Galactic date: 14 December, 2 BBY

Location: Underworld

Rex was checking his ammo in a deserted basement. His mission to assassinate the king has gone horribly wrong, resulting in the capture of his general and Zeb. Now, he was on the run from the Zygerrians and he knew he couldn't hide forever.

"Two thousand rounds, a jet rocket, two grenades...enough for a battle, but not for a war." The clone said to himself. He stumbled around the basement a while back and got hold of a rusty astromech droid. Apparently it hasn't been active since the days of the Old Republic, and getting it back online would be like trying to stop a Mandalorian from a pack of weapons.

"I might just have to take my chances." He thought. He took out the power unit from his helmet and installed it to the astromech. The droid beeped shyly, and looked at Rex with its mechanic eye. "Hey, hey! Wake up! I need you to contact Ezra."

The droid weeped in confusion. Rex tried to translate the droid's message in his head. "Satele?" Asked Rex. The droid projected a profile in front of Rex and beeped furiously. "Oh...the grandmaster from the old republic. She died a long time ago." The droid lowered its dome-shaped head. "Yes, died of old age." Rex continued.

The droid's head suddenly popped up, "Old age? Where am I? What year is it?" Asked the droid. "It's 17 galactic year according to the Empire calendar. Where exactly are you from?" Asked Rex as he projected a list in front of the droid. "Never mind. I need you to do me a favor. Can you send a distress signal to the following units?"

The droid's communication dish rotated and its head twisted. Rex was waiting impatiently while he was hailing his teammates, wherever they are. "This is captain Rex. Radio check, is anyone out there? This is captain Rex, does anyone hear me?"

Ezra was working on the com devices on the Phantom. He was about to test it when it suddenly came to life. "...captain re...is...out there?" Ezra sprinted inside the Phantom and hit the comm switch. "This is Spectre-6, I read you. The Cassandra is destroyed, thanks to the Empire. We're refueling on Concordia right now."

Rex was relieved to hear that Ezra's alive, but was still frustrated to know they're alone out here. "Just contact Sato. Tell him we're in quite a mess now. Good luck." Said Rex.

"What's going on?" Asked Jaden. Ezra patted him on the shoulder and marched out of the Phantom, "We've got a friend in hell right now. Time to walk him out?" "Alright. Hopefully my mother's in a good mood right now." Said Jaden.

"Got it. Find me in the headquarters." Said Ezra as he ran towards the largest tent in the whole fire base. "I need to speak to Bo Katan." He said to the guards. Soon, he was sent into the tent. A woman sat opposite Ezra, with a few other Mandalorian 'officials' gathered around a large hologram.

"So what do you need?" Asked Katan. "I need to save my friends." Answered Ezra. Katan paused for a while before she told the others to leave, "Will you excuse us? Me and the boy need to talk alone."

The rest of the officials left the room, leaving Ezra alone with the former Death Watch commander. "Thank you," That got Ezra's attention. "Perhaps she will help us." Thought Ezra. "for bringing back my daughter."

"I will help you, if you can help us take our home back." She continued. Ezra was never like his usual self when it comes to helping others in need. He openly agrees, and soon dozens of Mandalorians were assembled at the shipyard, being briefed for their next mission.

Ezra went back outside. He was glad he struck a solid deal with the galaxy's most deadly warriors, but he still felt a scar in his heart, like some loose ends were left untreated. Ezra headed towards his temporary quarters which the Mandalorians agreed to lend the two a room until they set off to Kadavo.

Now he just had to wait till the Mandos are done debating and preparing for the assault.

Meanwhile, on Kadavo...

A squad of red TIE interceptors soared down towards the factory. They ran into bolts of cannon fire as they continued to descend. "Take out that cannon or this mission is over before it started!" Ordered Marek, the leader of the squad.

"Negative, it's ray-shielded! We can't take it out from the air!" Yelled his wingman. "Then keep it occupied! I've got this." Said the young Sith. He shifted left and landed his craft on an unguarded platform. He hopped out of his TIE, and made a run towards the cannon.

Kanan saw the incoming threat and opened up at him. To his surprise, the Sith dodged every bolt of laser fired at him. Marek jumped up, and landed on the top of the turret.

Unfortunately for him, he was force repelled of the turret by Kanan. He grabbed this golden opportunity and got out, for he knew it was just a matter of time before the Sith jumps into the turret and stabs him in the back.

"Rex, be advised: we're being overrun. Stormtroopers will be rushing into the city any moment. Free as many slaves as you can to buy us some time. And if you can, try to find Zeb. May the force be with you."

Little did Kanan know these were his last words before he is locked up in a cell, again. He heard someone running for him. The man leaped up, and ignited a red lightsaber. Kanan drew his, and the two began another gruelling jedi vs Sith duel.

"What they say about you is right. You are truly a remarkable warrior." Said Marek while he deflected yet another one of Kanan's blows. "Well, at least you're more challenging than the inquisitors." Kanan returned, not paying much attention to Marek's 'compliment'.

"Unfortunately I must end you today. I hope you'll find your place when you become one with the force." Said Marek. He lifted his lightsaber and delivered a final slash at his opponent. Kanan flinched, but was knocked out when Marek launched a kick in his face.

Marek activated his comlink and contacted Vader about his success. "What is thy bidding, my master?" A deep and dark voice soon returned his question. "Get out of the facility and bring the jedi to me. I will bring this place down to its knees." Marek wasn't any higher that a scum after following Vader for so long, but he still couldn't bear to see the sight of millions of innocents perishing in a matter of seconds. "Orbital bombing? But sir, countless innocents will be killed!"

"The rebels will be responsible for this. Now get out of there." Answered Vader coldly. Marek felt a river of guilt and compassion flowing through his heart. His loyalty to Vader was never shaken, until now. And with a troubled mind, he dragged Kanan's body to his TIE interceptor and left the factory to be vaporised by the orbital payload.