Chapter 30.
The crew was in their cell. They knew it was coming, they knew they were coming. The rebellion was on there way. The spark of hope that they held had refused to go out. And it would catch fire.
"Ok." Said Kanan, glancing over to the still passed out Sabine.
"Kanan, she'll be up soon. Now let's make a plan." Said Hera, turning back around Kanan's focus.
"Right" he mumbled, "right, so the Rebellion had to have been in the same hyperspace coordinates to set off the light saber, which means when we get out of here, we'll pass the detention center lock up, where our weapons will be, to face the Sith Lord, we'll only have Ahsoka's and Ezra's light sabers, and can't stress this enough, we are not taking him down. He is far beyond anything mine and Ezra's powers are ready for." He said, almost winching at the mention of his padawans name.
He opened his mouth to speak again, but was stopped at a slight moan.
"Aaa, wa-what happened. Did the ship just explode? Oh no, was I the one to explode it?!"
"Sabine!" Hera called, rushing to her side.
"How are you feeling?" Asked Kanan.
"Like I just took a face full of bench!" She said, ignoring the hand of Hera, attempting to push her back down. "Kanan! Wa-What happened!" She said, both anger and confusion in her eyes.
"Calm down" said Kanan, "I can explain, you see-" but he was quickly cut off by the sound of something smashing agents a wall, hard.
It came form Ezra's cell.
"Karabast!" Yelled Zeb, as he shot up to the bars of the cell. "Kid!"
Kanan joined Zeb at the bars, attempting to see what had happened, with Hera still on her knees, trying to help Sabine, who was still on the ground, but all eyes where glued to the cell door across from theirs, with potentially there youngest member dead.
That was the worst part. Through everything. That was the one moment that would send a shiver down Kanan's spine every time the scene replayed in his head. It was the one moment where he couldn't hear his heart beating for a full second. It was the moment that awoke him from any of his coma like sleeps. It was the moment when, for a brief second. He had no idea if his padawan was dead or alive. It was the moment when he really had no clue. It was the moment when his heart stopped beating and his lungs stopped inhaling and his knees barley supported him. But it was for only a second, because then the doors opened, and the proses started all over again.
The Sith Lord walked out slowly, the rest behind him. He stopped dead in his tracks and turned his head ever so slightly to his left, glaring at the rebels.
"the boy has been broken." And those where the only words that emerged from behind the black mask before he made his way down the hall.
"LIER!" Kanan yelled after him, which only made Kallus trudge behind the others, just so he could do something he wasn't terribly good at. Telling the truth. But in this case, the truth was just so much fun!
"Oh, it is no lie, rebels. You did hear the blast that occurred form the cell, well how could you not have? That was not us. It was the child."
"Your lying." Zeb growled, gripping the metal bars between his fists.
"Oh? Am I Lasat?" He then smirked wildly at the wide eyes Jedi. "Just look at the Jedi! He can, how do you say it? Scene it? Even without the force Jedi are very good when it comes to fear. And when a person lies there is always the tinniest bit of fear. You can't scene it, can you!" He almost sang in wickedness. "You know I'm not lying! Well this is perfect. Tell me Jedi, am I lying when I say this?: your padawan has used the dark side. The long over do yellow is already beginning to make an appearance! A little longer and he will fall to the right side." He sang as he begun once again to make his way down the hall.
"He's telling the truth." Kanan said through gritted teeth, knuckles turning white as he grasped the bars.
"Oh! And don't be thinking the other rebels, will be coming to save you, and the young one, before it's too late. We're taking care of that." Kallus called as he turned and disappeared behind the corner.
"T-they know." Said Hera, shaking her head in disbelief. "They know the rebel fleet is coming. It's a bunch of star destroyers agents some beat up ships. They, I, Kanan. What are we going to do?"
And for once he didn't have an answer.
The Empire had done it. They had finally achieved their goal. They had finally taken the spark of Rebellion. The spark of hope. And snuffed it out.
It will never. Catch. Fire.
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-Azilia