After developing a solid plan, the Ghost crew leave the house, Sabine and Keen leaving first. The two sneak up on a nearby Imperial, the Jedi throwing him into a nearby wall, effectively knocking him unconscious. Sabine punching out the other one. Ar'iabel turns to find the Mandalorian shaking her fist, "I miss Zeb."
The Padawan pokes his head out, when he finds no Imperials, he leads the Rodian out in front of him. "Come on, Tseebo. Move it," he hastily whispers.
Tseebo rocks his head side to side, babbling once again in Huttese, the Padawan shushing him, hoping not to draw attention to himself.
The team commandeer an Imperial Troop Transport, Kanan knocking the driver out, throwing him from the vehicle. Sabine jumps in, taking the controls. Keen assists Ezra at getting the Rodian situated on one of the benches. Kanan taking up the position beside Sabine.
The escape plan was working, until they stumble across an Imperial blockade. "I have no plans on stopping," Sabine calls to the team.
"That's good to know!" Ezra shouts back. Kanan glances back, eyes landing on Keen.
"Are you laughing?" he shouts.
"Sure am, Sandy!"
"Oh, no, no,no, you are not calling me that. You are not bringing that back."
"Yes, I am!"
The Commandant in front of the transport stands in the road, holding a hand out in front of him, "Punch it!" the Jedi shouts to Sabine. The transport barrels through the other two ships, passing through the blockade.
Kanan turns back to Master Quinara, "Why did I ever invite you along?"
"Beats me. But, you're stuck with me now."
"I could tell you to leave," he mutters, the Imperials shooting at the Ghost crew.
"No you can't!" she shouts, as the door is blown open. Outside the shuttle is a speeder, without a driver. Ezra steps toward the door, looking for the driver, and a Stormtrooper jumps in, attacking the boy.
"The Rodian!" the Trooper shouts. The Knight doesn't hesitate, leaping into the back, attacking the man. The Stormtrooper knocks him to the floor, right by the door, another Trooper on a speeder outside. Keen uses the Force to grab the Trooper that's inside the Transport, shoving him out into the other Trooper.
"Yeah," Kanan says, standing up and brushing himself off, "and why is that?"
"Hera likes me," she winks. The transport jerks forward as the other Transport rams them from behind.
A thump resounds from the roof, and then blaster fire.
"Spectre-5 to Ghost. We're coming in hot," Sabine informs.
"Can see that. You got company upstairs."
Keen rushes to the front, and through the window, she sees the Ghost get bombarded with laser fire. "Shields holding, but I need that transport taken out. Chopper, you got this?"
Master Quinara swiftly shuts her eyes, her hand forming a fist. She feels the Transport behind them begin to cave in on itself, the Troopers bailing from the ship. She doesn't let the barrage up, until she's confident the ship is completely destroyed.
The com is silent for an awkward amount of time, until Zeb finally says, "Okay, you're all clear. Pull over, and we'll–"
The Lasat is cut off by the Captain, "Belay that. Have to be a scoop job. Sensors reading multiple TIEs incoming."
"TIE fighters will begin mass production on Lothal within the next six weeks," the Rodian rambles.
Keen turns around to find Ezra crouched beside Tseebo, "You're just full of fun facts," the kid says.
Kanan pulls himself onto the roof of the transport with a grunt. Ezra follows his Master, leading Tseebo. The Jedi Master assists the Padawan in lifting the Rodian to Kanan.
"You ready?" Ezra asks the Mandalorian.
"Yeah. Autopilot's engaged. This thing'll run till it's out of fuel."
"Well, great, let's go then," Master Quinara insists, boosting Sabine and Ezra to the roof. The Jedi leaps up, seeing Agent Kallus climb onto the roof of the Transport. "Go! Go!" she shouts, as the Imperial fires his blaster at her. She ducks around the lasers, manipulating the Force to turn the blasts back toward the Agent, of which they all miss. Keen jumps, landing on the open ramp.
Kanan places a hand on her shoulder, "You good?"
She shoots him a glance out of the corner of her eye, "Never better. You?"
"I need my gunners. Shields won't hold long under this barrage," Hera says over the Ghost's speakers.
"Almost there," Kanan calls to the ceiling, running for a gun turret, Master Quinara rolling her eyes.
The Jedi heads for the lounge area, spying Sabine, Ezra, and Tseebo.
"I have to man the nose guns."
"I'm coming with," the Padawan shouts, starting to follow the warrior. The Ghost shakes, Keen stumbling, slamming hard into the wall, a groan escaping her throat.
"Ezra? Ezra Bridger," the Jedi hears, as she regains her balance. She places her hand on her sore arm, rubbing it, trying to relieve the pain.
The Rodian babbles in Huttese, and then says, "It is you!"
"Yeah, Tseebo. It's me." Keen walks closer to the trio, leaning slightly against the holo-table.
Tseebo babbles some more in Huttese. Master Quinara's eyes widen. "Holy Druk!" Keen hisses out.