Galactic date: 13 December, 2 BBY

Location: Zygerrian royal palace

Ezra and Sabine leaped onto the incoming Starhopper and smashed the front glass. The Zygerrian pilot tried to grab his blaster, but Ezra was faster and quickly disarmed him and threw it off the aircraft, along with its pilot.

Ezra jumped into the seat and steered it away from a squadron of enemy Starhoppers. He forced one to seperate from the main group and blasted it out of the sky.

He dropped the Starhopper to treetop level and lowered the ramp to pick up Kanan. They made it off the ground just before the enemy Starhoppers unleash a chain of yellow energy bolts onto them. Ezra punched the acceleration lever and activated the ship's communication systems. "Spectre 6 to Spectre 4, mission accomplished, package secure. Require immediate exfil."

The was no response. But when the crew were back in space, they saw a VCX-100 diverting front the main traffic and headed towards them. It was the Ghost.

"Spectre 4 to Spectre 6, sit tight. We're coming for you. " said a hazy but comforting voice. "Ready life support packs." Ordered Kanan. Since the Starhopper couldn't dock on the Ghost, the crew would have to drift towards the Ghost's docking tube through vacuum environment.

Ezra opened the cockpit. The crew jumped to safety just before the craft blew into smithereens. They made their way into the docking tube of the Ghost and got to their designated turrets.

Kanan dashed to the cockpit. He got on the controls and steered the ship away from the enemy fighters. "Get us out of here, Chop!" He ordered. Chopper plugged his mechanic arm into the astromech socket behind Kanan's seat and calibrated for hyperdrive.

Explosions and lasers filled around the Ghost. Kanan frantically twisted and turned to keep the Zygerrians from putting holes into the hull of the ship. Chopper beeped and rotated his astromech dome. Apparently he's saying, "Hyperdrive charge complete, jumping in 3...2...1."

Two hours later...

"Agh! Oof!" The captured Zygerrian groaned in pain as Zeb planted his fist on him. His name was Argus D'ane. "I can do this all day, scum." Said Zeb. He rubbed his knuckles and punched him in the face, hard. "You better start talking. It's only gonna get worse."

With no warning, Kanan barged into the interrogation room. "Whoa whoa whoa! Why didn't you call me and Ezra for a job like this?"

"Yeah, I know. Use the Force!" Zeb quickly changed his joking tone to a deep voice, "You sure you guys can do this?" He asked.

"We can. Has Ahsoka's arrived yet? We kinda need her here." Answered Kanan. He and Ezra could totally make Argus talk, but it will be much faster of Ahsoka gave them a hand.

The jedi gathered inside the room and did their trick. Zeb leaned against the wall outside and listened to everything going on behind the door. Every once a while a screeching cry in agony would make its way into the Lasat's ears. He grinned, "I knew Kanan could nail this off."

A hiss came from the door half an hour later. The jedi marched out of the room with a big smile on their faces. "So, how did it go?" Asked Zeb.

"Too well. He gave us everything we need. The emperor will pay a visit to the factories on Kadavo. They used the old site from the clone wars and built themselves a fortress there. So we just have to pick the right time to crash the party." Said Kanan. Zeb let out a sigh of relief and the crew marched down the hallway.

Chopper ran over Ezra's boots when the crew was heading back to their cabins. The astromech stopped in its tracks and beeped anxiously at Ezra. "What's so urgent you have to run over my leg?" Yelled Ezra. Chopper replied in his own language, "Commander Sato has a PM for you. He insists you to answer ASAP."

"Alright. I'll be back in a while guys." Said Ezra. He bolted off to his cabin and activated his data pad. A text message appeared on the screen. Ezra read the message closely.

"This is commander Sato. We've lost contact with one of our cruisers, Cassandra, near the Korriban system. We believe it hasn't been taken by the Empire yet. But one of our informers, Galen Marek, was aboard the ship. Your mission, should you choose to accept, is to accompany Spectre-5 to find out the become of the Cassandra and retrieve Marek. We also have unconfirmed reports that a turncoat has infiltrated our ranks. As a result, this message will self destruct in 5 seconds. Good luck, general Bridger."

"Yes sir." Said Ezra to himself.

He went to the armory of the ship. He opened the door, somebody was already in there. It was Sabine. She was trying to attach a jetpack to the back of her armor. Ezra grabbed a full pack of grenades and helped her put on the rocket pack. "Guess we'll be on our own for quite a while." Said Ezra.

"Yeah. But it's good to be with you." Sabine smiled. She fished out her darksabre which Ezra gave her as a birthday present. Since dealing with a missing ship is no walk in the park for even two expert swordsmen in love.

They strolled down the hangar and farewelled their friends and allies. "Good luck on Kadavo. And may the Force be with you." Said Ezra. "And you." Replied Kanan. The crew watched as Ezra and Sabine flew the Phantom out of the hangar and into space before vanishing from sight.

Aboard the Phantom, Ezra was staring into Sabine's eyes. He could feel she was clouded by sadness, and she probably needed him. "You look sad. Are you ok?" Asked Ezra while he placed his right hand onto her shoulder.

"Jaden."

Ezra scratched his head. He knew no Jaden in his whole life, or at least he thought he didn't. "He was the only person I can trust in my family. We grew up together, fought together. He was sent to the academy with me, but he hated the Empire, much more than any of us." Sabine continued. Her eyes were about to flood, she was always told to hold back her emotion back at the academy, and in some extreme cases, they were purged. That didn't work for her, and she was at the brink of having a total meltdown.

"Today in six years ago, he tried to steal a walker to bust out with me. But we were knocked down. He..." Sabine could no longer continue by now. She fell into Ezra's arms and remained silent for a long time. Tears ran down her cheeks and onto Ezra's shoulder guard.

"I'm sorry." That was all Ezra could think to say. But deep down, he was smiling. Not because he knew this Jaden was dead, but because he knew...he wasn't.