Ezra relaxed, sinking into the Force. At least, he thought he was. Kanan hadn't exactly taught him everything about meditation yet, but he relaxed his body, as he had all his life, even when he didn't know about any of these things. Somehow, this just felt right.

He kept his eyes closed, and drew strength, support, from the Force. And hope.

The Force was what helped him stay strong, what helped him resist the Inquisitor's efforts. He knew that they might break him, eventually, but he was getting stronger. Maybe soon he'd be able to escape.

He didn't need the food they rarely gave him, because he had the Force to keep him strong and resilient. And he knew that the Inquisitor knew it too.

Every time he saw him, his interrogator seemed less self-assured and more angry. But still very determined.

Just then the panel slid open, and Ezra opened his eyes to see the Inquisitor. Of course.

He waved his hand, nudging the Inquisitor slightly in the direction of the wall, but the man barely moved. Ezra could do more. He could slam the humanoid into the wall without too much difficulty, he knew, but he wanted the interrogator to believe he was weakening.

He fell for it, a small smile coming to his face. The Inquisitor didn't speak; he rarely did, now. He was getting impatient. His master was getting impatient. His hand reached out, probing his mind, cutting him like a knife.

Ezra gritted his teeth against the pain, but a small grunt still came out. The Inquisitor wasn't messing around this time, it seemed.

"New orders...from...superiors?"
he forced out, knowing it would make the mind prober angry, but having to keep up the charade of nonchalance.

In his mind he repeated the saying over and again. Adaption is the key to survival. Adaption is the key to survival. Adaption. He could adapt to this pain.

"Just give up!" The Inquisitor practically growled it out, his face contorted with fury. "There's no one left to protect! We will win!"

His hand closed into a fist, and Ezra felt as if his head was about to explode from the pain.

Then he relaxed his hand, and moved his fingers, calmly. Dangerously. Ezra tried to tamp down the fear he felt, but he knew it was too late. It was his fear that made the Inquisitor relax his grip, because he thought he could break him now. But he was wrong. He wouldn't. Not while Ezra had hope.

The hand moved, the fingers came closer to his face. "Tell me what I want to know."

~//~

"So how exactly are we supposed to get onto a Star Destroyer, get Ezra, who, if he's even there, will be weak as a baby, I'm sure," Kanan winced at that. "Get off the Star Destroyer, and get away without getting pulled back in by the tractor beam?"

Kanan thought before a answering Sabine. "Hera, you'll stay on the ship so we'll have a quick getaway. Zeb, you'll be with me. Chopper and Sabine, you get to the control room--" Sabine harrumphed, but Kanan ignored the interruption.

"--and disable the tractor beam and unlock the cell door. Maybe even use that old trick we used a while back, switching off the artificial gravity. That would make things easier."

Sabine shook her head. "On a Star Destroyer, there are multiple control rooms. We can't turn off the gravity from one."

"Chopper can, he could plug in."
"But Kanan," Hera interjected. "A Star Destroyer is huge. I don't think we can do it. Not on something that size. Besides, we don't even know where the ship is."

She had a point.

Kanan was quiet for a long moment, thinking. He knew that he couldn't leave his padawan there, suffering, but he also had to listen to reason. A Star Destroyer was a formidable obstacle. And the Inquisitor was bound to be on that ship as well.

Finally he spoke. "I can direct you to the ship, but I think that's the least of our worries. For the other problems, I think I have a better plan."