HEY GUYS! I'M BACK! I'M SO SOORRRRYYYY.

You have permission to virtually hit me on the head because I am a lazy ! .

"It's a sewer pipe." Zeb sniffs the air and groans.

"Yes it is. And I can pretty much guarantee that we're not going to run into any stormtroopers down there." Ezra smiles and climbs down the ladder.

"Terrific." Sabine says sarcastically and follows after Zeb.

"Home sweet home." I comment and jump down. "The water levels have gone down quiet a bit."

"Since the Empire started rationing it's really dry down here." Ezra explains.

"I used to do experimental stuff here, that's why most of my paints are in the building." I trace my fingers against the walls.

"It doesn't help the smell." Zeb waves his hand in front of his face.

"Speaking of which, it does smell like you." Sabine says.

"Ezra right?" I guess.

"Wait, you two know what I smell like?" Ezra turns his head to look at us.

"Can we focus. Please." Kanan says from the back with a stern tone.

We climb up the ladder at the end of the pipe. The view is not as good as it used to be but is still a view to behold.

"What do you think?" Ezra asks.

Kanan shakes his head and sighs, "Better safe than sorry."

"What are you doing?" I look as Kanan raises his hand towards the two droids.

There's a loud clang as the droids move inside the ship.

"Wow."

"You two, up top." Kanan points up, talking to Sabine and Zeb.

"Lift." Zeb whispers and has Sabine step on his hands.

"If you guys see my paints they're in a wooden box and has the letter C carved on the bottom." I tell them as the jump on the rooftop.

"Got it." Sabine says and flips up, Zeb follows by climbing.

When we walk into the room where we're supposed to meet Trayvis, it's surprisingly dark.

"Hello?" Trayvis asks as we enter. "Who's there?"

"Senator Trayvis!" Ezra waves at him. "We're friends."

"Welcome!" Trayvis smiles and throws his arms in the air. "I was beginning to think no one on Lothal got my message."

I kind of wish no one did. I though to myself, hoping Kanan or Ezra wasn't listening.

"Senator, you're in terrible danger." Hera holds her blaster in her hand. "The Empire knows you're here."

"That's impossible." Trayvis states.

"It wasn't the most difficult message to decipher." I whisper under my breath.

Kanan jumps to the side as a laser shoots from behind the door.

Instead of running like I normally would when painting and being shot at – I freeze on the spot. I close my eyes and cover my ears; then feel warmth behind my back. Kanan and Ezra had their lightsabers out now. It comforted me a little.

"Kanan Jarrus. Jedi knight. Padawan Jabba. And what have we here? A Twi'lek I've yet to meet?" Kallus walks up to us, hands behind his back, "From your regalia I suspect you must be our talented pilot. And another little one?"

I tense up again as Kallus looks at me. Hera backs into me, trying to get me to move a bit.

"Where is the Lasat and the Mandalorian girl?" Maketh asks from behind Kallus.

"If you won't talk then my troopers will become a firing squad." Kallus threatens.

"Better do as he says." Trayvis whispers.

"Don't worry, Senator. Our friends will be along." Ezra smiles.

I shake my head to stop my vision from blurring and grab hold of Hera's arm. There's a rapid beeping and then smoke fills the room.

"Stay close Senator." I hear Hera shooting and I detach from her arm.

"What's going on?" I ask as loudly as I could.

"Just some smoke cover." Hera reassures me.

Kanan yells something over the gunfire that I don't hear well.

Ezra tugs my arm, dragging me outside. Everyone else follows.

My head started to clear again. This area looks familiar. I look around and trace my hands against the wall. I feel a loose piece of tile and pry it off.

"My stuff!" I exclaim and take out the wooden box. "My jacket!" I reach in the back and pull out my red jacket, painted with glow-in-the-dark paint patterns on the hood. "I forgot how much stuff I put in here." I take out the last item – a bag with little nicknacks I found. Mainly bolts, wires, spare parts and buttons – stuff like that.

"We got to go!" Ezra pulls me out of my memories.

"Right, right." I tie the jacket around my waist, pocketing the bag of nicknacks and run with the box in my arms.

I'm really really sorry that I've been gone for like 7 months. I didn't really feel like continuing this but now that I think about it I really like writing stuff like this. So I'll do my best to continue. I might disappear but I'll come back. Thank you for waiting for so long for this chapter. I hope you liked it considering my style has changed a bit.