Galactic date: 12 December, 2 BBY

Location: Zygerria orbit

A corellian VCX-100 entered the queue of traffic above Zygerria. It was painted brown with a tiny starbird signature on its hull. Inside rested the Ghost crew, a rebel cell tasked to liberate the planet by all humane means.

Kanan, the leader of the cell, leaned against one of the supply crates and briefed the crew. "Alright listen up! Sabine and Hera will be disguised as slaves to help us maintain a low profile. Once we're on the ground we'll rendezvous with Kontari, our Zygerrian contact. Ahsoka and Rex will be here tomorrow, 09:00. Then we can discuss our next move. Zeb will take over the ship and regroup with the fleet. And chopper! Take care of Ramin."

Ramin was Kanan's one year old twi'lek son. He had experienced plenty of battles with the rebels and Phoenix squadron, although he was a child. Ezra constantly tried to teach him the ways of the Force since he believed Ramin was Force-sensitive, but there had been no developments so far.

The repainted Ghost landed in an empty airfield. Sabine was wearing a dress that made Ezra struggle not to let red flow through his nose. Kanan didn't seem to have any problem with two exposed women in front of him though, likely because he got used to sleeping with Hera.

"How long is the walk?" Ezra groaned impatiently as the crew walked along the streets of Zygerrian. His nose was getting more and more unstable every second. It felt like his blood vessels in his nose are about to explode. "It won't be long Ezra. Relax." Replied Kanan. He had no idea what was causing Ezra to have an interior havoc.

"Easier said than being done, master." Ezra used the Force instead of his own eyes to guide him through the trip to avoid staring at Sabine for too long. But he never regretted to get involved in this mission. There was a bigger purpose behind all of this.

They entered an alley. It was dark and smelled like a trash compactor. Kanan knocked on a door next to a pile of garbage. The door hissed open moments later, and the crew entered, trying not to draw attention from the people on the streets.

"Good to see you." An old Zygerrian with crutches greeted them. Ezra couldn't help but groan, "Finally! My nose was about to blow up!"

"Sometimes blending in the environment is difficult." Kontari chuckled. "Anyway take a seat."

The crew gathered around a table and grabbed their seats. Ezra kept his nose covered the whole time. "Sunstorm. A slave syndicate. Close friend of the Emperor himself. You'll have to get to him first if you intend to bring down this empire. He'll be attending a summit in the palace tomorrow 09:00. That's your chance."

"Thanks Kontari. I will disguise myself as a Zygerrian with the chameleon devices Kontari gave us. Ezra and Sabine will establish overwatch in this building." Kanan said as he pulled out a hologram and displayed a map of the palace and all nearly buildings. "Once the meeting starts Ezra will identify the leader and stun him. That's when Hera comes in. She'll free the slaves in the palace and distract the guards while I secure the VIP. Any questions?"

"No. Under the condition of not to cause me another nose bleeding rampage." The whole room paused, and broke into laughter seconds later. Ezra held his head with his hand. He still couldn't understand how Kanan nailed it off without going on a bleeding spree.

"You still remember the battle two years ago?" Kanan asked after everyone settled in to their new hideout. "Yeah. But mostly the what-for." Answered Ezra. He knew many things happened at that time. Him discovering his love of Sabine, and his master having his new family, for real.

"You're getting closer, Ezra." Kanan said. "Closer to what? Defeating the Empire?" Ezra sounded confused. They've had some victories, but the Empire wash rowing stronger every day, every moment.

"You need a direct attack." That was the last sentence his master said before he went back to his room to check his gear. "A direct attack. A direct attack. What does that even mean?"

"A direct attack. A direct attack..." Hera punched him in the should with no warning. "That's how Kanan got my attention." Ezra's mind was blown. He had no idea about the meaning behind all this. "Come on Ezra, the answer must be obvious..."

Meditating. That was the first thing he thought of to help him find an answer. He sat on the floor and crossed his legs. He closed his eyes and let his mind roam free.

He saw people, people he couldn't recognise. He then came across a list with words that made no sense to him. He scanned the list again, and realised the words were actually names, names of all the people he met in his whole life. He 'scanned' the list, it scrolled itself down. It went faster and faster, and there was no sign of stopping.

The list suddenly stopped. Ezra was now staring at a name, Jaden. Jaden was one of the cadets that went to the Lothal imperial academy with him. Word had that he dropped out days after Ezra escaped the dreaded place. He was a Mandalorian, just like Sabine.

Ezra took a closer look at the name and noticed his full name. Another one of his noble thoughts flashed by his mind. He activated his comlink and hailed the Liberator. "Is commander Sato here?" "I'm speaking. What is it?" Said a voice from the other side. "I need you to do me a favour, commander."

Sato knew Ezra well. To him, Ezra was a great warrior, cunning, but a man with honour. He would do anything to help his friend. "Anything General." Ezra's voice came from the speaker. "Contact the Skirata and Wren clan on Mandalore. There's someone I need to speak to."

Meanwhile, aboard the star destroyer Dominate...

A man with a scarred face marched into a dark room. He went to his knees and said, "You summoned me, Master." A hooded figure marched out from darkness. It wasn't anyone else, it was Vader. "The inquisitors failed my demands. Your training is complete, my apprentice. The rebels are currently on the planet Zygerria. Blend in with them, and wipe them out. Good luck, Marek."