Author's Note: Hi guys! Hope you're enjoying the story. Just wanted to let you know that the P.R.A.E are real characters from the clone wars show. The picture on top is what they would look like now. If you want a picture of them from the clone wars just let me know in the comments below. Thanks, and enjoy the chapter: )

"His uncle?!", Petro exclaimed, slamming his hands down on the table.
"That's what this says", Ganobi replied calmly, looking up from her small computer. "I see now why they hid the file so well. It took me forever to dig up".
The small group looked at each other with concerned glances. Gungi gave a few grunts. "Isn't it obvious?", Katooni answered, placing her hands on her hips. "We're going to tell Ahsoka. This may change the course of her plan".
"Or help it", Zatt replied. "Once the renforcements arrive we can-"
They were interrupted by the sound of the electric door opening. They all looked to see Kanan sticking his hand out; feeling the air for something to grasp.
Katooni swiftly walked over to him and placed her hand on his. "You shouldn't be up now", she said gently. "Let me guide you back-"
"Do you have anything on Ezra?", he interrupted, not rudely but without hesitation.
"Well....", Katooni looked at the others for support "we did find out who has Ezra currently".
Kanan suddenly pirked up. "Who? Please tell me! I can't stand waiting any longer!"
Ganobi sighed and stood up from her seat. "An inquisitor that goes by the name the Eighth Brother. He's been hunting Ezra for years but without any leads. That is until yesterday evening".
Katooni helped Kanan sit down on a crate that was closer to the group. "Some security camera caught footage  of you guys stealing crates; including Ezra".
"That was all they needed", Zatt continued. "They knew the video was fresh so that was a big tip off that you guys hadn't left the planet. The next step was to have the Eighth Brother sense Ezra and lead the others to your ship".
"I......I think I remember Ahsoka mentioning him", Kanan said, the memory coming back. "She said his reward for killing Ezra's parents was Ezra himself".
"It's true", Zatt answered. "But....that's not the entire story; there's another reason the Eighth Brother wanted Ezra".
Kanan's eyebrows furrowed. "What do you mean?"
There was an awkward moment of silence before Petro took the lead. "The Eight Brother has another name; his real one actually". He paused, then took a breath before continuing. "It's Edward. Edward Bridger".
Kanan's heart stopped. "E-Edward Bridger?", he asked, his head starting to spin.
Katooni nodded. "Yes Kanan. He's Ezra's uncle".
Kanan didn't know what to say. The Eight Brother is......Ezra's uncle? H-how is that......possible?
Now his head was reeling; making him feel like he was spinning out of control. Katooni was the first to sense that something was wrong. "Kanan, are you okay?", she asked, putting a hand on his shoulder.
But Kanan didn't answer. He could feel his body getting faint; the color was suddenly gone from his face. Katooni help him to his feet and began guiding him to the medical room. "Let's get you back to bed. You can't waste your energy worrying. It won't help you or Ezra".
Kanan knew she was right. He reluctantly nodded and let her lead him back to the medical room. The rest of the group waited for them to leave before saying anything. "So what's next?", Ganobi asked.
Petro thought for a minute. "We'll send the Shadows to gather some info about the Eighth Brother's whereabouts and schedule. That will help us with the next part of the plan".
He turned to Byph. "Send L.B the message. And tell him to hurry. Who knows how much time we have left".

Ezra sat in the tiny corner of his cell, his knees drawn close to his chest. He had woken up about five minutes ago; it had taken him a moment to remember what had happened: the crew wounded, the ship all burned up. He was alone again; he no longer had a family. What will I do?, he wondered, trying his best to not let his tears slip out. I could try to escape again. But where will I go? I have no where to run; I can't hide again.
What will I do?
The cell door suddenly opened, causing Ezra to look up abruptly. The Eighth Brother stood in the doorway, then walked in, shutting the door behind him. As he slowly walked toward the corner Ezra tried to make himself smaller, but in vain.
"Good, you're awake", the Eighth Brother said, his cool voice making Ezra's spine tingle. He bent down so that his eyes were level with Ezra's. "Ready for day one?"
Ezra gathered enough courage to spit at his enemy's face. The Eighth Brother blinked for a minute, then smiled slyly as he slowly wiped the saliva from his cheek. "I'll take that as a yes".

A dark haired girl ran into the meeting room where the captain was working. She burst through the door, causing the captain to look up. "What is it, Shona?", he asked his voice full of genuine concern.
"Sir", she breathed, gasping for breath. "I have a message from the P.R.A.E".
The man put his papers down and walked to where the girl was standing. "What did they say?"
"Sir, they want us to watch and give reports on the Eighth Brother, otherwise known as Edward Bridger. Apparently he kidnapped a force sensitive boy that belonged to the rebellion; the ghost crew to be exact".
The man nodded. "I've heard of them. One of the best teams in the rebellion. I didn't know there was a jedi in their group".
"Yes sir. But they are wounded and need major recovery. They need our help".
The captain gave this some thought. "Alright. Start up the ship. Tell everyone to get ready and to board the ship in less than ten minutes".
"Yes sir". And with that, the girl ran from the room to carry out her orders.
He captain walked back to his desk and pulled open one of the drawers; revealing two small pistols and a comlink. As he readied himself he dared to ask himself a question that he had been afraid to wonder: I wonder, will Fulcrum be there. The P.R.A.E do have some history with her and still make regular contact with her. Maybe she is safe and sound with them? Or maybe she's with the rebellion? Or in hiding? Or-
"Captain", a young man said through the comlink, breaking the leader from his thoughts. "Everything is set and in place. Awaiting further instructions".
"Thank you", the captain answered. "I'm on my way. I just need to grab one last thing and then we'll leave".
"Yes, Captain Bonteri", the man replied.
The captain opened the bottom drawer to his desk and pulled out two lightsabers. Though they were old they still looked as if they were fresh and new. He slipped them into a satchel and ran out the door, hoping that he would find the one person he lost long ago, before this mess with the empire ever came to be. He had so much to say; so much to make up for for the past fifteen years. Or was it sixteen? It didn't matter. Once he found her everything would be fine. So he believed. Don't worry Ahsoka. I, Lux Bonteri, will find and help you soon.
I promise.