Galactic date: 14 December, 2 BBY

Location: Concordia

A lone VCX shuttle jumped out of hyperspace. The pilot set his course to the firebase of clan Wren, one of the many enemies of the Empire, and descended into the Mandalorian moon.

"So Sabine, why did your people have to live here?" Asked the pilot. "We were exiled during the wake of the Empire. When the first landed here, they hated us, but they couldn't exactly find the right excuse to kill us. So they sent us to this barren wasteland and left us to die out. But we didn't. We watched and waited, for the perfect moment. Hopefully you and I can make that moment happen soon, Ezra." Replied Sabine.

"Well, I guess that mens we will be having some fuel, along with some new friends." Said Ezra. The firebase was soon in sight, and two Gauntlet fighters appeared at the tip of the Phantom. Soon the Phantom was hailed by the Mandalorian escorts. "Attention unknown vessel. This is a restricted military zone. State your identity and purpose."

Ezra cleared his throat before answering their demand, "This is TF-113-06. Requesting permission for refuel and repair. And a social meeting with TF-072-03." The escorts paused for a while before they gave Ezra a reply. "Verifying unit number. Do not deviate from your current course." It was a long wait. Every second felt like a year inside the cockpit. "That's quite a sophisticated military here." Said Ezra.

"Yeah. One of the few clans that remained hostile to the Empire." Ezra closed his eyes and placed his hands on his laps. "Mind if I meditate?" He asked. "Sure. Go ahead." He let himself relax, and drifted into his memories.

Flashback

Galactic date: December 11, 4 BBY

Location: Thule

Ezra was standing in front of a Sith temple glowing red. He was all alone. The others went on their separate ways in the temple and Ezra walked inside the only entrance he can find. The whole atmosphere sent a chill down his spine, it was so quiet Ezra could hear water dripping in the distance. He moved forward, and soon found himself at the middle of a large room, with statues of ancient Sith lords surrounding him.

He heard a hiss coming from behind him, followed by lots of them. He turned around, and saw dozens of masked people walking towards him with an object glowing in hue. It wasn't anything else, it was a lightsaber. Ezra pulled out his own lightsaber and ignited it, ready for a deadly dance.

Surprisingly, the figures stopped pacing towards him. Instead, a hooded dathomirian stopped in front of him. "You're lost." Said the figure. "So?" Asked Ezra sternly. He knew well who he was talking to: a legitimate Sith warrior.

"Walk with me." The dathomirian demanded. Ezra stowed his lightsaber and followed him to a conference room, or so it seems to be. They sat down and the dathomirian levitated a holocron to the young jedi. "I want you to open it." He said. "Why should I? This is a Sith holocron, and I'm not here to join you." Answered Ezra angrily.

"Your dearest friend," The dathomirian pulled out a holoprojector and activated it. "is about to fall to the hands of the Empire. How far will you go to save her?" Ezra's heart shrieked, Sabine has become something Ezra could never afford to loose, she was the one person Ezra loved more than anyone else, besides his parents. Memories of Ezra's old days of wooing her flowed in his head, like a shroud of everything from across the galaxy.

"I see." Said the dathomirian, like he could read Ezra's mind. "The truth is: you can't protect her forever. The dark side of the force leads to many abilities, such as eternal life. It's the only way." Ezra paused, eternal life? Sounds good. But what is the point? Someday the galaxy is gonna bore me out.

"I admit it's very tempting, but the answer is no." Said Ezra. The dathomirian grunted, and lifted his hand. Ezra shivered, and held his head tight. His mind was collapsing to the dark side, slowly, painfully. Eventually, he was left panting in distress. "Do you see it now? The whole picture?" Asked the dathomirian.

Ezra nodded in fear and hopelessness. He couldn't even utter a single word. "I can stop this from happening. You may call me...old master." Soon, Ezra's mind was flowing with images of stormtroopers flooding the hallways of the Tantive IV, and the last thing he saw was Sabine dragged into the imperial craft, leaving the padawan devastated.

Reality

"...113-06, you are clear to land on platform 1-2. Your friend will be waiting for you, do not divert from your current course." Ezra was brought back by the sound of the comms. "Copy that. We're on our way." He answered while panting slightly.

The Phantom landed next to a pile of supply crates. A group of three Mandalorians marched towards the ship. The two on the side drew their weapons, but was halted by the one in the middle. He removed his T-shaped helmet, and stared at the landing shuttle with a grin on his face.

The rear hatch of the Phantom flipped open, and a man in clone armor marched out of the ship, followed by a rogue Mandalorian. "Good to see you in one piece, Jai." Said Ezra. "You mean Jaden. Remember, I used a fake identity just like you did." Replied the Mandalorian.

"Right. Sabine, this is Jaden Wren...your brother." Said Ezra. Sabine was totally caught off guard by the sudden news, she was lost for words. Moments later, she ran towards her brother and held him tight in her arms.

"Welcome home, sister." Said Jaden.

Meanwhile, aboard the Devastator...

"It is time to abort your search, my apprentice." Said a deep voice. "Yes master. But where could they be now?" Asked the apprentice. "I sense their presence in the Mandalore system, but do not go there Marek."

"I understand master, but why not?" Said Marek. After all these years hunting down numerous Jedi, he had become obsessed with them, often claiming their lightsabers as his trophies. Usually Vader would support him with no further instructions, but this time, even the blood-boiling Marek could tell this Jedi stands out from the rest.

"His friends are now trapped on the planet of Kadavo. We will exploit his compassion as we always did. In time, he will be doomed, and you may take the honor to end his misery as a reward of your long service to the Empire." Answered Vader. "As you wish, my master. I will proceed to Kadavo immediately."