Chapter 14

"What do you mean 'change in plans?' hurry up and get on with or I will have you sold for scraps!" Tarkin barked.

The clone wounded what could be so important, but then again they did have a stubborn padawan on their hands, that could try anyone's patience, and Tarkin wasn't a very patience man. "The rebels" the clone said, turning to make sure the reels could not hear him, "they have changed their plans, the ambush will take place tomorrow, I repeat, the ambush will take place tomorrow, the rebels have moved up their plans, make sure your ready, and I'll update as soon as I find out more, copy?"

"Yes we copy, very good clone, the ambush will be ready, make sure the rebels are weak, be sure that they do not have any extra weapons on them at the time, they will fall to the empire, but they will also not hesitate to take out a few of are men in the process. Understand?"

"Understand." Repeated the clone, "signing off."

As soon as the clone signed off, Tarkin put away the communicator and turned to Kallus, "Well then Kallus, what is this all about? Did you find something in that boys head?" Tarkin asked firmly.

Ezra's bright blue eyes were wide with fear. What information could he have possibly given away that they would care about? All he knew was that they were a cell, and he had already let that slip, the pain that over took his body was over whelming, yet all he could think about was the ambush he had overheard Tarkin saying, if he touches them he'll!- well, he'll do nothing. Because he was beaten and bloody and helpless and his one weapon that might have helped protect is crew and himself was taken away. But not them, the empire had taken everything, everything from him once, and he just couldn't let it happen again, not to them.

Kallus glanced over at the scared and touchered child, and an evil shin raced across his eyes. "Well" spoke Kallus, "I've been looking through the data seeing if any of it would come in handy, and well, look at this." He said showing Tarkin the screen.

Takins face was bland as always, Ezra watched as his eyes moved back and forth as he read, until suddenly his eyes stopped and a wicked smirk slowly spread across his lips. "I can't believe I didn't see it!" Tarkin Exclaimed, "oh, but I should have!" he said walking uncomfortably close to Ezra, "your so much like them too, stubborn, foolish, weak. I should have been able to tell from the name, 'Bridger.'"

Ezra's confusion grew along with his anger. "What are- you.. talking, about?" Ezra managed to say, the pain taking over him as he focused on the taste of copper that had been in his mouth for hours. He asked the question, but knew he didn't want the answer.

"Ezra Bridger, Bridger, your parents, they were the original 'voices of hope' weren't they? He watched as the padawans face hardened, "They were weren't they! The fools broadcasting from their basement, I remember." He then placed his face right in front of Ezra's. "Do you want to know why I remember? I remember because I gave the order to kill them."

"NO!" Ezra yelled with the last of his strength as he looked up at the man he was sure was pure evil. He knew, he had always known, but now he was sure.

"Uh yes, the woman, Mira was it? Yes, she was a big crier, we couldn't get her to stop, she was especially winy after she witnessed the light saber plunge through her husband's chest." Tarkin said, making direct eye contact before breaking stare and walking towards Kallus and Vader.

"No! Your-your lying!"

"The woman did last longer though, she died two days later in tourchering. Horrible thing, I got blood on my best shirt."

This had been the worst pain Ezra had felt sin's being captured. "Stop!" he yelled, but Tarkin kept going, kept pushing.

Tarkin walked up to Ezra and put his mouth right up to Ezra's ear and whispered "you know that question? That question you asked- ask" he corrected, "every night before bed, 'did they die peacefully, or were they cut and burnt and electrocuted until they finally gave up and died?' well the answer is, yes."

"I said stop!" yelled- begged Ezra, but Tarkin kept going, "well at least the mother did, the fathers was rather instant-"

"I said STOP!" Ezra yelled and before he knew it Tarkin was flung across the room, slamming into the metal wall. Ezra was met with puzzled looks, had he done that?

Tarkin begin standing up from the ground, useing the wall to support him, "h-how did you do that?!"

Hey! I know, I know I'm really late on this one! I had a sleepover and saw age of Adeline in theaters (Greatmovie!) and It's my dads weekend! Sorry, and its late so sorry if this wasn't your fav chapter! (Chappy) hee hee inside joke! OK night guys! Please review and love spaghetti! ;) NIGHT!

-Azilia