02-23-2017, 11:29 PM
His clothes were not even those of a Lord of the Sith. Somehow when he had made the outfit it more closely resembled what he had worn when he had been aligned with the rebellion. Why was that? Ezra didn't honestly know. But the outfit did lack any defining logos or marks that could prove he had been affiliated with the Rebels at one time. In honor of the death of his friends he had shed his ties to the rebellion so he could take down the Empire his way. He owed that much to Canaan, Sabine, Hera, Zed and Chopper. But now that they were all gone there was no way he could bring them back. Well unless he could somehow figure out how to make Omnilium work for him, but even that couldn't perform miracles, right?
For all the power he had held with the Force back home here he was little more than helpless. There was so much he couldn't do with the Force it was ridiculous. What he needed was someone to mentor him and guide him in the Force once more. Chances are there were no Jedi around. But as his eyes gazed around he'd notice something, or rather several someones clad in the white armor of the Empire. Well life was about to become difficult for him to the extreme. The Empire had a foothold even here. How was he supposed to survive? Perhaps there was a band of rebels he could assist and get in contact with.... no!
Ezra refused to endanger his friends or allies, even future ones. This task was one he was going to have to handle alone. Perhaps he could infiltrate the Empire, and damage it from within. Such an idea probably wasn't going to work either. What he needed was a plan, a strategy.
For all the power he had held with the Force back home here he was little more than helpless. There was so much he couldn't do with the Force it was ridiculous. What he needed was someone to mentor him and guide him in the Force once more. Chances are there were no Jedi around. But as his eyes gazed around he'd notice something, or rather several someones clad in the white armor of the Empire. Well life was about to become difficult for him to the extreme. The Empire had a foothold even here. How was he supposed to survive? Perhaps there was a band of rebels he could assist and get in contact with.... no!
Ezra refused to endanger his friends or allies, even future ones. This task was one he was going to have to handle alone. Perhaps he could infiltrate the Empire, and damage it from within. Such an idea probably wasn't going to work either. What he needed was a plan, a strategy.