A/N: Thanks for being patient. I know this is a short chapter, but it's the part I have done and you guys have waited long enough. Thank you for all the support of this story...someone on this site said Rebels gets harder to write the longer it's off the air, and I see their point. SO-go show your favorite Rebels fanfic writer some love...they might need it to stay fueled creating more stories for you. I know your comments mean the world to me.

Chapter 6

"Our next stop is the Great Market on Jantal. Chopper…"

Dinner and the dishes were put away, and they were discussing their next steps, but the grumpy astromech wasn't helping. Hera narrowed her eyes at him. "Show us the hologram, Chop."

He twisted his dome and sqawked, the droid equivalent of crossing his arms stubbornly.

"Chopper." Hera stood up. The droid had been pouting all night. He'd asked Hera earlier if she was going to do anything about 'the thief.' She'd tried ignoring it, but it seemed that the girl's mistaken actions had gotten inside Chopper's stubborn chrome dome and stuck. "I will pull your battery, Chopper," she threatened.

Ezra nudged Caleb. "She's giving him 'the look.'"

"Wait." Phae stood up and limped across the room to Chopper. Caleb wondered if she was limping a little more for show because he didn't remember her limping that much today.

Chopper extended his shock prod but she didn't hesitate. "Please don't pull his battery. He's too important. I've been watching how he keeps this ship running—for example how he managed the hyperspace jump last night. What if we run into pirates or something else we don't expect? We might need this gentle, sweet droid to save our lives."

Caleb snickered softly, covering his mouth, while Zeb and Ezra outright laughed.

Phae shot them a look over her shoulder that said cut it out, then she focused back on Chopper, who had dropped the shock prod. She laid a hand on top of his dome. "I hope that one day you can forgive me."

Chopper made a muttering sound, that sounded like a grudging acknowledgement and rolled forward to project the planet as he'd been asked to do.

Caleb grinned as Phae came to sit back beside him. "You laid it on thick."

She looked excessively offended. "Are you calling me a liar?" Then she winked at him.

Sabine pointed to a place marked on the planet. "Here is the Great Market," she said. "If the saber's for sale, it will be somewhere in here."

"If we split into two or three groups, we might be able to cover more ground…put it out there that we're in the market for a lightsaber," Hera said, thinking out loud.

"What about us?" Caleb said, pointing to himself and Phae.

"You're coming with us, don't worry." Hera nodded. "You'll be with me. How about we make this a sporting proposition…girls against guys?"

"Hera, are you sure? That doesn't leave them with very much protection…" Sabine said, playfully ducking Ezra's swipe at her.

"Whoever finds it first wins…bragging rights?" Hera grinned, her eyes sparkling. "We'll land in the Genplex Spaceport, which is in a better part of town, but this search might take us into some pretty dark places, so stick together."

Everyone nodded.

"Okay. We need to get some rest. We'll make our jump tonight while everyone is asleep." Hera said.

As everyone said goodnight, and began to head back to their rooms, she stopped. "Ezra? Can I speak with you in the cockpit when you have a chance?"

"Sure." The Jedi followed her there. Hera closed the door behind them.

"I have the files from Skywalker." She sat down in the pilot's seat and grabbed her datapad.

"Phaedra's mom's file?"

"Yeah. Um…that's not all." She held forth her datapad to Ezra after pulling up some information. "There's footage…from her mother's death." She raised an eyebrow. "Looks like the Empire pulled it off of a security feed somewhere near where the event happened."

Ezra watched with sorrow in his eyes as the Jedi faced off against the Inquisitor and lost. It was just as Phaedra had described. Then he watched as the crying child called her mother's lightsaber into her hand and stood in front of the injured woman. There were two, maybe three strikes of the blade before the Inquisitor fell and the footage went black.

"Kriffing hells." Ezra muttered as he found Hera's eyes. "I mean, she told us about this, but seeing it…is something else."

"Yeah." Hera frowned. "Should we…show it to her?"

Ezra shook his head. "My instincts say no. Not at this point."

Hera nodded. "I felt the same way."

"She's just finding her feet. It might knock her for a loop." Ezra tried to imagine what seeing a holo of his parents' death, or what happened to Kanan at Malachor would have done to him at that age. "Did they send her mother's Jedi records?"

Hera nodded again. "There was a copy of them with the holo. Apparently, Skywalker and his Jedi found a cache of Inquisitor files."

"Can I look over these tonight?" Ezra asked, holding Hera's datapad in his hand.

"Sure."

He nodded, and turned to go. Then he smiled. "Hey, kinda like old times, isn't it? Night before a mission."

"It is," she stood and grinned, reminding Ezra of Kanan in some subtle way. Then he had it. Like Kanan would have, Hera was enjoying this immensely. It had been a long time since they'd had a 'job' and he was surprised and pleased to find out that Hera had missed it as much as he had. "This one's gonna be fun."

The Great Market was an amazing place to explore. They'd gotten up early, eaten a quick breakfast, then taken a public transport from the spaceport to the sprawl of the marketplace.

It was the biggest city that Phae had ever seen. Everywhere she looked there were beings of all species moving among the crowds. Strange music drifted through the warm air. Sights and smells, some good and some bad, assaulted the senses in a cacophony of opposites. She had to struggle to keep up, but her eyes kept getting drawn to stall after stall. Some had beautiful synthsilk fabrics for sale, others sparkling jewels (some real, some not). There was a stall that contained exotic perfumes. Another had cooked meat which made her mouth water, until she saw that the heavenly scent came from cooked lizards on a stick, little crisped feet sticking out in all directions. She grimaced at the alien cook, who saw her and made a noise that might have been a laugh.

She looked up to see Sabine and Hera waiting for her patiently. "Sorry," she ran to catch up, her face coloring.

"It's fine." Sabine said. "How's the knee?" Phae had looked as if it wasn't bothering her anymore, but Hera had made her wear the brace one more day to be sure, since they would be covering a lot of ground on foot.

"Oh, it's fine." Sabine could tell that Phae wasn't the type to complain. The Mandalorian nodded and ducked to the side of the thoroughfare with them to make a call to Chop on her comm.

Hera nodded. "If you need a break, let us know. Stay close though. I don't want any of us to get separated." She frowned as she thought of how easy it would be to get lost here. "Do you have the wrist comm we gave you?"

Phae nodded back, pulling up the sleeve of the shirt she had borrowed from Sabine to show it. "Right here."

"Good. Chopper can pinpoint your position if we get separated, so just comm him." Hera hoped they'd find the weapon quickly and then possibly get Phae a few outfits. The oversized, worn out clothes she'd been wearing were ready to be thrown away at the first opportunity.

Sabine was speaking back into her comm, "Thanks, Chop." She dropped her arm. "Chop says that the weapons dealer is three streets over."

"Let's go." Hera and Phae followed Sabine.

They made their way across the square, ducking away from a blurrg stall. "Ohhh, I want to see!" Phae said.

"Nope. Keep going." Sabine said, steering her the other way.

"What's wrong?" Phae asked.

"Long story. Just suffice it to say the Spectres don't get along with blurrgs." Sabine said. "Ask Caleb about it sometime."

"You do the talking in there, Sabine. We'll back you up," Hera said.

"Got it."

It turned out to be a good idea because the man was an armorer, and Sabine was wearing her full set, painted in purples and blues. When she walked in, she drew his instant attention. Hera nodded to the gentleman, then casually worked her way around the store, looking at a blaster in a case with Phae, watching the exchange through sidelong glances.

Sabine was looking around the cases as the bald human approached. He was a broad-shouldered man with a curled steel-gray mustache. "Hello there. May I say that's a lovely set of armor you're wearing?"

She looked up, setting her helmet on the counter. "Hey, thanks. You've got a nice set of blasters here," she gestured to a pair in the case below them. Can I see one?"

The armorer nodded, pulling the pair out and allowing Sabine to examine them. "Pretty rare to find a pair so closely matched," she said thoughtfully as she handed the blasters back.

"They won't hold a candle to your Westars. Is it possible to see one? I don't think I've ever had a set like that in my shop."

Sabine lifted the replacement Westar that Kallus had given her a few years back and set it on the counter. The other one was simply too valuable to trust with anyone else. The armorer picked it up, grinning at the feel of it. "Oh, this blaster…now this one's a classic." He looked down the sights. "It's been well taken care of," he complimented her, handing it carefully back.

"Thanks. However…I was looking for something a little more…exotic than the blasters you have here," she said as she holstered her Westar.

"Oh. I see. What were you looking for? A bo-caster perhaps? I have a few…"

"No. Not a bo-caster. I love my Westars, but I have also collected a large collection of vibroblades. Blades going back to before the war, high density ones and the like. I'm afraid I've become a little bored with them." She raised an eyebrow and grinned mischeviously. "Now I'm looking for…" she looked both ways conspiratorially, then whispered, "a lightsaber."

"Oh….Now that, my lady, will be a little harder to find." The armorer said, pulling at his mustache thoughtfully. "I did see one at the Langen's auction the other night. It went for quite a bit."

"Tell me all about it." She leaned in avidly.

"Well, I saw a purple one sell for well over a million credits one time, but this last time, it was a green one. Not quite so rare."

"Mmm. My favorite color is green," she sighed, playing her part well as she looked down and adjusted one of her bracers. "Who bought it?"

"Guy from the south side bought it."

"How do you know that?" Sabine asked.

"Had a bunch of body guards. Some of Sekkak's crew. You don't want to mess with them, trust me. Crime boss. He's the type of guy who is always looking for stuff to add to his collection." He looked around the room and then lowered his voice. "There's a rumor going around that he or SOMEONE is arming his men with lightsabers, so you ladies probably want to stay away from the Southside. Not that you couldn't…uh…handle yourselves," he added apologetically, "but a few public safety officers have been killed trying to interrupt operations-that's how dangerous it is."

It was all Sabine could do to hold back the sudden rush of anger at hearing that some crime boss scum was giving his thugs lightsabers. What the kriff was up with that? Sabine took a breath and managed to smile sweetly.

"Oh, it's no problem. I might go check out this auction myself. Where do they hold it?"

"On the Northside of the market. The Langen family has a warehouse over there. They auction off gear at least every week…Last week they were selling speeders, some sets of armor, jewelry and the like."

"Well, thank you so much for the info." Sabine extended her hand and they shook.

"It was a pleasure to meet you. Come back soon!" he called after her.