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???'s POV

"Grrraaahhhhh!!!!" Was all I could let out a I was being electrocuted, eyelids crushed together, teeth gritted, and fists clenched together.

I was locked into a torture table with no escape possible and was being pushed to my breaking point.

I was very close to losing consciousness.

"Enough." the dark cloaked monster said from the shadows of the room in his low, robotic voice.

Right then, the jolting bolts stopped and relief and anger set in.

"Use your pain to fuel your anger and hatred. They will grant you true power." it said.

"Yes... my master." was all I could reply before fully blacking out.

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Two Years Later On Lothal...

"Alright crew, you all know the drill. Zeb, Sabine, you two take out the guards around the crates. Ezra, you and I will secure the crates and then we all grab them and take them back to the Ghost, where Hera will be ready to pick us up. Intelligence says there are 4 crates and they have some speeder bikes sitting there, so we should be able to steal those to bring the cargo back to the Ghost." Kanan announces to the crew, who were all sitting around the holotable on the Ghost.

He was right, they'd done missions like this a million times.

It was textbook work for the crew.

But for Ezra, something was different about this mission. Something he couldn't put words to.

Kanan sensed Ezra's confusion and walked over to him.

"Hey kid, you alright?" He said.

"Yeah. Hey, can I talk to you in private real quick?" Ezra asked.

Kanan was a little confused, but responded, "Sure, make it quick. We got a mission to do."

They then walked to Kanan's room and shut the door.

"Alright Ezra, what's bothering you?" Kanan said.

Ezra responded, "I sense that we're going to meet someone on this mission... someone force sensitive."

"Do you think it's an Inquisitor?" Kanan asked, ready to shut the mission down right there.

"I don't think so. Something's different about this one. They feel lost and alone." Ezra told him, kind of confused with the way this person felt through the force.

"Well, whatever it is, be careful. We don't know what this is, so we need to take caution on this one," Kanan told him, putting his hand on his shoulder.

"Come on, we have to get this mission done fast."

And even though both of them were a little wary of what this presence was, they walked out of the Ghost and headed with their crew off to their mission.

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"Alright, let's make this quick. Zeb, Sabine, go get'em." Kanan spoke through his commlink.

Zeb and Sabine did their usual thing, making quick work of the few buckethead guards there, shattering each of their skulls in the process, making an opening for Ezra and Kanan to secure the cargo.

Suddenly, Ezra stopped for a second, " Wait a second. Kanan, you said there would be 4 crates. There's only 3."

Just then, he froze in place.

He felt the presence, the presence he felt before the mission.

Just then, he heard one of the speeders start up and looked over in time to see someone in all black and a painted Mandolorian helmet on one of the speeder bikes.

"Thanks for doing the dirty work for me!" they yelled over his shoulder before speeding off.

"You guys take these crates back to Hera, I'll get that one back." Kanan said as he ran over to one of the bikes and sped off after the crate thief.

"Let's hope he gets that crate back without killing himself or the other person," Zeb said, chuckling.

"Alright, you heard Kanan. Let's move." Sabine said to the two.

While Sabine and Zeb we're both hooking up their crates to the bikes, Ezra was still frozen staring off at where Kanan and the thief took off from.

It was like he was entranced.

He was so entranced that he didn't realize that Sabine had walked up to him until she put her hand on his shoulder, shaking him a little, snapping him back into reality.

"You alright Ezra?" She said with a look of concern on her face.

This wasn't something normal and it concerned her a little.

He shook his head a little and quickly responded, "Yeah, sorry. I just... there's something off about whoever that was."

"Well, Kanan's after him, so I wouldn't worry too much. Come on, we have to get these back to Hera before they wake up." She mentioned, waving to the slightly moving troopers.

"You're right. Let's go." Ezra responded after a second of silence while staring off where both Kanan and the person took off.

While he was setting up his bike to head back to Hera, he couldn't get his mind off that person.

He could've sworn that person was force sensitive.

Thank you for reading the first chapter of this story. I will be coming out with a second one in a few days. Please leave a comment if you have suggestions for the story. I'll see you in the next one.