A long time ago, in a galaxy far, far away…
Over six years have passed since the Liberation of Lothal. In that time span, the Empire has fallen, a New Republic rising in its place. After two decisive victories, at Endor and Jakku, Grand Vizier Mas Amedda and Chancellor Mon Mothma signed the Galactic Concordance, dissolving the Empire and ending hostilities. However, Imperial Remnants led by Grand Admiral Rae Sloane retreated into the Unknown regions of the galaxy, to rebuild elsewhere. On Lothal, Sabine Wren, Republic Propaganda Artist and Lieutenant Governor of Lothal, who was tasked with protecting Lothal by Ezra Bridger before he vanished six years prior, is asleep, not knowing that the next day, a new journey would begin.
Sabine awoke at midnight to a mysterious sound, which sounded like a barely audible human voice.
"Who's there? You're Trespassing!" she exclaimed, becoming nervous.
The voice spoke louder, and it was all-too familiar.
"Sabine…"
"Ezra? Wait no, no, no, this has to be a dream, you're not really here!"
"That may be so, but I am here, in your mind," replied Ezra.
Then, Sabine saw him, the same Ezra who had boarded the Chimaera, never to return to Lothal. He appeared the same as he had six years prior, but there was a glowing aura around him.
"Is Lothal safe? Are my people safe?" wondered Ezra longingly.
"Yes, they are. The Empire has fallen all across the Galaxy."
"And yet, you have not searched for me."
"I didn't know I needed to. I was under the impression I only had to protect Lothal and its citizens."
"Come and find me, bring me home, that is the second part of your mission, the part I never told you."
"How will I find you? You could be anywhere!"
"Ahsoka Tano will arrive on Lothal soon; she will know where to start," said Ezra.
"Ahsoka? What?" no answer. "Ezra? Ezra!" he was gone, vanished.
Sabine awoke again, covered in sweat.
