The Transmission

by RUHLSAR000 AKA Bob Fluffkiller

Esther's grown up in a refugee camp for as long as she can remember. It's a hard life, but it's all she knows. But forces outside her control have decided to steal her way from her family. Leaving only the question what does the Empire want with a seven year old? Ezra's life is changed, all because of a little girl he dreamed of meeting since he was five. But is he ready for it?

2. Chapter 2: Bait

Merry Christmas! RUHLSAR000 Here! Episode VII was amazing. Spoiler Alert! I'll try to be vague. I don't want anyone complaining about Anakin being a whiner in the prequels. I think most people who have seen the movie will understand what I am getting at. Another thing! There is a meiluroon in the fruit bowl at Maz's! That was awesome to see. There is so much I want to talk about but my gosh I just can't spoil it. I DO NOT OWN STAR WARS REBELS! ALL HAIL THE MOUSE! I apologize for errors, delays and author's note that are longer than the chapter.

The two inquisitors enter the refugee camp, one of many "Tarkintowns" spread throughout the outer rim. Apparently, Tarkin hasn't made any friends among the people. And with the loss of Emperor's favor, having been banished to some far off moon, the female inquisitor supposed, he is probably feeling the heat.

The Seventh Sister shrugs off the thought, focusing on to the task at hand. Though, this task will be far easier than most. If Fifth Brother's information is correct, that is. "So, they are here in this squall?" The Seventh Sister asks, eyeing a few hunched over weaklings. You'd think that two people who defied the Empire, twice, would be brazen enough to hide somewhere more… sanitary.

"You received the same information as me." Fifth Brother responds. "The two apparently have produced another brat." He looks around, looking at any children floating around. All the smart mothers and fathers rush their children into the shacks, half of which are barely held together and the other half have almost fallen apart. Not that that would save any child, if the child is their target. "If she is here, she clearly isn't Force sensitive."

"Disappointing. However, that is not our primary objective." The Seventh Sister agrees.

Two young girls run into the road, playing some made up game, oblivious to them, about thirty feet in front of them. The Fifth Brother is startled by the change of the Seventh Sister in the Force. He follows her gaze to the two six-year-old girls. The girl to the right, a blonde with scabs on her knees and clothes that are the right in length but too baggy to qualify as fitting, is looking at them, confused by their presence and her young companion's action.

Her companion has frozen in fear, staring directly at them. Fifth Brother understands his companion's reaction. Though her complexion has paled in fear, it is clearly that of a very tan color. Her hair is that rare dark color so black it looks blue in the light. And her eyes clash against her skin, so electric blue that their color is clear even at a distance. There is no room for doubt. This is their target. Their bait.

Without warning, their target spins around and begins sprinting down the road. Fifth Brother smirks. Their target may not be Force sensitive, but she clearly has very good instincts. This may be more interesting than previously thought.

Neither inquisitor needed a word to the other. They walk after her. The little blonde girl, their target's friend, step back in fear before racing off. They walk into a shack, no different than any other. They sense her within.

There isn't much within the two-room structure that can't even be called a building, a table, a camp stove, a radio and a basin filled with dishes and pots. They pause only long enough to see she is not within this room. They storm into the back room. Cardboard and blankets are slung around the room, in uneven piles. Hiding under the covers. How childish. Though, she is smart enough to make other piles so it wasn't completely obvious where she is exactly. By sight that is.

The Seventh Sister snatches her target from a pile near the sheet door. Their target screams in terror, kicking and hitting the Seventh Sister where she could. She turns and bites her captor's arm. Hard. "Spirited little thing, isn't she?" The Seventh Sister smirks. "Much like the Padawan."

The two turn and walk out of the shack. The two dodge a well-aimed blast. "LET MY DAUGHTER GO!" A black haired man aims a blaster at them, his eyebrows in a furious arch.

"My, my. Firing at with your daughter so close." The Seventh Sister taunts. "How brazen… What if you hit such a pervious little girl?" She holds up the girl's head, pinching her neck under her chin.

"Daddy!" The girl cries out, tears of terror starting to fall down her face.

Their target's friend and a woman in a faded purple jumpsuit emerge around a corner out of breath, with about fifteen armed weaklings.

"Mommy!" The girl screamed.

"Well, this isn't sweet." The Seventh Sister says. "Unfortunately for you, we will be taking her."

"No, you are not." Her father grits through his teeth. The Fifth Brother raises his arm. Her father is shoved into the shack behind him. The shack collapses onto him.

"Ephraim!" The girl's mother cries.

"DADDY!" The girl screams.

All the weaklings with blasters back away, any sense of comradeary losing to a sense of self-preservation. The Seventh Sister looks at them, unsurprised. It's always the same. The two inquisitors begin walk away, the girl still kicking and squirming.

"No," The girl's mother says, "I won't lose another one!" She rushes at the two. Fifth Brother doesn't even blink, flinging her through two shacks. The Seventh Sister rolls her eyes at the pathetic attempts. She feels a tug at her arm. The girl's friend is trying to pry the target free.

The Seventh Sister pushes the little girl away. "You'll do well to remember your place as a coward."

The two inquisitors continue to walk through the town. They return to their ship, tossing the girl into a holding cell.

Writer's Corner: This weeks featured writer is TheNightFury. I am a sucker for Padawan Pypey.

Glad you all like Esther.

Question Time: I am afraid to ask, but pro-saga or anti-prequels?

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