Darth Minar

Chapter 16

Kanan approached the rebel base from the outside from a running pace, getting worried and confused glances from rebel officers and pilots as he ran.  

He sensed Sato, Rex, and Hera chatting as they walked through the base and ran to their location with as much speed and stamina he could.   As he neared, he slowed his pace to a light jog and caught their attention.

"Commander Sato!"  He called to get their attention.  They all turned around in confusion.   "Commander Sato, this is of much importance."  Kanan said.  Hera raised and eyebrow and Sato nodded.

"It's about Ezra, I sensed him.  He called to me.  He needs help."  Kanan pleaded.  A stern sadness crossed Sato's face.  

"I'm sorry, Kanan, but we can't allow to send help for Ezra.  We don't know if he's Ezra or Minar.  We don't even know if he actually needs help.  He may be setting a trap for us.  We cannot allow Minar to come here."

"I understand, Commander Sato, but please.  I could sense him.  I know it's not a trap.  Please, he's my apprentice.  I need to help him.  I can save him."  Kanan pleaded.  Sato sighed.  

"Whatever I say doesn't matter, does it?  You'll take your crew and get him yourself right?"  Sato asked.  Kanan sighed.

"Please, we don't need the whole fleet.  Just me, Hera, Sabine, Zeb, Chopper, The Ghost, and maybe Rex if he's up for it?  Please, I have to do this.  And fast."  Rex nodded his okay and Sato sighed.  

"Alright, if you believe it'll save Younger Bridger.  But, please, be careful and come back promptly.  With Ezra.  Not Minar."  Sato made completely clear before nodding his goodbye to the group of companions.  

"Is it really him?"  Hera asked; her voice catching on her emotions she tried so hard to hide.  

"Yes."  Kanan said confidently, although he wasn't confident Ezra would still be alive when they reached him.  "We need to leave quickly.  Let's grab Chop, Zeb, and Sabine and make an infiltration plan."  

"I'll go prepare The Ghost and find Chopper."  Rex volunteered and Kanan and Hera agreed.

The three exchanged silent nods and went their separate ways.

As the day passed, the mural drew closer and closer to completion.  Sabine had scrapped it down to the bare minimum; washing the paint from the wall and deciding on a plain background.

Zeb stared with contempt as he'd watch Sabine paint.  Sometimes, she would be "in-the-zone", nothing able to distract her and she painted with as quick as lightning.  Then, she'd step back and sigh; second-guessing a color choice or a size.  She'd scrapped the entirety of the painting almost five times; herself and Zeb scrubbing at the wall until it was plain of all character but white and dark blue.  

As the sun went down, Sabine carried away with her work.  The mural; her final version and the version she liked most, was almost done.  

It depicted Ezra for who he really was in two images that laid right next to each other.  As she finished a final stroke of paint, she stepped back with Zeb to enjoy her work.

To the left was Ezra training; his lightsaber held even with his head and he stood in a strike position.  His hair was short, cut neatly has it was before he left.  His eyes were electric blue and his expression stern as he focused on training.  

The other image was a younger version of him; the image portraying him from his thighs up.  In both he wore his orange jumpsuit, of course.  Never once depicted in the ghastly sith robes he'd worn on his last visit.  The second image was from when he was younger; his hair long and unkempt.  He held one of his old collectible storm trooper helmets under his far arm and he was in a playful stance.