In The Hands Of The Enemy, a Sabezra fanfiction

Chapter 13

It had been days and days of pure torture for Ezra. No words could be used to describe how much pain he was in mentally and physically. He didn't exactly know how long he had been being tortured. Honestly he didn't care. It seemed like an eternity. Ezra just wanted to give up and die. Nothing mattered. Though no matter how desperate things got, he would never tell Thrawn anything.

It was dark in the cell. The torture probes were away, probably shortly recharging before coming back to torment him more. He coughed up blood and felt the red liquid trickle down his chin. Many of his wounds were reopened, never getting the chance to properly heal. His injured arm had fallen off a few hours ago. He had watched in shock as it dropped to the ground and lay motionless. He could almost still feel it, and whenever he tried to move his left arm, he was repeatedly shocked that it wasn't there anymore.

The only thing that really kept him alive was the thoughts of his crew, especially Sabine. It could almost mute out the pain that he was in. He could distract himself with fond memories of the past.

FLASHBACK

It had been a few months since Ezra had joined the Ghost Crew. His life was action packed, filled with adventure, Jedi training and inquisitors, everything a kid like him could ever dream of. He was beginning to feel at home with the Ghost Crew, but he still didn't fully trust them. After all, it was basically a well known fact that Ezra Bridger trusted absolutely no one. Trust had never gotten him far in the past, why would it now?

"Ezra!" Hera's voice interrupted his thoughts. "Ezra Bridger! Get down here  right now!"

Ezra sighed heavily, and jumped off the top bunk in Zeb's and his room. "Coming, Hera,"  He called loud enough for the twi'lek to hear. "I swear that I haven't done anything wrong this time!" Had he? He tried to recount everything he had done that week. Nothing that he could think of. He hadn't even been fighting Zeb and Chopper recently.

Hera was at the bottom of the ladder, steaming mad. Sabine was sitting guiltily at the holochess table nearby. "Umm, errr hi Hera." Ezra scratched the back of his head, trying to make conversation with the raging woman. "How's the weather?" He cringed after he had said that."

Ignoring Ezra's desperate attempt to change the subject, she deathglared at him. "Let me ask you on question Mister," She raged. "Did you help Sabine repaint the outside of the Phantom neon pink and orange?"

Ezra shot a glare at Sabine for snitching on him. " Well, yeah about that..." he mumbled. "We also kind of painted the inside too." He told the captain of the ship sheepishly.

"YOU TWO WHAT???????" Hera screamed. Kanan poked his head through the door of his cabin to see what was wrong. When he saw an angry Hera and a frightened Sabine and Ezra, he quickly closed the door, not wanting to be in the woman's wrath of terror.

"It was Sabine's idea!" Ezra squeaked, looking for a way to escape   the room.

"Ezra was the one who suggested that we paint the inside too!!" Sabine blamed the younger crew

"I. DON'T .CARE." Hera responded stamping her foot foot for emphasis. "I want the Phantom cleaned by tonight. May the force help you if it isn't. Understand?" She demanded.

"Yes ma'am." Both kids mumbled, before marching out to go get supplies to clean the Phantom.

"I can't believe you snitched on me!" Ezra sputtered. "This is why I don't trust people!" He groaned and put his hand to his face.

"But I didn't!" Sabine insisted, putting her hand on Ezra's shoulder. " I swear. After she found out, she yelled at me for a little bit, and then called you down. I didn't even say a word about anything the whole time!" She protested.

Ezra relaxed. "Sorry for assuming things." He apologized and then frowned. "Wait, how did Hera even know that I helped in the first place?"

Sabine shrugged. "You know as they say. A captain knows everything about what goes on on their ship." She explained, while reaching for cleaning supplies from a nearby closet.

"Well that's a bit unnerving." Ezra snickered. Sabine laughed and put her arm around Ezra's shoulders.

"C'mon kid." She chuckled. "We got some cleaning to do."

*****

After hours of backbreaking work, Ezra and Sabine were almost done cleaning the Phantom. The only problem was that they just couldn't get the neon orange paint of the ceiling of  the Phantom.

"Maybe we can tell Hera not to look up?" Ezra weakly suggested, staring up at the ceiling, pondering over what to do.

"Nope. Won't work." Sabine rolled her eyes at the boy . "She won't like that. AT ALL"

"True." Ezra groaned. "Well what else can we do?" He turned to the mandalorian for guidance on this.

Sabine frowned, in thought. "Well maybe we could paint it another color." She thought out loud. "But I don't have any gray paint." She soon saw the flaws in her plan.

Ezra facepalmed. "Seriously?? Out of all the colors, you don't have grey? How convenient!" He said sarcastically. "Oh now let's just wait for Hera to kill us! Or better yet, just cover the ceiling with silver duck tape !"

Sabine snapped her fingers. "Wait that might just work! I think i have some in my room!" She ran out to go get it.

Ezra's eyes widened. "I was just kidding you know!" He shouted down the hallway. What had he done?

Sabine came back with 5 rolls of duck tape. "You actually had a good idea, kid. Be proud of yourself." She grinned as she opened the tape. "This is the really good kind of duck tape that sticks for a really really long time. And if you put it on right, it's hardly noticeable." She exclaimed as she got to work putting on layers of duck tape.

"This better work.." Ezra muttered as he started to assist the girl.

End flashback

Ezra smiled slightly, remembering the time. It had worked. Hera miraculously never noticed the difference. Every time Ezra had went on the Ghost after that, he always looked up to make sure the duck tape wasn't falling off. In the past few weeks, it had been peeling off and Sabine and him hadn't had the time to fix it. He wondered what Hera would do if she found out...

He passed out into unconsciousness, sleeping for the first time in days. The torture probes would soon come in to wake him and torment him but for now
He was glad with the little rest he had.

Meanwhile, Thrawn watched his prisoner on security cameras. His hand balled into a fist with anger. No matter how much he tried, he couldn't crush the boy! But he had to remain calm.

The admiral stroked his chin in thought. If he couldn't make the boy tell him where his friends were, perhaps  he could make the boy's friends come to his clutches.

The more the man thought of it, the more he realized how much of a good idea it was. He let out a cackle. "You won't flee this time, rebels" he muttered to himself, developing a plan that could hopefully crush not only the Ghost crew but most of the rebellion also.