It was pretty strange getting a hotel room with a knocked man on Kanan's shoulders. The bellhop almost had a heart attack, asking if Kanan needed any assistance, or if they should get a medical droid.

"No," Kanan said with a smile. "My friend just has a mild case of heat exhaustion. The best thing for him is some rest." Kanan carried Ezra up to a hotel room, shut the door behind him, and gently placed Ezra on a bed. "Sorry about this kid, but you'll be safer here."

Now, with this being Ezra, Kanan knew that simply tossing him on a bed would keep him in one place. He grabbed the rope that had held the curtains at bay, and tightly wound it around Ezra's wrists. He then took out a rag from his pocket, and safely placed it between Ezra's lips. A makeshift gag that could keep even the mouthiest guys quiet.

"Stay here," Kanan said. "I know you're gonna hate me when you wake up, but I'm only doing this for your own good."

However Ezra felt about Kanan paled in comparison to how badly Kanan wanted Ezra to remain safe. From a distant future or not, this was still Ezra. Kanan gazed down at the scar on his sleeping padawan's face. One thing was for sure, if Kanan ever found the Inquisitor that gave Ezra that scar, he'd make sure the guy paid. Ten fold.

With Ezra nice and secure, Kanan left the room, and paid the hotel double to make sure his "friend" wasn't disturb for any reason.

Kanan felt bad, he didn't want to dump Ezra in some hotel (and tie his hands so he couldn't escape) but what choice did he have? The kid needed rest. He needed stability. He needed someplace where he could let those emotions go, and heading into an armed based swarming with troopers wouldn't help matters. It was the best call for both of them. Ezra would get some rest, and Kanan could take out that weapon. No harm done to anyone.

The sun was still high as Kanan made his way to the east. If those Troopers said was to be trusted there was something big going on. And that combined with Ezra's rumors from the future had to mean something.

"Just make it to the East," Kanan said, "For both our sakes."

According to the intel, that new site wasn't too far from the bar (which is why the Storm Troopers were locals there). The building looked like a cube, Kanan couldn't even see the door from his vantage point. The place was guarded with white armored Storm Troopers. The Storm Troopers from the bar had told Kanan this was just a Lothal project, meant to improve the lives of the citizens. But Kanan had heard that one before. How exactly did this place go unnoticed for so long? You would think some locals would get a little suspicious. Well, that was the power of fear. It could keep everyone quiet if the threat was high enough.

"Alright." Kanan looked over to the side, and noticed a lone Trooper making his rounds. It was a simple matter to sneak behind him, knock him out and take his armor. Hell, even Ezra was a little harder to take out then this guy.

Kanan placed his helmet on his head, effectively hiding his grin, and marched ahead. Past the formations of Troopers and into the door way that was almost hidden to everyone. He entered through, and almost felt his jaw drop to the floor. The place was easily the side of The Ghost, multiplied by a thousand. Kanan could even hear footsteps echoing through the halls from the third floor. Wow, when the Empire does something big, they really mean to do something big.

He gazed, but tried not to look to out of place. He was supposed to be a Trooper, this kind of thing was just routine for him. He shifted his helmet, and walked down the hallway.

"Hey, hold on."

Kanan turned his head and gawked at the tall Trooper who now stood at his side.

"Uh…" Kanan began, "Is something wrong sir?" There was no way he could have gotten caught this early.

"Yeah," The Trooper leaned in close enough to hear Kanan's heartbeat. Did these guys not believe in personal space? "Your ID number soldier. What is it?"

Great…here we go again. Kanan could have simply charmed his way out of this situation. Perhaps make up some excuse as to why he couldn't remember it. He hit his head and was having trouble getting himself oriented. He was dealing with a family crisis and his emotions were running everywhere. It was his first day here and he didn't have all of his regulations memorized yet.

But all of that would take too long.

Kanan waved his hands against the Storm Trooper's face. "You know who I am," Kanan said in a low drawl. He felt the force melt from his mind and into the Troopers. A simple Jedi mind trick works in the trickiest of spots.

"I know who you are," The trooper repeated.

"And you want to take me to the weapon," Kanan said.

"And I want to take you to the weapon," The Trooper repeated.

The trooper walked past Kanan and gestured for him to follow.

"You're the boss." Kanan said.

The two walked down hallway after hallway. Passed door after door. Each room seemed to be filled with more and more information on whatever it was the Empire was building. Data sheets, information graphs, energy signatures that seemed to fluctuate wildly every hour. This had to be the place.

"Soo…are we there yet?" Kanan asked. He could tell the place was large, but he didn't expect to be walking for so long.

"Almost," The Trooper said as they walked into another large room. Filled with artillery and blaster rifles.

Kanan stopped, "This is where you guys store your weapon?"

The Trooper turned and backed away. "No…this is where we capture our enemies."

And as if on cue, the room was surrounded with white armored soldiers. Guns pointed squarely at Kanan's chest.

"W-what?" Kanan looked around, his eyes confused and his heart pounding. What happened? H-how could this guy resist the Jedi mind trick?

"Kallus told us there might be rebel Jedi on Lothal, so he made sure each Trooper was equipped to resist that stupid mind trick," the Trooper said. "Put your hands up, and surrender. Agent Kallus has a few questions for you, Jedi."

It was a trap. A well planned out one, and even with Kanan's Jedi training, there was no way he'd be able to get out of this in one piece. Not with all those blaster barrels itching to unload in his chest. There wasn't anything he could do.

Karabast.