Girl at War: Spark of Rebellion

Chapter 1: The Ghost Crew: Spark of Rebellion

This is the first part of Spark of Rebellion and may I say it was a pain in the arse to write. This story will be going to the Original Trilogy after season 2 because I think it will be interesting to see the Ghost Crew if they were in A New Hope. The original trilogy will be written as a separate book, so think of this as a prequel.  Warning, when I go in this direction, the original trilogy book will contain spoilers for Girl at War.

I was inspired to write this after seeing many female Ezra stories but this female Ezra is named Ezri. So, without further adieu, enjoy and comments are welcome (but nothing too hard. This is my first time writing Star Wars Rebels)

Ezri Bridger was an orphan living on the streets. She had been since she was seven years old. Since the Empire took her parents away. Her parents, Mira and Ephraim Bridger, did everything in their power to make sure their daughter grew up in a better world.

However, she didn't feel that sentiment. Ezri's parents were gone. It was just her and it would remain just her for the years to come. She was only fourteen years old, and would be fifteen in several months, with sapphire blue eyes and long raven hair kept in a bun with her bangs on each side. Empire Day was the day her parents were taken from her and it was also her birthday. Let's just say, she would rather forget about it as a birthday but rather as the anniversary of her parents' disappearance.

Now, she stole what she needed to survive. And it would be the same old routine as the day before. However, little did Ezri know, this day was not going to be like any other day.

On her way to steal breakfast, she went to steal her favorite fruit: the jogans. However, she stopped when she saw Stormtroopers and that terrible Commandant, she had seen around town trying to take

As she saw that the man who usually sold jogans, she approached the Imperials.

"Hey, mister, a spare jogan?" Ezri asked, keeping her head down.

" Move along, little girl," the Imperial snapped.

"Sorry, sorry, not looking for trouble," Ezri said, quickly swiping the man of his commlink. Soon out of ear reach, she took the commlink out with a proud smile on her face. "But it sure has a way of finding me." She spoke into the commlink in a man's voice. "All officers to the main square! This is a code red emergency!" She watched as the idiots left the vendor alone and Ezri was smiling in triumph as they left him alone. She revealed herself to the vendor, who was initially grateful to her until she stole two fruit, knowing full well he wouldn't call the Imps.

"What are you doing?"

"Hey, a kid's gotta eat," she said and left before the vendor could say anything. He couldn't help but wonder out loud, "Who is that kid?"

Ezri snuck away with relative ease, and watching those men she fooled, talking to each other. By now, they were realizing they had been tricked, but by a teenage girl? Absolutely not.

"I'm not sure what you mean," said the other Imperial commander. "My orders are to get these crates to the Imperial portal."

"Well, get them loaded, then!"

Ezri smirked as they were beginning to hurriedly thrown stuff into those speeder bikes.

"Almost feel bad for them," she muttered before adding, "Almost."

Suddenly, Ezri could feel something. She looked down in alert. No wait. Someone. They had this warm and caring signature about them.

"That was weird," Ezri muttered. Ezri looked down and she saw a man below. She had a feeling he was the reason she could sense that man. The man was Kanan Jarrus of twenty-eight years old, long brown hair usually tied back and green eyes that sometimes looked blue in the light. He and his crew were there to steal the crates. However, they were unaware of the girl watching them. Ezri shook herself awake. As for Kanan, he too could sense something. He looked up but Ezri had already ducked down before he could see her. Kanan just shrugged and walked away. Ezri noticed that they were planning something. She knew a heist when she saw one. Those people were going to steal crates. When the man is gone, Ezri's head pops back up. She saw Kanan stop next to a Lasat and patted his leg twice. The Lasat moves to the bounty hunter and patted his leg twice while the hunter patted her leg three times.