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The soothing purr of the Ghost's air systems filled Ezra's ears, causing him to stir from an oblivious dream, one that felt surprisingly comfortable, despite the previous dreams he'd been dealing with. Sighing in contentment, Ezra nuzzled deeper into his pillow, only to realize that his pillow was really fuzzy. And loud. Widening his eyes, Ezra inhaled and immediately shot up in a sitting position, and identified the stench.

It was Zeb.

Ezra groaned lowly, rolling his eyes at how embarrassing that could have been if anyone saw the pair like that. He silently prayed that Chopper never got up in the middle of the night.

Groggily looking around, Ezra then realized that he and Zeb had fallen asleep in the common room after-

After his incident with his dreams.

Everything from last night suddenly flooded back to him like a tidal wave, causing his demeanor to falter, if only slightly.

It wasn't real. Kanan and Sabine are fine. Stop being such a baby.

Casting a sympathetic gaze toward the table, Ezra noticed that the hot chocolate that the two drank last night sat there, cold as ice.

Deciding to do something about the cups, Ezra shimmied out of the seat and succeeded with the task without waking the loud Lasat. It wasn't that hard of an endeavor. Zeb was difficult to get up at times anyway. The thought made Ezra smile.

Crawling under the table to the open space, Ezra stood and cautiously took the two cups, all the while watching Zeb for any signs of him waking up as he snuck toward the kitchen area. Luckily, Zeb never woke up.

Quietly discarding the cups in the sink, Ezra paused, his mind drifting back to the night before.

Ezra found that he felt really uncomfortable walking around the Ghost and acting like everything was fine, when it really wasn't. What he saw Kanan and Sabine become…

Ezra shuttered at the memory, his heart skipping a beat in fear. Staying near Kanan or even Sabine was out of the question. At least for now.

I need some air.

Quickly, Ezra strolled out of the commons and began to walk through the hallway leading to everyone's quarters, when a familiar feeling prodded at his mind. Ezra stopped, freezing in his tracks. He knew this feeling. It was a concerned, but caring feeling, one that Ezra would go to for comfort. But not now. Ezra couldn't face him. Not like this. Not when there was even a slight possibility that the man he knew could be something completely different.
Bolting toward the exit, Ezra paid no heed to the feeling. In fact, he pushed it aside, blocking the connection. He just kept running, not even considering where he was going. He just needed out. Frantic tears began to cloud his vision as he ran and ran and-

Everything was in slow motion.

For a brief moment, Ezra began to float in thin air. At first, he thought Chopper disengaged the gravity. His mind drew a blank, however, as he realized that Chopper wasn't up. Ezra felt himself falling down, his short hair whipping around ever so slightly. That sinking feeling rose in Ezra's stomach as the ground drew ever closer, causing him to screech.

A loud and pounding thump echoed throughout the cargo bay, drowning out the low hum of the engines.

Ezra yowled in pain, clenching his teeth tightly as he saw that his ankle hung at an awkward angle.

Karabast. Hera's seriously going to be mad at-.

Suddenly hearing shuffling from above, Ezra shot his head up and froze in complete terror.

There stood the person Ezra didn't want to face.

"Ezra? What's wrong?"

With tears brimming at the edge of his eyes, Ezra's body became rigid as he stared into the scarred face of Kanan Jarrus.

Those piercing blue eyes continued to watched as Kanan felt around for the ladder. Watching as Kanan climbed down the ladder to the lower level, where he cautiously approached, hand outstretched as if bracing himself to hit something, Ezra heard the perturbed tone of Kanan calling out to him.

"Ezra? Are you ok?"

Kanan's eyebrows were raised in concern, sensing something was off with Ezra.

Instinctively, Ezra scooted backwards, wincing as his leg dragged across the ground, causing a throbbing pain to shoot up it.

"S-Stay away." Ezra's voice quivered in fear, looking up at the man who had slashed his chest.

Immediately, Kanan stopped.
This wasn't like Ezra.

Something was wrong.

He could feel the discomfort and fear coming off of Ezra in waves. It was dull, like he was attempting to block those feelings, but they were there. It tore at Kanan's heart.

Why would Ezra be hiding all those feelings? He hadn't been acting this way before. Something must have happened.

"Ezra, I just want to help." Kanan took a step forward, opening his monotonous eyes, despite not being able to see anything.

Ezra inhaled sharply, his mind flickering between seeing the sharp green color in Kanan's eyes, and seeing the dull teal.

"No. Not again. Not again!" Ezra shouted, force pushing Kanan back into a stack of crates. The Jedi landed with a grunt, the crates falling around him.

Ezra rose quickly and bolted to the cargo bay's ramp opener, slamming his fist onto it. Despite his ankle being at an awkward angle as he ran, Ezra bolted out into the surprisingly windy plains of Attolon, leaving the Ghost far behind him.

In his head, Ezra could hear Kanan calling his name. Or was that really happening? Ezra couldn't tell. Nor did he care. Kanan was out to get him. He was sure of it. Next, Sabine would pop around the next corner and attack him with her Darksaber. Ezra would be defenseless.

Ezra paused, looking down to his belt to see that his lightsaber was missing.

He really was defenseless.

A quiver in his lip began, and soon his whole body began to shake. Ezra took in a deep, muggy breath and looked around, trying to grasp his bearings and shake off the adrenaline. He stood toward the outskirts of the base, the sensors in sight. The sun hadn't risen above the horizon just yet, but it would in a couple of hours. At least he thought. It looked like a storm was approaching, with dark clouds covering the sky.

"Ezra!"

Ezra flinched, flipping around as he was interrupted from his thoughts. That was Kanan's voice. He was sure of it.

Ezra turned back toward the line of sensors and took a step forward. He instantly cried out, crumbling to the floor in a heap of pain. Tears sprang to his eyes, but he bit his lip, forcing the tears away. Ezra groaned in pain, clutching his leg. Peering down, he could tell his ankle wasn't sprained. Not as it sat at that angle.

Ezra was immobile. Defenseless.

Helpless.

"Ezra?"

Ezra flinched once more. He didn't need anyone. Especially not Kanan. Forcing himself upright, Ezra stood and limped off, grabbing one of the sensors and quickly evading Kanan's voice, walking through the darkening plains of Attolon.

"What do you mean he's gone?!"

Kanan was surprised at how exasperated Hera's outburst was at this time of night. Granted, he had woken her up from a deep slumber, and he knew she was tired as she sat on her bed, but this was an emergency.

"I mean he ran off, but it sounded like he was hurt. He was limping."

"Can you sense him?" Hera asked, looking to Kanan with worry filled eyes.

He shook his head in reply, lowering his gaze.

"I can't make out where he is. It's like he's trying to block me."

Hera nodded in reply, her eyes hazing as she began thinking about why Ezra would just get up and leave out of the blue like he did. The swoosh of a door opening caused Hera and Kanan's attention to drift to the left where Hera saw Sabine's door open.

"What's going on?" Sabine muttered, rubbing at an eye. A yawn escaped her lips as she approached the two.

"Ezra ran off. We don't know why, but Kanan has reason to believe that he's injured. Meaning we need to get a move on. He can't be far." Hera said, grabbing her boots and slipping them on.
Immediately, Sabine sobered up, staring worriedly at Hera, who was shoving her boots on.

"I'll go fetch my gear and get Zeb and Chopper up."
With that said, Sabine ran back into her room, the door sliding shut.

"Come on. We better get a move on too."
Hera stood up next to Kanan, grabbing his hand and squeezing it as a sign of comfort. He squeezed back, looking in her direction with a worried expression.
"I think something's wrong, Hera. I don't think I should go."

Hera was taken aback at the answer.

"Kanan, you're the only one who can find him. You have to-."

"That's not true. Chopper can find him."

"Kanan, it could take him a while to even find Ezra, and we don't even know if he kept his com on him in order to track him."

Kanan sighed, closing his eyes. He really was the only one that could find Ezra. It was highly unlikely that Ezra would have grabbed his com, as he had just bolted out of the Ghost.

He soon found himself drowning everything out around him. The ships engines. The shuffling from Sabine's room. The light breathing of Hera. The static from outside. Everything swam into darkness, allowing Kanan to focus more on his bond with Ezra. He knew it was there. He could sense that Ezra was trying to block him. Lucky for Kanan, he could tell that Ezra was failing. Ezra was near.

"He's not far, but he's still trying to block me."

Hera gave a small smile, taking it as Kanan was at least reluctant to help out, and tugged on Kanan's arm, beckoning him to follow. The two quickly made their way into the galley to see Sabine trying to wake Zeb up.

"Zeb, come on! Get up!" Sabine tugged on Zeb's arm, pulling him from his slumber. The Lasat fluttered his eyes open, looking around groggily. He yawned, stretching out.
"What's goin' on?"

"Ezra's missing. We need to get going if we're going to have any chance of finding him." Sabine's voice was laced with fear, though she tried her best to hide it.

Immediately, Zeb sat up straight, looking around.
"Wha- Where's Kanan? Did he go looking for him?"

"I'm right here."
Zeb turned to the entrance and saw Kanan and Hera standing there. Zeb flattened his ears against his head, looking at the Jedi with worried eyes.

"You and Sabine need to stay here, alrigh'? It won't be good for you to go out." Zeb's heart was pounding. If something happened to the kid and he couldn't protect him, he'd never forgive himself.

"Zeb? What are you talking about?" Sabine asked, walking beside the Lasat. She furrowed her brow at him.

"We don't 'ave time for this. Ezra could be-"
"Zeb? What is it?" Hera asked, her voice stern as she interrupted the Lasat.

Groaning loudly, Zeb's shoulders sank in defeat.

"He's...still not over Dathomir, alrigh'? Whatever you guys did, it scarred him, though I doubt he'll let you see that. He had a nasty nightmare last night, which must have caused this flare up to happen."

The room became deathly silent, everyone taking in this information, until Kanan spoke up.

"Ugh, that explains why he's trying to block me. I've been having a difficult time trying to sense him. I should have seen this coming." Kanan ran a hand through his pulled back hair.
He felt a soft hand on his shoulder, sensing it was Hera.
"We don't have time to dwell on this, love. Ezra's still out there."
"So what's the plan then?" Sabine said, setting a hand on her hips.

"I suggest Kanan and Sabine stay here. You two will only make things worse. Me, Chopper, and Hera will go out looking for him. He can't be far, right?" Zeb said.

"Right." Kanan replied. He suddenly tensed. Something wasn't right. He could suddenly feel Ezra through the bond. He tensed up, as if something were about to happen. Kanan sensed the static in the air again. As soon as he felt that, a thunderous rumble shook the Ghost, causing everyone's stance to falter slightly.

"Oh no." Zeb muttered, looking to Hera in terror.

Kanan instantly knew what this was. The static in the air. The thick humidity. This was a storm. A big one.
The Jedi cursed at the fact that he didn't see any of this coming.
Quickly, the crew ran down to the cargo bay, out into the windy plains of Attolon where they stood, watching as a large, thunderous storm erupted before their very eyes.

They all watched in terror as a lightning bolt crackled through the sky like broken glass.

"Karabast, kid. Where are you?" Zeb muttered.

I'm so sorry about the long wait for this chapter. I've been really busy with my 2 jobs, applying for college, and looking at cars. I hope this chapter suffices your needs and keeps you hungry for more. Ciao~