"Why prepare to fight if we're not even going after Kanan?" Zeb grumbles from his seat in the cockpit of the Ghost.
"You think he'll talk, tell 'em what he knows about us?" Sabine asks the Captain.
The Twi'lek shakes her head, "He doesn't know anything."
"Sabine. Uh, where are the power cells? I need some for my...lightsaber," Ezra asks over the comms.
The Mandalorian sighs, looking up from the targeting system "Did you check the overheads?"
"First place I looked."
"Hold on. I know where to find some. Chopper, take over for me," she grabs the Lasat by the arm, dragging him with her, "You can help us look too, Zeb."
"Pfft. Really? Why do I need to–" he complains.
Sabine drags him through the ship straight for the Phantom.
"Is Chopper in position?" Ezra asks, just as the doors slide open.
" Yep. Let me in there," she responds, moving for the pilots seat that the Padawan just vacated.
"Wait," the Lasat cries, finally understanding what's going on, "you're going to find Keen and Kanan. You're disobeying Hera's orders!"
"Were they orders, or more like her opinion?" Sabine asks, setting the getting the Phantom ready to fly.
"If we're gonna save them, we don't have a choice. You with us or not?"
"Yeah, I'm with you."
"Good," the boy turns back to the viewscreen, "because the plan's in motion already. Just waiting for the signal." A light on the console starts incessantly blinking only moments later. "And that would be the signal. Let's go."
Sabine launches the Phantom, moving as far from the Ghost as quickly as possible, "Okay. So, where are we going anyway?"
"Our last resort. Vizago."
*Tarkin's Cruiser*
"It's only a matter of time before he breaks," Agent Kallus informs his superior.
"You have wasted enough of my time," Tarkin grumbles. "I have brought in an expert on the Jedi, he trained many of the Inquisitors."
A deep, heavy breathing fills the space, as the helmeted figure steps forward. Kallus, his eyes landing on the Sith Lord, pales. "You are no doubt unaware that Jedi are trained to resist mind probes."
"If he is the Jedi he claims to be, I take it you have a solution?"
"Pain," Darth Vader responds, "A Jedi still feels pain. And pain can break anyone. I have no use for him," he says, waving a hand at the Knight, "He knows nothing. But, Quinara, she knows more than she says, they wouldn't leave a Jedi of her caliber out of the loop. Continue with your silly games here, Agent Kallus, but you will find nothing substantial."
With those words, Vader turns with his cape whipping around rather dramatically, as he breezes from the room.
*
Tarkin leads the Sith Lord across the hall. "This is a true Jedi," Vader says, opening the door. "She trained in the Jedi Temple for many years. Sat on the Jedi Council. Jedi Master Ar'iabel Quinara, the last of the Old Religion," he tells Tarkin, although the Governor is very much aware of all of this, and Vader knows that.
Defiantly, she lifts her head up, her eyes glaring right at Tarkin, not that he can see them. "So, what's the plan now?"
"Pain," Darth Vader responds.
Her head turns, finally seeing Vader. She freezes for a few seconds, before saying, "Cool. Not really all that into that. Consent's an important thing, y'know," she snarks. Keen had heard Kanan's screams that had ceased only moments before, but she had turned to the Force, stuffing her fear down.
"There's the snark you Jedi were so well known for."
"Aww, you remembered? How sweet, you really shouldn't ha–" she's cut off as painful bolts of electricity jolt through her body, causing her muscles to convulse.
Tarkin smirks. "Tell me what you know of the other Rebels cells."
Breathing deeply, she slowly raises her head. "I've never heard of other cells. I've heard of other people, standing up for what's right, for the sake of freedom and peace in this Galax–" she screams as the electricity surges again, more powerful than the previous time.
When it cuts off again, her shoulders relax. "Tell him what you know, or I'll just keep going, with a higher, and higher voltage each time."
"Well, I can't tell you what I don't know, you kriffing piece of kung!"
The torture continues on the Jedi, and she refuses to give up what she knows about the Rebellion, endeavouring instead to keep them all safe, most importantly Luke and Leia.
*Ghost Crew*
"Well, this is unexpected. Looking for work? Or something else?" Vizago asks, as the rebels walk up to him.
"My guess is you already know why we're here," Ezra states, seriously.
"I don't know where your friends are. I'm sorry," the alien says, not sounding all that apologetic.
"You must have heard something."
"Even if I did know something, it would be of no use to you. The Empire is locking everything down. That's bad for you and bad for business." Vizago turns away, directing his droids as they carry the crates.
"Well, if you want to change that, you need to help us," the Padawan argues.
"I doubt that. In fact, I think your activities got the Empire's attention and have made things more difficult for me. Get out of here. You're bad luck," he shoos them away, walking further onto his property.
"Ever wonder why the Empire was so interested in Kanan, why they'd send an Inquisitor to Lothal?" He shouts after the alien.
Vizago, stops, turning back to face the Padawan, Sabine warning Ezra not to reveal too much. "No, please do."
"Because Kanan is a Jedi."
"Kanan? A Jedi?" Vizago breaks down, laughing so hard he almost falls over, "You're funny, kid. That scoundrel couldn't be a Jedi any more than you could." Ezra glares at him, slowly closing his eyes. He summons the Force, lifting a crate over the alien, letting it float above Vizago. He looks up, as Ezra's eyes snap open. He releases the crate, the alien jumping out of the way, just as the crate drops over his head, "You? You are a Jedi?"
"And so is Kanan. And so is Keen."
"So what does this mean for Vizago?"
"It means you help me, and you'll have a Jedi owing you a favor."
"Hmm. Whatever I ask?"
The Padawan considers the question, consulting his friends, responding, "Within reason."
"No deal," Vizago immediately states, once again turning to leave.
"Okay, okay, okay," the boy backtracks, "Whatever you ask."
"All right, come with me, boy," he says, indicating toward his ship. The Mandalorian, Lasat, and Padawan all start to follow him, so he adds, "Alone."
Ezra follows Vizago to his ship, stepping through the door, he immediately says, "So start talkin'."
"First, the deal," the alien states, bowing to the Padawn. Confusedly, Ezra taps his horn. "Hey! What's the matter with you? I bow, you bow, then we have deal."
"Oh, right. Yes, okay," the boy goes into an over exaggerated bow to Vizago.
"Okay, okay, whatever. You're overdoing it," the boy straightens, "Eh, look, since you blew up the Empire's comm tower–"
"That wasn't us," Ezra argues.
"Well, you probably know they have no long-range communications, so they've started using these," Vizago opens a hologram, revealing an astromech Droid, with a long conical done, "Droid couriers. They take data from the city up to their communications ship in orbit."
"What kind of data?"
"Everything. You name it personnel, weapons, deployments. Prisoners."
"Kanan? Keen?"
"Possibly, but I can't guarantee that," the alien shrugs.
"That's pretty typical for you," Ezra turns to leave.
"Hey, a deal is a deal."
"A deal is a deal," the boy agrees, turning back, "So what do you need?"
"Hmm. Today, nothing. Tomorrow, who knows? I'll let you know when I want to collect."
Ezra leaves the ship, strolling back towards his crewmates, "It's okay, guys. I have a lead." He rounds the corner to find a very angry Twi'lek glaring at him, "Whoa!"
"For what you just bargained, you better have something more than just a lead," she angrily states.
"Hera, I know you're mad, but–" the Padawn tries to placate, only for the Twi'lek to cut him off.
"Mad? Try furious. You just put all our lives in jeopardy. I give you a direct order, and you disobeyed me."
"Well, it paid off. I know how to find out where Kanan and Keen are," he states, before adding as an afterthought, "Maybe."
"Maybe? All that for 'maybe'?" Chopper looks at the furious Captain, uttering an 'uh oh' in his babble.
"Hera, none of us want to give up on them."
"And you think I do?"
"No, I don't," the boy says, wholeheartedly, "That's why I took this risk."
"Okay. What did you learn?"
"I have a plan, and it involves Chopper," the Padawan points to the droid.
The Crew head back to where Hera landed the Ghost, all marching straight to the cockpit. Sabine has Chopper bring up a hologram of an Imperial shuttle she'd been watching, "I'm betting this is the shuttle the Empire's using to get the courier droid to their comm ship. Our only chance is to intercept the droid before it boards the shuttle."
"The only way to be sure is to grab the Imperial droid and send Chopper in its place," Ezra responds.
Chopper looks up at the boy, grumbling angrily, putting his hands on the sides of his body. "Come on, Chop. I'll give you a paint job. The Empire won't know the difference."
He turns to her, continuing his grumbling. Ezra looks down at him, "For Kanan."
The astromech agrees, although voicing his displeasure at the concept.