The Crash - A Star Wars Rebels Fan-Fiction

A Brother, Not A Friend

Now, usually when a fellow solider goes missing, you would refer them to your "Brother" but I was sure he was my blood brother! My mom had always told me I never knew my real dad. Of course, that was because of the war, and that let to divorce.

They would have stuck together, but my my father wanted to do something my mom didn't like. Of course! The underground podcasts that Ezra's family did! That's why they divorced!

All this time, if been so dumb! Ever since I was four, I've been looking for my brother. I really didn't know his name. But that didn't stop me, a long time ago, my mam had told me she had made up our last name. Apparently it would help keep us safe from the empire. She said our true last names were beige, or bergior, but of COUSE! It was bridger!

It all makes sense now!!

Now I really needed to get my brother back!

Sweat rolled down my face, burning my lips. But I kept pressing on. The sun was so unhelpful, I couldn't see the tower. It was at least three miles still.

Just then I felt my arm heat up to the point it was burning. I yelled. "Ahhhhh!" I looked over to my arm. There was a giant bullet mark in it.

Snipers!

I fell down in the tall grass. Squeezing my arm, sweat rolled down my face from the pain. I could bare it. My whole body felt roasted. Three stormtroopers ran to me.

I was in too much pain to fight back. I didn't want to fight back, strangely, I felt like I wanted to let them kill me.

All my life I had toyed with these guys. But now they were going to kill me. I couldn't bare the pain anymore. A solider pointed a gun at me. Then it all went black.

Hope you enjoyed this short chap. Sorry I haven't been active, schools been busy! Next chap coming next week!!!!!!