He didn’t want to believe it. But he had to know. He knew he had very little time. He had broken out of his family’s home. He left a shattered window and a shattered life he knew. His mind was in complete disarray. He wanted to lash out, scream, cry and everything in between. But he felt completely numb. He felt methodical. He needed to know.
He pulled up his datapad that he sometimes used to remote connect to some of the droids back in his home on Thyferra. He set this up to have droids bring him drinks from inside the house without him having to shout or text anyone. This time he had a completely different intention. His fingers were flying across the keyboards, syncing into the memory bank of one of the trusty droids.
Within moments, he could see through the droid’s photoreceptors, getting a direct feed of what the droid saw. He couldn’t risk going to Thyferra himself - he knew Pops would have the perimeters watched. But neither of his parents could anticipate his skills with slicing.
The droid walked through the halls, the corridors empty for the most part. At some point, a door opened somewhere and he could see ISC soldiers rushing in to do a quick sweep. None of them even glanced over at a droid casually walking through the house. Droids were common around the manor.
After a while, the droid walked towards a specific landing bay. There were thick, reinforced doors that were always off-limits to Ezra and Jayna for as long as he could remember. It was where Pops kept his favorite ship and it was a relic he never allowed anyone to venture into.
The droid arrived at the doors. It began to slice the terminal. Ezra remotely entered it and used the droid’s credentials to open the door. Once inside, the droid stepped inside, the doors closing behind it. He stepped up the ramp of the ancient ship. Right away Ezra could see shelves of ancient books and tomes, almost all of them about Imperial and Ancient Sith. This was previously not unusual as both his fathers had a penchant for history. But this all had new meaning now.
The droid kept walking, turning into a room that was perfectly neat and organized. He could see an old closet with old clothes that clearly belonged to a teenager, old posters of Ryloth Rancors and other artifacts that only spoke to Pops’ old life. The droid turned and continued to walk through the corridors. If Ezra had been there in person, he would feel the ship pulsing with memory. Of his parents (@Altaris), of Tiamat (@GABA), of Renfry (@Phoenix ), of Darth Stolas (@Mr. Teatime ). These corridors had many stories in them.
The droid walked towards the cargo bay, spotting what looked like an old gym. It was there that the droid saw a tall box with a lock on it. It was no effort to break past the lock, the doors pried open.
And Ezra felt bile rise to his throat.
The red visor. The black helmet. The full set of armor.
Darth Raze.
He had known it in his gut. He needed to know. And now he had his answer. Ezra knew whose blood coursed through his veins.