Chapter 29
A defining ringing sound was all that filled the rebels ears. The blast was close. Too close. But not strong enough to knock down the door. They all lie on the ground, shaken up, confused, and a bit beaten up, but all and all, fine.
"Everyone still alive?" Zeb groaned.
"Yup." Mumbled Kanan.
"Still here." Said Hear faintly.
"Sabine?" Asked Kanan and her lack of response. Zeb still refusing to notice her existence.
Still not response.
"Sabine?" Said Hear, sitting up, before she was the girl laying next to the bench still unconscious. She scooted over to her and probed Sabines head up onto her knees.
"What happened?" Asked Kanan.
"She must have hit her head off of the bench, she'll be fine. Kanan, what just happened?!" She demanded, Zeb coming up right behind her, wanting answers, and also gazing down at Sabine, his anger melting away.
Kanan sighed, and smirked a bit. "Ashoka" he mumbled. "Ashoka happened." The smile was whipped from his lips as he looked up at the two. "There coming." He said.
"What?" Said Hera,
"What are you talking about mate?" Asked Zeb.
"T-the blast!" He stammered out. "It was just to identify the ship. There coming. The rebellion is coming!" He said, feeling both fear and excitement, and a bit of guilt considering this was the second rescue mission the rebellion will be doing for him.
Suddenly all eyes were on the figures walking outside there cell, Vader, Kallus, Tarkin, and two storm troopers. A deadly combination, and in the agents hands. A metal box.
"Time to break the padawan." Kallus smirked. "Hope you weren't too close." He spat, as the entered the cell.
"Ashoka better hurry!" Zeb said. The one thing that was in his eyes was guilt and fear. But it was ok, because that's all that filled the others too. Except for Sabine's. Hers where still closed.
Ezra's wrists and ankles burned. There was a huge blast, and as he was strapped to a table, so he couldn't be pushed back, so he stayed glued to the table and let his charred flesh get pushed up agents the metal bands, and intense burning feeling erupting on his side as for a brief moment he really did think that he would be ripped in two.
The doors slide open and Ezra watched as the most likely evilest people in the galaxy.
"Hello Bridger!" Kallus wickedly sang, with a box in his hands.
"Kallus." Ezra wheezed. "I see you've come to join the party!" He said, forcing a smirk on his face before letting his head fall.
"Boy." Spoke Vader. "I said I would break you. And break you I will. You are strong young one, powerful, and soon I will show you what true power you can have. When you used the force in anger on Tarkin, that was good. Here's hoping you do it again. It is do or die, boy. And you will do one." He said, as he gestured Kallus to open the box.
The box opened, and all of Ezra's worry was proven to be useless.
"You've electrocuted me, hacked me up with a light saber, and choked me half to death, but this? You honestly thing that a old knife will scare me? Wow, your about as bright as a beanery droid!" Said Ezra, using his head guesting to the old knife that lay on the box.
Vader just simply nodded towards Tarkin and he opened the doors, allowing a droid to roll in, and park itself at the feet of lord Vader.
"You see boy." He spoke, nothing but coldness beaming off him, "this is not ordinary knife. Granted our toucher equipment was not as advanced eight years ago."
Ezra have a troubling look, what did he mean by that?
Vader continued. "You see boy. This knife is what took everything. It is what placed the seed of darkness in you. The seed of darkness that I plan to make grow."
"There's no darkness In me!" Ezra shouted, the worry he had been trying to mask, now poring off of him without a care.
"That is where you are wrong child. And this knife will help it on its path to great potential." He then gestured to the droid, who began protecting a video.
It was of a bloody and better women on the floor. Above her, a man in less advanced armor, but wore a light saber on his belt, resembling a younger Sith Lord. "Please." The women begged, "please stop, m-my son."
"Mom!" Ezra screamed to the image, as if she could hear him, as if he could go back and help.
"Pleading will do you no good, scum." Said the man in the video. "Your husbands time has come, and now it is yours. And soon it will be your sons." He said, before plunging the knife into the women's stomach. She let out a scream of horror, and suddenly all colour drained form her face, her head fell to the ground, as she whispered, " Ezra." Before the bright blue eyes forever.
"NO!" Ezra screamed.
"This knife took the life of your mother, and tortured your father before his last moments. Your mother simply was not worth a light saber. And now I will use it on you. Until you join us, or suffer the same fait as your elders." He said, dragging the rusted knife across his arm, and pulling away.
The droid began protecting the image again. The pain of his body, the fact that the man before him was the one who took his parents life. And the video. It kept playing! The sound echoing in the room of her cries, he couldn't listen to it anymore. He wouldn't. All he could feels as anger. Nothing else. He knew he shouldn't have used the force but he had no choice.
"NO!" He screamed. "STOP!" Mad with that the droid that was playing the video was sent hurdling across the air, smashing into the wall, with a small blast, and falling to the ground in measly parts.
After that Ezra fell limp. Now all he was was scared. Though unconscious, you could feel it coming off him.
"Was it successful?" Asked Kallus.
Vader then took the boys fallen head in his hand, and opened his eyelid, and there, on his bright blue eyes, was the tinniest hint of yellow.
"Yes Kallus." Said Vader. "It has proven successful. Now, for the blast that occurred. There coming. And they have power. Ready the ships."
"Where are they going?" Asked Tarkin.
Vader looked at them, "to war. They are going to war. A war that has already been won."
-Azilia
