I hope you enjoy and I'm also sorry it's a little short but I promise the next chapters will be longer.

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Adored the cockpit of the Ghost Hera had just gotten the notice that the hanger door was now closed and within moments she had her freighter soaring up into the upper atmosphere of the planet.

"Great, more unwanted company." Mumbled the Twi'lek as her scanners picked up signs of Ties aiming to intercept. Punching throttle, Hera shot the ghost forward, before the Ties even got a chance to intercept them. Once the Ghost was in space Hera plugged in the coordinates and within moments they had jumped to hyperspace.

With a sigh of relief, Hera relaxed back into her seat. Her mind began whirl around with questions on how the Empire had obtain the coordinates for rondayvoo with.

"Who was that guy?" Hera muttered to herself and Chopper as she rubbed her sore neck. Whoever he was, it couldn't mean anything good for the team. Suddenly the sound of blaster fire rang through the ship, nearly startling the Twi'lek out of her seat.

"What's going on down there?" She called through the com system. At first she was met with silence, causing her to order the astromech to take control of the ship while she went to investigate, but finally a rather gruff answer came through the com.

"We're alright Hera, but we are going to need you get first aid ready up there."

"Alright." A sigh escaped he Twi'lek as went up the door that led to the hallways, she would get answers later.

With a press of the button the doors slid open with a hiss and Hera was instantly in the hallway, quickly making her way down it to her cabin where she held the medical supplies. Once in hand she turned to make her way back to the cockpit. Before she opened the door she could hear frantic chirps and beeps coming from Chopper. Entering she was shocked to see Zeb helping Kanan up the ladder and onto one of the seats. The Jedi was clutching at his right side, just along his ribs.

"What happened?" Hera asked as she rushed to the man's side and carefully coaxed him to remove his hand away from his side so she could help him.

"Well… he got nicked by a stray shot." Answered the Lasat before turning to leave down the ladder. Carefully Hera examined the burn mark along the man's side. He was lucky, it was just a graze, if he was hit a few more inches to the left it could have been a lot worse.

"I can see that. Hey where do you think you're going?"

"I have to help Sabine." Within seconds Zeb disappeared as he slipped down the ladder and back into the cargo bay.

Returning her attention back to Kanan, Hera carefully inspected his injury. It was going to be hard to past his shirt, so she went to the buck of his armor and began unfasten it, removing it from his arm.

"What happened down there?" Her voice was soft and filled with concern as she helped the Jedi remove his shirt so she could have better access to his injury. A faint hiss of pain escaped Kanan as he lifted and stretched his arms out to remove the shirt.

At first he was hesitant to speak as Hera tended to his wound, watching her quietly until she turned her head upward, giving him a look. A moment later he gave-in with a sigh and turned to look away from her with a distant expression as he tried to think of the right words.

"I… it…" A frustrated sigh and another moment later, Kanan tried again. "Hera… its Ezra. He's alive."

"What? Where is he?" She asked, shocked at what she was hearing. She too, along with the others, had begun to lose hope in ever seeing the rambunctious kid again.

Kanan took a deep breath and turned back to face the Twi'lek woman. His turquoise seemed to have a heavy weight of sadness and from what Hera could see, there was also equally as strong emotion in his eyes. Guilt maybe? It was hard to tell.

"He is down below… in the cargo hold." His voice quiet and seem convey the same heavy emotions that filled his eyes.

Hera's eyes seemed to light up at the news that Ezra was back aboard the Ghost and with the ones that cared about him. But soon her happiness seemed to fade as Kanan placed a hand on her shoulder and she saw the still saddened eyes stare back at her. This meant something had to be wrong. Why else would he not be over joyed that the kid was back.

"Hera… Something wrong… Something happened to him… The empire… they did something to him. He doesn't seem like himself… He's changed." The Jedi spoke slowly and in a low voice as he spoke. "Hera… he attacked us, he was the Inquisitor's partner that stopped us back at the meeting point with Vizago and back when Sabine, Zeb and I were getting the cargo to begin with."

Hera froze and stared at him with a shocked expression. Ezra… betrayed them? That can't be right, why would Ezra do that? Then again he was at the hands of the Empire for so long. But still, how could this have happened?

Soon the pilot's gaze returned to the man's injury and a thought came to mind, a thought that she wasn't too fond of.

"Did he… do that?"

Kanan followed her gaze to the now clean wound along his side. He gave no answer, instead just grew quiet. Hera didn't push him for it, she could guess the answer, even if she didn't like it.

Silence remained heavy in the room as Hera went back to taking care of the Jedi's injured side. Gingerly she wrapped gauze around it to help protect it from further damage.


Below the bridge, within the cargo hold, Sabine was struggling on holding down a rather unhappy young man.

"Let me go!" Exclaimed Ezra but the mandalorian held a firm grip.

"I'm sorry kid but I can't do that." Hearing steps down the ladder, Sabine looked up to see the Lasat returning. "Hey Zeb think you can get me some restraints? I can't hold him forever and I don't think he will corporate anytime soon."

The Lasat nodded and went over to the supplies and quickly grab an arm restraint. Returning to the two teens he knelt down and locked the kid's arms into place behind his back.

"Release me! You can't keep me here!" Ezra continued to struggle as they sat him up and locked the restraint into place on the floor, holding the kid in place.

"Relax kid we're only trying to help."

"Help me?" A dark laugh escaped the boy's lips causing a shiver to run down both Zeb and Sabine's spines. Something was wrong with him. This boy was no longer the same energetic kid they remembered. No he's something darker now something they could now be afraid of. "You have already helped me. You have shown me who you really are. You have shown me the truth behind your lies." The boy spoke malevolently as he glared up to the trio with his amber eyes. "I was just a tool to you guys. Something you could just use to help your cause."

"Ezra…"

The boy's full attention was now focused fully on the young mandalorian girl. His golden eyes seemed to bore into her with pure hatred.

"I bet you were so happy to finally be rid of me. It's no wonder you threw that bomb at me. You were tired of my constant flirting. Oh how it must have annoyed you. So tell me, how many fireworks did you set off? Eight? Twelve? Fifte-"

"Kid that's enough!"

Ezra snapped his head around the Lasat glaring at him, but it was evident to the kid that Zeb was just as shocked as Sabine was, even if he didn't show it as much.

"Twelve it is then." He smirked up at the purple creature. "I bet you helped her. You were probably so excited to have cabin all to yourself now, weren't you."

Getting frustrated, Zeb grabbed onto the kid's collar and glared him strait in the eye. "Snap out of it kid! This isn't you!" The Lasat growled at the boy only to be met more laughter from the boy. Zeb let go of Ezra and took a confused step back from him. Then suddenly he stopped laughing, instantly directing another sharp, icy glare at the two.

"Isn't it? I feel more like myself then I ever have. And it's all thanks to you." His voice carried a dark tone to it as he smirked towards the colorfully garbed mandalorian girl.

Sabine couldn't help feel the weight on her heart deepen. She felt like he was right. She was the one who was supposed to keep watch over him. She was supposed to keep an eye out for the kid. She should have check that he was still following her. And she should have been careful when she had thrown the bomb. It was her fault he was left behind. And it was her fault that he was this way.

"I'm sorry…" She said quietly, sadness filling her words as fell to the ground on her knees. "I'm so sorry…" She looked directly at the boy before her, her eyes were filled with so much sorrow, but she was only to be met with the same hatred filled eyes as before.

"You're sorry? Hah! A bit late for that." He said with a slight laugh as he continued to smirk at the girl and Lasat before him.

Heavy hearts weighed upon the crew. They had gotten Ezra back, but at a terrible cost…