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"Why would you hide this from me?" Hera glared, first at Sabine, then at the sleeping Ezra. "Rebel Command is coming to Echo Base in one week. If Ezra's not up to the task of helping Rex, I need to know."

Sabine sighed. "He is. I never doubted that. But you need to know what's going on with him."

Hera shook her head. "He's struggling with what happened to Kanan. I've heard the nightmares."

Sabine knelt by Ezra, as if checking on him. "It's more than that." She whispered softly. "He keeps waking up thinking that Kanan's been captured by Vader."

Hera's brow furrowed. "How long has this been happening?"

"A week." Sabine took one of Ezra's hands and held it in her own. "First time, he made it all the way to the generators before collapsing. And they're getting worse."

"Worse?" Hera knelt by Ezra too. "What do you mean?"

Sabine looked down for a second before tightening her grip on his hands. "Last one was tonight. Just before I got you. I tried to stop Ezra, but he attacked me."

Hera's eyebrows rose, lek twitching in alarm. "He attacked you?"

Sabine nodded. "Yeah. He kept on shouting for me to get away from his family. I think he thought I was Vader."

"He attacked you?"

Sabine pulled out Kanan's lightsaber. "I protected myself. And I had Zeb for backup." She smiled. "Ezra's lessons came in handy."

Hera stood. "Maybe we should push Rebel Command coming back until-"

Sabine stood as well. "No. Ezra would see that as a sign that we don't trust him. We need to carry on as normal."

Hera folded her arms. "Sabine, he attacked you."

Sabine scoffed. "Not really. See, I've fought Ezra enough to know that if he actually tried, I'd be torn apart in seconds. He proved that our first fight on Yavin. This time, he was sloppy. I had numerous openings."

"So?"

Now Sabine folded her arms. "So, I think some part of Ezra knows that it's all a dream, and is fighting back."

"That or he's unravelling."

Sabine glared. "He's not unravelling."

"Are you sure?" Hera shifted. "You can't think clearly because of the way you feel about him. It's clouding your judgment."

Sabine's glare grew. "What do you mean, 'the way I feel about him?'"

Hera held her hands up. "Nothing. But we can't ignore that possibility."

Sabine narrowed her eyes. "I'll let you know if he has any more incidents. Then you can decide."

Hera nodded and walked out, and Sabine collapsed as soon as the door closed. Was she right? Was Ezra unraveling? Force knew he had enough reason to. Sabine knew enough about Master-Padawan bonds to know that there would be a constant ache from where his bond to Kanan was. Constant pain.

But Kanan had been dead for over a year and a half. Why now? What was going on?

The Admiral smoothly walked onto the deck of his ship. "Inquisitor, if I may, why are we so far away from the Fleet?"

The Second Brother raised his head. "Our prey is here, Admiral."

"Prey?" The Jedi. "Shall I alert Lord Vader?"

Silence, then a shake of the head. "No. Lord Vader will only insist on personally killing the Last Jedi. And I intend to claim that honour myself."

"Very good, Sir. Our heading?"

The human male smiled. "Hoth."

Sabine was still holding Ezra's hand when he awoke, sitting up in a moment and calling his lightsaber into his hand. "Ez?"

He stood. "No time. Get the Ghost ready to fly."

Sabine frowned. "Ezra, do you know where you are?"

He nodded impatiently. "Yes, I do. I'm in my room. And the Empire is coming. We're out of time."

Sabine stood. "Ezra, are you sure?"

Ezra, who was heading out of his room, stopped cold. "Yes, I am." He tilted his head back to look at her. "Why are you asking me that?"

Sabine shook her head, grabbing Kanan's lightsaber. "No reason. Come on, let's go."

Ezra used the Force to grab Kanan's lightsaber and attached it to his belt, shaking his head. "No. You're not ready to face a Dark-Sider." He started to head outside. "Get the Ghost ready for launch!"

As he ran, Ezra commed Luke. "Hanger, now!"

"Sir?" The Stormtrooper Commander was about to touch the Inquisitor's shoulder, then thought again. "We're here."

The Inquisitor opened his eyes. "I sense the Jedi prepping for battle. And he's not alone. A lesser Jedi is with him." He looked at the Commander. "Have your men fire on the other Jedi. I will deal with the Master."

The doors opened, and the troopers ran in firing as they went. Only to be cut down moments later by their reflected blaster fire. A few moments later, it was just the Inquisitor and the two Jedi. One who seemed to be broken, the other afraid.

He laughed. "Is this your Padawan, Jedi? Pathetic."

The green bladed one stepped forward. "Leave now. I don't want to fight you."

The Inquisitor stood, hands casually clasped behind his back. "Oh? I've been fighting you for the past week, in your mind." He could sense the Jedi's shock. "The nightmares? My doing. Sensing where you are the weakest. And now, foolish Jedi, I shall exploit that."

The Jedi held his saber in the traditional salute. "Not if I can help it."

The Inquisitor grinned and returned the salute. "You can't." He charged, lightly attacking to see how the Jedi fought. With two of them, it was harder.

The Master seemed to use a modified Form III stance with some Form II mixed in. A unique brand of fighting that he seemed to have mastered.

The Apprentice was clumsy yet refined, clearly having been taught by the Jedi. But, as both the Jedi and Inquisitor knew, experience was borne out of battle, and that is something a sparring match can't give you. Inexperienced as the child was, he was no match for the Inquisitor, and was thrown against the wall, leaving just the Master.

A few more minutes of fighting, and now the Inquisitor was annoyed. Relentless attacks were meaningless against a form designed to outlast your opponents. And the Jedi wasn't at all surprised by the spinning blades, which meant that he had faced Inquisitors before. And there were very few Jedi that had such a thorough knowledge of Form III. In fact, the best practiser of that form had been Depa Billaba. And Billaba had a young apprentice named Caleb Dume, who the Inquisitorius records had labeled as Kanan Jarrus. And Jarrus had a Padawan by the name of-

The Inquisitor smiled. "Ezra Bridger. At long last."

Ezra momentarily paused at the way his named rolled off the man's tongue. His first name was said just like Grand Admiral Thrawn would say it. "I am. And you are?"

The Inquisitor chuckled. "Who I am is irrelevant. Just know that I am going to kill you, then your padawan."

Ezra slid into ready stance and smiled. "I don't think so."

The Inquisitor attacked again, but this time it was much more desperate. "You have anger, Bridger. Anger at the Empire for what happened to your parents and your Master. Yet you choose not to harness that power."

Ezra riposted an attack, the blade slicing the Inquisitor's lightsaber in half, one end dying. "I don't need to. I've touched the Dark Side before and learnt nothing but pain. The Light is stronger than the Dark. It always has been." He used the Force to cast the lightsaber aside and pointed his own at the Inquisitor's neck. "And it always will be. Surrender."

The Inquisitor looked at him, fear in his eyes. "Just kill me."

Ezra shook his head. "No."

"If you don't, then my Master will. After he kills you." The Inquisitor shook his head. "You are outmatched. You should have just killed me." Rearing his head back, The Inquisitor impaled himself on the end of Ezra's blade before the Jedi could deactivate it, body falling to the ground.

Ezra stared at the body before grabbing his comm. "Spectre Six to Spectre Two, we need to get out of here. And warn the others that Echo Base is no longer safe."

Hera sighed. "Too late. The Fleet just arrived out of hyperspace. Ahead of schedule."

Ezra lowered his head. "It's Attolon all over again." Panic gripped him. "Have the transports land, now!"

"Are you sure that's the best move?"

Ezra nodded as he helped Luke up. "No, but we're out of time. We don't know when the Empire is coming, but they could very well be on their way here. If we have no defences on the ground, and an Interdictor shows up, we're done for. This is our only play."

Hera was silent for a long time. "Alright, Ezra. I hope this works."

Ezra nodded. "So do I."

Chapter Notes!

I). I had originally written a different ending to this chapter, but then the idea came from you guys to extend their time here. Which is next chapter!

II). Having said that, the Inquisitor was a part of that ending, but I liked his point of view so much that I kept it in.

III). Luke isn't actually Ezra's Padawan. I couldn't think of a title for the Inquisitor to use.

Nearing the end of our time on Hoth!

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