Ezra's POV
AS I walk into the door I want to run, my house used to be so safe and peaceful, but now, it leaves me haunted. It's a murder house, a burning house, all that there was left of the house was memories. I slowly walk in, I smile with tears in my eyes, a woman wearing light pink and a skinny man with orange clothes like mine were standing in the kitchen. "My parents!" I say. The ghost only nods while keeping the smile plastered on his face. A toddler walks in and grabs my mom's leg, it was me. I had bushy blue hair, orange clothes, and that was all. I was just the same. "What's for dinner?" The past me asks my parents. My mom, Mira, shows me the pan and I stick out my tongue in disgust. Yulka was for dinner. "Don't be so unthankful Ezra, when the Empire gets here we could be living off of rations." My father says. I nod slowly ashamed, as a kid all the talk about the Empire coming made me want to rip my ears off. I wanted Lothal to stay as a free land, but it was taken into the hands of a dictator. The room begins to turn dark as dusk arises, 'BOOM!' Screams shout and the ground shakes, very quickly the smell of smokes arrives. My father sweeps me up and hides me away into the secret room where they did broadcasts, I here the front doors open. My mother begins to speak but the sound of a bullet is stained into my head, if I only knew that the bullet never touched her, nor my father. I remember how heartbroken I was when I found out I was just a day late to find my parents. Why did I have to shut Tseebo out of my life when he didn't try and stop my parents? Why didn't I let him tell me what happened? "Never worry Ezra, the past is only history, and with a violent history will always come a peaceful future, there will be a time when a new hope arises." He tells me, his golden, sparkly, champagne mist begins to swirl and he disappears and the room is pitch black once again. I swipe a tear out of the corner of my eye, my parents getting taken away from me was the most horrific scene in my life and the memory was burned into my brain. I hear something that sounds like magic exploding, I ignore it thinking it's my imagination but when I look up to make sure a man with flaming red hair and a red cape stands before me, "Why hello there Ezra, I am the ghost of the present." He says with a grin plastered against his face.
Sabine's POV
IT FEELS like I have been here for decades when I have probably only been here for days. Two stormtroopers come into my cell and put tight cuffs around my wrists. I yelp as the cuffs squeeze my swollen wrists but the troopers only pull them on tighter, we walk through the blank, tight halls until we walk into a large open room filled with guards. The center is filled with prisoners with small amounts of food. One man looked as if he was only 12 and his ribs were abut to tear right through his skin. The troopers walk me over to a table with nobody there and give me a small portion of food. One of the courses looked like a handful of maggots and the other looked like slugs, but of course I was desperate and ate it without losing my appetite. All the tables are now filled up but more prisoners still are coming in and I had a feeling the empire wasn't gonna let anyone sit with me. 2 more people were left and two tables were left, one table was me and the other was the poor boy who's skin looked as if it was about to tear apart. The others was a woman with long, slick, black hair fading into a neon orange, the man was meaty and the hair that's exposed to be on his head is on his chest, legs, and chin. "Great..." I mumble to myself almost knowing that I was going to be forced to sit next to the man who probably got here by trying to kiss an imperial. He smiles at me with black and yellow teeth, "I'll sit with this lovely lady," he says pointing to me. I roll my eyes, this was a real torture. He begins to walk but the skinny, black haired girl stops him with her bony arm, "I highly doubt she wants to meet you on her first day in the Quebec." She tells him. He rolls hide eyes, "Go kill yourself Gianna." He mumbles to her, she gives him a smile, "Yeah I could just jump right off of your ego and then land on your IQ." She says with a smirk. He rolls his eyes over to the ceiling like he was expecting an apology. "Keep rolling your eyes for all I care maybe someday you'll find a brain back there." She tells him before taking a seat at my table. "So," she says, "Who and what are you?" She says picking through her food. "I'm Sabine Wren and Mandralorian." She nods her head, "Gianna Hemphis, from Corosaunt got here by giving an imperial a piece of my mind, what brings you here to this fine place?" She asks sarcastically. "I'm a rebel." I say a little too loud. She spits out her drink which was just dirty water and stares at me like the Emperor walked in. I look around the room to notice that the other prisoners were staring at me in awe too, was there never an actual rebel on this ship? "Is that a bad thing?" I ask her. She nods, "For you yes, torture wise, it's gonna be a rough trip but you've probably figured that out." She says. I nod my head looking at the floor. "How easily is it to get rescued from this place?" I ask. She shakes her head slowly with a frown, "Pretty hard, been here 8 years and I've never gotten out." She tells me. "Great..." I mumble while running my fingers through my hair. "Guess this is your new home for a while."
Yakov's POV
GIANNA YOU pest. I need that girl for some good money, the black sun only pays me for work you know? I need money more than you need a little friend. You just better hope Jabba doesn't get her before me.

Kanan's POV
96.4 THE thermometer read. Ezra was almost ready to get out of the water tank and be put on a bed. He was suffering from a concussion, he was going to have surgery, and wasn't going to remember a lot of things. Hera stands next to me with her hands against the glass and tears in her eyes. I wipe the tears off her eyes, she looks like she is in more pain then Ezra. She gazes over to me and my throat feels as if a rock was put in it, her eyes were pink from tears, her lips had marks on it from where she had bit them so hard. I pulled her into a tight hug, Ezra needed to wake up.

Author's Note
Hey everyone! I am so sorry for not being able to write as much as I usually can. Now I will most likely be able to update once a week due to school, sports, and etc. I appreciate all of you who understand, thanks.