Chapter 7

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"How are you?" Ezra asked. Three fugitives had hid in a cave. Zeb was guarding them. Tuskens were still nearby. Furious that the object which they've caught for the test of adulthood has escaped.

"I'm fine, youngling" said Rakhesh "And now, tell me why"

"Why what?" the boy rised his eyebrow.

"Why did you help me?" Rakhesh checked his pockets and bag with his items. He sadly stated that Tuskens usurped his pipe and tobacco, but they didn't move a dagger in the upper of the boot. "And please, don't lie to me"

Ezra sighed. Wish it were that simple.

"Fulcrum... Err, I mean Ahsoka trusts you. I thought that since you are now with us..." the boy fell silent. Rakhesh smiled with understanding. "Listen I've got a question"

"Go on" said Pau'an.

"What's happened with Dhera?"

"Dhera Leonis?" asked Rakhesh. Ezra nodded "She's fine. Rebels have her in their base. I heard she's very good freedom fighter"

"Wait, You send her to rebel cell? That was your job for Ahsoka?" Ezra loked at him with a surprise "Cool"

"Thanks" Pau'an smiled and suddenly frowned. "What the...?"

Ezra also felt it. Like a terrible migraine. Then Zeb fell into the cave, heavily battered, but alive.

"ZEB!" the Padawan cried, but Rakhesh held him in place.

To the cave came a woman in a black, tight-fitting outfit, a black helmet and mirror mask. In her hand was a lightsaber with a scarlet blade. Rakhesh took out his weapon and launched the green blade. Female Inquisitor snorted with contempt.

"You don't interest me, traitor," she snarled and threw in him a silver disc. The device went into his chest and shocked him. Rakhesh cried out in pain and fell to the ground, unconscious. Inquisitor looked at Ezra "Hello, boy"

"Hi," growled Ezra pulling out his laser sword.

They began to fight. Female (Ezra began calling her 'Mask') was fast and agile. She knew also more punches and had more experience, so had an edge over Padawan. But Ezra was angry, what gave him strength. Suddenly, Mask treacherously substitute leg to him, which made him fall on the ground. Immediately she jumped on Ezra to cuff him before he'll do something stupid. Then Ezra punched her in the face with all his strength. He didn't feel well with beating the woman, but... Then he noticed that her mask fell. And saw her face.

It was her. She had a scar on her cheek and yellow, bloodshot eyes, but it certainly was the same person.

"M-Mom?" Ezra whispered, feeling the tears on his cheeks.

"I wasn't called like that for long time," said Mask, but rather Mira Bridger with confusion. She studied the face of Padawan, "Ezra?"

"Oh no," Rakhesh muttered, feeling discharge of Force. Mother and son looked pretty bad. Their emotions raged. It could end up being very unpleased.

Then Zeb lunged at the woman with his bo-rifle and pinned her to the rock. Mira screamed when electricity shot through her body.

"Take kid away!" roared Lasat to Pau'an, during keeping Mira for a safe distance.

"NO!" Ezra cried when Rakhesh grabbed him in waist and began to creep toward the exit "Let me go, the hell! You can't do that!"

"I'm sorry, Ezra," whispered Pau'an and hit the boy in the back of neck. The effect was immediate; Ezra has fell unconscious.

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I'm sorry, guys, for three things:

- for beating Zeb and Ezra.

- for making some psychopath from Ezra's mom. I had concept (and many other persons) that female Inquisitor from S2 is Dark Mira Bridger. Until I've seen concept art, on which fem-Inquisitor in mask has a green face.

- for my grammar errors. As usual. ;)

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