Yo- let me tell you guys, I wasn't actually planning on doing a chapter in the rest of the crew's point of view, but azulablue92 gave me the idea of Hera, Zeb and Kanan watching the bay explode and it wouldn't leave my head. The next chapter is almost ready, so it should be up by tomorrow- but I can't make any promises. Laptop finally died, the only other computer I have access to is everyone's- so updating may get a little hard, but I'll stick with you guys if you stick with me. :)

Disclaimer: Dudes, if I were head of Disney/Star Wars, I'd have a replacement laptop like THAT. But I don't. And that makes me sad. :(

Hera knew Kanan wasn't at all satisfied with how things were going.

She knew he'd been reluctant to let Ezra go in there alone in the first place- but leaving both him and Sabine? Well, understandably, that took things up a notch. They all knew both Sabine and Ezra were capable of taking care of themselves... but she'd seen even Zeb's ears perk up in worry when the Mandalorian had mentioned Ezra's injuries.

They were leaving them in a hostile facility. With enemies swarming around the entire place to look for them. With injuries. And no direct way out. Yes, Hera had given Sabine the option of the sewer tunnels, but they couldn't guarantee that that route would even be possible for the two Spectres to go down through. And Hera didn't have the schematics for where it came out- she had a feeling she'd be able to look up that information in the data package Fulcrum had sent, but that was back on the Ghost...

And the further she drove the Phantom towards their home-ship, the further her hopes sank.

They were teenagers. Kids. Capable- yes. But they were kids. And they were alone- and Hera was flying away from them. Granted, she knew there was no other option; the Phantom's shields had been down to three percent by the time Hera had finally recognized leaving and regrouping later was their best chance at coming away unscathed.

Or, mostly unscathed. Both Kanan and Zeb had attained some new battle-scars- nothing major, just a burn to Kanan's upper left forearm and most probably heavy bruising on Zeb's middle. There had been nearly twenty soldiers waiting to ambush them- and they'd been smart. Or, most likely, the commander ordering them where to go had been smart. They'd taken cover from behind the finished and half-finished vehicles scattered around the bay, where Hera wasn't going to risk shooting for fear of upsetting the bombs and blowing both Zeb and Kanan away. Likewise, both he and the Lasat had to fire with care- while the stormtroopers, facing away from the bombs, had been firing without worry.

Of course, the four Spectres might have been able to handle that and still make an exit with Sabine and Ezra if it hadn't been for the anti-air craft canons cleverly hidden in the walls. Apparently, this commander Morden of the facility was even sharper than her intelligence suspected- instead of installing the canons on the roof, as was per Imperial standard, he'd built them on the inside behind the walls, making them accessible to shoot any outside intruders with the addition of mechanic sliding hatches. Hera hadn't noticed them until their barrels had protruded from the walls of both the tower and the storage areas next to the construction bays and started firing at the Phantom.

Powerful, hard to hit, and machine operated with targeting systems, Hera had almost no window of opportunity to fire back at the canons, leaving her with little offense and defense. Combined with how many enemies there were... if Sabine hadn't called them off when she did, Hera probably would've been forced to retreat.

"How long?" Kanan asked, and if Hera listened hard, she could've heard his voice crack just ever so slightly. She knew these things about him. And she also knew that despite his lack of clarification, he wasn't asking when they could go get their Spectres, but when would they have them.

Hera gestured to the Phantom's dash and his own injuries. "Maybe an hour? More? We can take the Ghost (once Hera docked the Phantom she doubted it would take off again without engine repairs), but those sewers have a lot of branches- multiple waste sites so they don't immediately clog one. My guess is that they'll take the simplest route, but if they're being pursued..." Chopper beeped from the back of the Phantom, and Hera nodded her head in agreement.

"And that's just assuming they'll take the sewers in the first place. The best thing to do would be wait until they get out of range of the jamming, comm us and give us their location-"

Hera's scanners went red, and there was a faint 'boom' behind them. Fearing another attack, Hera spun the Phantom around to try and make out any missiles or other weapons streaking towards them-

And the four Spectres inside saw one of the factory bays go up in smoke. Hera's eyes went wide, and Kanan stiffened behind her while Zeb lumbered off his seat to get a better look at the explosion. "Was that... the eastern one?" Zeb asked woodenly, trying not to show emotion because their two crew-mates were supposed to be in there-

"...Yes-"

Zeb cursed behind her, and Kanan's already clenched fists started sporting white knuckles. Hera's head raced, trying to put together a situation in which Sabine and Ezra would need to activate those bombs. Distraction maybe?

No- if they blew up the bombs as a distraction, Sabine would have used her wrist activator to blow the ones in the western or northern bombs to blow the stormtroopers off their trail. She wouldn't blow the eastern to cover their tracks... which meant some other force had blown the bombs. Hera desperately hoped neither of her Spectres had been close enough to-

Hera swiveled her head around to look at Kanan behind her. Chopper had been forced to give up control of the station's jamming frequencies, leaving them unable to communicate with Sabine or Ezra. Kanan was the only one who could shed even a little light on the situation, who could know if something major had happened-

"...I think they're alive." His face was stretched thin and his eyes looked gaunt as he focused, staring at the ball of flame that was quickly dying down. "I know Ezra is, I can feel him, but..."

But they had no eyes on Sabine.

Hera's gut clenched, and she felt an overwhelming need to go back and help- but the Phantom would be useless. It could barely hold off a single Tie fighter now, much less an entire station bristling with anti-air canons. If she went back to help Ezra and Sabine, she was almost completely certain they would be taken out.

They had to leave.

They had to leave, and wait, and study the schematics of the sewers, and when they received a call with their Spectre's locations, they would spring. Hera comforted herself with that. It didn't have much effect, though. Her crew was still in that tower- and she had to leave them entirely on their own to get themselves out.

They didn't have a choice. Sabine and Ezra were under their radar now, and they could only find them when they called out. Until then, she and Kanan and Zeb and Chopper would just... wait.

And hope and pray to whatever gods there were that they had both made it through the explosion.