Hey guys, so this chapter is a little rough. I wrote this story a while ago when I didn't know anything really about Star Wars except for the first half of the first season of SWR. So if things seem a little outlandish, whoops. It's fan fiction, and I'm too lazy to re-write most of this. Enjoy.


Crystal hummed to herself as she explored the Ghost, looking for Chopper. It was getting late, and Crystal didn't want to be in the rec room by herself. She padded towards the cockpit, hoping to sleep under the stars. The thing was, sleep didn't come. She was too worried. She had just found Ezra, and now he was gone on a rescue mission for his friends. Crystal laughed. She would have never thought after Ezra's parents died that he would have friends again. She lowered herself into the pilots chair. This blaster shot wasn't the worst hit that she had gotten, but it was pretty high on the list. Crystal glanced at the scars that riddled her stomach. There was one that was stretched high past the normal scars. She grimaced. That was a bad day.

It was a sunny day on Lothal, and Crystal had decided that she needed a weapon to protect herself with. After all, she was a pretty thirteen year old girl. So she decided to shop for one, in the local bar. She didn't have any money, and she didn't need any. Crystal figured that she could prove to herself and Ezra that she could take care of both of them herself. Ezra was starting to get a little edgy now that he realized that he should be the one taking care of her.

Crystal was in the center of the fighting ring at the bar. The man she was fighting had a nice blaster, and after she had insulted his manliness, she challenged him to a fight for ownership of the gun. The guy was massive, and Crystal only survived because she saw the glint of the knife half a second before it slit her throat. She didn't see the other knife slide into her stomach. When the pain made itself known in Crystal's brain, she took the knife out of her stomach, still covered in her blood,and threw it at the man, impaling it in his turned back. Before more words could be explained, Crystal grabbed a drink from the bar, and headed into a nearby alleyway. There, she tore her shirt into shreds and forced half of the drink down her throat. Relieved that it was basically pure alcohol, she poured the rest on her bleeding stomach, and tried to tie her shirt strips into a good enough bandage to make it home. With her own blood pooling at her feet, she knew that if anybody would happen down this alleyway, they would think her dead. Especially if she passed out, which was probably going to happen very soon. Her vision closed, and Crystal collapsed in her own blood.

During the fight, and old man who once was a doctor was in the back, observing the reactions of the crowd. He hated the fights, mainly because he couldn't stop people from getting hurt. As a doctor, he hated to watch people hurt others. When the crowd collectively gasped, the old man thought nothing of it. However, when the barman was screaming for someone to get back and pay for that drink, the old man knew that something had gone wrong. The old man, who's name was John, calmly paid the barman and went out to follow the blood trail from the bar. Whoever got hurt was bleeding more than usual, and way too much. Somebody must have pulled a knife. The old man followed the trail into an empty alleyway to find the girl passed out in a pool of her own blood. John kneeled beside her, hoping that she was already dead, yet praying that she was still alive. He felt her pulse, and was surprised to find it still strong despite losing all of that blood. Carefully, he picked up the unconscious girl to his home where he patched her up.

Crystal smiled at the memory. When she had woken up, she had reopened her would while she freaked out, trying to figure out where she was. Ezra was hysterical, trying to find his best friend. Crystal's smile turned into a frown. Hopefully Ezra would be alright. He had to be.

Ezra was not alright. They didn't make it two steps in before the alarms started screaming. Troopers scoured the place, searching for the intruders. Kanan and Ezra hid in the shadows. "Now what?" Ezra breathed in Kanan's ear.

"Plan B," Kanan replied.

"Which is?" Ezra asked nervously.

"Follow me," Kanan raced out into the open, light saber drawn. "Hello," he said calmly with a smile, "We're you looking for me?" The Troopers instantly opened fire on Kanan, who stood there, fighting off the blaster shots. Go. He mouthed to Ezra.

Ezra slithered around the edges of the battle, feeling for the right door. There it was. Ezra opened it, running stealthily through the corridors, searching for his trapped friends. When he found them, Ezra stopped. "Not good," he muttered. He could feel a very dark presence right behind the door where his friends were, just a little farther in. What could he do? It was very likely that the Inquisitor was right behind that door. And if Ezra could feel him, then he probably already knows that Ezra is out there, alone. Ezra walked away, leaning into his comn. "Specter 6 to Specter 1, I found them. ASAP." He stopped. What if the Inquisitor was listening in? What if he had just killed his friends? Ezra took a deep breath as Kanan's words repeated themselves. 'Doubt will kill you on the battlefield.' Ezra stopped thinking. "Find me Kanan," he whispered into his comn. Then, putting that down he closed his eyes, and opened the door.

Sabine moaned when Ezra walked in, eyes closed. She was in so much pain. "You need to see!" She wanted to scream at him, but her mouth refused to work. The Inquisitor was standing in Ezra's way. "Let them go," Ezra said, a voice of calm. Was this the true power of the force?

The Inquisitor laughed, lifting Sabine into the air in a force choke. Her eyes bulged. Ezra did not flinch, he reached out his hand, and sent a bench flying at the Inquisitor's knees. The Inquisitor dropped Sabine, stepping out of the way. Ezra's eyes were still closed. "I think it's time for all of you to leave. Zeb, lead the way. Kanan should find you soon. Inquisitor, stay," Ezra's eyes opened, revealing a calm fury, "you and I have to talk."

The Inquisitor laughed. "By what means do you want to talk, boy? Are you finally ready to join me, or have you walked into your death blinded by your so called love?"

Ezra smiled. "I have no clue what I'm doing, but whatever it is, I'm going to do it while beating you into that closet over there," Ezra pointed to a closet to his right.

The Inquisitor laughed. "With what? I have my light saber, what will you be fighting with? There is no one to take the fall for you this time, boy."

Ezra did not reply. Without a word, he charged at the Inquisitor bare handed.

Kanan was getting worried. The Troopers weren't that much of a problem. He was mainly worried about Ezra, and how Hera would kill him if something happened to him. Then Ezra comned in. "Specter 6 to Specter 1, I found them. ASAP." Kanan smiled. Maybe this would actually work out. Although, the asap was a bit worrisome. Kanan punched the last Storm Trooper coming at him, and closed his eyes. Where was the kid? "Find me Kanan," Ezra said softly. The comn went silent.

"Specter 1 to Specter 6, do you copy?" Kanan asked desperately. There was nothing on the other end. The sinking feeling in Kanan's chest deepened. Ezra was in deep trouble. He left the room at a sprint. There was no way that this was happening again. He couldn't loose his Padawan like he lost his Master in Order 66. Kanan pushed himself harder, racing through doors and past Troopers so fast that they were all a blur. The stupid kid. This was no time for heroics. Kanan's eyes closed, finding his family. There they were! Along with the foul presence of the Inquisitor. Kanan swore. He could feel Ezra fully in the force, attacking the Inquisitor by himself. He could just grab Hera, Sabine, and Zeb, get them in the Phantom, and hope that Ezra was alive by the time he could make it back. That wasn't going to happen.

Kanan turned around the corner, flying off the walls and landing right in front of his friends. There was no time for words. He grabbed Hera's face by instinct, and pressing his forehead to hers, transferred the route out through the force. Hera silently pulled away, nodded, and ran, leading Sabine and Zeb out of there. Kanan shoved the strange skill he had just made up to the back of his mind and burst through the door, planning to save Ezra and escape the Inquisitor in time before all of them died.

Ezra was on knees before the Inquisitor. Just before Kanan could call out, the Inquisitor fell to his knees, weeping. Kanan stopped. What was going on here? Even though Kanan made no noise, both men turned to him. Ezra's eyes looked sad and dazed, while the Inquisitor's once yellow eyes were brown and full of tears. Kanan stood there, absolutely unsure of what was going on here, or what should he do.

"He won't be like this for long," Ezra said softly. He grabbed the Inquisitor's hands. "I'm so sorry, but I need to leave. I would love to take you with us, but I can't. I'm sorry."

The Inquisitor snarled, his eyes instantly turning yellow. Kanan kicked him into a closet, and shut the door, locking it. Ezra turned to Kanan. "Help."

"I know," Kanan replied softly, picking the boy up before he could collapse.

"Help him," Ezra said, "He's trapped."

Kanan didn't reply as Ezra relaxed into a slumber over his shoulder. Kanan walked out of the base back to the Phantom. When he neared the docking base where the Phantom was located, he started to run, Ezra limp against him. "Start her up, Hera," Kanan said into his comn, "It's time to go."

"Copy that," Hera replied briefly. The Phantom was in Kanan's sight. He jumped in, just as it took off.