Hello again readers, apologies for the wait. (arm injuries, nothing too serious) I'm excited to be back in action. Just to inform you the word Mousha is Chinese for murder. This may or may not help with the understanding of this gang.

A special thanks to toshirolovehim for commenting on my last chapter! You are awesome!

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Sabine's POV

I finally made it to the ramp of the Ghost when I turned around. Ezra was nowhere to be found. Zeb walked onto the ramp rubbing his eyes.

"What's with all the yelling? Some of us need to sleep." Zeb said groggily.

"It's Ezra, he's missing." I told Zeb as I started racing towards the town. Zeb followed grumbling. We made our way back into the city. The crowd had thinned out a lot. Zeb began asking market owners if they had seen Ezra while I searched in allies.

"Sabine, I got something." Zeb called out to me. I bolted over to a Jorgan Fruit stand.

"I saw the boy, he was surrounded by the Mousha Gang." The man said. He shook his head.

"Nothing ends well with the Mousha Gang." The man said solemnly.

"If you go now you may find his corpse before the creatures do." The man added. Zeb rubbed his head.

"Poor kid, he didn't stand a chance." I punched him in the shoulder.

"You idiot! If I know Ezra he is sitting on a rooftop watching the stars." I shouted in rage that Zeb would give up so easily. Zeb took a step away from me. In the corner of my eye I saw something orange. I ran towards it. Zeb groaned and chased after me. I stopped so fast Zeb crashed into me.

"Ezra." I said in disbelief as the blue haired teen lied before me in a pool of blood. I kneeled next to Ezra, the blood stained my colorful armor maroon.

"Ezra?" I said again as a placed my hand on his shoulder. He groaned and shifted his hand a little.

"Zeb, grab Ezra. I'll call Hera." I ordered. Zeb scooped up the bloody teen into his arms and began running along side me towards the Ghost. I pulled out my comm link.

"Hera, prep the med-bay." I said with worry shaking my voice. The comm wasn't silent for even a second when Hera's voice crackled through.

"What happened Specter 5, you are way past curfew."

Hera's POV

I heard the clanking of feet against the metal of the Ghost's ramp. The med-bay was prepared for whatever Sabine had gotten herself into. But when Zeb walked in holding a blood covered, limp Ezra, my jaw dropped. After pulling myself together I quickly grabbed some medical supplies and began working on Ezra. After what felt like days of operating, I finally got Ezra into a stable condition. Kanan walked into the med-bay, his face showing no emotion, but I could tell he was upset. I walked over to Kanan and wrapped my arms around him.

"He'll be ok Kanan." I whispered to him as a tear fell from Kanan's face. I rested my head on his chest as a few tears wet my cheeks as well. A few hours later there was a transmission from Senator Organa.

"My crew has been in heavy battle with the Empire for days. Our food and weapons supplies is very low. We need an emergency shipme…" After those few words the senator was cut off from the transmission.

"The senator needs this shipment. We'll make a stop at Lothal to grab the supplies, then make a jump to Dantooine." I explained using the holomap. Sabine crossed her arms and stood up.

"What about Ezra? Someone needs to be there for him." The mandalorian said with a huff. looked at Chopper. Chopper shook his head. I gave him my 'stare' and Chopper threw his hands up, finally agreeing to watch Ezra. I dismissed the meeting, everyone went to their usual pre mission spots. Sabine to her room, Zeb to the bay, Chopper follows Zeb trying to get on his nerves, and Kanan to the cockpit to sit with me. Even though everyone acted normally, it just felt different without Ezra with them. He always lightened the mood when things seemed glum. I loved how he would always keep trying something even when he had failed so many times before. I strolled to the cockpit to go sit with Kanan, but when the door opened with a swoosh, the room was empty. I walked down to the medical bay, my heart sank when I found Kanan kneeling beside the child who was like a son to him. Kanan's head jolted up when I stepped into the room. His cheeks glinted in the light from being wet with salt water tears. I kneeled next to him and hugged him.

"He's going to be fine Kanan. Ezra is strong he'll make it through this. Just stay strong with him." I whispered into his ear.

"I could have saved him, if I just kept him with me, he wouldn't…" Kanan started. I cut him off.

"Kanan, don't you dare speak like that. The Force put Ezra here so that other things could be better. And if you ever say anything like that again, I'll slap you so hard your goatee will fly right off your face." I told him, staring into his blue eyes. He rubbed his goatee and chuckled.

"Should I leave you two alone." Joked a familiar voice. Kanan and I jumped off our knees and saw those electric blue eyes of our youngest crew member staring at us. Kanan opened his mouth but no words came out. He embraced the teen.

"Watch out for the ribs Master." Ezra groaned. Kanan released him as Sabine and Zeb entered the room.

"Hey kid, how are you feeling?" Zeb asked as he stood by Ezra's bedside.

"Pretty good, minus the extreme pain of my arm." Ezra said with his witty smile plastered on his face. It was good to have him back. Sabine ran over to Ezra and hugged him. Ezra's smile became even bigger.

"Don't get any thoughts 'lover boy." The mandalorian said as she placed her lips on Ezra's. Sabine walked away with a little more spring in her stride. We explained the mission to Ezra, he was a little down because he couldn't join us, but he understood. We left Ezra and Chopper together as we prepped for the mission.

Inquisitor's POV

I stood in the captured rebel's cell, a torture droid was sent in multiple times but the rebel did not break. I was slightly impressed by this man's determination, he wasn't force sensitive yet he could resist pain, greed, and doubt. This man was strong indeed, but I had other ways to break him.

"Guard, send in the boy." I ordered as the corners of my mouth crept up into a sneer. The guard brought in a small boy with black curly hair and green eyes just like his father's. The rebel was shocked his hands trembled with fear.

" Benito! Please, he is only a child. I'll tell you what you wish, but please leave my only son out of this." The rebel pleaded, his voice shook with worry. I asked for the location of the Jedi and his Padawan once more. The rebel told me everything that he knew.

"Very good, now Benito, is your father a good man, even after what he just did." Benito shook his head "yes." I raised my lightsaber and stabbed the child through his small, puny heart. He fell to the ground lifeless. The rebel scum scooped his child into his arms and rocked him.

"Benito, I'm so sorry my child. I have failed you." The father cried as he cradled his dead child in his arms.

"You have failed him." I said apathetically as I ignited my lightsaber straight through the rebel's heart.

"It's a real pity." I said as I strode out of the room, leaving the corpses for the troopers to sweep up. I stalked to the front of the star destroyer, I stared into the blackness of space.

"Do not worry young Bridger I shall save you from that pathetic excuse for a master."

Dun dun duuuunnnnnn! I sorry about the sad-ish ending. I just thought, he had to get the information from somewhere, why not make it interesting.

Until next time Jedi and Sith Lords. ;)