I feel like I should put an authors note here even though I have nothing to say. Well then lets get started on whatever I think of in the next 30 seconds...
"There's a Jedi on that ship."Kanan suddenly announced. The whole crew looked up startled.
"We should meet him-!" Ezra began.
"No. He has a different destiny then us. Our fates are intertwined but not our path's."
Ezra looked out at the kilometer long Mon Calamari cruiser Home One. He was amazed by how many ships he saw. Seperatist, Alderannian, Sullustan, Correlian and even a Venator-class star destroyer, being repainted in the bright red of the Rebellion. The New Republic as some called it.
Suddenly the comm flared into life. "This is Admiral Mar Tuuk. Clearance code and cell number?" A pair of old Vulture droid fighters drew up alongside. "Code THX,dash,one,one, dash three, eight. Cell P47 phoenix squadron." Hera replied as Kanan glared at the droids, that reminded him of the clone wars. Of his Master.
"Land in hangar four on the Lucrehulk Nemoidia's Sword. We Await you're arrival."
*Snap-Hiss* "Who want's some!" Kanan Yelled at the starbird covered battle droids in the hangar bay. Zeb grabbed him and pulled the saber away.
"Pull yerself' together! I know what they did Kanan but you need to just accept that the past is the past. They're soulless machines. They remind you of what happened, but you need to do what yer' always tellin' the kid. Let go." He dropped Kanan who seemed to have realised that Zeb spoke the truth.
"...Lets just go see the admiral." Hera said.
Sabine Tapped a droid on the shoulder. "Excuse me can you direct us to a turbolift?" "Roger...Roger? Errr...No. No. All the turbolifts have been disabled to save power. The stairs are over there however. Admiral Tuuk is in the hangar bay." The droid replied, straining it's databank.
"We just spent an hour looking for his stupid command centre!" A clearly frustrated Sabine yelled at the droid.
"Sorry Ma'am. I will Inform him right away that you are in the Engine room. Wait why are you in the-" "Shut up",Sabine muttered shoving past him.
When they got back to hangar bay four a tall Nemoidian wearing purple robes, a strange hat and goggles was waiting for them.
"Finally! You have arrived! You're lucky we still have ten minute's!" He yelled as the ghost crew ran up to him.
"We are very sorry sir we-" Hera Began.
"No time for that! The plan is simple. You Captain Syndulla and that Astromech will leave right now. A crew of droids will man you're ship. You will be going to Endor. The rest of you will stay here, but when we reach Kuat you will be on a shuttle full of BX-Commando droids. I will be directing you're attack from Nemoidia's sword while you board the Imperial star destroyer Knight Hunter. Any Questions?" He said all this at a speed that was quick, effeciant and clear.
"I thought we would be going to attack the Death Star at Endor?" Ezra asked.
"The Nemoidian fleet is going to stop the Empire from gathering at Endor by spreading chaos, among the shipyards and by taking several lightly defended worlds. While the Mon Calamari steal all the glory and Akbar get's promoted to Leader of all ships ever..." Tuuk Muttered the last part.
"Goodbye love. See you after we win" Kanan and Hera said at the same time.
"Take care of her Chop he nodded looking at the grumpy droid." "#%&*+%?# !" Sabine took off her Helmet to reveal her now bright red hair.
"Hera good luck. I guess you really meant it when you said there was a larger plan after all."
"Like I said: Trust me." Hera replied with a sad smile.
"Take a good Holocam picture of that monstrosity being destroyed." Zeb laughed, bringing Hera into a bone-shattering hug.
"Palpatine or the Death Star... Garizeb?" She teased.
"The Empire." He told her, looking serious.
Ezra approached her.
"You made me realise the value of helping others. Without you I would be living on the streets, wasting my life.I wouldn't be a Jedi. Thank you." He said looking sad. "I don't wan't you too...I can't lose you!" He burst out.
"It'll be Ok. We'll win. I promise. And Ezra? May the force be with you."
With that they split up, Hera and chopper heading into the ghost with a team of battle droids and everybody else heading towards a shuttle of Commando Droids.
The three Lucrahulks and providence-class cruiser, exited hyperspace near the Kuat drive yards, where a thousand star destroyers had been manufactured each year since the Empire was declared. Its constitution almost written in the blood of the Jedi Order.
The entire Kuat system was deserted.
"Admiral I think Endor is a trap." Kanan said into the comm.
"I can see that!" A irritated voice replied.
"We have to help them!" Ezra yelled.
"Or we could NOT fight the entire imperial navy." Mar Tuuk responded.
"Then again watching Akbar tell me I was the better Admiral would satisfying... Droid! Turn the ship around and set coordinates for the Endor system."
"Be very thankful guy's." Kanan said while exiting the shuttle that was still parked in the hangar. "Most Nemoidians would run screaming at the word: battle. We happen to be stuck with either a lunatic or a hero."
A commando droid stopped and looked at him.
" Do not worry sir. We will get a chance to board an enemy ship. Then you can use you're lightsaber and I can use my Vibroblade. Do you also like Killing the re-programmed clone's?"
Ezra suddenly remembered Rex was on Endor, part of the team destroying the shield generator.
"No I don't." Kanan snapped at the blankly staring,remorseless killing machine. He was getting sick of being surrounded by reminders of the clone wars that kept reminding him of when Styles and Grey killed his Master. It was like a dagger of cold in his heart everytime he looked at them. But no. A Jedi can let go. I can let go. He reminded himself following the crew to Mar Tuuk's command centre.
Well should I write more? I haven't even decided who is going to live or die! Before you start complaining about Rex being on Endor, a guy that looks exactly like him in rebels is in ROTJ. He was called Nik Sants(Geddit?Santa beard?)in the old EU. If you don't like this story I could, alternatively write out an Assassins creed story:Hell in Hibernia, about Irelands struggle for independance. Also: Dark lord of the Dinner did not seem to be well recieved...Anybody volunteering to be my beta reader? Or at least tell me why it took so long for anybody to like it?