The Ghost leaps out of hyperspace, the hyperspace controls exploding. Hera turns in her seat to the grumbling droid, shouting, "We get all the way to Seelos, and now you tell me the hyperdrive wasn't completely fixed?" The astromech continues his grunting. "You finished the important repairs?-How did you define 'important?'"

Ar'iabel, who is in the cockpit, chuckles at the interaction. Kanan rushes in, glaring, "What's going on?"

"Chopper and I are staying here. To clean up his mess. Take the Phantom. Hopefully we'll be ready to go by the time you get back."

"That 'hopefully' really makes me confident in our odds today."

The Twi'lek turns to the two Jedi, shooing them out of the cockpit. "Go. We have a mission."

Kanan rolls his eyes, exiting the cockpit. Keen follows after the Knight, climbing into the Phantom. Sabine marches in, depositing the droid head on the console. Keen approaches, helping to attach the old technology to the ship.

By the time the head links to the Phantom, the ship is hovering over Seelos. "Well, let's fire this thing up," the Jedi shrugs.

The eyes of the face start to glow. "I think it's scanning for a signal of some kind," Sabine comments.

"Good luck," Ezra chuckles, "You could really get lost out here."

"Maybe that was the idea. What if this great commander we're looking for doesn't want to be found?" the Lasat grumbles, crossing his arms. He leans against the wall of the ship.

"7567. 7567."

Ar'iabel's head snaps toward the droid, eyes widening slightly. A smile spreads across her face, Sabine stating, "It's homing in on something."

The droid continues repeating the number, Keen squints through the view screen, as a Walker comes into view. She points out at it, "Look, there."

The Jedi Knight pilots the ship in the direction she indicated, hovering over an old, heavily modified AT-TE.

"Now that," the Mandalorian comments, "is a work of art."

"Looks like an old Republic tank, used during the Clone Wars."

"Yeah, looks like an AT-TE, although, its difficult to tell with the modifications."

Kanan guides the Phantom down, gently setting her in the sand directly beside the tank. Zeb and Sabine leave as Kanan lowers the ramp, Ezra going to follow them. Kanan grabs his shoulder, "Ezra," he warns, "be on guard."

The boy nods at his Master, following the others out. Keen raises an eyebrow at the Knight, "What the druk was that about."

"You don't sense that? That feeling of foreboding?"

She places a hand on his shoulder, "We just have to trust that the Force has a plan in all of this."

She leaves the Phantom, Kanan right beside her. As they touch the sandy terrain, three men exit the tank, standing on the platform. Zeb looks up at them, chuckling, "It's just a bunch of old geezers."

Sabine eyes the men, studying the giant blaster-rifles hanging at their sides, "Well-armed old geezers."

The man on the left has grey hair, and mutton chops., and one cybernetic eye, surrounded by a scar. He wears faded white armour, completely coated in dust

To his left, the man in the middle, and clearly in charge. He also has dusty armour, and a bald head. A thick grey beard under friendly eyes. The final man is devoid of armour, instead wearing a dusty, grey vest. His face has some stubble covering his chin. The three share a strong resemblance.

"What do you want?" the bearded man questions.

"We're looking for someone," Kanan responds, gruffly.

"Well, that's too bad, 'cause there's nobody out here." The group of men turn around, heading back into their tank.

Ezra questioningly looks up, shouting, "Hey, uh, does the number 7567 mean anything to you?"

"What did you just say?" the bearded man states, angrily, turning back around to face the crew of rebels.

"Uh, I said 7567."

"I haven't heard those digits in..." he says in awe, "Well, that's my birth number."

"Birth number?" Ezra asks confusedly, glancing at Kanan.

"They're clones!" the Knight growls, pulling his lightsaber out. He ignites it, stepping in front of Ezra, who tries to get him to stop.

"Jedi," the scarred clone glares, lowering his blaster rifle, firing at the rebels. "They've come for revenge."

Zeb grabs his bow-rifle, lowering it, while Sabine pulls out her blaster. "Drop the blaster, old man," the Lasat growls.

"Don't try it, boyo!" the third clone says, lifting his own rifle up, "I'll gun you down."

"Stand down, troopers. Now!" The bearded one demands, adding, "That's an order, soldier."

"But he's a Jedi. A Jedi!"

The bearded clone lowers his voice, talking quietly to the scarred clone. Ezra takes the opportunity to talk to the Knight, "Kanan, Ahsoka said to trust them."

Keen gazes up at the three very recognizable faces, who somehow have yet to notice her. She knows who they are, the faded armour giving away their true identities. Before she can speak up about it, though, the bearded clone steps forward, "Sorry about the, um, weapons malfunction. My friend here is just a little defensive. See, we haven't seen a Jedi since, uh." He hesitates, knowing that the Clone Wars are a touchy subject to at least one of them. "Well, it's been a while."

Ezra smiles, waving up at the clones, "Well, my name's Ezra." He gestures to his Master, "This is Kanan." he points at the Lasat and Mandalorian, and adds, "That's Sabine and Zeb." Finally, the Padawan grabs the Jedi Master's forearm, dragging her out into plain view of the clones, various degrees of recognition flitting over each of their faces. "This is Keen. It's nice to meet you, 7567."

Ar'iabel smiles, meeting the bearded clones eyes. "No, Ezzie, his name is Rex. He was the Captain of the 501st Clone Battalion, the third best Battalion in the Clone Wars."

"I beg to differ, General. 501st was always the best, 212th wasn't bad either. Course, 87th was okay."

"Oi, you take that back! No way was Obi-Wan's Battalion better than mine! Cody was spreading rumours and you know it!"

The scarred clone rolls his eyes, "It's as if the wars never ended."

Keen rolls her eyes, "You're just jealous that the 104th was never part of the arguments, Wolffe."

"I can swear, General, that ain't the reason."

Her eyes drift to the final clone, and she smiles, "And how are you, Gregor?"

He laughs a little manically, saluting her. Kanan yanks her arm, dragging her back toward him, "What you're just okay with these guys? Didn't they try to kill you?"

"Not these clones specifically, no," she shrugs.

While Kanan is arguing with the Jedi Master, Ezra decides to keep the conversation rolling, "We were sent by Ahsoka Tano."

"Ahsoka Tano," Rex says, sounding wistful. "I fought by her side from the Battle of Christophsis to the siege of Mandalore. And a friend of hers is a friend of mine."

Keen, faking indignance lifts her eyes to the clone, "And what if they're a friend of mine, Rexy?"

He chuckles, "We'd need to make sure they'd had their vaccinations."

She smiles sweetly at him, "Aw, love you too, buddy."

The team climbs aboard the tank, entering into the rather homey interior. Gregor looks up from where he had collapsed in a chair, "Hey. You're a big one, aren't you?" he says to Zeb.

"Bigger than you."

Keen, who was directly behind the Lasat, drops into the first seat she sees, without any invitation. She props her feet up on a table, lounging back.

Ezra enters the tank, his eyes immediately drawn to the helmets sitting directly next to the door. "Whoa!" he comments, immediately picking Rex's helmet up.

"Hey, hey. Easy with those, son," the clone drawls.

"Oh, yeah, yeah," Ezra snarks, "I might move the dust." He sets the helmet back down, moving farther into the tank.

"How is Commander Tano?"

"Uh, well, in need of help," Ezra states, meeting the clones' eyes. "We all are. Look, we're trying to fight the Empire, but we're outnumbered, overmatched and taking a beating. We could use your help."

"Well, I'm not sure I'm much help to anyone these days. Didn't you hear?" He leans back in his seat, propping his arms behind his head, "The Emperor said the clone army has outserved its purpose and retired us. Now we spend our days just telling stories and slinging for joopas."

"This was a wasted trip. You heard the clone. He's not interested," Kanan grumbles, turning to leave.

Keen glares at him from her place, "Caleb!" she barks at him. "Get back in here!"

"You don't like the Empire, do you?" Ezra asks the clones.

"Well, the Empire certainly isn't the Republic, but you can't do anything about that."

"You could fight."

"Sorry, son," Rex replies, "My days as a soldier are over."

"Okay, well, maybe you can do something else, Rexy. We seem to find ourselves in need of a base. Ahsoka knows, just as well as I do, that there are some secret locations in the Outer Rim that you know about."

"Well, my memory isn't what it once was, but, um, there are a few spots I never bothered to report to the Empire. Look, why don't you wait outside and I'll put together a list of coordinates." The rebels, save Keen, leave the tank. Rex turns and looks at her, crossing his arms, a single eyebrow raised. "All of you wait outside."

"Awh, but I'm so drukking comfy. Do I have to go?" She sees the three pairs of eyes staring at her. "Fine!" she groans, lowering her feet to the ground. As she leaves the room, Keen touches the side of Wolffe's face, smiling at him, "It's nice to see your face again."

The clone shifts uncomfortably, grunting, "Whatever you say, General."