Chapter 4: Secrets uttered on Lothal
"I thought you were going to avoid dangerous missions," said the holographic General Rieekan.
"I only said that I would minimize risk to myself and Jacen," responded Hera. "The most dangerous parts were handled by others. But I cannot avoid all danger. The Empire has made it clear that the whole galaxy is in danger. And you and I both know that mothers and their children were killed on Alderaan. I cannot stand by and watch."
General Rieekan nodded his head. "I understand, General. Was you mission a success?"
"Yes, General. We rescued twenty-six prisoners off the Imperial hovertrain. Five of them were criminals with records that disqualified them from Alliance service. We dropped them off at the Garel spaceport without letting them know too much about who we were. Most of the rest were just innocents looking to disappear. We will help them as best we can. A few of them might be worth following up. But the only real promising recruit is Cara Dune."
"You found her. I am very glad. May I speak with her?"
"One moment, General." Hera left the cockpit and found the young woman Cara Dune in the common room. She brought her back to the cockpit before the General. "General Rieekan, this is Carasynthia Dune. Cara Dune, this is General Carlist Rieekan."
"Rieekan?" asked Cara in surprise. "Weren't you a friend of my grandfather? I didn't think you were still alive."
"I was not on Alderaan when the Empire destroyed our home world," replied Rieekan.
"But you're from Alderaan. How can you be a general? Alderaanians are passivists."
"Not all of us were passivists. You yourself are evidence of that. It was a point of disagreement between your grandfather and me. But you would be surprised to know that many more Alderaanians were like minded as you and me. Our Queen and Senator were among them."
"Queen Breha Organa and her husband were passivists," said Cara in disagreement.
"Publicly, yes," replied Rieekan. "But in secret, it was Bail Organa who started the Rebel Alliance with his wife Queen Breha's approval. Sadly, it was their efforts that made our home world a target for the Empire. They both perished in Alderaan's destruction. Their daughter, Princess Leia Organa, and others like myself and Senator Mon Mothma of Chandrila are continuing their work. We are the Alliance to Restore the Republic. It is this Rebellion that I am asking you to join."
"So, you sent these people to rescue me from the Empire?" asked Cara.
"Not exactly," replied Rieekan. "I asked General Syndulla and her crew to recruit you. I had no idea that they would raid an Imperial prison train to do it. If you're looking for someone to thank, look no further than the woman standing next to you."
Cara did give Hera a small grateful smile. She turned back to Rieekan. "I don't know much about this Rebellion, and I'm not much of a joiner. But I want the Empire to pay for what it has done to our home world. It sounds to me like joining up is the best way for me to do that."
"That is sufficient," said Rieekan. He turned towards Hera. "At this time, I do not have a place for Cara. Can she remain with your crew for the next several months?"
"That will be just fine," said Hera.
"Works for me," said Cara. "I have a couple of old Clone Wars vets that want to offer me training. I guess it couldn't hurt."
"Good," said Rieekan. "Syndulla, I have sent you a list of more possible recruits. I hope that will be useful to you."
"Yes, General."
Rieekan turned towards Cara. "Miss. Dune," he nodded. Then to Hera, "General." With that he signed off.
"Wow," said Cara. "The Organa's starting a Rebellion. I almost don't believe it."
"Unfortunately, the Empire did," said Hera. She looked down and saw Cara's right hand bandaged. "What happened to your hand?"
"Oh, nothing. Punched a stormtrooper in the helmet."
"Let me take a look," said Hera. This woman was a fighter accustomed to pain. When Hera took Cara's hand, there was only the slightest winced in her face, but it was enough for Hera to know that there were broken bones in this woman's hand. "It's not bad," lied Hera. "Broken in a few places?" Cara nodded. "Looks like it been set well. But we might have to get a bacta infusion to help it heal. No point in recruiting you if you can't fight with your right hand."
"Have had worse," said Cara, and Hera believed it. "That old clone trooper Rex tended to it. He seems to have plenty of experience in such injuries."
"Nevertheless, we will see what else we can do."
Hera led Cara down the cockpit ladder down to the main cargo bay. Walking out the main cargo ramp, they came out of the Ghost to a grassy plain surrounded by a ring of smooth rock pillars that looked like they grew out of the ground. Cara walked forward and joined Kat and Rex. Kallus and Zeb were talking. Little Jacen was with Sabine in the grass. He was patting her helmet like it was a drum.
Hera took in a deep breath of the air, and let its familiarity fill her with good memories. Once just another planet Hera's mission had led her to, now Lothal was almost like home. It was on Lothal that she had met Ezra. And it was on Lothal that Jacen had been born. Hera was seriously tempted to take Sabine's offer for her and Jacen to settle with her on Lothal. But the Rebellion still called Hera.
"When are you going to feel you've done enough for this Rebellion?" It was Kanan's voice coming from the past.
She gave the same answer she always did. "When the Empire is overthrown, and people are free to live their lives the way they want again."
"And when that time comes, how do you want to live your life?"
Hera didn't have an answer when Kanan first asked that question but looking over at her son Jacen playing with Sabine, she knew. "I will spend it with the ones I love."
Cara sat on the ground with her back against a shipping crate. She turned to Kat. "So, when does my first soldiering lesson begin?"
"Right now," said Kat. She took Cara's right hand. It took every effort for Cara not to wince. "By teaching you to fight smarter, not harder. Let me guess. You punched a stormtrooper in the helmet."
"Yeah, those helmets are harder than they look."
"I rather like the feeling of their helmets on my fists," said Zeb.
"Not all of us are lucky enough to have the thick hands of a Lasat," said Kallus.
"It could be worse," said Rex. "Those stormtroopers could still be using old clone trooper armor. Even Zeb here might not have liked the feel of that."
"None of that compares to Mandalorian armor," said Sabine, placing her helmet on her head to prove the point. The little green-haired baby boy sitting in the grass in front of Sabine laughed at the woman's helmet.
"Well then, how do I get Mandalorian armor?" asked Cara.
"You don't," said Sabine in an ominous tone. "You would have to kill one of us, and that is not easy to do."
"So, how does one become a Mandalorian?" asked Cara.
"One doesn't," answered Kat. "You either are a Mandalorian or not."
"So, you basically have to be born a Mandalorian," said Cara.
Kat nodded her head yes, but Sabine shook her head from side to side. "Not necessarily. There is a Mandalorian tradition of taking in orphans. We call them foundlings. If they are still in Mandalorian care when they come of age they may choose to remain. The tribe or clan will then take them in as one of their own. They will become Mandalorian."
"I never knew that," said Zeb.
"There's a lot you don't know about Mandalorians," said Sabine. "Being Mandalorian is more than just belonging to a race."
"Can one stop being a Mandalorian?" asked Cara.
Sabine stopped playing with the green haired baby boy. "Yes. There is an honor creed that Mandalorians must follow. If it is violated, then the offender is casted out, and his or her armor taken away. That almost happened to me once, but I fought hard to redeem my name."
"How strict is this code?" asked Cara.
"Depends on the clan or tribe," said Sabine. "Some of our most strict groups won't even take their helmets off in front of other people."
"The Mandalorians I knew took off their helmets," said Kat.
"What Mandalorians would those be?" asked Sabine.
"They called themselves the Protectors. They would train soldiers in the Grand Army of the Republic occasionally. I was able to convince them to give some training to my company when we were sitting idle on Coruscant."
"I didn't know you had Mandalorian training," said Rex to Kat.
"What did your Mandalorian training tell you about not breaking your hands?" asked Cara.
"We were trained not to throw punches," said Kat. "We weren't fighting against armored troopers. We were fighting metal droids. They did not feel good against our fists."
"Really? Didn't you get armor like the clones?" asked Cara. Kat seemed taken aback for a moment, which puzzled Cara.
Rex answered, "Yeah, they had armor. And the clone armor had backhand pieces. It helped protect the top row of knuckles, but still wasn't advisable to punch a super battle droid."
"I'm a hitter," said Cara. "There's got to be something I can do besides 'don't punch.'"
Sabine made a thoughtful noise. "Perhaps some kind of armored glove. You will have to work on it."
"I could use your help," said Cara to the Mandalorian woman.
"Yeah, you could. But I'm not offering it," replied Sabine. "I helped everyone here for old time's sake. But my place is here on Lothal."
"I thought you were a rebel," said Cara.
"I was," replied the Mandalorian woman. "But now I work here."
Rex supplied more information. "Cara, you are looking at Sabine Wren, Defense Minister of Lothal."
"We took this planet away from the Empire," said Sabine. "Any day now the Empire may return. The Rebellion has moved on, but I felt it was my duty to stay behind and help this world defend itself."
"Your duty to whom?" asked Cara.
Sabine looked down and away. "To a friend," she said mysteriously. Cara waited for her to elaborate, but she didn't.
"How did you take the planet back?" asked Kat.
"We launched their base into the sky and blew it up," said Zeb. "Heh heh heh, you should have seen it."
"Didn't the Empire have a fleet in orbit?" asked Kat.
"We took care of it," said Rex.
"How?" pressed Kat.
"You wouldn't believe me if I told you," said Rex. "Listen, we lost a dear friend in that battle. It's still a little sensitive." Kat gave up her questions, which seemed to Cara to be the point. What didn't Rex want to say about the Battle of Lothal?
With the conversation ended, Cara lay back on the grass and crossed her feet. "So, are we going to spar or do some drills? Or are we just going to just lay in the grass?"
"You want to spar?" asked Kat. "You hand is not yet healed. You wouldn't stand a chance."
Cara sat up. "You think you could take me, Old Timer?"
"I'm just as good of a fighter as I've ever been," said Kat. "It just hurts more afterwards."
Rex laughed. "I second that."
"I think sparing should wait for later," said General Syndulla as she picked up her child. "Enjoy the downtime. As Rebels we are constantly either on the run or the attack. You will learn to savor these carefree moments."
Cara laid back down. "Alright, enjoying downtime," she said sarcastically.
"I have an idea," said Rex. "Why don't I take the new recruits into town. A tour of this wonderful planet might be nice. Plus, I've been wanting to talk with Wolffe."
"Wolffe? As in Commander Wolffe of the 104th?" asked Kat.
"One and the same," said Rex. Cara couldn't keep up with the Clone Wars jargon that Kat and Rex would more than occasionally slip into.
General Syndulla interrupted. "I think a trip into town is not an option. We're supposed to be keeping a low profile here on Lothal."
"I know how to be subtle," said Rex.
Cara argued in favor of Rex's idea. Anything was better than just laying here. "Technically I'm not actually a member of your Rebellion."
"Technically," Syndulla responded. "You're a fugitive from the Empire." Syndulla shifted her hold on her baby. The little boy delighted in the momentary bounce. "But it's up to the Lothal government."
"What do you say, Defense Minister?" asked Rex of Sabine.
"Why not?" replied Sabine. "I can get them on a transport from the nearby village. Then I will beat them there on my speeder bike and make sure they keep a low profile."
"If you think their presence won't harm Lothal…" Syndulla pondered for a bit. "It's your call, Defense Minister."
"Alright. Let's visit Capital City."
"Again!" shouted Wolffe at his squad. "Come on, I know you've got more in you." Wolffe was in a gym with a dozen men and women working hard at his feet. They were soldiers of Lothal's newly formed militia. Wolffe had them doing exercises that included a pushup, coming to one's feet, and jumping in the air, then dropping to the floor and repeating. All of them were dripping with sweat. Wolffe walked around them almost tauntingly. "Push harder. The boys of the 104th could do this when they were just five years out of their growth chamber. If you want to join their ranks, you need to persevere. Do you want to be the best that Lothal has to offer?"
"Sir, yes, Sir!" said all twelve in unison.
"Do you want to be the tip of Lothal's spear?"
"Sir, yes, Sir!"
"Do you wish to be a part of the Loth-Wolfpack?"
"Sir, yes, Sir." But the recruits were tiring.
Wolffe let them work a few more seconds before finally calling out, "At attention!" The dozen men and women stood straight, breathing heavily but still standing. Despite himself, Wolffe was impressed. Unlike clones, these men and women were not bred for combat. They were farmers, miners, and city residents. Only Jai Kell, a former Imperial cadet, had military training. But now they were all soldiers. "Good work today. Squad dismissed."
Smiles came to each of their faces, a mix of relief and pride. And proud they should be. Maybe there really would be another Wolfpack.
"Just like the good old days," came a voice from behind.
Wolffe turned around. "Rex! Brother!" He laughed as he approached his brother clone. The two met, banged their forearms together in an x, and clapped each other's shoulders with the other hand. "What brings you to Lothal?"
"A little respite," said Rex.
Wolffe looked behind Rex, then straighten in a salute. "Defense Minister, Sir."
"At ease, Commander," said Sabine Wren. Initially she had rejected Wolffe's formality, but as military advisor to Lothal's Defense Department, he insisted on the importance of discipline.
Rex began the introductions. "Wolffe, meet Cara Dune and Kat. Ladies, meet Wolffe, former commander in the Grand Army of the Republic."
Wolffe whistled. "Now there's a recruit whom I would like to apply for the Loth-Wolfpack," he said as he looked Cara Dune up and down. She was young, fit, and strong. Based on her stance, Wolffe had her already pegged as a fighter.
"You're too late, old friend," said Rex. "The Rebellion beat you too it."
"I don't know," said Cara Dune. "What I just witnessed looked like fun. Do you have such elite units in the Rebellion?"
"Don't worry. You're turn for training will come," said the woman Kat. Wolffe looked closely at her. She was old for a warrior. Of course, so was Wolffe and Rex. But there was something very familiar about her, though Wolffe couldn't place it.
"Sabine, why don't you show the new girl around," suggested Rex. "We old soldiers have a few things to talk about." Sabine nodded and took Cara around. Wolffe watched as Minister Wren led Cara away.
"My apologies, Kat. I think a fuller introduction would be appropriate," said Rex. "Wolffe, this is Kat, FC-011; former lieutenant and commanding officer of Divergent Company."
"Divergent Company?" The woman's familiarity suddenly made sense. "The company of female clones in Cody's 212th?"
"Yes, Commander Cody indeed gave us our start," said Kat.
"That's right. Kat here is one of our sisters," said Rex.
"Then welcome to Lothal, Sis. A fellow clone is welcome here anytime, be they a brother or a sister." Wolffe saw a smile come to Kat's face. Wolffe did have to clarify a matter. "So, I take it they don't know that you're a clone. I mean Rex didn't fully introduce you until after Minister Wren and that mighty lady left."
"It hasn't come up," said Kat. "I'm surprised Rex hasn't told them or that they haven't figured it out."
"The existence of female clones is not widely known," said Rex. "And I didn't feel it was my position to reveal such information."
"It will come out in due time," said Kat.
"Kat!" shouted Cara from another area of the gym. "You want to train me? Here's a gym to do it."
Kat looked hesitant, but Rex encouraged her. "Go ahead. Wolffe and I will be here." She nodded to Rex. Wolffe could tell that she was resisting the urge to salute him as a commander before she left. Wolffe knew all too well how hard those old habits die.
Wolffe turned to Rex. "You found one of our sisters. It's hard enough to find any of our brothers these days."
"I know," said Rex. "But when I found her, I knew I needed to bring her into the Rebellion."
"Because of her skill as a warrior or her ability to train others?" asked Wolffe. "Cody told me how she took over three hundred of our sisters and turned them into soldiers."
"Yeah, there's that," said Rex, but Wolffe could tell that there was something else on Rex's mind. "She can do for the Rebellion what you are doing for Lothal's militia. Then there are her skills as a leader. Someone's got to lead soldiers into battle." Rex sighed. "How are Lothal's medical facilities?"
Wolffe was surprised by the change of topic. "Ah, sufficient. As you know the most advanced medical facilities were on the Imperial Command Dome that we launched into the sky. The facilities elsewhere have struggled. The Empire might not be attacking us, but they are not making it easy for us. All the usual trade routes are being blocked. We sometimes need to hire smugglers to get the necessary equipment."
"Smugglers like Hondo and Vizago," said Rex. "Do you have a phase five atomic level scanner?"
"Something that advance! Of course not. Why would you need…" Wolffe stopped and turned towards Kat. She was with Minister Wren and Cara Dune preforming the same exercises Wolffe had his soldiers doing. He turned back to Rex. "You need it for her. Kat still has her chip inside, doesn't she?"
Rex subconsciously scratched the scar where his chip had been removed. "Yeah. I promised her that I would get it removed, but I have no way to do it. We were lucky to have the equipment we had to get yours and Gregor's out, and I still am not exactly sure how Commander Tano got mine out."
"Are you sure she even has a chip? The female clones were never meant to enter combat. She and her sisters volunteered."
"They have them," said Rex. He looked down and to the side. When his gaze returned to Wolffe there was a sadness in his eyes. "I'm pretty sure she executed General Tiplee."
"Herself?" Wolffe asked.
Rex nodded his head up and down. "She only mentioned it once, and she hasn't talked about it since."
Wolffe felt an immense sadness for his sister. She had received and executed Clone Order 66. The only reason Wolffe had not received the same order was that General Plo Koon just happened to be in his starfighter at the time. Wolffe had been on the ground, and the order had gone to one of the clone pilots flying on the General's wing. Nevertheless, the event had traumatized Wolffe. To this day he still had nightmares of betraying his general. "I'm sorry, Rex. We don't have the equipment here on Lothal to detect the chip."
"I was afraid of that. If you have any ideas sent them my way." Rex shook his head. "Wolffe, I have to free her from it."
"I know you do. You freed me," said Wolffe. "I will do what I can."
"In the meantime," said Rex. "You cannot mention either Kanan or Ezra in her presence. If she knew that we used to work alongside Jedi, I can't predict how she will react. She's fine right now, but that's only because she believes all the Jedi are dead."
"I understand," said Wolffe. He nodded his head towards the women. "Let's join them. It's not every day a clone gets to be meet one of his sisters."
"General Syndulla," spoke the holographic image of Princess Leia Organa. "Have you looked over General Rieekan's list of possible recruits?"
"I have, your Highness," responded Hera. "I also compared it with a list from AP-5 on the Alliance's greatest needs."
"Yes, I had AP-5 assemble that list. I thought it would be useful."
"I'm glad to see that you survived the experience with your patience intact," joked Hera. Just by looking at the list Hera knew that the AP-5 as usual had gone into far too much detail, and his superiority complex could be seen in his writing. In person the inventory droid's distain for the Rebellion's lack of organization could really get on get on the nerves of those he worked with.
"Fortunately, I have a buffer," said the Princess. "Are you familiar with the droid C3-PO?"
Hera searched her memory. "Isn't that the gold protocol droid that once belonged to your father?"
"Actually, he belonged to Captain Antilles of the Tantive IV. But now he belongs to Luke Skywalker. He has no use for a protocol droid, so Threepio stays with me."
"Luke Skywalker?" asked Hera. She didn't recognize the name, but there was something familiar about Skywalker. Something from Hera's childhood on Ryloth. But that didn't make any sense. Skywalker was definitely not a Twi'lek name.
"I suppose you haven't met him. Luke Skywalker is a bush pilot from Tatooine. He flew in the Battle of Yavin." Hera put in the missing pieces herself. Princess Leia didn't want to say too much over a transmission. But there was only one pilot that fought in the Battle of Yavin whom Hera did not know, and that was the new kid who had fired the kill shot against the Death Star. Such a feat would no doubt cause the Empire to put a price on his head if they ever found out who he was.
Hera returned her focus to the reports. "I noticed AP-5's report stated that the Alliance lacked medical expertise."
"Yes, while we are without a base, we are trying to convert one of our frigates into a medical ship." Leia looked down and picked up a datapad. "I had an idea to recruit more medical professionals. There's a young man who is a possibility. His name is Carter Rolanga. His father was an old companion of my father. He would often accompany my father on humanitarian and relief missions, even into dangerous Clone Wars battles as a battlefield surgeon. Now his son is following his father's footsteps into the medical field."
"Are you sure he wasn't on Alderaan when it was destroyed?" asked Hera.
"His father likely was, but I don't believe he was. He recently received his medical degree on Chandrila, and his last known location was at a Chandrilan hospital where he was completing his residency."
"Then he has lost everyone," said Hera. "A trip to a Core world will be a bit risky, especially one that is known to have Rebel sympathizers like Chandrila. But it is no riskier that springing a prisoner off an Imperial prison train. We'll check it out. If we find him and he is willing to join, then we'll take him with us."
Hera changed the topic. "I notice that you and General Rieekan are pushing us towards survivors of Alderaan, but I suppose I don't blame you."
Leia looked down. "The General and I have seen evidence that the Empire is trying to silence the survivors. We are doing this as much to rescue them as we are to recruit them." She shook her head as though confused. "I can't explain it, but I somehow feel many of them are in danger."
Hera became a little uneasy. Kanan used to speak like that. Did the Princess have…Hera dismissed the thought. The Princess' father, Bail Organa knew the Jedi well. If his daughter had any such potency he would have known. "I understand. I and the Ghost crew will do whatever we can to help."
The Gran male was slammed into a very uncomfortable chair in a dark room by two stormtroopers. A bright light hit his face and he tried to shield his three eye stalks, but his hands were cuffed in binders and chained to the table. Agent Aargant sat opposite him, hidden behind the shadow of the light.
"Pasktokic, that is your name, correct?" asked Aargant. The Gran answered him in Huttese. Aargant allowed a bit of anger to enter his voice. "I know you speak Imperial Basic! If you do not do so immediately, the stormtroopers behind you will make things…uncomfortable."
"Yes, my name is Pasktokic," said the three-eyed alien with an accented voice.
"You were in the employment of Jabba the Hutt prior to your arrest by Imperial authorities?"
"No, I've never done anything illegal. It was a big mistake."
"Do not lie to the ISB!" said Aargant, now letting unleashing a lot of anger. Pasktokic tried to shrink in his chair, but the binders wouldn't allow it. Aargant continued, this time in a condescending voice. "Let me tell you what I know about you. You are a nobody. Jabba probably hasn't even noticed your absence. And you're not that smart. Finding you was pathetically easy. One call to our garrison on Tatooine and you were arrested again as soon as you stepped off the public transport in Mos Eisley. You are a terrible criminal whom neither Jabba nor the Empire really cares about. So," Aargant switched to a slightly kinder voice as he made his proposal. "You can either remain silent and spend the rest of your life in an Imperial prison, or you can talk, and I will let you go."
"You want me to tell you about Jabba? He will kill me."
"No, you idiot." Again, with the condescending voice. "I doubt you even know enough about Jabba for him to even care. I want you to talk about the Rebels who raided that hovertrain."
Pasktokic eyes opened wider as his simple mind grasped the opportunity in front of him. He could escape punishment for his petty crimes and avoid the wrath of Jabba. All he had to do was provide information on some Rebels to whom he had no loyalty. "So, they were Rebels. I didn't know."
"Of course, you didn't. Describe them."
"There was a beautiful green Twi'lek pilot, a Mandalorian, a Lasat, and several humans."
"Interesting."
"And there was a fake ISB agent," said Pasktokic.
"A what?" asked Aargant, surprised for the first time in this interview.
"Yes, an ISB agent arranged for two women to sit together. These were the women to break out first. They killed stormtroopers and escape out the side of the train. I saw the ISB agent shoot two stormtroopers and escape with the women. He came back after the train had stopped to finish off the stormtroopers and release the prisoners."
"Describe him!" barked Aargant.
"Ah, fair skinned and tallish."
"Is that the best you can do?"
"He was wearing a helmet and you humans all look alike," said Pasktokic sarcastically. But he shrank back in his chair when Aargant slammed his hands on the table. Aargant had no intention of letting this alien get comfortable.
"What about the women?" asked Aargant in a slightly calmer voice. It was easy to play both good cop and bad cop with this frighten alien. "Was this one of the women?" asked Aargant, displaying a hologram of Cara Dune.
"Yes, she was the younger of the two. I was sitting next to her at the beginning of the ride, but the ISB agent moved me. I've never seen a human female like her. Her arms were thick and powerful."
"And the other woman?"
"I didn't get a good look at her." Pasktokic flinched when Aargant scowled at him. "She was an older human woman. Slightly tanned skin and long white hair. The two women talked for some time before the escape began. But I couldn't hear them, I swear."
"Guards, we're done here," said Aargant. "Process this creature for release." The stormtroopers took the alien away.
"Are you really going to let him go?" asked an Imperial naval lieutenant.
"Yes, but make sure to put a zero-tolerance into his record. If he disobeys Imperial law, the arresting officer is to be granted the permission to terminate him on sight."
"Did you learn anything from him?" asked the lieutenant.
"Yes, I did. The older woman he described matches no prisoner on that train. Nor does she match any known Rebel operative. I will have to keep an eye out for her. But the other woman I have no doubt is Carasynthia Dune. This confirms my suspicion that the Rebellion is trying to gather survivors of Alderaan. Not only that, but I also learned which Rebels we are looking for. I know of only one group that has Twi'lek pilot, a Lasat, a Mandalorian, and a human male capable of impersonating an ISB agent. Our opponents are none other than General Hera Syndulla and the traitor Alexsandr Kallus.
"The ship we are looking for is the Ghost."
