Yay! 4 day weekend= new chapters! I probably will have even more up soon, I am feeling super inspired on account of my two day Clone Wars binge. Anyway, hold on to your hats, cuz things are about to get real scary.

You know I don't own SWR.

"What are we s'pposed to do with 'im?"

"We do as were instructed?"

"I still don't get why we can't try and fetch a pretty price for 'im."

"Eh, wouldn't be worth it. He's caused enough trouble as it is."

"What 'bout 'is fancy weapon?"

"Just leave it, won't be doing him any good where he's going..."

When Ezra net opened his eyes, he was greeted only with darkness. He had to blink a few times to try and adjust to the lack of light, but to no avail. This darkness was ad deep and thick as the blizzards on Hoth. This was unnerving to Ezra, not that he wasn't used to the dark, but their was something about this impenetrable blackness that suffocated his senses.

He reached up a hand to try and examine the burning sensation that was radiating from his shoulder. Or rather he tried to reach his hand, but when he lifted it, it thumped against something hot and metal, no more than an inch above his body. Trying again, his knuckles thumped on the surface, and the movement radiated throughout the space. He did the same for both sides, and his feet but with the same results. He tilted his head slightly, and felt the heat from the metal leave a mark on his forehead. An agonizing fear shot though him. He was trapped...

It wasn't like Ezra wasn't accustomed to tight places, he had been ordered through the vents of countless ships many times. But this was different. Their was no air, no light, no space to move even an inch, and to Ezras dismay, their was no way out.

It was hot too. The metal around him produced waves of heat. Sweat dripped down his forehead, dampening his hair. Why is it so hot? Holding his breath, he forced himself to calm down, even if just for a moment, and focus. Eyes closed, he felt around through the force. Scoping out his position. Breathing out slowly he began to see he was surrounded by densely packed...sand?

Oh...NO!No no no no no no no! Please this can't be happening! The calmness that Ezra had just retained had flown out the window, and a new wave of panic took over. His hands clenched into trembling fists, his body going into fits of violent shaking. He began to hyperventilate and tears streamed down his face. Squirming in the little space he had, he tried desperately to get out.

Soon however, he grew light headed, and exhausted. He once again lay still, with only the trembling in his hands, and the tears falling sideways down his face to serve as a reminder if his predicament. How can this be happening? This is ridiculous. His tired thoughts seemed to echo throughout the hazy space. Being buried alive...what a way to die.

On the ghost, the entire crew was waiting anxiously in the cockpit. It had been 19 hours since Ezra had been taken. It had been only twenty minutes since they had been able to set out looking for him with the help of the coms coordinates. Night had already passed, and now the systems two stars hung high in the sky, making the air boil.

Hera and chopper were flying fast over the desert landscape, but it seemed like the sand dunes would go on forever. The Twi'lek had to fight to keep her hands steady. Ezra was the boy that needed her, and she needed him, just as any mother would need their child. And she was not about to loose a crew member. Not today. Not ever.

Zeb was leaning against the wall woth his arms crossed, looking at the floor. He would never admit to it, but it would crush him if Ezra got hurt. He was annoying, sarcastic, and rude, but Ezra was the closest thing he had to a little brother, and Zeb couldn't handle the loss of another brother.

Kanan stood in the doorway with both hands braced along the top edge of the frame. Although you couldn't see beneath his gloves, his knuckles were turning white from his tight grip. Their was nothing like the bond between master and padawan. It was an unconditional trust and understanding between two that couldn't be broken. Well… it could be broken. Kanan had experienced this when he lost his master, and the piece of him that was torn away because of her death was not something he could go through again. An he wasn't about to let it.

Sabine fiddled with the com, trying to get a connection to Ezra. But what she was really trying to do was distract herself from what was really going on. She didn't deal with loss very well. She never had. But even with the loss of her friends and family, she had still managed to pull through, probably because of her connection with her crew. Her new family. But she couldn't imagine what it would do to lose more of her family. She couldn't imagine.

"I think I got it." Sabine stammered, referring to the com in her hand. Hopeful eyes glanced at her, but everyone else remained she held the device close to her, pressed the button and spoke. "Ezra, I don't know if you can hear me, but we're on our way. We are going to get you o-" but before she could finish, the com in her hand exploded into a cloud of sparks. Sabine swore loudly and dropped it on the floor. When all the sparks were out, she sat back in her chair and let out a heavy sigh.

A long silence followed. Then Kanan spoke. "I can't be completely sure, but...I think he got our message."

Everyone, including chopper, just stared at him. " I could sense a moment, when his… fear… was quieted. Like he was relieved almost." Kanan didn't bother mentioning the other feelings he sensed, helplessness, confusion, dread, sadness, each one digging a hole in his heart, but he figured mentioning these to the rest of the crew would only lead to more negative feelings. And their were already too many of those.

"Well" Hera muttered "lets hope you're right."

Right now, their were two things for Ezra to worry about. One, the heat, which sunk deeply into him, saturating his body with what felt like boiling water. Second, he was growing increasingly concerned about his air supply. Being enclosed in a metal box and buried underground didn't exactly provide the best current of oxygen. He was lightheaded, and was quickly becoming short of breath. Really not good, his mind felt like it was scrambled. His tears had stopped coming awhile ago Dehydration the thought crossed his mind Great. Thats exactly what I need.

"Ez-kchhhk-ra." What was that. Was he dead, or just starting to hallucinate. "I -on't know if- kchhk -can here me." wait a second. He knew that voice. It was Sabine! She must of found a way to work the com. "but we're- kchhk -our way. We- Kchhk -going to get you ou-" Then the connection died. But it didn't matter. Ezra could feel a spark of relief. They're coming. His hazy mind made the connection My crew is coming back for me, and Ezra almost smiled...almost.

Feeeeelllllzzzzzzzz….nuff said.

Will Ezra make it out of this terrible situation, or will the ghost crew have to add to their list of lost loved ones? I know, Im evil…

Do me a favor, and have a super day (and review. Please.)

-Doodle