Ezra's breathing rate was increasing. Inquisitors. Here, now? Ezra honestly wanted to freeze; the old primordial urge to flee in the face of adversity was strong in the youth at the moment. The inquisitors (in reality Kanan, Sabine, and Zeb) all took steps forward - at the same time. Ezra had observed similar movements in the other inquisitors he'd encountered: it only increased his panic. The teen paced back until he was at a three-direction fork; one hall he recognized: it was the corner he'd turned only minutes before. That hall was to his left, and closest to the most broad inquisitor of the bunch. The hall to his right was identical to the one to his left. There was an option behind him, but it appeared to be a dead end.

A million different expletives flew across Ezra's mind, and the hand holding his lightsaber shook lightly. The blade dipped, it's tip scorching the floor beneath ir for a moment before shooting back up and settling at the same level as Ezra's waist. Glancing around once more, the teen took a step to his right. None of the inquisitors did the same, simply directing their helmeted heads to follow him. Unnerving tugged at Ezra's psyche. He took another step. No reaction. Still watching the inquisitors, Ezra stepped right again. No reaction. Again.

Emboldened slightly, Ezra took another step, using the momentum from his first step to increase the speed of his second.

Now the inquisitors reacted. One drew the blasters at their hip while one took a bo-rifle from their back.

The last drew a lightsaber.

Ezra, who at this point was sprinting down the hall that was once to his right, glanced back; the three inquisitors were all in pursuit. One carried twin WESTAR blaster pistols while the other two had a bo-rifle and lightsaber, respectively. The inquisitor with the lightsaber - whom Ezra assumed was the leader - shouted:

"Set your blasters to stun - we need to get him back to the Ghost!" They had the Ghost too? This wasn't good.

Not in the slightest.

Ezra saw a blue, ring-shaped stun bolt slam into the floor slightly ahead of him. Panic rising, he focused solely on the blastdoor ahead of him. With adrenaline flooding into his system, his force abilities were enhanced. As such, Ezra sensed another stun bolt rocketing towards his back. Flattening himself to the floor, Ezra watched as the bolt soared over to where his back had been; the bolt instead continued to fly down the hall. Wasting no time, Ezra kicked himself up, a small scorch mark being made as his lightsaber blade rose with him.

Ezra was barely aware of how fast he was moving, too focused on dodging the multitude of blaster bolts that flew at him. The first signs of fatigue began to creep into the youth when Ezra reached the at the end of the hall, dug his blade in the control panel next to it, and twisted. As it dug into the wiring of the panel, the blade struck the right wire, and the blast door slid open.

Thanking his lucky stars, Ezra spun and deflected two stun bolts sent by the inquisitors; one flew directly back at the caster, causing them to emit a squeak of surprise before collapsing to the ground. The other went wild, striking one of the CIS outpost's security cameras. The inquisitor in a black cloak turned to their remaining comrade, shouting,

"Take her back to the Ghost! I'll handle Ezra!" The inquisitor being addressed nodded, taking the inquisitor Ezra had knocked out by the waist, carrying them bridal style and turning to sprint in the opposite direction Ezra was going.

Ezra turned to face the remaining inquisitor, just as the lighting shifted from fluorescence to red. Sirens began to blare, and Ezra stared at the remaining inquisitor. The blade in his hand was steady; he wasn't going down easy. The final inquisitor stared back, their red blade dipping slightly.

Then the blast door shut.

This mission had been an interesting one for Zeb. And by interesting I mean confusing as all kriff.

For the first time in weeks, Zeb felt completely out of his depth; Ezra had always intrigued him, but this mission he was...strange. Stranger than normal, that is.

It had been going well until the teen seemingly lost his mind. He'd turned on them. Why? Zeb had no idea.

The lasat froze mid stride as the fluorescence of the outpost's lights turned ruby. Alarms began to blare, too, adding to the din. Blast doors shut with scarily sharp bangs one-by-one behind Zeb. The former honor-guard realized he was in the middle of one of where these blast doors would close, and dived to desperately into the space between it and the blast door that followed it.

Zeb touched the ground just as the blast door behind him slammed shut. Due to where the doors shut, the blaring alarms were drowned out by the thick durasteel of the blast doors directly behind and in front of the lasat. A small moan exited Sabine, and Zeb, in surprise, nearly dropped her. Sighing to himself, Zeb gingerly rose with Sabine in his arms and set the mandalorian down against one of the walls.

Removing her helmet, Zeb scanned for any sign of injury on the mandalorian's head. There were none, and Zeb set Sabine's helmet behind him. Inspecting the mark on Sabine's armor - no doubt caused by the stun bolt Ezra had deflected - It was just above Sabine's left breast, and the lasat unzipped the suit just enough to reveal the blaster mark. It was nasty alright: with cauterized skin that made Zeb gag. His furry hand shot back when the mandalorian let out a soft moan of pain. Okay, I'll just not touch it then. Zeb thought.

Carefully, the lasat removed the breastplate of Sabine's armor. The suit under it also had a scorch mark. Zeb wondered vaguely what the Sabine's blasters had been set to as he took a syringe of pain killer from the first aid kit on his waist. He also took out a small vial of disinfectant and a cloth. Finding a vein in Sabine's neck, he pressed the needle to it and ignored the hiss of pain it elicited. Zeb poured a small amount of the disinfectant on the cloth and dabbed it lightly on Sabine's wound. Sabine jerked back slightly, and Zeb set a furry hand on her shoulder. He pressed the cloth to the wound again, holding Sabine's shoulder and stopping from jerking back.

The former honor-guard repeated the routine several times, until he was satisfied that the wound wouldn't get infected. Once he was done, the lasat tossed put the cloth, disinfectant, and needle back into his first aid kit, letting his shoulders slump with fatigue.

Now he had to wait.

The only way out was blowing through each blast door individually, and he wasn't gonna trust himself with explosives anytime soon. He leaned against the wall across from Sabine, his head leaned against his left shoulder. His breathing slowed and Zeb felt increasing difficulty with keeping his eyelids open, and soon darkness embraced him.

AN: And so, Zeb and Sabine were separated from Kanan, new opportunities arose for Maul and they lived happily ever af - nah, I'm just kidding. Maul isn't going to live happily ever after, if the crew of the Ghost have any say in it. Also, Nearly seven thousand views! Hooray! The amount of views this story has is nearly three fold what this actual communitie's number of fanfics is! That's kinda depressing when you think about it. -_-

Anyhoo, and reviews/favs/follows will be duly noted - Raging Celiac