Ezra was taking a shower but when he got out, the clothes he put on the counter were missing. He sighed not surprised, wrapped a towel around his waist and went to his room to find the only other pair of clothes he owned.

A single pair of grey baggy sweatpants.

He went to the living room where he knew everyone was but stopped at the door, afraid of what they'll say. He sighed and went in, knowing they'll find out sooner or later. No one looked at him till he cleared his throat and all heads snapped  to the noise. He shifted under the gazes and glanced up to see wide eyes and open mouthes. And he understood why.

The crew saw a scarred kid with a weird insignia with numbers under it on his left collarbone and a small six pack forming. The crew's attention was drawn to all the scars, the long jagged short or clean cuts and burns. Ezra was trying so hard not to run out of there from the pressure of the eyes so he cleared his throat again, "Can someone please tell me where my clothes are?" They snapped out of it and Hera was the one to reply "Washing"
They stayed in awkward silence, Ezra almost losing his sanity from the tension. Ezra couldn't stand it anymore and drug a hand down his face while sitting down. "Ok that's it, ask away."
They seemed surprised at first but Sabine didn't waste any time, "Is that an identification number?" Ezra looked at her flatly, "What does it look like?"
"Like an identification number" "And you have an answer." But before anyone else could ask something, Sabine had one more question, "But what about the insignia? I have never seen it in any data base."
That got everyone's attention. Sabine knew everything about symbols.
Ezra sighed and said "The insignia is called a Treble Clef.  And the reason you haven't seen it is because they are still testing it." Everyone's eyebrows furrowed. "Testing what?" She questioned. He looked at her in the eyes, "A new type of slave. A music slave. That's where most of my scars come from." They stared at him in shock.

"YOU WERE A SLAVE?!?" They all yelled.

But before he come answer, Sabine said confused "But singing doesn't sound bad." He glared at her hard, Sabine surprised she doesn't have frostbite, "Singing till you can't and then being whipped because you get one note wrong or you lose your voice because of either screaming or singing doesn't sound fun."
They looked down at him in pity.
He looked away but Kanan surprised everyone by saying "Can you turn around?" Ezra looked at him with eyes wide, "Are you sure? It's not pretty" he nodded once and obliged, turning around. Wincing at the gasps at his whipped filled back. He turned back around and Hera surprised him asking as softly as she could, "Could you tell us what happened there?" "Um sure. Well I was captured off the streets while l was playing a pan flute. Now a music slave is someone who can play any instrument they touch and sing almost any song they hear or read. So a guy named Tyler took me and I woke up in a cell and he dragged me up into a room filled with instruments. It would  have been a dream come true if there wasn't a guy smiling next to me like a horny guy on a dodgy street corner." They all chuckled at that, "And then after countless hours of nonstop singing, I lost my voice and then got whipped for that. It was later on that I found out he had a daughter. Since I was only 10 at the time and she looked 13 I'm guessing she's 16 now.
Now, She was the biggest brat I've ever met. She would come down to my cell in the middle of the night and give a whole stack of music to sing her for the entire day every single week. If I refused to play or sing she go to her dad who would whip, burn and cut me till I passed out which he thought would teach me a 'lesson', it really didn't.
So after three years there I escaped and lived on the streets for another year and then I steal a crate and I wind up here."
They smiled at the ending but were interrupted by a beeping sound. Ezra smiled and stood up, "Well my clothes are done! Bye!" And walked and leaving a traumatized crew who found out just one piece of the youngest members past.

A few months later...

The crew groggily woke up looking at their surroundings. They were in a big metal cell with benches on each side. Hera sat up once she realized she wasn't on the Ghost and looked at each of her crew members faces. Calling out each of their names and hearing them groan, she smiled but it quickly faded with she realized who didn't answer.

Suddenly a loud, pain-filled scream pierced the air, causing The crew to bolt up from where they were laying and wince. But Hera quickly ran up to the door and started banging on it. Kanan ran up and dragged her away when he noticed tears going down her faces. Worry lining his face, he sat down with her beside him, "What's wrong, Hera?" She looked at him then down in shame.
"That was Ezra." The crew gasped suddenly realizing the absence of the member.
Another scream pierced the air, and they shouted his name in fright. Scared of what's happening to the member, the men comforted the girls who had tears streaming down their faces.

After an hour of the audio torture, it just stopped in the middle of the scream. The crew sat forward towards the door in hopes of hearing something, just a sign.
But what they didn't expect was for the door to open to show a greasy brown haired man with green eyes dragging the bloody teen by his blueberry hair. They all gasped in shock wanting nothing more then to hold him but they knew better then that.
The man smirked at their faces and threw the kid in the cell, landing with a grunt. The man suddenly threw in a Med Kit and pan flute, said with a gravely voice, "Patch him up. Tell him when he wakes up, that was for running away." And closed the door.

Hera quickly grabbed the kit, ignoring the flute and kneeled at the kid. His face screwed up in pain and a whimper escaping clenched teeth. She opened the box to find gauze, stitch kits, and a small bottle of water.
She looked towards her crew and said fiercely, "Put him belly down on the bench. I need full access to his back." Zeb nodded since he was the strongest and stood up quietly. He made his way over, gently sliding his arms under earning him a whimper, he picked his roommate up. Taking a few steps, he gently placed the teen down but rolling him over slowly to keep pain to a minimum.
After Hera saw him laying, she lifted his shirt to find what she thought was thousands of whip marks, just wanting to cry.
But she had to focus if she wanted him to wake up.
She grabbed the stitches, noticing a few were bigger and bleeding heavier.

After 30 minutes of doing her best, she got him as patched up as he could be. The crew sat back and watched the steady breathing of the child, biting their nails waiting for him to wake.
After another 30 minutes, they heard a miserable groan. They jumped in surprise and scrambled over to him just in time to see the blue eyes flutter open.

He looked at them painfully and said sadly "I wish y'all weren't here to see this." They smiled sadly at the heroic teen and Hera ran a hand through his hair causing him to lean in, "We known but we have something to tell you. The man said to tell you 'That was for running away.' And he also gave us a pan flute if that means anything."
They saw his eyes twinkle but a frown was on his face, "Well he must be pissed if his allowing me a flute. Here, I need to sit up." Hera glared but knew it was useless against the stubborn kid. Gently sitting him up with a wince, Sabine passed him the flute but before he could play, Kanan had a question, "What does the flute do?" "Well one time after I got beat, I was playing a flute and some of my wounds heal. I'm guessing it's the force or something. Be my guest on finding out."
Ignoring the looks he got, he started playing the flute slowly and gently, playing a tune that made The crew want to sleep. Amazed by his playing, they watched as he gently blew the air and Hera pulled the back of his shirt up to see the skin gently kneading into scabs.
He played for 2 minutes, getting his wounds to the best he could. When he stopped he opened his eyes that he didn't realized were closed, he saw The crew smiling. He sighed with a smile, "That feels so much better." They chuckled but it quickly went when the door opened.
Ezra stood up in front of the others and snarled at the person. The man smirked, "And if it isn't my favorite slave. Well I have someone who wants to see you."
A girl with long brown hair that reaches her waist and green eyes like the man stepped out from behind him.
Ezra smirked "If it isn't Paper Hailey. I see you finally grew some or are those fake along with everything else." The crew stifled their laugher at the name. She snarled at him and unclipped a long leather whip with metal spikes on it, "I wouldn't be talking Shortcake. Oh and I have a present for you." She took her hand out from behind her back and held up paper.
Throwing it on the floor, she glared at him, "You better be ready and new rule too, Shortcake. Everywhere you go they go." Ezra's eyes grew wide but the door closed before he could protest. Ezra closed his eyes and sighed annoyed. He bent down and grabbed the packet of paper from the metal floor.
He turned around while looking over the music and glanced up to see The crew staring at him.
"What?"  He sat down on a bench looking back at the music. He felt someone looking his shoulder and saw Sabine looking. He handed her the music and she looked at him confused.
"I already know the songs. She listens to the same music and it's quite annoying." He chuckled at the end. She nodded and looked it over.

After 30 minutes of silence, Ezra voiced something he wanted to do since he got here, "Do y'all want to go to the music room?" They perked up at the name and shrugged their shoulders. He nodded, taking it as a yes and stood up. He went to the door and knocked.
A minute later it open and a man opened it with a glare, "What do you want?" Ezra smirked, "I want a lot of things but right now I want to go to the MR." The man nodded and stepped aside letting them all file out.

After going down two long hallways, they arrived at a wooden door. Ezra pushed it open and walked in with The crew.
Their breaths were taken when they looked around the amazing room. Instruments were everywhere and there was even a small recording booth. Ezra smiled and said to the awe crew, "Y'all can play around if y'all want. I'm going to the booth. I'll keep the sound on the inside though." They nodded in understanding but were sadden about not hearing him.
He entered the booth and through the window they could see him smiling while pressing around some buttons with his head phones on. Zeb causally walked by the booth and hit a button which had 'Outside sound' under it. Right when he hit it, they could hear the music starting and then Ezra started singing. The crew's heart melt and they can understand why they love his voice.
But they could also hear the emotion and the message in his voice, making it even more angelic.

After he finished, he hung the headphones on the microphone and walked out. He looked at each of their faces and said solemnly "Let's go back. We've got to wake up early and I honestly don't want to be beaten for being grumpy." They frowned and followed him back.
After they got back, Ezra sat down and leaned him head back on the wall. The crew sat down on the benches with Kanan next to Ezra then Hera and on the other Sabine and Zeb sat watching Ezra. Slowly, his breathing evened out and his face went lax. They smiled at the kid and Kanan slung an arm around him, pulling him to his side where he laid his head on his shoulder. They talked for a few hours but falling asleep. Kanan's head on Ezra's and Hera's on Kanan's other shoulder.

The crew woke open to the door being open and jumped to their feet. The girl from before, Hailey, stood there with a smirk. Ezra glared and said in an annoyed voice "What do you want?" Her face fell into a snarl, "I hope your ready to perform for me." Ezra rolled his eyes and waved his hand to the others to follow.
They walked for a while and ended up in a lounge with a small stage and slaves with instruments. She gestured for The crew to kneel on the floor and they did as told but with a glare. Ezra though went on stage and sat with his legs hanging over with a smile. She snarled angry , "Don't just sit there, get up." He whined and pouted. "I thought you wanted good music, I just woke up." She glared and walked up and slapped him hard making his head snap to the side. He spat out blood and turned back with a smirk "At least your so called father taught you something." She sighed and went back to her chair, The crew silently watching. Ezra stood up and went to the microphone, "And what horrible song am I singing today?" She smiled happily, wanting to hear his voice just like three years ago.
"Who you are" He eyes widen but nodded. The crew could here him mumble "Well I'm going to be whipped." under his breath because they were the closest, scaring them.

The music started and they were once again mesmerized but his voice.

After he was finished, Hailey jumped out of her seat and in one motion, whipped Ezra on the back with her metal spiked whip. Not really expecting it, he cried out in pain. The crew wanted nothing more than to jump up and comfort their hurting member.
She whipped him again and he fell on his knees in a heap with a whimper.
"Next time don't get the note wrong." She jumped off stage and back into her seat.
Ezra pulled hisself out of the heap he was on the floor. Grabbing the microphone stand for support, he looked at her expectingly. She held a knowing smirk and replied, "Alive original key." His eyes widen and in a shaky voice, "But I've never been able to hit those notes." Hailey leaned forward, "Well you better try."
The music started and Ezra began singing in his wonderful voice. But once he hit the high notes, their jaws dropped amazed by his vocal range.

Once he finished, he was breathing deeply with closed eyes. Hailey smirked, "I see someone's grown up." They heard a deep chuckle emit from Ezra, "Apparently some else hasn't." She rolled her eyes.
"Just do the next song, the one you did in the MR." Ezra looked at her with a blank face, "Forgot you were stalker."

But he sang the song nonetheless but at the end, his voice cut off. Hailey smirked and got out of her chair stalking towards Ezra who fell on his knees. She stood behind him and whipped without the mercy.
But what The crew didn't except was for Hailey to bring out a little vial with white grains inside. She smirked evilly, "This is for running from your masters, Slave." She knelt down next to him and emptied the components into her hand.
In one quick motion, she put the salt all over his back. Ezra bit his lip to hold in his screams. But she then rubbed it in his wounds making Ezra to scream a horrible sound that they all will forever remember. Tearing streaming his face, he opened his sapphire eyes and looked desperately to his team. He saw them with tears on their faces but he couldn't see anything else because darkness surrounded him.

Once Ezra fell into a heap on the floor, Hailey smiled and looked at The emotional crew. She motioned to Ezra and Hera ran on stage to her member she sees as a son. Gently picking him up, he whimpered but hanged limply in her arms. She walked back to the line of others but stood standing. Hailey then gestured to the guard, making them leave the room to their cell.

Once the door closed, Hera placed Ezra back on the bench like before but Ezra kept moving making Hera worry. She run a hand through his hair making him stop for a moment to whisper, "Make it stop. It hurts to much. Too much." All their hearts shattered to millions of pieces.
Hera grabbed the gauze and water. She grimly opened the water bottle and said "Ok Love this is going to hurt" She started pouring the water over his back. He bit his lip again and the tears started again. After she emptied it, pulled off his shirt leaving him in just his pants and started wrapping expertly.

After she was done, she sat down by his head, placing his head in her lap and began to run a hand throw his hair. He leaned into the touch and curled his legs towards his chest. They look sadly at the teen.
After 30 minutes of silence and a few words were passed, they heard an explosion. They smiled and sighed. Hera stood up earning a whimper and picked up her son. He snuggled into her shoulder and they went to the back of the cell to prepare for the blast.

But instead, a white lightsaber was stabbed into the door. They waited patiently and when the door fell Ashoka stood tall with a smile but it fell as soon as she saw the still bloody Ezra. Hera replied as though she read her thoughts, "He'll be fine as soon as we get aboard! Let's go!"
And they all ran out of the room. Making their way through the building they surrounded Hera and the kid to keep them safe. Once aboard, Hera and Ashoka and Rex joined them on the way to the Med Bay.
Once in Hera placed the blue haired kid on the soft ffbed but he lost his warmth causing him to whimper. Rex and Hera slowly unwrapped the gauze while Ashoka got the new set of gauze. But when the gauze was off, they all gasped at the sight.
The whip marks were now irritated and red while they were still bleeding. Ashoka looked over at Hera and said sadly "What happened?" Hera sighed and got a rag and bowl of water as she started washing his back earning her another whimper.
"We were captured by Ezra's old slave masters." "What kind of slave was a he?" She asked.
"A new type, a music slave. He would sing for hours a day and if he got something wrong he would be beaten or whipped by the father or daughter. By before y'all came, he was singing for the daughter but he lost his voice and got whipped for it. But she was holding a grudge for running away so she poured umm salt in the wounds." They gasped in surprise.

After wrapping his wounds, Hera picked him up off the bed and Ezra sighed in content, snuggling in to her shoulder.
Rex and Ashoka smiled and Hera said, "I'm going to put him to bed. He hates the Med Bay." They nodded and she walked out.

A few days later, Ezra regained his voice and his wounds were healing nicely. The crew never made fun of his scars but held him in a new light knowing he survived three years of that horrible torture.

Hey peeps!! I hope you enjoyed and please don't forget to comment opinions and requests. I may be doing another Anthro but I don't know yet so comment on that too. Bye bye!!☺️☺️

-Momo