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All Ezra knew was the Empire. The first few memories are a blur. A man laughing, a bird screeching overhead. Then it was the Imperial Academy. He spent most his life training to be an Imperial Supper Commando though he always felt life was off. He hated how the Empire treated people. Hated how much he was forced to fight and kill. Ezra wonders if he should stay and serve blindly to a Galatic Empire that destroyed peace? Or should he leave and lead a better? Perhaps fight for what is right?
In this fanfiction we will see Ezra from a new angle along with a new Clan!
Ezra was born a noble to Clan Vhett but his life was uprooted the day the Empire took him away.
Clan Vhett is an ancient Mandalorian clan known for reconnaissance, tracking, beast handling, and covert operations. Unlike clans that seek glory on the battlefield, the Vhett believe victory is earned through patience, knowledge, and precision. Clan Vhett watches, waits, and acts.
!!WARNING!!
This story is considered 18+ due to the following:
Character death, strong language, implied character death & torture, spice.
Read at your own risk.