Okay guys! Thanks for helping me get out of this rut. Don't know why I seem to be able to write a bunch of chapters just fine, but then it seems like my mind goes blank, but you guys have the best ideas so I hope to utilize them somewhere in this story and if not this one, for sure I will try to use it in others. Thanks also to all of the guests that I can't reply to who love this story as well! This means a lot to me that people even outside of the website love this story. Also this chapter is going to be longer than most because I have a lot I want to write about.

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Kanan's POV

I watched Dr. Veldar closely. I was honestly terrified at what he was going to do to Ezra. His smug expression didn't help matters any as he seemed to take too much pleasure in torturing people.

He walked over to a nearby table and pick up what looked like a powder of some sort. I couldn't tell what it was from my position on my back, but I recognized the other object that he picked up.

It was a syringe filled with something I didn't know but as he walked over to Ezra, my heart began to race.

He injected whatever liquid that was in the syringe, into Ezra's neck and then stood back as if he was waiting for something to happen.

I then turned my attention towards my padawan. I had never seen the boy so still before. The last time this happened was when he had summoned the huge Fyrnok (hope I'm spelling that right, let me know the spelling if not) and passed out from the overexertion.

But that didn't last long as I noticed he began to squirm. I could see the rise and fall of his chest as he took in the air around him. He then began to slowly open his eyes. I realized that what Veldar had injected into him was a serum to wake him up from the stun blast.

Just as Ezra fully opened his eyes however, our torturer blew some of the powder into the face of my padawan.

"What did you do to him?" I angrily questioned our captor.

"I'm experimenting a new hallucinogenic that I've created out on your little friend here," Veldar replied letting pleasure seep through his voice as he explained it to me.

"If you want your friend to be healed from this, Jarrus," The Inquisitor began as he came up to where he was directly above my head. I looked up at him slightly frightened at what he was going to do to me, "I suggest that you tell us where the rest of the Rebels are."

It was then that I felt a tremor in the force coming from Ezra. I looked up to find him struggling against the restraints holding his eyes closed so tight, it looked like that someone was hurting him. I then felt the force flow through him like I had never encountered before.

I glanced over at Veldar, who seemed to be enjoying the results of this little experiment that he was conducting on Ezra. His lips contorted into a creepy smile only indicative of someone who spent their life torturing people.

I was startled out of my thoughts, when I felt something lash out in the force. It seemed to be coming from nowhere as I couldn't pinpoint the source of the outburst.

But I soon realized it was Ezra.

He lashed out at our bond, that every master and apprentice, had as if it was the enemy. He attacked it so hard, I had to put up a small shield just to keep from getting hurt.

He then made many indecipherable noises, crying out to an invisible someone. He then cried out my name a few times.

So I decided to use the force to comfort him.

I began to probe the bond and found nothing but blackness. It scared me when I was met with a dark wall of the force as if his side of the bond was being blocked by an invisible force.

But after a little bit of pushing, I managed to break the mental wall down finding on the other side the bright force signature of my padawan.

"Kanan, help me! It hurts!" Ezra mentally exclaimed to me. I was taken aback at his show of skills. He never did that before. It just went to show how quickly his skills were advancing.

"What can I do?" I questioned Ezra.

"Anything to make it stop!" I could hear anguish coming from his already feeble voice.

I struggled to find something to do. The only idea that kept surfacing was just to give him something to latch onto till the drug wore off.

So I widened the reach of my own force signature. I felt Ezra grab onto my end as if it was going to go away.

But at that same moment, I felt something else latch onto my mind except this one wasn't pleasant.

It wasn't pleasant because it was the Inquisitor who had joined the fray. His force signature began to once again creep in between my precious shields and all of the secrets that laid behind them.

"Tell me where the other cells are, now!" The Inquisitor demanded of me. I was honestly terrified, not just for myself but for Ezra. I had to split my focus which I realized too late that it was probably what the Inquisitor wanted me to do.

So I couldn't stay strong for Ezra.

I could feel both ways now, feeling Ezra's desperation and the Inquisitor's intensity all at the same time.

But I could only focus on one. And I chose to focus on….

"Ezra, please stay with me," I pleaded with my padawan.

"Kanan, I'm just seeing you die over and over again! I can't take much more of this. Please make it stop!"

"It will pass, just stay with me!" I replied.

It was then that I began to see whatever Ezra was seeing in the hallucination.

I was seeing myself chained to a wall in a similar fashion as Ezra was being held. I then saw the Inquisitor lift his lightsaber high in the air, ready to strike at any moment. I then heard the pleas coming from my padawan as he cried out to the Inquisitor to spare me.

But the vision went black as I then saw the red blade make contact with my neck.

My mind was then jerked back to reality as I felt painful pressure coming from the Inquisitor's attachment to my mind. I tried pushing him out, but met with stiff resistance from the opposing force.

"Tell me Jarrus, or your mind won't survive the night!" He once again demanded that I told him.

"I don't know anything!" I replied in desperation.

At my reply, the Inquisitor delved deeper into my mind. It wasn't pleasant as he caused major mental pain as he pushed. It didn't help matters that I was feeling the pain from Ezra's side of the bond either.

Suddenly, I began seeing, Ezra being the one holding the red blade and readying the killing blow to myself. I was the one pleading to Ezra to not do it. I then saw behind my padawan that the Inquisitor was using the force to make him do it.

"No, I can't kill him," Ezra pleaded with the fake Inquisitor, "No actually I won't kill him"

I saw that Ezra's arms were trembling as it became apparent that he was trying to resist the Inquisitor's hold on him.

But then once again the vision went black as the Inquisitor won the battle and made Ezra kill me.

I then began feeling an overwhelming sadness flow from Ezra to me.

"No! He can't be dead!" I mentally heard Ezra exclaim, "I didn't do this! This isn't real!"

"Ezra, I'm not dead!" I tried encouraging him, but this only resulted in him lashing out once again.

"No you're not alive! Get away from me!" He exclaimed. I began to feel his grip on my signature falter.

"I'm not dead and have never been. Please, don't leave!" I pleaded with him once more, "Ezra please stay with me. Stay strong!"

I just felt fear and remorse running off my padawan like a waterfall.

"I killed him! I killed him!" Ezra kept on saying. I didn't think he knew that he was still saying things through our shared bond.

Almost simultaneously though with Ezra's cries, The Inquisitor tightened his hold on my mind and this time, began painfully probing my mind in search of the answers he was looking for.

I could feel that my consciousness wasn't going to last for too much longer, but I had to stay strong for Ezra. I couldn't leave him during a dark time.

But then I felt the pressure from the Inquisitor slowly dissipate.

I could still feel Ezra's distress but it had lessened greatly.

I then slowly started to open my eyes that I had unconsciously closed.

I looked up and saw the Inquisitor scowling at me as if what he had discovered was undesirable. I then spotted Veldar who had made his way back over to Ezra.

"It seemed that your tactic worked Inquisitor," Veldar exclaimed as he turned his beady eyes towards me.

"It seems it has," The Inquisitor momentarily had forsaken his stone cold glare directed towards me to address the doctor, "But know this, Jarrus, the next time, I won't go as easy on you as I did earlier."

With that the Inquisitor stalked out of the room, leaving Veldar with Ezra and I.

Veldar gave me a look of disappointment as he unclipped my restraints. Once he was through with me, he walked over to Ezra and lengthened the chains, not unchaining him, but giving him some slack. Veldar then soon followed in the Inquisitor's footsteps.

I didn't have to be close to see that Ezra was visibly crying. His small body shook as he let loose the sadness the hallucination must have caused him.

I hurried over to him and cradled him in my arms trying to send some sense of security over the bond. He then opened the handsome blue eyes.

"Kanan?" he said sounding somewhat surprised that I was there in front of him.

"I'm here Ezra, I'm here!" I said holding him closer trying to reassure the young man that I wasn't dead.

"I thought…..he made me….." He stuttered.

"I'm still here Ezra. Nothing's happened to me yet," I quickly stated.

I just held him closer as fresh tears began falling down his face. I didn't know exactly what he just went through, but it must have been horrifying. We just sat there until Ezra had fallen asleep.

And I just sat there wondering how in the world were we going to get out of this mess.

Hera's POV

I didn't know what to do. Sabine, Zeb and I had spent the last day and a half trying to find the best solution on how to rescue Kanan and Ezra. We still hadn't come up with a good plan, or at least a good plan that didn't involve the other two members of our crew.

"What do we do now Hera?" Sabine questioned me, "No matter what we come up with, we can't seem to get around the fact that we need Kanan and Ezra to complete it."

"I don't know, Sabine," I said as I plopped down on the couch surrounding the holo-chess table in defeat.

"Well we need to come up with something fast or else that ship won't be in orbit for much longer," Zeb stated. The destroyer was scheduled to leave soon and we had no clue where it was headed, so we had to make our move as soon as possible otherwise we could lose two valuable members to our team.

Just then I heard beeping coming from the cockpit. I quickly rushed in to find that it was Fulcrum trying to contact me.

"Of course why didn't I think of that?" I mentally berated myself. Why didn't I think of Fulcrum being able to help us before?

"This is Hera, go ahead Fulcrum," I replied as a hologram of Fulcrum's cloaked figure came into my line of sight.

"I have another mission for you," the mysterious person began, "One that should bring you many credits."

"Actually Fulcrum, I can't take any missions right now."

She questioned me and I explained to her the whole story of how Ezra and Kanan were captured by the Empire.

"We have to act soon if we are to get them back," I ended, "The ship is scheduled for departure soon."

"What is your plan?" Fulcrum questioned me.

"None of the plans that we have come up with can work without Ezra or Kanan," I informed the informant of our predicament.

"Well this sure complicates things," Fulcrum voiced, "And why do you need my help?"

"I know that you have some connections to people higher up in the rebellion and was hoping that you could help us retrieve or come up with a plan to rescue them," I informed the mysterious figure behind the veil.

"It will be dangerous, are you sure you are up for what I have to offer?"

"I have been battling the Empire for years," I replied, "I think I can handle it."

"Okay well then let's see what we can come up with shall we?"

Kanan's POV

One and a half hours later…

I had drifted in and out of sleep for what seemed like a long time. I didn't know exactly how long it had been since our last encounter with Veldar and the Inquisitor but it seemed like forever.

Ezra was still cuddled against my chest as he slept on. He had been asleep this whole time without any sign of waking up soon. I did my best not to move on the boy as he had been through a lot already.

But my hopes of allowing him to rest were shattered as the creaking of the door opening signaled the arrival of the unwelcomed guests and then some.

I knew this round wasn't going to be as nice as the last one as Veldar had brought in more than just syringes and vials. He brought it a briefcase into the room that I could only assume had the torture devices in it. The bad feeling even grew worse as four more of those burly stormtroopers entered the room.

"Secure him," Veldar commanded the troopers as he pointed to me, "Make sure he stays as still as possible."

Once again my padawan was ripped from my grasp and I was forced into the vice grip of the troopers once more. This time though, they didn't strap me back down to the table, but made sure that I was still. One held me by my arms, one held me by the back of my neck and the last one was there to make sure I didn't try anything.

"You are going to pay dearly for the treachery that you have caused," Veldar exclaimed. I didn't know what treachery he was talking about though.

It was then that he turned around with his back to me, preparing something with the many devices he had up his sleeves. I couldn't tell what was going on though as he made quick work of the preparation phase.

I could feel my heart beating inside of my chest not knowing what was going to happen.

He then turned around to face me once again and in his one hand he held a syringe with a clear liquid inside and in the other hand he held a syringe with a red liquid inside.

I struggled against the vice grip of the troopers as he grew ever closer to me. It didn't do me any good as the trooper holding the back of my neck squeezed tighter causing pain to erupt.

I was then forced to turn my head to the left to where the right side of my neck was exposed. As I still struggled, Veldar closed the gap. He then carefully set down the syringe with the red liquid in it and prepared to inject the clear stuff inside of me.

I closed my eyes not wanting to watch the whole thing happen. I was startled when I felt the pain of the needle puncturing my skin.

Veldar stepped back a little ways, but didn't move. I didn't know what he was waiting on but it scared me.

But as a few seconds ticked by, I could feel something change inside of me, one that I never wished to encounter in my life.

He had injected me with a force inhibitor.

And after for what seemed like a few hours had flown by, the effects of the inhibitor came into full effect.

I could no longer feel the comforting presence of the force nor the bond that Ezra and I had. I was practically, utterly useless without the force and Veldar must have known that.

"I know what you're thinking, how did I know about how much you rely on the force?" Veldar must have read my mind because that was exactly what I was thinking, "Although I'm mainly hired to torture just the regular folks, I specialize in torturing Jedi."

I felt my heart drop. I wasn't going to get out of this one easily.

"Now we have one more injection and then we're through," He explained to me like I was a five year old boy going to the doctor for the first time.

He picked up the syringe with the red fluids inside and proceeded to finish the job. This time though, instead of injecting the fluids into the side of my neck, he had the troopers turn me around and he injected it into the base of my neck.

Veldar once again stepped back to enjoy his work in a creepy sort of way.

I began to feel tingling starting in my feet and then it began to spread so much that I couldn't feel my legs from the knee down wards. I began to slump in the grasp of the troopers.

"Put him down," Veldar ordered the troopers around.

They did what they were told and put my on the ground. Out of instinct, I tried turning around to get up but found out that I couldn't feel my own arms. I then slowly began to lose feeling in every part of my body except for my face.

"You see Jedi," Veldar taunted me, "I've now paralyzed you. You aren't going anywhere."