(Kanan pov)

I wake up, groggy, as my eyes adjust to a bright light hanging over my head. I look around and see only grey, colourless surroundings. I lean forward, only to be pulled back against a piece of cool metal by restraints. My back screams out in pain. A lightsaber burn—a deep one, from the feel of it.

"Good morning, Jedi," a calm, soothing voice says in my ear. I jump a little in surprise at the coolness of the familiar voice.

"Inquisitor," I reply just as calmly on the outside. On the inside though, hot, scalding anger flows through me like hot lava, burning me. Remembering everything that happened to me, and my crew. And Ezra. "Where is he?"

"Where is who?" The Inquisitor asks mockingly, walking around to stand in front of me. "I don't know who you are talking about. Oh wait. Do you mean Ezra, or should I say, your former Padawan?"

"Ezra would never join you," I say through gritted teeth. "He proved himself strong enough to resist the dark side already once." The pain radiating from my back is excruciating. I push it away. I have to concentrate on freeing Ezra and getting out of here.

"Last time, he thought you were alive. He no longer thinks that."

Before I can stop myself, I feel a rush of hot anger flow through me again. I push it aside and try to focus on Ezra. What I need to do to help free him. Do or do not, there is no try.

"He freed himself from the darkness," the Inquisitor continues. "But this time, he will not be so lucky. I have some news for you, Jedi."

"Oh really? Like what?" I ask, smirking a little bit. Just a hint of a smile. "Nothing you say can hurt me. As far as my apprentice knows, I'm already dead."

The Inquisitor's eyes narrow in hate, then he speaks soothingly, in a tone designed to penetrate my mental defences and cut me. Too bad it doesn't work. It's just a little annoying.

"Your Padawan has a high midiclorian count, Jarrus. The highest ever recorded, except for Darth Vader himself. Higher than Jedi Master Yoda. And his half brother, the Cadet Jai Kell, is nearly as high as him. Although, Ezra has much more potential-and power-than Jai."

What? The Cadet is his brother? What? This doesn't make any sense! Stay calm, Jarrus. There is no emotion, there is peace.

"So what? You're hoping to turn him-and the Cadet-again? Good luck. You can't use me against him." I smile slightly.

"Don't be so sure, Jedi," the Inquisitor says simply. "You have no idea what is coming."

Then something slams into the back of my head, and I'm thrust into darkness. Again.