Hello everyone, this is the first fanfiction I've written where I'm trying to make it as close to the original source material as possible. I am going to try my best to make this believable, and hearing what you guys have to say will be very helpful for me. Since I'm new to this I'm not sure how well this will play out, but I hope you guys will stick with me and enjoy it! Thank you!

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The Inquisitor was well aware that his failures could only be overlooked for so long. Already, this Jedi and Padawan were causing a disturbance that made the Empire look bad. But it was mostly himself that would hold this blame. This was the second known time where the two escaped when they were right in his grasp, when he had them outnumbered, when the odds should have been in his favor. However, if there was anything that would continue to drive him on this path, it was the Padawan's recent actions.

The boy had a taste of the dark side, and there was always the chance he could hunger for more.

But before his efforts could continue, he was notified of a call. His master wanted a development on his progress, and he knew he could not stretch the truth around this one. The Inquisitor made his way down the corridor of the star destroyer he currently resided within. He composed within his mind a preplanned report, with his reactions calm and carefully worded. He stopped and turned to a door, breathed in for but a moment, then the door slid open and he entered within.

The room was dark, occupied with no soul other than himself. He walked to the center, then proceeded to genuflect as a giant holoprojector was switched on. The head, the helmet, appeared within and only the sheer notion that his master's ears and eyes were upon him filled him with the perfect combination of admiration and fear.

"What is thy bidding, my master?" he had the feeling he already knew exactly what would come next.

"What is the status of your mission?"

The Pau'an had been on this mission for quite a few years, being asked for a status report like such only happened whenever his master already received poor words of his mission. He did not know who, but his master had some sort of immediate informant to him. He couldn't search for this informant even if he wanted to, because his master would know his intent before he laid his hands on them. So instead he was stuck with poor progress given without explanation.

"My mission... has had a recent turn of unexpected obstacles. A Jedi, and a Padawan. I-"

"You do not need to continue, I already know of your failures."

The Pau'an's mouth opened as if to respond, but he was cut-off before he had the chance by the deep voice of his master, "This task should not be as difficult as you make it seem." the sentence was paused by his breathing before he spoke slowly, "As a result, I am sending you one of the converted apprentices."

The Inquisitor's eyes widened and in a rare spur of broken manners he spoke, "But master, I-"

"This is not up for debate... you have two to deal with, both seemingly cunning and powerful. We cannot allow for this to continue. The apprentice will only be there to even the odds. You deal with the jedi, and they deal with the Padawan."

The Inquisitor was not pleased, but he could not show this on his face. It would only make him seem weak, which he was not. He lowered his head and spoke, "As you wish, my master."

"They shall arrive in a timely manner. This mission with Master and Padawan is your highest priority unless otherwise notified."

"Yes my master."

The holoprojecter flashed dark, and the Pau'an finally allowed his anger to show as he hissed under his breath.

Kanan was sitting on the bed in his room, with his face in his hands. He was not crying, he was openly showing his stress to the person opposite of him. Hera stood by the wall, across from Kanan, and she waited for him to compose himself. He was the one who said they needed to talk after all.

The jedi looked up at the Twi'lek and questioned, "Tseebo was delivered safely. Did anything happen along the way?"

Hera crossed her arms and replied, "Nothing with the Empire. But Tseebo left saying his 'mind was clearing up', he told me what happened to Ezra's parents."

Kanan looked up at her with curiosity and folded his hands in front of his lips, "What did happen?"
Hera shook her head and finalized, "It's something I want to share with Ezra first. When he's ready."
"I don't know if he'll ever be."
"Huh?"

Hera walked over to Kanan and placed a hand on his shoulder as she sat next to him, "What happened out there? Both of you look awful."
"Gee thanks. I was so certain I looked handsome right now."
"Kanan."

Kanan grabbed his head, "Sorry, sorry... Ezra and I did draw the Inquisitor to us. We fought, and I lost... but Ezra came to help me out and..." Kanan's mind flashed back to waking up and seeing the anger on Ezra's face and the monster he had summoned with that anger. It distracted Kanan so much to think this way that he stopped what he was saying midway through it.

"And what?" Hera needed to know if Ezra was injured, or if Kanan was injured. Did she need to stop at a place to heal? She couldn't do anything for them if neither said what was wrong. Kanan was unmoving and distracted by something. Hera's eyes narrowed and she gave Kanan a punch to the chest. He snapped out of it and rubbed the spot saying, "what is your problem."

"What happened when Ezra came to help?"

Kanan wanted to not tell Hera anything, but the determination in her eyes made it very clear there was no way he would be getting out of this one, "Ezra opened himself to the dark side."

Hera's face lost it's hardness and quickly changed to concern while Kanan quickly reassured, "It's okay. Mostly. Ezra does not remember using that power, but I'm worried that his protectiveness is going to lead him down a path I never meant for him to go near. I... I don't know how to help him."

Kanan stood up and went to walk away, and Hera stopped him with just her voice. "Kanan. You told me the stories of the time you were a padawan and how they would teach you to control your emotions. Why don't you just teach him that?"
"Hera, Ezra is fifteen years old and has lived on his own since he was seven without anyone to protect him or aid him. He was not raised in a sheltered environment with monks to teach you lessons from day one. I don't know if Ezra will have it come as easily to him."

The Twi'lek stood up from the bed and walked over to the door and opened it up before turning around and saying, "You won't know until you teach him."
"Well, I'll try at least."
"What happened to do or do not, there is no try."

Kanan flinched at the words and Hera brought her hand up to his face and pinched his cheek and continued, "Just remember that you two are not alone. All of us are here and we are willing to help you both in whatever way we can." Hera walked out of the room on that note and the door shut behind her. The jedi stood still for a moment before he sat on his meditation chair and began to sort through his thoughts.

Ezra was feeling better. Sabine's present made him cheer up, not just because of her thoughtfulness, but because seeing his parent's faces helped lift his spirits. Even if it was just a little while, he was not remembering that they weren't with him. He wasn't remembering the bad times. He was remembering when he was younger. When his father let him play with the family's broadcasting equipment and when his mother would make delicious food for them to eat. It was just pleasant, warm, everything just seemed right.

He walked into the main room, where he saw Zeb sitting and trying to eat food. Ezra looked to see if Chopper was around to make things worse for him and only stopped looking when he heard Zeb say, "You feeling better, kid?"

"Yeah." Ezra grinned and looked around again replying, "Where is everyone?"
"Do I look like a map?"
"No but you know what you do look like?"
"What?"
"You look like a-"
"Ezra."

Kanan was walking from the direction of his room and over towards the two. Ezra turned his attention to Kanan and spoke, "Need something?"
"Hey wait a minute let him finish, I wanna hear what he has to sa-"
"I decided we're going to start training more often than I have been, just to keep up with how fast you're powers have grown."

Ezra's voice sounded like a mixture of confusion and excitement, "That's great Kanan, so am I learning how to fight with a lightsaber or-"
"Hello kid, what do I look like exactly?"
"No." Kanan placed a hand on his shoulder, "I know you may be concerned with learning how to fight because of what happened back there... but I need to teach you an essential Jedi lesson."
"But what's more important tha-"
"Kid-"

Ezra turned towards Zeb in irritation and hit the table and leaned his face up close to him, "A hairy rancor. A fuzzy, ugly, badly smelling rancor."
"Oh really kid?"
"Yeah rea-"
"Ezra."

The two looked at Kanan, who's voice sounded unbelievably irritated. Kana grabbed Ezra's arm and pulled him away from the scenario and he replied, "Emotions. A jedi needs to be able to keep his emotions calm and controlled. They cannot have their actions influenced by them."

Ezra waited for a moment before he laughed and Kanan raised an eyebrow, "Is something funny?"
"You are asking me, the kid who lived on the streets most of his life and had to make his decisions based purely on impulse... to not have actions influenced by emotions?"

Kanan grabbed both of Ezra's shoulders and spoke, "There's a reason why I need you to learn this. Allowing for anger and fear or irritation... or other emotions like that can draw you closer and closer to the dark side."

Ezra looked away and pushed Kanan's hands off of his shoulders, "Alright, I know where this is going to go. Fine. When are we starting?"
"Well, we could start now if you want."
Ezra shrugged and Kanan just decided to make that a yes and he lead him to another part of the ship.