Galactic date: 13 December, 2 BBY

Location: Hideout

Kanan lay in his bed, unable to fall asleep. He had been thinking a lot lately, especially the death battle on the volcanic planet of Lola Sayu. Never did he knew that this will mark one of the greatest moments of his life. He still had no idea how a salvage mission of his apprentice became his military wedding.

A grunt came from outside the room. Followed by another. Soon the place was filled will grunting and sounds of punching. Kanan rolled over his bed and found the source of all the racket. He saw his padawan standing at the corner of the room, throwing punches on a rugged sandbag.

"Can't sleep?" Asked Kanan. He wondered why was Ezra up in the middle of the night. "Yeah. Couldn't stop thinking about the events on Lola Sayu." Ezra paused and grabbed his body glove. "I've been thinking, master. About the 'direct attack' thing." Kanan looked at Ezra. He was surprised it only took him hours to figure out his message. "So what did you come up with?" He asked.

"Well...maybe we should free Mandalore. They get the freedom they deserve. We get a powerful ally. Win-win." Kanan couldn't believe his ears. When he first met him in the streets of Lothal three years ago, he was a selfish person that cared of nothing but himself. Now he's volunteering to liberate a whole planet of his enemy, the Mandalorians. He's changed a lot. Thought Kanan.

"Kid, I know you're doing this for the good of the people. Here's the thing: You are gonna get killed the second they know you are a jedi. We drove them to near extinction thousands of years ago. They see us as their greatest enemy. You can't just go in there and kill every stormtrooper on that planet." Ezra crossed his arms and leaned against the wall. He knew deep down, his master was right.

But he wasn't dumb. There's a reason he contacted only the Skirata and Wren clan. "Kanan, I'm not a kid anymore, and I know what I'm doing." Ezra wore his body glove and went back to his room. He left a question before he left, "Can we talk about this after we get rid of this slave empire? I don't want to be distracted." Kanan replied "Alright. If you say so."

Four hours later, aboard the Kanera...

Zeb was at the bridge with Chopper and several admirals. He was assumed second in command while Kanan was down on Zygerria. He's still trying to figure out how to get revenge on the droid when a dot appeared on the radar of the battleship. Apparently it was an escape pod. "Commander Orrelios, they're trying to contact us." An officer said. "Patch them trough." Ordered Zeb.

"May...sssh...my name...sssh...Galen Marek...please he...we've been...by imperial crusiers...the only one left." Zeb may be a grumpy person, but even he would always offer a hand for people that have problems with the Empire. "Send a shuttle to retrieve the escape pod." said the Lasat, having no idea he was bringing a double agent aboard their best ship.

The shuttle came back with the escape pod minutes later. Zeb was about to start asking questions when Wolffe appeared from nowhere. "Let me do the talking." Said the clone. "You'll get your chance Wolffe. I have a feeling he's more than just a fellow running from the Empire. Besides, I do have a scary face." Wolffe reluctantly agreed. He went to check the pod for booby traps while Zeb brought him to an interrogation room(with nothing but chairs) for questioning.

Meanwhile...

Ezra and Sabine lay on the roof of a building next to the palace. The two waited as Zygerrians plopped down around a well-decorated table for the meeting. "I got Kanan's signature, no sign of Sunstorm." Said Ezra. "Guess we'll have to wait for quite a while." He continued.

Sabine always loved Ezra. He was the one and only person that would give his life for her without asking at all. She wondered how Ezra's life was like before he met the crew. He lived on his own since he lost his parents. He didn't deserve that. A cancer was buried in Sabine after the second battle of Lola Sayu. "How could I ever repay him? After all he did for me?" Sabine whispered under her helmet.

Ezra could feel her distress. His sensitivity has grown over the past two years. Now he could read one's mind like Kanan did when he trained Ezra. "You looked troubled. You ok?" Ezra broke the silence between the lovers in war. "Yeah. I'm ok. The meeting's starting." Replied Sabine.

Ezra tuned his sniper scope. Kanan activated his recording device and his comlink to keep Ezra updated on everything going on inside the room. "So, shall we begin?" Said a Zygerrian.

"I am proposing a plan to build a weapons factory in the Kadavo system. It will be three times bigger than the one rebuilt three years ago. When complete, we shall receive more than 100000 various weapons per day." Another Zygerrian said.

"The Sunstorm would gladly agree. If we didn't already have a factory on Kadavo." Replied a slave trader at the Zygerrian's opposite. While the scumbags debated, Hera disguised herself as a slave and snuck into the palace.

"This is Spectre 2, I'm in. Do you have eyes on target?" Asked Hera. Ezra pointed his rifle at the Zygerrian that revealed himself to be the leader of Sunstorm. "I have a shot. Should I take it? Hera? Hera are you there?"

The comlink went static. No one was answering his call. Ezra grew anxious, his finger was poised on the trigger. "Kanan, get ready to run." He signalled. Ezra knew it was now or never. He bent his finger backwards.

Boom

The room broke into chaos. Everyone was trampling on one another and running for their lives. Kanan picked up the VIP and bolted outside, but the only entrance was crawling with guards. "Guards at the entrance. Drop them." Ezra and Sabine took down the watchmen in no time. "Bullseye." Thought Ezra.

Hera was at the basement. She was leading the slaves trapped inside to free world, "Somebody get me a transport or thing are gonna go really bad for them!" yelled Hera. She and the slaves were out in the open. The only thing keeping the people distracted was Ezra and Sabine. She needed a ride, fast.

"I'm always on schedule, generals." An unknown voice came from the crew's comlink. A gunship shot out of nowhere and went guns blazing on the Zygerrian guards. Hera and the rescued hopped onboard and three clones got off the gunship, followed by a torgruta.

"How everyone?" Asked Ahsoka's through the comms. "We're all good. No injuries, VIP secure. Now we'll have to wait for the other gunship."

Kanan stared into the sky and saw the sight of another LAAT headed their way. But he could hear more that just the roaring engines of the gunship. Something else was coming.

He turned around and saw a Zygerrian Starhopper hovering above them. It launched a volley of lasers onto the gunship. The LAAT smoked and bursted into flames. A large explosion erupted from the other side of the city. Black smoke soon filled the sky. The Starhopper zoomed past Ezra. It reversed its direction and headed straight for him. "Great, how do we get out?" Asked Kanan.

Ezra grinned. "I got this."