I'm so sorry this has taken so long. I have been struck with some serous writer's block here. I wish I could have gotten this out sooner.

I apologize in advance if this chapter appears short. v.v

Hearing your thoughts, ideas, and suggestions really help me out. Thank you all who help. :)

Disclaimer: Rebels belongs to Disney. If I owned it, it would always be mental torture on our beloved characters. So yeah... bad idea if I owned Rebels.


Ezra stared out amongst the cold blackness of space. Three days. That's how long it has been. It's been three days since he return to the Empire. Three days since he had become the Grand Inquisitor's apprentice. And it's been three days. Three full, long days since he left that base. Three days since they captured the jedi. And three days since he betrayed the Ghost crew, his friends.

It was true, he couldn't deny it. They were his friends, maybe even a family to him. And look what he did to them. He stabbed them in the back and took something important from them.

These past few days have been nothing but a numb, dull pain aching in the teen's chest, but he knew it was probably nothing compared to how the others must be feeling. The pain of betrayal of a trusted friend and the loss of a good one.

Slouching over on the bed, the teen cast his saddened blue eyes onto the grey ground. His raven bangs dangling over, blocking his view of his of anything surrounding him. A heavy sigh escaped is lips as his rubbed his hands over his rather tired looking face before relaxing and burying his face within his palms.

'What have I done…'

He knew what he had done was wrong, but what the Inquisitor said… It was true, right? The crew was similar to his parents in many ways, but they were also different. Sure they brought him into danger just like his parents, but they didn't drag him into it. He always had a choice with the crew.

But now a choice of his has made things worse. A person he felt like he could trust, something he hasn't been able to do in years, has been through into harm's way. All because of him.

Sliding his hands up his forehead and into his hair, Ezra frustratedly bunched his hands and hair into fists. He had a duty to the Empire. It was his job to serve and spy for them. He knew he couldn't dout himself or his choices, and yet here he was.

Abruptly the sound of someone at the door pulled the teen from his thoughts. Sliding off the bed, He steadily made his way to the door. Opening it revealed the familiar Pau'an, the Inquisitor.

"Morning, Sir." Ezra quickly spoke, straightening up as he looked toward his new master, a thought that wasn't all too pleasing to the boy. Sure they were on the same side, right? So he shouldn't feel so uneasy around the man, but he did. Just something about was off putting, dark, and sent shivers up the teen's spine.

"Come with me, boy." With those few words the man turned and began to leave the doorway of Ezra's room. Although he could only see it for a split second, the teen noticed the smirk upon his master's face. After spending only a few days with him, Ezra quickly picked up what that meant and it never meant anything good.

As they walked along the grey corridors of the Star Destroyer, Ezra could not help but wonder where they were of to. Sure he had had training with the man a couple of times, but this time it didn't feel like that was what they were going to do. He felt uneasy, this time more than usual.

Soon, after rounding a corner, Ezra realized where the were headed. A feeling of dread came over the teen as he soon found them leaving the lighter grey & squair sections of the Destroyer and into the dark slanted halls of the detention block. The familiar clench of pain is chest strengthening as they came upon the guarded door of the prison cell.


A groggy, dull pain pounded at the man's head as Kanan slowly began to become alert when he heard the prison door open. He didn't bother to look up, he knew who it was. That man came often in the past few days. At least it seemed like days. The lack of a source for time made it hard to tell.

As he heard the Pau'an walk down the steps, he couldn't help but noticed a second set of steps. These sounded rather lighter in comparison to the Inquisitor's.

Curiosity getting the better of him, Kanan looked up to see not only the Inquisitor but Ezra. His turquoise eyes widening in surprise. Sure he saw Ezra with Inquisitor back at the base, but since then he hasn't really believed it. Only thinking Ezra and him were in separate cells and not wanting to even consider his betrayal. But now. Seeing the teen there, dressed in the dark cloths of an Imperial, it really began to sink in.

Ezra had them fool. Him especially. Kanan thought he could trust the kid. He saw a lot of the same struggles he himself had to go through in the kid. However what he saw as struggles before, were now seen as a bunch of lies.


Making eye contact with his former master, Ezra could see Kanan's emotions unfold before him. Sock, Sadness, maybe heart ache, followed by a stern, steely, guarded gaze. It made his already aching chest hurt even more and he almost instantly averted his gaze.

The Inquisitor spotted the short reactions that transpired between the two. Making sure to take a mental note of this and anything else to come in this interrogation. It wasn't just the Jedi he was focusing on, but also the boy. He wanted to test and see how strong of an influence the insurgents held on him.

Pausing in his step for a moment, the Inquisitor looked upon the two, with skeptical eyes before once again continuing his steady pace. Slowly he crept around the currently vertical table the Jedi was strapped to. His vibrant amber gaze leaving the site of the boy, as the teen stood just left of the door, and placed his gaze upon their prisoner. Stopping beside the right of the Jedi, the Pau'an did not remove his gaze from the bound man.

Silence filled the room for sometime, no one said anything. The air seemed to weigh heavy with the mix of emotions both the boy and Jedi were feeling. Finally the silence was broken. But not by the Inquisitor but rather the Jedi.

"Why?" It came out so horse and so quiet, it was barely a mumble, but Ezra managed to catch it. His usual vibrant blue eyes once again looking upon the man strapped to the table. He could see that Kanan was still staring directly at him, but Ezra didn't say anything. He couldn't get any words past the knot in his throat once he saw the pained, and almost disappointed look in Kanan's turquoise eyes.

Watching the interaction between the two, the Inquisitor, narrowed his gaze. Knowing he couldn't let it continue down this path, he raised his toward the Jedi's head. There he focused on the familiar source and with the low hum of the force he used it. Focusing on and pushing deep into the Jedi's mind. Causing the man to lose his focus on the teen and grit his teeth at the pain.

Ezra flinched as he saw Kanan cringe at the waves of pain. He wanted to look away but found he couldn't. Electric Blue eyes remained locked on the two.

When the Inquisitor moved his hand away from the Jedi, Kanan's relaxed, his head lolling forward as he was to exhausted to hold it up. Once more the room was filled with silence. No one said anything. The Inquisitor just seemed to be waiting for something, but what, Ezra was unsure of. Finally someone spoke, but once again it was the Jedi.

"What do you want now?" His voice was shaking and scratch as spoke, his remained down, not seeming in any mood to look at the man responsible for his current pain and the one who so deeply betrayed him.

"I am here to teach my apprentice how to get information." The smirk evident in the man's tone.

'Wait, what?!'

Ezra looked surprised at his master. In no way had he expected this. His gaze slowly shifted back onto Kanan, his blue eye showing how wary he was of the prospect of this. Slowly he strode forward, toward the Pau'an, awaiting to hear the man's instructions.


Silently Ezra stood aboard the bridge. He stood behind his master and closer to the back. His form was rigged and he couldn't help shift in his stance now and then as complete unease set in his veins as he watched the Pau'an look over and give orders the soldiers on the bridge.

Even from his distance away he could feel the waves of disappointment roll of the Inquisitor. He did not have to be force sensitive to notice it. Most of the crew members on the bridge did their best to avoid the Pau'an as they went about their routines. However not all could avoid him, the ones that had to speak with him were met with an icy glare and a dark tone in his voice.

The bridge at the moment was pretty quiet. Not much was being done as the Destroyer was currently hovering above a planet. The were taking a few days stop here before heading off to their true destination, Mustafar.

"You are dismissed." The man's sharp, dark tone suddenly caught the boy's attention and he stiffened. Ezra was unsure whether or not the order was toward him or someone else. But soon his assumption was confirmed as the Inquisitor steadily looked over his shoulder toward the boy. His vibrant amber eyes digging a dagger like glare into the young man.

"Y-yes sir!" Ezra quickly inclined his head toward his master before turning around and walking out of the bridge.

As soon as the doors shut behind him, he relaxed and ran a hand threw his dark hair as he slowly began to walk toward his cabin.

Part of him felt bad for the others who had to deal with the Inquisitor. After all it was his fault the man was this way. He failed to interrogate the Jedi. He just couldn't. He did not want to hurt Kanan. And yet he did. Ezra had gotten Kanan captured by the Empire and brought aboard the Star Destroyer. A ship that was bound to leave for Mustafar any day now. And there… well there Kanan would be lucky to live to see the next day.

Ezra crossed his arms over his chest and cast his gaze down, avoiding any eye contact with others as he walked through the narrow halls of the ship. He did not want to see Kanan hurt. Not because of his choice.

Pausing in his step, Ezra looked up to see he was in a fork in the corridor. To his left it lead toward the cabins where he and most of the ship's crew rested. To his right it was the hall that led toward the hanger were many ships would be coming to and from the planet, carrying information and supplies

For a moment Ezra's gaze rested to his left, however with a frustrated sigh he changed his mind and went to the right. He knew he might regret this, but he had to do something. He had to get Kanan out of here. He needed to take back his mistake, or at least try.

It took him a while but he finally made it to the hanger. It was crowded, and Ezra could see that there were many Stormtroopers moving about their business. Not far off the young teen could notice a shuttle being loaded with a couple of crates that were most likely destined to go to the planet below. Ezra quickly bolted over, only to be stopped by the two 'trooper pilots.

"Hault. This is a restricted aircraft."

"I have permission to come aboard." Ezra lied as he quickly began to form a story in his head.

"We got no notice of anyone accompanying us to the surface."

"It was a sudden decision. The Inquisitor wants me to relay some important information on the surface before we depart."

The two looked toward one another, seeming to think before turning to the boy and giving a nod.

"Very well."

'Great!' Ezra thought as he followed the two on board. 'Now to just find a communications tower…'


Silence filled the Ghost. The air felt heavy and dark. Betrayal weighed heavy on the remainder of the small crew's hearts. Not much had been said lately. They all knew what needed to be done but knowing did not make it easy to accomplish. They had no clue where Kanan was. No hints of information or clues anywhere. It was like he had vanished once the Empire caught him. Even Hera's informant, Fulcrum, hand no information to give on the matter. It just felt so hopeless.

Currently the crew was scattered about the freighter. Sabine and Zeb were in their own rooms. Most likely painting and sleeping. Chopper was off doing some repairs on the recently returned Phantom. As for Hera she remained on the Bridge. Tuning into any frequency she could to find any sign of their lost Jedi, but eventually came up with nothing.

Suddenly the sound of a repetitive beeping caught the Twi'lek's attention. Looking over her controles she noticed one of the lights blinking. It was a message. But from who she couldn't tell. Listening carefully, she realized it was a coded signal.

Her emerald eyes grew wide as she quickly began to realise what it met. It was coordinates along with information on a certain Destroyer and also directing to a certain part of it. The detention block. At first she was not sure it was about him but then the message seemed to repeat Kanan. Hera was not sure if she could believe it or not. But this was the only thing they had so far. It was the only hope they had gotten sense he was taken from them. The message only repeated a few times before stopping.

It did not take her long to call over the ship's intercom to the rest of the crew to come to the bridge. They just might have his location. Now all they need was a plan.


Within security room, the Inquisitor skeptically watched the surveillance system. Earlier, after having left the bridge, he had gone to find his appearance to train, but did not find him. Growing curious of the boy's location he headed here, to security, now he looked over the recordings. His gaze fixed upon that of the hanger.

At first he missed it, but upon replaying the footage he noticed the young teen getting aboard a shuttle the Inquisitor knew he was not authorized for.

His amber gaze narrowed, skeptically eyeing this as he thought about what his apprentice might be up to.