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Metal floors, metal walls, metal ceiling, white lights throwing painful glares off the shine. It was almost blinding, the only thing to separate one thing from the other was the change in textures and the doors on either side of the halls to mark out every fifty feet.

The doors had no handles, a handprint pad stationed outside of each one, just as steel and just as solid as everything else.

Ezra could almost tell what Sabine was thinking about: What this place would look like as the metal melted, buckling and dripping down to its lower levels as it slowly came apart, the bucket heads thrown out of the ship and choking on their own dying air as they were pushed further out by flame and smoke, multiple explosions going off, the way station a mile away none the wiser, the children safely on board the Ghost.

Ezra caught sight of her smile and could all but tell she had been envisioning it. She was on another sadist streak. It was helpful on a mission, although it could make her reckless. He stiffened in annoyance, senses heightening as he realized he would have to look out for her, and probably pull her to safety if-when knowing her-she got herself into trouble.

Something pulled his attention attention away from her face. Movement to this right. He glanced at it to see his darkened, warped reflection, the kind that only showed outlined, faded shapes. Ezra looked ahead at Sabine and noticed she was gripping her grenade tightly.

"Put that away." He snapped.

Sabine threw a backwards glance at him. "Why?"

Anger seeped into his voice as he spoke. "Because we're supposed to be un-der-co-ver, you idiot!"

The Mandalorian turned around fully, looking him dead in the eye. "Do you want this grenade to explode in your face?" She demanded, shoving him backwards into the wall.

His helmet clunked dully against the metal. "N-oo." His voice wavered and he forced his anger down like Kanan had taught him. The one thing he didn't want was to make the girl angry at him. The best that would come of that would be a painted room. The worst… Ezra didn't want to think about where her next grenade might wind up.

"Good. Now whatever the hell's gotten into you snap it outta you. We're on a mission. If you're so focused on not getting caught you could at least take that stupid helmet off."

"It's not stu-" He was about to protest before Sabine's hand tightened around her grenade.

Wordlessly she waved it in his face before stuffing it in her jacket.

"Take it, off." She snarled, sounding surprisingly like Hera.

"Okay, okay." He muttered, not completely willing to part with his helmet. "Where do you suggest I put it then?"

"In a closet or something? I don't know, you brought the thing, you figure it out."
"Are you even looking around? How am I supposed to get it in a closet when all of the doors are handprint locked?"

"Like I said, you figure it out! Ezra we're on a mission. I can't believe we're even fighting about this!"

"Why don't you take yours off then?"

Without a word Sabine slipped it off her head, taking a small, flat piece of metal out.

"What's that?"

"The comm you idiot. How else do you expect us to stay in contact with the Ghost?"

"I've got mine in my shirt."

"Yeah and I need mine." Sabine shook her head, like she was trying to rid her mind of thoughts to harm him. As she did so she slipped the piece of metal into her pocket.

Ezra sighed. It was no use getting his partner mad right as the mission was starting. "I'm sorry. Let's just find these kids and get out of here."

Sabine's eyes narrowed dangerously. "Helmet." Her voice was so flat it fell in the air, the letters solid hunks promising something much worse than a grenade in certain areas if they were met unheeded.

Ezra slipped it off his head and looked around, finally deciding to put it in the corridor they had come out of. He walked out of it. "Better?"

"Better. Now come on." She turned away from him and lobbed her helmet to where Ezra had left his. It landed with a loud clang.

"Are you trying to get us caught?" he hissed.

"I'm the one who took mine off without prompting. No one heard us anyways."

"Enough with the helmet!" Ezra snapped.

Shaking her head, the Mandalorian took off in a run, ignoring the guffawing blue haired boy behind her.

"Stop!" he yelled.

Sabine rolled her eyes and turned around. "What now kid?"

"Where are we headed?"

"To the room with the most bucketheads in front of it. Where do you think?" Sabine started running again as he answered.
"Our deaths." Ezra replied, chasing after her. She ignored him.

"How do you even know where you're going!"

"I memorized the holomap of the place-and where the most guards were. Now stop questioning me. This is why mom put me in charge!"

"Wait, she put you in charge?"

She's gonna hear about this when I get back on the ship.

"Why do you think she and I made the plan." Sabine mocked over her shoulder. She was a good twenty paces ahead of the boy.

Ezra had to put in an extra push to pull even with her.

She's fast for a girl. He thought. Forgetting that he was linked to the Force, he was startled when Kanan responded.

You're slow for a boy. Stay focused, kid.

I am.

Be careful, you don't have your lightsaber with you.

Kanan felt a wave of irritation, underscored with concern.

Ezra? Irritated?

The master's own wave of concern drove into the Force. Kid, we've been unarmed before. I forgot to give it to you. Just stay safe.

"So why are we running to about half a dozen troopers?"

"We find the room the troopers are guarding, the kids will be in there. We find the kids, the faster we can start our cover."

"Okay." Ezra took another deep breath.

Kanan was in the Force. The boy could feel him, watching out for him, giving him assurance he was capable of pulling it off. Always watching out for him.

Coddling you. The voice was familiar.

Ezra grit his teeth against it.

Doesn't trust you.

Ezra knew that Kanan felt him grow frustrated, because he felt a wave of calm ripple through the Force, directed at him.

He blew out a breath.

He was strong, and smart, and he could do this.

They're going to die because of you.

Leave me alone! He shouted at the voice, trying to push the voice from his head. He wasn't going to let anyone compromise this mission. Not Sabine, not himself, not the voice in his head that he couldn't tell was conscious or through the Force.

Ezra? It was Kanan's voice. He didn't need to sound concerned for ripples of worry to seep into the Force.

The boy didn't respond to his master. He only looked ahead at Sabine. They had a mission to complete. He couldn't let his worries and frustrations cloud the his concentration any more.

Ezra, what's going on?

Ezra ignored him again, forcing him from his mind, all the voices, before shutting his mind. It wasn't something he often did, and immediately Kanan's increasing worry washed over him, hitting him stronger than expected.

The padawan still didn't open his mind.

Kanan could feel the boy close his mind to him, and a bolt of worry turned his muscles to stone, squeezing his lungs until the only stale air he could get came in small huffs. He could feel the wave of worry he sent to his padawan, who still didn't answer.

Ezra? He tried.

No response.

Ezra!

Nothing.

Kid, answer me! More waves of worry peeled off of him into the Force.

This wasn't like him.

In a moment of insanity he thought that Ezra had been injured, or killed, or injected with a Force inhibitor.

He snapped his head back and forth, once, twice. No. He thought to himself, sinking into his mind to calm himself. No. Ezra is okay. There's no panic in the Force.

"He's fine." He deadpanned.

Hera looked over at him. "What's the matter love?"

"Ezra's been acting strange and this is just worrying. He shut me out."

Hera's eyes narrowed in confusion and concern. "Start from the beginning."

"Ever since you landed on Tatooine, the first night he had a nightmare. It wasn't anything bad, I was able to calm him down pretty quick through the Force, put him back to sleep. And even training with him the next morning was fine, he just seemed distracted, tired maybe. I brushed it off because it wasn't a big deal. And then the time time we trained, two days later, he was irritated at me whenever I tried to give him tips or bested him. He had another nightmare that night but instead of letting me calm him down he just blocked me out again. When we were in the market the next day he would barely look at me, let alone talk. We were too busy yesterday helping the market so we didn't train, but then this morning during training he just seemed so off, and now…" Kanan trailed off, not knowing what to say.

Hera picked up his train of thought. She knew him well enough by now. "Now he's shut you out again, and on a mission."

"And it's more than that. I can't explain it. It's like someone's trying to use the Force against him or something."

Hera sat up straighter. "What?"

"It's like someone is trying to compromise him. When I was connected with Ezra, when his irritation peaked, it was like I could feel, someone else."

Hera didn't have much knowledge of the Force, but she knew enough to understand why Kanan was so worried. She forced her own worry back. "Ezra is strong willed, and confident. He's close enough to you to know that whoever is trying to get to him is wrong."

"But what if they're already too deep into his mind? His constant irritation, whenever I try to help him…"

"He's still your padawan. He still knows you only want the best for him. Send him confidence and love. He might not be letting you in right now but you two are still connected." Hera instructed, forcing her voice to be void of concern. All she needed to do was watch the holomap. She watched as the two dots that were the youngest of her crew as they ran through the building.

"All right." Kanan sighed, closing his eyes. Instead of focusing on his worry, on the anger he held for whoever was trying to get to Ezra, he focused on how much care and hope he had for the boy.

He sent out wave after wave of calm, of pride, of confidence, of bravery, of strength, of hope. He went on for a minute, two, three, before his padawan finally responded, letting a wave of relief and gratitude hit his master.

Kanan smiled. It was all he had needed.

He reached out again to Ezra, who responded this time.

Hi… The voice was sheepish.

Whatever's going on, whoever's trying to break you, we're stronger. Just remember that.

What if I fail them. Ezra blurted. Kanan could feel the anxiety creep back into the Force, throwing it into turmoil.

We won't. Stop with this I stuff, kid. We're in this together. You won't fail them. If something happens to them… it's on all of us.

Ezra could hear his master's voice drop in pitch, slowing down as worry crept in.

I know how much you care about the kids. We won't fail them. We'll get them back…

Just don't give in. Ever, kid. I'll always be here. Go into your mind to hide from your anger if you have to.

Kanan felt a burst of pain in his nose.

"Oww!" What just happened kid?

There was silence on the other end for a moment, and Kanan felt a spark of worry that he'd been knocked out or shut himself off again, but it quickly was doused when he realized Ezra's feeling of embarrassment and annoyance, and Hera's cluck of worry.

I ran into a wall because you were distracting me… Sabine is laughing at me…

Kanan glanced over at the holomap. They were nearly at the room.

You're almost there. If I sense you're getting angry again I'm sending you more- Kanan cut himself off as Ezra shut his mind.

The Jedi sighed. When the boy got back he'd be having a serious conversation with him about not letting people darken his feelings, and receiving help.

Ezra was so engrossed with talking to Kanan he forgot to look where he was going. Hearing Sabine already around the corner, he thought about turning. Just don't give in. Ever, kid.

Pain exploded in his nose before numbness stole away in his face.

He stumbled around the corner as Sabine started to laugh at him.

What just happened kid? Kanan asked.

I ran into a wall because you were distracting me… Sabine is laughing at me…

Ezra could feel Kanan's amusement and relief.

You're almost there. If I sense you're getting angry again I'm sending you more-

Ezra shut his mind, almost sick of hearing his voice, sick of needing his help.

"Sabine shut it. I mean it!" Ezra snapped. "It's not funny."

The girl rolled her eyes and turned on her heel. "Come on, stumbly." She took off before Ezra could throw an insult back at her.

He sprinted after her, sighing in annoyance. I can't believe we haven't run into any bucket heads yet.

As he was thinking that, another voice muttered at him: Can't even use your feet? How can you be of help to them? How many times have you been captured now?

Ezra felt his face heat, annoyance turning into irritation. His feet were what had kept him alive on Lothal.

This isn't exactly Lothal. More people are gu-

Shut up already! He shouted at the voice.

He was so engrossed in telling the person, voice, Force, to shut up, that he collided with Sabine, who was crouched behind a corner.

"Omph!" He muttered, trying to gain purchase on anything to keep them steady, striking out at the wall. His fist connected with a clang as his feet skidded along the ground, further entangling themselves with Sabine's legs, his left hand grabbing Sabine's arm as if she were stable. The rest of Ezra slammed into her back as he tumbled downward, pushing them out into the corridor.

Sabine gasped loudly in surprise as her face smacked into the ground. She was already squirming to get out from under him.

Ezra rolled off her, trying to avoid her tiny fists.

"Karabast!" She snarled. "I'm gonna kill y-"

"Hey! You!"

"-ou!"
"What are you doing!"

Sabine leaped to her feet, trying to contain a string of curses.

Ezra tilted his head up, his vision filled with three armor clad stormtroopers, pointing their blasters directly at them.

"Karabast..."

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