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Pain; that was the only thing Kanan felt when he awoke. It...everything, hurt … everywhere, even just breathing caused intense pain to his chest and ribs with every breath he took. Kanan opened his eyes, revealing his dimly light cell. As he looked over himself and saw he was bleeding from several freshly inflicted wounds. That damn interrogation droid had been sent in yet again and reopened many of his cuts that they began to bleed once more. During the torture, Kanan had not been able to stop screaming from the agony, and he could now feel his throat was hoarse from his endless cries during the whole session.

The next thing Kanan registered was that he was freezing, hungry and thirsty. Since he had been captured the trooper's had only been feeding him every other day; keeping both food and water to a bar minimum, and sometimes not even that. The lack of food had become noticeable to him. As Kanan looked down to his abdomen, he had realized that his ribs could all be counted as his skin was stretched over getting food however, it could be painful because the guard bringing it would kick Kanan in the ribs if he was found asleep. The guards have also been restricting his sleep, keeping it on a bare minimum by coming in and beating him up if they found him asleep. More than once Kanan had been awoken by fist or steeled boots slamming into his side to wake him up. The guards also came in and looked him over, if his wounds showed any sign of healing they would beat him up some more.

When Kanan finally was allowed to sleep they drugged him with something that made him having nightmares; so he woke up covered in sweat, his heart beating hard against his chest and saw images he could not make sense of. It was not the only drug that the empire had tested on him. Often he felt like he was being used as a lab rat. Some of the other drugs they tested on Kanan gave him horrible hallucinations of his crew dying or being tortured; or made everything more painful to the point that even just blinking was painful when they used that drug on him. There were also drugs that were keeping him conscious through all the torture, giving him panic attacks or clouding his mind so he could not think straight.

The worst drug regimen that Kanan went through was a daily injection of force suppressants. With it through his system, Kanan could not sense nor use the force. It was strange not being able to sense his surroundings or feel the force around him. Kanan had never felt so disabled as when he went through with those injections. Kanan had really started to hate whenever a syringe was brought into view. The worst part was that many troopers did not know where the veins where and just pinched him with the needle's until they found the vein.

Kanan's thirst made his throat hurt more, and he speculated if the thirst came from either lack of water or his blood lose; which was not good if it was the last one. It was freezing cold in the cell and the fact that they had removed his shirt and thrown it across the room did not help at all. The chains around his wrist and ankles which cut deeply into his skin, made it impossible to retrieve it. The only time he wasn't wearing the chains was when they strapped him to a torture table which was unfortunately quite often. Kanan feared because of the tearing around the restraints, there wasn't much skin on his wrist and ankles left.

The pain from the chains sent a shiver down his spine like he was back in another torture session, though to pick one in particular was near to impossible; now all those unpleasant sessions were blended together into a long painful memory

Flashback

Kanan screamed as the torture droid reopened another wound, and the blood started to pour out. His legs was shaking over the pain of standing up and his bag ached over carrying his weight for so long. The wounds had barely healed from the last interrogation. Suddenly the Grand Inquisitor walked in.

"I will take it from here" the Inquisitor told the droid that left the cell. Kanan almost wished it would stay if it meant the Inquisitor wouldn't come in. With the torture droid, he knew it was cutting him, the Grand Inquisitor always seemed to find new and worse ways to torment him.

"Why do you keep resisting? I can end your pain, here and now, if you just talk Jarrus" the Inquisitor offered.

"Never, I'd rather die than tell you anything" Kanan restored back, his voice hoarse from all the screaming.

"Oh Jarrus dying would be the easy part, if you resist then you will suffer until you start begging me to let you die. Now where are the rebels? Tell me now and this can all stop," the Inquisitor asked again with fury in his eyes.

"I am right here, do you need your eyes checked?" Kanan mocked.

Suddenly Kanan felt a pressure against his mind. Kanan raised his mental shield and tried not to let the Inquisitor get in. Pain floated him and it took almost every ounce of energy he had to keep the Inquisitor out.

A sharp pain in his leg distracted him and he looked at his leg which now had another lightsaber burn. The distraction gave the Inquisitor an entrance and suddenly he felt the Pau'un inside his mind. The Inquisitor looked at his memories, despite his effort to push him out, and grabbed one and pressed it to the conscious part of his mind, making him relive it. It was the memory of when his master was shot. Caleb had been laying by the fire when he heard her. That was when he saw his former comrades attack them.

"No" he whispered unable to hold his tears back from the pain that came with the memory.

"So that is how you survived cowered? I often wondered how you did," the Inquisitor admitted while Kanan stood crying on the torture table.

Caleb saw Bilaba trying to deflect the shots.

"Run" yelled Bilaba to him.

"NO!" Kanan screamed in pure desperation as he managed to push the Inquisitor out, only to receive another burn, this one even bigger than the last. Tears ran down his cheeks from both the physical and mental pain, but he somehow managed to keep the Inquisitor out. Even so the pain of the memory haunted him through the remainder of the session.

It continued like this until the Inquisitor seemed to tire of the lack of results and Kanan was on the verge of collapsing.

"You do not know what is best for you, you stubborn fool" snapped the Inquisitor before he activated the electricity.

Kanan could not even comprehend that he was screaming, all he truly knew was that he was in immense pain. Kanan screamed while in a futile attempt, pulled on the restraints to get away from the painful shock. Finally the darkness surrounded him and allowed him to escape that way.

End flashback.

When Kanan had awoken, he had found himself back in this cell, once again chained. Kanan wish he could get the flashbacks to stop, it was bad enough to live through the torture, but having to relive his past brought back the same pain on his heart once more. The memory of Bilaba dying was so painful, and the fact that the Inquisitor had managed to get through his defences and saw it, made him feel sick. Kanan could hear the Inquisitor whisper 'coward' in his mind repeatedly, as he saw that Caleb ran from his dying master. Kanan forced back the tears that were about to fall down when he recalled the memory. Yet while sitting here on the ground, Kanan started to understand her choice, she had wanted to protect him. Like he tried to protect the crew and the rebellion right now. Even so the pain from it still lingered. The realization did not bring him any happiness at all.

Kanan had no doubt that Empire hoped that all of this would break him. So far it had not worked, but he could feel how his strength was fading and resolve lessened and he needed both.

The Grand Inquisitor was coming dangerously close to breaking him, the forced memory of his dying master was proof. A single tear could not be prevented. It frightened Kanan to think of what the Inquisitor might be able to get from him the next time he tried that tactic. Kanan could not stop himself from feeling fear that he would be forced to rewatch the memory once again. The Inquisitor had seen him cry over it and knew it was something that ate at him.

Another tactic that had came close to working was the threat of Mustafar. The Grand Inquisitor had more than once threatened to transfer her to Mustafar and it had almost made him speak for the slim hope he could avoid that. Kanan had heard disturbing rumors about that place and it scared him, like it would any Jedi.

The lack of food, water, heat, and sleep had set its mark on Kanan, and the regularly torture session had shaken him; his defiance of the Inquisitor were lessening as the effects of the torture had set in.

The tingling in his legs made him aware it had fallen asleep as he tried to stand up, at least as much as the chain allowed; feeling all his cuts, wounds, and burns kick in even more. Kanan gasped at the pain that threaten to consume him as his legs were shaking, refusing to hold his weight and he hurried to sit down before he risked collapsing. How desperate he wanted to get away from here. Kanan hated being here alone in this cold cell with nothing but the pain to keep him company. Pain and worries, worries that suddenly the Grand Inquisitor would open the door and show him his captured crew. Kanan worried they would try to come for him only to end up caught. Kanan did not want to be here, he was not meant to be here, his only constellation however was that his crew, his family, were safe.

Kanan missed them all dearly, he missed watching Sabine create her masterpieces, sparring with Zeb as they laughed with each other, Ashoka's clear and quick thinking when she joined them, and of course Hera with her passion and determination for their cause. How long had it been since he had been captured? It felt like months, but he feared it would turn out to be only a week he had been captured. Yet it was better this way, Kanan would rather die for them than see any of them be put through the same torment he was enduring.

But how had he ended up in such turmoil? How had it gone so wrong? The information had seen legit enough. The word was that the Empire would harness and use a large amount of cyper crystals. So Ashoka, Zeb, Hera, Sabine and himself had gone to stop them.

Flashback.

Ahsoka had received the intel from an 'inside man'. According to the intel, kyber crystals were found in caves in the southern part of the Planet of Lothal. The Empire was supposedly harvesting the crystals for uses unknown, but the rebellion knew it wouldn't be good.

The Crew decided to destroy harvesting equipment to stop the process, or the very least delay it. Ahsoka's curiosity had lead her to accompany the crew on the mission.

The trip to the cavern was not difficult, Hera stood on standby in the phantom for a quick getaway. Just as the crew reached the center of the cave, Kanan and Ahsoka could sense the Forces strong warning, right as the ambush occurred.

The crew fought them off valiantly, but the troopers outnumbered them, and with the Inquisitor leading the troopers, the Empire actually had the upper hand.

Kanan knew they couldn't win, the crew was just by the entrance of the cave when he made the call. With every ounce of energy he had left, he force pushed the crew out of the cave and caused the entrances to become a blockade of rocks.

Hera picked up the crew, and though Kanan knew her heart ached at the thought of leaving Kanan, she and the crew had to flee as oncoming troopers and ships came closer, leaving their brave leader behind.

Kanan sensed how the crew removed itself further and further from them, as he was cuffed and dragged along to be presented to the Grand Inquisitor. Kanan smiled at the act, he had no regrets as he was pushed to his knees and he looked up at the Inquisitor.

"Where is the rest?" the Inquisitor roared in anger.

"They had an appointment, so it will just be me to enjoy your charming personality" Kanan mocked before the trooper could say anything.

Kanan felt the blood forming in his mouth as a trooper smashed his face for speaking up.

"He pushed the rest out and blocked the entrance with rocks, they will be long gone before we clear the road" the trooper told.

The Inquisitor looked angry and to Kanan's surprise terrified at this.

"I will have to talk to my master about this. In the meantime I want the transporter made ready and when I come back I want to see him bloody and beaten." the Inquisitor ordered as he left.

Kanan had barely time to see him leave before he felt both fists and boot slamming into him from different sides and hit different parts of the body. The pain exploded and he could do nothing but just take the beating and hope it would stop soon. His vision blurred out and his breathing became uneven. It was a relief to think of he had saved the crew from this. The pain grew and he was dimly aware that he had started to cough up blood because of the many beatings.

"It is enough for now, throw him into a transport, we are going to the base. When we arrive take him to an interrogation room. Let us see if we can correct that mouth of his" he heard the Inquisitor say.

"My mouth is … just fine … check ... yours, .. it need some water and soap" Kanan managed to hiss out in an effort to defy the Inquisitor.

Kanan received another blow for that remark. Kanan's vision was somewhat blurred but he certainly felt it when his hair was grabbed and his head was yanked to force his eyes to meet the Inquisitor's eyes.

"For helping them escape I will make you wish you were dead jedi" the Inquisitor said in an ice cold and deadly tone, the Pau'un blistered in anger and … fear?.

Kanan could not contain a shutter at the threat, he would be forced to face torture and the Inquisitor would be there through it all.

As they arrived at the base he was dragged into an interrogation room. When Kanan saw the metal interrogation table, he struggled against being placed there, making the troopers slam him into the wall. Pain flooded him even more as he troopers slammed his ribs again and again until they all heard a sickening snapping sound, telling them that at least one rib was broken. Kanan screamed and pain made him go limp and he stopped struggling as he felt a needle penetrate his neck and a cold serum entered his veins. It took a short while, but suddenly he stopped sensing anything around him. What was going on? The force was leaving him? How? Kanan did not like this at all.

"Hold him tight" snapped a trooper and he could feel how the hands holding him tightened.

He was dragged the short distance between the wall and the table, to weak to struggle.

Kanan stood as he was strapped to the plank, gasping for air trying to come to terms with the pain and what would come next. As the storm trooper left, a torture droid came in. Kanan bit his teeth together determined not to say anything. As the droid starting working on him, making cut after cut, poking him and administering a drug that made his body feel like he was on fire, he tried to contain the pain. It was difficult, especially because he already was in so much pain from the beatings before this.

As time went by the pain grew worse and worse and it became more and more difficult to keep himself from screaming. Every time he screamed, it stung because of his broken rib(s). The table forced him to constantly stand up, bearing his weight without any alleviation, he was on the verge of blacking out. Kanan looked up and saw the Inquisitor walking in looking angry at him.

"Take him to his cell" he snapped and the troopers took him down and cuffed his hands and dragged him to a small cell.

They brought him to wall and chained his ankles before removing the cuff and press him into the wall. Kanan felt how the troopers removed his shirt making it even colder before turning him around and chained his wrist as well. The Inquisitor glared coldly at him. When the troopers was done the Inquisitor hand suddenly closed around his throat making him struggle for breath.

"You better rethink your stand on not saying something, because I was easy on you this time. I can and will let this torment go on so much more if you don't speak. I wouldn't try using the force either, these chains is designed specifically for force users and tighten if you use the force" the Inquisitor said before he released him.

Kanan gasped for air, which hurt his lung and ribs terribly, and he took some deep painful breaths before he could even comprehend what was said. Kanan could not even use the force when the serum wore off? It wasn't enough that he could not even move from the spot, he could not even fully stand up because of the chains, no they took the force away from him also. Kanan felt so disabled. Even so he refused to give in.

"Keep him on absolute minimum of food and water. Don't let him sleep more than bare minimum without my approval and keep him freezing. Remember to administer the force suppressant and make sure his wound won't heal. Beat him up if needed be, I want him in pain at all time" the Inquisitor said before tossing his shirt across the room and left.

The troopers left too, but not before they had slammed him a few more times making the pain even worse. Kanan was left to suffer the pain, to being starved, refused water and sleep. Those dark thoughts kept repeating in his mind as he tried to make himself comfortable, with no success.

End of flashback

The cold and his rumbling stomach dragged Kanan back to reality. "My luck had to run out sooner or later." he thought to himself bitterly. Truthfully however, he and Ahsoka were probably the last light force users in the galaxy. The Empire had been hunting him down for fourteen years. At least he can say he made it this far, that he last it as long as he he had, at least…

Kanan's body shook as a sudden shiver got sent up his spine. Kanan desperately wanted his shirt back. Kanan may not of been able to take it on with the chains on; but at least he could bundle it with his chest to get some warmth. Kanan made one more attempt to reach for his shirt through the force. Expecting nothing, he was surprised when it moved, just a smidge.

Kanan was lost in confusion. Then he quickly realized that the suppressant, it must be wearing off. Kanan knew that the binder's would tighten if Kanan attempted to use the force, but at the very least he could get his shirt back. Kanan was freezing so much that he deemed it worth it. So with careful concentration, he started to drag it to him. The shirt came closer but the pain increased around his wrist and ankles. Kanan bit his teeth together trying to concentrate which was becoming more and more difficult. The shirt was only a few inches away when blood started to run down his hands from his wrist and ankles followed in the moment he grabbed his shirt. Kanan was gasping in pain, praying the stinging bleeding would stop when he felt it; a presence.

While Kanan's first instinct was to fear the Inquisitor coming, he didn't feel fear. Instead he felt...sad. Kanan was sure that their was someone, a force user who was sad and probably trapped somewhere they didn't want to be. But once Kanan had some form of warmth, he forgot about this other force user in the moment.

Kanan carefully bundled his chest with his shirt which made the blood from his wounds fall onto his shirt. Kanan felt a small warmth which was a great comfort to him; though his mind was now back on the other presence.

Kanan speculated over the other presence. Kanan was both saddened that another soul could be trapped here, and encouraged because it meant he was not as alone as he first had assumed. Was the person aware of Kanan's location? Kanan captured small glimpses of hope but otherwise sadness sometimes mingled with despair and fear mixed inside this being. Kanan knew how that was, he had greatly come to learn all about despair and fear while being here.

As Kanan began to question who it could be, the door opened, and the ugly pau'un grinned at him with a crooked smile. He tried not to show but he felt both fear and anger. Kanan had learned to associate the Inquisitors presence with pain, and anger because the man inflicted the pain onto him. The inquisitor walked over to him and noticed the shirt.

"I did not recall giving you permission to use that" the Inquisitor snapped and snatched his shirt, threw it across the room and kicked him in the ribs.

Kanan forced himself to remain impassive, but he really wanted to try and grab the shirt, he would not show how desperate he truly was. The shirt was more than just warmth it was also comfort in a time where there was only pain and endless questions he tried not to answer. Due to the chains he could not really move away from the kick and the pain in the ribs flamed up, making him cry out which only increased the pain.

"Get him up and inject him again; it would seem that the suppression has worn off" the Inquisitor called as four stormtroopers entered his cell.

Kanan glared at the Inquisitor for that, he had just gotten the force and his shirt back, only to lose both of them again, he really hated those drugs, he hated even more that they were used on him. One of the troopers took out a syringe, pulled kanan's head back by his hair, and injected Kanan with the suppressant right into his neck. Kanan winced in pain as the sharp metal needle left his body and the cold serum of the suppressant entered his veins. Once again Kanan was without the force. The Inquisitor could clearly sense his frustration over this and turned around and smiled coldly to him.

"It seems to be you will serve a purpose for me after all."

SWR

Hands cuffed behind his back and tropper's all around him, Kanan made the long trek down the hall. Though he questioned as to where they were taking him, all Kanan could focus on was not collapsing from the pain that ensnared his body. The dizziness was not helping matters, as the lack of food was leaving with little energy to even walk. His legs were shaking and it took all his energy to keep himself upright. Kanan knew only one thing, it was not the way the interrogation room. Could this mean his fear would be proven valid? Had the Inquisitor captured the crew? The thought alone filled him with panic. No, it had to be something else, he hoped. The pain grew when for the third time felt the butt of a blaster slammed into his side because he could not keep pace with the Inquisitor, who was walking in front of them. Unfortunately the hit was located at the ribs that were broken and he felt to ground crying out in pain, he wished he could take a hand to the side but the cuff prevented it. Kanan laid on the ground gasping over the pain, his rib protesting at any movement, when the Inquisitor came over to him.

"Get him up" the Inquisitor ordered.

A trooper grabbed him by the hair and yanked him to his feet which made the pain even worse. Another slap felt over the face making it burn over the contact with the Inquisitor's hand.

"Pathetic" the Inquisitor said before he turned and started walking.

"Hit him in the back or on his face in the future, I don't have time for him laying on the ground just because he is weak and pathetic" the Inquisitor said as he was pushed forward.

Finally what seemed like forever, they made their way to the courtyard, where the sun's light burned his eyes, impairing his vision; only adding to the discomfort and pain when a trooper pushed him down to his knees. It took some time for the dizziness to settle down. It was the first time he had been outside since his capture, so his eyes had gotten used to dim lit rooms. As his eyes adjusted to the sun's light, he saw the courtyard was surrounded by walls, with transporters and TIE fighter's. The dirt on the grounds was a dark brown, making the place so dry, lifeless.

"Are we here to work on your tan Inquisitor, you could certainly need it" he mocked the Inquisitor.

One of the troopers slammed his fist into his head and he could feel blood forming in his mouth, which he spit out. The pain grew and it took him a few painful breath before he looked up.

"Laugh while you can Jarrus. Your execution will be shortly," said the Inquisitor with a disturbing grin.