AN: Yes, this will definitely contradict season 4 when it's out, but it's a fanfic, that's kind of how fanfic works.

On Mandalore, Near Sundari

It was midday in Mandalore's desert when the Ghost emerged from Hyperspace. Onboard, Sabine, Kanan, Ezra, Rau, and Tristan were discussing the plan of action.

"So, our father is being held in Sundari Prison, here," said Tristan, pointing at a map. He zoomed out to include the desert around the city.

"Wow, there are more guards than usual," added Sabine, shocked. "I say we come in at the least guarded area, from the north, by speeder bike. Then, if we need backup, the Ghost can come in and aid us."

"It's decided then," said Kanan. "Sabine, you and Chopper take the Phantom and be ready to use your jetpack, while Rau and I stay on the Ghost, and Ezra and Tristan take the speeder bikes.

"Okay," replied Sabine.

Later, Ezra and Tristan were riding on their speeder bikes, when they arrived at the north gate. They had already encountered several members of Clan Saxon, but defeated them. Sabine was flying with her jetpack not far behind, and landed shortly afterward.

Two Mandalorians, a male and a female, were guarding the gate. The male said to the strike team:

"Halt. Who are you? No one enters Sundari without proper identification."

"You will let us pass…" said Ezra.

"I will let you pass," said the Male.

The female, shocked, said to him, "You incompetent fool, he's a Jedi! It's a mind trick!" She punched him, and he fell down, unconscious. She then grabbed Ezra by his collar and said:

"Who are you, Jedi? I will let you pass, but only if you identify yourselves."

"Woah, woah! My name is Ezra, this is Sabine and Tristan, and we're with Clan Wren," replied Ezra. The woman put Ezra down and removed her helmet, revealing a middle-aged woman with bright green eyes and red hair.

"Bo-Katan Kryze is my name," she said, "leader of Clan Kryze, and Secretly in charge of the Sundari Resistance. I believe Mandalore should only be ruled by honorable Mandalorians, not outsiders like Maul or puppet sellouts like Gar Saxon."

"I'm surprised you don't have more followers," said Sabine, "I thought everyone, minus Clan Saxon and a few others, would follow you."

"Most of them bowed down to the Empire in fear," said Bo-Katan. "Of course right after I freed Mandalore from Maul, the Republic, who had helped, became the Empire and took over."

"Well, we need to go, if you want to help us, feel free," said Tristan.

"Thank you, but I can't blow my cover yet," replied Bo-Katan.

The strike team entered the gate.

The Seventh Fleet emerged from hyperspace above Mandalore.

"Jam all transmissions," said Thrawn, "Inquisitor, I am trusting you with the Ground mission."

"Very well," said the Ninth Sister, who got in a shuttle and left the Chimaera.

Onboard the Ghost, where the Phantom had docked, Hera and Kanan waited.

"Let's contact Sabine," said Kanan. "Hopefully nothing's happened."

"Spectre 5, do you copy? Spectre 6?" Static. "They've Jammed Transmissions," said Hera, nervously.

Rau said, "I have three Destroyers on our sensors, with a shuttle heading for the surface."

"Kanan, Rau, go help them!" Hera ordered.

They got in the Phantom and took off.

Meanwhile, Tristan, Sabine, and Ezra had made it into Sundari Prison.

"Here, cell 1124," said Sabine quietly. They entered.

In the cell, a man with brown-gray hair looked up at the three individuals. "Sabine? Tristan? Is it really you?"

"Yes father, it's us, we're getting you out of here," said Sabine.

"You shouldn't have come back," said Sabine's father.

"Well we did, because it's the right thing to do," said Tristan.

"No, I'm serious! They know you're here, they sent an –" He suddenly reached for his throat and was lifted into the air.

"Father? Father!" cried Sabine. Her father fell to the ground, unconscious.

Sabine and Tristan leaned over their father's unconscious body, and then they heard a female voice.

"Oh, don't worry, he's not dead, yet."

Sabine, Ezra, and Tristan turned around to see a human female in an all too familiar uniform. The woman ignited a red blade.

"An inquisitor…" said Ezra, shocked.