Everyone gathered in the Command Center. And they all wore the same expressions on their faces.

Kanan couldn't believe it. The attack was successful. They destroyed all four light cruisers and the capital ship. They should be celebrating their victory, but, of course, it came with a price. Ahsoka had to sacrifice herself for the entire fleet to escape, and they left her behind with the Imperial convoy. An honorable deed, sure, but after everything Ahsoka had been through, she didn't deserve to be paying the price.

"Does she always do that?" Ezra spoke up. "She did it to me and Kanan on Malachor. Now, she's doing it for the entire fleet."

"Apparently, yes," Rex confirmed. "She probably got that from her master."

"We need to get her out." Kanan insisted. "We have to."

"I appreciate that, Kanan," Rex started to say. "But—"

"But what?" Ezra interrupted. "We're just gonna stay put and move on while they torture her for information? I'm with Kanan. We need to rescue her from the Empire."

"As much as I want us to rescue her," Rex brought up. "We don't even know where they're holding her. Plus, she gave us a direct order not to stage a rescue."

Rex did have a point. There's no point in rescuing Ahsoka if they don't even know where she's being held.

"And if we're going to rescue her," Rex continued. "It's going to take everything we have. We'll need more help."

Kanan didn't know what to do. Rex was right, considering Ahsoka's status as a former Jedi and now a Rebel General, the Empire will make sure she will be heavily guarded. They will need more help.

So after their meeting in the Command Center, Kanan went up to the roof deck. It was where Ahsoka came to be alone with her thoughts. Maybe it could help them.

He sat down and meditated. After a few hours of nothing, just as he was about to give up when,

"Seeking help you are, I presume." A gentle voice said.

Kanan opened his eyes and suddenly the roof deck of Chopper Base disappeared. He was still sitting in meditation position but the platform he was sitting on was floating in midair. In front of him, sat an old Jedi Grandmaster, Yoda.

"Master Yoda," Kanan bowed his head towards the Grandmaster. "I need your advice. Ahsoka is in trouble. I thought you can help us."

"Ahsoka Tano," Yoda said her name like an incantation. "Strong with the Force she is, yes. But know better than to rescue her you do, hmm?"

"I know, master. She said the same thing." Kanan said. "It's going to be a trap, but she's more than that. She represents hope. All of us Jedi do."

Yoda sighed. "An ally you will find, yes." He said, adjusting his cane. "A friend of yours, a survivor, hmm."

"Other surviving Jedi?" Kanan blurted out. "Where do I find them?" He asked.

"Find you he will," Yoda said before disappearing.

"Where will he find me?" Kanan asked. "And how?"

Kanan opened his eyes and he found himself back in the roof deck of Chopper Base. He sensed Hera and Ezra's presence close by. He turned to the doors and saw them exit onto the deck.

"Well, any luck?" Ezra asked.

"I'm not sure," He admitted. "According to Master Yoda, someone will come to help us."

"And where will we find this help?" Hera wondered.

"He said the help we seek will find us," Kanan explained. "But I'm not sure how."

"Well, we'll be doing a supply run in Lothal," Hera informed. "Maybe we'll find this help there."

As it turns out, Master Yoda was right. The help did find them, in the form of another Jedi survivor like himself.

Once they arrived on Lothal, they split up. Kanan went with Sabine, and Zeb went with Ezra. On the way back, they were chased by stormtroopers, which wasn't really a surprise. But what surprised him, was that Zeb and Ezra came back with another person.

The guy was about Kanan's age. A Zeltron, he thought. He had pinkish-red skin, green eyes, and spiky black hair with shaved sides, a circle type of beard, and had a long white scar by his right jaw. He was also wearing a blue mechanic's jumpsuit underneath his dark brown jacket.

"Thanks for getting me out of there," The Zeltron guy said.

Kanan frowned at Ezra. "Who is this guy?" He jabbed a finger at the Zeltron. "And where did you find him?"

"Oh, this is Gorden," Ezra introduced him. "He's a mechanic who just moved to Lothal. He helped us escape several Stormtroopers."

Kanan had a weird sense that he should know this guy. At first, he was skeptical, until their new friend called him Master Serious. That's when he remembered. It's the Zeltron he used to spar with as younglings in the Jedi Temple.

"Darius," Kanan recalled. "Darius Kymeri."

Darius managed a smile. "It's great to meet you again in these troubling times, Caleb Dume."

Then it hit him. An ally you will find, yes, Yoda had said. A friend of yours. A survivor.

"Of course," Kanan exclaimed. "You're it. You're the help Master Yoda was talking about."

"Wait," Darius frowned. "You talked to Master Yoda? How?"

"Well, it's a long story," Kanan said. "And honestly, I'm not even how you're gonna help us rescue Ahsoka, but—"

"Hold on, Ahsoka?" Darius repeated. "Ahsoka Tano?" He gave a halfhearted smile. "She's alive. That's good to hear. But rescue?"

"She's been captured by the Empire," Ezra spoke up. "Well, technically, she gave herself up so that the rest of the fleet can escape."

Darius made a painful expression. "That sounds like something she would do."

Ezra leaned forward. "You know Ahsoka?"

Darius shrugged. "She's a friend." He blurted out. "Our first mission together was hunting down several bounty hunters."

After several talks, they agreed to bring Darius to Atollon, to their base.

"Darius," Kanan said, putting a hand on his shoulder. "Welcome to Chopper Base. It's not much but it's one place the Empire can't find us, for now."

Several crew members were tending to the A-Wings in the Hangar Bay as Rex came to meet them.

"Had a good run?" He guessed.

Kanan shrugged. "Being chased by Stormtroopers is all in a day's work."

Zeb glared at Ezra as they pushed a crate together. "Well, we have Ezra to thank for that." He said. "The kid caused enough commotion to get the attention of those bucketheads."

"Well, someone helped us escape." Ezra pointed at Darius.

Rex noticed him for the first time and regarded him. "Who is this?"

Darius narrowed his eyes at Rex, then widened in surprise. "A clone!" He then grabbed his blaster from his holster.

Kanan lowered Darius' hand. "No, wait," He stopped him. "He's a friend, you can trust him."

"Or so we thought," Darius said, looking angry. "The likes of him are the same ones who killed my master. How do you think that's supposed to make me feel?"

Rex stepped forward carefully. "Commander Kymeri?"

Darius blinked. "How do you know me?"

"I remember every Jedi I served and fought alongside with," Rex said, then gave him a hand salute. "Clone Captain 7567 of the 501st Legion, at your service."

"Wait, 7567?" Darius was in deep thought. "Rex."

Rex smiled. "Well, you remembered." Then his face dropped. "I'm sorry to hear about General Plo Koon. But I'm glad to see you still alive, sir."

Darius managed a smile and nodded. "Thank you, Rex."

Once they got to the hallways, Darius once again reached for his blaster when they came across Wolffe and Gregor.

Wolffe looked particularly flabbergasted. "Commander Kymeri?"

"Wolffe?" Darius shrieked. "Is that really you?"

Wolffe gave him a sad smile. "You're taller than me now," He pointed out. "And you have a beard."

Darius shrugged. "Time flies so fast you don't even notice."

Wolffe snorted. "Well, it's been a long time, kid." He placed a hand on Darius' shoulder. "Glad you're still in one piece."

Darius unexpectedly gave Wolffe a hug and tapped his back. "It's good to see you again, old friend."

Rex then pointed at Gregor. "And that's Gregor." He introduced his other clone brother. "Don't worry, we're the only clones here."

Gregor grinned and gave him a hand salute. "Commander." He acknowledged. "It's great to see Jedi again."

Kanan brought Darius to the roof deck afterward, hoping to get away from all the tension he noticed his friend was carrying.

"This is a nice change of environment," Darius said, looking at the horizon. "A big change from all the scum and villainy brought by the Empire."

"Ahsoka likes coming up here too," Kanan brought up. "She said it helps her think and also to meditate."

"Well, you're not wrong," Darius agreed. "It's more peaceful up here. It's not like the temple, but it works."

Kanan could still sense Darius was still having second thoughts about the clones. "I know how you feel," He blurted out.

Darius raised an eyebrow at him. "What?"

"The clones," He said. "Believe me when Ahsoka first mentioned finding a friend of hers in Seelos, she never mentioned anything. When I saw they were clones, all I wanted to do was to avenge my master for what their likes did to her."

Darius nodded. "I hear you," He said. "But even if we did, it won't bring our masters back."

Ezra eventually joined them on the roof deck.

"So, Darius," Ezra spoke up. "Why didn't you tell us your real name the first time?"

"The same reason your master changed his," Darius answered, turning to Kanan. "To avoid detection. But I'm still calling you Caleb."

"Also, you seemed close to Wolffe," Ezra noticed. "How do you two know each other?"

"Wolffe was a Clone Commander who served under my master, Plo Koon," Darius explained. "The same way Rex served under Ahsoka's master, Anakin Skywalker."

"So, how did your master—" Ezra started to ask.

"Ezra!" Kanan glared at him. Shut up and don't bring it up! He also expected Darius to be mad about it but instead, he sighed.

"No, it's alright," Darius took a deep breath before speaking again. "It's about time I talk about it. I haven't really talked about it to anyone." He then proceeded to tell them about how he survived when the clones turned.