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Kanan's POV

One hour later…

I had enjoyed some peace and quiet since Kallus, Tarkin and the Inquisitor left. I had drifted in and out of sleep as I tried to preserve my last bit of strength that I had left inside of me.

The Empire seemed to enjoy torturing people, especially Jedi. I don't know why they seemed to think that I know something. I didn't make sense. But they wouldn't stop pushing me to the brink of unconsciousness. I was physically tired. Tired of the torture, the Empire, and most of all I was tired of the three faces that always seemed to show themselves at the worst times.

My only hope was that Ezra wouldn't become the next victim in their plot. I didn't know what plan they had up their sleeve but it seemed bleak for me and my padawan. I wanted to know what would happen if they found out that I didn't know something. What would they do to me? Better yet what would they do to my padawan?

I was startled from my thoughts when I heard the door of the cell I was in open up to reveal the vile face of Governor Tarkin once again. This time though, he brandished an unsettling grin on his face.

"I hope that you have reconsidered telling us about the rebel cells," he explained to me, "Otherwise someone is going to have to suffer needlessly."

I watched to my horror as Kallus dragged an unconscious Ezra in and threw him in front of me. The Inquisitor released the restraints surrounding me and then the three Imperial scumbags left the cell.

I scooped his limp form into my arms and tried to wake him by shaking him. That didn't work so I tried shaking him awake. This got a slight movement coming from his end, but it didn't complete my objective. I then decided that I needed to use the force to coax him out of unconsciousness.

I sent waves of comfort towards him through our bond that we shared as master and padawan. I then sent a suggestion to him pleading with Ezra to wake up.

I just kept on feeding the force through to my padawan till he began to move and wake up.

"Ezra, can you hear me?" I asked the blue haired boy who laid somewhat still in my lap.

He finally moved his arms up to his eyes and gently rubbed them. It was only when he lowered his hands and opened his eyes, that I realized that he had a nasty black eye. I probed him with the force checking for other injuries in areas that I couldn't see. I concluded that his right hand was broken, as was his nose. He also had cuts and bruises on his arms and legs.

"Kanan?" I questioned the air quietly. I don't know what Kallus and the others did to Ezra as they brought him here, but it didn't look good.

"I'm here Ezra, I'm here," I reassured my padawan as the grogginess slowly left his face. I helped him sit up and had him lean his back against my shoulder as he continued to come to. He hissed in pain as he put pressure on his broken hand to sit up better. Once he was comfortable, I laid his broken hand gently against his chest hoping to ease some of the pain that I could obviously see he was in.

"What happened?" I asked Ezra after some silence drifted between the two of us.

"Vizago had called saying that he knew of your location and wanted only me to retrieve the intel. But it turned out that it was a trap laid by Kallus to capture me. He said that if I didn't come quietly, that he would hurt you, but that didn't stop me from trying to get away to Hera and the others. I ended up in a fist fight with Kallus and then the last thing I remember was getting stunned by something," Ezra relayed the information to me.

I leaned back against the torture rack I had just been standing on trying to be careful not to jostle Ezra too much. Many things were running through my head, but the only thing that seemed to stick out was that I had to get Ezra out of here. I knew what Tarkin's plan was and I wasn't about to let them use this innocent boy against me. Even if it was true that I knew nothing, they would never harm him.

"What do they want with me?" Ezra's voice echoed throughout the chamber.

I sighed once taking in the realization of what they wanted to do myself.

"They want to use you to break me," I began, "They think that I know something about the possibility of other Rebel cells."

Ezra sat up and turned to me, seeming surprised at what was going to happen.

"We need to get out of here," Ezra exclaimed, "They'll kill you."

"You need to get out of here," I said, "If they use you against me, things could get ugly."

"But I can't leave you," he said choking up at the prospect of leaving me behind.

"Yes you can because I want you to figure out where we are and relay that to Hera and the others. They'll come and rescue me after they get you off."

"And just how are we going to do that?"

The door suddenly opened to reveal the Inquisitor in all his glory standing there with a smirk on his face. As I stared at the face of my enemy, I found myself sitting up straighter as did Ezra.

"How touching," He smirked showing his pointy teeth one too many times for my liking, "Master and Padawan finally back together."

"I don't know," I whispered to Ezra, "But when I do, I will let you know."

Ezra nodded in acknowledgment as his full attention was now on the Paa'uan standing in front of us.

Much to my displeasure, he was being tailed by Governor Tarkin and Agent Kallus who also wore similar expressions to that of the Inquisitor's.

"What do you want with him?" I questioned the Imperials in the room through barred teeth. I also glared daggers at Tarkin, who in my eyes was the one man responsible for dragging my padawan into this whole mess.

"You know exactly what we want," Tarkin answered, "If you don't comply, then we will be forced to use measures such as making you watch your beloved Ezra being tortured right in front of you."

"I told you before, I know nothing of a larger rebellion. And even if I did, what makes you think I would tell you?" I continued to drill them with questions.

"Oh I think that you would regret not telling us," Tarkin finished as three burly Stormtroopers walked through the door to the cell and surrounded me and Ezra.

"Put him," Kallus spoke to the troopers as he pointed to me, "Back on the table and then hang on to the runt."

I quickly rose to my feet and began fighting the troopers. I heard Ezra scream in pain and watched helplessly as he was ripped away from me by his bad hand.

I didn't get far though as the two remaining troopers soon had a vice grip on my arms forcing me back to the berth that I had been lying on since I arrived. I kicked one of them as hard as I could in the knee, hoping that it would cause him to loosen his grip on my arm, but it didn't. I soon felt a fist to my stomach and my chest several times, which incapacitated me, making me go almost completely limp in their grasp. I let out a pained cough as I found myself being strapped back to the table once again.

I slumped against the restraints in much pain from that punch. I was pretty sure that a rib or two was broken. Once I stopped thinking about the pain, I made eye contact with Ezra. He was still in the grasp of the trooper, but he was still and looking at me with a terrified expression.

We then both looked over at Tarkin together.

"You won't escape from me that easy Jedi," Tarkin began as he stepped in between Ezra and me, "In fact, why don't you start by telling me where the other rebels are located?"