Galactic date: 4 February, 1 BBY

Location: Valkyrie

Ezra was sitting in the edge of his bed, staring at his old team photo. It was quite rugged by now, but it was a milestone of their growing rebellion. He heard the door hiss, and outside stood the Mandalorian he had been expecting. "We still have at least a few hours before we get to Naboo." Said Sabine. Ezra sighed in defeat, waiting for long hours was never his flavour. All he wanted was to get his job done, fast.

"Looks like we got plenty of time to kill. I hate the waiting, makes me have a nervous wreck." Replied Ezra. "You got any ideas?" He continued. Sabine smiled and sat down beside Ezra before answering. "Well...I could use some company." Ezra smiled back and pulled Sabine closer to him. "For as long as you want, dear."

A few hours later...

Ezra blinked slightly and sat up on his bed. He was wearing nothing but the lower part of his body glove. He glanced around the room, and saw Sabine standing at the window. "Look who finally decided to get off his bed." Said the Mandalorian. Ezra chuckled and walked up to her. "You won't get pregnant right?" He asked after a few seconds. "Not unless you want to." She paused to read the incoming message on the built-in datapad on her arm. "Come on. It's time."

Minutes later, a nu-class shuttle detached from the corvette and headed for the surface of Naboo. Inside was the two jedi Knights in their clone armor. Accompanying them was Hera and Sabine. The twi'lek pilot had a pair of hand guard around her arm for her disguise as a bounty hunter. The shuttle landed in a spaceport just utside the target building, and the four walked out of the shuttle towards the entrance. Apparently everyone was welcome to the party, because the team entered without a sweat. "All right, we're in. Get to work." Ordered Kanan.

"You got it." Answered Ezra. Sabine went and grabbed a cup of cocktail from a waitress. "I got eyes on Boba. Sabine," Ezra took a deep breath before he finished his sentence. "be yourself. Like when you attracted me in the nose turret." Soon, the Mandalorian noticed an armored figure chatting with a few twi'lek ladies, and got his attention in no time. "How you doin', beautiful?"

"Would've been better if you're distributing moonshine instead." Sabine replied seductively. Ezra glanced at the scene from afar. "Hey, don't wanna make it too easy for him." Ezra grinned. Boba was taking the bait. "I'm Boba Fett, the most famous bounty hunter in the galaxy. Now, I must answer some very important messages, perhaps we can...talk in private later?"

"Don't buy it Spectre 5. Get his attention." Kanan whispered at the corner where no one really noticed him. Ezra walked up to her, and placed his hand on her cheek. "Just taking my chances. Don't hit me." He said as he gently planted his lips on hers, attracting several other bounty hunters that stood nearby. He pulled himself back slowly a few seconds later. "I'll be upstairs."

Sabine's comlink crackled to life almost right after Ezra was out of sight. "That your boyfriend?" Said a hazy voice from the other end. "You can say that." Replied Sabine. "He's good, but not your type. He's cold, unlike me. I'm on fire." Boba whispered. "Heard you have a big stack of weapons across the galaxy." Said Sabine. "Indeed. I'm upstairs. Find me."

"He's at your nine." Whispered Ezra. Sabine turned her head left, and noticed the bounty hunter leaning on the fence above her. She walked up the stairs and joined Boba, and soon disappeared behind a door behind them.

Ezra crossed his arms and waited until a familiar voice called out from beside him. "You are a smart one, Bridger." Said the voice. Ezra turned around, and found himself staring at the Ghost crew's most hated enemy: agent Kallus. "So even an imperial scumbag gets his leave." Ezra said casually, trying to hide the shock he just received. "Wish it was a shore leave." Kallus sighed and swallowed the glass in his hands.

"Just like old times. Two factions in the galaxy going head to head, another freaking day in the office. It numbs you, from questioning." Said Ezra. "Maybe. One day you're in the spotlight and the next day you're just another cannon fodder. That's what I think life is like." Replied Kallus. "To this broken galaxy." He said as he raised his hand with a pint her glass in it.

"To freedom." The two raised their arms and swallowed their glasses. "Good luck." Said Kallus sarcastically. Ezra watched him leave, and hailed Sabine through the comlink. "Spectre 5, now's the time. Beat his ass and get the intel we need!" No one answered. "Spectre 5, do it now! Kallus is here!"

Sabine was walking down a hallway filled with all kinds of delusions with Boba. "From the most common, to experimental. Old, new, you name it." Said Boba as he quietly slipped his hand on Sabine's back and slowly sliding it downwards, but was stopped when Sabine gripped his hand tight with no warning, painful enough to stop him in his tracks.

"Spectre 1, something's up. We lost contact with Spectre 5. Advise you to get out of here, quietly." Said Ezra. "Too late. We got multiple Imps at the entrance, along with walkers." Replied Kanan. "There must be another way out. Find one, I'm going after Sabine."

"We are alone here, right?" Asked Sabine. "We are." Answered Boba, he was clearly hungry. "Good." But the next thing he knew, he was pinned down by the Mandalorian, with a blaster pointing at his head. "Where is senator Trayvis? Tell me or this will your last breath." Boba was knocked out once she heard a whisper from him.

Sabine headed back outside and ran into Ezra moments later. "You got his location?" He asked anxiously. "Yeah. Coruscant, tomorrow afternoon, at the senate building. How's that?" Returned Sabine. "Talk about that later. Right now we need to find a way out. Entrance is filled with bucket heads."

"Has that ever scared us before?" Sabine shot back. Ezra tapped her shoulder and pointed at a garrison of stormtroopers with Z-6 rotary cannons barging in. "Maybe this time it did." The next thing they knew, it was a massacre and the only way out was blocked. People clamored and trampled onto one another, bolstering the head count. Ezra managed to repel the first wave, but was forced to duck behind a plant when a second marched forward relentlessly.

Sabine flipped her pack and sent a dozen of concussion charges rolling towards the stormtroopers. The ground exploded, leaving the imps either dead or whining on the floor. "All Spectres radio check." Ordered Kanan. "This is spectre 5, I read you loud and clear." "Spectre 6 here Charlie Lima. Where's Hera?" No one responded. "Damn. I bet Kallus did this. I'm gonna go grab that Bantha fodder." Kanan scowled.

"Very well. Sabine, get to the shuttle! We'll go after Hera!" Sabine nodded and hopped up on an enemy walker while the two Jedi ignited their lightsabers and cut down every stormtrooper in their way. "I got a fix on her position. Shite, they're headed for the spaceport! Sabine, cut'em off!" The two sprinted towards the spaceport without even thinking of stopping. Eventually, they arrived at the spaceport, only to see the Mandalorian unleashing devastating blows on Kallus with her darksabre.

"She's right there! Right there!" Kanan exclaimed as he made a dash at the imperial shuttle that was about to lift off. He jumped in, and murdered every officer on board. Moments later, he jumped back out with his twi'lek wife and left the shuttle to crash a few hundred yards away. He turned around, and noticed the imperial enforcer on the ground, defeated.

Two hours later...

The Spectres gathered around a Dejarik table on board the Ghost. On the table was a hologram displaying the image of the senate building. "The senate building. Did I hear it right?" Kanan exclaimed. "Yup. But you don't actually have to get in the building to find him. Just wait him out at the garage. He'll show up eventually." Replied Sabine. "So how do we even get on Coruscant? There's a whole armada surrounding the planet. No way the fleet's gonna break through." Said Hera.

"What about the carrier?" Asked Ezra.