This chapter is a lot more violent than the previous chapters. Please take caution when reading!

The first thing Kanan noticed when he woke up was how quiet the ship was, as if all of its other occupants have left. The only sound that could be heard besides his shifting under a blanket he didn't remember having before he fell asleep.

Against his better judgment he decided to try and stand up. He swung his legs carefully over the edge of his bunk and steadied his feet so he could stand up. He pulled himself up with the ladder to the top bunk, carefully so he wouldn't pull any of his muscles harshly. He didn't want to risk falling again if he could help it.

As soon as he felt steady, he checked the clock for the time. 17:32, only a few hours till the sun set… It shouldn't be this quiet on the ship right now. There is no way that this crew was this quiet unless they were all sleeping, and even then Copper is awake and fixing various things around the ship.

Pushing that little bit of concern aside, he hobbled carefully towards the door and out of his cabin. He made a quick stop into the cockpit of the ship, hoping to find Hera and/or Chopper doing some maintenance work on the Ghost only to find the room vacant. Then he realized that everyone might have decided to go eat something so he went to check the Common room and Kitchen area.

As Kanan made his way to the Common room, a strong metallic smell began to fill the room. The ship often had a bit of a metallic smell, seeing as the ship was made almost entirely out of Durasteel and various other metals, but this was a lot stronger than usual. The first thing to pop into Kanan's head was that Ezra and Chopper got into something, broke it and had to weld it back together to try and fix it…

As Kanan entered the common room, he almost fell back due to the smell.

Lying on the floor were the dead bodies of the ships resident muscle and artist. The metallic smell of blood entered Kanan's nose in large quantities and he couldn't figure out what made him more sick, the smell of the blood or the sight of Zeb and Sabine's white, drained and lifeless eyes.

As he ran a hand through his tied hair, trying to figure out what he was going to do, he heard a small sound of someone yelling for help. His eyes turned to the Kitchen area, and he carefully maneuvered himself over the bodies of his two team mates and into the Kitchen.

As the Kitchen door slid open, he had to hold onto the wall to keep himself from falling. Lying there as dead as Sabine and Zeb, was his young Padawan Ezra. His eyes were glazed over, lifeless. There was a stab wound through his chest. There was no blood, hinting to Kanan that he was probably stabbed with a Lightsaber of some kind.

On the other side of the room, leaned up against the wall, was Hera. One of her Lekku was half missing, probably cut off by the same saber that killed his Padawan. Small movements with her mouth and eyes clued Kanan in on the fact that she was not dead yet, but was severely close to being dead. Tears streamed down her cheeks, making trails in the blood that stained them. Her left leg has several gun shot wounds in it, along with a few painful gashes up and down her arms and chest, most of them still oozing blood. Her gloved hands were covered in the sticky red liquid, probably due to her trying to stop the wounds from bleeding.

"Ka…" Hera tried to call for Kanan, but the words died on her tongue. Kanan moved forward into the room, letting out a small, shaky breath as he stepped over Ezra's body. He knelt down next to Hera, taking one of her bloodied hands in his. Hera carefully moved her head to face him, a small smile on her lips. It died off quickly though as she tried to tell Kanan something.

"Ka…. Ka-" Hera tried to move forward a bit to try and get closer to Kanan but she quickly fell back against the wall again.

"N-No… Hera, save y-your energy… P-please…" Kanan said, his grip tightening on her smaller hand. He felt tears welling up in his eyes, but he quickly sucked them back to try and appear strong.

Hera stared into Kanan's eyes, dazed and confused before her face hardened slightly.

"T-the…." She started, breathing becoming labored and making her speech slur, "In… Inquisit…" Hera's voice hitched and she grew silent… Her eyes rolled back and her body grew limp as all of what was left of her life vanished from her physical being.

"No…n-no…" Kanan repeated over and over, grabbing hold of Hera's slim shoulders in an attempt to try and wake her.

A small sob escaped his lips as he pulled the Twi'leks dead body close, embracing it without worrying about how much blood he was now covered in. He went into this life hoping to make things better, to never suffer the same loss as he had with his Master. He was alone again, something he never thought he'd have to experience once more. He didn't know what he was going to do…

Seconds later his thoughts were interrupted by the sound of a lightsaber igniting. He quickly turned his body to the side to look behind him, never letting go of Hera's lifeless body.

"You…." Kanan growled out as he was met with the face of the Inquisitor, "I thought you were killed."

"There were many things you thought that haven't come true. Like how you thought that you could save your precious Rebel friends… But here they are, dead and rotting just like your Master…" The Inquisitor took small steps forward, getting closer and closer to Kanan. Kanan backed up as much as he could, still huddling Hera's body to him as if she could protect him.

"Now you have nobody else to die for you…" The Inquisitor continued, "What are you going to do now?"

Kanan continued to stare into the Inquisitors yellow eyes, truly unsure of what he was going to do.

"No ideas? How about one of these options; you can stay alive and pledge your allegiance to the Empire and to the Dark Side of the force or I can kill you now and allow you to suffer the same fate as your precious crew."

Kanan's face hardened as he stared into the Inquisitors eyes.

"I'd rather die than pledge allegiance to a corrupted system of the weak hearted."

The Inquisitor smiled.

"Suit yourself…"

Kanan woke up before the Inquisitor could swing his lightsaber.