Thanks to V, Ezrabinefan 66 and skadoosh123 for the feedback!

V: This chapter deals entirely with the questions you posed. I hope you find it enlightening.

The next few chapters deal with Ezra and Sabine during that seven month period, as well as a new persona Ezra creates. Because apparently all my fanfictions have to have the main character create an alternate identity. I.E. Avenger.

Enjoy!

"He asleep?"

Ezra turned and watched as Sabine stepped out onto the balcony overlooking a valley. "Yeah. Hera's sitting with him."

Sabine gave a small smile. Over the past few days, Hera had begun to see herself as almost a grandmother to her 'kids' kid. She would jump to volunteer to watch Caleb if Ezra and Sabine needed some downtime.

Sabine joined Ezra at the railing. "We need to talk."

Ezra slowly nodded and sighed. "It's not a short story."

"You were gone seven months." Sabine glanced at him. "I'd be shocked if you finished it tonight."

"I know who killed Sabine."

Ezra nodded and used the Force to open the door. "Let's go." He invited. "I'll get a fire started."

Seven Months Ago:

Senator Mothma stared at the young Jedi. "Who killed Captain Wren?"

Ezra brushed her aside, heading toward the exit. "I need to leave now."

"Commander Bridger, where are you going?"

Ezra shot a glare back to her. "If I tell you, you'll just contact my family. And they'll try and talk me out of what I need to do."

He made to leave, but Mothma stopped him again. "While you are gone, I have a mission for you."

Ezra's hand slowly grasped his lightsaber. "I have to catch the guy who killed Sabine. Nothing else matters."

"This does." Mothma pressed. "You told me that the assassin claimed a Senator gave him the target?" She watched as Ezra reluctantly nodded. "Before the Rebellion collapsed, I received troubling news. That the few Senators that publicly backed the Rebellion may have been corrupt, selling our intelligence to the Empire."

Ezra was silent for a long moment, trying to keep a lid on his anger. Finally, he nodded. "Fine." He moved towards the door, turning his head to face Mothma a moment later. "I still have doubts about you, so if you or Kallus tell my family anything about where I am or where I'm going, I will come back."

Mothma nodded. "Noted, Commander."

Ezra pulled out his new comm, one that no one had the frequency to, and entered in a string of numbers. "It's me." He gave no further introduction. "I need your help."

A heavy sigh was heard. "What do you need?"

Ezra was silent for a few minutes. "Beskar."

"What do you know about Beskar?"

Ezra thought for a moment. "It's Mandalorian metal. It can stop blaster bolts."

Sabine nodded. "Right, but it doesn't have to be a lot of Beskar. The thinner the layer, the less effective it is, but even a thin layer can save your life."

Ezra felt like he should be taking notes. "And your armour is forged from the Beskar from warriors past. Your armour is centuries old, and can still hold up to blaster bolts?"

Sabine gave a small smile. "Yep. The Armourers on Krownest would add a little bit of new Beskar to every reforging."

"Is Beskar exclusive to Mandalorians?"

Sabine shook her head. "No. Beskar is most common on Mandalore; we have natural veins. But you can find the odd piece of Beskar armour throughout the Galaxy." She frowned. "You want some armour, don't you."

Putting away his comm, Ezra grabbed his data pad, reviewing the first Senator that Mothma thought was corrupt. Senator Trayis. Currently living on Coruscant.

Ezra's free hand curled into a fist.

"Sabine, just staring out the viewport isn't helping any."

Sabine sighed. "You're right." She looked down. "But there's nothing I can do. Not until he's here."

Hera rested her hand on Sabine's shoulder. "I know how hard it is to sit back and watch while everyone else fights, but he's more important. Besides, we don't know where to go." Her hand tightened. "How's your wound?"

Sabine scoffed. "Hera, I was shot. The only wound I have is a bruise."

Hera gave a small smile. "That sentence would be ridiculous if anyone other than you said it."

"Senator Trayis."

The Senator, a thin man with an everlasting sneer, turned around to see a man dressed in all black, with a mask over his head. The mask was wooden, with what appeared to be a stylized demon on the front. "Who are you?"

The man took a step forward. "Your actions doomed a Rebellion, and is still costing people their lives." The man's hands curled up into fists. "So I'm here to kill you."

Trayis backed up a step. "What?"

A pressure slowly made itself known on Trayis's throat, and the man slowly walked forward. "Do you know who I am?"

Trayis nodded. As a fairly religious man, he had made it a personal mission of his to study several system's religions. He knew exactly who this was. "The Blue Spirit." The pressure on his throat lessened an inch, and he swallowed. "A Lothalian Demon. You take the pain others inflict, and redirect it tenfold upon them."

The mask tilted. "The Blue Spirit." The man hummed. "A fitting name, for what I'm about to do to you."

Trayis's throat was gripped again, this time by a physical hand. Slowly, the Senator was held over the ledge. "Please." Trayis begged as he looked down the the streets of Coruscant thousands of levels below. "I beg of you. Don't do this."

The Spirit took another step forward. "Tell me who else is involved!"

Trayis swallowed. "Senator Zuko of Mustafar! He's a supporter of the Rebellion too!" He took another glance down and shuddered. "Please, just let me go."

The Spirit was silent for a few seconds. "As you wish."

Ezra dropped Trayis and turned in the same motion, walking out of the apartment as the Senator's screams sounded.

"General, a report just came in for you." Wedge handed Hera a data pad and turned to leave. "Originated from Coruscant."

Hera perused the report, then stood. "Sabine, you need to read this."

Sabine ran into the commons and grabbed the data pad from Hera. "Senators Trayis, Zuko and Myamor have all been killed?" She glanced at Hera. "How does this involve us?"

Hera sat back down. "Keep reading."

Sabine sat as well. "Officially, the murders have been attributed to a masked assailant going by the name of the Blue Spirit." She frowned and turned to the Dejarik board. "That name sounds familiar."

Hera leaned forward. "Familiar how?"

Sabine began sifting through information. "Ezra once mentioned it. Said it was a Lothalian Demon of sorts. Meant to punish those who hurt people without cause." She pulled up a holopic of a drawing of the spirit and turned back to the data pad. "Security cameras picked up a glimpse of the mask."

Hera stood. "And?"

Sabine compared the two photos and moved towards the cockpit. "It's Ezra. And he's on Coruscant." She slipped her helmet on. "Let's go find him."

Chapter Notes!

I). Why Kallus waited seven months to tell the Ghost Crew about Ezra, and why Sabine couldn't contact Ezra is explained here. But he is leaving a trail. Unfortunately, one that is made of bodies. Told you it'd get dark!

II). For Ezra's mask, think Japanese masks. When I was doing research, I could not for the life of me figure out what those demon masks are called. If anyone knows, would you be kind enough to share?

III). I have a confession to make. I recently became enthralled with Avatar: The Last Airbender, and have even delved into the world of fanfiction with the show. And elements of that show make their way into this chapter. Any ideas where?

Thanks for reading!

Judge