Galactic Date: 2 February, 1 BBY

Location: Lothal

This was the third time the Spectres hit the airbase on Lothal. Only difference is, they're here to honor a fallen brother. "Plant the package inside the transport. Zeb, Kanan, time for the distractions." Ordered Hera. Sabine was outside the perimeter wall, with shock explosives filled inside Ezra's republic pack. Zeb and Kanan drew their weapons and unloaded a volley of bolts onto the stormtroopers. The sirens were sounded, and the whole base was approaching them.

Sabine took this opening and leaped across the wall. She dashed to the transport parked at the middle of the airbase, dumping grenades along the way. The stormtroopers were still focused on the intruders outside, unaware that Sabine was well on her way to take out their transport. Sabine ran through the transport and planted the charges all over the ship. She managed to get outside the base just before Kanan and Zeb retreated in the speeders nearby.

The crew rallied back at the Ghost, and Sabine pulled out the detonator. "This is for Ezra." The transport was soon completely demolished, along with everything else in the base. Fireballs flew at all directions and dozens of bodies of stormtroopers lay beside the wreckage.

Meanwhile, in the asteroid belt of Concord Dawn...

A fleet of two Venator class destroyers and munificent class frigates jumped out of hyperspace. They were accompanied by several CR90 and two hammerhead corvettes. The fleet reduced their speed and hovered above the asteroids towards the moon where they'll have to move past them before they could jump into hyperspace again.

Inside one of the destroyers, the battle hardened Kanera, was clone commander Fives, who was about to jump to the asteroids and spacewalk to the Protector outpost for a spaceship to reach Polis Massa. "Looks like it's time." Fives muttered to himself. He grabbed a set of life support pack and attached it to his chest. He also got hold of a rocket pack, where he'll need it to spacewalk to the outpost.

He also installed a cloaking device on his armor to prevent his plans from being discovered. And now, he was all set. He just had to wait of Echo in the hangar to give him the green light.

Echo volunteered to fly air patrol that day in order to let Fives hide under his ship and make the jump. Fives got under his A-wing and activated the cloak when no one was looking. Soon, the patrol was airborne, and it's time for Fives to find out if his ride was worth the price.

Minutes later, Echo banked his ship left, signaling Fives to get off his fighter. Fives took a deep breath, and made his jump into the asteroids. Echo tuned his comlink so only he himself and Fives could hear their conversation. "Watch your cloaking gauge. Moving or using your jetpack will drain it out." He advised. Fives activated his magnetic boots and landed on the nearest asteroid, safe and sound, for now.

"Good. Now hop your way to the moon. And keep an eye on your gauge. Good luck." Said Echo as his fighter turned away from him and stayed near the fleet. Fives then jumped from one asteroid to another, carefully monitoring his gauge and avoiding collision with other asteroids.

It was a simple task, but it felt like it was going to last for eternity. Two hours have passed, and Fives was still hundreds of miles away from the moon. But then came a game-changing twist, the fleet was once again in hyperspace. Fives panted in relief and disengaged his cloak. He fired up his rocket pack at maximum power and drifted towards the moon.

Another two hours later...

Fives looked down, and saw the purple land of the moon just a tower's height below him. He spotted the outpost with his visor and headed there without wasting another second. Soon, he was on the ground, just outside the outpost. He went it the nearest pilot he could find and greeted him. "Where the hell did you came from?"

Fives found himself stuck in another situation: he was staring at the barrels of three blasters held by some angry Mandalorians. "Take it easy people. I'm CC-5555 from Phoenix squadron. I need to get to Polis Massa." Replied Fives. "If a ship is all you really need, we have one over there. Now get off this moon before my men get really angry." Ordered a Mandalorian who walked up behind the others. "Good. Thanks for the help."

Fives headed towards the direction the Mandos pointed him to, but he almost immediately regretted his decision when he saw a rugged, dusty TIE fighter lying in front of him. "Cheeky Mandos." He faked a laugh under his breath and checked the spare parts spread around the ship. "And now I have to install the hyperdrive myself. Great." He whispered sarcastically and got to work.

After another three exhausting hours, Fives was starving and low on energy, but the TIE was reassembled and ready to fly. He hopped in with a ladder and powered up the fighter. Soon, the engines were running and he is airborne. "Let's go."

Back on the medical station...

Ordo and Maze were walking down the hallway towards the sick bay. The two were chatting about the Anubis patient when Kal came out of nowhere and stopped them. "Have you got anything from Fives?" He asked worriedly. "He's on his way here. I'm sure it won't take him too long." Reassured Ordo. "You better be right, or this kid is staying here for good."

"Shouldn't we tell Phoenix about this?" Asked Maze. "No, not yet. They think he's dead, and so does the Empire. We can use this as an advantage and catch them off guard. You know what I mean right?" Returned Kal. "Oh...right. But it still seems a little wrong to me. They're a family after all."

"I know." Said Kal. "In the meantime, I think you should check on him, Maze." He continued. "Just my luck. Babysitting duty." Muttered Maze. He was interrupted when he heard someone clearing his throat behind him. "I'm not a kid, Maze." He said. The three blinked, not convinced of what they're seeing in front of them. "Good to see you, general. But I'm afraid you'll need some treatment before you're back into action again."

"Just make sure I won't miss it if I don't have to."