HA HA I'M FUCKING WITH THINGS AGAIN. I AM AN AUTHORRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRR! FEAR MY POWER!
"..cter 6 please respond. Specter 1 to Specter 6, Specter 6 please respond. Damn it, Ezra, talk to me!"
Ezra groaned as he came back into consciousness, his ears ringing. He tried moving his right arm, barely swallowing a scream as a sharp blast of pain emanated from his forearm. He snapped his eyes open to inspect the limb for damage, stilling his arm when it became clear what had caused the pain. A large metal rod had speared through his arm, pinning it to the wall behind his back.
He glanced at his left arm to check for debilitating injuries, and, finding none, moved to grab the communicator clipped to his belt. While his hand was busy pulling the comm off his belt, he began inspecting the rest of his body. His left ankle was twisted away that was definitely not natural, and his right leg was covered in burns. There was also a shallow gash on his chest, and what felt like some sort of liquid, likely blood, dripping from his cheek.
"This is Specter 6, what is it Specter 1?"
"What's your condition?"
"I got a rod through my right arm that's pinning me, a definitely broken ankle on my left side, my right leg is covered in burns, a shallow gash on my chest, and some sort of bleeding wound on my cheek."
"Shit. Hold tight Specter 6, we're coming to get you."
"I'm not going anywhere."
"Well, well, if it isn't a little lost padawan…"
"On second thought, I might not be here for you to get."
Kanan was the first member of the crew to arrive, but was too late to save Ezra from being captured. The Inquisitor had long since stolen him away, leaving only his comm, blood, and a note. 'YOU LOSE'
Kanan punched the wall in front of him in a fit of anger. He then took a step back and took a deep breath. They'd get him back. They always did. This time would be no different.
A stroke of good luck brought them information on where they were holding Ezra. Oddly enough he was not in any interrogation chamber or prison, but in a research center. However, that also didn't bode well for what was being done to him. Any number of things could be done to him in a research center, as the Empire had no restrictions when it came to human experimentation, only that the test subjects be approved.
There's just no telling what Ezra would look like when they found him. He might be missing a limb or all four. He might be pumped full of experimental drugs. He might have limbs from an entirely different species sewn onto him. He might be covered in experimental cybernetics. Or it could be worse yet...
Ezra woke strapped into a strange chamber. All his wounds had been healed. There was an IV pumping a purple liquid into his veins, and it was almost empty except for a few drops. Outside the small, strange chamber was what appeared to be a lab, bustling with what were probably scientists and medics.
"Good, our newest test subject is awake. And just in time too, the infusion is complete. We'll just add some electricity and see if being force-sensitive affects the results."
Ezra began panicking as the chamber closed. What were they doing to him? Electricity?
"AAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHH!"
The pain! By the force, the pain! It felt like every atom of his being was on fire! Make it stop! MAKE IT STOP! PLEASE, SOMEONE MAKE IT STOP!
MASTER HELP IT HURTS SO MUCH
"AAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHH!"
The agonized cry echoed through the hallway leading to the lab, reaching the ears of the three people running down it. In response to the cry they sped up. They were so close.
MASTER HELP IT HURTS SO MUCH
Just hold on Ezra, we're almost there.
The crew burst into the lab, weapons drawn and pointed at the scientists inside. Sabine was about to abort the experiment when one of the scientists piped up about how if it was aborted, the subject would die. All they could do was stand there and listen as the screams filled the room, before they stopped. The chamber's doors slid open with a hiss, smoke billowing out.
A tiny little mewing sound escaped the chamber, unrecognized by all but Zeb, who responded with a strange growl-purr. When the smoke cleared it revealed a young Lasat child wearing Ezra's clothes was tangled in the restraints. It was letting out mews of distress as it tried to get free, but failed. Zeb abandoned his position to rush over to free the young Lasat.
Once the child was free Zeb gathered it into his arms, it curling up in the safety of the older Lasat's arms. Kanan and Sabine just stood there dumbly, trying to reconcile the idea that the chamber that held Ezra had let out a Lasat. That could only mean one thing, Ezra=Lasat Child.