Episode 4 (1)

                                    

                                          
After a humiliating training session, Hera walked with Ezra to the others. "Kanan?" he asked, hoping to talk more about it, but Sabine shushed him. 
                          
"You made the HoloNet," she announced, and the entire crew listened to the broadcast.
                          
A male announcer was speaking. "...the stolen TIE fighter was later used to attack a transport full of innocent workers." 
                          
Zeb, who happened to have flown that TIE, objected. "You liar! We set 'em free," he corrected, but at that moment, the broadcast was interrupted. The channel crackled with static as another speaker took over the announcement. 
                          
"Citizens, this is Senator-in-Exile Gall Trayvis. I bring more news the Empire doesn't want you to hear."
                          
"What's a Gall Trayvis?" Ezra asked, having never heard of such a person.
                          
Hera explained quickly, not wanting to miss what was being said. "The only member of the Imperial Senate with the courage to speak out publicly against the Empire."
                          
The broadcast changed from an image of Trayvis to a recording of two stormtroopers walking with a man in an orange prisoner suit. "One of the Republic's greatest peacekeepers, Jedi Master Mace Windu, is alive. He has been imprisoned unlawfully somewhere in the Stygeon system. As citizens, we demand the Emperor produce Master Windu and grant him a fair trial before the entire Sena-"
                          
Crackling again, the channel switched back to the Imperial news report, and Sabine shut off the system. No one cared about what the Imperials were saying, not now. 
                          
Kanan and Hera had both perked up at the mention of Master Windu. Hera could already tell Kanan was tempted to go after the Jedi Master, and from beside them Ezra asked, "This Windu...you knew him?"
                          
Did he know him? Of course, he knew him, or at least he knew of him. Kanan was pretty sure every Jedi that used to live at the Coruscant Jedi temple knew of him. "I met him more than once. He taught my master when she was a Padawan. He was a great Jedi Master. Brave, skilled, disciplined." After a moment's consideration, he added, "In fact, he'd make an excellent teacher for you. There've always been rumors he survived the Clone War, but they never came with a specific location before. We can't pass this up." He started talking to Hera and didn't notice Ezra's expression at the mention of the apprentice transfer. 
                          
"Was hoping you'd say that," Hera agreed, smiling. "I'll set course for the Stygeon system."
                          
"The rest of you, prep for an op," he instructed. Everyone moved to get ready, everyone except for Chopper and Ezra.
                          
Once the others were gone, Chopper laughed at the teenage kid. "You hear that?" he asked, rather rhetorically. "He's done with me. He's gonna pawn me off on some stranger."
                          
Chopper found it much more amusing than he did. He rolled off still cackling, but Ezra just stood there, his face falling. Maybe he should have guessed it. Kanan was probably regretting asking him to come on board and Ezra didn't blame him. After the disaster he had been during training, he'd regret it too.
                          
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Kanan ran up behind Sabine, who was at a nearby computer locating their target. "Where's Master Windu?" he asked, hardly able to believe they were this close to finding him. They were literally in the building with another Jedi, and a Jedi Master at that. They were so close. 
                          
"Detention block CC-01, isolation cell 69," she reported, conferring with the Imperial network.
                          
"They have isolation cells on the lower levels?" he confirmed, double-checking with the computer, but it was true. "We planned off outdated schematics," he realized, slamming the console with his fist. That was the risk they ran with these types of missions, but today was the worst day to have this problem.