Star Wars Rebels - Odyssey

Chapter 13: The Fall

Kanan's POV:
They stared at the room in shock as the door hissed closed behind them.  Lining the walls on all sides stood cryogenic storage pods with bodies floating within them.  Kanan estimated at least two dozen of them which was surprising considering the age of cloning was long gone.  "Cryo pods? These guys must be pretty important" Zeb remarked in a gruff tone, slinging his bo-rifle across his back.  Kanan slowly nodded in agreement and walked over to a console in the centre of the room.  He began typing into it and it quickly showed him the statistics and names of the people in the pods.  He stared at the strings of number in shock as several recurring facts appeared for all of them.  They were all force-sensitive, and clones.  "What is it boss?" Zeb asked, joining Kanan at the console.  "They're clones and they're force-sensitive.  But the force gene is so weak it would be impossible to clone a Jedi or even a Sith for that matter and still have the clone retain the gene.  You'd need to clone someone immensely powerful" Kanan explained.  "Precisely" a sinister voice said from behind.

A cloaked figure stood in the doorway, rage and evil radiating from him.  "Who...what are you?" Kanan asked in shock as Zeb quickly drew his rifle and aimed it at the figure.  "Unimportant.  Do you like the new breed of inquisitors Jedi? More powerful and loyal than ever before, truly the end of your fading religion" the figure replied as he slowly walked around the pods.  Kanan and Zeb shared a glance of concern as the figure continued to move towards them.  "What is your plan here Jedi? How can you possibly defeat us? You are but a flickering candle...in a galaxy of shadow" he boasted as he slowly pulled a lightsaber from his sleeve.  Its hilt was covered in symbols and markings and seemed to be of ancient origin.  "I've defeated your kind before, it's just about knowing which buttons to press.  Zeb now!" Kanan shouted, igniting his lightsaber in a defensive as Zeb shot his rifle at the console several times.  Alarms and sirens began blaring through the room and an AI voice spoke down the speakers saying "emergency, cryo pod life support systems are offline repeat cryo pod life support systems are down".  The figure ignited his own blade and calmly moved towards Kanan, slicing into the floor as he did so.  The battle had begun.

Hera's POV:
Hera sat impatiently in the pilot seat of the Phantom, with Chopper grumbling as usual beside her.  "Where are they? This is taking too long, we'll be spotted by a passing tie patrol soon" she remarked uncomfortably. Chopper bleeped back at her rudely and she slapped him while shaking her head at his language.  "Karrabast, we're going to the hangar.  We'll stay in the disguise of an Imperial scout ship there and wait for the others" she said, pulling down on the throttle and detaching the Ghost.  "Spectre 2 to Spectre 1, I know you said to keep comm silence but I'm changing position, we'll be in the hangar.  Get everyone there" she said over the comlink whilst avoiding the smaller asteroids near the facility.  "I'm a little preoccupied at the mo..." Kanan replied over the comlink, his voice fading to static.  Hera slammed her fist on the dashboard in frustration, she had to just hope that her message got through okay.

Kanan's POV:
Kanan looked down with shock at the comlink in his hands as it was force crushed by his opponent.  They clashed blades once more, determination fuelling both of their attacks.  he figure swiped for Kanan's legs but he leapt over him dodging the attack and heading for the door.  Zeb fired several shots at the figure's back but he turned with superhuman speed and blocked them all, sending them flying back at Zeb and barely missing his head.  Kanan stood in the corridor and pulled the figure out, smashing him into the corridor wall with a force push.  Zeb quickly ran out of the cryo room and stood behind Kanan, he was quite happy sticking it to stormtroopers but Sith Lords were a completely different story.  The figure quickly pulled himself up and held his blade up towards Kanan's throat.  Kanan knocked the lightsaber away and swiped at the figure, just missing his chest and slicing away at his black robes.  "Go...go, we've gotta get moving.  Towards the hangar" he shouted, ushering Zeb to run down the corridor whilst the figure was temporarily distracted.  He calmly walked after the pair, giving chase without showing any signs of desperation or tiredness.