The ship finally dropped out of hyperspace.

"Oh," Ezra said, staring out the canopy. "That's what could go wrong."

Hera hadn't expected there to be a Freighter Escort for the ship, but it looked like Vizago's intel left out some important details. Like usual.

"Alright, Ghost team, scatter!" Hera said, cueing the crew to get to work.

Everyone except Ezra, who was staying in case of repairs, ran out of the cockpit, heading to whatever they were assigned. Hera made for the Freighter, relying on the others to be at the weapons when the time came. The Escort Freighters came at them, but that was where Sabine's plan came into play.

Hera looked to make sure the airlock between the Cockpit and the Cargo area was sealed before she hit the button to open the hatch. She watched out the canopy as Sabine's Pulse Detonators floated out into space and towards the other Freighters, just as the Ghost was pelted with laser fire.

"Shields are holding," Ezra said, "for now."

"Good," Hera replied. She pressed the comm button. "Spectre 5? I'm heading away, detonate those pulses."

"We're too close, Spectre 2." Sabine's voice replied over the intercom.

"No, we aren't, just detonate them before it's too late!"

She looked to see the Detonators spark, and suddenly, a blue wave of energy blasted out, hitting both escort shuttles. Hera smiled, but suddenly, a loud bang came from behind. She turned to see Ezra fanning smoke away from the console, blowing on it like a child.

"Pulse took out the shields!" he said.

Hera stood up, running for the exit. "I've got to get back to the engines," she said. "You can work on this console instead."

Ezra bit his lip. "Okay..."

You can do this, Ezra," Ezra told himself, trying, and probably failing, to fix the console. "You're not going to let anyone down. Just get the controls working and we'll get out of this okay."

But suddenly, the console sparked up. Ezra jumped back right before it exploded. He heard footsteps and turned to see Hera in the doorway.

"I'm sorry Hera!" he said. "I tried to fix it, but the console flared up when I-"

"No time!" she interrupted him. "You know that plan we made?" she pointed to the canopy, where Ezra saw the two Freighters coming right at them. "Well, it just went out the window! The Imperials are up and running before we are!"

Kanan appeared beside Hera. "They're coming in for an attack run!" The ship shuddered, throwing everyone off balance.

"That's it, Kanan, c'mon," Hera grabbed his arm. "We're going to the Phantom to take out this convoy once and for all."

Hera sat at the controls, Kanan stood next to her, and the Freighters were coming in at them. They'd already detached and were going for the Cargo Freighter, but it was a short battle. Both Escort Freighters on their tail, one got a lucky shot, and they went spinning out of control.

Hera was thrown out of the Pilot seat, but just before she was, she saw the convoy jump away. They failed the mission. Hera struggled to reach the controls, the ship shaking her off balance, nearly taking her feet out from beneath her. Finally, she made it. She grabbed the seat to steady herself and she reached forward, stretching her arm out towards the controls, but the Phantom jerked forward. Hera and Kanan went flying forward, and her hand hit the hyperspace lever by accident. She picked herself up off the control board, just in time to see the ship disappear into hyperspace.

Ezra leaned towards the canopy, scanning the star-dotted void. No Phantom. "Guys, where did they go?"

This took some inspiration from one of the magazine comics.