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He sat with his legs under him, hands resting on his thighs, as he tried to sense what was strange with the Force in this place. His lashes teased his cheeks as his eyes moved rapidly under his eyelids. Ezra felt bursts of the Force here, but they were different, strange, foreign. His jaw twitched as he felt a coldness in the distance. It was not quite on the level of Darth Vader, but he still had to fight the urge to run. Ahsoka wasn't here to help him against a Sith Lord and his last experience with Vader had been near deadly. Ezra frowned as he continued to try and find something or someone he recognized.
"Come on," he breathed out. "Where are you?" The more he couldn't sense his family the more frustrated he became and finally he jumped up from the floor of the Welcome Center. He didn't care if people were looking at him, he was annoyed. He began to pace as he tried to sort out what he was going to do about this situation. The Purrgil had moved the Imperial fleet off of Lothal and he had gone with them, it was the only way, but here he stood without Thrawn or any of the army around him. Had he failed?
Was Lothal safe?
He'd kill to hear Chopper's grumblings right about now. Instead, he found himself turning to face a woman as she walked in. His near azure eyes took her in as he managed to keep his face blank of emotion. Well, okay, blank for like a minute before annoyance started to seep in.
"What do you want," there was an edge to his voice as he stood there with his arms at his sides. One hand did twitch slightly towards his lightsaber out of habit, but he made no real move to draw the weapon. Ezra Bridger, Jedi on his best days, was not sure what to make of this place and he had no idea how he was going to find a way back to his squadron.