Ezra walked through the empty ship, fingertips trailing along the walls. Without really thinking about it he ended up outside Kanan's room, hesitating and then opening the door, letting himself in. Places on ship tended to take on feelings, and he was never sure how much of that was his imagination and how much was because he could sense the Force. The room he shared with Zeb tended to feel comfortable, lived in, safe. The cockpit felt focused, orderly, everything lined up properly and in it's place. Kanan's room though, as bare as it was he would have expected it to feel cold, instead it nearly always felt peaceful. There wasn't much there because there didn't need to be.
He wasn't sure if Kanan knew how often he came there when he wanted a few minutes to himself, he halfway suspected he did, but Kanan never said anything about it. He needed the peace at the moment. Understanding that everyone else still had work to do didn't stop the tense little knot of worry in his gut. That this time no one was going to come back, that he'd been abandoned, that they wanted to leave him behind. That combined with his continuing frustration at his slow recovery put him in a tense, unhappy mood.
He knew they didn't, Kanan and Zeb had taken as much time off as they could to stay with him, but eventually they'd needed to go back to work to keep from possibly being fired. It was just bad luck that Hera had needed to make a run out in the Phantom that would take most of the day. She hadn't been able to tell him what, and he was fine with that. It seemed like the more secrets they got to find out about the Rebellion, the more he realized they were keeping from him, which was smart. He knew the price that came from knowing more than everyone else.
Ezra sat down on Kanan's bed, tucking his knees up and trying to relax. He still hadn't gotten the hang of the whole meditating thing, which seemed like it would be good for shaking the funk he was in. It felt like he was getting better far more slowly than he should. As long as he stayed on top of his meds he felt ok, just sleepy, but any attempt to go longer between doses caused the fever and pain to come right back. He hung his head with a sigh, scruffing through his hair with both hands, staring at the floor. After a moment he frowned, getting up and checking. There was a small crack where the bunks weren't quite flush with the floor, and something thin could easily slide under it and be missed. He'd used that knowledge before to prank Zeb, hiding his posters and then trying to play innocent while Zeb looked. It looked like something had fallen and slid under the crack with only the corner sticking out.
He coaxed it out, careful not to accidentally shove it in all the way with his nudging, lifting up the small rectangle of printed material. Kanan's work ID. He must have dropped it at some point while they were off duty and it slid under the bunk.
Ezra frowned down at the ID in his hand. If Kanan was caught without it he'd be in the same trouble he'd gotten Ezra out of before. Hera would come back if it was an emergency and there was a good chance he'd be able to speak up enough on ship to ship communication for her to understand him. At the same time, if it wasn't an emergency and her mission was important she'd be very unhappy at the interruption. Possibly being put in a holding cell for a few hours or even overnight wasn't an emergency, just a huge inconvenience. He could easily see Hera being less than sympathetic when it was Kanan's own fault he'd forgotten the ID. He couldn't contact and warn Kanan, even if he had brought his com which wasn't guaranteed then he doubted he'd be able to speak up enough to tell him what he forgot. That really only left two options, hoping nothing went wrong and taking the ID in himself. He didn't really want to go out in the rain, but he didn't really trust in nothing going wrong. With luck he could deliver it and be back on ship before Hera even made it back, Kanan wasn't in a position to complain about him going out before he was well and it was almost always easier to ask forgiveness than permission. Mind made up he carried the ID with him as he went to get dressed for the rain.
Ezra jotted down a quick note to leave in the cockpit, for if Hera came back before he finished his delivery. That accomplished he led the bike out into the pouring rain.
It was colder outside than he expected, the muggy saturated hot air giving way to colder rain that pattered down in huge drops. Ezra pulled his jacket a little tighter around himself and got on the bike. The ride from the ship through the woods and to the shipyard was horrible. The rain went right into his face and trickled down wet and cold under his shirt. He was hoping Kanan was going to appreciate this, he owned him. His throat ached dully, but that was more from not taking his painkillers. Falling asleep on the speederbike would be a very bad idea, better to be in a little pain than to be woozy.
Ezra made it in without incident, other than being chilled and wet, parking the bike before he realized he had no idea where Kanan was scheduled to work. That at least was easy enough to find out and he made his way to the dubious shelter of a public computer terminal. The screen was looping departures, arrivals, and any notices, but he ignored that to swipe Kanan's ID card, requesting that day's schedule. He leaned against the terminal, as out of the rain as he could manage, tucking the ID back in and waiting for the older tech to slowly bring up the information he requested. The ride had taken more out of him than he expected, and he was debating if he wanted to stop in and grab some sort of hot drink before the ride back and not really paying much attention. The rain drowned out most distinct sounds, but something still made him straighten up a little. A warning pinged across his awareness and he started to move, but not fast enough. There was the sudden jab of something into his back and the jolting pain of a stun blast and then nothing.
Ezra woke slowly, disoriented and struggling. He couldn't seem to move though, and the jolt of adrenaline was enough to shake off some of the fog that clouded his mind. He was in a dimly lit room, and everything ached as he tried to move. He couldn't do much more than sit up a little more, his wrists bound behind him and his ankles bound to the chair legs. It seemed to be the heavy sort of welded to the floor furniture that showed up in cheaper furnishings where the tenants were likely to run off with anything that wasn't bolted down.
He tried the bindings with a little more direction instead of mindless struggling, but they held fast. The only good thing was he was fairly sure it wasn't an Imperial prison. Even the run down brig he'd been in before on Eritt was a little more orderly. This looked more like someone's mostly empty living space. Not a very good place either, not when he could hear multiple drips of water off in the darkness and the air felt clammy and cold, no climate control at all. He tried to slowly think things through, which was harder than it should be just recovering from a stun blast. Either he was drugged in some way or he was a lot sicker than he was before, which wasn't impossible. His throat felt like it was on fire, and he was almost glad his mouth was too dry to try and swallow, even breathing hurt. He needed to get out of there, preferably before whoever captured him came back. He closed his eyes, trying to concentrate. It was hard, even as important as this was it was hard to picture anything in his mind, closing his eyes just made him want to sleep. He focused though, taking a slow deep breath and then coughing painfully. When the fit passed his eyes were watering behind closed lids, but he was twice as determined. He felt the locks at his ankles give way at the same time as he heard the soft hiss of a door opening and strange voices.
"They should have stopped searching transports by now. This is all your fault, nabbing the wrong guy."
There was a series of words in a language he didn't recognize.
"Yeah, I know he had the wrong card and humans all look alike, but there's no bounties out on any humans even close to looking like him. Not close enough to fool even an Imperial."
There were more unfamiliar words and they sounded like they were coming closer. Ezra struggled with the wrist cuffs a moment and then slumped, trying to look like he was still unconscious. He hoped the light was dim enough to hide that his ankles were unlocked.
"We'll figure out what to do with him later. For now give him another dose before he wakes up."
Ezra bit his lip, then made himself relax. He had to get the cuffs off, he might not get another chance if he was drugged again. He focused, blocking out the person who came into the room, focusing just on the locking mechanism in the cuffs. The cuffs came free came free right as he felt a needle jab into his shoulder. If he wasn't so focused he might have flinched, as it was he was able to mostly ignore held still, hoping he wasn't going to have to try and fight his way free. He didn't have any sort of confidence in his ability to put up a struggle or move terribly fast.
It seemed to take forever for the stranger to finally leave the room and he watched through his eyelashes, hardly daring to breathe. Finally though the door closed and Ezra was up on his feet, wobbling badly. His muscles twitched and ached, stiff from being tied in a sitting position for so long, pins and needles running up his legs. He didn't have time to try and get feeling back, he stumbled as quietly away from the door the other person had left from, looking for a back exit. He found a barred window, thankfully as ill maintained as the rest of the place, opening it as much as possible and shoving at the bars. After a few good shoves they were loose enough to pull free, even if the effort made his chest burn and he wanted so badly to cough. He hauled himself through landing and going to his knees, panting shallowly, far too dizzy. He had to get further away before the drugs kicked in, already things seemed farther away and hazier. Ezra slowly pulled himself back to his feet, leaning against the building before he was able to keep going, stumbling slowly through the slow drizzle of rain. He had no idea where he was going aside from away from whoever had captured him.
Ezra could barely keep one foot moving in front of the other, the only thing keeping him upright was stubborn determination to survive, but that was rapidly losing ground to the exhaustion and new drugs in his system. He wasn't even really seeing what was in front of him, head down and eyes glazed as he stumbled forward until he ran smack into something. No, not something, someone. He had the bare awareness that he'd run face first into someone else's broad chest before he lost the battle against unconsciousness, everything going back to black.