Hey guys. I have some bad news. This might be the last chapter I upload for a little while. I have suddenly had a downpour of school work, and until I get in the swing of that, I won't be uploading. Until then, enjoy this chapter.

CHAPTER 4

"Alright, here's the plan. First, you reach the hanger through the ventilation ducts. There you'll be waiting for me to walk in through the main doors and lead the most of the pirates away. Then you'll jump down, take out the remaining pirates, and free the crew. If anything goes wrong, leave me. The crew is the number one priority. Got it, Ezra? I'm surplus to requirements."

"No, I won't leave you."

"Yes, you will. That's an order."

"Yes sir," Ezra replied solemnly.

Osik, the kid's way too attached already. I just hope that doesn't blow up in his face when I kick the bucket.

"All right, let's go.

Calrand walked down the corridor, heart racing.

Bu'nas'a, I'm probably gonna die. Oh well, I had a nice run.

He reached the door.

"Ezra, You in position?"

"Yeah, Calran-"

"Call me Cal. Calrand is the formal version of my name."

"Okay. Cal, there's a lot of pirates here, at least twenty. Are you sure you want to go through with this?"

"No, but it's the best plan we've got. See ya on the other side, ner vod"

"Good luck"

Calrand lowered his helmet onto his head, and reached out to the door control. He paused, hand above the button. He took a deep breath, formed his hand into a fist, and slammed the control. He raised his acquired DH-17 and his knife, and then surveyed the room. The hanger was empty except for the Ghost, two wrecked A-wings and a pirate transport, an old LAAT, painted over with pirate colors and emblems. The Ghost sat in the lower left corner of the hanger, pirates coming and going through the main hatch. More pirates congregated in the middle of the hanger The crew sat outside to the left of the ramp. Hera, Kanan, and Sabine sat on their knees, arms restrained behind their backs. Zeb lay immobile beside them on his back, a blaster burn on his chest. He felt a deep anger swelling in his chest, like a balloon inflating. His breathing quickened, his hands clenched. Kanan and Ezra's gaze snapped to the door. Calrand took aim and charged into the hanger. He opened fire, killing five pirates in the main group. He reached them and began cutting, not even aware of what he was doing, just of this rage, this fury. He had to get it out. Calrand cut and fired and cut and fired, almost in a trance. Time was nothing. He felt something hit his back plate. Knocking him off balance. The pirate in front of him took advantage of his stumble, and brought his elbow down on Calrand's head; knocking him to the floor. He slipped out of his frenzy, realizing his current situation. He noticed that he lost his knife and blaster.

Osik, it happened again. I really need to get control of that. First…

He rolled over, facing a pirate standing over him, pointing a blaster in his face. Calrand grabbed the barrel of the rifle, ripping it out of the pirates hand, and threw it aside. He rocked back and leapt to his feet, kicking the pirate in the face, landing atop the pirate's head. He jumped from the pirates face, followed by a crunching of bone, and tackled a pirate to his left. He landed resting on the pirate's chest. He reached out, grabbing the pirates head in his hands. He twisted sharply. Upon hearing the crack, the surrounding pirates stepped back, horrified by this kill crazy mando.

Works every time. Arutii are so predictable, always so easily scared.

Calrand rose from the pirate, spotting his knife and grabbing it.

"Well!?" he said to the surrounding pirates with a point of his knife. "Anybody want some more!?"

A young pirate stepped forward, fists raised. Calrand laughed and sheathed his knife. The pirate thrust his fist forward, in an attempt to hit Calrand. He grabbed the pirate's outstretched wrist, pulling the pirate closer. He then kneed the pirate in the groin and placed his hands on the pirate's shoulders and shoved him to his knees. Calrand stepped back a pace and punched the pirate square in the forehead with the sharp end of his gauntlet. The pirate collapsed to the ground, dead.

"Seriously, anybody want this?" said Calrand as he raised his fist.

There was four pirates left out of the twenty or so pirates that were in the room at the beginning. Ezra had freed the crew, just as planned.

The four pirates laid their weapons on the floor.

"Good, sensible people for once," commented Calrand. He reached to the floor and picked up an automatic pistol.

One of the pirates faces turned white, obviously the more intelligent of the bunch.

"Well, sensible if you think you're dealing with good people. But, my foolish pirate friends, I, am not a good person." Calrand suddenly and quickly unloaded the pistol into the pirates.

"Well," said Calrand, turning to face the Ghost crew, "let's get moving."

The crew were an assortment of expressions. Ezra and Hera both looked shocked and revolted, Zeb just shocked, and Kanan, a look of disapproval. Sabine, on the other hand, a look of disappointment.

"Oh yes, so upset. But what did you expect? I am one of 'Skirata's mandos'."

"And," he said to Sabine, "why the disappointment? Is a rescue by me so disappointing?" He bowed forward with a flourish of his hands.

"That's not it," she replied. "I just wasn't hoping you weren't such a stereotypical mando. All death and destruction."

"Ah, I see. Well, as a acquaintance of Skirata, you know I'm much more stereotypical than that. Oh, well, almost."

"What's that supposed to mean?" asked Ezra

"I'll explain later," replied Calrand, a tint of sadness creeping into his voice. He banished it with haste. "Right now though, I need to know if my ship survived."

"Yes," said Hera, "it should be relatively untouched where you had it."

"Thank you, General Hera," said Calrand with an over exaggerated salute and a wink at Ezra. "Also, there's some wounded survivors, Ezra knows where, I suggest getting them."

With that, Calrand turned and marched arrogantly down the corridor.

Taabir Bat ner vode!