Chapter 7- No… NO!

And I am back for the chapter you all will hate me for, then again if you didn't hate me a little bit ago with the vision then this may not but anyway... This is the last chapter of this story today, might start a new story called An Order to Change Lives. Probably going to change that name... Let me know what you think of it and what you want the name to be. Though it is going to be the story of Aria and Vertia and will answer who they are. Now onto the chapter of hate.

Kanan looked at the two Padawan in surprise. As he was about to say something a scream echoed the hall. Immediately Kanan recognized it, "Ezra!" He turned to run in the direction the scream had come from when he heard a voice.

"No, it's a trap!" Hera sounded as worried as he was.

"I can't just leave him! He's in pain!" Kanan said, his voice filled with fear and concern, "He saved me, now time to return the favor," He ran off before Hera could stop him.

"Kanan!" Hera yelled after him. He didn't stop, just kept running. The two Padawan looked at each other. The human ran after Kanan and the Twi'lek stayed with the others.

Kanan could sense Ezra's force signature weakening. He began to run fast, following his Padawan's signature. He turned the corner and saw three troopers guarding a door. They pointed their guns at him.

You are not permitted in this area, turn back or we will be forced to shoot," One said.

Kanan slowly raised his hands before reaching for his lightsaber. He then realized that the empire must have taken it.

"Hah not so strong without your lightsaber Jedi!" Another one of the storm troopers said. They all began to fire at him. Kanan dodged them, nearly getting hit by one. They blaster fire stopped as the buzzing of a lightsaber began behind him. Before Kanan could turn to see who it was they began to shoot again. Kanan began to dodge the blasts again, only to see a blue lightsaber deflecting the blasts back at the troopers. They both fell to the ground with a hole in their chest. Kanan smiled before remembering the person with a lightsaber.

"You could have asked for help, you obviously needed it."

Kanan sighed thankfull for the voice not being this 'Vader'. He turned to see the human Padawan.

"When I don't say something I tend to have a reason."

Vertia didn't look convinced, "Ok, then what was this reason?"

"I was worried about Ezra," Kanan answered before heading to the door. Vertia ran to join him as the door opened. Darth Vader was standing by the restraint Ezra, unconscious, was in. Kanan didn't notice Vader and was about to run to Ezra before Vertia grabbed his arm.

"I see you have met one of our Padawan," Vader said with a joke hinted at in his voice.

Kanan glared at him, wishing he had his lightsaber. Vader grabbed something off his belt and threw it at Kanan. Kanan caught it and looked at it before realizing it was his lightsaber. Vader took out his own lightsaber, feeling Kanan's anger. Kanan ran at Vader but his attack was deflected by Darth Vader. He threw Kanan back and moved in front of Ezra. Without thinking Kanan stuck out his lightsaber and ran at Vader.

"Kanan stop!" Vertia's cry came all too late.

Darth Vader had dodged it and instead of hitting him, Kanan had hit Ezra. Kanan looked up only to see blood dripping from his Padawan.

"Ezra!" Kanan yelled.

Darth Vader silently walked out of the room.

Ezra slowly opened his eyes, only half way, to weak to manage anymore, "K-Kanan?" His voice was just as weak as he looked.

Kanan was unable to answer him, unable to get passed what he had just done.

"I-I'm happy to have been your Padawan. Even if in the end I turned to th-the dark side."

"No, no don't worry about that," As Kanan finished Ezra fell limp. Kanan fell to his knees and tears began to fall down his face. Vertia's eyes turned to glass, filled with tears.

The door opened followed by the gasps of the crew. Footsteps passed by Vertia over to Kanan. Hera looked at Ezra, then at Kanan. He was crying, for the first time in years he was crying. She then realized what was going on and she couldn't see Ezra breathing. The youngest and newest member of their crew, no family, was dead.

"I killed him…" Kanan's voice had too much grief and blame in it that it was almost unable to be understood.

Kanan remembered his dream, the fear of hurting Hera or Ezra, the fear of having to. He looked at his hand to for the mark that had been left from the dream, it was there. His dear had come true, the thing he always knew could happen had happened. He was a murder, not only to the empire but now to his own crew.

Told you you'd hate me. Anyway I'll be back soon hopefully with a new story and a new name for it...