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The entire flight of Phantom in hyperspace passed in silence, the sensations of the events that had taken place flying in the air. Zeb was at the wheel, watching the dashboard, Sabine was running her eyes over her helmet, noting where to apply a second coat of paint, Ezra was still in the corner, but now he was wearing some old jacket Sabine had found for him under the seat. The jacket was too big for him, but it served its purpose perfectly.
From time to time, the Mandalorian's eyes darted from the helmet to the young Jedi. Ezra stopped shaking, but he didn't change his position, continuing to sit in the corner of the ship. She could see his chest rising and falling, but she doubted he was asleep. He may have fallen into some kind of unconsciousness, but that's all.
After some time, the Phantom came out of hyperspace, and they saw the Rebellion fleet. The Ghost was docked to the main ship, so they headed towards it.
"Phantom, provide the codes," a voice said from the comm panel, most likely the flagship.
Sabine saw Ezra flinch and raise his head slightly. He wasn't looking in her direction, but at the fleet through the porthole on the wall. She saw his face go pale for a second, but soon he lowered his head back down.
"Transmitting access codes," Zeb said evenly, not raising his voice as he pressed a few buttons.
"The access codes are correct," they were told, and Lasat only grunted as he steered the ship toward its nest in the Ghost.
As soon as the Phantom docked, Ezra got up from his seat and walked down the ramp without looking at either of them. Sabine got up and followed him, leaving Zeb to clean up the ship.
"We need to talk," Kanan said, crossing his arms and frowning as Ezra stepped off the last step, not missing the fact that he was wearing some kind of dark blue jacket.
The older Jedi saw the boy cross his arms and hunch over, looking at the floor. He didn't think much of it, assuming the guy was just feeling guilty. And he had to.
"You can't just go off on missions that you haven't been assigned without some sort of notice to us. We have rules, and we expect you to follow them.
Ezra nodded silently, then looked away for a moment. But it was only a second before Kanan noticed the glassy gaze and the red tinge around his eyes.
"Ezra, are you okay?" What's wrong?" asked Kanan. His small anger and displeasure with his Padawan quickly passed, replaced by concern.
He reached out to put a hand on the boy's shoulder, but the boy dodged it and glared at the teacher with an angry but fearful expression.
"I-I'm fine," he said huskily, looking down again. – I'm very tired. I'll be in my room, I want to go to bed". He strode past the others and out into the corridor.
"What just happened?" Hera asked, worried for the youngest member of her team.
Kanan closed his eyes and focused on his and Ezra's Force Connection. A second later, negative feelings flooded over him. He clearly felt the boy's fear, anger, shame, and resentment. He gently tried to shroud the boy's mind in safety and calm but was met вдруг with his mental shields suddenly raised high.
"He's scared," Kanan said, opening his eyes.
Just then, Sabine and Zeb came down the stairs. Lasat put the box he'd found at the abandoned station on the floor next to Dejarik's desk.
"Sabine, Zeb, what happened at the republic medical station?" Hera asked sternly, wanting to know the necessary answers as soon as possible.
"We ran into two Inquisitors," Sabine said, leaning back against the stairs.
Kanan and Hera looked at each other, their faces filled with concern. They thought that with the Grand Inquisitor's death, a similar problem was solved. It turned out not to be.
"The Inquisitors? The senior Jedi asked, and the Mandalorian nodded grimly.
"Actually, Zeb saved us. If he hadn't - " Sabine shivered, remembering how helpless she'd been when Ezra had been molested by the Seventh Sister.
"But that doesn't explain the guy's fear I felt," Kanan said.
"There's something else..." the girl bit her lip. – One of the Inquisitors had... had a strange attraction to Ezra… She...
She'd always been blunt, but now she paused, hoping desperately that the crew would understand – she didn't want to say it herself.
After a while, when Sabine wasn't sure if anyone would understand, but Hera's face paled, and she dropped the datapad in alarm.
"What do you mean by 'attraction'?" The Twi'lek asked, clearly panicking, judging by the tremor in her voice.
"The Inquisitor kissed and touched Ezra," the girl said, trying to keep her mind off what had happened, which she absolutely failed to do.
"She didn't go all the way, did she?" Hera asked, desperately hoping for a negative answer. "She didn't pass, did it? Sabine?"
The Mandalorian could only lower her gaze and remain silent. However, she didn't want to discuss the subject any further. She still felt guilty that she hadn't been there when Ezra needed it so badly.
"I'll be in my room," Sabine said, then left.
The cabin company fell silent as everyone became aware of what had happened. Everyone felt guilty about something. Zeb, who wasn't strong enough to stand up to the Inquisitor; Kanan and Rex, who forced Ezra to run away from them on a mission because of their argument; Hera, who didn't keep an eye on the guy.
"I need to talk to him," Kanan said, but he looked to the Twi'lek for support.
"I don't think that's a good idea," Hera disagreed, shaking her head. "He needs to be alone. All you'll get right now if you make contact, is aggression.
"I agree," Rex said. – After any kind of torture, there is always a period when a soldier can attack his ally because of fresh memories.
"What are we going to do?" Zeb asked.
Rex got up from his seat, giving the Ghost carriage a serious look Ghost. "I think I need to get off the ship for now. The guy hasn't known me that long, and you're his family. He'll be more comfortable around people he knows."
"When Ahsoka gets back, tell her to contact me," Kanan said.
The clone nodded silently and left the cabin.
- So, I will repeat the question: what are we going to do? - Lasat said.
"We need to keep an eye on Ezra," Kanan said, taking command, feeling personally responsible for his padawan. – Eight hours until the end of this rotation. In a few hours, we'll meet in the cockpit and discuss everything. We'll decide there. But just in case, Zeb, " he said to Lasat. – When you get the chance, move some of your things to my room. I think Ezra would have appreciated being alone.
Lasat muttered something under his breath, not very happy with the situation, but he knew he could take it. So, he took the crate and went to the cargo bay to enter the data on the supplies brought in. Hera went to the pilot's cabin, to ask Chopper for a mission report, and Kanan went to Sabine's room to find out more about the encounter at the medical station.
Sabine was adjusting the colors on her helmet, which needed a little painting after a close explosion and wallowing in the old and dusty station. She also tried to forget what had happened as soon as possible, but it wasn't there.
The Mandalorian heard Kanan knock three times on the door. She rolled her eyes, as only Kanan was knocking so softly that it was easy to miss. Although, to be fair, Chopper doesn't knock at all. He just rolls into the room and starts chaos.
"Come in!", she said, not looking up from her work; there was no way to avoid him, but she didn't want to see anyone, either.
"I know you're not in a good mood right now..."
"I really don't like this kind of Force thing", Sabine thought, groaning inwardly.
"...details about the Inquisitors you met, " Kanan finished.
"Kanan, I'm ready to tell you, but come on later," the Mandalorian said. – I want to be alone."
"Sabine, I need this information, so I know exactly what to expect," the older Jedi said more firmly. "Please."
"Good," the Mandalorian sighed, stopping painting her helmet. – One of the Inquisitors was a man. He's about Zeb's height, maybe a little lower. White eyes, face with some kind of tattoos or something. Stupid hat, wide shoulder pads. All in all, he looks like a pretty tough guy. Another girl, of... average height. Yellow eyes and face, there are some spots under the eyes and mouth. The hat is also stupid, but it is more technological. It has several mini-probes with it. Both carry double-bladed swords. That's all... ah, right. The last Inquisitor is complete tantrum. That's all for sure now.
- Thanks for the information, - Kanan thanked; he almost closed the door behind him, but stopped for a second: - in the evening, when Ezra is asleep, we will gather in the cockpit. We will need to discuss what to do next," with these words, he left.
As soon as the door closed, Sabine threw the helmet against the wall.
Ezra sat on his bunk, his chin resting on his knees drawn up to his chest and stared at the wall. He couldn't sleep, and he blamed it on the fact that his body wasn't tired. His mind was stressed, but his muscles were full of energy.
He had a Sabine's art with him and Zeb in it, but he wasn't looking at it. For some reason, the drawing was too bright and full of colors for him. He'd always liked it before, but now it repelled him.
In particular, yellow, ого which was about in the picture in excess. A yellow that reminded him of her face and eyes.
I wouldn't want to ruin such a pretty face.
He shivered as soon as he thought about it. For a second, he could feel her fingers again, the sharp nails on him face, her hands moving down him body until...
"No-no," Ezra whispered to himself, suppressing a shiver. "I'm on Ghost. I'm safe.
He tried to calm himself and then meditate as Kanan had taught him, but he found that he couldn't concentrate. Or rather, he could, but for too short a time: seconds later, he would feel the ghostly touches on his skin again.
Ten minutes later, with a groan of annoyance and frustration, he stopped. It was pointless to try. So, he jumped out of his bunk and quickly left the room, hoping to do something useful. Then he would be distracted from his thoughts and use up the accumulated energy in his body. Then he would finally be able to sleep.
However, he was already so lost in his thoughts that he didn't notice when he bumped into someone. He fell on his back and looked up, seeing Hera's worried face.
"Are you all right?" The Twi'lek asked, automatically reaching out to help him up.
Ezra's breathing quickened as panic rose in her chest. For a moment, he saw that it wasn't Hera, but the Seventh Sister holding out her hand to him. For a second, he was back in that abandoned command post at the Republican Medical Station. He was back under the dashboard, bound and helpless again.
Hera watched as he jerked away from her, flattening himself against the Durasteel wall. Her heart broke and she wanted to help, but it was a mistake. As soon as she took a step, the guy whined as he curled up in a ball. There were almost tears in her eyes when she realized that she was the reason.
The Twi'lek took a few steps back to give Ezra the necessary space. The boy visibly relaxed and looked up to meet her gaze.
"It's all right, Honey, I won't hurt you," Hera said softly.
For a while, the guy didn't react to her words, looking for something in her eyes.
"It's me, Hera," she said, flashing a small smile.
However, instead of returning Ezra's smile, tears gathered in his eyes. He quickly got up and ran away from her in the direction of the Refresher.
Hera couldn't hold back her tears anymore and burst into tears. Tears streamed down her green cheeks as the boy disappeared through the doors. In her time, she had visited many different planets, including rogue and bandit worlds, and she had seen a lot of violence, as well as rape.
But only now, for the first time, can she see the consequences of rape. And that, damn it, seriously angers her and upsets her, because the victim was the youngest member of her crew.
Ezra was afraid of her. Her heart ached even more as she fully realized the extent of the damage the Inquisitor had done to him.
Hera turned around and headed back to the cockpit. She needed to calm down before going to the briefing with Commander Sato.
Ezra ran into the Refresher and slammed the door shut. Normally, Hera would have scolded him later for rattling doors, but he didn't care now. He stripped off his clothes and climbed into the shower stall.
He started turning the faucet until the water coming out of the shower head was almost scalding. The mirror hanging over the washstand quickly fogged up from the sudden rise in air temperature.
He grabbed a bar of soap and began soaping every inch of his skin so thoroughly that it started to turn red. He desperately wanted to erase the invisible traces of the Inquisitor's touch, the way her hands caressed his body, touching him where he didn't want to be touched.
Ezra tried to stifle the shivers and memories as his hands ran over the bruises and bites left by the Inquisitor.
When he began to wash his face very carefully, especially his lips, which were still feeling the cold kiss of the Seventh Sister, he realized that tears were running down his cheeks.
I wouldn't want to ruin such a pretty face...
The boy sobbed, and his body began to shake. He dropped the soap and sat down on the floor, covering his face with his hands.
Why, why, why?! What had he done that was so terrible that he deserved it?
He'd been alone for half his life, struggling to survive on Lothal after losing his parents. Sometimes it was hard for him, and he could barely make ends meet. But he lived through this period.
Then he met the Ghost team and found a second family. He had a mother figure in the person of Hera, an older brother-Zeb, a girl-(almost) the same age, with whom he became close friends – Sabine, a father figure and a Jedi teacher in one person Kanan. Hell, even Chopper, no matter how much of an asshole he may be to him at times, was dear to him. His life got better.
And it wasn't fair! It's only been a year since they met! A year! And he had been alone on Lothal for more than seven years! Seven damn years! Why did the universe mock him so cruelly?!
He didn't notice that the incoming water was getting colder and colder until he was shivering and shivering. He jumped sharply, but when the water temperature became too low.
He gripped the wall, swaying for a moment, still feeling the cold on his body.
Her cold fingers trace over his torso, tracing something. Sometimes they push too hard, and he feels like he's about to bleed. But then it lets go, and only white lines remain on the skin.
"I'm safe," Ezra whispered, breaking out of his thoughts. – I'm safe.
He dried himself hastily, not looking in the mirror to avoid seeing the numerous marks of the Inquisitor biting and kissing him. He pulled on his clothes, but remembered, чthat his coverall was torn. So, he opened the door and looked outside to make sure that no one would see him.
After confirming that, Ezra quickly left and went to his room, covering his bare torso with his hands. He hoped Zeb wasn't there yet.
At some point, the guy started and stopped in fear that he was noticed, as he heard someone's footsteps. But when there was only silence in response, he exhaled and continued walking.
He was lucky that Zeb wasn't in their room. Ezra still didn't really want to sleep, but he didn't want to see anyone either, but he decided to try to sleep. He undressed, lifting his head so that he couldn't see the body. After that, he hid today's clothes in the ventilation, hoping to get rid of them later.
Then he put on his pajamas and crawled under the covers, facing the wall, hoping sleep would take him away.