Galactic date: 18 December, 2 BBY

Location: Concordia shipyard

Ezra, Sato and a few other Mandalorian commanders gathered in room with a row of computers. The rebels and the Mandalorians have been having meetings day and night about strategic plans of liberating worlds ever since they found each other out of the blue. "So, general Bridger. We understand you have friends taken as prisoners on Teth." Said a Mandalorian. "Indeed. It's in the far end of the galaxy, one of the most isolated location you can find on the map. The bucket heads used the old monastery there and transformed it into another prison." Replied Ezra.

"One prison specifically used to hold mousy clones and tough bastards from across the galaxy. That's where they constantly get info about us. We've been on the defensive ever since." Katan chimed in. "In some cases, the clones locked up in there would turn to the Empire and pose as a trap for unlucky rebels. A lot of my men fell for that." She added.

"CT-1409, Hunter, Wrecker, Tek, Crosshair...these were the men that kept us from annihilation. They're imprinted in our memories. We owe them our lives. Now it's time to bring them back." Said Kal Skirata, another Mandalorian leader. "So it's a green light. We'll roll hard at noon." Said Katan.

Ezra headed to the shipyard and met Jaden there. The two chatted as they slowly proceeded to the Darksider, a Venator class Destroyer adopted by clan Skirata. "That's a lot of hardware here." Ezra spoke up.

"It sure is. Protests are ignited all over Mandalore right now my friend, the time is coming." Jaden looked up, though it was covered by layers of durasteel doors. "We will free your world Jaden. We will." Ezra nodded in agreement.

A few hours later...

Zeb was sitting in a rotten cell. It smelled like the place hasn't been cleaned since the start of the Great Hyperspace War. A few aged men lay in the cell next to his, chanting a rhythm known as 'blackheart'.

"How did you end up here?" Asked one of the prisoners. Zeb was surprised to learn the man talking to him was a clone, but he hid his hostility against clones as he was a prisoner instead another lapdog of the Empire. "I was captured on Zygerria. You?" Returned Zeb.

"Zygerria. That's some mean bush. I was trying to protect some younglings back then. They boarded our ship and I was taken. It didn't take them long to discover my disloyalty to their goddamn Empire. I've been here ever since." Said the clone. "I remember one very well. He was a great leader, I think he's...uh...Caleb something. Caleb Dume, I think." He continued.

"That's my commander. He's a great man, and father." Replied Zeb. "Has anyone tried to rescue you guys?" He asked. "No. We're just forgotten." The pilot sighed, knowing that their identity was entirely disavowed.

45 kilometers above...

"General Bridger, meet soldiers Maze, Ordo and Atin. They'll be under your command throughout the mission. Your objective is to land above the prison and take the command center in order to trigger a massive breakout. Once you let them loose, we and Phoenix Squadron will approach and extract you. Good luck."

"All teams we're green! We're green!" Yelled Kal from the cockpit of the modified Gonzati class transport. The cargo ramp opened below Spectre and Delta team, exposing them to the vacuum space.

The clones jumped, and descended into the unknown territory of Teth.

"43 kilos till touchdown." Said Kal through the comms. "Be advised, we will not be able to provide air support up here, so make sure you stick to the shadows as long as you can." He continued.

"Copy that. Spectre 1 out." Replied Ezra. The team continued to descend as the breeze started to hit their faces. "All units comm check." "Spectre 2 online." "Spectre 3 online." "Spectre 4 online and ready." "Spectre 5 online." Ezra tuned his comlink and turned to Delta squad. "Delta, you good?" He asked.

"Affirmative, Spectre 1." Replied Boss, the commander of Delta squad. "41 kilometers. We're picking up three groups of new signals five clicks below you. Enemy patrols. Prepare to activate cloak on my mark." Said Kal. "Roger. Activating cloak." Said Boss.

The clones' armor began to fade piece by piece. Soon, they were completely invisible and zoomed past the TIE patrols without getting any attention. "Overlord copies all. All teams are off the radar. Have fun down there. Out."

"32 kilometers!" Exclaimed Ezra. "How long is this gonna take?" Asked Atin. He was a veteran, seen in action on Qiiura and Olanet. But even he couldn't stand long waits. "Just a few more minutes! At least no one's shooting at us now!" Answered Ezra.

"20 kilometers!" He yelled again as the commandos broke through the clouds and continued to free fall down to the prison. "Just asking, but what the hell are the clones doing in here?" Questioned Ordo. "This is one of the most remote places in the whole galaxy!"

"Because being far from civilization is an advantage. No one ever hears from them, so they will lose their hope, and eventually work for the Empire. Ask Darman and Niner in case you got questions." Replied Atin. Ezra interrupted them as they went through another layer of clouds. "Cut the chit-chat. We have a visual on the facility. Prep your rocket packs."

"Yes general." Answered the clones. The team activated their jet packs when they were only a few hundred yards away from the roof of the prison, and everyone had a safe landing. "Delta, take the command center. We'll follow the prisoners, RV on platform 5. Sabine, take Ordo with you and sweep the main levels. I'll head for the isolation cells."

"Copy that, dear." Replied Sabine. Ezra cut a hole in the middle of the roof and jumped in, followed by Sabine and the rest of the clones. Sabine saw a stormtroopers walking towards them and snapped his neck. She and Ordo dragged the body to a room and locked the door. "Di'kut." Said Sabine as she left another star bird marking on the stormtrooper's helmet.

"That'll piss them off. Let's go. Don't wanna miss the party." Replied Ordo.

Meanwhile...

The members of Delta squad converged outside the command center. "This should blow the door." Said Fixer as he pulled out a thermal detonator from his bandolier. "Breaching now." Said Scorch. The door was blown into shards, and Delta poured into the command center, taking out every officer and buckethead in their path.

"We're clear. Let's get to work." Boss smirked under his helmet.