A/N Since getting back into using , I've been uploading and writing stories like no tomorrow. I love days off work, aren't they just the greatest? Anyway, I've been itching to upload this. I have plans for a prequel which I'm seeing now that this Fic may be in need of. But you won't have to read it in order to understand it. I'd love to know what you all think of it. If it gets a good response, I can post more chapters' sooner and even the prequel,.
Warnings: Rated T to be on the safe side. May later include Character death in later chapters. Also rated for Blood, torture and description of injury.
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Captured in Our Nightmares
"How're our prisoners doing?"
Four evenly met glares were the man's response, the fire in their eyes displaying their hatred, lighting the room as their last source of hope. The guard scoffed muttering something along the lines of "Toss him in with the rest of them" before leaving.
"Here ya can 'av 'm back!" Another one of the officers in a jet black suit shouted, tossing in a figure unidentifiable in the darkness of the cramped room.
"Ezra?" Kanan asked cautiously. The team watched him as he crept towards the figure. They relaxed when they saw him place a hand on the figures back.
"Ezra…" He gently shook the body, feeling worry knot in the pit of his stomach when no reply came "Chop, bit of light?" Kanan asked. Chopper warbled and a ray of light shot out from one his circular buttons.
They gasped.
Sticky, red and fresh blood covered their sixth member.
"I-is he…?" Sabine couldn't finish. The Jedi shook his head, fingers pressed against his Padawan's neck.
"Just unconscious," He answered with relief. He rolled the body over gently. Despite the darkness of the room, they could clearly see the inflictions and each one had their own emotion ranging from anger, sadness, anguish and guilt.
"I'll kill em!" Zeb's angry shout reverberated around them. This time nobody disagreed or scolded him. They would pay dearly for their abuse to one of their own.
The creak of a door drew their attention to their host- The Inquisitor. "I've let you have your Padawan back. So I expect you to cooperate"
"What did you do to him?!" The Mandalorian cried out with fearful eyes. The Pau'un turned to her with a sadistic grin ignoring her demand.
"Sabine," Hera whispered, moving to pull the girl close in a one armed hug, rubbing her hand gently up her arm as a soothing gesture. Sabine leant into the comfort but her glare remained fixed upon their host.
"Your spirit shall be broken soon. Do not worry of that," He promised, walking towards the two women.
A rattle of chains pulled the Inquisitor from the women to Zeb and Kanan's angry glares. Zeb began shouting abuse but the Pau'un held up his hand in silence. He turned to each member of the crew "You will tell me what I wish to know and If you do the lesser things will happen to you" he warned.
"Whatever you want from us. You won't get it," Kanan said defiantly, looking to his crew who wore the same defiant expressions. The Inquisitor seemed pleased by this and whispered one final thing before exiting the room.
"We shall soon see"
Only a moment had passed and the Inquisitor's lackey, Agent Kallus walked in, surveying the group with a smile. "Did Jabbanot enjoy his time with our probe?"
Steely glares met him.
Kallus seemed annoyed by the lack of response, "Who shall we interrogate next?"
He looked to Kanan who held a fierce glare and tightened his grip on Ezra. His eyes wandered to the two females and he waved them off finding his next candidate.
"Lasat, I've been waiting a long while for this," The man stated as he cracked his knuckles, daring the bigger being to protest.
"You an' me' both!" he retorted copying the Agent's movements.
"As for the rest of you. You heard the Inquisitor. Behave and all this goes away," he bargained.
"You can't guarantee that ya lyin coward!" Zeb growled.
"Zeb! Don't give them any reason to hurt you!" Hera shouted, an arm out holding him back.
"My dear Twi'lek he no longer needs a reason," He smirked, grabbing her chin. If looks could kill Kanan's glare would have turned Kallus into a pile of ash. Add that to the fact that If he wasn't holding Ezra, Kallus wouldn't be standing or even conscious for that matter.
The chains that bound Zeb were unlocked, Zeb took his chance. He swung at Kallus with an angered cry. Stormtrooper's grabbed him from behind while Kallus dug a needle sharply into the Lasat's neck.
"Ah ah ah," He tutted, sharply pulling out the needle. Zeb fell forward with a thud, dragged by his armpits out the door, leaving them in darkness with one member less again.
Kanan was submerged in meditation when he heard Hera's voice. He opened his eyes, revealing tired but fighting green irises, "Love, he's waking up"
He turned to see Ezra moving and steadily opening his eyes beside him. "Ezra?" Hera gently patted his cheek. Tired eyes met hers and his eyes flashed with fear.
He sat up quickly, wincing at the tug in his chest, "Wh-what are you doing here?"
"Let's just say our rescue attempt didn't work out so well," they answered him with grim expression, despite the humorous tone. It only reminded him of how bad a situation they were in.
"I'm sorry," Ezra looked down. The three in the room looked at each other then turned to their youngest.
"Nothing to apologise for. We all knew the risks," Hera told him firmly.
"But-"
"No buts," Hera insisted. Kanan saw the guilt pool in his Apprentices eyes. Very much like another Jedi in the room's expression.
"Join me," Kanan urged. Ezra gave him a quizzical look. Kanan rolled his eyes then sat himself in a comfortable position, back straight and cross-legged then let his eyes slip closed. Ezra caught on and mimicked his movements. Hera and Sabine sat back and watched them, their thoughts still drifting to their missing member.
An hour had passed when Kallus returned. His smile never leaving his face as Zeb's body was unceremoniously thrown into the prison. For the most part he just looked beaten, twitching every so often but his eyes still held a fierce glare.
They hadn't broken him yet.
Kallus turned "Jabba seems better or is it Bridger? Or Dev?"
"I'm not letting you harm the boy," Kanan said when the enemy closed in to snatch him from them. Hera and Sabine subconsciously scooted on either side of the two Jedi in a protective manner, to which the Imperial Agent found to be both irritating and amusing.
"No?" His lips curled, "Take them both"
"Stop," It was Hera who spoken but to everyone's surprise it wasn't aimed at Kallus or the Troopers. With both arms outstretched, she blocked the two angered crew members from interfering.
"We can't fight them. It's easier to let go this way," She whispered. They wanted to say more but Kallus beat them to it.
"Alright Syndulla you're next," he decided, mildly awe stricken by the woman's bravery.
She stood up and let them bind her arms without fuss. She was pushed out the door and for a few brief moments was allowed to lock eyes with Kanan. Using those precious seconds to convey everything through her eyes. A silent plea to look after themselves and then she and her Jedi were gone.
The chair forced her to keep upright as the young Twi'lek returned to consciousness. After attempting to stretch, she realised she had been bound from head to foot with rope. She wriggled her wrists to test the strength of the rope but unfortunately realised she was struck for a little while longer.
Ah, just as I was getting bored Hera rolled her eyes at the Imperial's clad in their tight fitting jumpsuits with weapons (most likely set to stun) in their holsters.
"Was wondering when you'd show up," Hera's dry tone echoed in the coldness of the walls. Chilling the imperials bones.
"Do you speak to everyone with such distain?" The pale skinned creature was beside her, sneering into her ear as he looked her up and down. She shifted in the vulnerable state but bit back a retort.
"Just the ones who are SO hospitable," the Inquisitor backed off.
"I'd watch your tongue," he straightened with a warning.
"I'd watch yours," She replied with ease, giving him a glare filled with an inferno of hatred.
The Inquisitor only smirked, "You realise why you're here?"
Hera nodded and with malice in her tone spoke, "You captured my crew" She revealed, not too keen on introducing her two Jedi into the conversation. She would hold her tongue for however long was necessary.
"Perceptive," he drawled, "I am interested in your little band of Rebels very much but first I need to know. Who is this…Fulcrum?"
Hera's eyes widened and she shook her head once, willing herself to bite her tongue. These monsters could not have hold of any classified information. Not while she was around.
"The sooner you tell me the sooner I let you and your friends live," His tone had an airy vibe. He was twirling a steel bar between his fingertips, which she realised to be his weapon of choice.
"We both know that isn't going to happen," She continued to avoid the question. It was as Sabine had put it once, 'How do you find ways of answering questions without actually answering?', the young explosive artist's voice drifted into her ears. She prayed this wasn't the last time she'd have heard a member of her crew. She returned to the interrogation with the Inquisitors next choice words.
He smirked at her, "Perhaps. The identity of Fulcrum?" he posed only to have the Twi'lek woman scoff. "Nothing?" he asked after a moment, eyes taunting, "Send in the probe droid"
"You won't get anything out of me," Hera promised him in a low tone. Contrary to what she'd believed earlier, she would not go down without a fight. Nor would she allow any one of her crew to. Her lips were sealed and her mind, body and soul, were prepared for a fight. Even if it was to the end.
"We shall soon see," The Inquisitor insisted, stepping back to reveal her next interrogator and as the Inquisitor promised, it craved answers or the consequences would end with its electrifying tasers against Hera's agonised cries.
That droid, always got what it wanted.
She stubbornly held herself but soon succumbed.
Hera's howl drowned her captors laugh.
