Kanan Jarrus watched in fear at his Padawan, trapped in the grip of the Inquisitor. Ezra had a blank stare and black eyes. Pretty black. Pau'an smiled mischievously. He was stroking the boy's neck. His claws were leaving white marks on the skin.

"And what now, Caleb?" asked Inquisitor with venom in his voice "Ezra is mine now. You can't change that"

"Leave him, Rakhesh" Kanan ordered with anger "He isn't thing; you can't use him as weapon!"

"Funny note. Given that the Rebellion uses you and your friends as a weapon" chuckled Pau'an with grin. "Come on, Caleb. Wake up"

"What?" Jedi frowned. Wake up? What did he mean? Suddenly he felt a slap in the face and opened his eyes. He lay on his bunk, in his cabin, which had now shared with Rakhesh. Pau'an stood over him with narrowed eyes.

"Jarrus, wake up" he snapped. He looked angry and sleepy "You're shaking the two beds! Sleep is impossible!"

Kanan then punched him in the nose. Rakhesh interceded his cartilage in the right place and threw himself at the Jedi. After a moment, they both were hitting each other like a drunk Wookies at the bar.

"What's going on here?!" Hera looked inside and immediately she withdrawn, because from the cabin flew out someone's shoe with a hard sole.

"Stay out of it!" two Force users roared and continue their fight. In the corridor was the rest of the crew, but nobody wanted them to stop. It's their private affairs.

"Garazeb, do something!" ordered Twi'lek with hands on her hips.

"I gamble two credits on the boss" It looked as Lasat didn't hear her.

"Three on a Baldy," said Ezra, who knew something about Rakhesh's fighting style.

"ZEB!" Hera roared with flames in her eyes. Two gamblers paled and Zeb quickly separated the combatants. Rakhesh was bleeding from the nose and had slashed cheek. Kanan had a black eye and a bleeding mark of Pau'an's toothing on the shoulder.

"Are ye crazy?" Hera asked with an ominous calm, then yelled, "IT'S SPACESHIP, NOT A FUCKING PUB!"

"Of course, miss Captain" Rakhesh smiled charmly, but Syndulla's glare shut him up.

"It was just little argument, nothing more" now Kanan tried to calm her "It won't happen again," Pau'an supported him with vigorously nod.

"That's great," the miss captain snarled sarcastically, "In a few hours we reach the Fulcrum's current headquarters. There we will discuss the details further action"

"Wonderfully," muttered Sabine.

"Another lost hour of life" Ezra supported her. Hera pulled them both by ears. Later, when Rakhesh and Kanan were alone in their cabin, they go to their beds.

"Why did you do this?" snapped Rakhesh with resentment. "Why did you attack me?"

"I don't trust you" Jedi stressed every word. Intentionally he used the pau'anian accent.

"You sound like you're trying to recite a poem with fishbone in the throat," Rakhesh laughed mockingly. "Spare me attempts of insult my people; it won't work"

Kanan snorted angrily and fell asleep. And Rakhesh smirked.