Ezra didn't bother watching the trial resume. It would just be the same propaganda rhetoric as before with all of Ezra's friends being evil and the Empire was the great and wonderful. Scrubbing the outer hull of the Ghost with a hand brush was more appealing than watching that. Instead he decided to try and continue his Jedi lessons that Kanan taught him. If they couldn't rescue him then Ezra wanted to at least honor him by continuing the path of a Jedi. He might fail but at least he'll try. And yeah he'll try. That whole do or do not mantra Kanan spoke of never did make any sense.

Ezra sat on the floor in his quarters that he shared with Zeb. He was trying to meditate by clearing his mind of all thoughts but he couldn't get the images of his friends out of his head. If they didn't do something, the three of them were going to die but he couldn't worry about that now. Right now he just needed to concentrate on clearing his mind and calming himself. He wasn't sure how long he'd been sitting around but that didn't matter. In order to properly meditate the way a Jedi would, one had to focus on a specific emotion or rather specifically the most important one felt. Then you allow that emotion to pass from your mind and let go, giving you a clear mind that can better connect to the Force.

It sounded a lot easier than it was. Ezra kept seeing the faces of his friends inside his head no matter how hard he tried to force them out. He's probably been trying to do this for hours and yet he's been getting nowhere. Then eventually a thought crossed his mind. What if the real problem wasn't that he was trying to get his friends out of his head but rather he needed to prepare to let his friends go? The whole idea of Jedi having no attachments might be what allows them to actually achieve this sense of enlightenment Kanan was always talking about.

Ezra was starting to realize he might never see his Master again or Sabine or Zeb. It was a thought he always put off, thinking it wouldn't happen. He had already lost so much after his parents were taken by the Empire that he refused to lose anyone else. But Ezra knew he had to face the fact that he could fail to get them back and needed to accept the fact that his life would go on without them. It was something he was forced to face when the day Imperial Stormtroopers burst into his family's house and took his parents. Ezra was spared, hiding in the hidden basement where Mom and Dad used to make their secret anti-Imperial broadcasts.

So Ezra knew deep down he needed to let go his fear of losing his friends. He would have gladly given his own life to spare theirs but that wasn't letting go of the fear of losing them. So Ezra told himself he would let them go and move with his life if anything happens to them. He would cherish his memories of them and try to honor them by continuing their work but he would move on.

"Ezra move!" a voice shouted. Suddenly he was inside the hallway that resembled the inside of an Imperial starship. Ahead dozen of Stormtroopers rounded a corner and readied their blasters at him.

Then he was suddenly inside a massive room with three large engines and multiple walkways of various levels spider webbing around them. He was glancing up on the walkway above him where Second Sister was clashing lightsabers with the Grand Inquisitor.

Ezra then found himself inside a giant hangar with a large firefight between black armored Stormtroopers and Hera, Kanan, Zeb, and Sabine. The rebels were taking cover behind cargo crates while the Imperials attacked from the ground floor and using their jetpacks to attack from the air and second floor. All with the intention of trying to overwhelm their opponents. Nearby Second Sister clashed once again with the Grand Inquisitor, both of their lightsabers spinning around on their circular gryos settings. The Pau'an managed to batter away one of the Sister's attacks with one of his spinning blades and counter-attacked with the other. He lunged forward and stabbed Sister in the chest. She screamed in pain.

Ezra's eyes shot open and he realized he was back in his room. Was that a dream or was it a vision? Ezra had been told how the Jedi were able to see things when they mediated, including premonitions of the future. He's never had one before but it didn't feel like a dream. It felt so real and the realization filled Ezra with hope. He saw them succeed. They rescued Kanan, Sabine, and Zeb. Or at least they were partially successful as they were inside of a hangar, probably about to escape. Though the last image he saw wasn't so inspiring. Sister had been stabbed by the Grand Inquisitor. He didn't see her die but that wasn't saying much. If this vision was true, the future didn't bode well for her.

Ezra now found himself in the worst kind of dilemma. He saw his friends getting saved but Sister probably dies in the attempt. What should he do? If he tells Sister about this, then it was doubtful she'd join in any rescue mission after that. But if Ezra didn't tell her and let this supposed future play out, she might die. It was one thing if Ezra was the one getting killed then he'd gladly make the sacrifice but sacrificing someone else was another matter entirely. True Second Sister technically wasn't his friend but he felt that maybe she was slowly starting to trust him. She didn't seem the type to trust easily so if Ezra managed to gain that, it would be quite the feat. Yet how could he be worth of such trust if he allows her to rush headlong into a situation that would probably kill her?

Ezra really wished Kanan was here right now to discuss this with. Unfortunately his choices of counsel were extremely limited at the moment. He could try talking to Hera but she never understood the Force and so she never wanted to really discuss it much. If Ezra had a question regarding it, Hera would just tell him to talk to Kanan. And could she reasonably give a good answer regarding all of this? Hera was as noble as anyone Ezra had met but would she be willing to do something reprehensible like lying to Sister and getting her onto a mission she'll die on to save the others? Ezra wasn't sure and quite frankly didn't want to put Hera in a position to answer that question. Neither one of them might like the answer.

His stomach growled, demanding nourishment. Ezra realized he must have spent more time meditating then he thought. He got to his feet and decided to get some food. Ezra passed through the commons area and pressed the open button to the galley. His skin almost turned pale when he saw who was already inside.

Second Sister was seated eating at the single table in the room. Judging from the smell, she was eating bantha stew. Not one of Ezra's favorite dishes but considering the former Inquisitor's room is essentially just a walk in closet without even a bed, comfort and leisure was something Sister tried to avoid. It was almost as if she was afraid getting comfortable would make her weak.

Ezra felt incredibly uncomfortable as he stepped inside. Half of him wanted to run away and the other half wanted to just scream out that Sister was going to die. Ezra didn't know what to say but he couldn't just stand in the doorway looking like an idiot. Trying to play cool, he stepped inside and grabbed some Dantooine oat cereal from one of the cupboards. He poured himself a bowl full of it then headed back towards the door with his lunch in hand.

"What is it?" asked Sister.

Ezra stopped, certain the Inquisitor used some kind of Force trick to know what he was thinking. Then he chastised himself for thinking that, knowing he would have sensed a mind probe. He tried to act natural as he turned and asked, "What's what?"

"Whatever you have to say," Sister replied.

"Who says I want to say anything? Didn't you notice I was just leaving?" Ezra pointed out.

"I never said you wanted to say it. I can feel the conflict emanating from within you. It's practically screaming through the Force," said Sister.

"You sound like Kanan," Ezra commented.

"Let's not go that far," muttered Sister. "If you're going to say something then just say it. I'm not planning on sticking around much longer if you and Captain Death Wish decide to commit suicide on that Star Destroyer."

Ezra knew he was at what Kanan would call a crossroads. Whatever happens now, whether or not the others were rescued and Sister lived depended upon his next words. Yet the more he thought about it, the more he realized there was only one choice. He couldn't sacrifice one friend to save three others. No matter how much he wanted to save them, he wouldn't do at the expense of another friend. Ezra wasn't completely certain whether Second Sister considered him a friend or not but he did feel that he was probably the closest thing she had to one.

Ezra took a deep breath as he sat down at the table opposite of Sister. "I had a vision," he sighed.

"What did you see?" asked Sister. She didn't seem surprised by this.

"I was on a ship, an Imperial ship. It must be the one where Kanan, Sabine, and Zeb are because I saw them with us trying to escape," explained Ezra.

"Then why are you so on edge? Shouldn't you be shouting this to everyone onboard?" inquired Sister. She didn't need more than a second to figure out. "What else did you see?"

"I…saw you fighting the Grand Inquisitor. He stabbed you in the chest," sighed Ezra.

"Did I die?" asked Sister, remarkably calm considering what she just heard.

"I don't know," Ezra admitted. The two of them sat in silence for maybe a minute but it felt like an hour. Sister said nothing and her face revealed nothing. Ezra didn't have a clue what she was thinking. He started to wonder if he made a mistake in saying anything. There's no way Sister would help them now and Ezra, Chopper, and Hera couldn't pull off a rescue by themselves.

"Why did you tell me that?" Sister whispered. "You had to know by telling me that, there's no way I'm going to help you rescue your friends now."

"Because you're also my friend," replied Ezra.

Sister's eyes widened in shock. For the first time since Ezra had met her, Second Sister was completely speechless. The former Inquisitor wasn't one to reveal her emotions or reveal any clues of her inner thoughts but it was written all over her face. She was completely stunned.

"Is this some kind of reverse psychology to try and get me to help you?!" Sister suddenly shouted, rising to her feet.

Ezra was caught off guard by her sudden hostility. "What? No!" he protested.

Sister didn't care what else he had to say, storming out of the room. That certainly didn't end the way Ezra was expecting. He didn't expect Sister to suddenly turn into a Jedi and help them but he also didn't expect such hostility. He sighed as he tried to tell himself he did the right thing. But Ezra couldn't help but feel guilty. Kanan, Sabine, and Zeb's fates were sealed.

Sister stormed off the Ghost, putting as much distance as she could from the ship. She needed to be as far away from anyone as possible to get some air. Ezra was just manipulating her, he had to be. The Jedi Council, Pong Krell, Vader, the other Inquisitors, they all betrayed her one after another. Even Sister's own mother betrayed her, handing over her own infant daughter to the Jedi without putting up any resistance. Sister saw the report filed by the Jedi who brought her to the Temple. Mother gave her away on her first meeting with the Jedi representatives and without any kind of persuasion. No one ever really cared about her.

Sister felt so much emotion that it was difficult to describe exactly what she was feeling. She wanted to scream in fury, she wanted to cry, she wanted to take out her lightsaber to smash the nearby clusters of rocks, she wanted to run and hide then allow anyone else see her emotional state. Anger, sorrow, shock, fear, so many different emotions and yet the most shocking was feeling one emotion that she couldn't remember the last time she even felt it.

Hope. It was a word who's meaning Sister had almost forgotten. Not once did she ever feel like things could get better during her time as an Inquisitor. It was nothing more than a series of events filled with blood, screams, and pain. The other Inquisitors all gorged themselves on the suffering of others, lapping it up like Kath Hounds licking blood from a bowl. Sister used to be the same but now all she felt apathy and indifference towards others. She didn't care about anyone and no one cared about her.

Yet for the first time in so long, Sister actually felt moved to hear someone calling her a friend. She shouldn't want such emotional connections, they made her weak. Trust was always betrayed.

"Let me out of here!" Varra screamed, banging on the energy shield utilized as a cell door. The brig was a cylinder shaped shaft with holding cells littering the circular wall like the holes one would see inside an insect hive. Most of them were filled with Umbaran military officers captured during the capture of the airbase. Yet there were now two prisoners who weren't Umbaran but members of the Republic Army who were locked away by their own allies.

Varra had been shackled with stasis cuffs and shoved into a cell, all the clone troopers refusing to speak to her save for one. Private Dogma had also been locked away as well apparently for not going along with Captain Rex's insurrection. To say that Varra was furious was an understatement. Her Master had run off into the nearby jungle leaving her to fend for herself, the clones had arrested her for no reason, and everything had turned into anarchy. The inmates of the prison were able to speak to each other if they yelled loud enough and Varra was informed by Dogma that Rex's account of the two clone armies engaging each other was accurate though he disagreed with what the rest of his fellow clones were doing.

What Varra didn't understand was how all of this could have happened. Master Krell couldn't have done something so incompetent as to put two Clone Battalions into the same area with information that Umbarans were using clone trooper armor. Varra would have attributed it to maybe misinformation on the clone's part at least until she saw her Master's laughter when confronted. The Jedi Master was emanating anger and hatred through the Force, something Krell had never done before in all the years Varra had known him. What was going on?

"Captain Rex! Sergeant Appo!" Varra screamed, trying to make enough ruckus to hopefully get someone's attention. She's been at it for hours with no success but she also wasn't going to give up. There was nothing else she could do. Normally in a situation like this, Varra would sit down and mediate to purge herself of all emotions. It would calm her down, strengthen her mental focus to use the Force, and also help pass the time. But Varra found she couldn't do it. Not with all that's happened. Was her Master a traitor? She needed answers and she needed them now.

Varra had no idea how long she'd been shouting before a group of figures entered the building. She had trouble getting a good look at them but she knew it was more than one person. They stepped onto a force field stationed on the top floor that was utilized as an elevator. The force field spun as it descended down the shaft and Varra could finally make out its passengers.

At least seven clones stood guard as six clones were holding an unconscious Pong Krell, dragging the Besalisk by his four shackled arms. The elevator came to a halt on the same level as Varra. One of the clones tapped a button on one of the levitating terminals, opening the empty cell between Varra and Dogma. The clones hauled the Jedi Master inside and dumped him on the floor. They quickly exited and activated the force field, not wanting to be around him any longer then they have to. Varra sensed it had more to do with their fear of him then their hatred.

"Where is Captain Rex? I want to speak to him now!" Varra shouted at the clones but they ignored her as the elevator ascended back up the shaft. Varra had no choice but to wait either until the clones return or Master Krell awakens. An impatient Varra paced back and forth in her cell, her frustration growing by the second. The clones imprisoning her without cause infuriated her which was only amplified by her Master's sudden strange and violent behavior. The waiting was killing her and her Jedi lessons of patience and peace were all but forgotten.

Krell moaned as he began to stir. Finally some answers. Varra watched as the Besalisk slowly began to regain consciousness. "Master what is going on?" she demanded.

The Jedi Master…or maybe that was the wrong word as Varra could feel the anger emanating from him just like in control room of the Communications Tower. Pong Krell no longer felt like a Jedi Master or even a Jedi at all. "Blasted clones," Krell cursed as he sat up.

"What is going on here Master?" Varra called out.

Krell threw her an annoyed look. "You haven't figured out yet? I can't believe I once saw potential in you," he scoffed.

"What are you talking about?" Varra shouted, slamming her fists against her cell.

The elevator above them began to spiral downwards. Varra glanced up to see Captain Rex, Fives, Tup, and Jesse descending to their level.

Rex glanced at Dogma before approaching Master Krell. "Why General? Why kill your own men?" he demanded.

Krell chuckled as he rose to his feet. "Because I can, because you fell for it, because your inferior," he mocked.

"But you're a Jedi. How could you?" Rex protested.

"A Jedi?" laughed Krell. "I am no longer naïve enough to be a Jedi. A new power is rising. I've foreseen it. The Jedi are going to lose this war and the Republic will be ripped apart from the inside. In its place is going to rise a new order and I will rule as part of it."

"You're a Separatist," spat Rex.

"I serve no one's side, only my own and soon my new master," shrugged Krell.

"You're talking about Dooku aren't you? You're a Sith!" shouted a furious Varra.

"Not yet but when I get out of here, I will be. After I've succeeded in driving the Republic from Umbara, the Count will reward me for my actions and make me his new apprentice," smiled Krell.

"That's why you had me ready that ship in secret. You wanted the 501st and 212th to slaughter each other while you escaped on that shuttle. And what exactly was your plan after that? Fly to Umbaran controlled territory or Separatist space and surrender yourself? Did you really think I'd just go along with that?" Varra accused.

"You were always so trusting Varra, you'd do whatever I asked. It's why you are weak and there is no room for weakness in what is to come. Once I have gained an audience with Count Dooku, I would have proven my loyalty by cutting you in half," Krell said proudly.

Varra felt like she had just been stabbed in the chest. It was the ultimate act of betrayal to murder someone who trusted you like a Father and something only a Sith was truly capable of. Such an action would prove his commitment to the dark side as there is no greater evil then to kill someone for your own personal gain.

"I trusted you, believed in you. I did everything you've ever asked and you were going to lead me like a nerf to the slaughter!" yelled Varra, wanting more than anything to rip through her cell and throttle her Master's neck with her bare hands. Correction, he wasn't her Master.

Krell laughed, "That is the way of the universe. The strong take from the weak."

Dogma yelled something to the Besalisk but Varra wasn't paying attention. Her eyes and concentration were firmly fixed on Krell. She didn't just want to hurt him, she wanted him dead. Varra could feel her anger growing, her connection to the Force growing but not in the way the Jedi strengthen it. They calm themselves whereas Varra was the exact opposite. Her raw emotions were feeding her power in the Force as she allowed herself to experience the dark side for the very first time. It felt nothing like her old mediations and yet she couldn't deny how much stronger she felt.

Rex and the clones ascended back up the shaft and left the building, leaving Dogma and Varra fuming while Krell was seated with a proud smirk on his face. He probably thought he would escape and getaway with all of this. It only made Varra want to kill him even more.

A few minutes later, Rex and the clones returned. The shields in front of Varra and Dogma's cells were deactivated. Fives grabbed Dogma out of his cell while Varra was escorted out by Jesse. "What's going on?" demanded Varra.

"General Kenobi has taken the capital city but the remaining Umbaran forces are heading this way. Most of the airbases automated defenses have been sabotaged so we're going to need every possible soldier on the perimeter," explained Rex. They must be desperate if they were freeing Dogma and Varra to join the battle.

"What about him?" Varra asked, referring to Krell.

Rex simply pulled out his pistol and approached the Besalisk's cell. "Turn around and step toward the wall," he ordered.

Krell's smirk faded as he did as he was told. "On your knees," Rex added.

Varra couldn't believe what was seeing. Rex was going to execute her Master. Killing an unarmed prisoner was a capital crime under Republic law but the clone captain had to know that. Either he was killing the former Jedi to prevent him from being taken by the Umbarans or he was getting revenge for the death of his clone brothers. As far as Varra was concerned, she didn't really care why just as long as he was dead.

Krell's cell deactivated as Rex aimed his blaster directly as the Besalisk's head. "You're in a position of power now. How does it feel?" Krell mocked.

"I said on your knees," hissed Rex.

Krell lowered himself onto his knees then said, "It feels good doesn't it? But I can sense your fear. You're shaking aren't you?"

Varra glared at Rex, irritated that he was stalling. "What are you waiting for? The Umbarans are getting closer," continued Krell.

"I have to do this," Rex said, as if to convince himself that he was doing the right thing. That's when Varra realized that her double-bladed lightsaber was hooked on the Captain's belt. She wasn't sure why he was carrying it but it gave her an opportunity.

"You can't do it can you?" mocked Krell. That was the last straw for Varra. If Rex couldn't do it then she would.

"Eventually you'll have to do the right thing and…" Krell continued.

Varra shoved Jesse away and throw out her hands, summoning her lightsaber to her. Everyone was caught completely off guard as she ignited a single energy blade and slash apart her restraints. She then leaped in the air towards Krell's open cell. A voice in the back of her mind screamed at her to stop, that this wasn't the Jedi way. Varra ignored it as she passed over a stunned Rex and aimed her blade directly at Krell's heart as she descended.

A slight tingle emanated from Sister's left finger. She hadn't been clenching her fist so it couldn't have been caused by a lack of blood flow. An examination revealed it wasn't discolored either. That meant only one thing and it was the worst possible answer. The Sclophamin levels were starting to build up enough in her blood to cause the first symptoms of toxicity. Soon the numbness would spread to the rest of her body then weakness in the muscles followed by difficulty breathing and finally death. Time was running out.

Preserving her life didn't mean much anymore especially since she was as good as dead but yet Ezra did give her a glimmer of hope. He saw a vision of Sister battling the Grand Inquisitor. The two of them have unfinished business and this might be the last chance for revenge. Sure she was stabbed in the end but as the old Jedi saying goes: The future is always in motion. All Sister needed to know was if there was just a chance of getting close to her adversary and that was good enough for her.

Ezra was lying on his bunk bed, feeling completely stupid and useless. He had actually made things worse by revealing his vision to Sister even though he felt it was the right thing to do. Kanan would have been proud of him though, it may not have been the convenient thing to do but it was what a Jedi would do. Still it didn't make him feel any better.

A knock disturbed his misery. "Yeah?" he called out.

The door opened as Sister stepped inside, probably going to say goodbye. She made it clear she wasn't going to help save the others now so there wasn't any other reason to be here.

"Let's go kid. We've got a lot of planning to do," Sister said.

Ezra frowned, "Planning?"

"Well your friends aren't going to save themselves and storming that Star Destroyer is going to take precise planning so get moving," Sister replied before heading back outside.

Ezra couldn't believe it. She changed her mind, she actually changed her mind. Ezra jumped off his bunk and quickly rushed outside to join up with Sister.

"What changed your mind?" he asked.

"You said I'll face the Grand Inquisitor and we have some unfinished business. This could be my last chance for revenge," Sister answered.

"But...I saw you die," Ezra said, worried.

"The future is never certain. If there's a chance I can face that wretched Pau'an then that's good enough for me," Sister explained.

"And Kanan, Sabine, and Zeb?" Ezra asked, wondering where they were on her priorities.

"Something tells me if we free them, the Grand Inquisitor will come to us," Sister replied.

"You know you're not as evil as you pretend to be," smiled Ezra.

"The crew on that Star Destroyer won't agree with you once we get onboard," quipped Sister.

The lightsaber shook in Varra's hands as it dawned on her what she just did. Her Master's corpse was lying on the floor with a large cauterized hole on his back still emitting smoke. Varra wanted him dead so badly that it was all she could think about and yet now all she felt remorse and cold. Varra had been taught since she was a toddler about the dangers of the Dark Side and to resist it. Yet all of those lessons and resistance collapsed in the face of her Master's betrayal and the darkness was intoxicating at first but now it only left her cold. This wasn't who she was. She wasn't a murderer, she didn't gun down an unarmed prisoner in cold blood. She was a Jedi or at least wanted to become one. They didn't do something like this.

"Commander," a voice spoke. Varra snapped out of her shock as she turned and realized Rex was standing next to her. He wasn't angry but slightly stunned.

"I…" Varra tried to say but couldn't find the words to speak.

"You did the right thing. Had he escaped, he would have defected to the Separatists and handed over all our intel. There's no telling how much damage he could have inflicted on the Republic if he lived," Rex said, trying to justify her actions. If it was so right then why didn't Rex just shoot Krell himself?

The whole building shook, nearly knocking everyone off their feet. "Captain Rex! The Umbarans are attacking the Northern perimeter. We need reinforcements!" Sergeant Appo's voice shouted through the com.

"Hold on Sergeant. Help is on the way. All squads converge on the Northern perimeter," Rex spoke in his wrist com.

The Captain turned his attention back to Varra. "Commander I need everyone capable of holding a weapon on the front line. I'm sorry things turned out the way they did. We should have trusted you but right now we need your help," he said.

That explained why Rex was carrying her lightsaber. He was going to give it back to her once he dealt with Master Krell.

The building shook again. The imprisoned Umbarans started shouting from their cells, shouting with excitement that soon they would be free.

Varra glanced at the nervous shaking in her hands, clenching them shut to make them stop. She needed to focus and restore balance. Taking a deep breath, Varra nodded her head. "Let's go."

(Okay I know there's no action this chapter and I'm sorry for that. Originally this was going to be longer but I felt that it should focus more on Varra and Ezra. You might notice I left her real motives ambiguous and that's because Varra was lying to herself about them. She doesn't want to admit there's another reason for her to go on a possible suicide mission other then revenge.)