Hello! hope that you will forgive me for not updating sooner with me posting these chapters so close to each other, I will definatly be updating tomorrow, I PROMISE! Enjoy chapter 10! ya, double digits!

Chapter 10

Kanan sat in his meditation chamber in a deep trance. He was tracking Ezra and the Mad Hattress to determine which route they would take. He did not want his guards interfering with this, so he would send them to the opposite side of the base. Ounce he was satisfied with the results, he slipped deeper into the force, and continued his internal battle between dark and light. His old self was crying out as he set up a trap for Ezra, and his new self was getting annoyed.

Sabine sat with the sketch book in her lap. She had begun to free draw more and more often. It always made her feel better somehow, no matter how heartbreaking, or gruesome the outcome. This time she had a different idea. She knew what she wanted to draw this time. She drew Kanan with glowing eyes and red lightsaber, next to him was Ezra, also evil. She drew the background as Mustafar, and sketched in the mangled remains of the Ghost behind them. When she was done, she looked took a step back and looked. It was the most detailed sketch she had ever done. Then she took out a lighter, and set the bottom corner on fire. She watched as the flame swallowed up the paper and with it, her fear. Once the fire was out she felt calmer and walked down to the main room to help Hera with a new strategy. She didn't care what happened, as long as it resulted in both Kanan and Ezra being back on the Ghost.

The Mad Hattress kept on thinking about what Ezra had said."We need people like you." She had never been needed before. People usually just wanted her around to scare off the competition. Maybe she could join the rebellion. She WAS good with strategies, and elite in any form of combat. Then her father's words rang through her head. "You will never be anything but a killer. A ruthless force not to be reckoned with!" She shuddered at the thought. He was probably right though. She had no compassion, or mercy. She was not rebellion material. But then again, could she become good? Ezra had been a thief before he joined the rebellion. He had only ever cared about saving himself. Now he was training to be a JEDI! Maybe there was a chance for her. She snapped back to reality when she saw the large door in the rock.

"We're here," She whispered to Ezra. It's not locked," he replied warily as the door slid open easily.

"Not many people know about this way in,but this is strange. Usually I had to pick the lock."

Something's definitely off, but it's too late to turn back now!" And with that he slipped into the passage.

Ezra took out his lightsaber so that they could see, and watched as Hattress did the same with her whip. "Okay, so where should we go now?" he asked, voice little more than a whisper.

"This way," she said taking the lead down a tunnel to the right. She jabbed her blade into the wall. "There, now we know we've been here," She explained. "Now come on!" Ezra followed her in silence for a while. With every noise he heard, he expected to see Kanan jumping out at him ready to kill. He remembered Ahsoka's words and let them give him hope. Kanan could be saved. He had to be.

Chopper rolled down the halls of the Ghost sulking. He had been sulking for the past few weeks. It was bad enough not having Ezra there to bother, but now Zeb was out of it too. At least this was what he pretended was wrong. Deep down, he missed Kanan. Sure Kanan had always made him stop zapping everyone, and would get mad when he pranked the crew, but it was so much fun getting on his nerves. Now there was no fun. Only sadness.

Ezra was sitting in his tower crying. Silent sobs wracked his body as he curled himself as small as he could be. The force swirled around him as did the dark, but he pushed it away. He wouldn't let it in. Soon it gave up and left him with his misery. He felt betrayed, and hurt. There was no comfort back on the Ghost. His master was not there. His master was dead, and he couldn't stop it. He should have done SOMETHING he thought to himself. He cried harder at this thought.

Kana woke with a start, eyes flying open in shock. He thought that the nightmares and visions of Ezra's misery would end. but they hadn't. They still haunted him like a ghost. Now, though, it wasn't just Ezra. He would see his own master crying for him. He saw the misery of the rest of the crew, and occasionally he thought he saw Ahsoka. Soon it will be over, he thought to himself. Soon Ezra will be back at my side, and nothing will ever hurt him again. He grinned. He was already plotting how they would overthrow the Empire and take control. Everything would be perfect. Yes. Perfect.

Ezra peered around a corner, Mad Hattress around another. . "All right," he whispered. "I can sense e Kanan from here. I'm going to go find him, and you're going to take out the guards. Okay?" "Ooh goodie! I LOVE taking those big crybabies down. They scream like five year olds!" "Glad you're having fun," he murmured under his breath. He would never understand that girl. She could be so smart when she wanted to be, yet had the maturity of a three year old with a taste for the gory. "The guards are all on the other side of the base," he said as he found them through the force. "Kanan is in the opposite direction. After you deal with the guards, come back here and wait for me. If I'm not back in three hours, take the ship and leave. Got it?"

"Three hours. Okay. See you soon!" And with that she skipped down the hallway, leaving scorch marks with her whip. Ezra shook his head as he watched her go and hurried down the opposite hall. He ran as fast as he could, using the force to guide him to Kanan. He ran for about twenty minutes before he finally found the entrance to Kanan's rooms.

I'm sorry to leave you on a cliff hanger, but I just had to. Post more tomorrow!