:General Syndulla's Rebel Fleet-Outer Rim:
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Hera rested her eyes upon the present members of The Ghost Crew. Zeb leaned against the door frame, eyes watching over Jacen Syndulla. Kallus slowly lifted his head from the datapad in hand. "General Syndulla, Grand Admiral Doom made a report to The Emperor. The team didn't make it." That was all Hera needed. "Ezra and Sabine?" Kallus shook his head. "I read about Grand Admiral Doom, and in the way he operates. I don't think even they would've managed to evade him." Hera slowly sat down. "We'll have to contact Krownest and inform them of Sabine's death." Kallus nodded. "I'll set the call up at once General."

:Krownest-Mandalore Sector-Outer Rim:
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Ursa sat on her throne, Alrich standing not far from her, Tristan and Fenn stood, watching as Hera appeared. "Lady Wren." Ursa nodded. "General Syndulla, what has made you call us?" Hera glanced down. "A day ago, Ezra and Sabine lead a mission to sabotage Imperial factories on Delmosie." Ursa nodded. "And?" Hera bit her lower lip. "We were unaware that Grand Admiral Doom had set the planet up as his fortress world. The mission went south fast, and... and..." Ursa didn't need Hera to say anymore. Her eyes glanced down.

"You need not say anymore General Syndulla. we may grief over her loss for a time, but her death will be avenged." Hera nodded, wiping a tear from her eyes. "I am sorry for your daughters death, I..." Ursa dismissed it with a wave of her hand. "You are not at fault. Though I suspect she went out with honour in the glory of battle." Hera nodded, not believing a word Ursa was saying. "But the loss of Bridger as well, that is a loss that many among us will not forget. He was brave, skilled." Hera glanced down. "Ezra was many things. His dedication to his home was unwavering, his loyalty to his friends great. His determination far superior to others."

Ursa slowly stepped forward. "Bridger was a warrior at heart, I would've welcomed him into my clan without a second thought." Hera slowly nodded. Her eyes full of tears. "But I also doubt Bridger would go down so easily, nor would my daughter. Remember the lies the Empire can tell. I have a feeling that they live on." Hera sighed. "But Kallus read about how Doom operates. Even he isn't believing they would've survived." Ursa shook her head. "I have heard more about the extraordinary skills survivability that Bridger has sharpened over his time on the streets from Sabine. If there's one thing I know about him, it's that he always survives, no matter what." Hera blinked. "If only Kanan were here right now." Ursa closed her eyes. "I will be speaking with Mand'alor later today. Perhaps she may consider allowing the Clans of Mandalore to join the war against the Empire." Hera nodded. Eyes glancing round before ending the call.

:Delmosie-Outer Rim:
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Ezra pov

I slowly came to a stop, deactivating my lightsaber as I eyed the small clearing. Sabine slowly came to a stop behind me. "We can camp here for the night." Sabine slowly walked ahead. "I'm not sleeping out in the open, there's a cave ahead." I shrugged, reaching out into the force. I noted that the only living objects nearby were plants, I followed. "If we're setting up camp in this cave, then we'll be here for a long while." Sabine nodded. Resting her helmet upon the cave floor.

"We should rest up, it's been a long day already." I nodded, my eyes glancing round before I blinked. A small amount of hot air blew over my back. Turning round slowly, I widen my eyes as I layed eyes upon a Mastiff Phalone. It quickly strike. Screaming out, I reaches for my lightsaber, only to have it knocked from my grasp.

Hitting the cave wall, I groaned before the beast quickly slices upon me. Grunting, I slowly fall down to the ground. Feeling the pain in my body, I'm thrown once more across the cave. Slamming into the opposite wall. Sliding down, I scream in pain as a claw pierces my right arm. With my eyes barely open, I watch as Sabine guns down the creature. My vision going blurry as she runs to my side. Her voice was garbled, I couldn't make out many words, but I could still get the general idea of what she's saying.

Sabine pov

I quickly ran to Ezra's side, my blasters remain on the ground, unnoticed. His body was damaged greatly. "Ezra, don't leave me yet." I quickly leaned by his side, slowly resting his body upon the flat ground. Eyeing him closely, I noticed the many cuts and scratches that he had gained. Bitting my lower lip, I notice a large hole where the Mastiff Phalone had pierced his arm. Closing my eyes, I slowly move to his right, grabbing some of his outfit, I tear it and slowly wrap the hole.

Eyeing down further, I begin to clean up his body. Removing blood and covering the worst scratches first. Coming to a stop, I sighed as I leaned against the cave wall, my eyes glancing over Ezra's body. Why did this have to happen? Why did Doom have to choose this world as his capital? Why? I don't I could imagine a world without Ezra in it. And now, he's resting, badly wounded, with no help. Closing my eyes, I think. Why do I suddenly feel this way? Why am I so worried about him? Yes, he's a friend, but that's it. I, not, I can't. Stop thinking about it Sabine. I, we. Ahh.

I just need to focus on surviving and ensuring that Ezra doesn't die. I don't I can, no, stop it. I refuse to think about that. He's a friend, that's all. 'He's more then that Sabine, admit it.' I glance round, the origin of the voice was nowhere near. "Who are you?" I hear the voice again, it sounded, like myself. 'I'm you.' I shake my head. No, this isn't right. 'It is right, you just refuse to admit it.' I roll my fists up. "Who are you?" The voice laughs. "I said I'm you. I'm your emotions, those that you've bottled up since you returned from Krownest to help your friends on Attallon.' I clench my teeth. Perhaps I need to, no, I need to sleep, I need to rest my energy. We, I have a big day ahead tomorrow. I need my energy gathered.

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Ursa is in disbelief that Ezra and Sabine are dead

Hera has yet to find peace with herself, the fact that two more of her crew are all but gone has brought back any memoires.

Jacen Syndulla lives on, how Hera managed to raise a child and still fight the Empire is beyond me. But if she brought him to those major battles, then it's got to make you wonder, what kind off parent is she for risking her child like that?

Sabine's emotions are starting to slowly come back out, this time they're not about her past, but about Ezra.

The Mastiff Phalone is native to the world of Maridun, I wanted them on Delmosie as I haven't yet finalised the Hallowed Wraith. Mastiff Phalone are thus, not common on Delmosie, so they've adapted to hunt alone instead of packs, this can be thanked to the Hallowed Wraith who have nearly hunted them all down.