Her sacrifice

Friends and enemies

Silency.  And then a small thump. And then they heard a manic laughter. Ezra and Hera stood up, and walked towards the door. Kanan was lying on the ground. He had his knees bented agains his chest and he was holding his stomach with his left hand. he was on his side, but he slowly turned on his stomach and crawled towards Grey, begging, "Please...please Grey, snap out of it! This is not you! You don't have to do this!" Kanan whispered and tried to grab Greys foot. "Good soliders follow orders," was the ice cold answer Grey said without showing any emotion in his face. "Execute the jedi," he continued and pushed the gun on Kanans head. Then another shot. But it wasn't Greys. It was Ezra. Grey fell sideways on the floor. "No! Grey!" Kanan yell and crawled towards Grey, and touched his forehead. "Don't worry. He is only stunned," said Ezra and tied Grey with a rope. Hera ran to Kanan and turned him on his back. She saw blood on his right side. He had left a bloodtrail from where he had crawled, and the shirt had a hole that had clearly been smoking just a moment ago. "Oh no. No nonono," Hera said quietly to herself and started giving commands. "Ezra! You keep our prisoner company, Sabine, get a medkit! Zeb! Go get some water!" Hera took scissors and cut the shirt open. Kanan winced as Hera peeled the shirt off. The blood around the vound had stained but the vound had to be bandaged soon, so he wouldn't loose any more blood. "Okay love, this might hurt a bit," Hera said and took the medkit Sabine was holding. Sabine sat down , and dodged Zeb who ran with a bowl of water. Hera took the water and started cleaning up the vound. Kanan let out a yelp and close his eyes. "Now don't look Kanan, this only stings for a while said Hera as she poked a needle filled with painkillers on his side. But it eiter was too strong, or Kanan was too tired, because his eyes rolled back and he passed out. "Wake up, wake up!" Hera said and tapped his cheek. Kanan was breathing just fine, so she continued bandaging the vound.

Kanan woke up in his room. He heard muffeled talking from the hallway. He was seeing all a little blurry, and he tried to sit up, but a stinging pain forced him to stop. He let a sigh, and close his eyes. Where is Grey? Then the door opened, and Hera walked in as the others peeked in the doorway, before entering. "Feeling alright dear?" Hera started and smiled "Yeah, maybe,"he muttered looking around. "And what does that even mean?" Hera asked. "That means I am not dead, but my ribs are on fire," he said tiredly and and let out another sigh. "Well, are you hungry? You cinda skipped the breakfast," Hera smirked. "Food? 'Though that might not be so bad idea," Kanan smiled and tried to push himself upwards with his arms. "I wouldn't try that," Hera said and pushed Kanan to the bed. "Oh come on!" Kanan complined. "How do you think Im going to eat lying down?" "Well, just stop moving and we'll lift you up, " "Oh, so you have a brilliant plan for this? Oh lucky me..." "Ha ha, not funny. I'll get you another pillow," Hera said and left the room, leaving the rest of the crew in the cabin. "Oh and Ezra, could you help?" Hera shouted from the hallway. "Ugh. Coming!" He shouted and rolled his eyes as he turned slowly and ran out. "Well, do you need something?" Zeb asked,  and kanan let out a little laughter. "Not really, " He said and lifted his body upwards and kept the right hand over his right side. The vound was aching, but Kanan sat up and leaned the wall behind him. "Doesn't that hurt?" Sabine asked,  as Kanan closed his eyes and breathed heavily. "Not really, I'm okay." "Uh huh? You sure 'bout that?" asked Hera, who was carrying a tray. followed By Ezra carrying two pillows. "Yep, I'm quite sure. Where is Gray? Is he okay?" Kanan asked as Ezra stuffed the illows under Kanans back. "Kanan how can you possibly care about him? He tried to kill you!" "He is being controlled by that chip! I know him! Now tell me he is alright." "He is. We are taking him to the base. And you too. You need to rest and heal." "Fine," Kanan said and closed his eyes tightly, and tried to fight the pain that was stinging under his ribs,  trying not to breath too heavily. He pushed his fingernails deep in his palms. "Is everything okay?" Ezra asked, and took a step forward. "Not really," Kanan said panting and moved himself a bit more down,  trying to find a position that wouldn't hurt. Sabine took the  tray from Hera who went and moved the pillows to support Kanans head. "Now is it good?"  Ezra asked, and Kanan nodded. "Then eat something," Hera said and nodded to Sabine who offered the tray to Kanan, who took the bowl, and took a sip from it. "Good," he said. "Well thank you Now excuse us but we need to fly the Ghost to the base," "Okey, well, I guess, we'll see then," Kanan said and took another sip  of the bowl filled with orange soup-like liquid.

The rest of the crew walked following Hera to the cockpit. "I'm the co-pilot!" Ezra yelled and ran to the chair rolling it around a couple of times. Zeb rolled his eyes, and the crew took their seats. "Chopper, transform the power to the motors. Ready to takeoff!" And so they were headed to the station. And just two cabins away, tied in Ezras bedleg, sat Grey. He had woken up tied in. What the Force just happened? First everything was under control, and then, he sits here trying to remember what happened. He shot Caleb. Oh no. This is why he shouldn't have come back. The chip was in his head. It took control. Oh great. Was Caleb okay? Oh course he's not you idiot, you shot him!  Sigh. This new -change thing was not going so great. He had got Caleb back and now when he thrusted you, the chip makes you shoot him. Oh, just my luck. He thought. What now? They are not thrusting me anymore that's for sure. Then the ship landed and the door opened.