The deeper into the ship the trio walked the more concerned they got. Loose wires hung from the ceiling and in some places entire metal panels lay scattered on the ground.

When they came to the cockpit Sabine pressed the button to open it. Sparks flew out of the metal panel, causing her to jump back in alarm.

"Let me try." Zeb demanded. When Sabine stepped back he cracked his knuckles and attempted to pry open the door. It slowly began to move and Ezra and Sabine ducked under Zeb's arms and into the cockpit.

"Thanks Zeb!" Ezra called hastily too busy focusing on his master, the pilot, and the astromech. As Zeb came in he heard them both gasp. Being a considerable amount taller then both of them her could easily see the seen from above them. Chopper was fine, shaken if anything, and Kanan and Hera lay unconscious on the floor.

Sabine kneeled down between the two adults and checked for a pulse. Giving a sigh of relief color returned to her face and she gave a weak smile to the two boys behind her. "They've just been knocked out. They'll be fine."

"Get the med-kit Chopper." Ezra commanded the droid who beeped a reply that only Sabine understood and rolled out of the door.

When Chopper came back Sabine opened up the med-kit and applied a bacta patch to Hera's forehead and a couple other scraps that were bleeding. Kanan was better. He appeared to only have bruise on his arm and a cut on his upper lip.

"What do we do now?" Ezra asked the two older people in the room.

"Wait for them to wake up then make repairs to the ship." Sabine responded.

"Should we move them?" Zeb questioned.

"No, just in case I missed anything and they're more hurt then we thought." Sabine told him.

"Then we wait." Zeb agreed as he went to put the med-kit back.

Ezra sat down next to Sabine and took her hand.

"Could you sense who shot the ship?" Sabine asked quietly.

"Something dark. I'm surprised Kanan couldn't sense him too."