A/N: Alright, like I promised, within 24 hours of some correctly guessing the reference you would get this chapter, and I had two people correctly guess is it.

Congratulations to Kid-N7 and Wind Paradox (who seems to be making a carrier of winning these contests), both of whom correctly guessed the reference the new soldier's is a reference to Gregor Clegane from A song of Ice and Fire and the TV series adaptation Game of Thrones, also known as "The Mountain that Rides" do to his huge size. Be on the lookout for their characters within the next few chapters.

I'd also like to make a mini contest out of this as well, this character needs a proper given name, I can't keep calling him "The Mountain" or "Tave Kruva", well I could but it will get kind of awkward. So here's the mini contest, give me a list of names for him, I don't want to call him Gregor for obvious reasons, and I'd like for him to have a name.

I'd also like to take submissions for names for the Inquisitors as well, for similar reasons, names will be easier to write.

You can submit as many as you want, and If I pick one of your suggestions, the same deal as the last chapter goes, I'll included one of your OC's. I've got a lot of open spots I can fill with OC's. So the way this could work we could have one winner, or as many as four, so submit as many names as you want to increase your chances.

If interested include the following data.

Name:

Age:

Race:

Occupation:

Skills:

Weapons:

Personality:

Short character history:

Now this one is different because it's me judging the names rather some correct answer so try to come up with some good ones!

Well enough of that, onto the story

Disclaimer: Star Wars is owned by Disney and LucasFilm.

Chapter 12

"Just arrived my foot." Tyber grumbled to himself, there was no way reinforcements arrived that quickly from outside the system, they had to of been waiting somewhere close by. He didn't know what that meant in a larger sense, but he knew it meant they had somehow snuck into the system without his knowledge.

That however didn't concern him as much as the fact he was now escorting the Imperial equivalent of a hit squad right to where he had sent the Rebels to find his cure. If an Imperial Star Destroyer appear in orbit didn't cause them to scuttle, the presence of three Inquisitors and there now murder machine would certainly distract them from what he needed them to do.

Tyber didn't know if they were onto him or not, but in the end it didn't matter, he'd have to delay them as much as he could, but he couldn't do it in an obvious manner, engine problems would make the most sense, he could delay them for a few days with that, but if they decided to just take a smaller ship, there wasn't much he could so to stop them. No, he needed a more… aggressive delay to keep them from their destination.

Walking to his command console, he activated it, he needed to make a call.

"So does it talk?" The Fifth brother sneered at the new comer.

"He can, but doesn't really care to." The Grand Inquisitor responded in a dead pan tone.

"He looks about as clever as piece of stone, guess his name makes sense." The Fifth brother said in a whisper that was clearly meant to be heard by Tave Kruva.

The man in the armor slowly turned his head to look at the Fifth Brother, causing the Seventh Sister to make a comment.

"Awww, I think you hurt his feelings." She said in a mocking tone.

"I just don't want this thing slowing us down, it's big and clunky, now way we're going to be able to move undetected with that thing!"

"Why don't you test him then, if you can kill him then their no point bringing him along is there?" She responded in a half-mocking, half serious tone. The Fifth brother mocking anyone for lack of grace or stealth was the pot calling the kettle black in her opinion, he was a brute in every sense of the word, his fighting technique was little better than the creature they had fought on the Shadow of Intent.

Glancing at the Grand Inquisitor however, she saw on his face he had no intention of stopping a fight.

The Brother looked from the Seventh Sister, to the Grand Inquisitor to the Tave Kruva, and smirked and ignited his double bladed light saber.

Tave Kruva didn't say anything but pulled the huge vibroblade off his back.

The Seventh Sister and Grand Inquisitor stepped back to let the two have at it.

The Fifth Brother smirked "Do you know who I am?" the confidence in his voice flowing out in waves.

IT was then that all three Inquisitors heard Tave Kruva spoke for the first time "Some dead man." A deep rumbling voice came from the helmet and lunged forward with far greater speed than someone his size should have been able to move at.

Quicker than expected but still not quick enough to catch the Fifth Brother off guard. He side stepped the huge swung and brought his blade onto the giants back, only to find it deflect of the new armor.

This was enough time for Tave Kruva to back swing his blade and this time, the Fifth Brother barely managed to dodge it, the blade humming less than an inch past his stomach.

This wasn't going at all like he expected.

The Seventh Sister smirked as she saw her companions lightsaber deflect off his opponent's armor. He never did pay attention to the details, that armor was the same as the mask and blade of JV-Fr13, it wouldn't be so easy to pierce.

Now his favored method of attack, overpowering his opponents was far less likely to work now, given the size of Tave Kruva. "Tave Kruva", an appropriate name "The Mountain" indeed.

The vibroblade connected with the lightsaber, casuing sparks to fly and The Fifth Brother was forced back.

The commotion was attracting the attention of the crew in the hanger and troopers and crew workers were gathering around in a circle to watch the match.

The Fifth Brother was forced on the defensive now, he wasn't used to being overpowered and was forced to used acrobatics he wasn't extremely comfortable doing.

"The Mountain" on the other hand was moving with deliberate ferocity, his swing wide and powerful, not extremely swift, but the length of the blade kept the Inquisitor at bay.

Then the fight turned nasty, just as The Fifth Brother doged another swing of the massive vibroblade, a Stormtrooper who had gotten to close lost his hand to "The Mountain" and started screaming in agony.

"Shut Up!" Kruva shouted and took the top of the Troopers head off with another massive swing, going through his helmet like it was not even there.

"Such a violent disregard for like." The Seventh Sister whispered to herself, biting her lower lip, trying to hide a smile.

This distraction however was not missed by the Fifth Brother. Reaching out with the force he grabbed the gigantic vibroblade and yanked it out of the distracted giant's hand.

The confused Tave Kruva for a moment, but he didn't have time to think as he was suddenly lifted into the air and slammed onto the ground by an invisible force.

Flat on his back, Kruva stopped moving.

The Seventh Sister's smile turned into a frown that was rather anti-climactic, he didn't put up much a show against a force user did he?

The Fifth Brother approached his downed opponent, a smirk creasing his brutal looking face. Walking next to the giant, he point the tip of his lightsaber into the helmet's visor, less than an inch away.

"You give up giant? Or should I finish you now?"

Tave Kruva didn't respond with word, but quick as a snake, his right arm lashed out, taking the Fifth brother legs out from under him, sending him to the ground.

Before he could gather himself, a massive armored hand clasped around his throat pulling him close. Beofre he could even try to bring his lightsaber to strike his opponent, another larger armored fist struck him squarely in the jaw, sending blood and teeth flying.

The Grand Inquisitor looked on dispassionately as "The Mountain" flipped himself over on top the Fifth Brother, placing both hands on his head, and while he couldn't see what he was doing, the Fifth Brother screams of pain made it pretty clear what was happening.

Glancing to the Seventh Sister, he noticed a face that expressed shock, fear, and more than little excitement.

Several troopers looked like they wanted to pull the giant off the Inquisitor but a quick look at the Grand Inquisitor, made them back off.

With a sickening wet sounding crunch that almost sounded like a ball bursting the screams stopped.

The Ghost

The planet Dathomir looked foreboding to Kanan. The force was strong on this world, he could feel it from here. The Dark side was present as well, not completely dominate, but it held more sway than the Light did. He didn't think it was wise to bring Ezra here, he was already struggling with the lure of the Dark Side, but it wasn't fair to him to not let him come, his life was in the balance, and what was more he felt Ezra needed to in some way make up for his actions, to make amends in some way for the problem he has inadvertently caused.

As of now, they were waiting for contact from Zann's contact on the planet, an unknown person Kanan already didn't trust despite knowing nothing about him or her. But any association with Tyber Zann was enough to make Kanan distrustful of someone.

As if on cue, the comm-channel opened and a deep, cool and vaguely familiar voice came through the comm-system.

"Ghost, this is your Zann Consortium contact, proceed to following coordinates and wait for further instructions." And with that the voice cut out.

Everyone was gathered in the sitting room, and Kanan had never thought he's seen his team more miserable. Ezra and Sabine looked perpetually exhausted, Zeb had never looked so grim and Hera looked as lost as he had ever seen her. Dral was the only one who looked even remotely like what Kanan had thought looked like his usual self, but he didn't know if that good or bad. He supposed his lack of attachment to the crew might be a factor, but Kanan thought it might be closer to the fact that Dral was constantly teetering on some sort of mental or emotional break.

"Look, we got the message from Zann's contact." Kanan started as best he could, but he wasn't sure how to proceed with what needed to be said. "I know emotions are running high, but we need to a united group here, we're dealing with a dangerous criminal element on an even more hostile planet, we can't be sniping at each other or hold things in."

"We need to clear the air, and I know…we've all received some terrible news these past few days, and…" his voice trailed off as he looked at Sabine, who was the one who had been hit the hardest by all this, but he continued "We don't need to go over it, we all know what's happened and what we need to do, but we have to be a cohesive unit here, we can get distracted or side tracked with other issues, this is life or death."

No one responded, and Kanan took their silence as confirmation of their understanding. "Hera, get ready to take us down."

Dral didn't need more than five seconds on the planet's surface to know he didn't like it here. The planet felt hostile and primitive, he was no force user, but it was clear this planet was not nearly as developed as other worlds he was on. He was willing to bet it was do both the Republic and CIS had no influence on this planet, beyond having some conflicts here and the Empire still didn't have a foot hold here. He didn't know if it was due to the planet lacking something they wanted, or the rumors of the incredibly fierce native populations. The truth was probably somewhere in between, anything this planet had wasn't worth the effort to take, or at least not yet any way.

He was trailing behind the rest of the crew and was extremely reluctant to venture far from the ship, but he knew that was where this whole ordeal was leading eventually, but at least they would have a guide when they did.

Dral suddenly felt the hair on the back of his neck stand on end, and suddenly felt like he was being watched. Wiping out his blaster, he spun on his heels, and was meet but a humming blade that severed his blaster in two, and taking his first two fingers with it.

Ezra didn't know if he heard the hum of the vibroblade first or Dral's scream of pain and anger, but in unison with the rest of the Ghost crew they all had their weapons trained on what looked like an actual ghost.

It took Ezra moment to realize that it was just a fading personal cloak fading, and before them stood Urai Fen, his two large blades held in his hand, one strekwed with blood, standing a kneeling Dral who cradled his bleeding hand.

"Welcome to Dathomir Rebels." He said in his cool collected voice, not even addressing he just cut off a man's fingers. Dral, still muttering curses to himself as he pulled out a piece of fabric to wrap his hand in, glared at the Consortiums second in command.

Ezra should have guessed, that last time they had encountered Urai, it was clear he was Zann's number two and the only being in the galaxy the crime lord trusted.

Kanan spoke up first "Get away from him." He gestured at Dral with the hand not hold his blaster, "and start to get to the point, we're not exactly in the mood for games."

Urai obliged, but looked so calm, you wouldn't think he had half a dozen blasters point at him.

"You come for the cure, and I will lead you to it, however, this is not going to be as easy as you seem to think it is."

All Ezra could think was "Great, another set of trials or a maze to run through to get what we need."

However Kanan spoke next "Explain, and quick."

Urai's avian eye appraised Kanan, then slowly went over the rest of the crew before finally landing on Ezra, and for a moment, Ezra felt like a cold wind was blowing overhim, despite the fact it was extremely warm here.

"I trust you are familiar with the Witchs of Dathomir?"

A slight gaze of confusion crossed all their faces, everyone except Kanan.

"The CIS wiped them out during the Clone Wars, their gone" was all Kanan said.

"No, they destroyed a Night Sister Clan, but the Witches of Dathomir are still here Jedi, and we will need to convince them to trade their secret to us if your friends are to survive."

"Wait!" Zeb spoke up, "isn't is just a plant or somthin'? What secret would we need?"

"No, it is in fact a brew, made from several components, the location of which are not known to outsiders, and the procedure is a well-kept secret. The Witch's of this tribe have been known to offer this brew to outsiders, but not easily, we must go now, and we don't have much time."

With that Urai turned and started to walk in what was apparently the direction of the village.

Sabine couldn't believe Dral's luck, or lack of it. He just kept losing pieces of himself, she watched his back as he continued to grumble to himself. She already felt bad for him, given everything that already happened to him, but she didn't think she'd be able to talk to him right now, for one she didn't really want to talk to anyone, two Dral was clearly not in the mood to talk.

Instead she honed in conversation between Kanan and Urai. Kanan was trying to pick all information he could from Urai and the Consortium lieutenant was surprisingly willing to divulge.

"The brew is used for witches who immune systems are failing or weakened, either through diseases or age, although sometimes are rare genetic disorder's it is sometimes used to cure."

Well that piece of information, was encouraging, at least it seemed to track with what they needed. But Urai had said they weren't willing to just give it out to outsiders. They needed to be tested, part by the Witchs themselves, then in part by gathering the ingredients themselves.

But Urai had mentioned that actually taking the brew would cause the taker to go through a long period of hallucinations, lasting as long as a day in some cases, as the body's natural immune system was reset and strengthen.

But what was scaring her most was the fact that many of the ingredients were toxin on their own, and if not prepared properly.

She also started to wonder how he managed to gather all this information. He either spent a great deal of time spying on this tribe, or had developed some sort of relationship with the.

Given the pieces of information she had picked up from Urai, the spying aspects seemed more likely, the witches were apparently no overtly friendly of outsiders, what's more is men were trusted even less.

"I suggest you let your pilot do the talking once we arrive, they will listen to a woman more readily than a man, and you need to keep them as open as possible to your plight."

Sabine couldn't help but notice Urai kept talking as if they were the only ones in need of this cure. He was acting like Tyber didn't need it as well, and maybe that was intentional, to keep them thinking in terms of themselves rather than what might help Tyber.

He proably knew that at best if any one of them meet Tyber again they'd try to shoot him on sight, and didn't want them distracted from the task at hand.

As they approached a forested area, Urai made straight for an earth path that lead into the depth of the forest.

"Stay on the trail, if they think you are trying to sneak up on them or lurking on their lands, they may kill you on site. We must approach as honest travelers, that is the only way the will be open to listen

In her life Sabine had seen her fair share of wilderness, but this forest just seem…. The best way she could describe it was older than any other wilderness area she had ever been, it almost felt like it was alive, and not in the sense of a normal forest, more like it was one living entity, and she felt a sudden sense of dread overcome her as a chill ran down her spine.

She was so keyed up that, she nearly screamed when she felt a hand on her shoulder.

Dral felt Sabine jump a little on as his hand fell on her shoulder, and he couldn't blame her, this planet was creepy.

"Sabine, I need to ask you somthin', can ya talk while we walk?"

He could tell she wanted to say no, but also knew she knew that it really wasn't an option to say no, if he wanted to talk, he'd do it anyway.

She didn't say anything, just shrugged and followed the others as they traveled into the forest. He took that as a "yes".

"Alright, look I understand that there are risk's in every job, and especially as a bounty hunter, well, the risks are naturally higher, but I keep losing stuff around you people, first my ship and most of my equipment, then my eye and now." He help up his hand with the two missing fingers. "I hate to be this guy, but are you people gonna make this right, I know you promised a substantial reward for the work I did, but I'd settle for a new eye and pair of fingers at this point." And he meant it to, he wasn't sure how much longer he'd live if he stuck around with a group of individuals that routinely were hunted by supernatural killers.

"Are you serious? You don't think this can wait until we're done here?" Sabine said in as much of a whisper she could manage, trying desperately not to blow up.

"Yeah, I'm serious, you people are bad for my health, I might not last much longer around you." And he found that this statement made his stomach turn a bit. He knew it was true, but he had found himself beginning to actually grow somewhat fond of this group of misfits, even Ezra, as annoying as the little turd could be sometimes. But he had to look out for himself, no one else would.

"Dral, I'm sorry about…everything, but we didn't do it to you!" Sabine's voice was rising, and she caught herself and brought her voice back down. "We made a promise to you, and we'll give you what we promised, but right now, we have to get this done. After that you won't have to see us again."

"After that you won't have to see us again." The phrase made Sabine feel like the bottom had fallen out of her stomach. Never seeing Dral again suddenly didn't seem like something to look forward to. To her, she did not think he should be alone. He was emotionally unstable and apparently never sought help for his own issues, and she was certain if he was left alone in the galaxy, he's be dead before long, and that made her stomach sink even more..

Her voice softened as she spoke again "Look Dral, I don't think you should be on your own okay? I know you've been having a rough patch." he snorted at this understatement "but what have you got out there? Another job for some crime lord or the Empire? IF you stayed with us, well you could at least get back at the Empire."

Dral smirked at this and she didn't know if she liked the look on his face "You aren't just trying to get me to stick around because of my charming good looks now are ya?"

Sabine couldn't help but gasp out a short laugh, she didn't consider Dral ugly, but his bronzium teeth, prematurely aged face and the first signs of the receding hair did not make what Sabine would consider "charming good looks." But she knew what he was doing, he was deflecting, or trying to, to avoid what she had said.

"I'm serious Dral, you could help make some difference against Empire if you stay with the Rebellion, maybe even get back at Kallus or Zann if you stick around."

That seemed to give him some time to think, but he just shrugged and said "Maybe."

"We've arrived." She heard Urai's voice come from the front of the group, and looking forward she saw several witches coming forward.

As per Urai instructions Hera stepped forowrd to address the group.

Before she could speak however the Dathomiri woman is front spoke first "Welcome travelers, to the Singing Mountain clan, what may I ask brings you here?"

Her voice was pleasant and welcoming, but it still range with suspicion and wariness.

"I am Hera Syndulla, and these are my companions, we wish to speak with your leader, we need your help and it's a matter of life and death."

A/N: Okay there you have it, a bit of a cliffhanger. Next Chapter will go back the Tyber and Inquisitors and the results of the Fifth Brother's dual with "The Mountain."

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