Kanan is not doing well with his padawan's disappearance.
Kanan POV 2 hours after "The trap is set"
"Hey Ezra, just wanted to see if you needed anything since I'm going in a supply run," I asked as I walked into my padawan's private room, only to realize I didn't sense anything at all in the room, nor could I hear Ezra breathe at all. "Hera! Please tell me the force is lying to me," I called to the Twi'lek captain. My breath became panicked and uneven, there was no good reason for me not to feel my padawan's presence. He would have to be at best case he was moved to another room or using the force to mask his presence entirely, but more likely missing, or dead. The doctors had told me the reaction was pretty severe and they were amazed Ezra was still conscious by the time they gave him medical attention. His throat was so swollen he shouldn't have been able to breathe properly never mind speak, so if he hadn't learned of the cheese at the party he probably would have collapsed dead by noon tomorrow. What if the medicine didn't take effect? Or if something got damaged during one of the procedures?
Hera ran over, and from her gasp I feared the absolute worst, what insight she offered was only slightly better. "He's gone! Where is our baby boy?" we searched the room from top to bottom, Sabine and Zeb having joined in at some point. The only trace we found of him was his jacket with the com still in his pocket and an emptied syringe on a nearby nightstand. All I could feel was hollowness and guilt. I never even thought to mention Ezra's allergy, nor did I think about how he was being left alone and defenseless! It's my fault he got hurt, it's my fault he's gone… I felt a gentle hand touch my shoulder "It's OK love, we will find him, bring him home, and keep him safe" Hera spoke softly as she sat me down. "You need to breathe; we are no good to him if we're panicking like this." I looked up to her knowing full well how much fear was in my silver eyes and she wiped a forming tear away.
"He wasn't even alone for a solid two hours Hera, and we were only a minute away. I should have sensed danger, but the force, I felt nothing. Nothing Hera!" I ranted, feeling the eyes of the entire crew land on me, their gaze so full of pity and fear it felt like I was drowning in it. "I can't protect him." This time Zeb responded "Look, the kid is 17, almost 18, with a habit of getting in and out of sticky situations. Remember? By the time we find him he'll be almost out." Sabine turned towards the door, and just before she exited she called back. "I'm with Zeb on this, keep looking here, Chopper and I will see if we can find any security footage."
Sabine Pov
I met Chopper at the front help desk and explained our situation fully dispute my fears that the facility was involved somehow. That would mean Tiger is involved too, but if he is, why would he not have caught the whole crew in one fell swoop on his ship? My head hurt with questions and strained to think of who could have possibly wanted to only take Ezra. Maul is dead, and there was absolutely no damage to the facility which takes the inquisitors out of the deal, we weren't even on any imperial radar so they would have had to have been informed by someone, but still there was no collateral, none of the telltale signs of even an agent having been there. Hopefully, the footage tells us what happened.
"Here you go Miss, sorry it took me so long, I wanted to get Dr. Rauff's permission but I can't seem to find her. Oh well, since you know her nephew this should be fine," the front teller said cheerily, as she handed me a datapad containing the last 3 hours of footage for much of the facility. I hurriedly thanked her and we left the desk to go over the footage in Tiger's ship.
Kanan POV
After a while we had to leave the research vessel to prevent any suspicion of rebel involvement from befalling it, although we were delayed by Tigris's search for his aunt. We never did see her again after she left the treatment explanation, I thought as I gently rubbed the orange fabric of my padawan's jacket. I was wondering what the rest of the crew was doing and what the hell attracted this kind of bad luck for us.
The purple hologram must have formed herself in front of me, as I jumped at the sound of her sweet yet metallic voice "Mr. Jarrus, are you aware of the five new electronics attached to that jacket? If not I would happily jam their signals." Signals? So something is transmitting? Like what, trackers? "Although the jamming would only work so long as you are on board," she stated calmly. I stared at the jacket and began flipping it around hoping to find one of the 'devices' she mentioned. "I will take that as a yes on the jamming" she answered herself, and adding "Hornet has a talent for finding such devices, I shall retrieve him to aid you."
Hornet and Veronica were back about 5 minutes later, the young Quiveran was breathing hard and carried the faint smell of sweat. "Sorry for the wait Mr. Jarrus, had to finish getting my butt handed to me by Mr. Orrelios in our sparring match" the boy laughed, before sitting beside me. He became more serious as he watched me shuffling the Jacket about in my hands. Gently rubbing my back the young man tried to quell the shaking I hadn't even noticed because I was so wrapped up in this jacket, this hollow shell of a connection to my padawan, to pay attention to what my own body was telling me. To be honest I've been off my game since I got to the party, I was tripping over things and walking straight into people the force said wasn't there. Something must be messing with my perception, how else could I have missed so many obvious dangers and made so many avoidable mistakes today. "Wait, You're a force sensitive aren't you?" Hornet asked sounding panicked, I nodded absentmindedly only to be startled when the young man yelled "Fuck! Not good." I turned to face him, curious as to what made him so startled, only to feel his hand against my face moving it about and seeming to check on my eyes "Well, they're not pinprick pupils yet so you're ok right now. Tigris and Henri know more about how Aura affects Force sensitives than I do. Stay here, I'll take care of the bugs but they will tell you how to handle the energy discrepancy." he grabbed my Padawan's jacket and ran out of the room, nearly slipping on the smooth tile as he raced to go get our hosts.
Hornet POV
Oh god, oh dear god, we fucked up. I ran through the main corridor as fast as I could, the only reason I haven't fallen yet being the extra grip treads of my boots, "umph!" some female grunted as we both tumbled to the tiled floor, the shoulder of my gold armor making cracks caused by the impact. I sat up to help the woman I knocked over up, hoping it was one of my crewmates who would punch me then leave me on my way, but the Green Twi'lek pilot is the one who took my hand, looking up to me with puffy eyes. "Miss Syndulla! Please forgive me! Are you alright?!" I asked hurriedly, checking her for injuries on her arm as well as I could through her baggy orange and white flight suit. "Yea, I'm fine... What are you doing with Ezra's Jacket?" Hera asked, looking at the drape of bright orange on my shoulder with her big green eyes full of suspicion. I explained the situation as best as I could, admittedly leaving everything about aura based magic out. Still suspicious of my intentions, "I was just talking with Tigris in the cockpit. Where did you say Kanan was again?" she answered, "Main room, Thanks miss Syndulla!" I shouted both running toward the cockpit and pointing her in Kanan's general direction.
I burst in through the door before skidding to a stop. "Is everything alright Hornet?" Tiger asked, turning on autopilot and standing to face me. "Mr. Jarrus is like your dad!" I blurted, Tiger's amber eyes went wide. "He's force sensitive?" Tiger inquired, "Wait, Kanan Jarrus, I thought that name was familiar! He was supposed to be my Dad's last mission before the tribute program started. My dad is at the club, if they recognized each other we will have a huge problem. You do not want a half-Sith and a Jedi in the same room" he panicked. Looks like today is going to be a pile of crap, I thought as I told him about how the Jedi was having a poor reaction to being surrounded by Aura, Tiger knowing all too well how conflicting energies interacted, especially how concentrations of aura could damage someone's force signature if they used it around the source. Kanan must be using the force to see. That's the only way I can think of him using it since Jedi are in hiding currently, right? We quickly began trying to figure out how to solve this, and unfortunately, our best option would be to call Tiger's dad and hope he's forgiven Kanan enough to get the medic Airmid to repair the Jedi's force signature, and hopefully get adequately disguised before the crew spots him. Tiger cautiously started up the holo call, intentionally scrambling the incoming image so only the basic form of his father would be visible in case someone from the crew came in. "Hey Dad… You know I love you, right?" Tiger asked shyly before we explained our 'situation'.