Wow, I am soooooooo bored. Maybe I should write another chapter! Why the heck not! I've got creativity flowing into my fingers. Maybe I'll be able to update every day until the end of break! Who needs sleep, anyway? ... I ate too many cookies.

Enjoy the chapter!

"WHAT?" Eli and Ezra nearly fell backwards in shock. Redhook stopped what he was doing and glanced over.

"Calm down, Chop, a little ice won't kill you!" Hera was saying, holding back an angry droid from charging after some slugs mocking him from a distance. Some shushing could be heard from outside the blastersmith's home. Ezra took a deep breath and said in a strained but quieter voice,

"That's impossible, I-I..." The padawan's eyes became slightly glossy.

"I was dreaming about the night my parents were taken away." The Shane Gang leader looked up with a confused look in his eyes.

"I dreamt about my parents too..."

...under arrest...

...no escape...

...Empire...

"Well, it was only a matter of time." A gruff voice said. Redhook stood beside the boys' hammocks, staring down at a picture which lay in his lone claw. His one eye looked slightly upset, and more than usual. No one noticed that the whole room had stopped moving about to listen.

"Ephraim Bridger and Will Shane. Both of your fathers I knew well. But... " Redhook sighed, handing Eli the all too familiar photo. Redhook and...

"Dad." Ezra and Eli were shocked at their own words once they were out in the open.

...the children!

Redhook chuckled. Words were treasure, sure, but faces were priceless. Seriously, Ezra could've sold their expressions on the black market and be set for life.

"Congrats, boys. You two are brothers."

Brothers.

"So... this is a little awkward."

"Tell me about it." With Hera discussing the half-finished engines with Redhook and a defrosted Chopper, the crew finally had the time to spout all of their questions to the apparent siblings.

"I just don't get how Eli's down here and Ezra's all the way on..." Trixie mused, slumping down in exhaustion from defending her slugs from a rampaging Chopper.

"Lothal." Ezra finished half-heartedly, staring at the floor and not really paying much attention.

Eli glanced over at his brother. It was very and still weird to call him that, as they've only been together for only a day, of course, but nevertheless he could feel that something was off about Ezra's attitude. Somehow, while he didn't know, he just knew.

The Shane shot an uneasy look at his brother's jedi master, who silently nodded.

"Um, Ezra?" Eli stood up, motioning his brother over for a private conversation. The two of them headed over to the opposite of the small room, away from the curious crew.

Once the two were alone, each took a few minutes to regard the other. Now that they thought about it, the resemblance was a little unsettling. Almost like looking in a mirror. A very dusty and fogged mirror.

Eli leaned back against the wall as Ezra slowly made his way over. Even the slugs can tell. Eli thought as Burpy jumped to his brother's feet with a few sad chirps.

"What's up with you?"

"What?" Ezra crossed his arms, not wishing to look his brother in the eye.

"Come on." Eli pressed forward.

"I'm not that bad of a brother." Eli attempted to lighten the mood, hating the way the word brother twisted in his voice. Ezra glanced back up.

"It's not that..." He muttered.

"It's just... we lost our parents at different ages, at different times and... on different planets..." Eli thought long and hard before realizing what he meant.

"No," He said, suddenly confronting Ezra with strong purpose.

"I don't care what you think, but our parents wouldn't just leave you behind on another planet. They wouldn't."

"I mean- look, for eight years I had to resort to stealing for food on Lothal. I thought they were killed by the Empire!" Ezra snapped.

"I was alone too, you know!" Eli clamped down his tongue.

Floppers. Why did I say that? Ezra opened his mouth to fire back when his attention was turned to the window.

Tap, tap. Tap, tap.

Ezra closed his eyes.

"Something's out there."

Tap, tap. TAP, TAP.

The sharp tapping continued. Eli watched his brother closely. There was a strange feeling in the air.

Was this the Force?

"No. Not something." The padawan said.

"Someone."

TAP, TAP!

The boys ducked as the window shattered to pieces.