Hey, I know I don't usually write before a chapter, but all I can say is, it's about to go down!...

Chapter 17

"Come back." Ezra whispered, but it was too late, whatever was there from the blood loss, or the painstakingness of losing his family, or both, it was gone now, leavening Ezra once again completely alone, and reminding him once again that if you open yourself up, and be happy, and find a new family, it's only a matter of time before the empire finds that glimmer, that spark, and snuffs it out.

"I never left." Said a voice from beside Ezra, making him jolt in surprise. "Hey kid, miss me? Now what were you whispering about?" The Lasat said as the image stood before Ezra.

"W-what's happening?!" Ezra yelled, his voice dripped or fear, frustration and confutation all at once. "Your back on the Ghost! A-and then there was a man in black, and a red light saber, an-and a clone!" He stuttered out all at once. "An-and-"

"Whoa whoa Kid! Slow down! What are you blabbering about? Should I get Hera in here? You were out for a while."

It was then Ezra noticed that he was no longer sitting in the ground of the prison cell, but lying in the med-bay. On the Ghost! "W-Wha? How'd I get here? A trap! Were headed towards a trap!"

"Kid relax!" said Zeb. "When you went through the vents they were waiting for you, they forced pushed you into a wall and you blacked out, we got there just in time and you've been out ever sins, were on the Ghost."

Ezra looked around the poorly lit room that looked like the med-bay. But something was not right. Everything was not right. He closed his eyes tightly "no, no, that's impossible! That's-" but by the time he opened his eyes it was gone, it was all gone leaving him back on the ground of the prison cell, with far too many thoughts coursing through his head, but the one that seemed to stick out the most was the fact that everyone he loved was heading directly into the hands of the empire.

The crew went on foot and began seeking through the poor and dusty planet of Lothal, the sky was pink as the town began to wake up to set up their stands for the day. They began weaving in between the buildings and past the crowds of people beginning to start the day, their hoods were pulled very their heads as they stuck to the shadows not saying a word to each other. 'How did that street-rat survive on this good for nothing rock for so long?' Thought the clone as he followed the rebels past the crowds. As they began getting further and further away the crowds began getting smaller. Once they finally got to a point where they were just walking past abandon buildings they took off their hoods.

"This is what's known as 'the cemetery' around these parts" said Sabine grimly, "just a bunch of abandon buildings that the empire shut down, right Ezra?"

The clone froze, he hated it when all eyes were on him. "Uh, yes?" he cleared his thought, "yes." He said with more confidence this time, though he was trembling inside.

"Wow" said Zeb, "What happened to them all?"

"Well, most of them had to close down because the empire was asking for unreasonable amounts of money just to keep their small little business open." Answered Sabine before her eyes fell to the ground, "they all went bankrupted."

Hera suddenly stopped dead in her tracks, and she turned to face the stopped crew. "Were here."

Ezra grabbed his side and began sating up from the ground, tightly pressing his hands agents his side, trying to prevent and more blood from carelessly dropping to the floor, he needed every last drop of it. He slowly glanced down at his side once he was standing, the wall doing most of the work, only to see the long deep cut and the ripped red clothing that followed.

He closed his eyes and sighed loudly, and when he opened them a blue haired girl with pieces of fiery red sticking out stood before him. She glanced down at his side as well.

"Wow kid, I wish I could say that was some of my paint you spilled on yourself." She said, her voice exactly like Sabine's, but something was missing from it, there was no, spark, no flicker of amazement that came every time she opened her mouth. He looked around; he was back on the Ghost.

"H-how'd I get here? Oh no not again! This isn't real, or, or is the jail cell not real?"

"Kid, relax, didn't Zeb explain what happened? I hear once he was done telling you, you passed out. You should take it easy, a lot happened to you." She began reaching out her hand, but he aggressively flinched away.

"No," he said, and tried to back away but then realized that he was standing agents the wall, the same way he was in the cell. If there even was a cell. No, there was a cell! Was this it? Was this the dark side thing the 'Darth Vader' guy was talking about? No. No, he had to keep a clear head and know what was real and what wasn't. And this wasn't. "No" he said once more, "Sabine, no matter how much I want it be, that isn't you. You are back on the Ghost, the real Ghost, and I am in a imperial prison cell on a star destroyer right now, no matter how much I want it to be, your not here!"

"Kid, calm down would you-"

"No!" he yelled as he closed his bright blue eye tightly and angrily turned his head away, and by the time he looked back, it was gone. It was all gone, and once again he was in his cell, his knuckles turning white as he tried to hold on to reality.

They slowly approached the tall building and began walking up the steps. Zeb looked over to the far left side of the long cement stairs and on the third step of the five he noticed something sitting on the steps, and without thinking we began to walk towards it.

"Zeb?" Sabine asked as she saw him walk further away from the steps, and began catching up to him. Kanan and Hera exchanged a tired look and began following them too, and Chopper trudged behind grumbling considering it was hard enough for him to get up stairs alone.

"What is that?" Sabine said as they walked up to it, but once she saw, her eyes filled with sadness, along with Zeb. Chopper even stopped his grumbling once he saw what lay before them. It was a shrine of some sort, with pictures of kids and some burnt out candles. There were about seven kids in the picture frames, three girls and four boys. It must have been put there by the family and friends of the children who were lost in those very walls all those years ago.

They stood there for a very long time looking at pictures. Hera was the one to finally break the screaming silence. "We should probably get going now, they could have spotted our ship that's parked a few miles back and know something's up."

"Yea," Sabine said, "lets- hey wait a minute, where's Chop?"

And just then, as if on cue, the usually grumbley droid rolled up, not making a sound, and placed down a flower on the stairs by the shrine. The rest of them just gave a sad smile and began walking up the stairs and into building. As if they got some sort of closure. But the clone just looked confused, 'why would people care this much?' he thought as he took one last look at the shrine and the pictures of the kids, most human, the rest Rodian, and one Twi'lek, before running up the steps to catch up to the people he was going to imprison in no more than an hour.

The crew stood at the door as Zeb broke off the rusty chain that encircled the door handles, though they only put them there as a just in case, they didn't need the chains there to keep people out, all they needed was the shrine of the children, and the memories that came with it.

Once the doors were open, they all looked at each other and took a deep breath, as they slowly began walking into the building and disappearing behind one of the many, many, corners.

Before following the clone pulled out his com and quickly whispered, "Bridger to bass, Bridger to bass."

"Bass here." Answered Kallus.

"Were in." He said before sliding the com into his pocket and following the rest in.

Kallus turned as he faced many of the storm troopers, ammunition, and hiding places that stand in front of him. An evil grin spread across his face. "So are we."