Author note:This, this is the start. This is a two chapter run, with a third as a sequel that stands on its own. This is what I've been warning ya all about. I've been WAITING on this! Oh gosh how I've waited. It ends on a cliffhanger even! All the fluff has lead to this! There will be blood, there will be Ezra screaming and I am so proud at myself XD ...yeah no really, I am, I worked hard on this. Just a warning, this chapter may squeak some out, so be careful if you're sensitive.
Working with Commander Sato was always interesting if a bit straining since the other didn't quite seem to know what to make of Ezra, though he was learning to trust the young padawan it from their mission to find the missing Rebel squadron. Or so Ezra assumed since he appeared to listen when Ezra spoke.
But nothing could go according to plans even working with the larger rebellion that they were now a part of, and once again they got captured.
Him, Commander Sato and a small team that Sato had been leading on the supply run to the Outer Rim planet. By now they knew that the transmission had been rigged by the Empire and there had been no people that needed saving but at the time they had fully believed it until they were captured and brought on board the Star Destroyer.
This time however the man at the helm didn't underestimate 'Jabba' and sent him straight to the interrogation cell, separating him from Sato and the rest.
Annoyances warred with unease as he struggled to get out only to flop back when the door slid open to reveal the Imperial officer standing there but instead of a interrogation droid, a man in white was standing right behind him, limping as he stepped in.
In his hands he had a jar of something that was twitching and Ezra narrowed his eyes. Before he could focus to much on it the officer spoke.
"Agent Kallus has been rather clear in us not underestimating you, after all the ships you've been on that has meet with a...unfortunate end, I'm inclined to believe him." The officer drawled, sunken eyes staring at Ezra as he kept his arms behind his back.
"Good on you, you're marginally more clever then the rest." Ezra snorted. "Want a medal for that?"
"No. But I would like your silence. As it is we are still under orders to keep you alive...for now. Until the Inquisitors can come and retrieve you. But that doesn't mean in one piece." He gestured and the interrogation bed leveled until Ezra was laying, growling a bit in unease.
"And interrogation droids are not the only ones to get results...though this is still highly experimental." He smirked at Ezra.
"Yes, yes, very experimental, not yet tested in fact, to few Force sensitive for it." Ezra looked to the man in white, his face growing a frown as he watched him prepare scalpels. Several more straps came down around his legs and upper body, leaving his stomach area exposed as the doctor cut it open.
His pulse rose. "What are you doing!" He snapped, looking back at the officer when he spoke.
"Getting results." There was a twisted note of satisfaction in his voice. "Doctor, proceed."
The viroscalpel touched flesh and Ezra groaned in pain, his whole body tensing up, eyes wide as he felt himself being sliced open, was he screaming? He must be, he could taste blood in his mouth. First light he had forgotten how much being opened up hurt, especially without being drugged first!
His thick breathing echoed of the halls as the doctor peeled a flap of his skin away enough to peer in, Ezra managing to glance down while gritting his teeth, air flowing between them and his lips as he did.
"Ah yes, good, good, it will fit nicely in right here." The doctor crooned, sounding way to pleased with himself for Ezra's sake. He was certainly not pleased with the way he could peer into his own body.
"Ah, a missing kidney? Oh well no bother." The Doctor hummed then seemed to make a note of it for the Imperial records. Why Ezra had no idea as the doctor reached for the jar.
And then he lost all moisture to his mouth, staring at it. There was something metallic in that jar but it was moving, twitching as if alive and it felt WRONG, wrong on so many levels Ezra couldn't even start to identify.
"This is a little thing I've been working on." He sounded to pleased, talking as if just to hear himself. Perhaps locked away to long on his own with only himself to keep company and therefor needing to fill the space with his own voice. "Yes, yes, this will do nicely, now lets get you into a new home little one..."
Ezra watched him open the jar and use a tweezers to pick up the squirming thing while cooing at it. It reminded him of a worm and then the man placed it inside Ezra. "Yes, yes, good, good it will make its home there. Now lets get you closed up so it won't just slip out. Ooooh this is going to be interesting."
Ezra groaned as the doctor cauterized the wound shut, sealing Ezra up as if he was just a breached ship hull and the smell of burning flesh was rather nauseating. 'Breath in through the nose, out through the mouth...Ezra breath...just...just...breath...'
It came crashing down as something MOVED within him and Ezra's eyes widened, feeling how it wiggled inside him before a small pinprick of pain went through his spine. "Ah..."
"Ah yes! It seems to have latched on! Wonderful, wonderful. By now it should be burrowing its way in." The doctor dropped the tool on the tray, clapping his hands together in almost childish glee.
Ezra body spasmed in the straps, eyes wide as he stared up at the ceiling. And then he groaned louder in pain.
"Ah yes, there we go. Make yourself nice and homey little one."
"Shut...up..." Ezra hissed, his focus wavering as he was slowly straightened up on the board. The moment his body was the right way the pain latched through his body like a hot iron poker rammed through his spine. "What did you...do to me!" He hissed, glaring at the scientist, his whole body jerking with every sensation going through his body.
He was hot yet cold, he was sweating and he was shaking, his whole body felt like it was being pulled yet squeezed at the same time, ever sensation and sound to loud for him to really handle yet being forced to at the same time.
"Oh, oh just a little specially engineered bug of mine. I never thought I'd get to test it! Its designed for Force sensitive and the Empire is more inclined to training them under their own feet then giving them to me. But you...oh what they don't know won't hurt them and after the death of the Grand Inquisitor so many are gunning after your head." The man licked his lips, staring at Ezra. "By now it should have latched onto every nerve and sensation in your body, burrowing through your very being, it feeds of the Force and is going to turn it into a poison for your own body. It will Most likely not kill you." He gleefully clapped his hands together. "I can't wait to see how it will effect you!"
"Throw him in with the others and set up a monitor droid, you have other duties to attend to in the meantime." The Imperial officer snorted as the doctor pouted. "Yes sir. Lucky droid..."
"As for you..." He looked at Ezra, smirking a bit. "Perhaps a few hours with that inside you will make you cooperate with us." He turned to the stormtroopers. "Corporal, take him to the cell with the others and keep them all under triple guard." One of them saluted. His reply however was lost in Ezra's scream of pain, the medical instruments on the table beside the table suddenly hitting the walls as he did, a pulse of pain going through everyone in their level of the ship.
"Oh good, good, I'm glad I got to witness this!" The doctor recovered quicker then most. "A loss of control, I'll have to write this down."
"I...get him in the cell with the others, now." The officer demanded, Ezra's breathing echoing in the suddenly quiet room.
"Y-Yes sir!"
Ezra barely registered being unstrapped though when he was dragged of the table and his arms cuffed behind his back, he could feel the thing on his inside jerk. He screamed again, another pulse rattling the medical instruments on the ground before he spat out blood, coating the white armor of the stormtrooper in front of him, some of it dribbling down his chin.
Ezra's brain was spinning, his whole body concentrated on what was inside of him. He couldn't focus on anything else but the parasite inside of him, moving, burrowing, GROWING inside him. He barely noted that the stormtroopers were actually handling him carefully, not wanting to trigger another pulse of the Force.
He was to busy trying to keep his mind and his stomach in control.
Another spike of pain went from his stomach to his brain. Ezra's knees buckled under him as he threw up over the durasteel beneath him, absently hearing a yell before pain blossomed across his temple and he fell blissfully unconscious.
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"Commander, what WAS that?" Sato looked to the group he had been captured with. "I...do not know. Whatever it was, it was not something good." He frowned, slowly placing his arms behind his back to consider options.
As far as he knew they managed to get the rescue signal of in time. And he knew that the Ghost crew always paid close attention to any mission their youngest member went on, if no one else came then they would at the very least, they had already proved many times capable of being a rescue team, with or without sanction.
But that pulse...the pulse of pain and wrongness...it clung to him in a unpleasant manner, like walking through a swamp.
He was broken from his thoughts as the door slid open to reveal two stormtroopers and...
"Ezra..."
The stormtrooper threw the teenager into the cell, two of the rebel troopers catching the teen before he hit the durasteel and then a droid with several optics for recording purpose following in. "If I were you, I'd keep that kid unconscious for your own sake." The stormtrooper said before the door shut.
Sato frowned. "Wha-"
"Sir! He doesn't look good." Sato turned quickly and knelt down where the two had placed Ezra, noting the cut open lower part of the flightsuit and the cauterized wound on the teens scarred stomach, blood coated the teens chin and lips and he had a large red bump on his right side temple. His arms were securely tied back with a pair of handcuffs.
"...Ezra?" He reached out, carefully tapping the padawans clammy cheeks with a deeper frown, slipping two fingers to the neck to check his pulse. He noted how hot the other felt, a sharply rising fever, along with a torrent of a beating heart in Ezra. "Ezra, open your eyes." He tapped again, giving a relieved sigh when dazed blue eyes opened.
"...Co...mmand...er...Sato?" He panted out, blood staining his teeth as he shivered.
"Yes, yes good, you recognize me. You are a mess, what did they do to you?" He carefully touched the padawan's cauterized wound. "What did they do?"
The touch however triggered a convulsion and then a flash of pain going through everyone in the cell, the lights flickering as Ezra's spine snapped up in a unnatural angle. "Get it out! Get it out of me!" He cried out in panic before screaming in pain, another flash going through the cell before Ezra dropped sharply, giving a cough that bought fresh blood up, his breathing rushed and shallow in the small cell.
"Ezra! What did they put in you?" Sato quickly started to unbutton his coat, leaving him in his undershirt and placed it over the shivering teen.
"A thing! It moves, its not organic but it moves!" Ezra dazed eyes stared up at the ceiling before focusing sharply on Sato. "Get it out of me Commander, please get it out of me get it out of me get it out of me..." He dissolved into a chanting of the same words.
Get it out of me.
Sato frowned. "Ezra, we can't, we have nothing here to get this out of you, whatever it is and attempting to remove it here may kill you..." He whispered to the teen. Ezra choked on his own words then he started to sob, rolling onto his side underneath the coat and curling his knees up to his stomach, his small shape reminding everyone sharply just how young the padawan was. It was suddenly clear why the rest of the Ghost crew had been protecting him so sharply.
Among all of Ezra's wonderful qualities and skills, he was still the youngest of them, still a child in their eyes.
Sato shifted until he could pull the teens head into his lap, like he had seen the Jedi done when the Lasat had gotten to overeager in sparring and slammed the teen over the head a bit to hard, Ezra not managing to block it.
"They'll come for us. They'll come for YOU Ezra. You just need to have faith in them. Kanan will come for you." He murmured, eyeing the paleness overtaking the tan skin as he cleaned the blood of the teens chin with his coat's sleeve. He could replace his coat later if there was a later, but he could not replace a padawan.
"...Kanan...I want Kanan..." Ezra shuddered and closed his eyes, a quiver going through his whole soul.
'Kanan...help...'