The young Torgruta dropped limply to the floor, no signs of life seen. The man, with the long brown hair in the pony tail, and the seemingly like of green, bent down, putting a hand gently to her forehead. Next to him stood a boy around the age of fifteen, with longish black hair and an orange jumpsuit. A tool of some kind hung from his hip, which he was laying a hand upon.

Next to him stood a grin skinned Twi'lek, eyebrows raised and arms crossed. She shared a look with a girl who was covered in paint. Her armour was carefully designed and developed, despite the first impression of a creative mess. Behind her, stood a tall lasat, arms also folded, with a bored looking expression on his face.

The group of them together were the ghost crew, excluding the unconscious girl, whom they had just come across on their search for fellow rebels.

The boy, Ezra Bridger, tore his eyes away from the Torgruta and examined his surroundings. A warehouse full of people trapped in carbon, ones that hadn't been touched in years, judging by the thick layers of dust. In all honesty, he didn't really understand what they were doing there, but he was too embarrassed to ask again.

So far nobody (the carbon figures) had caught his attention. But the girl beside Kanan had at least interested his master enough to release her. He couldn't figure out what made him do it, but he couldn't see what use she would be to them either. Who knew how long she'd been there.

He stared up into the face of a human boy, around Sabine's age, maybe a little younger, but older than he was, anyway. His hair was well groomed, his arms folded expectantly, as if patiently waiting for something. Many of the others had looks of terror or fear on their faces, however, this boy's face was surprisingly empty of emotion, verging on bored.

Curious, and chancing a glance at his master, Ezra slipped over to him, examining the date on the side. After wiping the dust away, he strained his eyes to see the small writing in the gloom of the warehouse. Judging by what he'd gathered from Kanan, he was from around the time of the clone wars.

A gasp shook him from his thoughts, and he turned, refocusing on the situation at hand. He hurried back, watching over his master's crouched figure at the girl who'd just woken. Her blue eyes stared around at them in evident surprise, and she seemed startled to be there.

"Where am I?" She enquired, focusing the question on Kanan. Her voice was light and pleasant to listen to.

"Lothal," Ezra's master replied, calmly setting a hand upon her shoulder. She shivered.

"And...what year?" a small silence followed, as her eyes ran from one person to the next, waiting for an answer. Ezra looked away, feeling nothing but sympathy for her. She'd probably lost everything, at the age she was. He focused on the floor, trying not to listen to Kanan's eventual answer.

"I'm sorry," Ezra looked grudgingly over at his master, who was apologising to her. She seemed to be shocked, he guessed, from the way her orange coloured skin had paled ever so slightly. An exhausted sigh escaped her, and she looked up, meeting his eyes. He offered her a small smile. Then she frowned, turning back to Kanan.

"Where are the others?" She asked, looking around, her eyes lingering a little longer on the boy than the rest.

"Others?" Sabine's voice rang out, and the Togruta frowned at her.

"Yes...the others. They were with me," she said, a sudden panic filling her eyes. Hera and Kanan shared a strange look, one that Ezra couldn't understand.

"Who were they? What species?" Hera asked her kindly, stepping forward to speak to her.

"Human," the girl said slowly, "all human..." Hera and Kanan shared another look, and this time, Ezra knew what it meant. They passed few humans, mostly rich looking woman. This girl didn't look like she'd arrived with them, as their clothes couldn't have been more different.

"Who are they? Male or female. Haven't seen any men older than seventeen, if that's who you mean," Zeb, the Lasat, voice interrupted the silence, and the girl's eye's flickered shut, as if accepting a painful truth.

"Oh no, no, no..." She murmured, head in her hands, "This isn't happening,"

"Come with us," Kanan invited, standing up, "We have a ship, and you'll need it. This place is more or less in the middle of nowhere," He then offered her his hand, and he pulled her to her feet, before turning to Zeb and Hera.

"Can you get the Ghost ready? We're gonna take a look around," with a quick nod, the two of them hurried away, leaving both Sabine and Ezra to watch the Jedi curiously.

"I'm Kanan," he introduced, stepping back.

"Sabine," Sabine said, holding out her hand, which the girl nervously shook.

"And I'm Ezra Bridger," he introduced, stepping forward. She gave a small smile.

"I'm Ahsoka. Ahsoka Tano,"