Star Wars: Rebels [In Play]

[Montmorency]

Will you tell us, Bothan? Tell us what we need to know?
“But I don’t know!” Zack cried. “I know nothing of what you ask!”
Effortlessly, the Stormtrooper snapped Csargo's tether, and hoisted him before him, held him as though he were a doll. Snerk shrieked,
“Papa! Papa!”
Once again the question thundered through Zack's soul. He wept, tore at the turf.
“I don’t know! I don’t know!”
Beneath the huge trooper's gauntlets, Csargo went very still, like a calf caught in the jaws of a wolf. His terrified eyes turned from Zack, and rolled upwards beneath their lids, as though trying to peer at the figure behind him.
“Csargo!” Aëngelas screamed. “Csaargoooo!”
Animal violence overcame Zack , and he strained at his leash, gagged inarticulate fury.
And a husky voice in his soul said: You will come to know the power of the Dark Side …
“Beaaassee!” Zack wept. “I don’t knoooowww …”
The Dark Side …
“I don’t know! I don’t! I don’t! Beaase stop! Beaasse!”
Zack crumpled, grasped his head between his hands, beat his face against the turf.
The cold felt good against his broken lips.
And again they asked the question.
I don’t know …
These things make you weak, the Imperial Officer said, watching his soldier tossing Csargo like a sack to cold grasses. With a look, he gave him to the slavers. Once again, he asked the question.
The monster then gave his weeping son—sweet, innocent Snerk—to the slavers, and once again asked the question.
I don’t know what you mean …
Always, the same mad, incomprehensible question.
Who are the Rebellion?