Chapter 9
Panic.
Panic was the first thing that he felt immediately cores through his body. He could feel his heart begin to pound. He could hear it, and he was almost sure they could too. His face turned red hot in a split second before Kallus could even finish his sentence about the rebels cell, because he knew at the very moment when he saw that wicked grin on Kallus's face, he knew something, so many thought's, so many scenarios shooting through his pounding head like gun shots, he felt all of these things in the very second that Kallus said "so, what's this about a rebel cell?"
All he could do was panic. No. no, he couldn't panic, now was not the time to panic, now was the time to focus. He closed his eyes and began attempting to fix his mistake.
"What do you mean 'rebel cell?!'" Tarkin demanded, as he rushed over to Kallus's side by the monitor.
"Rebel cell, there is a rebels cell!" he exclaimed.
"I knew it" said Tarkin proudly, "what else?"
Kalluse looked confused, "there is nothing else, all it says it that there is a rebel's cell."
Tarkin began to understand as he approached the boy once more, "very well boy, you have already given us the information we need, why don't you just answer our questions now and make it easier on youself?" he said attempting to make a deal as Vader made it so the machine stop circling him.
Ezra looked at him, though he had no choice seeing as the table he was strapped to was in the upright position. It took him a second, but Ezra realized that he was actually trying to make a deal with him. " I may have stopped going to school when I was seven, but I'm not stupide." Ezra said with a sly smile. His voice was weak, but there was true power behind those words.
As if it was even possible Tarkin's face fell even more. "Very well boy, it was your choice, but it was the wrong one."
The mind probe began circling him again, Ezra focused and managed to block out the probe so they could not learn anything about his crew, though it didn't matter, they didn't care about that, all they cared about was learning more about the rebellion. But Ezra couldn't give them any information even if he wanted to, because he didn't know!
"I don't understand!" Kallus yelled, the frustration in his voice as clear as a bell. "the blockage was barley hanging on no more than ten minutes ago! Now it is as if the padawan was learned how to resist mind probes like a full Jedi! It is almost as if he doesn't know!"
"Don't be so incompetent Kallus!" barked Tarkin, "of course he knows more, he's a rebel! Why would he know nothing more than the fact that their a cell! It is clear he was been toying with us, porously letting his guard down and giving us just enough information so that we know he know's things, but not enough that it would be of any use."
"And why would he do that" Kallus said dryly.
"How am I suppose to know that! We need more information, and I do not wish to wait for the rest of the rebels considering the one with the most information would be the Jedi, how I hate to remind you, can resist mind probes! And pain has also proven to be inefficient with this Jedi, I fear this Padawan may be our last hope."
Ezra smiled after hearing that, they think that just because Kanan is a Jedi he'll have all the information, he probably won't even probe Hera, the rest of the crew would go first and after the third or so time they came up with nothing Tarkin would get so fed up he would just quit before he even got to Hera! His smile quickly faded when Ezra heard what the man in black had to say.
He outstretched his hand and the probe stopped spinning. "might I make a suggestion" he spoke, as he ignited his light saber. The two stopped their arguing for a moment to look at the man. "the probe has proven inefficient with the young one, he is stronger then we think if he is able to resist the probe at such an age, but, he still feels pain" he continued to talk as he grabbed the boys neck with the invisible connection and began to squeeze just tight enough that he could feel the restriction, and the powerlessness but no too tight that he couldn't breathe all together, so all he could do was gasp helplessly for air. Ezra hated feeling helpless. "Pain that can be used in our favor."
Tarkin gave a slight nod.
"we still need him alive." Informed Kallus
"He's right." Said Tarkin, this was most likely the first time Tarkin agreed with Kallus. "We shall being again in the morning, by then most of his cut's will have dried over, that way we can begin cutting them open again." The curl man laughed, "if we don't start tearing open the old one's, we'll run out of skin.
Hope you liked my chapter! I know I didn't bring up the crew much, just wait until the next until the next one! ; ) should be up within two days (like most times) ok, please review more! And thank you candyland7sis for your awesome spaghetti! J
-Azilia