Chapter 11

A/N: So Sorry for the wait! Thank you to all my lovely, lovely fans!

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The look of shocks were cut short. Funny enough, just after the rebels, the Ezra, I should say, as he played the biggest helping hand in this whole operation, had gotten the gunmen down, was also the exact moment the guards decided to come into the courtyard, guns a-blazing.

Little late, guys. A for effort, though.

Kanan's eyes were pried from Ezra as his arms were wrenched behind his back by a guard. "Easy." Kanan growled from gritted teeth at the guard. "I'm helping him, we all are!" He yelled, addressing his crew, them too at their knees, than at the man who lay doubled over from a blaster wound. His stomach bled and his skin sizzled.

"Please.." Hera pleaded, arms in the air. Her stone cold face not wavering as the blaster was pressed harder into her back. "We have medical experience, we all do. We were all locked up without a charge, you know that! We're no danger!" Another groan from a prisoner filled all they're ears. "Let us help them." Hera said firmly.

Sabine's mouth was so dry at the sight of the courtyard. Six dead from what she counted and a dozen, at most, injured. People she could help. She sloshed around what little saliva she had left and felt her breath hitch as the pressure was removed from her back. There a no longer a blaster pressed to it. Three years, three years she spent in that Academy, and never, not once, had she ever seen any mercy. Not even when the youngest cadet was injured in training. A quick memory of him, the twelve year old kid, being shot in the head for a simple leg wound. 'The weak must be left behind.' Was all the instructor had said to the teens.
She started planning her escape that night.

Sabine had to remind herself that these were not Storm troopers. They were guards. They were men.

Dirty, cheating men living on a dirty, cheating planet.

A man, late twenties, stubble and a look about him that just tells you he's seen too much, raised a first to his men. "Stand down." He commanded the guards. Both Hera and Kanan's eyes fell to the man's arm. An orange plastic string was tied around his right upper arm. Kanan smirked. The Guard equivalent to a Storm troopers Orange shoulder pad.

Man, this place was on a budget!

"Come on, man." The guard behind Hera sighed. "If Bronka finds out-"

The guard picked up the wounded man who lay at Hera's knees. Bleeding from his side and leg, by the collar of his shirt, and brought his pained face inches from Hera's. "Can you save this man?" He asked, making a show of it, with the guards as they're audience.

Hera didn't know what the man was going to do, but this never crossed her mind. "Uh-" Her stone cold face was replaced with something that more closely resembled what the heck is this guy doing?

"Can you save this man?!" He demanded, this time harsher.

"Yes!" Hera yelled, stopping, calming her voice, and meeting the guard's eyes. "I can."

"There you have it." He said, dropping the man like he was nothing and looking back to his men. "These people can live. So who wants to make the call home? Who wants to tell buddy's wife," He said, kicking the wounded man, "That his eight months just got turned into life? Tell her it was 'cause you were afraid of what your boss might think."

Sabine let out a cool breath at the man's true words.

"Anyone who's not dead, hurt, and anyone who doesn't know how to help the dead or hurt, stand now." He barked.

Ezra still felt cold. His stomach felt icy, his mind raced and his hands shook. Something that was all too new and all too familiar. Sheer muscle memory made his knees straighten, forcing himself to stand. Along with him, eleven or so other men stood as well. "Get them out of here." He ordered.

Ezra was hustled out of the bloodied court yard as fast as his eyes met Kanan's.

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Ezra has just assumed he was being taken back to his cell, but he quickly realized that he was being lead down the wrong hallway. But before he could question anything, Ezra was being shoved into a small holding room. No, wait. Not a holding room, an interrogation room. And a room Ezra remembered all too well.
A memory came to Ezra of being brought into this very room the day he was arrested. Soaking wet from the rain, muddy from being slammed to the ground, bloody from the fall and sour from the blaster shot.

Hell of a night.

"You're in a whole heap of trouble, kid." The guard had said, smirking. Almost like this was the first interesting case he had gotten all day. "We've got sworn testimonies from almost every vender in the Lothal Market. You've racked up quite a bill." He had said, throwing the large file across the room and onto the small metal table that was bolted to the ground. "That's grand larceny, you know."

"Really?" Ezra had said, "You mean this isn't cheerleader tryouts?! Man, I'm going to be so late!"

"Funny." The guard said dryly. Thin man, lanky. Almost skinnier then the street rat but taller than him by two heads, at least. "Plus I hear your resisted arrest pretty well." He said, glancing over the papers."Chased you for seven blocks and injured two of our men." Thin black mustache, matching greasy hair. Quiet. Ezra studied the man.

"Only?" Ezra asked cockily. The guard ignored him.

"So let's just add on resisting arrest, right there with the grand larceny." He said, marking it down on the paper. This guy, this random guy, was the judge and the jury. "And let's not forget speaking out agents the Empire. There are at least thirty cases of you messing with our patrolling troops, kid." The guard said, shaking his head in disbelief and stifling a laugh. He almost seemed impressed.

Almost.

"Patrolling troops?" Ezra shot, "More like arresting anyone they please for 'treason'!" Ezra knew that this was probably the one time that he really shouldn't be running his mouth, but self control was not any young teenage boy's forté.

Again, he was ignored. "Messing with the Empire, that's disturbing the peace." He said calmly, not looking up from the papers in his hands. He spoke calm, cool, and detached. Just like he had done a hundred sentencing's today and is going to do a hundred more after Ezra leaves.

"There has to be peace to disturbed it." Ezra shot. Okay, that one he didn't ignore, socking Ezra in the gut, than looking back to the papers as if nothing had happened. Ezra grunted and doubled over in pain. But the man didn't seem to notice or care. Just like his words, it was like he had done it a hundred times today and a hundred after he leaves. "You're looking at a good five years here, kid." He laughed, shaking his head once more.

Just then the door opened, revelling a man, human, just shorter than the agent who had arrested him, but strong. Strong and fat. Large arms along with a pot belly is not a figure that Ezra had seen before… Or had he? The man had a dark brown, very short beard and a uniform which slightly differed from the other guards. When the others wore red t-shirts with grey army pants, black army boots and black armor covering their arms, shoulders and chest, this man's shirt was dark green.

"Hey, Bronka." Said the guard.

Bronka.

At the time Ezra would not know how important that name would be. "What are you doing down here? Just sentencing, nothing special." The guard, admittedly just trying to do his job and feed a family, smirked at Ezra. "I was just telling kiddy here, that he's looking at a good five years."

"Oh, five years?" Bronka cooed, sitting down across from Ezra, plastering a fake concerned look on his face. "Oh no, son. I'm afraid you're mistaken. You see, breaking into a federal prison? Well that's a life sentence right there."

"Hey, you can prove anything!" Ezra shot, arms still remaining across tightly across his chest. Trying to match the other guard's calm appearance, and failing. In fact, so was the guard… he looked just as confused as Ezra, just not as angry.

Ezra did not expect laughter. Cool, contained and cocky laughter. "You see a jury of your peers anywhere, kid?" He asked smoothly. The man- Bronka- leaned back in his chair, pot belly sticking out and staring at Ezra for a good couple of seconds, just soaking in the tension. This guy was loving it, every second. "You don't got no parents to bail you outta this, do ya kid?" There is a certain way someone sounds when they ask a question that they already know the answer to. So all knowing, as if you were talking to God himself and not liking what you were hearing.
Ezra said nothing, but broke stare before returning it once more. "No friends," Bronka continued. "Not a single person who's gonna miss you. More importantly, not a single person who's gonna notice you if you're gone."

Both Bronka and Ezra knew that every word he was saying was true.

Bronka looked back down at Ezra's file. As soon as the man's eyes dropped down, Ezra's blue ones darted towards the baffled guard. Try to save a kid, or try to feed his own? That was the question the man was now asking himself now, Ezra imagined.

Bronka gave a low whistle at the papers. "Trespassing on federal property, along with the list you've got going?" Bronka said, standing up from the table. A horrid metal chair against cement floor momentarily pierced Ezra's ears. Bronka's smile was gone. His voice had dropped an octave. "Give him death."

"B-but sir, tha- that's not fair, the files show-" The guard was pinned to a wall before he even finished his sentence.

"Did I stutter?" Bronka asked, his arm over the man's neck. Just a little more pressure…just a little more.

"Sir..." The man spluttered.

"Did. I. Stutter?" Bronka bit out.

"No…" The man rasped out just before the grip was removed. He gasped. "I…was just" the man gasped again, claiming the air. "Going to say, that he's only thirteen. You can lock him up and throw away the key all you want, but you go executing minors and there's gonna be an uproar." His kids, Ezra thought. Of course they won.

Bronka just smirked some more. "Looks like were gonna get to know each other real well then kid."

It was that moment that all of the dread inside of Ezra pooled into his stomach The moment he really knew how screwed he was. "Can't wait."

Ezra had just met the executioner.

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It all happened, right there. Ezra looked at the table he had sat at. The wall the guard was pinned to. The room where his fait had been sealed. "What are we doing here?" Ezra asked sharply to the guard that had shoved him into the room.

"Being held for questioning." The guard answered obviously.

"Questioning?!" Ezra gaped, "What'd I do now?"

The guard scoffed. "You didn't really think you could just attack a guard and get away with it."

For once in his life Ezra was at a loss for words. "I.. Wha-….That guard was shooting people!"

"That's not for me to decide." The guard said closing the door behind him.

"Hey!" Ezra yelled, pounding on the door. But it was too late. He was gone.

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"Force sensitive." Hera whispered to Kanan after a guard had passed, as she tightly wrapped the ripped fabric around the groaning prisoner's thigh. "He has to be!"

"I know." Kanan breathed, "I've known…" He said one more, even more under his breath and tightened the bandage around the man's side way too tight as he jumped up in surprise when Hera yelled "What?!"

The prisoner let out a sharp cry as Kanan whispered a quick apology. "I said I know!" Kanan said harsher, but quieted up as fast as he blurted it out when a guard harshly shushed him.

"Force sensitive." The guard who shushed Kanan laughed. "Let me tell you something, Jedi and unicorns go hand in hand!" The guard said, laughing again. He stopped when he heard the inmate groan in pain. Kanan quickly put pressure on the open wound.

The guard then crouched down to be at eye level with the rebels, and their patients. "What, uh, what's wrong with him anyways?" The man asked. As the man leaned down the two rebels read his name tag.

'REIDEZ'

"Blaster grazes." Kanan answered warily. This was the first time a guard had actually treated them like some type of human… and Twi'lek. "He didn't actually get hit, but man if they took some skin off." He said looking down at the groaning mans stomach. Long, red, oozing lines, three of them, burned the man's flesh. Smoke was still coming off of him. Thankfully he was human, as that was the anatomy Kanan was best at.
Kanan looked back up to the guard, gently placing two fingers lower down on the man's stomach. He was too much in pain to hear the conversation and Kanan wished he had something to give the man to numb it. "It's just a good thing it didn't hit him here."

"Why?" The guard- Reidez, asked, now intrigued.

"Because," Answered Hera, "that's the bowel. You get hit there, goes into your blood stream. Nothing anybody can do after that. The infection would spread too fast."

"Damn.." Reidez breathed, taking the inmates hand and giving it a squeeze. "Hang on, Dommel." Reidez said to the man. "I'll call your wife, tell her you're gonna be okay. Because you are." Now that threw the two off. This was no outer rim planet guard! "How do you know all a this?" He asked, getting up.

"We're your average prisoners." Kanan answered the man.

"Why do you treat us with such respect?" Hera asked.

The guard smiled. "Not your average guard. Well, that and this guy totally saved my skin a couple months back. Found my engagement ring."

"Reidez!" A guard from across the courtyard yelled. "Are you gonna flap your gums or get more bandages?!"

"Story for another day." He whispered with a wink, before running off. "Yes sir, Bronka!" He called back, mocking the man with the comparison and making a few guards chuckle.

"Watch it." The guard warned with a smile.

Looking around the courtyard really was a sight to see. Prisoners and guards, usually, heck, always at war, working together. Working alongside each other to help the wounded. About three had died since the 'medical team' had started. One of the guards and five of the wounded had already left the courtyard on some manmade stretchers they had thrown together. All they could do was make them stable enough to travel. Once they were, the guards loaded them up onto a transport, taking them to the closest hospital about eleven miles out of town. At that point, all they could do was pray that the men made the journey.

The Ghost crew, along with two other inmates who had medical experience and seven guards monitoring them (from a distance, thankfully) filled the courtyard. Some smoked, others offered cigarettes, water and much needed gauze to one another. It reminded Zeb of his time in the Honour Guard.

In his experience 'Quiet before the storm' never really was a thing. Just something soapy to say to make their stories more interesting. But this was it, the real thing. The quiet after the storm. Where your heartbeat's just starting to go down from the excitement, but you can still hear the ringing in your ears. Where both sides just shut the hell up for one second, and co-exist. Like the walls or the war, in that one moment, don't matter.

But it's just a trance. It doesn't last forever. Something woke them all up, and that was Sabine asking, "Hey, where'd they bring Dev anyways?"

Kanan was about to tell the young girl he was most likely taken back to his cell, when one of the guards spoke up. "He was taken in for questioning, just like the others."

"What?" Said Sabine in disbelief.

"Questioning?" Zeb repeated.

"For what?" Demanded Kanan, "He did nothing wrong!"

"Anytime a prisoner attacks a guard there has to be questionings." Answered the guard. "It's a strict protocol. Whiteness', there's a report, goes on your file. It's huge process. But let me tell you, as long as I've been here, anytime there's been a case like this, it's never worked out in the prisoners favour… If you know what I'm saying."

There it was. Trance broken. Everyone was once again reminded who was who.

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The lack of water was really starting to hit Ezra. He had been in the courtyard all day, working without water. All for mouthing off to Parksen….I mean, worth it but still. And then of course, the black eye he got for….kind of, maybe, sorta making fun of the guys wife….

"Man," Ezra admitted to the empty room. "I really did deserve that one."
Well, at least since Ezra was alone in the room that was about to seal his fate for the second time this lifetime (man he hated this room!) then at least he could try to figure out WHAT IN THE EMPOROR'S NAME JUST HAPPENED!

"I just threw a guy…with my mind!" He yelled. Sitting down after this nut-so morning, the adrenalin finally slowed down and logic began to seep back into the brain. "With. My. Mind! That's gotta be some…. Some-"

"Some Jedi trick." Bronka finished, entering the room.

Ezra jerked around as fast as he heard the familiar, taunting voice. "What are you getting at?" Ezra said quickly, forcing the fear out of his voice but, not in time for it not to tremble as he spoke. "I knew you were crazy, Bronka, but Jedi? Really? This is bad, been for you. All the Jedi were wiped out a long time ago, everyone knows that." Ezra finished, obviously.

Bronka walked slowly over to the table, freshly shinned army boots clicked agents the cold cement floor, the sound bouncing off of the matching stone walls. Bronka, ignoring Ezra's statement, pulled out one of the two chairs to the metal table. He pulling it out slowly, letting the grinding sound pierce both of their ears. "Lot of memories in this room, eh Dev?" The man asked, but never looked in his direction.

"Yea.." Ezra said casually, deciding to let the man talk. If he could just make it across the room! If he got his back to the door, feel the metal agents his back, Ezra was sure he could pick the lock! The only problem was then what?

Twenty guards would be on his back by the time Ezra took his first step out the door. Ezra knew it was never a real possibility. All that was left was to run his mouth. "Memories, or as I like to think of them, 'power hungry old guy kills orphan'. I should really get you a mug!"

"That's it." Bronka said, way too calmly. Bronka was never know as being a calm man. "That smart mouth is the reason I can't stand for you to be here any longer. You're the only one I couldn't break, Morgan. The only one. And let me tell you something, I can' have you walking around this prison for another year. You may not notice this but the others, they watch you. You're like…Like a message of Hope or something. I simply can't have it."

"Too bad, Bronka. You still got one more year, starting tomorrow. Can't kill me 'till I'm fifteen, nice try though. You're persistent, I'll give you that." Ezra smirked.

Once more, Bronka laughed. Cold, short, and not at all joyful. "Well that's where you're wrong, junior. Don't matter how old you are, you use your…your jedi mind powers to make a guard go bonkers, shoot up a prison. Having that kind of blood on your hands? Well, we can kill you, no questions asked. "

"What are you talking about?!" Ezra yelled, shooting up from the table, his chair falling behind him, hitting the floor with a crash. "That guy was nuts, all the prisoners, and your guards, saw it! You've got nothing, Bronka, nothing."

Ezra was oddly confident in times that he really shouldn't be.

Bronka just stood up from his chair and crouched down a bit to Ezra's height, enough to smell the morning Caf on his breath, and the alcohol that went with it, "And who do you think they're gonna vouch for?"

Ezra's face fell.

Bronka's laughed.

"You'll end up just like Blue by nightfall, kid. Just not as missed." The man, the cruel. cruel man said over his shoulder as he walked out of the room, the door sealing behind him, along with Ezra's fate.

The second dam time this room had ruined his life. Or more so, the man in it.

"All for fruit." Ezra mumbled.

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The sky was pink and orange by the time the crew and the other inmates finally finished bandaging the last man.

They weren't fixing anything, more as just making them stable enough to travel. As for Jarnus, the guards just scooped up his unconscious body ad took him to God knows where.

"You guys done?" One of the guard asked, as Zeb nodded, patting the fallen man gently on the shoulder as two guards picked him up on a creaky, man-made, last-minute gurney and took him off.

"Alright," Said a man standing next to Reidez. "I'm going to need you all to come with me for questioning. Now, since all the others were questioned about this hours ago, we'll just do you all at once so some of these guys can get home."

"What's there to question?!" Sabine said, still outraged. "That guy went nuts! End of story."

"It's just a protocol, girl. Nothing to worry about." The guard assured, pulling out the cuffs then stopping He sighed. "You know what, you just saved half of the people out here,"

"Over half." Kanan corrected.

"I think I can trust you not to try to escape on the ten feet it takes to get to the room, let's just go." He said tiredly, opening the door out of the court yard.

The crew warily followed. Something wasn't right.

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The crew was led to a small metal room with a tired looking, thin man with greasy black hair. The other inmates in the courtyard with them had been taken somewhere else, but no one really noticed.

"Hi, hello." He said boardly, not looking up for his clipboard and saying his sentences as if it was the millionth time today saying them. "You may notice you out number me, you may also notice that there are ten armed guards outside of this room. Try anything, you get shot. If your stories do not match up, you get shot. Understood, understood? Great." The man said blandly, as if he was a teacher doing a lecture to a bunch of middle scholars two weeks away from retirement.
"Now, can you tell me what happened in the courtyard?" He asked, finally looking up at the Ghost crew.

"Yes," Said Hera. "The guard, Jarnus I believe, lost it. He began shouting about how we didn't deserve to live. The next thing we knew, he pulled his weapon and began firing."

"You know," Said Sabine, "The same exact thing everyone else told you!"

"Is it true you saw the young inmate, Dev Morgan, push the guard back with his mind?" The guard asked.

"Yea…" Said Zeb, "We did, and he saved us all."

The guard lowered his pencil to check off the final box. "And lastly, do you believe that Morgan used his Jedi mind powers to drive the guard to do what he did?"

"What?!" The whole crew yelled, but Kanan was the first to beat them the punch. "He saved us, you're crazy! Besides, no way he's advanced enough to know how do something like that." Kanan shot. "Not liked I'd know…"

The guard just looked at them. They weren't the first to deny the clam. "Well, if you aren't sure, the prison, and it's fine guards, can make it worth your wild to… refresh your memory."

"This a bribe or something?!" Zeb shouted.

"Look man," Said the guard, finally sounding like he wasn't reciting a line. "I'm just doing my job here. But Bronka's already turned enough of the inmates around with bribes of seeing their kids. This kid's dying, tonight. We've got more than enough alibis to support that, so you might as well spew the same story and get something out of it."

"You can't do that!" Kanan screamed.

"Sorry buddy, it's done." The man said. "Doesn't matter though, the kid's just punching his card early."

"Oh, and what's that supposed to mean?!" Zeb yelled defensively, slightly surprising the crew with protectiveness for the kid.

"Kid's on death row, you didn't know that? They can't kill him 'till he's fifteen. Man, Bronka really hates that kid. He finally figured out a way to do it early."

The silence in the room was louder than the courtyard when Jarnus went crazy.

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Ezra was cuffed and lead down the hall back to his cell. The guard leading him joked about how Ezra had to 'kill time before they killed him.' Ezra didn't laugh.

The looks he got from the others in their cells were a mixture of guilt for turning on him, and hatred as word had gotten around the prison that the 'Jedi kid' had made a guard go nuts and kill all of these guys' friends.

It was a fifty fifty split of who thought what.

As Ezra passed Kanan's cell he didn't dare make eye contact with the man. He could still see the pity out of the corner of his eye, though.

Ezra was pushed back into his cell, and rubbed his soar wrists. He was to be killed at midnight. Ez didn't even have time to freak out though, because right after the doors closed behind him, they were opened again and Zeb was pushed in.

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The suns were now fully out of the sky, black and blue taking their place…. The same colour as Ezra's eye for mouthing off to Parksen.

Worth it.

"Hey!" Kanan yelled to a passing guard. "Hey!"

"What?" The guard barked.

Kanan looked at the man. "Tell Bronka I need to see him, now."

The guard then, instead of barking out words, barked out a laugh. "Yea, and what makes you think I'm gonna do that?"

Kanan's face remained straight. "Tell him I've got some Intel on that Empire he's so keen on."

The guard studied him for a while before continuing to make his rounds. The guard retuned ten minutes later and unlocked the cell. "You've got two minuets." He told the Jedi.

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"I'm gonna die!" Ezra said, passing back and forth in the cell as Zeb sat on the bottom bunk with his feet to the floor.

"Calm down, Dev." Said Zeb, "Now's not the time to freak out."

"What?!" Ezra yelled. "Now is the perfect time to freak out! I am about to die!"

"Dev, relax. Kanan will figure something out."

"Yea," Ezra scoffed, "Right!"

"Dev," Zeb said, but was interrupted.

"Stop calling me that!" Ezra said frustrated.

"What? Your name?" Zeb said, rolling his eyes.

"Dev's not my real name, it's an allies. That way if I ever did get out of this place they'd be searching for 'Dev Morgan' and not me."

"Dang…" Zeb breathed. "I shoulda thought a that..."

"What am I gonna do, Zeb?" Ezra asked. He hadn't felt this… this empty since he saw that man, face down on the street after getting mowed down by those troopers. Empty, hollow, and scared.

"I…I don't know kid…" Zeb admitted. Little did Ezra know that Zeb was feeling just as empty as him. "You, uh… You did good kid." Ezra just made short eye contact with him, and nodded, before his eyes fell back to the floor. "Hey, kid?" Zeb asked.

"Yea?"

"What is your real name?"

"it's-" Ezra said, but was cut off by the guard banging his gun agents the metal bars. Ezra's stomach dropped.

This was it.

"Good news, junior!" He said, "You ain't dying today."

"What?!" Both Ezra and Zeb yelled at the same time. "Why?" Ezra asked.

The guard just smiled. "Why don't you ask your boy Jurrus." He said before walking away.

Ezra, for once in his life at a loss for words, just turned to Zeb. Zeb gave a small and a relived laugh. "What'd I tell ya?" He smiled.

"Hey, Zeb?" Ezra asked, his face still 'deer in headlights' and Zeb's not being able to conical it's grin.

"Yea, kid?"

"Is it possible to get a heart attack at thirteen?'

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Earlier….

"This better be damn good, Jurrus, I've got a wife to get home to." Bronka barked from where he sat behind his desk, the inmate standing before him.

"Trust me," Kanan said. "You don't want to kill Dev Morgan."

Bronka scoffed. "Really now. And why is that?"

"Because." Said Kanan, "In exactly fifteen days and four hours from now, the Empire's storm troopers, agent Kallus and the 'Inquisitor'," Whoever that is Kanan thought, some sith of some kind. "Will be coming to collect me and my crew, correct?"

"Correct." Bronka bit out, half wanting to scream him out of the room, but also wanting to see what the young man was getting at.

"How mad do you think they'd be when they figure out that you killed a force sensitive kid?"

"Nice try, Jarrus." Said Bronka smoothly, "Empire hates those guys. Ever hear of Order 66? Once they learn that we rigged this galaxy of another one a them, they'll give this prison so many funds that we'll become this planet's economy."

Now it was Kanan's turn to smirk. "Not a kid." He said simply.

"What?" Bronka asked.

"Not. A. Kid." Kanan repeated slowly. "They find out you killed a force sensitive kid, and they'll kill you, your guards, and torch this place faster than you can say 'oops'."

"And what's so special about a kid?" Bronka asked, intrigued.

Kanan gave him a long stare. "There's still time to time to turn them." He said coldly, as a brief memory passes across his eyes from when a boy had turned at he Temple. "You kill a potential sith? You're putting yourself on death row."

You could cut the tension with a knife. A straight minuet passed before Bronka opened his mouth."Reidez!" Bronka yelled, as the door to the small office opened.

"Yea, Boss?" The young man asked, poking his head in.

Bronka spoke to the guard, but his eyes never left Kanan. "Cancel the midnight execution. Tell the men it's off."

Reidez looked to Kanan and smiled. "Yes sir, right away."

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A/N: So sorry for this long ass update! I tried to make the chapter very long to make up for it I hope you all liked it! J
Thank you all so much for making this the 11th most followed Star Wars Rebels story on the site!
Lots of love, and as usual, spaghetti is the best food ever! J ;)
Until next time!

-Azilia