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Chapter 5

Sabine

Sabine had had enough. Everyone had been pretty shaken after the last video featuring Ezra murdering the prisoners, but Kanan locking himself in his room was just obsessive. She had finally made up her mind and was marching through the Ghost to his cabin. She smashed her fists on the door and yelled, "Kanan! I know you're in there! This has been hard on everyone but you locking yourself in your room and starving yourself to death isn't helping!" She paused for a second, but heard nothing. Se continued her angry rant for five more minutes, and when Kanan still hadn't responded she began to get concerned. "Kanan?" She asked, quieter this time. "Hello? Are you still alive?" Still no response. "Alright Kanan, if you don't open up RIGHT NOW, I'm going to get Chopper to burn the door down!" she threatened. When even this didn't get a noise, she was shocked. "Chopper! I need you for a sec!" she yelled across the ship. Chopper came whizzing down the halls and stopped in front of Sabine. "I need you to get me in. Can you do that?" Chopper gave a beep, and began cutting at the door. Soon the metal door fell off of it's hinges, giving Sabine clear entry. "Thanks Chop," she said to the droid. Chopper beeped his approval, and rolled away, not wanting to have to explain to Kanan why his door was now on the ground. Sabine entered the room, to see Kanan sitting on his bed with his head in his hands. "Kanan?" she asked tentatively, slowly approaching him.

"Yes?" Came the hoarse response. He was a mess. His hair was out of it's normal pony tail, and hanging in his face. He obviously hadn't eaten or slept in days.

"Listen, I know you miss Ezra, and we all do, but you can't just lock yourself away like this. You need to come out of this dark room, and try to find him!" Kanan looked up at her and smiled ever so slightly.

"You sound like Hera you know," he said.

"What!"

"It's true."

"Just get up," Sabine said marching out of the room. She could hear a shuffling behind her, and soon footsteps. She walked over to Hera's cabin and knocked on the door. "Hera," she said quietly,"I got him!" Hera opened the door and looked at Kanan, joy written all over her face.

"Crew meeting!" She called. The Ghost crew slowly trudged to the cockpit and took their seats.

"All right," Hera began. "We need a plan of attack.

Ezra

Nina and Tarka sat next to him in one of the side rooms; he now avoided the main room.. Now, though, it wasn't just Nina, Tarka, himself, and the constant voices. It was Nina, Tarka, Kelly, Max, Ryan, Alli, Camera, Haley, Miro, himself, and the constant voices. He rocked back and forth as the voices slowly got louder and louder. Camera was standing in front of him, blood seeping through her shirt.

"What happened?" she kept asking. "I was alive just five minute ago, what happened?" He tried to block out her voice, but when ever he did, another voice would rise up. Alli leaned against the far wall tending to her ever burned shoulder and crying out. "Please, I don't want to die, please!" Finally Ezra threw a knife at her, watching as it stuck in the wall. She didn't seem to notice the knife, and kept on crying even with the bloody stain spreading over her abdomen. Max and Ryan would cry out at random, begging for freedom, and Kelly would tell him how disappointed his master would be.

"Shut up!" he yelled throwing another knife. "Just shut UP!" They laughed and continued their conversations. Nina put an arm around his shoulder. "Don't worry Ezra, you'll get used to it," she whispered her reassurance to the trembling boy.

Kanan

They were on their way to the Star Destroyer that held Ezra.. Kanan was desperate to get his Padawan, but also scared of what he might find. The videos had proved quite terrifying, especially the one of him throwing knives at the wall and screaming at phantom tormentors to shut up. The latest had featured Ezra sitting in the main room of his territory, too far gone to mind being surrounded by the corpses of the dead prisoners, murmuring to himself. As the Ghost got closer to it's fearful destination, Kanan began to sense Ezra's force signature, but just barely as it had changed dramatically in past weeks. Now there was something dark about it. Something that shouldn't be there. Kanan could sense it eating away at Ezra's mind, destroying it and also changing it.

"Kanan, Zeb, Sabine, prepare for drop off!" Hera yelled from the cockpit. Sabine carried her bag which was stuffed full with every last explosive she had. Zeb came in after her with his Bow-rifle and guns shoved into a small backpack. Kanan had taped an assortment of weapons to the inside of his boots, and had his lightsaber carefully secured to his belt. They had been sure to remember medical supplies. Kanan had brought restraints, but hoped that they wouldn't be necessary. With quiet focus, they walked over to the door and waited for drop off.

Seventh Sister

The Seventh Sister was already planning which prisoners she would send in to face Ezra next. This was turning out to be quite entertaining, maybe if they caught the rest of the boys crew they could do the same experiment on them. The Jedi surely would turn out the same as his Padawan, but the non-force sensitives would probably end up under the Empire's control. Yes.

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