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Ezra's POV

It was hard watching Kanan fight a battle in his sleep. The Imperial scum did little good in helping either of us with anything other than keeping us alive.

I sat huddled in a nearby corner careful to make sure that Kanan always had his eyes on me in some way. My hand was killing me and I couldn't do anything to stop it. The only thing I made sure of was that the bone inside was set straight.

I was startled from my thoughts when the rumbling of the door opening broke the silence. I glanced towards Kanan who had awoken from a fit full sleep to the three people I wanted to give a piece of my mind to.

Tarkin glanced towards me and smiled maliciously. I instinctively huddled in a corner slightly scared of what was to come.

"We will make you talk, Jedi," The fiend replied pointing to me, "One way or another."

"I'll never tell you anything, even if I knew anything to begin with," Kanan retorted as he laid their helpless of the table like thing.

It was then that I noticed that the door to the cell had been left open like there was someone else outside. I began looking from Tarkin, Kallus and the Inquisitor, to the open door trying to figure out the best time to try and sneak out. To my benefit, Kallus and the Inquisitor had positioned themselves between Kanan and I with their backs turned to me. I took it as my sign to leave.

I rose as quietly and as quickly as I could to my feet and began tiptoeing towards the open door. I glanced around to the enemies in front of me, making sure that they didn't notice what was going on.

I was surprised however when I caught Kanan's gaze. He must have caught on to what I was doing and seemed to be visually encouraging me to continue.

I managed to get all the way up the steps virtually unnoticed. I looked back towards Kanan who was trying his hardest not to give away my position. But when he made eye contact with me, I saw Kallus catch his gaze and follow it, finally setting his eyes on me.

"Go, Ezra," Kanan earnestly exclaimed to me. I started moving but then stopped as Tarkin and the Inquisitor finally turned around and spotted me.

I didn't want to leave him to the mercy of those Imperial creeps, but I couldn't let them get any closer to me.

"Ezra, get out of here!" Kanan continued to push me away.

So I did the only thing I could think of doing. I closed the cell door, effectively separating me from the three Imperial soldiers.

I remembered Kanan telling me at one point that we needed to find a com panel and signal Hera our location. But I'd never been on a Star Destroyer before so I didn't know where to find one. So I continued to run the halls of the destroyer, not really paying attention to anyone.

I was startled from my thoughts, when I heard troopers running down an adjacent hallway towards my location. I searched the corridor for something to hide behind, but saw nothing. But then I spotted a grate to ventilation system. I ran over and quickly unscrewed the grate and squeezed myself in.

I had to bite my tongue to keep from audible hissing at the pain I was creating from my hand. I didn't think that one through well enough, though I instinctively pushed through the pain.

I got as far back as I could without being seen as the stormtroopers finally rounded the corner and headed in the direction that I had just come from. Once I couldn't hear the noise of their armored feet against the floor anymore, I inched out making sure that there was no one nearby. I stuck my head out and looked around and found that the coast was clear.

I got out of the vent and replaced the grate as best as I could. I then tried to figure out a way to get to a com panel.

"Dev, is that you?" my heart froze in my chest as I heard someone call to me. I was afraid to turn around and see who it was that spoke.

But when I finally did, I breathed a sigh of relief as I found that the person behind me was my friend Zare Leonis.

"Zare!" I exclaimed as I rushed forward to greet him, "You must help me."

"What are you doing here?" He questioned me, "The whole ship has been put on lockdown till they find an escaped prisoner.

"Zare, can I tell you something and you promise you won't tell anyone what I'm about to tell you?" I questioned Zare.

"Yes I can," he replied seeming genuinely concerned about something.

"I'm the escaped prisoner," I told him.

"What? How could this be? What's going on?"

"Listen, I don't have a whole lot of time to explain, but my real name isn't Dev Morgan," I began to tell him, "My name is Ezra Bridger and I've joined a team that has been fighting against the Empire."

"Ezra Bridger? You mean that you are one of those people they are deeming the insurgents?" he questioned me, "And there are more of you."

"Yes there are more of us. But I won't tell you who other than another one of them is also aboard this ship as a prisoner also. They haven't been to kind to either of us. I have a broken hand and this bruised eye to prove that."

He looked me over with a careful yet scrutinizing glare.

"Please, Zare, will you help me? I don't know anything about this ship and I have to send word to the rest of the crew to let them know where we are."

Silence passed between us for a few more seconds before Zare held out his hand as if expecting a handshake.

"I'd be happy to help you Ezra," He replied as I took his hand. I grimaced though when he squeezed. I had totally forgotten about my hand and a wave of pain was sent shooting through is as we clasped hands.

"Though I might say, I think we should get you patched up a bit before we head to the main com room," He replied. I noticed he was having a hard time trying not to laugh.

"Yeah," I replied through the pain, "I think that would be good."

"Come on then. Let's go."

Inquisitor's POV

We got the door open in no time as troopers filed in following lockdown procedures. I had walked out into the hallway seeing no sign of the boy. He had proved time and time again that he was more trouble than he looked.

I was met by Tarkin, right outside of the cell. Tarkin did not look happy.

"How do you plan on capturing him?" Tarkin demanded and answer from me.

"Masters and Apprentices of the Jedi, share a remarkable bond between the two of them. It is said that the bond is so strong, that even pain can be felt through it," I answered my superior, "It would be pointless to search the whole ship. He could be anywhere by now."

"You plan on inflicting pain on the Jedi to lure his padawan back here?"

"Precisely," I informed Tarkin as I walked back into the cell and towards the last means of re-capturing the Bridger boy.

"Well then while you work that out, I'll start the widespread search of the boy throughout the ship," I heard Tarkin tell me as he walked away.

Kanan's POV

I watched as The Inquisitor joined me back in the room, with Tarkin briefly standing near the door to the cell, but then soon left. The lights to the cell were turned off so that I couldn't see much more of what was going on around me.

Even though I couldn't see, I could definitely feel as my armor on my right shoulder and my holster on my right leg were removed. I began to slightly panic as the door to the cell shut, leaving the room in complete darkness.

"You know he'll be the death of you someday," The Inquisitor exclaimed to me as one of the sides to his lightsaber was ignited, leaving the room in an eerie red glow.

I just watched the Inqusitor slowly bring his lightsaber ever so closely to my right shoulder.

"He won't come," I explained to the Inquisitor, though it was more to myself than to him.

"You should know this more than anyone, that the bond between a Jedi and his apprentice is strong," the Paa'uan taunted me this time bringing the lightsaber to meet the fabric of my shirt. The smell of singed fabric met my nose quickly after.

"He's too smart for that," I continued to try and reassure myself.

I let out a small cry of pain as the red blade finally met my skin. The Inquisitor smiled menacingly as the smell of burnt flesh permeated the air replacing the singed fabric quite quickly.

"Let's see if we can speed things up shall we?" He questioned me as he rolled the lightsaber up my shoulder closer to my neck.

I could endure this pain. My only hope would be that Ezra would stay away.

DUH, DUH, DUHHHHHH! So what do you guys think so far? Hope you're enjoying this story! I wanted to thank flyingcats10041, animatedfangirl21101, AzulaBlue92, Melissa98, Lewa Neor, RUHLSAR000, Hiro-and-Baymax, animebff13, TheUltimateAngela, Gu3st123, and the three other guest reviewers for helping me through this writer's block. I can say that I was able to squeeze in almost everyone's story ideas into this chapter and if I haven't gotten to it, I plan to get to it in the next chapter. Anyway, hope you guys are enjoying this story! PLEASE REVIEW TO LET ME KNOW WHAT YOU THINK! Ahem, sorry for the caps. Got a little excited there. Thanks again-NightwingNinja17