Darth Minar

Chapter 17

Kanan's heart had stopped beating.  His palms were clammy and cold; and a feeling of dread washed over him.  He felt groggy, and cold......the Dark Side was winning and Ezra was dying.  He felt it.

The cry that could be heard throughout the galaxy.  

"Hera, we need to hurry.  Please."  Kann pleaded.  "I can feel his light going out."

"I'm going as fast as I can, Kanan."  She replied, a shiver ran down her spine and her voice pained with hope and fear.  "Go to the back with Rex and Sabine, getting ready for extraction."

The plan was simple;  Kanan really wasn't listening.  He felt numb as Ezra's light dimmed a little more every minute.  

"Kanan, pay attention."  Rex said carefully.  "Do you need to-"

"We're here!"  Hera called from the cockpit.  Rex and Sabine exchanged grim expressions of worry before they ran for the entrance to the inanimate star destroyer.  As soon as Kanan stepped aboard, the stealth mission began.  After a seconds worth of running, Kanan felt as if he was carrying hundreds of weights on his back.  From the Force; pain and sorrow and grief.  He slowed to a stop, causing the rest of his party to slop with him.  He could sense a deeper pain within Ezra's diminishing spirits.  He tried to reach out to Ezra, but only found a startling chill.  Ezra was in the med bay.  

 "Kanan, what's wrong?  Is Ezra alright?"  Sabine asked pleadingly.  They clung to the corner of the bleach white walls as two storm troopers on patrol walked by.  Kanan shook his head as he pieced everything together.  

"He's injured.  He's bleeding.  He passed out, I think.  I'm not sure, but we need to get to him.  Now.  Follow me."  Kanan navigated the halls of the halls of the facility easiler, though he was blind, and knew when someone was coming before they did, it seemed.  They neared the med bay, Kanan pausing for a second before it was clear.  Then, he entered.  

He followed Sabine, taking up the middle of the trio as Rex followed him.  He didn't sense anyone except for a less than steady heartbeat of a near Ezra.  Sabine stopped in her tracks, and Kanan ran right into her.  Then, Rex into him.  

"Oh my Force..."  Sabine whispered vaguely and with apparent pain.  Rex walked around to the front of the group and took in a sharp breath.  The room felt cold.  

"Sabine?"  Hera asked over the comms, seeming to sense her distress.  "Did you find Ezra?  Is he alright?"   Hera was, sadly, met with silence.  Sabine didn't know what to say.  Or how to describe it.  Ezra lay on a med bed, the normally white pillows were dyed a crimson color.  Blood, Sabine realized.  He was unnaturally pale, more pal than he had been at the base, more pale than she'd ever seen anyone ever.  He still wore his sith robes, which seemed to fit his slender figure in his time as Darth Minar at the base.  But now, looking over him, it looked odd.  It didn't fit the carelessness that seemed to return to his aura.  He seemed to be cautiously careful, something Sabine found impossible, but yet the perfect way to describe his current state.  

"Sabine?!"  Hera's voice was pleading.  Sabine stood petrified, not sure what to say.  Rex rushed over to the unconcious boy, quickly looking him over.  

"Guys, what's going on?"  Kanan asked, concerned.  He could sense the tension, but he couldn't see what was going on.  All he could hear was the voice of Hera in his head and feel Sabine's nervous tension and worry through the Force.  

"He has a concussion,"  Rex answered calmly.  "Major blood loss to the head, he's loosing oxygen.  We need to get him to the Rebel Healers, quick."  Sabine suddenly bounced back, running over to help Rex pick up Ezra's limp body and get him to The Ghost.