Before we begin, the last chapter was changed a little, so go look if you haven't already.

The Ghost, Mandalorian Air Space

"Is there no way to allow her to walk again?" Batman's came from over the comms, as Hera sat in the cockpit with Chopper, "Any type of neurological link from her brain to her legs?" It wasn't like these ideas hadn't gone through Hera's head already, but there were problems. A lot of them.

The Twi'lek shook her head, "Not a safe way, the last few times they tried using an artificial nervous system, three out of the four people that used them suffered complete paralysis about a month later," It was true that they had the technology to do it, but the human body was very different than a space ship, it had miles upon miles of internal wiring that if damaged, they had no safe way to fix, "The only way to do anything is with artificial legs, and I doubt she'll oblige to that."

Skywalker had one though, Chopper beeped, waving his arms around like he always did, And it looked completely real.

"He was the fourth one, and he had the force to help him," Hera said, the whole situation was depressing to her as it is, "What does the Mand'alor have to do with this?" She asked, partly to herself, partly to Batman.

"He's not talking about the actual leader, he's talking about the capital city, that's where he is," He replied, the beeps of the computer he brought with him were getting increasingly frequent, "An old factory that was abandoned about ten years ago was purchased last week, under an anonymous name. That's where he is." It had been abundantly clear that whoever this "Joker" was, he had some sort of endgame in mind, one that would, in theory, be detrimental to everyone involved but him.

Something felt strange about this whole situation, excluding everything that happened in the Wren family, it felt like they'd been here before. Somehow, "What made him this way?" Hera asked into the comm, expecting him not to answer again, "What could've made someone laugh while being beaten to a pulp, crack jokes while he shot my-" She sucked down a sob, just like she had everytime she thought of Sabine, "Friend. Why? Why would he do this?"

There was a long silence, before he answered, "I don't know. I know nothing about his past," Hera furrowed her eyebrows in confusion, how could two people hate each other so much while knowing nothing about each other, "But whatever happened to him, I think I've been there too." As the atmosphere slowly faded from darkness to brownish clouds, the lights of the capitol city shone from below them, and an escort of fighters approached from the dome.

"This is Mandalorian Air Space Patrol, call sign Royal Flush. Identify yourself." A voice came from one of the channel Hera opened.

The Captain held the button to respond, "Yes, this is Hera Syndulla, I am one of the investigators into Ursa Wren's disappearance." Batman stayed quiet, since he wasn't exactly cleared to be here. In fact, he was now officially on a blacklist of people who were supposed to be watched by the government, but he seemed to be quite good at slipping out of their hands.

"Understood. Welcome to Mandalore, Captain Syndulla. Follow us." With that, the fighters pulled a sharp turn back towards the city, their yellow engines leaving trails of smoke in the air.

"Strange, they usually ask for some code. Must've forgotten." Hera said, noting it for later. Batman remained silent, as he almost always did when he didn't really need to respond to anything. Hera pushed the Ghost downwards, as a single doorway opened into the city of Keldabe, the capital of Mandalore. The fighters fell into formation and slowed down to fit inside, with the Ghost in the middle of them all.

The blue light of the doorway faded into the bright light of the buildings contained with the dome, and the hundreds of thousands of small glass boxes forming buildings and houses. Hundreds of hovercrafts darted through the air, and thousands of civilians and soldiers mingled on the walkways below. The lower regions of the city were where crime often festered, and was a maze of abandoned mansions, factories, and government buildings.

The fighters dove downwards into the lower city, as Hera tilted the Ghost down to follow. They flew beneath the bustling of the city above, and into the yellow and black air of the lower city. When Hera looked over to the nav-computer, it read that the factory Batman had pinpointed was directly below them, "This it!" She told him in the comms, "Looks like you were right after all."

"Wait," His voice came from behind her, and he was suddenly standing to her left, almost like he had been there the whole time, "Get the escape pods ready now."

She raised her eyebrows in confusion, "What? Why?"

"Because the "Royal Flush" isn't a real call sign." He growled, making her eyes go wide. She turned around to get the pods ready to go, only to see the fighters pull a J-turn, and then flip back around to face the ship, "Get down!" Batman yelled, throwing her onto the floor just as the ships opened fire. The cockpit window shattered suddenly, hitting the controls and making the ship spin out of control.

Hera grabbed onto Chopper's leg, who had magnetized himself to the ship, but Batman wasn't so lucky. He managed to get a hold of a crack in the floor, but after a moment his fingers began to slip, before he was thrown out of the ship from the wind, as it spun out of control.

Lower Levels of Keldabe, 20:00

"Syndulla's here," A voice came from the trooper's below, as they approached the smoking crash site of the Ghost, "Don't see the bat guy you were tell us about, though." Bruce stood perched on a small apartment complex, looking through binoculars at the troopers, who wore typical Mandalorian armor, but he knew they were either payed off, or brought here by the Joker.

"Perhaps, but I can guarantee you, from personal experience, that he's probably staring at you from somewhere else," The Joker's voice responded from one of the soldier's comms, "Don't bother looking though, he is the guest of honor, after all. Heheh."

The soldiers dragged a knocked out Hera Syndulla from the wreckage, making Bruce grit his teeth in frustration, "What do we do with Syndulla?" He stood up, putting the binoculars away, and getting his grapnel launcher ready.

"Whatever you please, she's not too important at the moment." The soldiers began to look at each other in excitement, just before Hera's hand snapped to her pistol, and she fired a quick bolt at one of the trooper's faces. The other two jumped at the sound, but both were quickly cut down by her blaster.

Bruce smirked at the Twi'lek's strategy, watching as she beckoned Chopper away from the wreckage, and started towards the factory. He wasn't going there right now, though. He had other means to attend to.

Okay so this chapter was finished a while ago, but I wanted to wait for things to calm down a little. But I figured I should include this, since the last chapter was... not too well received by some of you.

To Tython: I know you are upset, but just stick around. I have plans for her.

And to everyone, please don't turn this into a hateful review space, regardless of what side your on. I appreciate those who are protective of the characters, and those who are interested into the overarching plot, but I don't want you guys fighting each other. And just so everyone is aware, after this story concludes, I've got a fairly robust outline for the next story that involves these characters, it's kind of like an Infinity War type thing. It will include characters from other fandoms, and I'm not saying which, but there is one that will be particularly fun to include.

Reviews will get the next chapter out quicker, since it's always good to have you guys's response before I write it. Have good one!

-MB