Kanan's P.O.V

'What have I done?' I thought as everything happened so suddenly.

One minute, an imperial shuttle arrives revealing stormtroopers and the inquisitor. Ezra and I sent the creatures onto the stormtroopers as the dark sider came over to us. I stood up and began to fight him while Ezra still was connected with the creatures.

   Soon the inquisitor force pushed me into a wall so hard that I fell unconscious. The time I was starting to awake was seeing Ezra knocked out laying on the dark sider's shoulder being carried into the shuttle. I found enough strength to get up but the shuttle was already gone.

   "I'm sorry, Ezra. I failed you," I said to no one in particular. Lucky for me, the Phantom was left unharmed so I can go back to the Ghost and hopefully soon as possible, rescue Ezra. Now I'm here, flying back to the Ghost filled with nothing but guilt for leaving my padawan.

   How was I going to tell the others? How was I going to tell Hera? I'm a horrible master. No, we are going to get him back. We are not going to leave him. I said he was never going to be alone again and broke my promise. Now I have to fix it.

I attached the Phantom into its slot then went to the medbay. The door opened and I walked in to see Sabine sitting in a chair next to the bed Hera was in. The said pilot was awake and smiling while holding the little blue Twi'lek.

Hera looked up with a glimmer in her eyes as she asked, "How was it and where is Ezra?" I nervously scratched the back of my neck and losing my confidence that was built, now is crumbling. The two women gave me a worried look on their faces.

"Ezra was captured," I said spilling the beans. Might as well, there is nothing to really hide and I need their help to rescue him. "He's what?" Hera said through clenched teeth biting back her yelling as to not scare the child.

"Yell at me later but for now get some rest and we'll figure something out," I reasoned. Hera reluctantly agreed to my terms then looked down at the child in her arms. "Have you thought of any names?" I asked trying not to go overdrive to go and get Ezra. I didn't want to freak out when we already have more weight on our shoulders than needed.

"Well..." Hera started, "She sort of reminds me of the ocean and sky."

I looked at the little girl to see her eyes open to reveal an emerald green like Hera's. "She has your eyes," I stated.

"Skyler," Hera said suddenly, "Skyler Jarrus."

I smiled along with Sabine. "That sounds like a perfect name," I said then gently caressed Skyler's cheek. "Welcome to the Ghost, Sky," I cooed.

I placed both of my hands on my lap before saying, "I'm going to meditate to see where Ezra is."

Hera and Sabine nodded as I left the medical room to mine. I just hope Ezra is doing fine.

Ezra's P.O.V

I woke up on the cold, hard floor of an imperial cell. 'Great,' I thought sarcastically, 'Just where I wanted to be on my birthday.' I sat up in a sitting position and looked around for any vents to crawl through. I've been getting over my claustrophobia over the past couple of months by crawling through the vents. It was really fun crawling through them especially on the Ghost to get away from Zeb or Chopper. Yet, there was no vents to my disappointment.

   My train of thought was brought to a stop when the door opened. Agent Kallas and the Inquisitor walked in. "Well, if it isn't Agent Cactus and the ugly madman," I snarked smirking. I've also found myself to be snarky especially with imperials.

   "Jabba the Hutt, Dev Morgan.....Ezra Bridger," Agent Kallas listed my fake identifications. "You go by many names but it all still lead us to you," he added. The inquisitor just stood to the side watching us like a hawk. "So your point is?" I asked seeming bored which I was a bit but also very tense.

   "We have a special guest that you may know of and that will be joining you soon," he said.

   "Whoever it is I can take them, Agent Cactus," I said with proud stubbornness.

   "Stop calling me Agent Cactus," Agent Kallas said.

   "Why does it bother you? If it does then why stop? I mean you have been a real spine in my side," I said smirking.

   "Oh no, that's not the reason," Kallas said, "It's that I can think of many more cruel and yet true things about you."

   Kallas came over until he stared me in the eye while I glared. "Do your worst," I challenged. "I was hoping you would say that, Ezra Bridger...rebel scum...." I thought I could take it until he said the last one, "...slave..."

   I almost flinched at the name but held it back with a glare. "It seems you were mistaken, Agent Cactus," I snarked.

   "We shall see," he said leaving the room with the inquisitor. I was left with my thoughts. 'How did they know that I was a slave? Who is coming to see me? When will the crew arrive? Will the crew come for me or was this their way of getting rid of me?' I thought of these questions over and over yet there was no answer.

   I had to admit that I was scared a bit. Yet, being scared can be another way to bravery. Bravery can lead to reckless and irrational ideas that will possibly get me killed. Which is why I think fast on my feet to avoid the dangers.

   I have to remind myself to be strong.

   To be brave.

   Then in the end, will decide my fate.

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