Star Wars Rebels Fan-fiction: Old friends?

Chapter 14

Dai POV

I sat on the speeder heading to a location where I would rather never had put a foot again. And because of Ezra ...

It reminded me of the first time I met him. I was still grateful for what he did, but ...

When I see all the problems that he brought. I had rather wished he had not helped my sister? Right? Or not?

(Whoehoehoe MEMORY TIME!!!!!!!)

I was cleaning the windows of the uh... how is this room called again? The arena is here, guests are received here. Party room?

But alright so I was cleaning windows up there. The master was also just walked in preparing his next visit of guest for next week. And he was followed by four girls and he gave them instructions. If I had had the good it were Lily, Mora, Cat and the last one her name I didn't remember anymore. I could not remember all the names of people that walk around here. I turned back to the large window that looked out onto a second arena outside. This was hardly ever used. These fights are illegal and he would rather not use the outer because of that. Today we are dumping our trash there.

"Master!"

I turned around because I recognized the voice of my sister. She knelt before him. He was not so happy that she had disturbed him and that you could see at his facial expression.

"What?" He said rude.

"The boy. He ... he ... "

"He what?" He said angrily.

"He has escaped." Maia cringe, afraid of his angriness that he would immediately release upon here.

"Guards! Find that boy! And if you do not find him there'll be some punishment for everyone! Everyone is now looking straight for that boy! "

The four girls and the two guards who stood at the door went off right away. To tell everyone the new orders of the master obviously.

He turned back to Maia, his face a rage of anger. "And you ..." His hand went slowly to his belt to a thing feared by everyone here: his electric whip. Something many slaveholders also had.

The lashes were incredibly painful and you kept it feeling even weeks later. Scars that you keep forever. I gave a brief glimpse on my left arm who had some of them.

And now he's going to hurt my little sister with it. I jumped off the ladder and wanted to run up to her to protect her as he slowly lifted the whip up. Swung backward and was ready to settle.

I was not fast enough.

I did not going to make it.

The whip was approaching. And then someone jumped in between.

I stopped. Shocked. Grateful. Happy. My sister was unharmed.

For now then.

A boy with raven hair and a blue tint in an orange jumpsuit had gripped the whip with his hands.

But that was not the most impressive : the boy didn't give any sign of pain while an electric shock went through him.

The smell of burnt flesh reached my nostrils.

Maia quickly crawled back and I took her in my arms. Her eyes couldn't stop focusing on the boy. And so could my.

The master drew the whip back and the boy fell to one knee as the electricity disappeared from his body. So he felt it.