Ahsoka POV...

"We're leaving already? But we just got here, like, three days ago!" Mara protested.

"Welcome to a galaxy at war Mara," I replied, walking up the hill to where the Knight Hawk was parked near the cliff. I could see Jarik in discussion with Stoick and Gobber from this distance. "Things are very challenging right now."

"What makes it different than before?" she questions.

I turned to look at her. "Before, everything was small, with us gathering intel while also giving out missions to small rebel cells. Those days are over," I explain. "The Rebellion is growing, and the Empire is becoming more desperate to wipe us out because of it."

"Last time dad's identity was exposed by Thrawn we hid out here for months," she pointed out, still not entirely understanding.

I sighed, rubbing my forehead. "Last time, the Empire knew nothing about what any of us were doing, and we preferred to keep it that way. But now that we're more involved with the Rebellion, and since Vader knows I'm alive, there's no point in hiding."

"So why not stay hidden from Vader until his search for us lessens a bit?" she suggests.

"Vader won't give up his search for me or Jarik," I told her seriously. "In all honesty, being on Ahch-To for too long can put Berk and the rest of the planet at risk from the Empire. Darth Sidious and Vader are powerful, and they would sense us and track us here eventually."

She sighs in obvious disappointment, but nods her head in understanding. "Alright mom," she says sadly.

I put a hand on her shoulder with an apologetic expression. "I'm sorry Mara, but this is the way things are for the time being," I replied.

With that being said, we turned and headed towards the ship, approaching Jarik and the others, who glanced our way at our approach. "We ready?" he asks.

"We are," I replied with a nod.

"This has been a fast visit, but I still must thank you for the help you gave us during our time of need against the Outcasts." Stoick says gratefully.

"It was no problem," Mara commented with a small smile.

"Just be wary of Calder though. He is far from a truly proficient Force user, but is still a very dangerous opponent against any other person," I reminded them.

"Ah, we've got some tricks of our own. We'll be fine," Gobber comments, waving a hand.

"Wait! Wait up!" a voice suddenly yells from above us.

We all look up to see Toothless and Stormfly descending through the air towards us, Zenna flapping alongside them. Hiccup and Astrid were on the backs of their respective dragons, and they quickly landed, Zenna quickly rushing towards Mara with alarmed chirps. Hiccup and Astrid then followed, heading towards us. Mara gave Zenna a quick hug on her head and scratched her behind the neck, and young dragon rumbling against her.

"You guys are leaving already? But you just got here!" Hiccup said in bewilderment.

"That's what I said!" I exclaimed in exasperation.

"War is a tough deal Hiccup. Especially when fighting against an Empire with essentially a small batch of scraps," Jarik said.

Stoick nods his head in agreement. "I can understand that."

"There's also another concern we have, that staying on Ahch-To for too long at one time could risk endangering you," I added.

"How? I thought nobody else knew about us," Astrid questioned in confusion.

"Sadly, the Emperor is the most powerful Force user in the whole galaxy right now, and his senses are tremendous." Jarik explained. "Since we're practically at the top of their most wanted list, they'll be searching for us constantly. Eventually he'll find us, and will bring the full might of the Empire on everyone."

"Still can't believe the power these, 'Sith' have." Stoick says with a concerned frown.

"How long... would we last if the Empire were, to ever find us?" Hiccup questioned with a hint of worry.

Me and Jarik share a look before I replied. "Minutes. All they have to do is bombard you from orbit with a single Star Destroyer, and the whole island of Berk would be completely destroyed."

They all widened their eyes in alarm and disbelief, and Toothless rumbles sadly, gaining some general understanding of what we were talking about.

"Well... that would be a problem," Gobber commented.

"You think?" Mara retorted sarcastically.

"Guess the name 'Star Destroyer' sounds appropriate," Hiccup deadpanned.

"Oh yeah," Jarik said in agreement.

Mara continued petting and scratching Zenna, the young dragon refusing to let go of her, clinging to her legs. "Uh, a little help?" she said sheepishly.

Astrid sighed but stepped forwards with a smile. "Here, I've got her. Come on Zenna," she said, pulling her away from Mara. Zenna squawked in alarm and clung even tighter, but with the combined effort of both girls, they eventually managed to separate them. Astrid continued the comforting petting and scratching, while Zenna gave a warble of sadness.

"I'll be back soon Zenna, promise you," Mara told her with a sad smile.

"Better make sure she doesn't sneak onto the ship this time," Jarik muttered.

"I'll catch you later then?" Hiccup asks her, and she shrugs.

"Kick some Imperial butt will ya?" Astrid adds, and she nods her head with a grin.

"Until next time," Jarik says in goodbye, and the two of us walk up the ramp into the ship, Mara following after us.

"Good luck out there!" Stoick calls after us.

"Well, in our experience there is no such-" Jarik starts to recite mockingly before a slap his arm. "What?" he protests.

"Really?" I ask with a raised eyebrow. "You really gonna say that?"

"What's wrong with making fun of that crappy line anyways?" Jarik retorts.

I shake my head with an exasperated but amused sigh, and Mara suppresses a giggle as Jarik goes off on a rant about the whole luck statement the old Jedi Order used to have.

"I mean seriously, is luck so nonexistant that the Force is really going to influence someone's game of Sabacc?" he continued, the ramp closing behind us.


Boil BOV...

I watch eagerly as Rex and Zeb continue their game of Dejarik, the Lasat looking obviously frustrated while Rex grinned. During the game, Kanan and Ezra both entered the room, but I gave it no mind, watching as Zeb made his play, moving his creature forwards a few spaces. I can't help but grin, immediately knowing what Rex was going to do to win the game.

"Ha ha!" he declares victoriously. The Dejarik monster squeals as it gets taken down by Rex's monster. "Chalk another one up for the clone."

I let out a small laugh as Zeb growls in frustration and disbelief, rubbing his head. "Takes more than brawn to win this game, big guy." Rex adds.

"Maybe I let you win, old guy." Zeb retorts with a chuckle.

"You serious Zeb? What's the strategy in letting the enemy beat you on the battlefield?" I counter with a raised eyebrow. "You've got to secure that win if you want to actually beat this guy," I add, gesturing towards Rex.

Zeb rolls his eyes while Rex gives me a glare, and I shrug.

"Lock it down." Sabine suddenly says. I look over to see the astromech lock himself to the ground with his magnetics, and share a smirk with Rex. This should be good.

"Come on Ezra, focus." Kanan urges.

Ezra closed his eyes and stretched out an arm towards Chopper. So far nothing was happening, aside from a few shudders from Chopper.

"Focus. Use the Force. Look through the Force." Kanan says, and I roll my eyes. Oh, the Jarik from back in the day with laugh at the attempts to be all mystical like that. "Lift Chopper up, picture it in your mind."

Chopper now begins to shake and shudder violently, but still he doesn't lift up. Sabine watches him with a grin, while me and Rex share a glance, shaking our heads. Ezra's expression becomes more unsure despite him trying hard, and eventually he lowers his arm in a small amount of exhaustion, and defeated and disheartened look on his face.

"I can't! I- I can't do it," he stammered sadly.

"Hey, kid, while you're looking through the Force, don't forget to look with your eyes too," Rex says, pointing towards Chopper. "The droid's got his feet locked down."

Ezra widens his eyes before glaring angrily at Chopper, while he and Sabine both laugh in amusement at the prank. I give off a brief chuckle as Ezra growls in frustration.

"It's not fair!" he complains.

"Real battles usually aren't." Kanan told him.

"You know, if Jarik could hold two clone troopers in the air while clinging to the wall to avoid a squad of Commando droids at your age, lifting a locked down garbage can should be easy," I commented.

Chopper beeped loudly at me in anger, and I waved a hand. "Oh get over it, you're not nearly as insufferable as R5," I retorted, and he grumbled.

"I don't know if I could do what you said Jarik did," Ezra replied with uncertainty.

"The Jedi general I served combined the Force with his wits, and it made him a great warrior." Rex says proudly, standing up.

"Ezra's got plenty of wits. What he needs is more discipline." Kanan argues, walking towards Rex while Ezra rolls his eyes. I cross my arms and let out an aggravated sigh.

"Here we go again," I muttered.

The door opened to reveal Hera walking through, while Rex replied to Kanan's comment. "Well, then you better let a soldier handle that."

"Excuse me?" he demanded with a dangerous look.

"Sabine, I have a mission for you and Chop." Hera says, ignoring the two. Everyone was used to their bickering by now, but it was still annoying. "Thanks to Captain Rex and Boil I've found an old base where we might be able to salvage some much needed medical supplies. Zeb," she called out.

"Hmm. Huh?" he questions.

"You should go to," she replies, and he lets out a sigh.

"Better find the med supplies quick, Captain Wits is about to need them." Kanan says mockingly.

"HA!" I exclaim in sarcastic amusement. "You wish."

Rex lets out a laugh as well. "So, there's where the boy's lack of discipline comes from," he says with a frown, raising an eyebrow at Kanan. "Hmm?"

"You're saying I lack discipline?" Kanan asks irritably. Hera glances between the two and raises her hands silently in irritation as she walks away.

"Yeah, that's exactly what I said," I retorted.

"Here we go again." Ezra says, and I glance between him and the other two, nodding my head in agreement. I then notice Sabine, Zeb and Chopper entering the Phantom, and cough to get Ezra's attention.

He looks at me curiously, and I gesture for the hatch. "Why don't you scamper along with them?" I suggest.

He looks at the ladder before grinning. "Yeah, I like that idea," he agrees, rushing up the ladder to join the team.

Kanan gives a sarcastic laugh, scoffing lightly. "Funny, but a soldier's discipline can't compare to a Jedi's. It takes far more discipline not to fight," he challenges.

I throw my head back and start laughing at that comment, Kanan and Rex turning to look at me, the former with an irritated look. "Something funny to you?" he demands.

"Sorry Kanan but I gotta side with Rex on this one. The idea of Jarik having much discipline during the Clone War was a joke," I recalled, and Rex chuckles in agreement. "Yet he was still one of the greatest Jedi."

"Not everything is about rushing into battle with a lightsaber or blaster in your hand," he retorts angrily.

"Oh, so you're just going to ask the Empire to lay down their weapons and give up?" Rex questions sarcastically.

"No, that isn't what I meant!" Kanan replies defensively. "What I meant is that Ezra's got to learn to stay in the moment, be present. You got it, Ezra?" he says, turning around and seeing the kid not there. He looks up angrily as the hatch was closed off. "Ezra!" he calls out.

"Now if you two are done arguing like an old married couple, or better yet like Commander Shan and Commander Tano, I'll be off doing my own thing while Ezra does his," I tell them with a grin.


Knight Hawk; Space

3rd person POV...

While traveling through hyperspace to the location of Phoenix Squadron, Jarik, Ahsoka and Mara had a brief meal of simple foods together. Not much was said aside from a retelling of the events on Berk against the Outcasts, and a short discussion about the appearance of Calder and his Force power. However it wasn't too long before Jarik had finished his food, picking up a canteen of water and excusing himself to the bedroom for a nap. Ahsoka and Mara both watched him go, with looks mixing from confusion and concern.

"What's dad's deal?" she asked.

"He's just stressed out from a lot of what's been happening recently," Ahsoka replied sadly. "A lot of which involves Vader, and his visions."

"Any idea what he sees in his visions?" Mara questions.

"Not exactly," she replied. "But it is something really bad, something that'll be coming in the future. He can't keep from worrying about it."

Mara pursed her lips but didn't press further. "Well that sucks," she comments.

"I can surely imagine it does," Ahsoka replies in agreement. She could recall the state and worry that she was in when she kept receiving visions of Aurra Sing's plot to assassinate Padmé back in the Clone Wars. She stood up from her chair, also mostly finished eating.

"I'll go talk to him, see if he's alright," she decides.

"You seem to give him 'comforting' talks a lot," Mara points out.

"I guess I do..." Ahsoka admits slowly, heading towards the bedroom. "There was a lot I missed when I left the Jedi Order."

Mara watches her go with a raised eyebrow, a hint of suspicion on her face. There was something Jarik and Ahsoka both knew that they weren't telling her. She trusted both of them with her life, and always would, but she knew they were choosing not to tell her about some very important things, and she didn't like it too much, even if their reasons may be good.

She shrugged to herself and went back to eating.


Imperial Star Destroyer; Space

3rd person POV...

The Fifth Brother stood in front of the viewport on the bridge, staring out into space with a hard gaze, sensing through the Force for hints about Ahsoka Tano and Jarik Shan. Nearby, the Third Brother was also standing at the viewport, although keeping himself a little separate from Fifth Brother, never being one for teamwork. Instead of searching for Tano and Shan however, he was in reality searching through the Force on his own, secret assignment, the Jedi more of a side item. He knew with absolute certainty of the powerful stone that lay underneath Vader's castle, and the Sith Lord's attempts to unlock it, but getting there was the problem.

One did not enter Lord Vader's property without a death wish, and even then officers or Imperial's did not return alive from being summoned by him. The problem Third Brother tried to figure out was how to sneak down to Vader's castle on Mustafar without being caught...

"These mystics are unnecessary. I don't know why Lord Vader insists on sending them." Konstantine's voice spoke quietly to Agent Kallus in obvious irritation, unintentionally catching Third Brother's attention.

"Agent Kallus, I may have something," an officer reports, and both Imperial officials head towards the console. "A power surge at a decommissioned medical station in Sector 11. Could be Rebels."

This also draws the Fifth Brother's attention into the conversation as well, and he frowns thoughtfully, striding over towards the officers. Third Brother knew he could sense the rebels being the cause of the power surge, but aside from his perception in the Force, he detested his fellow Inquisitor. The man was nothing more than a brute, overconfident in his power and authority, with not much skill in combat aside from his use of the Force.

"Could be anything, a malfunction or even scavengers." Kallus adds with doubt.

"No, I sense the ones we seek." Fifth Brother suddenly booms from behind them, and both Kallus and Konstantine whip around in surprise, slightly startled. Third Brother also approaches, frowning behind his mask.

"One of your disturbances, I assume. Very well. Admiral, set a course for this medical station." Kallus decides in resignation.

"Your assistance is unnecessary, Agent Kallus. I shall go alone." Fifth Brother declares confidently.

"You will not be going on this alone Fifth Brother," Third Brother states, walking after him.

Fifth Brother turns around the glare at the other Inquisitor. "You question my strength and competence, Third Brother?" he demands angrily.

"Yes, I do." Third Brother retorts, glaring behind the mask as he walks by. "You are as clumsy as you are stupid."

Fifth Brother scowls furiously at the Third Brother, but doesn't challenge him. Despite his arrogance in his strength and power, he knows the Third Brother to be much more dangerous than he is, which in the Inquisitorius rankings makes him his superior. He follows after him with clenches fists, while Kallus and Konstantine both share a slightly worried look with each other.


Jarik POV...

Jedi never received dreams. They received visions. It was rare to receive one though, and even rarer to receive a positive vision at that. So as I slept for my nap, I saw a short vision, surprise surprise, and it wasn't very good for me to see.

Floating in space was a Republic Medical Station, however it was obviously abandoned a long time ago. Then I got to see inside the station, several hallways dark and gloomy, the ceiling falling apart and a whole bunch of mess. In the hallways, I saw a single figure slinking through, garbed in completely black clothing with a pointed helmet, their figure appearing more feminine. While not feeling very powerful at all, I could definitely sense the dark side coming from them... as well as something familiar. The figure approached a boy on the ground in an orange jumpsuit with very dark hair, with a bluish tint I recognized as Ezra.

They then turned around, opening up their face mask, but it was no help, as their face was still shrouded in shadow from the dark hallway. Then a crimson lightsaber blade was activated, lighting up their face...

I opened my eyes, looking up at the ceiling with a sigh. I then sat up in bed and rubbed my face, mumbling to myself some choice words about the Force for showing me annoyingly depressing and worrying visions all the time. But there was something that couldn't be ignored, and I could still feel it. Whatever that was, Ezra and who knows who else could be in possible danger from this new Inquisitor... yet something is striking familiar about er presence, I can't understand why.

The door to the room opened, and I looked up to see Ahsoka enter, a look of concern on her face. "You alright?" she questions.

I frown thoughtfully before replying. "Yeah, I'm fine but... I don't know about Ezra."

She narrows her eyes, immediately getting the situation. "What did you see?"

"I think he may be in trouble, possibly captured by an Inquisitor," I told her. "At an abandoned Medical Station."


Republic Medical Station

3rd person POV...

Ezra lifted the grate off of the vent, pushing it out of the way with a loud, echoing clang.

"Chopper!" he called out, raising my head above the grates. He climbed out and then offered a hand to help Sabine out of the vents as well. She turned on her flashlight, and the two rushed down the hallway in the direction Chopper was supposed to be.

"Chopper, where are you?" Ezra yelled again.

The sound of Chopper got their attention, and they looked down the hallway to their right, seeing a red light in the darkness, from which came Chopper's echoing voice. However whatever it was, certainly didn't look anything like Chopper.

"Chopper?" Sabine asked in bewilderment.

What was supposed to be Chopper, but actually wasn't floated a little bit closer, and they could see that it wasn't Chopper at all, rather some strange little floating droid, making creepy little noises and staring at them with a beady, glowing red eye, pincers on its arms snapping lightly. Behind the droid, a figure stalks forwards slowly, not yet noticed by the two rebels.

"What is that?" Ezra asked warily.

"It looks like a... probe droid?" Sabine guesses.

The droid then floats upwards and moves behind it to perch on a woman's shoulder, which Ezra and Sabine now took notice of, immediately suspicious and wary. The woman was clad in all black clothing, with some armor pieces covering her torso, and a long pointed helmet on her head, a mask covering her face. On her waist was a short skirt, and she looked at them.

"My pet told me you were here. I've been searching for you for some time," she spoke, her voice slightly altered by the mask.

"A, bounty hunter?" Ezra guessed hesitantly.

"Guess again," she replied mockingly. A moment later she pulled out a lightsaber and activated it, the crimson colored blade bathing her mask in a red glow. The droid on her shoulder snapped its claws together threateningly.

Ezra gasped but pulled out his own lightsaber a moment later, a fierce glare on his face. As the woman slinked closer to them, lightsaber held in front of her with the droid floating behind her, Ezra and Sabine backed up warily.

"You're an Inquisitor." Ezra immediately deduced.

"Oh, good, I don't have to explain it to you," she purred, clenching her hands with long fingernails shaped like claws in satisfaction. "So, you know what comes next!" she adds gleefully, reaching out for them. Two more probe droids suddenly appear from behind her back as well. Ezra scowls at her, but Sabine raises her blasters.

"Run!" she exclaims, letting loose a few shots at the swiftly approaching droids. They rush down the hall, turning around a corner and facing the droids, Sabine firing her blasters at them. Ezra tries to swing at one with his lightsaber, but the droids are very quick, evading the blaster shots and his lightsaber, while the Seventh Sister stalks forwards toward them.

Ezra swings his lightsaber and rushes past the droids, charging for the Seventh Sister. He swings his lightsaber at her, but she easily deflects it and retaliates with another strike, forcing Ezra to block with a grunt. She then shoves him away and activates a second blade, the lightsabers spinning feature going into motion, forcing Ezra back.

"Like Kanan said, it's never a fair fight," he recalled uneasily.

A few feet away, Sabine continues to try and shoot at the droids, but one latches onto her arm, shocking her with electric bursts. She grunts in pain and slams her arm against a broken piece of machinery, forcing the droid away with a small shriek, and she tries firing at them again. Seventh Sister swings her lightsaber at Ezra, but he jumped back, and then jumps on top of a crate with a groan to evade her wildly swinging lightsaber. She then whirls around and kicks him in the chest, sending him flying back to slide next to Sabine.

"We need to find Zeb and Chopper." Sabine says, and he gets up with a groan, rubbing his head.

"Yeah, that way," he decides.

He gets up, and the two turn around the corner, running as fast as they can before coming to a quick stop, and Sabine gasps in shock. Standing before them is a large, bulky figure also wearing armor colored black and dark grey. On his head is some sort of strange, wide brimmed helmet, and his skin is an unnatural gray. He also activates a red Inquisitorial lightsaber, a savage grin on his face.

"Not who we're looking for," Ezra says frightfully, and they run back down the corridor they came from, turning left. "How many of these guys are there?"

"Two!" Sabine yells back.

As Seventh Sister stalks after them, she glances down the hallway to see what made them turn around in such a way and scowls to herself, seeing the Fifth Brother. Still, she persists, finding capturing the Jedi and the Mandalorian much more important than dealing with her fellow Inquisitor. Ezra and Sabine reach a blocked doorway, and after a few seconds she manages to get the door to open. A quick glance behind them shows the Seventh Sister approaching fast, despite walking slowly.

"Go, go, go, go." Sabine yells.

They try to run down the corridor, passing by another hallway, but before they could get much further a door in front of them opens to reveal another figure, standing before them with a black mask on. Ezra widens his eyes in horror, recognizing who it was, and they also activate a lightsaber, colored red.

"Well well," he says darkly, voice altered from the mask.

"Are you kidding me?!" Ezra exclaims.

Sabine glances back down the one hallway still left open to them and runs down it. "This way!"

Ezra runs to follow after her, but before he could go through that hallway he's suddenly stopped in his tracks. He grunts in surprise, eyes wide as two of the probe droids suddenly yank him off of his feet, dragging him back to where the Seventh Sister is waiting. Sabine takes notice and runs back to him in horror. "No!" she exclaims.

One of the droids latches onto his arm, but he shakes it off and looks up, seeing her approach. He then notices a control panel on the wall and raises his lightsaber. "Sabine, run!" he cries, jabbing his lightsaber into the panel with a grunt.

"Ezra!" Sabine cries, the old doors slamming shut before she could reach him. Ezra turns around with his lightsaber raises as the Seventh Sister approaches, the Third Brother and then the Fifth Brother turning around the corner of the hallways behind her. She presses Ezra against the door, restraining him with the Force while she approaches, arm raised.

"Such a noble act, just like a Jedi," she comments.

"I'm learning," Ezra grunts. The three probe droids latch onto his two arms and shoulder, while Seventh Sister takes his lightsaber from him, holding it in her other hand.

"But not quite enough?" Seventh Sister asks tauntingly.

Just then, the Fifth Brother rushes forwards, raising his lightsaber with a savage look to his eyes.

"Fifth Brother!" the Third Brother yells furiously, rushing forwards to stop him.

Ezra widened his eyes in fear, but before the lightsaber could slice through his head, Seventh Sister raises her own blade to block his own, glancing back at him in irritation. Fifth brother glares at her for interrupting.

"I'm surprised to see both of you here." Seventh Sister comments in displeasure.

"The kill is mine!" Fifth Brother exclaims angrily with a scowl. The arm holding his lightsaber is then grabbed by the Third Brother, and he gets shoved against the wall with a fierce glare, yellow eyes hidden behind the mask.

"You clearly don't know how to hunt Jedi don't you?" he states condescendingly.

"I know well enough!" Fifth Brother retorts.

"Clearly not, considering how short-sighted you are." Seventh Sister adds, and Fifth Brother growls at them both. "We will use the boy as bait to draw in the others. Now, find the girl!" she says swiftly.

"No!" Ezra protests, but he is ignored.

"I'm watching you to make sure you don't leave any loose ends," Third Brother says with a warning tone.

The Fifth Brother growls angrily, glancing between them but relents, heading off down the hallway he came from. Third Brother stalks behind him, and two of the probe droids on Ezra's arms swiftly follow the two Inquisitor's. Ezra grabs the last droid and tries to yank it off, but to no avail, and Seventh Sister stalks forwards.

"You and I are gonna have a talk, and if you're good, maybe some of your friends will survive," she says with a purr, stroking Ezra's face her her sharp fingernail claws, and Ezra pulls back in a mixture of fear and disgust.


In the station's command center Ezra was being held prisoner, with binders clamped around his wrists. He was sitting against an old power generator, while the Seventh Sister crawl around above him like a spider, holding his lightsaber in her hand tauntingly. He glared at her as she crawled off, kneeling in front of him.

"You handle a lightsaber well apprentice," she remarks.

"Well, I've got some time if, you wanted a lesson," Ezra says tauntingly with a smirk.

The Seventh Sister then opens up her mask, revealing a Mirialan woman with yellow skin and dark red facial tattoos. What was strange about her appearance was that aside from her irises, her eyes were completely black instead of white, the Sith yellow in her irises giving the only color, something that unsettled Ezra. She gave him a small smirk as she observed him.

"You have great potential, but perhaps it is I that might teach you, as your master never achieved the rank of Jedi Knight, did he?" she asks tauntingly, sitting in a chair as her probe droid perched on her shoulder.

"Maybe not," he admitted. "But he took out the last Inquisitor, so, I think I'll just stick with him!" he says confidently with a grin.

She widens her eyes in mock surprise. "Yes, the death of the Grand Inquisitor was a surprise to all," she admits, activating Ezra's lightsaber. "Yet, it does present the rest of us with, new opportunities. There are many hunting you now, all intent on killing you, and your master. Does that frighten you?" she asks, kneeling in front of him and holding his lightsaber to his neck.

"You don't frighten me. The Second Sister was more of a threat than you could be," Ezra says back with a smug grin.

Seventh Sister frowns, standing back up. "Yes, perhaps so. Her frightening nature is rather impressive, yet her success rate shows otherwise. She was unable to capture Mara Jade as a mere baby, instead leaving her to be a problem," she comments. "I would have just killed the youngling there."

Ezra glares at her, scoffing lightly. "If you think you can kill me or Mara, you're so wrong. you would've already killed me if you had planned to," he retorts.

Seventh Sister grins at him. "Kill you?" she asks thoughtfully. "I have no plans to kill you... yet."


Elsewhere in the medical station, Fifth Brother and the Third Brother were slowly marching down the hallways, both probe droids floating beside them. As they came to an intersection, they suddenly stopped, glancing down the hallway as the droids continued onwards. They could sense the fear of two individuals, and beneath his mask, Third Brother grinned.

"Your fear betrays you rebels," he stated, marching forwards, and the Fifth Brother follows him.

Taking cover behind several crates, Sabine and Zeb both press their backs against them. Zeb glanced at Sabine, and she raised a detonator, activating the trap they set in place. In the middle of the hallway, both Inquisitors stopped and glanced around, just barely able to make out the faint sound of beeping. Third Brother narrowed his eyes.

"Fools," he muttered quietly to himself.

"Come on!" Zeb whispers harshly to her with a huff. Sabine presses the detonator to set off the explosion, but to her alarm it doesn't work. She presses it again more frantically.

"It's not working!" she whispers in a panic.

In the hallway, Third Brother holds his arm out, and the four thermal detonators detach from the sides of the walls. With a simple gesture, he sends them flying at Sabine and Zeb, forcing the two from their cover with wide eyes.

"Run!" Sabine exclaims.

The detonates explode in the air, knocking Zeb into a storage room while Sabine is slammed into a wall, hitting her head. She falls to the ground unconscious, her helmet rolling off her head. Through the smoke and bits of fire, both Inquisitors stride forwards with seeking eyes, spotting Sabine's fallen form on the ground.

"Bring the lasat with us, I'll take her," Third Brother orders.

"Why not let the droids take care of the other?" Fifth Brother demands.

I trust probe droids about as much as I trust a Jedi," Third Brother states with distaste, moving to pick up Sabine. He slings her over his shoulder and walks away towards the command center.

Fifth Brother scowls but does as he is told, walking into the storage room with narrowed eyes, glancing around. Behind a stack of crates, Zeb peeks his head out, having recovered from a slight black out, and a little dazed. Seeing the Fifth Brother, he widens his eyes in alarm.

"Oh, karabast," he mutters to himself.

"You cannot hide forever lasat," Fifth Brother states, looking around the room.

Moving as quietly as he could, Zeb slowly pulls out his bow rifle and aims at the Inquisitor. However before he could pull the trigger, his weapon is yanked out of his grasp, and the crate he was hiding behind gets thrown to the side. Fifth Brother strides forwards, moving to pull out his lightsaber. Thinking fast, Zeb yells and charges forwards, swinging his fists. Fifth Brother backpedals in a small amount of surprise but scowls, shoving Zeb's arm away, and then countering with a punch.

Zeb staggers back from the punch to the face but charges forwards again with a war cry, going to tackle the Inquisitor. Unfortunately, the Fifth Brother merely raises his arms and uses the force to slam Zeb against the far wall, knocking him out cold. Fifth Brother walks up in front of him, gazing at his unconscious from with a distasteful frown. He then grabs Zeb by the leg and starts dragging him out of the room, headed for the command center as well.


Back in the command center of the station, Seventh Sister was sitting in her chair, holding an arm out to Ezra and calling upon the Force to read his mind. He was groaning, resisting her attempts to gain what she wanted while she just frowned in disappointment.

"Why can you just not cooperate?" she asked. "Why do you compel me to inflict pain?"

Ezra groans in pain again, and she slides forwards, resting her hand on his face while he glares at her. "You know we'll find the others, so why not just tell me where they are?" she questions in an attempt to persuade him.

"Because, unlike you, I can shut up!" Ezra replies through gritted teeth. "You're like a broken protocol droid!"

"Shhh." Seventh Sister replies softly, holding her finger to his lips. She then stands back up, one hand behind her back while she gazes down at him thoughtfully. "Hmm. You hide your fear well. Poor child; if only you had the power to protect your friends," she says in mock pity with a smirk.

"Shows what you know. I'm growing more powerful every day!" Ezra retorts.

"Unfortunate there's no-one left to train you. The Jedi of old are dead," she remarks, turning around.

"Not all of them!" Ezra declares proudly.

"We know about Jarik Shan, and Ahsoka Tano." Seventh Sister informs him with a smirk.

Ezra blinks in surprise, worry and alarm seeping into him. Jarik Shan was known to the Empire so that wasn't a surprise... but Ahsoka was supposed to be unknown. How did they figure out about her?! "Who's... Ahsoka Tano?" he questions slowly in feigned confusion.

Seventh Sister sighs. "As pretty as you are," she starts to say.

Ezra raises his eyebrow in bewilderment. "What?" he asks.

Seventh Sister then activates her lightsaber, swinging it dangerously close to his face. "I only need you alive, that doesn't mean in one piece. Now, where is Jarik Shan, and Ahsoka Tano?!" she demands, pointing her lightsaber at him with a real glare on her face.

Ezra narrows his eyes, staring back at her with determination. "I'm not telling you anything," he says confidently.

"You will in time child. But my patience is growing thin. You are going to tell me the location of Ahsoka and Jarik, or start cutting," she warns him, her lightsaber inches from his throat.

He glances at the red blade uneasily but still glares back, refusing to say anything, although in her irritation, Ezra could sense somethings about her she otherwise would have kept hidden.

"Why do you want them so bad?" he retorts, narrowing his eyes. "You seem like someone with quite the grudge."

The Seventh Sister's eyes gleam at that remark, and despite her annoyance and anger with him she manages a small smirk. "Well, call it an old, clan rivalry..." she purrs.