Working Alone.

It's us.

<Aboard the Libration>
The Inquisitor sat waiting for some sign from his apprentice. It finally came in the form of a telepathic message.
'Master, I'm on the rebel ship. I will bring them to you as soon as I can.'
The Inquisitor smirked at his apprentices statement. His plan may have been changed slightly by this, but in the end, everything would turn out as he'd planned.
Everything.

<Aboard the Ghost>
Ezra lay on the ground for a few moments before jumping to his feet and calling for his Lightsaber. It flew through the air into Ezra's hand, where he activated it. Kanan drew his Lightsaber and moved into a defensive stance. Ezra crouched into an attack position and charged at Kanan. Kanan quickly bought his Lightsaber up to block Ezra's strike, but it left him immensely off balance. While Ezra had done this, Zeb and gone behind him and tried to sweep his legs out from underneath him. Sensing it, Ezra jumped backwards slightly, but had forgotten about Sabine, who knocked him off balance and sent him crashing to the floor. A moan escaped Ezra as he felt something that smelt like blood trickle down his forehead. He stood up, holding his head as the crimson liquid stained his glove and hair from where he'd smacked his head. Suddenly, Zeb grabbed him from behind, enabling him from doing anything.
"Ezra, it's us," said Hera. "Chopper, Hera, Kanan, Sabine and Zeb."
"I don't know anyone by those names!" shouted Ezra, straining to break away from Zeb's iron-like grips. Everyone seemed to gasp in surprise at what Ezra had said.
Except Kanan.
"Ezra," said Kanan.
Ezra growled at him.
"Look up at me."
Ezra lifted his head and looked at him.
And Kanan saw something he wished wasn't there.
"Amber eyes," whispered Kanan so quietly almost no one heard him.
"What?" asked Hera, having not noticed his eyes.
"His eyes," replied Kanan, plainly.
Everyone looked at his eyes and gasped. His once sapphire blue eyes were replaced by dark amber colour.
A sign Kanan and any other Jedi knew all too well.