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[Well, here ya are Darth Ravager. Sorry it took so long, but I tried my best to make it like you wanted. ]

[A wee bit of Dark Ezra action, and I really think I should start thinking of a sith name for our little blueberry. PM your ideas? Enjoy!]


Grand Admiral Thrawn grinned smugly as he watched the stars zip past the windows of his destroyer.

He stood with his back straight, and arms crossed, thinking.

His plan was laid out perfectly, and had worked like a charm.

While he had only captured and A-wing, it was who was flying that really mattered.

"Coming out of hyperspace now sir," he heard. They slowed, and there they were.

The A-wing caught helplessly in the tractor beam of another destroyer.

Agent Kallus, Thrawn and a squad of Storm Troopers got on a shuttle. Within minutes they were positioned in the hanger, with about three other squads of 15 each. They cut the com as they dragged the ship in, and dumped it on the ground.

It was silent for a minute, while 5 troopers got in position to drag the first rebel out.

There was a scream, and all hell broke loose.


With a yell, Sabine fired into the crowd of Bucket Heads, but there were so many.

They eventually managed to grab her, knock away her blaster, and get her to her knees at blaster point.

Her lip was bleeding, and her finger was badly sprained, but she glared at Thrawn with her usual fire.

Now they would have to go for Ezra..

Sabine looked back up at Thrawn. They both knew that this wasn't going to be easy.

Four Troopers advanced, blasters drawn and ready.

"Good luck" Sabine muttered.

Kallus sighed. This wasn't going to go well.


Ezra calmly surveyed the hanger, half hidden from view.

He tilted his head, closing his eyes.

His well hidden panic was noticed, he could feel it.

His second Mentor worked to replace it with a slow yet steady anger.

It welled up inside Ezra, telling him to take his lightsaber out.

He complied immediately , fumbling slightly as he activated the blade.

It waited, and when a Stromtrooper dared show it's face, it pounced.

With a scream, and a sharp buzzing sound, the trooper dropped to the ground, missing the top half of it's head.

Ezra's breath caught, as a speck of crimson landed on his cheek. He couldn't believe what he had just done.

A harsh smell rose; Ezra nearly gagged, coughing twice.

He'd been responsible for alot of Trooper deaths..

But never one like this.

Time seemed to hiccup, as Ezra stared at the bloody mess of the Storm Trooper.

Then, out of nowhere his shoulder exploded in pain. He seemed to lose most control of his body, and he fell to his knees, spasming.

It hurt, no it burned. Like every muscle in his upper body was on fire, it hurt so bad.

With nothing but rage that didn't quite belong to him, and sheer will, he got back up.

Ever so slowly he turned to the trooper, who drooped it's blaster, and stumbled back.

Shots rang out around him, but he didn't care.

The trooper crawled away from him, screaming at him to stop.

And he tried. but he...just couldn't.

He kept advancing, mentally screaming at himself to stop.

But... the funny thing was, not for the trooper.

For himself.


Kanan:

The jedi knight was desperate.

His padawan had gone dark a few moments ago. He couldn't feel the bond and it scared the living daylights out of him/

It meant one of two things:

Ezra Bridger was dead, or dying.

Or...something was blocking Kanan form reaching his padawan's mind.
And if it meant what he suspected it meant, that was worse than death in his mind.

[Ew, short chapters for days. Next one'll be up sooner, maybe tonight?]