And as it turns out, I'm not dead! Hurray!

Oh my goodness, I've been working on this night and day... and now it's finally ready for publishing. Since the reactions to Abducted were so positive and you guys were asking for a sequel with Vader... well, who am I not to write it?

Just a warning: if you haven't read my previous story, Abducted, I recommend you do so before reading this story. There will be major characters and plot-points that are from Abducted that are important here, so if you haven't read about them, I heavily suggest that you do to further enhance your 'reading experience.'

And, just because I'm in the spirit of Valentine's Day and have sorely missed writing, here's a super long beginning chapter for you all! Enjoy! :)

Disclaimer: Star Wars: Rebels belongs to Disney, which is like, a thousand miles from where I am. If heading over there would miraculously give me ownership of our favorite Rebels, be-li-ev-e me, I would be gone.

The rain made the ground slippery.

That, of course, was true for any planet. But the fallen leaves made for treacherously slippery ground, and the cloaked figure running across them knew that only too well.

Being pursued by at least twenty men in white armor, the figure didn't exactly have time to carefully choose their footing. The best they could do was run as fast as their long, slender legs would allow, and curse whenever the foliage betrayed them. Other than that, there was no time for anything. The men chasing behind the figure were trained well, and their armor gave them more traction on the ground than the figure's own soft boots did.

A red blaster bolt hit a tree to their immediate right, and they slipped violently, only barely managing to stay on their feet. They really didn't like the rain.

"Don't shoot to kill! Stun only!" At least I've got that going for me.

The figure's breath was fast and erratic under their hood, and they knew they couldn't keep up this pace forever. But the soldiers behind them showed no signs of tiring, and they had ranged weapons to pick them off when they lagged. Over all, this was not an ideal situation for them to be in, especially since the only escape vehicle was miles and miles away. In the opposite direction. Heavily guarded. They would have groaned if it wouldn't have caused their breathing to distort even more.

This was just the perfect situation. Usually, the hooded figure's frequent recon missions went smoothly, even if their over-all goal failed. The figure hadn't been able to find a suitable time or place or anything else to help them high-jack the off-world transport the soldiers had for over a year, and since their own was broken, they were stuck here on the moon. Still, though, they had never been seen.

Until now.

The figure jumped over a fallen tree, long wet cloak slapping against their legs, and they realized: there might be a way out of this situation. This was the territory just a few miles from a huge cliff that fell to insane depths...if they could lure the stormtroopers there, it would prevent the Imperials from circling around and overwhelming them...

Should I fight them? It might just be more troublesome for me later... but if I just eventually lose them they'll send out more search parties... well, they'll send out more search parties either way.

What do I do?

Ezra Bridger narrowed his eyes, willing them to adjust to the darkness faster. So far, the only things he could see were blurry shapes in the distance. Whenever he tried to look directly at them, they became fuzzy and blurred, so the almost seventeen year old was forced to simply look at nothing while his eyes adjusted.

Easier said than done when you're fighting a man who could spring out and attack you from any direction at any time.

Focus. You know this place better than anyone. Remember all the nooks and crannies? Which ones would he be able to fit in?

Ezra started as a noisy clatter rang out around him, sounding just as violent as a canon shot in the silence. That came from over there... could it be a trap? Ezra's eyes narrowed even lower, but this time out of thought. His target was a crafty one, and the noise could very well just be an attempt to distract Ezra from finding the man's true position.

This is almost definitely a trap.

But where else can I look? It's my only clue... and he'll probably jump right out at me when I go there. Well, if I want to get this over with quickly... better go.

And against his safety instincts telling him to run the opposite way, Ezra slinked silently towards the place where the noise had originated from. Just as he suspected, there was nothing there to point out where his target's position was... and there was no sudden attack either. Ezra squinted around the darkness, cursing silently that his eyes were taking so long to adjust.

And then Ezra saw something.

The hooded figure was panting for breath now, stitches in their sides punctuating each stride with pain. It really didn't help that they had to regain their balance with every step, but that wouldn't change until they reached their destination.

The trees thinned out suddenly, and the figure's stomach dropped to their feet. Of course I forgot about the clearing.

Without the numerous amount of trees and foliage to block the stormtroopers vision, they would make for an easy target. But to avoid the clearing meant to add maybe forty feet to their run, and with the damp ground underfoot and their shortage of breath, going around the large space would be nigh on impossible.

I'll have to run like the wind to get to the other side if I don't want them to shoot me.

"Over here! The rebel's over here!" The figure cursed under their breath at how the single moment of indecision had cost them precious time. Without needing a second show of how close their enemies were, the cloaked person took off across the field, legs moving faster than they had in years. Maybe it was a good thing they had had nothing but berries and meat to live off of for eleven months, as the figure hardly weighed anything. It helped them to run, and in situations like this, the speed was sorely appreciated.

But it wasn't fast enough. With an impact that stung like hell, the figure took a bullet to the left shoulder, directly where the arm connected to the neck. The shot was evidently set on stun, as it did not leave permanent damage behind, and the figure felt their nerves starting to become numb in that area. That wouldn't be good for what they had planned up ahead at the cliff.

But they escaped the clearing without any further damage, though they could hear the stormtroopers were still in hot pursuit behind them. The numbing sensation in their shoulder increased, but the figure gritted their teeth and kept on running. If they slowed down to baby themselves, only more shots would follow.

Almost there...

There was a shape moving through the darkness. Ezra couldn't follow it, it had moved too quickly for him to track it, but it had definitely been there. Over to his left. Although, he couldn't say whether or not what had caused the movement was still there. The man might have kept on running, or he might have stayed where he was in order to escape Ezra's detection. Either were plausible.

Remember... keep your weapon still until you're absolutely certain you need it. Otherwise you're just lighting up the space and revealing yourself as a target.

Oh, Ezra just wanted the waiting to end... he was good at sneaking and fighting, not watching others sneak. That just wasn't his cup of tea. But now he had to, and there was no use in complaining. The fight had to be fought, yes, but it had to be lead up to first. Still, it didn't make the anticipation any better.

There was another noise behind him, and Ezra swirled around, expecting to see a shouting man brandishing a lightsaber at him- but there was still nothing but the blurry shapes in the darkness. Another trick? Is he just waiting until I no longer respond to noise to finally come and fight? Or is there something else he's up to?

Ezra's shoulders lowered as he forced the building tension inside of him to lower. Being agitated would only work against him. Besides, there was a trick of Ezra's own he was willing to try... Maintaining his appearance of observing his surroundings carefully, the teen reached out in the Force. That, if anything, would help him find the mysterious location of his enemy.

Almost instantaneously, Ezra was forced to activate a blue lightsaber in response to his opponent leaping out to attack him.

The hooded figure leapt over a rotting log, aware of the clearing of fallen trees. This was a good sign. Not only would the fallen tree branches pose as difficult obstacles for the stormtroopers, but it was a sure sign that the cliff they had been heading towards was coming up soon.

After all, having spent almost a year on the planet came with an almost inherent memorization of the terrain. The figure hadn't spent all this time in the forests just to have them become a weapon against them.

However, the branches posed just as much of a problem to the figure as they did to the troopers behind them. With the added obstacle of the wet ground and their own exhaustion, the figure couldn't get as much of a lift as they had been able to do in previous jumps. With a tug that pulled their head back sharply, the cloak that had been concealing them snagged on an upturned branch.

There was no time to unhook it, the men in white were rapidly approaching, their armored feet thudding down on the ground powerfully. With only a single pang of regret for the article of clothing that'd kept them warm and hidden for so long, the figure threw off the hood and ripped open the clasp, releasing the thin sheet of fabric from their shoulders. There was no time to waste on semantics. The cloak was a good one, and it had served them well over the months they had worn it, but it was not worth their life.

"This way! This way!" The troopers were acting in such a way that reminded the figure of hunting dogs, almost instantly sensing and seeking out weakness in their prey. They took orders just like dogs anyways...

Without the comforting presence of the cloak, the spot where the stun-shot had hit the figure was exposed to the cold night air, making the numbing sensation intensify. If they managed to get out of this situation, they would have to thoroughly massage the area until any side-affects were dispelled, because right now it was almost next to useless.

And then: the trees thinned out once more. This time, though, the figure wasn't filled with dread. The thinning of the trees meant the cliff was near, and the time to fight was at hand. Fighting was definitely more exciting than running- though, with the amount of adrenaline pumping through their veins, the figure doubted there would be much difference between the two.

A sudden twinge of warning made the figure leap through the remainder of the trees, as they did so snatching a small silver cylinder of metal off of their belt. Where they had been moment before, a ring of blue energy collided with the ground. As they landed in the open area just in front of the cliff, the tube of metal was activated. A bright green blade of energy illuminated the night, drizzles of rain eliciting smoke from the lightsaber.

Out in the open, without her cloak to conceal her, the female Togruta looked vulnerable. Her tan suit was muddy and stained- though not as much as the cloak had been -from prolonged contact to the elements. She was skinny, more so than usual as there was a limited amount of food one could find in the forests. Highly feminine proportions gave her a look most women would die for, though she herself did not obsess about her body image. Two long head-tails trailed down the front of her body, one down her back, reaching down past her waist. Two horn-like montrals extended from the top of her head, reaching maybe half a foot into the air. White paint swirled over her forehead in decorative patterns, giving her a pleasant face to look upon.

But now was not the time to be charming or pleasant. That wouldn't affect the stormtroopers.

Her lightsabers would.

The two blue blades collided in the air, staying in their positions for a fraction of a second before either party moved into further action. Ezra slid his lightsaber, custom built just for him by him, down the blade of his opponents, simultaneously moving his body out of the danger zone that doing such blade-work caused.

The man in return applied downwards force on the bottom end of his lightsaber, effectively keeping Ezra's weapon at bay. With a single flick of his wrist, Ezra disengaged the contact between the two blades, leaping a few feet away in order to have a run-up at his opponent. In the gloom, the lightsabers only illuminated part of their faces, making them glow eerily in the darkness.

With a lunge, the man closed the distance between the two in a single second. Ezra only barely got his lightsaber up in time, though when he did he immediately pulled his weapon away and made his own attack at the man, swinging at his head. The stroke was blocked, but something in the man's posture told Ezra he was now warier than before. As well he should be.

The two began to exchange blows, the brightness of the lightsabers leaving pulsing echoes behind their eyes in the gloom. If Ezra had been annoyed at how slow his eyes had been adjusting before, now he would have been furious if not for the intensity for which he fought. That, and anger had no place in a battle that required one to be closely attuned to the Force, something thrown off balance whenever the emotions of the Dark were thrown into the mix.

But the swinging bars of light made looking at anything else in the gloom impossible. If the man decided to once again hide in the shadows, Ezra wouldn't be able to see blurred shapes in the dark anymore than breath underwater. Well, he had his rebreather for that, but vision in the otherwise impenetrable gloom was futile.

The man swung at Ezra's head, making the teen duck hurriedly. In response, he swung his own lightsaber at the man's feet, causing him to jump up into the air. Ezra also jumped, but backwards, not following his opponent straight into the air. It wasn't smart to swallow the bait the man set out for him, especially since he was physically stronger than Ezra was. No, best to retreat and use his small size to his advantage when he could.

The man fell back down to the ground, landing in a crouched position. For a single moment, the two duelers looked at one another, studying and observing. Their lightsabers were held loosely to the side, each mirroring the other.

Then they both ran at one another once again, blades swinging at and bouncing off of one another.

The troopers bounded out of the tree line at high speed, much as the Togruta had done seconds ago, and immediately started firing bolt after bolt of stunning energy towards her. None of them made hit their mark. They were in the right area, no doubting that, but before any one shot could touch her skin, her green lightsaber deflected the blast to the side or back towards the soldier who'd shot it.

Not many were falling, as their armor absorbed most of the shots sent back to them, but a few lucky deflections were sent into the small gaps between armor pieces. The stormtroopers under the armor this happened to fell to the ground, twitching.

But they weren't falling quickly enough. There were too many of them. Because they were smart enough to only use the lowest stun setting on their blasters, the Togruta couldn't down them at the rate that they were quickly surrounding her.

When one such shot flew right past one of her montrals, she reached down to the right side of her belt with her left hand- who's shoulder was still numb from the shot it had taken several minutes ago -and pulled off another lightsaber. Once it was ignited, the second green blade added to the force at which she deflected, and she no longer had to move around as much to avoid the blasts coming straight at her. Both lightsabers were held upside down, allowing the Togruta to move them further across her chest than normal handling would have.

Even with the added power of a second lightsaber, however, there was still an overload in shots to deflect. She hadn't had this much of a challenge in years. But then, even more worries were dished out onto her already over-flowing plate. Even more storm-troopers came crashing through the trees.

They must have sent out a message to the base while they were chasing me... why didn't I think of that earlier?! Now this cliff is just a blockage from escaping!

But there was no way around it. She was trapped at the edge of the cliff, with more enemies heading towards her position by the second. She supposed she could jump out over the edge and pray to the Force that she lived... but the height was too deep for that to be an option. What had originally been a useful tool to prevent the stormtroopers from overpowering her was now quickly turning out to be the biggest disadvantage in this fight.

Ezra knew he had the advantage.

Not only did he know this terrain better than anyone else, but he was also small enough to access it and use it to its' fullest potential. When he had been driven into a 'corner' by his opponent, Ezra had ducked down and slid beneath the desk he'd been pinned against, successfully taking him out of range of the man.

When he had emerged on the other side, Ezra had quickly flipped his lightsaber straight up, the leading edge of the hilt-guard facing towards his opponent's lightsaber. With less than a second's worth of aiming, he had squeezed the built-in trigger three times, sending out three blue bolts of energy. Two were intended to distract the man, which succeeded, but the other one had a special path laid out for it.

Just as Ezra had intended, the bolt hit a loose pipe in the ceiling, directly above his target. Even in the dark, Ezra knew this room like the back of his own hand. It was almost physically impossible for him to forget the layout of this place. The odd pipe that had caused him trouble in his growing years had always hung down just so, and he had always had to maneuver his head around it.

Now, it fell down on the top of his opponent's head with a crash that echoed out explosively through the room. Hoping it had served it's purpose and caused some amount of damage, Ezra leapt over the table he had slid under, bringing the blade part of his lightsaber about face once more.

But apparently it hadn't done as much damage as he hoped. Before he could bring his lightsaber down to deliver a finishing blow, the man swung his own up and blocked, engaging in a lightsaber block. The two simply stood there, each pressing on their blade with as much strength as they could muster.

This was definitely not good.

The stormtroopers were crowded all around, unable to approach because of her constant deflections, but still able to fire dozens of blasts at her. What was worse, a few were beginning to take cover in the tree line, making it harder and harder to actually take down the soldiers.

She was out of breath again, too. Well, not again- she hadn't had the chance to get it back since her hurried flight. All in all, she hadn't been in this bad of a situation since... well, better times. It might be odd to think that in better times she had been in more danger, but it was true. She'd gladly be taking on droids instead of troopers. At least droids were stupid.

A blazing, numbing pain hit her right shin, and the leg attached to it fell down to the ground, knee thudding painfully on the muddy ground. She was still fighting, no doubt about it, but the lucky shot had reduced her mobility by half.

The stormtroopers, emboldened by their success, began to take steps out of the tree line, still firing their blasters as fast as they could. The Togruta's arms felt like lead, and she had lost feeling in her lower right leg, courtesy of the stunning shot they had actually hit her with. Her left shoulder wasn't doing to well either; it was by far harder to move around and manipulate than her right.

Although that problem was quickly solved for her when another shot found its' mark, blasting one of her lightsabers out of her hand and several meters away. Now her defenses were cut down in half, and the troopers were only gaining in numbers around her.

Her breath came out in wheezing gasps, chest heaving in and out as hard as it ever had. Her arms still shot out at speeds no ordinary being could hope to achieve, deflecting the shots that came her way... but they were tiring.

She couldn't run. Even if she managed to escape the current bombardment of stormtroopers, they knew her position. They had probably already sent out for even more reinforcements, to catch the rouge they had pursuing for a year.

For the first time in her life, the Togruta couldn't see a way out of her situation.

Ezra might be a good sword-fighter, but that didn't change the fact he was a teenager. The man before him had almost twice the strength he did, and it was obvious. It was all Ezra could do to keep the locked lightsabers from bearing down on him.

Still, though. Ezra had the advantage of mobility and flexibility.

With fluid movement, Ezra kicked off the ground. Not upwards- in fact, he didn't kick to move himself to a different fighting position. If anything, he was goingdown because of his leg movement. Because the two legs he had flung up were heading straight towards the man's chest, as the rest of Ezra's body was pulled out from under him in response to his actions. The lightsabers were flung down in response to the sudden lack of pressure from Ezra's side, but he was moving so fast they never hit him.

His legs connected with his opponent before his body did with the floor, resulting in that the man was thrown backwards, lightsaber lock ending abruptly.

Except there was a big difference in their situations. The man hadn't been prepared for the sudden alteration in position. Ezra had.

With quick reflexes and agility, Ezra stuck his left hand out behind him; and instead of bodily landing on the floor, he sprang back up to his feet, having been propelled back skyward by the single limb. His opponent, however was still in the air. Knowing he had the momentary advantage, Ezra sprang.

There wasn't even a remote chance she would get out of this.

The Togruta had probably known that since she had reached the cliff, and her stubbornness just hadn't allowed her to see it until now. But there was absolutely no way she could escape.

The stormtroopers were steadily advancing, her harried attempts to deflect their bullets not taking a single one of them down. And they knew it. Soon they would be close enough for physical combat, in which the Togruta was in absolutely no shape to carry out with her numb leg and stupefied arm. The only reason why she was still fighting was that it had been ingrained in her never to stop.

But her stopping point was rapidly approaching, whether she accepted it or not.

Another shot reached past her defenses, this time striking the left side of her waist. Since the stunning shot was much closer to her core, it did far more damage than when one struck her extremities. Her vision blurred, and breathing became five times more difficult. Crouched as she was, it made no difference to her stature- other than to bow down even more, from pain- but now her right arm, the only one still holding a lightsaber, was slowing.

Another shot hit her left thigh. Another to one of the montrals of her head. The Togruta could barely see now, the Force being the only thing still guiding her arm to deflect the oncoming shots. But though she was warned by the Force moments before the shots actually were fired, her body wasn't in good enough condition to act on those impulses.

Within a mere ten seconds, her second lightsaber was shot out of her hand, and she was left kneeling on the ground, panting. There was a single second of silence, before three stun shots slammed into the Togruta's chest, instantly knocking the breath out of her.

She slammed backwards onto the ground, the fight over.

Ezra's kick had been the victory move.

Because he had been unprepared, the man had been sent flying, without anything to find purchase on in the tall room.

Because Ezra had been prepared, he was able to leap at his opponent's landing spot, landing on his feet before the man had even finished hitting the ground. With a burst of the Force, Ezra called his opponent's lightsaber out of his hand and into his, activating the second blade.

With the loss of his weapon, the man could defend himself in no way, shape or form against the duel-wielding teen. But that didn't stop the young Padawan.

With the speed and accuracy that'd been accumulated through his two years of training, Ezra swung both of the blue blades in his hands to slice at the exposed neck of Kanan Jarrus.

The Togruta had been downed.

The stormtroopers lowered their weapons when it was confirmed that their target had been immobilized, unconscious from the multiple stun blasts she had received. The commanding officer of the charge, only recognized through the black shoulder-piece attached to his armor, activated his comm.

"The target has been apprehended, sir."

"Is your company in need of transport?"

"Yes, sir. The Togruta managed to avoid us for long enough that our position has changed from A-0 to B-39. Requesting transport ship for relocation."

"It will arrive within three minutes."

"Sir. Officer out." The stormtrooper lowered his communication device, instead watching his men place restraints on the Togruta. She had been quite the illusive one, managing to avoid their constant searches for her for nearly a year.

While lesser men would have thought the female attractive, the stormtroopers merely took her appearance in stride. It was not their job to stand about slack-jawed like so many of the brigands they apprehended, nor to gawk about at faces. They had been ordered to take down the Togruta, and that had been what they had done.

Now, it was all up to his commanders as to what was to be done with the illusive Ahsoka Tano.

"Alright, alright, you win. Did you really have to go for the neck?"

"Sorry Master, but I needed a definite win. Last time you said that the gut-stab didn't count, and I had to have at least one won fight under my belt."

"Still, couldn't you have just gone for the chest? You know it stings."

"Hey, I've been on the receiving end of that blade for the better part of a year now. Just think of this as a little pay-back." Kanan rubbed his neck, still looking at his Padawan with a mixture of annoyance and pride when Ezra flipped on the lights, exposing the cluttered living space that inhabited the communications tower he had grown up in.

The two had been dueling with lightsabers for nearly six months. Of course, the lightsabers' power levels had been toned down to practice-mode, where the blade produced no more than an uncomfortable sting to whoever was on the receiving end of the blade. Their battles had always taken place in a setting away from theGhost, Hera not trusting the two anywhere near her precious ship, even if their lightsabers weren't fully powered up.

Ezra himself was proud. He had never actually won a fight against him Master yet, though he had been close. Just the previous session, Ezra had landed a stab at Kanan's gut. Thinking the battle to be over, he had withdrawn his blade, only to be pronounced dead when the Jedi had swatted his head. But this: no one could say otherwise. Ezra had beaten Kanan. There was no way he could've survived the strokes to the neck his apprentice had delivered, if the lightsabers had been at their usual power level.

This was the first win for Ezra.

Six months of devoting his entire Jedi studies to lightsaber combat had proven worth it. And, of course, the five months spent before that where he and Kanan had actually gotten the crystal for the lightsaber, built it, and tested how well Ezra fit with it had also contributed to his skill with the blade.

Ezra knew Kanan was impressed with him as well. Though the man tried to keep it down, to prevent Ezra's ego from flaring up, Ezra could tell Kanan was proud in his apprentice. In him.

It had been almost a year since Ezra's rescue from the Inquisitor. Since then, he had built his lightsaber and trained with it, of course, but he had also grown. Nothing much, just an inch or two. But it was enough to make Zeb chuckle with how the 'little squirp' was growing into a 'moderately- bigger little squirp.' After all, he was still a few inches shorter than the average sixteen year old would have been, making him still a 'squirp' in the Lasat's eyes. He was now just under Kanan's chin, and it had allowed Ezra a slightly easier time sparring than he would have had at his previous size.

Of course, ventilation shafts were still his friends. He had grown taller, not broader, something the teen was moderately surprised and content with. After all, that meant the crew still had access to the inner and upper workings of any Imperial base, compound, or ship that they needed.

Not only that, but Ezra was more... well, aware than he had been in the past. The frequent training sessions with Kanan had forced him to sharpen his wits, duh, but that wasn't the only factor. Ezra had been a prisoner of the Empire. Since his rescue from that... occupation... the teen had been more cautious than before, which gave way to a more rounded out way of thinking. That had only led to improved combat, which Ezra was perfectly fine with.

"Well, I still think the terrain had a big factor in that."

"What, the tower?"

"Yup. You know this place better than anyone."

"Oh no, I am not letting you blame your defeat on the place where it occurred. I won fair and square."

"Sure, sure... just make sure you turn your lightsaber back to it's normal levels. We wouldn't want you to head into stormtroopers with it still in practice mode, do you?"

"You're never going to let me live that down, are you?"

"Nope. It's my job not to."

Ezra shook his head, cheeks lighting up in embarrassment over Kanan's mention of the one time his lightsaber had failed him in battle. Well, it hadn't failed him... Ezra had forgotten to raise the power levels back to normal, and the result had been something the crew had laughed about for days afterwards once they'd all gotten away. There he had been, standing proud and confident, lightsaber drawn and blazing in the night. Of course, when the stormtroopers started firing at him, he'd realized in practice mode, the blade was just as useful as a tree-branch against the energy bolts the troopers had shot at him.

When they had all made it out alive, he had been the joke of the crew for at least a week, though Kanan had personally never let him live it down.

"At least you didn't forget again after that."

"Well, how could I? That'd mean bringing down another week of humiliation on my shoulders, and I can't do that!"

Kanan shook his head, smiling, then gestured at Ezra. "That was a nice kick, there. What inspired it?" Ezra shrugged.

"Nothing much. It just kinda happened. Worked out though, didn't it?" Ezra grinned sheepishly, but Kanan just shook his head, smiling.

"Well, I already said you won, didn't I? Now come on, let's get back to the Ghost. Hera said she wanted us back before too long, something about a mission for Axle."

"Ugh."Ezra pulled a face. He might have matured somewhat during the past year, but underneath that he was still the same street-rat the crew had picked up on Lothal, showing no hesitation whatsoever to express his feelings. Especially towards the slimy git that had replaced Fulcrum as their mission-giver.

"Hey, until Fulcrum decides they've had enough of him, Axle's our main go-to guy for missions."

"I know that Kanan, it's just... I really don't like him."

"Your feelings are shared by the rest of the crew, I assure you. Just try not to let it show. It makes the meetings even more intolerable."

"Yeah yeah. Let's just go get it over with." Kanan smiled, and accepted his lightsaber when Ezra offered it to him. Together, they left the tower, Ezra once again flipping the lights out. Momentarily stunned by the bright lights outside, the two looked at the capital city of Lothal for a few seconds, the buildings just an urban sprawl within.

They headed back towards the Ghost, landed just a standard kilometer away where Hera had left it. Only when they were enclosed in the ship did Ezra allow himself to relax fully, letting the tension from the spar drain out of him.

He may have grown up in the tower, but the Ghost was still his home.