Hello everyone! So, I started writing this before Fire Across the Galaxy (best episode ever!) so it takes place before then. I hope you like this chapter!

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Chapter 1 - Chocking

"There's no one to save you, boy." The Inquisitor's red blade pierced through the night on the grasslands of Lothal. The wind blew at Ezra's black hair, pushing it away from his eyes. His expression remained neutral, his blue lightsaber contrasting the red one that the Inquisitor held. Ezra stood his ground as the Inquisitor approached.

"There is no escape. I know what you're afraid of. I know your inner demons, your fears and worries. And honestly, I am surprised." The Inquisitor smirked, as Ezra's face paled. "I didn't know you had it in you, orphan. So much fear, so much…anger." And with that, the blue and red blades locked, slashing left and right, the noise echoing through the empty fields. Ezra stood his ground, but was forced backwards by the Inquisitors power in each strike. Unable to keep up, Ezra's lightsaber slipped from his grasp, retracting and landing with a soft thud in the grass. Looking at the Inquisitor, he was met with the tip of a red blade.

"Surrender now, Jedi. There is no one here to help you." The boy was struck with a sudden realization. The Inquisitor was right. He had not told anyone on the ship that he was going out. He had not even known he was going out until he felt something draw him here. Ezra, curious as ever, had followed the feeling. Now he was in the Inquisitor's grasp, and no one would ever know. No one would ever care.

"Ah, your fear refreshes me, young one." The Inquisitor smirked.

"Stay away from me…" Ezra said hesitantly. He slowly tried to back away from the heat radiating off the red blade, but the Inquisitor only came closer.

"There's nothing that you can do, boy. Unless you wish to call upon the force again. But I can sense your distress. If you did, I would be surprised if you did not use the dark side." Ezra froze in his spot, not attempting to retreat anymore. "But you wouldn't want to disappoint your master, now would you?"

Ezra stopped retreating. The Inquisitor knew exactly what had been going through his head. Ezra was angry at his weaknesses, and at his fear.

Kanan would have never given up this easily Ezra thought. He slowly lowered his defensive stance, standing with his arms by his side, lowering his head.

"Excellent choice." The Inquisitor drew his blade away from Ezra, but it remained ignited. Using his free arm, he stretched it out towards him. Ezra looked up at him in confusion. Before he knew what was happening, Ezra suddenly felt it difficult to breath.

Gasping for air, he felt the ground vanish beneath his feet; but he was not sure what was going on. His hand scratched at his own neck, trying to remove the invisible hands that grasped it. He started chocking, his throat on fire from the lack of air. His vision started to blur as he stared up into the night sky.

"Let him go!"

Ezra dropped onto the ground, falling right on his chest. Usually this impact would knock the air right out of him, but considering there was none; Ezra continued to gasp for air. In the distance, he could hear lightsabers clashing. But it was too far away for him to worry about. Focusing back on catching his breath, Ezra was finally able to breathe again. His mind returned to the present, and he looked up from where he was lying on the cold dirt.

And what he saw shocked him.

Right in front of him, Kanan stood, his lightsaber clashing with the Inquisitor's. Ezra continued watching, his eyes wide with shock. Ezra wondered how Kanan had found him, and how he had gotten here. A sharp breeze answered his question.

He rolled over onto his back and saw the Ghost, hovering above the planet's surface only a few meters away. The ramp was open, and Zeb stood with his hand outstretched, beckoning him to get on. Ezra pulled himself up, and quickly ran over to the ship. He was about to jump on, but he stopped.

Turning back around, he made eye contact with Kanan.

"Go!" Ezra winced at the sound of his voice, not wanting to do what he was told. But for once he obliged. He turned back to the Ghost and gathering all the force he could muster, he jumped.

"No!" He heard the voice from behind him, but did not realize who it came from, until it was too late. He felt a tug when he was in the air, and he was soon torn away from the ship and Zeb's outstretched arm. He could not see where he was going, but he knew it could not be good.

His back impacted something, and before he could react an arm grabbed him around his neck. Ezra froze, not wanting to choke twice in one day.

"Freeze." The voice of the Inquisitor chilled Ezra to the bone, realizing that he was in his grasp. He looked over to his left, where Kanan was frozen in his place. Not wanting to see his disappointed gaze, Ezra closed his eyes and focused on getting out. He struggled against the Inquisitor's grasp, but it only tightened, making Ezra gasp and grunt in pain. He knew that he was making his master worry with every kick and gasp; but he hated feeling helpless, and would do anything to have control.

The sound of a lightsaber retracting made Ezra stop restating for a moment. Looking up, he did not see Kanan's blue blade.

"That's better now, isn't it, my boy?" Ezra did not have to see the Inquisitor's face to know he was smirking. Once again, Ezra was trapped. But this time everyone was here to watch him. He wanted to struggle more, but the Inquisitor's grip was too tight around his neck. With every passing moment, it continued to get tighter. Now all Ezra could do was to choke and continue to avoid Kanan's eyesight.

"Now, Jedi, I would advise your ship to land. That is, only if you wish your apprentice here to keep breathing." And on cue, the Inquisitor loosened his grip ever so slightly, allowing Ezra to greedily gasp in as much air as possible before restricting it once more.

"Spector 1 to Spector 2, land the ship."

Ezra did not mean for this to happen. Now, because of his curiosity, the whole crew would pay. It was his entire fault.

The Ghost landed on the planet's surface, a breeze of air pushing Ezra's black hair away from his face. The ramp was still down, and Zeb stood there, his weapon deactivated. He made no move to advance, but Ezra saw him glance at Kanan.

"Now, that's better." The Inquisitor turned to face Kanan, bringing Ezra with him. The Inquisitor's grip had lessened, allowing him to breathe slightly easier than before. His blue eyes fell upon Kanan, whose green eyes seemed to have been waiting for him.

"Ezra," Kanan said, still holding their stare. "Tuck and roll."

And with that, Ezra could hear the detachment of the Phantom from the Ghost. It soared above them, and the grip tightened on Ezra's neck. But now, after hearing Kanan's message, Ezra smiled. He knew what was going to happen.

The Phantom ejected its wings, and swooping downward towards the Inquisitor. In shock, the Pua'an lessened his grip momentarily, but that was all the time Ezra needed. Jerking his head upward, Ezra collided with the Inquisitor's chin. Ezra dropped to the ground, and rolled away faster than he thought was possible. He heard the Phantom's firing and could feel the ground shaking with every shot. He did not know how far away he was, or if it was safe to look up. The world was a blur around him as suddenly he lost control. He felt gravity tugging him downward as his speed quickened, whipping him around.

His body slowed down, despite the fact that the world around him continued to spin. A wave of nausea hit him with full force, but Ezra resisted the urge.

Instead, his closed his eyes.

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R & R

~ Kavella ~