Galactic Date: 3 February, 1 BBY

Location: Tipoca city, Kamino

Vader's lightsaber clashed together with Marek's like two asteroids meeting each other in deep space. Marek tried to force the weight to his side, but failed. Vader managed to trip Marek and was ready to stab him in the chest. Ezra, watching the fight from the beginning, suddenly leaped forward and struck Vader. The dark lord deflected his blow and repelled Marek to the entrance of the facility, shattering the glass doors. Marek got on his feet quickly and sprinted towards Vader. He jumped up halfway and landed with a blow enough to knock Vader off balance.

"Together!" Shouted Marek. Ezra nodded and ignited his cross-guard lightsaber, catching Vader off guard. He was eventually cornered by Ezra and Marek, but insisted to put up one hell of a last stand. He slashed the ground beneath Ezra and threw him off balance, but Marek managed to stab his left arm and forced him to drop his saber. "It's over, Vader. We win." He bloated. Ezra soon got up, and pointed his green lightsaber at Vader's helmet. What happened next caught everyone by surprise: Vader force pushed himself over the edge of the platform and plummeted into the fiery ocean.

"It's only gonna end one way for him." Ezra and Marek then found their way to the main hangar, where Ordo, Fives, and the clones welcomed them. "Good to see you in one piece general. We have the bucketheads on the run, but it's not gonna last." Reported Ordo. "Then let's bring these men..." Ezra was interrupted by Marek when he showed him his datapad. Ezra took a closer look and saw an encrypted message from Kal Skirata. "Something's up. Just get them on the ship and bug out." They headed to a Arquitens light cruiser and left the surface of the planet. "I'm surprised these clones didn't start killing you already, general." Whispered Fives. "They think I'm an ARC, that's why. Hopefully they won't find out anytime soon." Ezra plopped down in the bridge and worked on the encryptions. He eventually cracked it and read the message inside.

"We have a situation, general. Our twi'lek allies just diverted to Garel for a manhunt mission. Their target is an elite commando of the Empire, squad 40. We need you to get to Garel, and link up with lieutenant Numa and Delta to find the squad. And if you can, bring Darman and Niner back. Skirata out."

"Well, looks like we're paying a visit to the Lothal Coruscant, or at least from what it looks like." Commented Fives. "I say you start taking out those inhibitor chips instead of babbling here, my friend." Ezra joked. He got to a console on the ship and activated the long range communications. There was no reply, but Ezra decided to leave a message anyway. "Just to let you know, Sabine, I'm alive and well. Spread the word while I'm not here. I'll miss you. Spectre 6 out." A smile was printed on Ezra's face. A sense of accomplishment filled his heart, for he was finally able to send his greetings to is long lost loved ones.

Three hours later...

The commandeered light cruiser jumped out of hyperspace just ahead of the blockade surrounding Garel. The cruiser reduced its speed and was hailed by the blockade. "This is star destroyer Dominate to light cruiser, please identify yourself and state your authorization code." Fives raced to the comms and answered their demand. "This is imperial cruiser Nexus Claw, clearance code Alpha Sierra 2284. Please verify." A dead silence filled the bridge of the Nexus Claw, the clones waited uncertainly for the imperial's next move. "Nexus Claw, you are clear to proceed. Good luck down there." Fives sighed heavily in relief and pushed the control joystick forward. The ship descended into the atmosphere of the city planet and touched down in a spaceport.

Ezra, Fives, Ordo, Waxer and Marek were the only ones that were still up for a fight, but Ezra gave Ordo and Marek strict orders to stay in the ship and look after the rest of the clones. The rest marched out, with Ezra and Fives wearing their regular ARC armour while Waxer was sitting inside a set of blaze exoskeleton. "So who exactly are we looking for?" Asked Waxer. "An old friend of yours." Ezra replied with a grin on his face. Waxer looked up in the sky, wondering who it could be. Fives gave a pat on his shoulder, reassuring him. "You'll find out in time." Ezra and Fives scaled the rooftops of the city while Waxer cloaked himself and disappeared in the crowd. The three trekked through the quarters of the city, but found no sign of the twi'lek and the clone commandos.

"Damn. We can't reach them and we have no lead at all. How are we supposed to find them?" Fives groaned when the comms on his wrist crashed again. "Keep an eye on the lower levels. I'll see what I can do." Replied Ezra. He closed his eyes and followed the guidance of the midi-chlorians inside him. And the next thing he knew, he was looking inside Waxer's head.

Flashback

He saw blood, a lot of blood, spread on the battlefield. The bodies of fallen clones lay around him, with their blasters still in their grips. Ezra looked around, and suddenly found himself on Ryloth with Boil next to him. They were stacking up outside an alley. Ezra saw the two entering the alley, and was surprised to find a child standing in front of them. Apparently, that was Numa. Soon, Ezra heard voices of instructions echoing in his head.

Reality

Ezra shook his head violently to clear his mind. Now that he had the directions, he just had to inform the other and be on the move. "Fives, Waxer, do you copy? We have a fix on their location. They're in the spaceport, bay 2-5." Said Ezra. "Let's move." But before the three could make another step ahead, an explosion rocked the ground beneath them. "Over there. Damn it, that's where they are! We have to move ASAP!" Ordered Ezra. The three boost-jumped across the walls with their rocket packs and headed towards the smoke. As they got closer, they started to hear sounds of blasters getting louder and louder, muffled by the screams of wounded stormtroopers.

"Two more, on your left!" Scorch shifted his blaster and gunned down another two stormtroopers. "I got a bad feeling about this." Commented Sev, who was manning a machine gun and cutting down stormtroopers that poured out from the main entrance. "Wait. I think I hear something...are those jetpackers?" Said Numa. "Look! There!" Boss pointed at a group of three clones standing on the top of a wall. The trio jumped down and started wreaking havoc among the stormies while the rest picked off the stragglers. Soon, with the help of the three unexpected visitors, the bay was clear.

"Who...are these people?" Fixer stammered upon the sight of the three clones marching towards them. "I'm Ezra Bridger, back from the dead. Lieutenant, meet Fives and Waxer." Said Ezra. Numa's jaw dropped when she saw a bulky figure approaching her. She noticed the stylised art on Waxer's helmet and immediately recognised him. Waxer removed his helmet and revealed his big smile on his face. "You've grown, little one."

"Thought I'd never see you again..." Numa paused for a few seconds before finishing her sentence. "...brother." Waxer was caught off guard when the twi'lek threw her arms around his bulking armour. "Glad you're still here." She whispered. "I wodbt have been here if not for those two over there." The two were interrupted when Ezra sprinted towards them. "That's all well and good, but we got bigger problems right now."

Waxer broke the hug and turned at Ezra. "The Liberator is completely beyond repair, and we got Bucketheads en route to our position." The rest of the clones got up with their gear. "So let's get out of here. You got a ship, general?" Asked Boss. "Big enough to help us last for a while."

"Good. Delta, let's move."