Kanan and Ezra never spoke about their conversation with Obi Wan. Not even when Luke hounded them for details, nor when Hera threatened to leave them there if they didn't tell her where they were, we were so worried. Ezra sat in the cargo hold of the Ghost as they took off with not-entirely-junk replaced parts working almost perfectly. They were going to another planet to get better parts before they fell apart in space. Kanan had disappeared with Hera, which Ezra was glad for. He had a feeling that something had changed between them, but he wasn't sure what it was yet.

The Ghost settled on the planet's surface with a thump, knocking Ezra off of his perch. Sabine laughed, seeing him lied sprawled out on the durasteel. She held him a hand, which he gladly took. "Come on Ezra, we have a few parts we need to barter."

Ezra laughed, letting her hand drop once he had risen. "Whatever you say. Let's go." He followed the girl into the marketplace, letting her scan the stalls for the parts they needed. Ezra, meanwhile, kept a lookout for anyone willing to pick a fight with them. And to guard the credits Sabine was carrying. Not that she couldn't guard them herself, it's just that having an extra set of eyes who grew up on the streets would be helpful.

Sabine had been scanning the stalls for a few minutes before groaning in frustration. "Our heaps of junk are better than this."

Ezra grinned, anticipating what they would have to do. "Guess we'll have to take military grade stuff. There's a few of their ships back at the space ports that we can salvage from." It had been a while since they had something different to accomplish against the Empire.

"She wanted us to buy the stuff and she'll notice if we come back with the same amount of credits and military grade parts," Sabine said, rubbing some paint off of her fingers.

"So we take it, buy something from the market, and say we got a really good deal. Blasters are persuasive, and a wink should do the trick."

"What would we buy, and where would we stash it?"

Ezra grinned. "Leave that to me. Go pick out a ship, give me the location, and I'll come after I do what I do. Can I have the credits?"

"Are you serious? What are you going to buy? You know that Hera will kill us if we make a scene." Her voice seemed worried, but her fingers betrayed her in their eagerness to blow something up.

"I'll take a look around, find what I like, maybe get it installed, then I'll come to you where you'll have a brilliant plan that will blow up the ship without the parts we need when we're far away from there. Trust me, we'll be fine, and Hera wouldn't mind the Empire getting a bit of trouble." Ezra grinned, hoping it would seal the deal.

Sabine smiled underneath her helmet. "Don't spend it all. We don't need you buying crap in order to hide the fact that we're not buying crap parts."

Ezra laughed. "Trust me. It wont be junk. Comm me when you're ready."

She saluted, leaving the bag of credits with him. It wasn't until she was around the corner did she realize what he would buy. "The kid probably wants parts for his leg." Her head knocked against a building. "Guess it's a win-win-win then." She smiled, heading towards the space ports to pick a ship that would be compatible with the Ghost.

Ezra pocketed the credits, and strolled amongst the market stalls, curious if we would find a new leg to replace the old one. It was getting too small and the amount of times that it failed scared him. Can't have it fail again during a mission. They were getting too intense for Kanan or anyone else to have to carry him out of there when the leg wouldn't move. Every time that happened, he just felt more embarrassed about how he couldn't pull his weight anymore. They might leave him with Base Leader if he got to be too much of a risk and he couldn't have that. He couldn't be left behind. Not again.

His eyes closed by instinct, curious if the force would lead him to where he needed to go. He took a step forward, melding into the crowd. The crowd churned around him, bumping and sending him skidding along the middle. It was similar, almost comforting in the way the fear of being trampled by an uncaring crowd overwhelmed him again. Ezra opened his eyes, fighting to break above that fear and to make his own way through the crowd without them sending him skidding along as is he were on the wind.

It didn't take as long as he thought it would to find what he wanted. The stall before him held the used leg that looked perfect for him. It was almost new, but damaged enough and bloody enough that no one wanted to buy it. With no competition, the seller would be happy to be rid of the leg on his stall. Ezra made sure that a he seemed disgusted by it, albeit a little curious when he walked up to the man behind the stall. "What happened to that?" He asked, pointing to the leg.

The merchant grinned. "It's brand new, freshly taken from Imperial prison. Though it's a little dirty, it's a fine leg that grows with you."

Ezra choked. "A little dirty? Why is there still leg attached to it then?"

He laughed. "He wasn't using it, and I had to make sure I got every piece." He took it down for Ezra to see, "You can see how they installed it. After all, you want to keep the nerve connectors so that you can feel this leg move like a charm. Only for 1000 credits for this fine specimen."

Ezra laughed. "1000 credits for a piece of junk you can't even sell?"

"I'll have you know that people are lining up to buy this fine leg," the merchant shot back.

Ezra looked around. "What people?"

He seemed to notice the lack of people around his stall. He sighed. "850."

Ezra clicked his tongue is disappointment. " I think we can do better than that. After all, it has to be cleaned and installed."

"700."

With the new leg safely stored in the ceiling above his bunk and 475 credits less, Ezra raced back into the fray hoping to stop Kanan from ruining Sabine's plan. Ezra choked on his breath when he heard his Master scream. Something went terribly wrong. Did he trigger one of Sabine's bombs? He shouldn't have run out when he came back without Sabine. With barely a thought he jumped into the fighting, listening for when Kanan would cry out again. He could not lose focus. Not this time. There was too much at stake here. His lightsaber ignited, instinctively blocking the shots racing toward him. He would not lose focus. Kanan needed him right here in this moment, and he would come.

There were so many doors in his way. He didn't have time to unlock all of them, nor could he cut through them. There just wasn't time. He pushed himself to run faster through the hallways and doors just closing behind him. So much danger, he could not face them all at once.

There. Kanan was trapped underneath rubble blocking the doorway. He could tell that Kanan was too exhausted to lift it off himself before climbing out. Trapped. Kanan was trapped. Ezra raised his hand, helping his Master lift some of the rubble off of him. It wasn't enough where Kanan could just get up. He had to be pulled out, and Ezra wasn't sure if he could even do any of that. He was so tired. Carefully, he grabbed Kanan by the shoulders, and pulled. His muscles strained, but it wasn't enough. Kanan wasn't much a help anymore, mainly because he could tell that he was unconscious. Blaster shots burst over their heads. "More," he said, hissing from the strain. Stopping for a moment of rest, and to rebound the Storm Trooper's shots right back at them, Ezra readied himself for one last effort. Putting away his lightsaber, he grabbed his master, set his feet in position, and pulled with all he had, not minding when his leg sparked and bent under the pressure he was putting it under. Lifting the debris with the force as best as he could, Ezra pulled Kanan out inch by inch, until he was free.

Before Kanan had his bearings, Ezra was pulling him up, supporting him as they stumbled towards the doors together. It would have been a simple walk to the Ghost if the doors were open. With the doors closed, it was going to be much harder. Especially when Kanan's legs were bleeding from who knows how many different wounds. How he could walk, Ezra wasn't sure. Ezra turned to Kanan as he let him rest against the wall. "I'll take care of this." He raised his sparking leg, slightly twisted, and sent it careening into the door. The door shuddered, but did not budge. Setting himself up for another roundhouse kick, he pulled together his focus, and when his foot hit the door, he shoved it more with the force, knocking the door down. He helped Kanan to the next door, where he proceeded to do the same thing.

On they went, until Kanan was rested enough and helped open the doors. He still needed Ezra's support to walk. Ezra tried not to look at Kanan's bloodied legs as his Master lifted up the doors before they stumbled through. Neither had the opportunity to use their lightsabers, so when Storm Troopers were lined up, ready to shoot, Ezra didn't think about going for his lightsaber, instead, dropping Kanan and twisting his body to kick those Storm Troopers in the head with his sparking metal foot. No one would stop him and Kanan from escaping, especially not some stupid bucket heads. Over and over again, the sound of his metal foot crashing into the helmets pounded his ears, driving it into his mind over and over again.

In a practiced movement, Ezra sent the last Storm Trooper crashing into he floor. He helped Kanan to his feet, and kept them moving towards the exit, towards safety. Exhaustion tugged at every fiber of his being, but if they rested, then they would probably die. Kanan wasn't recuperating as fast as he had before, but he was on lacerated legs. Ezra could feel Kanan's pain through the force, and he knew that the force was helping Kanan walk along with Ezra supporting much of his weight on his damaged prosthetic. They continued on towards the Ghost, Kanan unlocking the doors and Ezra kicking any Storm Trooper who dared to stand in their way in the head. It was his mistake, and he was going to make sure that nothing worse happened to them, even at the cost of himself. He should have told them Sabine's plan.

Ezra looked around the massive room searching for enemies. There didn't seem to be any Storm Troopers in sight, nor did any come out behind the small walls of the water tanks. A grin broke out on the exhausted boy's face. "We're almost there Kanan, one more door."

Kanan nodded, concentrating on not collapsing. His legs were still bleeding, but not enough where he would bleed out before they got back to the Ghost. Ezra set him down by one of the open water tanks.

The pounding of marching Troopers echoed in the room. He concentrated, listening. "There's three coming. You rest for a bit. I'll take them," Ezra said, standing to face the incoming Storm Troopers.

"Stop right there, Rebel Scum," one of the Troopers said. He raised his blaster, ready to send out an order. "Kallus wants them alive. Shoot to incapacitate." He then proceeded to shoot Ezra right in his prothetic leg.

Ezra stared at the Storm Trooper who had just hit him. His leg sparked around the new hole the Trooper had just blasted through him. The metal shielding is down, Ezra noted. He gathered his strength for another battle, and pulled out his lightsaber. "Now that," he said, a grin on his face, "was extremely rude. Just to let you know when I beat you I will be much more polite than you were."

The two other Storm Troopers took a step back. They had seen the holovid where he took down three with his hands cuffed behind his back. The one who shot him did not. He took a step forward, a promotion encouraging a fight. "You're just a kid with a bum leg."

Ezra laughed. "Darth Vader has two." He leaped at the Storm Trooper, jumping right for him, sparking leg poised to hit his head first. The first Storm Trooper went down with barely a sigh. The other two, ran, diving behind the Tie Fighters flying in through the now open door. The Tie Fighter in question noticed Ezra as soon as he ignited his lightsaber, firing the cannons at the boy. Ezra blocked a few, the power sending him backwards towards the open water tank behind him. The Tie Fighter shot again, Ezra blocked it successfully, but fell over the short wall inside the water tank, leaving his lightsaber on the ground before the well.

Ezra didn't even have time to scream before his body hit the water. He went under, bubbles spurting from every pocket of air from his clothes and leg. He kicked towards the surface, but the leg caught on water so fast, it pulled him down farther than he could kick up. The last thing he saw before his world turned black was a whirlpool of bubbles shining in the last rays of sunlight.

Kallus waltzed past the fleeing Storm Troopers, murder in his eyes. He spared a glance to the squadron behind him. "Take the Jedi into custody, and find Ezra Bridger. They both must be found alive." The squadron of Storm Troopers spread out, searching for Ezra Bridger, leaving Kallus by the water tank and a cuffed Kanan Jarrus.

Kanan had regained his senses by the time Ezra had fallen into the water tank. The fact that he hadn't come back up was starting to worry him. Could the boy even swim? He looked at the water tank again, noticing a familiar belt floating on top. Ezra was still down there. He started thrashing, hoping to move his much too stiff body towards the tank. Kallus noticed immediately. He turned to what Kanan had saw, realized what the floating belt meant, and dived into the tank without a second to waste.

Kanan forced himself to stay where he was and not go in after Kallus. Instead, he pulled out his comm and talked to Hera about the situation and that they severely needed backup. He then proceeded to wait for Kallus to come back with Ezra.

One minute passed.

Two.

With a burst of bubbles, Ezra was thrown from the water tank right before Kanan who grabbed him and pulled him out. He didn't notice Kallus gasping for air, only seeing his padawan covered in water and not breathing.

Kanan couldn't remember in that moment if he felt anything at all except for blinding panic. He only remembered his throat closing up as he pumped Ezra's chest, breathing for him, waiting for a breath to follow the weak heartbeat.

When Ezra began to choke and throw up all the water he swallowed, Kanan could not be happier. Neither could Kallus, but he wasn't one to show it. All Kallus could see was the destroyed prosthetic that had almost killed them both. He stood ramrod straight, speaking into his comm, "I have them both. Bring me an escort so that I may question them."

Ezra sat up, his near death experience barely forgotten. "You're not taking us," he said, his voice scratching and hoarse. He coughed, trying to clear it and any excess water left behind.

Kallus laughed. "You almost drowned. There is nothing that you can do to stop me."

Ezra looked at Kanan, unsure of what to do. It was for only a moment, but Kanan winked, mouthing one word. "Stall."

Ezra coughed again, pulling his ruined leg closer to him. He dipped his head in a solemn nod, hiding a grin between his knees. Gathering his strength once again, and some from the force, he worked the last pieces of his broken prothetic loose, disconnecting the leg from his body. It didn't take much, considering he had almost had it disconnected before Kallus rescued him. He looked up, throat raspy, and asked. "If I take off my foot and throw it at you, am I kicking or hitting you?"

Kallus turned, surprised. "Wha-?"

Ezra slammed the disconnected prothetic foot into Kallus's kidney. He scooted closer using his real foot before whacking Kallus with the leg again. Kallus fell under the force of the second hit where Ezra continued to brutally club him with the foot until he stopped flinching. Ezra dropped the leg, utterly exhausted, He turned to Kanan, a tired smile on his face. "Always wondered the answer to that question. It's a shame he never answered me."

Kanan laughed, sliding close to Ezra. "You worry me sometimes." He tucked Ezra close, grabbing his fallen lightsaber. "You rest for a bit. I'll wait for our backup to arrive." Ezra closed his eyes, leaning on Kanan's shoulder, and rested.

A pair of angry feet stomped over to them. Kanan flinched, Ezra jerking awake. "What the kriff did you two nerfherders get yourselves into?"

Ezra bowed his head, barely containing a yawn. "Sorry Hera."

She scowled. "You can apologize later. Right now I need you in the Ghost and us out of here before Sabine blows it all up."

Kanan looked at Ezra. "He will need help."

Hera's hands fell to her hips. "Of course he does. I'll carry him."

"Kanan needs help too," Ezra shouted before he choked, dissolving into coughs. "He shouldn't be walking. You help him and I'll crawl."

"Oh no you don't," Hera said, picking Ezra up. She grabbed her comm, speaking into it. "Get out here Zeb, Kanan needs a ride."

Zeb rushed out of the Ghost, picking Kanan up like he was nothing and hurried back. Hera carried Ezra as she would a toddler, and Ezra found himself unable to argue with her to put him down. He was too big to be carried like that, but he found himself leaning against Hera's neck, fighting to keep his eyes open.

His grip on his prosthetic loosened, and Hera caught it before it fell, holding it close and Ezra closer. In the Ghost, Hera set him down gently on Sabine's seat before strapping herself in and taking off, Sabine's newest explosion of color painting the night sky behind her. Safely in hyperspace, she took notice of the metal leg resting against her own, soaking her suit. Picking it up, she rotated the broken false knee in fascination, wishing with all her heart that they would have found Ezra before this happened to him. Her hand went to the boy's hair, smoothing it out of his face. Sabine spoke over the comms confirming that Kanan would be fine, but confined to bed. Ezra was only exhausted. Both would heal just fine. She stared at the empty space where Ezra's leg should have been for a moment before leaving Chopper to drive and to check up on Kanan. "At least they're safe now," Hera said to herself before leaving Ezra on the chair to receive some much needed rest.