Ezra was missing. He had been for near three months now, after that mission. It had been a trap, carefully crafted to be so believable. They had never expected a shield to shoot up suddenly, separating them from Ezra. The fifteen year old had stood no chance against the Inquisitor, Agent Kallus, and a squad of Stormtroopers without backup or a way out.

The crew of the Ghost had chased every lead they could, eventually bringing them to Kamino. The stormy water planet housed a few facilities scattered across its surface, but their lead to one specifically. It was hidden beneath another larger facility, which was once used to create a large clone army. The smaller hidden facility dealt specially in cloning force users, which is where Ezra was believed to have been taken.

Due to the location's secretive nature, there weren't many Stormtroopers there guarding it. However, the facility did have a panic button that was triggered when they began breaking in, putting them on a time limit. First, they had to find and get into the holding room. It turned out to be quite easy when the first door they opened led to the holding room. It held at least a dozen stasis chambers, lined up along one side of the room. Chopper was sent to work hacking the computer to find and release Ezra's stasis chamber, which was indeterminable when closed.

Chopper let out the droid version of a cry of success as not one, but three chambers opened. Kanan and Zeb looked at each other confusedly, while Sabine turned to Chopper.

"You were only supposed to open Ezra's chamber!"

Chopper let out a string of sounds that roughly translated to 'I did!' His statement was proven to be the truth when all three chambers opened to reveal Ezra. Evidently, Ezra had already been cloned twice, but which was the original? It was impossible to tell, as they had all been dressed in the same white outfit.

In sync, three pairs of eyelids began to flutter before opening. Still in sync, they removed themselves from the chambers. The three Ezras glanced at each other, seemingly knowing who their companions were without saying a word. The Ezra that had been in the chamber closest to the door stepped forward, while the other two formed up behind him.

They spoke as one, "Master, Zeb, Sabine, and Chopper, how nice to see you. As you can see, the Ezra you knew has been cloned twice, but due to things connected to the Force, we all share the same memories and personality. We also share a mental bond reminiscent of a Force Triplet Bond. We have decided what we will call ourselves. We are the Triumvirate, the three who act as one."

"Now that's just plain out creepy."

"Well Zeb, you will just have to get used to it, because we will often talk like this. We are identical in every way. Even our midi-chlorian count is identical. The one of us in the center is the one we believe was the original, but we are not completely sure."

"The fact that you're not completely sure who is the original is slightly distressing. But, my young padawan, er, padawans,we must be leaving.We have a time limit."

"As you wish, Master."

Zeb fought the urge to shudder when he noticed that the three Ezras even walked in sync. They'd have to do something to make them distinguishable from one another, just to make slightly less freaky. Maybe different colored clothes or dying their hair? Or both?

Because an Ezra triumvirate was just plain scary. Ezra was bad enough on his lonesome, but with two identical companions they would be a terror. For both Zeb and the Empire.