"Go to bed Ezra," Crystal repeated.

"No," Ezra said sternly.

Crystal sighed and closed her eyes. "How did they even find you?"

Ezra silently stood up and grabbed a crate to sit on. "That's also a long story."

"Tell me."

"Well, you know that I was grabbing some fruit from that one nice guy after I saved his stall. I was looking for you or for something else to do when I saw them. They were preparing to nab all the crates for something. I didn't really care, so I took one of the scooters and took off." Ezra's face lit up at the memory.

"Without me."

"There wasn't any time," Ezra continued, "They followed me, and eventually sort of saved my life from a few TIE Fighters, and I saved their crates. They didn't really know what to do with me, so I was basically their prisoner, and Zeb did not like me one bit. He threw me in a closet like a piece of trash everyone believes we are. It wasn't my fault that they made it so easy for me to interfere, and they just wanted those crates for some reason..." It went on like this, Ezra recounting all the adventures he had, saving people, learning to become a Jedi, and battling the Inquisitor. Crystal just lied there, listening intently to the sound of his voice. She didn't make it to the end of all of his stories before she fell asleep.

Crystal floated down to the floor of the cave, Ezra by her side. He was older, and much more sad. Something had happened again.

"You can cry you know," Crystal told Ezra as they grabbed their light sabers. Ezra only nodded, staring straight ahead. Crystal sighed, and grabbed his hand as they ran across the floor. Storm Troopers fired at the two from all directions. Ezra and Crystal instinctively dodged them, while sending some of them back to their shooter with their light sabers. Twisting and dodging, the Storm Troopers went down one by one. By the time they were all down, the two were breathing hard, surrounded by fallen Troopers.

"Is it over?" Ezra asked, panting.

"No." Crystal whispered as a foul presence fell from the ceiling. He landed lightly, his circular light saber dancing as he stood up. He was tall, and wearing a black armor. His head was bald and grey, accented by red markings on his face and his beady yellow eyes. He smiled at them.

"Ah, what a surprise," the Inquisitor said, "I did not expect the Padawan to trust you, Crystal. After all you kept from him. Will you join me with the side of power, and leave this affront of nature behind? We had a deal after all. Or didn't you tell him?"

Crystal shivered. "I never made a deal with you coward. And I won't leave my best friend behind. Not for the whole galaxy!"

The Inquisitor turned to Ezra, "She didn't tell you? Ah, now it's time to finally join your family. It's a shame, really. You could have done so much with me. But you kept trudging away, foiling my plans, and now it is time for you to die." The Inquisitor slammed the edge of his light saber right at Ezra's feet. He did not flinch, but stared at the man. Crystal lifted her light saber as a challenge and started to attack him. Ezra instantly joined in the battle to the death.

Both teenagers were no match for the Inquisitor, they realized as Ezra was lifted into a force choke. Crystal could only watch as Ezra's life was taken away. She started to scream as the Inquisitor laughed and Ezra gasped for any air.

"Crystal! Wake up!" Ezra said as he shook the girl. Crystal opened her eyes.

"What? Ezra?" Crystal whispered, "What's going on?"

"Nightmare," Ezra replied briskly, "A bad one too."

"He's not here?" Was all Crystal could say.

"Who's not here?" Ezra asked.

"The Inquisitor?"

Ezra's face darkened. "Yeah. He isn't here. Have you met him before, or did my storytelling-?"

"No, it didn't. Sorry Ezra. I'll tell you in the morning." Crystal closed her eyes where the Inquisitor's face lingered. She tried not to cringe. Why would someone would want to look so ugly? Did he really think that power was worth destroying beauty?

"Can you stand?" Ezra asked, breaking Crystal's train of thoughts.

"Yeah, maybe," Crystal replied. Ezra grabbed Crystal's hand and helped her up. As soon as she was standing, her vision began to darken. "Stop," she murmured. Ezra let her stand there, his arm holding her up. Soon enough, the darkness went away. "Onwards," she whispered. Ezra nodded, and led her to the cockpit. There, he let her sit in the co-pilots seat. Once she had recovered from their short walk, she looked out the window, and into the sky. "Amazing. All the stars are out," she breathed. Ezra smiled.

"It's not my favorite spot to view the sky, but the other place I don't think that I could have carried you there," Ezra said jokingly.

Crystal laughed. "Makes sense. How are we getting back?"

"I was thinking that I could leave you here, maybe scare Hera or Chopper or somebody," Ezra said.

Crystal smiled. "That would be pretty sweet." She turned to Ezra, "Thank you. Now will you go to bed? Or am I going to have to get creative?"

Ezra sighed, "I'll convince somebody to watch over you. Maybe."

The two sat in silence before Crystal choked out something that had been bugging her. "Hey, Ezra."

Ezra turned to her. "Yeah?"

"Do you trust them?"

Ezra gazed at the face of his old friend. "I trust them with my life, and I would trust them with yours. You should trust them too. They're amazing people, unlike that one kid you always said that you hate."

Crystal laughed, batting away Ezra's teasing hand away from her face. The cockpit grew silent once again as the two breathed in practiced harmony. Crystal closed her eyes, focusing on the stars. "I missed you."

Ezra nodded, not sure how to react. Before he could come up with a response, Crystal was already asleep. He smiled, and curled up on one of the seats, reluctant to wake anybody else up. A few minutes of rest couldn't hurt…