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"I lost the kid" Hera almost didn't believe the voice that had suddenly sounded through the com link.

"You WHAT?!"

" It wasn't my fault Hera! I turned around and he was gone!"

"Well, any idea where he might have gone?"

"No. He probably just wandered off again, he won't answer his com."

"Well, keep looking for him."

On the other end of the conversation, Zeb rolled his eyes what does she think i'm doing? Then he saw a small brawl break out far in the corner of the square he was standing in. In it, their were three men trying to restrain a child between them. Trying to restrain Ezra between them. Two of them stood on either side holding his arms his arms while the third one fought to grab his legs as the boy squirmed around madly to break free. Although he was too far away to hear, Zeb could tell that Ezra was screaming curses at them, and if the situation had permitted, he might have almost been proud.

After this second of thought, Zeb broke into a sprint across the square, pushing and shoving through the crowd, but the bustling about of the beings in the square slowed him down. On the other side, Ezra had managed to kick the man holding his leg squarely in the jaw, causing him to fall back out of Zebs view. But Ezras small moment of victory was cut short, when the man quickly reemerged only to punch

him in the face, causing Ezras head to lull back for a moment, allowing the man to get a grip on his formerly flailing limbs, and carry him off into an adjacent alley.

At this point, the Lasat was getting desperate. He pushed an shoved even more, but by the time he reached the opening to the alley, Ezra and his captors were nowhere to be seen.

On the ghost, Kanan was meditating. He felt that something was wrong. A begging, nagging feeling in the back of his mind that craved attention, but even when he focused on it, he still couldn't figure out what it meant. Fortunately, he didn't have to ponder this for long, because soon Heras voice buzzed throughout his room,

"Kanan, you better get up here." Even over the speaker, she had a tone in her voice that made the jedi master comply instantly, leaving his cabin and bounding through the hall of the ship before reaching the main control room.

He knew something was wrong the second he got there, Hera didn't even have to utter a word, this was because the jedi master, who had lived with the twi'lek captain for a number of years, had developed the ability to read her expressions, quickly, and with complete accuracy. Right now she was wearing her "one of us is really big trouble, and will most likely need rescuing" face.

"Who is it?"

"Ezra."

With this, Kanan let out a heavy breath and ran his hand over his face in exasperation. "yeah, I probably should have figured that."

Hera just shook her head and she looked even more worried, "Believe it or not, I don't think it was his fault this time." Kanan just looked at her, expecting elaboration. "Zeb said that he got captured by some of men in the marketplace. Said they got away with the kid before he could get there. Didn't see where they went, but he's looking around now."

As Hera said this, it came to him. This is what I was feeling earlier, in my meditation! How could I have missed this?! Suddenly, a thought occurred to him. A flashback to what had occurred that morning...at the end of that alleyway. "Did Zeb say who took him?" he was a little hesitant, for he already knew the answer.

"He said a group of five or so men, dressed in all black-" she paused "why?"

"Slave traders." he hissed, as if the word itself would grow legs and start shooting everybody. "Ezra and I ran into some earlier today. Lets just say they wouldn't be hesitant to take revenge." All of a sudden anger bubbled up within him rapidly until he could no longer contain it. "DAMNIT! I should have seen this coming!" his voice strident as he slammed a fist against the wall, resulting in a loud bang. "I should never have let him go back out on this godforsaken planet."

"Kanan!" her voice was stern, but her hand lay comforting on his shoulder "pull it together, this was not your fault either!" Kanan did as he was told, silently composing himself.

"Fine. We need a plan. Wheres Sabine?"

"Up doing repairs in the fantom. I can get her, you call Zeb." Kanan did so. They needed to knew how many of these men their could be, or what kind of wepons they had access to, or what kind of people they were aquatinted with. He had learned long ago to be weary of those with friends in high places. Even so, Kanan was not about to let anybody take his padawan away form him.

"Can't you...'force-find' him or something" Zeb had made this comment, to which Kanan had replied something along the line of "well thats not exactly how it works, but I guess I'll give it a shot" and now all crew members, minus one, were standing or sitting in the cockpit in complete silence, with Kanan sitting motionless, with his eyes closed, concentrating on the existence of his padawan, while everyone else tried to think of a plan.

Soon, Kanan sat back defeated. "All I sense is his...discomfort, not much e-"

But he was cut off by a loud static buzz that filled the room. It sounded almost like it was caused by a bad reception between one of the Ghost.

Sabine smacked her forehead, "Of course! That's it!"

Silence filled the room, everybody starring at the mandalorion girl in confusion. Her ecstatic look deflated and she let out a frustrated breath. "The com guys...the static was from Ezras com...we can track him!"

"Of course!" Kanans eyes lit up.

"Sabine you're a genius!" Hera turned quickly to the controls to start the tracking process.

"Coulda' just told us in the first place" Zeb just grumbled.

"Now," Hera said, stretching her fingers so her joints made many popping sounds, "lets find our boy."

Okay you guys. Chapter two is a go.

I tried to make this one a little longer, with more details and stuff. I would have liked it to be a lot longer, but I felt that I would rather put up a shorter story now, than a slightly less short story later.

Please let me know your thoughts, your suggestions, or just what you like to eat for breakfast!

Until later my friends,

Doodle