Galactic date: 19 December, 2 BBY

Location: Sundari city, Mandalore

An officer with a cup of caf was whistling in the headquarters of the imperial academy. "How's it going in the city?" He asked. "Quite a big gathering today. The people are down in the streets, chanting." The officer took the comms and placed it on his ear.

"Die...die Almeca..."

These were the only words he could hear. "The prime minister is gonna be pissed."He leaned against a control panel and stared at their stellar scanner. "Still no response from the blockade?" He asked. "I'm afraid so. Probably just a rusty comm. Best take is to send a courier up there." Replied the operator.

"Then do it." Ordered the officer. "Viszla station, I'm staring at one big bogey in your sector. Please verify." He continued. "What kind of a joke is this? That's a negative. You better run some diagnostics for malfunction." Answered the other side. The officer frowned, and turned his attention to the other corner of the scanner. "Randan station, I got one hundred plus bogeys in your sector. Please advise."

A mocking voice came from the other side. "You're seeing blind spots officer. We're all clear here. Wait! I got meteors crashing down thirty mikes from here. That what you're picking up, sir?" The officer walked away while the operator answered. "Not likely. Our scopes can't be that faulty. Should've picked it up a long time ago."

"Uh...Alpha station, we might have a slight system fault here. Advise you to run diagnostics." The officer said in a casual voice. "They're all over the sky!" Screamed a panicked officer from the other side. Air attack sirens muffled the transmission. "Say again Alpha station, what is going on over there?"

"I'm looking at the whole House Viszla up there! How the hell did they get to the surface?" He shouted. "All stations be advised, we lost the blockade. We have an imminent threat of a full-scale invasion. Prepare yourselves." Ordered the officer.

Meanwhile, above the imperial academy...

The Darksider hovered above the academy, deploying gauntlet fighters and Mandalorians all over the sky. The walkers below fired at the Mandos above, but was quickly torn apart by a couple of rockets. The first wave, led by Ezra, landed in front of the wreckage, he drew out his lightsaber and cut down nearby stormtroopers. "Everyone check your fire. Do not shoot at the cadets unless they do so!" He ordered.

"You got it!" Replied Jaden, who was just deployed in another Gauntlet fighter. Ezra and a squad of Mandos burst end through the enemy lines and gunned down everyone trying to stop them. "C'mon! Don't let up!"

"Secure the cadets! Take them back to the ship!" Yelled Jaden. He saw a group of cadets and stormtroopers attempting to escape in a gunship. He activated his rocket pack and went after it. Moments later, several stormtroopers were thrown out and the gunship was redirected back to the Darksider.

"Why exactly are we attacking an academy, sir?" Asked a Mandolorian. "These kids were taken from their homes and families, if we can bring them back in one piece, we can rally the support of the people and our job here would be a lot easier." Replied Sabine through the comms.

"Get internal! There could be more inside! Sabine, do what you're best at. Blow up the gunships!" Said Ezra. He ran inside and disengaged his lightsaber. "Keep your eyes peeled. They could be anywhere." He drew out his rifle and led his men down the corridors and hallways, gunning down more imperial officers and stormtroopers as they progressed. "We have to get to the command center," Said Ezra. "so we can make a broadcast against the Empire and let them know their true colours."

"To the turbolift." The team crammed inside and the lift went upwards. Soon, the doors slid open, and the team unleash a killing spree upon the outmatched stormtroopers and officers. "The command center is secure. Showtime." Ezra calibrated the terminals and soon, he was at a live broadcast.

"People of Mandalore!" He yelled. "You may know the Death Watch as your worst enemy. But no, we are not. Not today. The Empire's actions have torn apart countless families just for their undying lust of power, I'm sure some of these people are standing among us today." He continued.

"Today we come here, not to invade your cities, but to liberate them, and reunite families torn by the Empire! For Mandalore!" He finished his short speech and signed off, leaving the crowd in absolute awe and hope. "Not bad for a Jedi." Commented one of the Mandos.

"Secure this facility, then we will move on to Viszla city." Ordered Ezra. "Never thought I'd trust the Death Watch." He whispered under his breath and boarded a gauntlet fighter and headed back to the Darksider.

"Talk to me Sabine, how bad is it down there?" Asked Ezra as the gunship made its way back to the hangar of the destroyer. "A dozen wounded. No one killed. A rousing success." She replied. "And the cadets?"

"They'll be re-educated and returned to their homes. But it's their choice whether to join us or not."

A while later...

Ezra was sitting in his cabin with the doors closed. He took out his hologram and turned it on. He heard an aged voice from the other side. "This is Rex, who's this?" "I need to talk to Kanan." Said Ezra. His master has brought the clones with him to attempt another snatch and grab mission on the Zygerrian king, and he had a feeling thins would go south, again.

"General, it's your apprentice." Said Rex. Soon, the clone disappeared from the projector and a young man in green and white armor took his place. "Good to see you in one piece Ezra. How's it going down there?" He greeted. "Never better. We just took down an academy and now we're pushing to Viszla City." Returned Ezra. "You better watch yourself out there. Rumor has it that the prime minister has hired a skilled swordsman in addition to his bodyguards. May the force be with you."

"And you." Replied Ezra as he signed off and placed his hologram into his pouch. He soon heard a knock outside his door. A familiar voice came from outside, it was Jaden. "You good in there, E?" He asked. "Good as gold. What's next?" Said Ezra.

"What's next is we have to take Viszla City in the night. You better grab a few doses of adrenaline and a pillow my friend. It's gonna be a rough fight."

"A rough fight huh? Hell yeah." Ezra grinned.