The Ghost Crew

Undercover Part 13

My head hurts well everything hurts. But that is normal. What is not normal? No Rebels. The world just hates me. I have two horrible teachers this year but I hopefully will manage. If Sabezra happens, I will be fine. Or Kanera kiss. The dreams and expectations. September 22. To far. Like a month away. Well here is the next chapter. I left you at a cliffhanger. The evil in me. Well, this might be the last chapter if so and ideas? Here it is.

Kanan's POV:

"Bomb."

The utter of those words made his heart skip a beat. The empire put a bomb in his Padawan. A mere child.

The Phantom stops instantly and they get closer to the Empire's base. The bomb could already be ticking away or it could only be doing it far away from the empire. It most likely has a tracker.

I put my hand on Ezra's chest hopping I could maybe just maybe sense the foreign material. I got nothing. If I could I would be crying now.

I grab the comm and contact Hera. "Hera. There is a bomb in Ezra. We can't leave. We need someone to get it out before we go anywhere."

I heard a lot of curses on the line. The other Rebels were scanning Ezra. A device was in him and luckily not to deep. But it was activated. Maybe I can shut it off. I need to. For Ezra.

I went deep into the force. I could feel Ezra's force signature. Then I went deeper. I thought of the device then thought of how to shut it off. I heard the machinery but I all shut off. I breath out a sigh. But a new sound cut the air.

A scream. Ezra's scream. I grab hold of his hand. He continues screaming. I go to his mind. His mental shields were up high. Something or someone was trying to get in.

Vader.

I enter his mind and help try to reenforce his walls. No matter what I did. Ezra kept screaming. I held his hand in a death grip.

"Come on Ezra. Fight!" I yell in his mind. He seems to e trying but he is extremely weak. Vader was speaking to him and it was killing him. Literally.

I use everything I got and more but Ezra could only fight this battle on his own. I hold onto him and tell him to keep fighting. The dark side wants to consume. So much has passed from that horrible day on Malichor.

I thought the dark side was gone from him by it always comes back to try to take my Padawan. I look down at him and feel his signature. Hera told me he grown but I still see the snippy 15 year old, trying his hardest to learn they force, always caring for others before himself, and his blue eyes radiating hope, love, and freedom. I see his long bluish blackish hair not the military cut he got.

One thing stayed the same. The parallel scars on his left cheek. The scars he earned during the fight with the Grand Inquisitor. We knew then and there that we need each other. We knew that we weren't the only force sensitives left and that we both have a lot to learn. But we will do it together.

I enter his mind again and it was calm. He was sleeping. He beat Vader. I release the breath I was holding. I feel someone walk up behind me. I stand up and sense Sabine.

"Let's get to the fleet."

Ezra's POV:

Pain.

Pain.

Pain.

Darkness.

Death.

Pain.

Cold.

Pain.

Really cold.

Wait. Where am I? That's a good question. I remember seeing Kanan and I think Sabine. Then my mind was attack.

Hold up. Sabine. She's going to kill me. Yea. I might want to be in the empire's hands. She will torture me with her hair dye stuff and sparkles and worse her dark saber. I am screwed.

But hey at least I beat Vader in my mind. I don't know how at all but I did it that's what counts. Till Kanan asks me.  Oh well. I really am cold. At least the pain is numbing. Or is it that I am so use to it.

Hopefully the Rebels got me and are treating me. 'Cause if they have me and aren't doing anything for me, I will be pissed. Now I think I hear voices. But only bits of it.

"Another dosage it-"

"More bacta. The wound is-"

"How is he still breathing? He should of-"

I feel a light underneath my eyes. I blink them open and see blurry stuff. I sense out with the force. 4 people and all Rebels. Thank the force.

"You need to go back o asleep. Give me the shot," says the woman next to me. Fear cuts through me like a knife. I start to struggle but am only moving my fingers and toes.

"Hey hey. It's okay. It will keep the pain away for the surgery. It's okay Commander Bridger." I needle plunges into my shoulder and my eyes slowly fall shut.

Sorry for the wait. School sucks and the season is so close that I can taste it. That's weird. I will try to post soon. One more shooter then yea it's done and we can jump straight into the next season with my review. How about that? Well, anyway, that trailer is still freaking me out. I see it and no breath. Hear it and no air. Hear Star Wars and start crying like an idiot. That's Star Wars for you. It is my soul and heart and life after basketball. May the force be with you, always. Long live SWRebels!

P.S.- Dave where is my Ashoka? She better be in this season or death. Bye. Star Wars for life!!!