Chapter 37

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How to kill a Jedi?

Ezra wasn't very confident that he would be able to. From what he's heard of this "Kanan", he's been a Jedi longer than Ezra has even been alive. That meant more training, more experience. Ezra wasn't sure that he could top that.

But that didn't mean that Ezra wouldn't try.

He had to kill the Jedi; that was the only way that he'd be able to get some sort of peace. Even if his memories never returned, at least the Jedi wouldn't be around to harm anyone else. Ezra couldn't help but feel the irony in it.

Killing someone who is meant to sustain peace, to bring peace.

The galaxy had an odd sense of humor.

That meant that Ezra would have to step it up. He couldn't be lacking in any aspect; the only way he stood a chance would be if they met as equals. And Ezra wouldn't stop training until he was.

Ezra smiled.

The Jedi wouldn't know what hit him.

"Do you think this ship will hold?" Zeb asked.

"It's supposed to be sturdier than the last Phantom," Kanan reminded him, "And besides, I don't think Hera will appreciate us blowing up another one of her ships."

"That was not my fault."

"It wasn't mine either, but we'll still be blamed."

"Figures," Zeb snorted, "We do all the hard stuff, but if we break one little ship, we get in trouble. Maybe we can get the kid to take the fall for it?"

"I doubt Ezra will want to take one for the team in that department."

"It can substitute me punching him for knocking me out. I say that that is a good trade."

Kanan let out a laugh.

"You can only hope."

"I'm not hoping; it's either that or my fist. End of discussion. He can make his own choice."

"Let's try not to get that far, okay? How about we focus on rescuing Ezra and not getting the Phantom blown up again?"

"You have your priorities, I have mine."

Kanan let out a sigh and leaned back. He could see straight through Zeb's tough guy act. His main priority, just like everyone else, was to rescue Ezra. Hera wouldn't care about the Phantom's destruction as long as Ezra was safe and with them. But he could understand Zeb's perceived callousness. He was trying not to show his nervousness. Kanan was doing the exact same thing.

Didn't make anything better.

Kanan was nervous, he would admit to that. He didn't know what condition Ezra would be in. He could be the Inquisitor's pawn, he could attempt to flee from them, or he could attempt to fight them.

He could attempt to kill them.

And no matter how much Kanan didn't want to think about it, that was what most likely would happen.

The Inquisitor would want to hurt Kanan as much as possible, and Ezra was the perfect ammunition. Kanan would have to go through him to get to the Inquisitor. A shudder went through his body. He would have to fight his Apprentice. He might have to hurt his Apprentice.

He might have to hurt Ezra.

Kanan could remember the last time he had thoughts like these. He hadn't sure if he would be able to raise his weapon against him.

He wasn't sure if he could do that now, either.

"Do you see any access points?"

Hera looked towards Sabine, who was staring at the ships. They had arrived early like Hera said they would, and right now they were waiting for Kanan and Zeb to arrive. It wouldn't be long now, and Sabine was getting anxious.

"Besides the hangar, no. The Ghost isn't small enough to sneak by and get a closer look. If I fly any closer, then we'll be shot at." Hera responded.

Sabine nodded and moved in her chair, but her eyes remained on the fleet. Now that they were here, the sheer amount of ships was daunting. This would be their toughest challenge yet.

Sabine honestly wasn't sure if they'd survive this.

Eventually she did tear her eyes away from the ships, and glanced down at her legs. They were in working condition; much better than what she started with, at least. Sabine was sure that she would be able to keep up with Kanan and Zeb, but her main worry was if they had to take any detours, she would start to slow them down. And in a situation like this, it wasn't good to be the weakest link. She'd be the first one killed.

"You're going to be fine."

Sabine looked at Hera, who smiled at her.

"You're going to be fine," Hera repeated, "We're all going to be fine. Don't let your fears get in the way. You have to believe that everything is going to end up okay. That's the only way we'll all get through this."

"You're giving me one of your "Kanan" speeches?" Sabine joked.

"They're not just for Kanan; he's just needed them. It hasn't been easy for him, just like it hasn't been easy for you."

"I'm fine, Hera."

"I saw you staring at your legs. You're worried that you won't be able to keep up, and that you'll let them down."

"Okay, so I'm a little worried," Sabine admitted, "But I'm trying to think realistically. Do you really think that we'll come out of this unscathed?"

"There will be injuries, sure, but that's common. But if I go into this thinking that I'm going to die, or that everyone else is going to die, aren't I setting myself up for failure? If I feel as if I'm going to fail, then I'm going to fail," Hera explained, "If you feel that you're going to fail, then you're going to fail. Understand?"

Sabine looked back at her legs, pondering. Her legs were not as good as they could be, she knew that. But she couldn't fall behind. This was too important. She couldn't think like that.

"Thanks, Hera," Sabine said.

"That's what I'm here for."

Hera rested her eyes on the fleet in front of her, her eyes resting on the giant ship in the middle. That had to be where Ezra was. Just knowing that he was right there in front of them, waiting, filled Hera with determination.

It would not be a repeat of last time. Hera would make sure of it.

They would get Ezra back. They had to.