Ezra's P.O.V.

Just a bit further...

The sound of footsteps could be heard far off the corridor.

The info drive was almost done downloading.

They're almost here.

A bit more..

"Hey! What are you doing?! This area is off limits, slave!"

Got it.

They were here.

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The bucket head shoved me in the cell, the doors auto locking behind.

My wounds were screaming in pain, but still I chuckled, staring at the wall while fiddling with the info drive in my right pocket that has unknown info stored onto it. I knew whatever info was on the thing was valuable, so I had 'borrowed' it from the empire, for y'know, business but when they caught me off limits without a guard that caused twenty hits with the electro whip and ten with the probe.

A moment later, the doors open again and a Twi'lek lady is thrown at me, making me jump to the side.

"Don't have to much fun in here, you two." The bucket head says sickly, leaving again.

The Twi'lek stands up with grace, and glares at me, before gasping in horror, at my face no doubt.

"They didn't even give you salve?!" She exclaims, looking furious.

I smile, wincing when the cut on my lip burns in response.

"Nope. I don't need it. I'm leaving." I say cockily, crossing my arms.

The Twi'lek raises her eyebrows at this, looking a mixture of surprised and confused.

"Are you now?" She asks?

I nod, uncrossing my arms.

"Yeah, and before that you're going to tell me what you're doing here."

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Hera's P.O.V.

I can't deny it, this kid has guts.

Here he is, all beaten up, yet he's demanding me, Hera Syndulla, around.

I like him.

I look around the cell, spotting a bench and sitting on it. The kid does the same, and I launch into the simplified story on how I got here.

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Third Person

"Well, Kid-" Hera said, sighing.

"Ezra" The boy interrupted, making Hera's eyebrow twitch.

"What?"

"My name."

"Oh." She said, before clearing her throat.

"Well, Ezra, you see-"

"What's your name?"

"Are you gonna keep interrupting me or-" The Twi'lek's accent was starting to seep in, showing she was growing aggravated.

"Right, sorry."

"My name is Hera. Now that we have gotten that out of the way-"

"I like your name"

"OH MY-"

"SHH, Hera, story time." Ezra put his index finger up to his smirking lips.

Hera massaged her temples, taking a deep breath. She already knew this kid was going to drive her nuts.

"LIKE, I was saying.."

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The same time Ezra was getting info earlier

"Spector 1? Can you read me, Spector 1? It's a trap!" Hera shouted into the coms, panicking for the crews life. Hera, Kanan, and Chop had docked on the Imperial ship to gain intel for some Jedi temple that Kanan asked for info for (He wanted to go alone-She refused to let him), and then leave. Instead they were set up.

Chopper buzzed, "Hera, coms being intercepted."

Hera gave a yell of frustration, before hearing the Phantoms hatch being opened.

Bucket heads began pouring into the docked ship as Chopper hid and Hera hoped someone, somehow would get them out of this mess.