"Mom, where's Freedom?" Amber asked as she walked into the kitchen with a yawn.

"I thought he was in bed?" She looked up from cooking breakfast, confused.

"I checked his room, he's not there." She grabbed a cup of apple juice and sat down, looking at the waffles on the oven eagerly.

"Hang on." Sabine said, rushing out of the kitchen. "Freedom?" She yelled as she ran through the house. "Freedom?"

"What's all the yelling about?" Tel yawned and peeked his head out of his bedroom, throwing on a robe and coming out to grab some blue milk.

"I can't find, Freedom." Sabine said, worry filling her eyes.

"Now that you mention it, where's Mouse?" Tel said, equally just as worried now.

"Even more importantly, where's the Phantom 2?" Amber asked, looking out of window to the blank space of land the Phantom 2 once took up.

"Sith." Sabine cursed. "I'm going to kill Mouse."

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The silence in the speeder lasted all of two seconds as Mouse sky rocketed questions at the two others in the speeder.

"First off, what's going on and I mean the whole story, not the small chit chat you say to keep me in check? Second, why are you even here? Thirdly, do you have any cheese? And finally, how did I end up flying to this planet out of the thousands of star systems?" Mouse started to ask and was cut off by Eights.

"Shhhh!" Eights shushed him.

"But-"

"Shhhhhh."

"Come on-"

"Shhhhhh."

"Eights-"

"Shush."

"My friend-"

"No."

"I have cheese-"

"Mouse!"

"Loth cat-"

"Ugh!"

"Blueberries-"

"What's that even supposed to mean?"

Freedom tuned their argument out and glanced at his Dad's hair that was being rustled by the wind of the speeder.

Freedom tried to figure out exactly what he was feeling at the moment, he felt empty, sad and more than all of those things he was scared, more than that he was terrified into what he had somehow got himself into. He pulled his knees closer to his chest and wrapped the blanket even tighter around his small body.

He felt cold.

Not just the physical type cold, he felt that too, but the type of cold that creeps deep into your soul and routs itself there. Refusing to go without one heck of a fight.

He tried to read his father's mind, but his powers never worked like that. He only ever seemed to pick up thoughts that were caused by extreme amounts of emotion.

He hadn't been able to pick up any thoughts from his dad so far so he came to the conclusion that Ezra- Tekara didn't care about seeing him again.

Freedom closed his eyes and imagined his body soaring over the speeder, seeing the cold landscape as something else, beautiful even. Something to get his mind off the cold, but he couldn't seem to see it as beautiful this time, all it was was cold, cold and white covering a hopeless landscape.

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"Where do you think tall, dark, and emo went off to?" Mona asked Sebrin as he deactivated his lightsaber.

"I have an idea, but I'm not telling you." She sassed, keeping herself in attack position.

"Sebrin!" He tried to discipline.

"Mona." She sassed back at him, then ran for an attack a beat later, catching him off guard. She held her saber to his neck with a grin. "And that's your head."

Mona frowned as she put the lightsaber down.

Sebrin mentally cursed herself for quoting Kanan.

"Ready position." She said, shaking it off, as she got into position.

"Fine, chill." Mona ignited his lightsaber again and got into ready position.

"Block low." She ordered as she attacked low.

"I know how to fight." He complained and blocked her attack.

"You are reckless, undisciplined." She commented.

"I thought that's what I signed up for when I became a Sith." He complained and attacked her high. "Well I actually didn't sign up for being a Sith, but that's a whole other story."

She blocked. "Both sides of the force have to have discipline or orders won't be followed, your side will fall apart." She quickly attacked him from the side.

"My side? We're on the same side." Mona protested and continued trying to block every attack Sebrin made at him.

"Fine our side." She rolled her eyes. "If words matter so much to you."

He huffed and that gave her enough time to strike the saber out of his hand.

"And that's your head." She said again and held the saber to his neck.

"You already said that." He angrily got up off the ground.

"You already said that." She mocked with a smirk. "Let's get back to it."

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The speeder came to a halt inside the artificial hanger, the bright lights against the cold metal walls tried to create the illusion that life was blooming inside, when really all the base was was abandoned for the most part. The only people on the base were locked up minding their own business, scared to protest or loyal to the cause.

Eights hopped out of the speeder and threw their coats back into the trunk.

"This screams Imperial." Mouse commented and got out after him, observing the base.

"That's because it kind of is." Eights rolled his eyes. "Come on, we don't have time to talk."

"You're attaching weird, Eights. More stressed than normal." Mouse frowned, observing more. "And me and Freedom have somewhere else to be so if you provide us-"

"Mouse, you're with me." Eights cut him off, grabbing his arm. "I would keep quiet if you want to live." He whispered and Mouse suppressed a squeak.

"I'm not leaving Freedom alone with Tekara." Mouse protested and shook his arm to get free of Eights's grip. "You know I don't trust him."

Freedom felt happiness fill his chest, for the first time since he got there. Mouse wanted to protect him, he wanted to keep him safe.

"Mouse, come on." Eights grimaced and squeezed Mouse's arm harder.

"No." Mouse stood in place. "I told you I don't trust him."

Tekara shot a glare at Eights, he wanted them out so he could talk to his son. Alone.

"Mouse, you don't understand." Eights said a bit softer this time.

"I'm not a baby, Eights. I've seen plenty of war." Mouse finally got free of Eights's grip.

"Mouse, Roe's here." Eights spat out, not knowing another way of getting him out of the hanger without either him dying or getting forced unconscious.

His eyes widened. "Roe's.... h-here." He stuttered.

"So just come with me." Eights grabbed Mouse's arm again and this time Mouse let Eights drag him out of the hanger.

Eights led the way out of the hanger with Mouse planning to debrief him on what was going on, since Mouse probably had about a million more questions now since he spilled that Roe was here.

Freedom watched with sad eyes as Mouse disappeared though the door, leaving him alone with his father.

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Time's running out, Ezra.

Better hurry up.