Chapter 7
The clone entered the cockpit, but the rest of the crew barely looked up from the table where the hologram showed where the kyber crystals were being kept. "What? What is it?" the clone asked, wondering if the fake creates looked believable enough, for he had never seen one himself.
"I-it's the location of the creates" said Hera looking up at him. "There in an abandon warehouse a few miles from capital city on lothal. It's like a giant maze, only one way in"
"Witch means only one way out." Said Kanan.
"Oh, I can make a way out!" said Sabine pulling out a paint bomb from her belt.
"No" said Kanan putting his hand in the air, " your bomb's can deafen a storm trooper from half way across an imperial ship, even though we'll be a few miles from the city, someone's bound to hear it, which can attract ,er, 'unwanted' attention."
"So what are we waiting for then, let's get moving!" Zeb said turning off the hologram.
"It's not that simple" sighed Hera,
"Never is."
"Before we can go to lothal, we first have to make a lot of detours, just to make sure were not being followed."
"Yea" laughed Sabine , "last thing we need is to be in building with no way out with a bunch of bucket heads on our tail."
The rest of the crew chuckled a bit in agreement, but there stood the clone with a confused look on his face.
"Hey kid" said Zeb giving 'Ezra' a slight shove, "what's the matter, you look confused."
"it's just, well" the clone spoke, "what's a bucket head?"
'bring in the mind probe' the words seemed to echo, Ezra kept replaying the sentence in his head, and trying to remember everything Kanan had taught them about resisting mind probes. He glanced over to look at his arm of whitch the man in bkacj dragged his light savor down, but immediately regretted it.
He looked at the long angry burn the man had given him, the blood still seeping out, and the blackness of his skin around the cut, it stung like you couldn't imagine, he tried very hard not to move it, not even an inch, it stretched from his shoulder to his wrist and he could smell burnt flesh in the air.
Vader noticed the boy looking in horror at his injury's, he walked over and grabbed his hurt arm, twisting the burnt flesh around.
Ezra screamed out in pain, though he knew he would never be able to scream loud enough for anyone who cared to hear
Vader turned from the Ezra, who was trying to catch his breath. His raw flesh beginning to bleed again.
"He is young" said Vader in a deep and slow voice between deep berths, "he has most likely not began learning how to resist mind probes, if he has, his knowledge would be very limited."
That had been the longest sentence Ezra had heard him say.
Some troopers had begun getting the probe ready on the man in blacks orders.
"Are you finished yet!" Kallus said to the troopers in an annoyed growl.
"Yes sir" one of the two troopers spoke "mind probe is up and fully operational"
'teachers pet' thought Ezra, and probably the trooper standing beside him.
"Very well, that is all." Said Kallus as the troopers, or thing one and thing two as Ezra had named them in his head, made their way out of the room.
The man in black lifted his hand, which was wearing a black glove, and slowly the probe began to circle Ezra.
"Anything?" asked Tarkin as he looked over at Kallus who was reading the screen.
"Nothing yet, but we've only just begun, it is weak, but he is still resisting it."
"That's fine" said Tarkin as he walked up to Ezra, placing his face about three inches away from Ezra's. "we've got all night my boy, you will break."
Jello, sorry it was a little late! I was sick. I really hope you liked it, and if you have any comments, questions, or just something to say, PLEASE comment! And I'll be sure to explain it! Thanks again for reading! Next chapter should be up soon!
-Azilia