I'm back! I'm sooooo exited! Let me just say out right, this is one of my favorite chapters, and amazing for the Hattress, (Just not everyone else). Enjoy!
Chapter 7
Kanan
Kanan stood staring at Maul. He wanted so badly to kill him, but something inside him said no. Why shouldn't I? He is a Sith after all. And he hurt Ezra! His train of thought was broken up however when he heard Ezra. He looked down at his Padawan. Ezra looked terrible. His clothes were slashed all over and covered in blood.. "Let him GO!" he demanded again. Maul just grinned broader, and kicked Ezra in the stomach, sending him sprawling over. Kanan leapt at Maul, slashing angrily. Maul attacked with just as much vigor. They fought hard but soon Maul started to slow down.. Kanan was tired as well, but unlike Maul, he had something to fight for. Kanan continued to slash at Maul as Maul tried desperately to parre. But as Maul raised his lightsaber to block a potential blow to the head, Kanan kicked him in the gut, bringing him to his knees. Then he threw the Sith's lightsaber out of reach. . He raised his own lightsaber to bring down the killing blow, but once again felt something stopping him. He lowered the blade and began to turn away when a red flash soared through the air slashing the throat of the Sith. Kanan whirled around to see the Mad Hattress holding a whip blazing in red. The light of a Kyber Crystal, Kanan thought in astonishment. She raised the whip and looked at Kanan. "Back away slowly and no one gets hurt." He did as she asked and watched as she then ran out of the station.
Ezra
Ezra watched in horror as his master gave into the darkness. He watched as Kanan did everything that he had been telling Ezra NOT to do. So when Kanan walked over to him, he did the only logical thing he could. He used the force to get his saber from Maul's corpse and ignited it. Kanan looked surprised for a second, but then angry. He lashed out at Ezra but his blow was blocked. Ezra slowly backed up until he was against the far wall, pushed back by the person he had trusted the most.
"Kanan please, stop this! Come back to the rebellion, come back to the light!" He begged, dodging yet another vicious blow. "No! Don't you see this is the only way I can protect the crew, protect YOU!" he retorted.
"That's not the Jedi way!" screamed Ezra.
"The Jedi are DEAD! When you were so eagerly following in their footsteps, did you ever wonder why they fell? It's because they were weak and foolish. Just like you are now. Just like I was!" Ezra stared at Kanan in horror. He suddenly felt a searing pain across his shoulder and cried out. Even Kanan seemed shocked at what had just happened. In Ezra's hesitation, Kanan had slashed his blade across his shoulder. Ezra didn't know what else to do. He gave Kanan one last pleading glance, and ran.
Mad Hattress
The Mad Hattress looked back at Mustafar from Maul's private ship. She grinned broadly. So this was freedom. Her entire life she had been told what to do, and how to do it. Everything had been controlled - schooling, killings, everything. Her mind had slowly warped itself as she presented a facade of control to the world until she finally snapped. She had been in a meeting for a bounty hunter who needed help with an assassination. She had carried out the job well, leaving no evidence. The man she had been working for was impressed and wanted the credit for the kill, so he took her hostage and began to slowly kill her. After three years of this, she revolted by killing him and everyone in the building. Then Jabba had found her and paid her well. Because of him, she now had the best weapons and enough credits to last her a lifetime. She couldn't appreciate this though, as she felt no gratitude or attachment anymore. That part of her died in the hunter's cell. Now the generously given weapons were going to be used for her own purposes, and not for Jabba's. . She set coordinates for Lothal and sat back in her chair. She was going to have to pay the Jedi boy a visit.
Hera
Hera had been looking through Empirical data for the tenth time that day when suddenly she got an incoming transmission from the Phantom. "Kanan?" She asked as she accepted it.
"Sorry to disappoint," Said a ragged voice. "Only me."
"Ezra! Are you okay? Wheres Kanan? How did you escape?"
"It's a long story. Can I dock the Phantom?"
"Of course," Hera said. "Sabine, Zeb, Chopper, get medical supplies. Ezra's back!" The Mandalorian,Lasat, and droid came running in. Sabine holding all the supplies she could carry, and Zeb with a bag of water bottles. As soon as the Phantom doors opened, Hera ran in and grabbed Ezra, pulling him in for a hug. He looked horrible. His hair was a mess and he was covered in blood. There was a nasty looking burn on his shoulder, and his flight suit was almost black from soot. He was trembling like he was having a seizure and looked like he was about to fall over, which he did. Zeb dropped the water, and grabbed the weak boy and carried him into the medbay.
"Kanan," Ezra whispered coughing. "He's gone. He left us for the darkness," he began to sob as the crew stood in stunned silence. Hera now knew what the burn was from. "Did you, kill him?" She asked tentatively, not really wanting to know. "I couldn't. I should have, but I couldn't" he said through choked sobbs. Sabine sat down on the edge of the bed and took his temperature, and a bit of blood. She began to apply a sticky blue substance to help with the burn, and started to clean the gashes made by the Mad Hattress's whip. "I'm going to, ah, go check on the Phantom" Zeb said as he slipped out of the room. Chopper followed him with a quiet whirring sound. Hera slipped out to the cockpit, leaving Sabine to tend to the sobbing boy's injuries. "You'll be okay," She whispered to Ezra on her way out. "We all will."
Kanan
Kanan walked down the halls of his new base. It had been seven weeks since he had taken over, and he was thriving. All the guards that had previously existed to kill him, now did whatever he told them to do without question. He definitely enjoyed having sight again, and he was growing more powerful everyday. This was all well and good, but one thing still haunted him. Ezra. Every night when he could hear the kid's pleas to come back to the light. Whenever he closed his eyes, he saw the boy's weakened state and the blood smeared all over his face and hair. The worst part was the look of absolute horror and betrayal in his eyes. He had tried to reach out to him with the force, but only found the broken pieces of the once happy mind. He grabbed a blaster and threw it at the far wall with a growl. He had never felt this much self loathing in his life.
I told you it would be good, just not for well, everyone else! Farewell for now!
