Whumpay 2021: Day 18 - Left Behind / "Take me instead."
read on ao3 727 words star wars, rebels, grand admiral thrawn, kanan jarrus, ezra bridger, whump, angst, canon-typical violence
“No! No, please! Take me instead!” Kanan shouted, throwing himself at Thrawn’s feet. “Please, I’m the master. There’s no need to take my apprentice.
Kanan dared to look up at Thrawn, and he was met with an almost careless expression. One hand was behind his back, and the other gripped Ezra’s upper arm. Stormtroopers had their blasters aimed at both Kanan and Ezra to make sure they didn’t try anything.
“You’re not worth my time. I find Ezra Bridger much more fascinating.”
“Kanan, please, just let me go,” Ezra pleaded. “I’ll be okay.”
“No, I won’t. Ezra—”
Kanan was kicked by Thrawn, and damn, did he really know how to kick hard. He must’ve been hiding a ton of muscle under that crisp Imperial uniform. As he’d kicked him, he’d handed Ezra off to a bunch of stormtroopers, and had nodded his head back towards his ship; a clear signal to take him aboard.
Eyes watering, chest aching, Kanan still tried to get up and go after Ezra.
Thrawn grabbed him and threw him down on the metal platform, and then put one foot on his chest.
“I don’t need you,” Thrawn said. “I have a plan, and you have another part to play in it.”
Kanan pushed out with the Force, and it sent the stormtroopers and Thrawn toppling backwards. He called his lightsaber to his hand from where it was on the belt of an errant stormtrooper.
Thrawn caught it midway.
“Interesting weapon,” he mused as he got up and brushed himself off. He held it up to Kanan’s neck. One press of the ignition, and he’d be stabbed straight through, and all the way out the back of his head. “Sometimes I wonder why the Empire hasn’t used this technology. But, I suppose there are certain people above me who would like to feel… special. But I feel nothing holding this. Just power I know I already have. And what do you feel, Kanan Jarrus?”
Kanan was trembling now, and he couldn’t help but look down at the hilt pressed against his throat, even as Ezra, his Padawan, got taken away from him.
“Do you feel helpless? Afraid? Angry?”
“Stop this,” Kanan said. “Please. Ezra’s a kid. I’ll—I’ll be much more useful to you. I… I know things. And I know more about the Force. You can…” He swallowed roughly, not sure how he’d be able to go on. His eyes flicked to Ezra’s disappearing form being shoved aboard the ship. “You can use me.”
“Use you against the Rebellion?”
“Yes. I’ll do whatever you want. Just don’t take Ezra.”
Thrawn pushed Kanan back with the hilt of the lightsaber, and a strangled noise left him as he stumbled.
“Like I said before: no.”
He turned and began to walk away, Kanan chasing after him and screaming. But stormtroopers began to fire, and he had to run for cover.
Thrawn tossed his lightsaber backwards.
“Goodbye, Kanan Jarrus. Ezra will prove very useful to me.”
Kanan found cover behind a large shipping container on the platform. He couldn’t breathe, even as the blaster fire stopped.
He turned and peered over the edge of the container, and he saw the last of the stormtroopers boarding, Thrawn amongst them.
When the ramp lifted up, Thrawn smiled. Kanan didn’t see Ezra.
The ship departed, and Kanan was left all alone, without his Padawan.
He curled in on himself, not wanting to ever get up again. Everyone was always taken from him.
His comlink sounded: “Kanan. Kanan, is everything alright? Did you get Ezra?”
Kanan knew he had to answer her. Heart aching, he grabbed the comms, and answered, voice hoarse as if he’d been crying, “Thrawn has Ezra.”
“Then let’s get him back.”
The child inside of Kanan that had run away as his master died, as she screamed and screamed, wanted to stay curled up on the platform forever, and not bother to answer Hera. But he couldn’t do that. He wasn’t that apprentice anymore. He was the master, Ezra’s master.
So he stood, somehow, and went to retrieve his lightsaber. As he clipped it onto his belt he said to Hera, determination in his voice though he had yet to fully feel it down into his bones, “Yes, we will.”
“Chopper and I are bringing the Ghost around to pick you up. Stand by.”