Sorry about the humongous delay. My laptop broke and I had a ridiculous amount of holidays! This chapter is short but the next one is gonna be a doozy! Dont forget to like and comment!

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Hera felt the feelings in her fingers and toes slowly start to return. That meant the questions would start again.

'Who told you about the chip?'

'Where is the chip?'

'We will find your friend.'

'Tell ME where to find him NOW!'

His words were coming and going as she slipped in and out of consciousness.

She had denied all their questions feigning stupidity. She kept repeating that she had no companion and she didn't know what data chip they were talking about. She silently prayed Kanan had run and delivered the data chip to Fulcrum's contact. She needed him to complete the mission. She cried out in pain as he changed torture methods.

When the pain was too hard to bear she retreated to that dream she had too often of her and Kanan. In her dream there was no rebellion and no danger. It was just him and her and the Ghost. They wore white billowy robes and Kanan always wore his lightsaber proudly on his robe. He was proud of who he was and she was proud of him. Together they would resolve inter-planetary conflicts. Together as a team they were inseparable and unstoppable. When they were done saving the Galaxy they would just fly together and spend their time together discovering the galaxy and new species. Always protecting while being together.

She sighed as she realized how many problems there were with her dream. Really it was hard to find anything that was possible. For starters; Kanan would never wear white, he hates white. But even if there never was an Empire, if the Republic had never fallen to a greedy monster, her dream would still never come true. Kanan would have been a Jedi and they never would have met. Even if the Jedi came to help Ryloth that would have been it. They would come and then leave. No Kanan. No witty remarks. No innocent flirting. No deep emerald eyes that could pierce your very soul. No kind hand to help you up when you've fallen under a machine you're fixing.

But was that what she wanted, to just have him around? She had grown accustomed to his presence like she had grown accustomed to Chop. This was different though. Chop was a... well, he was a droid and as much as she treated him like family and a sentient being. He wasn't. She herself was affected by Kanan's mood swings and it was unsettling. She grumbled when he was sad and soared when he was happy. She knew deep down what it meant and it terrified her. It was probably why she was so harsh with him recently. She remembered the one time he had gone undercover and how she had not slept for the entirety of his mission. It wasn't just worry. It was as if she was missing a limb. She felt her mind buckle at it's proverbial knees as her mind and heart finally came to the same conclusion.

Shit.

It might just be a good thing she isn't going to make it out of here. These days she was content with just sleeping in the same ship as him. It was better than the alternative, but what was she supposed to do when it got too hard? When she made herself miserable with want and desire? Not just physical desire, she wasn't an animal. The desire for a family, for children, for everything her father drilled in her head she had to distant herself from, to protect her obviously. To protect Ryloth, always Ryloth first. She sighed as she imagined little green skinned humanoids with headtails and little lightsabers dangling off of Kanan's shoulders. Her tears broke. Maybe in another life. A better one.

She breathed heavily. At least she was going first. She didn't know if she could handle watching him fall. How had she fallen so fast?

'Ready to give up twiilek?' Her captors cold voice was back. She could see him smiling at her tears. He thought they were for his pointless torture. She was the daughter of the liberator of Ryloth. She was able to withstand torture by the age of seven. He was going to need more than pliers and a half decent medicated pain torture.

'I don't know why you are holding me.' She said innocently. 'I have done nothing wrong, I am a merchant. I was traveling with my wares when I was attacked without provic-' His high pitched laugh cut her off. She wanted to raise her head to meet his eyes but she was too weak to lift her head. She wasn't going to last much longer. It was just physical pain. She could handle that. She had always been able to handle that. It was why she knew the Fulcrum's secret identity, when so many other's did not.

'If you're so innocent, why don't you exist? There isn't a record of you anywhere, even merchants have records twiilek.' He ran a long nail across her cheek. His hands were black with red lines threading up the sides. It was as if someone had carved into his skin.

'I think you're more special than you appear. I am going to find out why and what your hiding. Lucky for you though, we are moving you to a bigger ship. I have more... effective tools there.' He smiled at her and walked out of the room this time he left on the lights. This time he could see his boots and the design on the hallway. She felt the breath halt in her throat.

The Inquisition.

Fulcrum had warned her about them. They could force their way into your mind. She felt her body quake in fear. Her capture must have been a novice or a scout or he would have broken her. She closed her eyes and silently prayed for Kanan. She was terrified. Terrified she would accidentally give up secrets. Fulcrum's secret. Kanan's secret. She stopped herself, making a fist and digging her nails so hard into her palm she bled. No. She would not betray her friends, her family. She would not give up Kanan or Fulcrum. She would die first. She would make sure of it. She would need to find a way to escape or... die during the move, there was no other option. She couldn't reveal what she knew. She wouldn't. The Rebellion and Kanan's life would depend on it.

She needed him to live. They didn't know it yet, but the Rebellion needed him as much as he needed them.