A/N: Surprised? Well, patreon is not going on currently anyways, so I had extra chapters and I thought why not treat you guys.
Enjoy the thriller suspense in upcoming chapters, and how much Ezra descends into darkness.
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"Blue-skinned Twi'lek girl. Ca in earlier today, morning maybe," my voice rasped through the modulator. Always harsher than I wanted, like chewing gravel. I leaned on the counter, hand tight under my coat on the gauss pistol. "You see her?"
The café slled like burnt caf and fried dough. Crumbs everywhere, a couple of tired custors hunched over their mugs. No sign of Vasha. My only lead slipping through my fingers.
The guy behind the register squinted at . Middle-aged, grease-stained apron, posture that said he'd worked too many shifts. He gave a look like I was trying to sell him junk parts.
"Uh… yeah, maybe," he said, wiping his hands on a rag. "We get a lot of people through here, you know? Faces blur after a while."
"She would've stood out," I said too quick, sharper than I ant. I tried to pull it back. "Blue skin, lekku wraps, toolbelt. Hard to miss."
He frowned, thinking. "Twi'leks ain't that rare around here. You sure you got the right place?"
"Yeah, I'm sure," I shot back. Too fast again. I forced a calr tone. "She's not just so spacer. She… she's important."
That gave him pause. He scratched his jaw, eyes flicking toward the door like the mory might be hiding outside. "Okay, yeah. Maybe I do rember soone like that. Sat in the back booth, ordered caf. Talked to so guy. Human. Can't say I paid much attention."
I leaned in a little. "You rember anything about him? What they said?"
He shrugged. "Brown jacket. Average build. Looked local enough. Conversation was low. Could've been business, could've been catching up, I don't know."
"But you noticed them," I pressed. "Why?"
He tilted his head, studying now. "I notice a lot of people when they sit in the back for longer than ten minutes. Part of running a place. Doesn't an I keep tabs on their whole life. Why's this girl so important to you?"
"She's a friend," I said quickly, pulse picking up. "Haven't been able to reach her. I thought maybe you saw where she went."
His eyes narrowed, arms folding across his chest. "Friend, huh? You from around here, pal? Don't sound like it."
"Yeah, sorta," I muttered. Flat, unconvincing. He wasn't buying.
"Look, I don't know what this is, but I don't get mixed up in other people's ss. You want to find her, try the docks. Not my job."
"It's sensitive," I cut in, leaning closer. "Maybe we could talk sowhere quieter?"
That only made him lean back, suspicious now. "Quieter? Why? So you can shake down for sothing? Not happening."
I clenched my teeth. "No. Just—please. I don't want to make a scene."
"Buddy, you already are," he said flatly. "If you're here stirring trouble, I'll have you out the door before you can blink."
No choice. I reached for the Force. It ca rushing in, wild and shaky, but enough. I pushed at him, softening the suspicion, nudging it toward pity. Just listen. Just help .
His shoulders eased. The scowl faded into sothing more tired than angry. "Alright, fine. But quick." He called a waitress to cover the counter and motioned down the hall.
The office was small, cluttered with datapads and empty cups. A buzzing chrono sat crooked on a shelf. As soon as the door shut, I yanked off the helt. ssy hair, wide eyes. Just a kid. Play it straight.
His eyes went wide. "You're a kid? What the—hell's going on here?"
"She's my guardian," I blurted, words spilling fast. "She left for a deal this morning and didn't co back. I thought maybe she stopped here, and you said you saw her—" My voice cracked. "Please. I just need to know she's okay."
He rubbed his face, groaning under his breath. "Damn it. You shouldn't even be running around alone. Where's your family? You can't just wander into cafés grilling people."
"I don't have anyone else," I shot back, desperation edging my voice. "It's just her and . If sothing happened—" I swallowed, forcing the words down. "Please."
He sighed, guilt pulling at him. "Alright, alright. She was here. Mid-morning. Caf and a at wrap. Talked with so guy in a brown jacket. Average-looking. Tech talk, sothing about a ship or parts. They left together. Out the front door. That's all I got."
I gripped the desk, pushing harder. "You're sure? Nothing else? Did she look worried? Did he?"
He shook his head. "Kid, I'm not a spy. They looked fine. Like business. That's all I can tell you."
"Please. Anything." I let my voice break, smaller this ti. "We've had people after us. Gangs. That's why I hid my face. If they took her—" I let it trail off.
He winced, rubbing the back of his neck. "Alright, enough. You're scaring yourself worse. Hang on." He cracked the door, calling out. "Mina! Need you for a sec."
The door banged open. A young woman with dark hair in a ssy bun leaned in, rag in hand.
"Boss, if you're dodging the lunch rush again, I swear—oh." Her eyes landed on , then the oversized coat and helt. A grin spread across her face. "Whoa. Who's the little guy? This so kind of holo-drama shoot?"
Kozlo let out a long, tired sigh. "Mina, for kriff's sake. Just get in here."
She didn't need more than that. She zipped across the tiny office, sneakers squeaking against the scuffed floor panels. My instincts scread to step back, but there wasn't space to move. She leaned down way too close, studying like I was so exhibit.
"Okay, so what's the story?" she asked, eyes flicking over like a scanner, though her words were aid at Kozlo. "Did you catch a mini bounty hunter sneaking around? Or is he, like, off-world royalty in hiding? He's got that tragic-orphan-core going on. Big eyes, ssy hair, oversized coat—oh, stars, it's killing ."
Before I could react, her hand shot out and pinched my cheek. "Look at this. Soft cheeks, pouty frown, lashes that should be illegal. Is that eyeliner? Please tell that's genetic, because if you're wearing makeup under that helt, I'm gonna scream."
I froze, let it happen. Better to look helpless than blow the cover. My brain was already fried.
"I'm ten," I muttered, voice cracking a little higher. "And I can't help my face."
"Tragic," she said with a solemn nod, before imdiately brightening again. Her eyes flicked to the helt on the desk. "So, what's with the outfit? Are you in so underground Jawa opera? Oh! No, wait—one of those gritty drama holos where kids stumble into an ancient weapon and overthrow the evil ga-corp? You'd nail the casting."
"Not a drama, Mina," Kozlo cut in, his voice flat as a durasteel plate. "Focus. You were on table nine this morning. The Twi'lek."
Mina blinked, then snapped her fingers like she'd just rembered dessert in the oven. "Right! The blue one. Yeah, she was sweet. Tipped, too. Unlike most of the dock rats who think 'thanks' counts as paynt." She pointed the rag at like it was an accusing finger. "So you're with her? What's the deal? Long-lost kid? Sidekick? You give off 'oops, I got sealed in a cargo crate' energy."
"She's my guardian," I said quickly, letting my panic slip through, pushing that desperate edge. "She had a eting this morning. She told to stay ho, but she hasn't co back. She's not answering her comms. She always answers. Always." My throat tightened. "Please. Anything you saw. Anything."
The Force stirred, tendrils of raw panic bleeding into the room. I didn't even push—it just slipped out. Mina's grin faltered into concern, her shoulders softening.
"Oh, stars, kid…" She flopped into the spare chair, rag still in hand, looking suddenly like she'd adopted on the spot. "That's rough. Okay, let think." She tapped the rag against her chin, words tumbling faster than my brain could keep up. "Yeah, she ca in. Mid-morning. Sat at table nine—you know, the one with the busted heater module Jarn keeps promising to fix but never does because apparently wiring is hard? Anyway. She didn't sit alone. Human guy was waiting at the door for her. Brown jacket. Bad haircut. Like, real bad. DIY bad. Probably the kind of guy who thinks a five-credit trimr and a mirror is all you need."
I tried to picture it. Uselessly bland.
"She looked tense when she walked in," Mina went on, twirling the rag now like she was conducting. "Not terrified, not running-for-her-life tense, more like—ugh, do-I-really-have-to-be-here tense. You know the look. Like she'd already regretted the eting before it started. But she sat down. Ordered caf. Black. No sweetener." Mina shuddered so dramatically she almost fell out of the chair. "Monster behavior. Honestly, I should've cut him off right there."
I blinked at her, trying to sift through the flood for anything useful, but she just kept going.
"And then—oh wait, this part's not important, but she had this little habit? She kept tugging at her lekku wraps, like adjusting them every thirty seconds. Nervous tic, maybe? I notice these things. I notice everything. I should've been a detective. I'd crush it as a detective. Anyway, the guy leaned in all secretive, like they were talking about contraband or debts or whatever people think is subtle, but really just makes them look obvious. Couldn't hear the words, though. I was juggling three trays because table four ordered extra sauce like animals."
Mina leaned forward conspiratorially. "They talked for a while. I wasn't trying to hover, but the place was pretty dead, so I was just wiping down the empty tables nearby. He was doing all the talking, mostly. She just kept looking around, like she was scanning for exits. I thought maybe it was a bad date, or a really awkward job interview. You know that vibe, when soone is trying to explain sothing technical to a guy who has the personality of unbuttered toast? It was exactly that."
My hand, hidden under the coat, tightened on the pistol grip. "Did you hear what they said?"
"Bits and pieces," she said, tapping her chin. "He kept talking about getting so droids 'pre diagnosed.' She shot him down at first, sothing like 'that's against our policy' or 'we do our own diagnostics.' Real firm. But he kept pushing. Real smooth, real casual. Stuff like, 'my director needs a full cost map,' and 'it'll ss up our budget model if there are surprises,' all that boring corporate talk that sounds important but ans nothing."
"And she agreed?" My voice was barely a whisper.
"Yeah, eventually. She let out this big sigh, you know, the one that says 'I'm only agreeing to this so you'll shut up,' and went 'Alright, fine.' Looked super annoyed about it."
I squeezed my eyes shut for a second. Vasha. You and your professional pride. We didn't need this job. You could have just walked away. You could have sent one ssage.
Breathe. Just breathe. Focus.
"Where did they go after that?" I asked, forcing my eyes open.
"They left together," Mina said, brow furrowed as she tried to piece it together. "He paid the bill. I was wiping the next table when they got up, and I heard him ntion his warehouse. He told her it was close. I'm almost sure he said Luminara Street. Yeah. Old shipping depots. That's where they went."
Warehouse. Luminara Street.
The words slamd into like raw energy, cutting through the haze. A location. Finally, a real lead.
My chest filled with shaky relief. "Thank you. Both of you."
I snatched the helt from the desk, ready to bolt, but Kozlo moved into my path.
"Kid, hold up," he said firmly, face drawn into a worried frown. "You can't charge into so warehouse alone. This is for sector security. A patrol. Adults."
I froze, helt under my arm. My face stayed bare for them, wide-eyed and scared, voice low and trembling. "We already tried that. Last ti a gang ca after us, we reported it. Filed everything. Weeks passed. The file disappeared. The n who cornered us? I saw them laughing with a stormtrooper at a checkpoint. They'd paid him."
Kozlo's jaw tightened. He had seen it himself, no doubt. The Empire's quiet rot was an open secret here.
Mina wrinkled her nose. "Jax was saying one of the sergeants on South Street got promoted right after a bunch of contraband complaints against his squad vanished. Whole thing stank."
"Exactly." My voice carried a steady urgency. "If they're mixed in with this, if I draw attention, she's lost. Please. Don't ntion this to anyone. I just need to watch from the outside. Just need to know she's there."
Silence pressed on the room. Kozlo's concern lingered. Mina's sympathy wavered between her babbling instincts and a deeper unease.
I reached inward, the Force answering fast and sharp. Their emotions lit up around like threads. Concern, worry, hesitation. I pushed past the surface, deeper than I ever had before, past the fleeting waves of pity and suspicion into the foundation beneath. My perception spread through them, unraveling the weave of who they were in the Force, and I set my will into it.
Caution. A permanent wariness that would flare whenever the Empire was near. Distrust, seeded into the marrow of their instincts. And for , pity that lingered, sympathy that would not fade tomorrow with a shift in mood. I shaped it carefully, firm but not jagged, pressing until it held fast in them.
Everyone should be cautious of the Empire. Everyone should see the truth. That's all this was. Just making sure they stayed safe, and that they let keep moving.
I felt it settle. Kozlo's shoulders stiffened, his eyes narrowing at ghosts of old mories. Mina bit her lip, frown tugging at her face, her earlier curiosity now dimd into a quiet protectiveness.
It would last.
I slid the helt over my head. The seals locked with a hiss, the visor tinting the world back into the armor of shadows.
"Thanks again," the modulator rasped, cold and even, stripped of the boy they had just seen.
I turned and slipped out the back door before they could speak.
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