Wow just… wow thank-you to you all! So much encouragement! I'm definitely going to be writing more on here! Now I've seen a request and helpful suggestions and I will say I'll get round to doing them! But for now here's a slightly more lighthearted fic to recover with :).
Also apologies I realised I never gave you guys a warning of a deathfic before. I was just too excited to post it slipped my mind. I do enjoy torturing my character a litttle too much! This is a slight AU to Fire across the Galaxy. Hope you like it!
Disclaimer: I own nothing but the plot of this story!
Kanan stared down at the endless pit of sparks and flames where the Inquisitor had fallen. He blinked at the heat and overwhelming exhaustion that threatened to claim him. But still he continued to kneel over the edge, deep in thought about his Padawan.
The smoke cleared and Kanan could clearly see the unconscious form of his navy haired, orange suit wearing Padawan below. He swallowed, debating how far down the fall was. It soon sunk in that the fall was too big a drop to survive. The hope that Ezra was somehow alive on that ledge seemed dimmer now.
He concentrated using the last of his energy to contact the force. With one arm outstretched and his brow tightly clenched, the body of Ezra Bridger rose by the hands of an invisible force.
Kanan didn't let up the force until he saw Ezra's body was secured on the platform. He opened his eyes and tentatively reached out to feel for a pulse. It took a while but eventually he'd stopped shaking long enough to feel a slightly irregular thump against his fingers.
He sighed in relief. He was alive. He carefully gathered the boy in his arms, one hand supporting his head and the other patting his face gently.
"Ezra?" he called out. He received an incomprehensible murmur as his response. He chuckled "Come on kid time to go"
Tired blue eyes snapped open. They wandered lazily over to his Master's face and realisation dawned on him. "Kanan! But the Inquis-"
"He's gone. You saved me. We can go home now" He told him. Ezra smiled and attempted to sit up but a flash out the corner of his eye forced him to change his mind.
Everything slowed down.
Ezra dodged, throwing his Master to one side. They collided with the steel platform. Ezra was on his feet, albeit unsteadily, weapon unsheathed.
"My my is the Padawan going to try and defeat me?" The cruel voice of the Inquisitor taunted.
This time Ezra said nothing. His cold stare was enough of an answer. Without a word of warning the Inquisitor charged at him. Ezra blocked and dodged best he could. Kanan came around to see flashes of red and blue colliding with each-other and then breaking off for respite.
"Ezra!" he cried in realisation. The distraction threw him off guard; he was struck, this time in the shoulder. The Padawan grit his teeth hard at the burning sensation, swinging his lightsaber and crashing into the Inquisitor, managing a few shots of his own.
Kanan stood joining in. They both skidded back, the Inquisitors lightsaber still proving to outweigh both of theirs put together.
"Two on two? Hardly fair I thought that's what the Jedi code were about" The Inquisitor mocked, rolling his shoulders back in preparation for the next round. The two Jedi caught a glance at each-other and charged. More flashes of red and blue clashing into each-other until one was thrown back.
"Kanan!"
The Inquisitors other half of the staff was all Kanan could manage to break off before he was sent spiralling back to the ground.
"You're Master cannot save you boy. Time to end what I started" he threatened, moving towards him with the sharp end of the red disk in place at Ezra's throat.
"Hurt me if you want but not Kanan" Ezra pleaded.
"Unexpected yet admirable you care for your Master more than your own life?" It sounded like a question but the Inquisitor already knew the answer of their supposed 'hero'.
"Its something you don't have" Ezra challenged, clashing with the Inquisitor, who pushed their lightsaber's together just as Ezra's grip faltered on the flooring. He was pushed back until he was teetering over the edge.
"It appears we both fell. I can assure you this time you will die" The Inquisitor threatened, pushing him back but Ezra held his own.
"Likewise" Ezra gritted his teeth. He watched as his Master rose, glaring. He knew in a split second what was about to happen.
It was the Inquisitor who felt it. A burning in his torso as a lightsaber was run through his body. "You gave up the old tradition" he coughed out, looking back at his murderer.
Kanan didn't need to say anymore and watched in a sadistic relief as their attacker fell forward over the edge of the platform. Unfortunately Ezra's lightsaber was still locked with the Inquisitor's proving too much of a weight for Ezra to hold as he followed the Inquisitor into the inferno.
"NO!" Kanan screamed in horror as he leapt over the edge, throwing out a hand just as Ezra managed to grab the end of the ledge.
I'm not gone yet! Ezra spoke through the force, Kanan sighed in relief and instead voiced his reply.
"You're not falling again" Kanan told Ezra firmly, grasping the boys hand in his own and pulling him up. Ezra nodded while using Kanan as a winch to pull him the rest of the way up.
They both took a moment to catch their breath. They locked eyes for a moment conveying all their emotions in one simple glance. They both felt the fear of losing the other, the determination to rescue the other and the overwhelming relief that they had won.
It was over. They were safe.
"You okay?" Kanan asked his Padawan, eyes looking him over for injuries.
"I should be asking you the same. You're the one that had to actually spend time with that guy" Ezra retorted with a light-hearted chuckle. His Master rolled his eyes and chuckled with him.
Their shared laughter extinguished as exhaustion took over. Ezra looked towards his mentor "Let's go home". Kanan nodded, sprinting alongside his Padawan as the building began to crumble. They made it to the final deck to see Stormtroopers quickly evacuating to their tie fighters.
"The Inquisitors tie!"
"Well we know he isn't going to use it" Ezra joked. Kanan stared at his Padawan incredulously with a hint of fear.
"You know kid you worry me sometimes!" Kanan admitted, giving him a worried stare. Ezra shook his head and jumped into the tie, Kanan following and sitting in the pilot's seat.
"Spectre Six! EZRA!" a loud, worried cry sounded from the device clipped to Ezra's belt. Erza jumped, startled and answered.
"I'm here!" he shouted, Kanan looked across at his sudden change in voice, but knew he needed to concentrate on escaping before the debris crashed down on top of either them or their only escape.
They heard Hera sigh on the other line "I've been trying to contact you for ages! Is Kanan okay?"
"Why don't you ask me yourself?" Kanan shouted over the nose of the tie. He heard Hera's relief and chuckled, unable to resist. He'd missed all the crew so much.
"Where are you now?" she asked suddenly.
"In-the- quisitors..ie.." Ezra mumbled, suddenly feeling extremely drained and very, very dizzy. He held on to the walls of the tie for support as blackness entered his vision.
Kanan's facial expression changed to one of confusion at Ezra's response which quickly turned to concern at the thud from behind him.
"Ezra!" he cried. Hera on the other side in her own tie with Zeb and Sabine looked up at the cry.
"Kanan, what happened?" she asked, ignoring the use of their spectre names. I mean how much more danger could they get into? The Empire already knew all their names and by now has them on file.
"Kids passed out" Kanan responded. "Knew he wasn't okay.." he said under his breath. "Long story short, The Inquisitors gone, we stole his tie and now ties are heading our way"
As if to confirm the sound, the screeching of over a hundred ties met their eyes. Shots of thin red lasers were fired, forcing his attention away from his fallen Padawan and to the onslaught of ties.
"TIE'S INCOMING!" he shouted to Hera. She acknowledged him and shouted to her teammates to man the cannons.
Kanan blasted two that were attempting to sneak up from behind him. That was when he saw the bright, artistically designed (Sabine's work) tie fighter, covered in rebellious symbols and for some reason a target. But the beautiful feature that even Kanan had to acknowledge was the way it was painted- there was a piece of the Ghost crew on it- minus the bull's-eye target It would well work in the future should they get out of the air raid.
"I see you" Kanan said, hiding a chuckle.
"Later love" she said "How are we going to get out of this one?" She asked, shooting down the remaining three ahead of her. A glance from behind and the worried voices of Sabine and Zeb told her that their fight wasn't over yet.
"Where is that bucket of bolts!" Zeb's cry could be heard over the receiver. Hera looked towards him for a second unsure of how to answer. They had scheduled it so he would be there ready to pick them up.
Out of nowhere thousands of ships zoomed into the space. All looked intimidating and wasted no time in blasting the oncoming ties. Hera glanced at the leading ship, her ship and smiled.
Chopper was in front beeping victory tunes, steering the Ghost towards them. She received the message as clear as day, twisting the yoke upwards and using the metallic pull of her ship to connect to the tie. She instructed Kanan to mimic her movements. He did so and once he was sure he could autopilot the tie went to check on Ezra, who was still collapsed behind the chair.
There was a flash then their vision was consumed by blue and before they knew it they had escaped the clutches of ties.
They were free.
Andd I think I'll leave it there for now. I have a good idea where I want to go with this and hopefully you guys won't have to wait long! Thanks R&R!