Hello again! Tis I EmpireEmpress with chapter 5. Yay! This one will be a little more fluff and sad. So don't read this and listen to sad music. (I say from experience) I do have my own character that was mentioned in the first chapter. You finally get to know her a little more.

So, here it is chapter 5, A New Point of View. Enjoy!

Amissa's POV

I followed my master through the long grey corridors of the Imperial Star Destroyer named The Umbra. The clanking of trooper boots against the hallways filled the air.

"Master, where are we going?" I asked curious as to why he pulled me from my studies. His marching never slowed as he turned to me and said.

"My dear, you have a test today." A test? It better not be the Room of Torment again.

(Flash Back)

(3rd person)

"Why am I being pulled from my studies, Master?" Asked a six year old Amissa. She followed the Inquisitor through the corridors into a small room.

"You have a test today, my child." With those words, the door locked Amissa alone in the dimly lit room. A minute past of the young girl attempting to locate an exit, when the walls began to move inwards. Thinking quickly, Amissa grabbed a broom and jabbed it in between the two walls. This gave her time to concentrate. She sat cross legged on the floor while she moved her small hands outward. The walls pushed backward with a screech and crumpled up into a large ball, revealing the Inquisitor standing in the opening with a surprised look on his white face.

"Well done, my apprentice. You're stronger than we thought." The pale girl stood up and followed him out of the room.

(End of Flashback)

"Do not worry, my child. The Room of Torment is to basic for you." Master informed, as if he had read my thoughts.

"Then what am I going to do?" I asked still curious. Master laughed in amusement.

"You children seem to have never ending curiosity. If you must know, I have recently caught a Jedi and his padawan." Master began. Wow! A real Jedi and a padawan too! This is amazing! Master chuckled again.

"You and his padawan, Ezra, have many common abilities. This would make him a perfect match for you." Master finished. We stopped outside of my quarters. He gestured for me to enter.

"Please get your uniform on, I'll wait outside." Master said as I stepped into my room. I went to the closet and grabbed my black Imperial issued armor, my black lace up military boots, and my black silk cloak. I quickly changed, I glanced in the mirror and pulled my hair out of its messy ponytail. It gently rested on my shoulders as I admired the red streaks that outlined it. I stepped outside of my door to find Master leaning against the wall as promised.

"I like the red streaks, they define you. Bold yet beautiful." Master complimented as he put a hand onto my shoulder. I blushed as the words repeated in my mind.

Ezra's POV

I woke with a groan. My head was pounding, my throat was burning, and my wrist was throbbing. I tried to stand up only to fall into Kanan's arms. He laid me back down.

"Careful kid, you took quite a hit." Kanan informed as he ran his fingers through my hair.

"Kanan? Where are we? Why does my wrist hurt?" I asked still dazed from the past events. Kanan held up my wrist, it was wrapped and a bone was in the wrong position. I hissed when Kanan accidentally moved my wrist as he set it down.

"When the Inquisitor dropped you, the fall injured your wrist." Kanan said as he began running his fingers through my hair again.

"As for you first question, I have no clue." I looked at the door, then at the small bench I was lying on.

"Imperial Star Destroyer probably." I guessed. The door swooshed open, two stormtroopers entered, then the Inquisitor and a girl my age.

"Good guess, boy. Welcome to the Umbra." The Inquisitor sneered as he came closer to me. Kanan stood protectively over me. The Inquisitor force pushed him into the wall. He grabbed me by my injured wrist, I yelped in pain.

"Master! You promised me a fair fight. Seeing his condition, you must allow me to heal him." Scolded the girl. Her auburn hair with red streaks swaying as she demanded. The Inquisitor sighed as he threw me before her feet. She eyed him warily. The stranger knelt beside me and unwrapped my hand. I hissed as she pulled the wrap off. With ease, she carried me over to the bench using the force. She took my hand into her's and examined my wrist. She sighed as she told me gravely.

"It's a major dislocation, I'm going to have to pop it back into place. I'm not gonna lie, this will hurt a lot." She held my wrist in one hand and my arm in the other.

"On the count of three, one, two…" She twisted my wrist and arm in opposite directions making an unnerving snap. I cried out in pain. Kanan and even the Inquisitor cringed at the sound.

"Sorry about that. You'll need to keep the movements of it to the minimum, and keep it wrapped tightly. Right now your wrist is only sprained, but it still needs time to heal." She demanded as she checked over my wrist.

"I, uh, never caught your name." I told the girl. She looked up at me, her aquamarine eyes glistened silver around the edges of her iris. Her cheeks were a perfect shade of pink, and her lips a crimson red that brought out her eyes even more.

"I'm Amissa. You're Ezra, correct?" Amissa asked. I was so caught up in her beauty, I lost my tongue for a moment.

"Y-yeah." I stuttered still stunned. She released my hand and walked over to Kanan, who was lying unconscious. The Inquisitor stepped back as he let Amissa examine Kanan. She eyed the Inquisitor and said.

"He has a minor concussion. Not bad for being thrown around like a rag doll." Her words turned to a hiss. The Inquisitor took a small step towards me. Amissa stood up and began walking towards the door.

"So, what, you came in here to help us?" I asked completely confused. Her laugh sounded like a chorus of angels.

"You look cute when you're confused." Amissa commented before the Inquisitor stepped in front of her. He pinched the bridge of his nose and mumbled something about teenage girls.

"You will need to be in fit shape for Amissa's final test." The Pau'an said as he glared at me with his golden eyes. He turned on heel and left, Amissa gave me one last glance of pity, then followed. Kanan began to wake up. He stood up clutching his head, and walked over to me. I helped him sit and buried my face into his chest.

"It's ok Ez, we'll get out of here, somehow." Kanan reassured as he hugged me and ran his fingers through my hair.

"Kanan, the Inquisitor said I'll be the 'final test.' What does he mean?" I asked, afraid of what's to come. Kanan stiffened for a moment, then relaxed again.

"I don't know, but we'll hopefully be out of here before we find out." Kanan answered. My eyes became heavy, I drifted off into a dreamless sleep.

Rex's POV

I ran down the corridors to find alert the Phoenix Squadron of the recent attacks. I opened up Kanan's quarters to find Hera, Sabine, and Zeb lying unconscious against the wall. They began to come to as I entered.

"Guys, what happened?" I asked concerned. Zeb groaned as he rubbed the back of his head. After a second his eyes widened with fear.

"The Inquisitor, he took Kanan and Ezra." Zeb answered. His voice quiet and sollum as his ears went down. Sabine buried her face into Hera's chest. A tear slid down Hera's light green face. I placed a hand on her shoulder just a General Skywalker did with me.

"There was one a great man, who would stop at nothing to protect those he loved. One battle, he and our platoon were stranded on an unknown planet, in the far outer rim with no food, water, or weapons. All we had was each other. When we felt like giving up, General Skywalker stood tall in front of us and said ' No matter what road we're on, no matter if we are cold, injured, or starved. We will always fight, no just for those who can't, but for each other!' That very day we destroyed every clanker in our path. We saved entire villages with those words. So with those words, we're gonna keep hope that Kanan and Ezra are alive." I told. Zeb stood a little taller, Sabine lifted her head, and Hera got her familiar gleam back in her eyes. We left to go discuss a plan to rescue our Jedi.

The story Rex shared is 100% made up. Sadly, so is Anakin's speech. :'( Let me know in the comments what you think about my character.

Until next time Sith Apprentices and Padawans. ;)