A few weeks had passed since the rebels acquired the Y-wings. Kanan, Ezra, and Zalo were aboard a Corellian Corvette, flying through hyperspace on their way to their next mission. As they entered the cockpit, Zalo could sense the tension in the air.
"You're not going to tell me what you did with the Sith Holocron, are you?" Ezra asked, concern evident in his voice.
"I told you it was safe," Kanan replied, his tone calm but firm.
"But what if there are secrets within it that could help us defeat the Sith?" Ezra pressed, his curiosity unabated.
"Ezra, the dangers of that Holocron nearly consumed you," Kanan explained, his voice tinged with worry.
"Lieutenant Tano, we're approaching the rendezvous point, but the transport is not responding," one of the pilots reported. As they emerged from hyperspace, they witnessed the wreckage of a Hammerhead cruiser.
"It appears the ship was attacked," Ezra observed, his eyes scanning the damaged vessel.
"Pilot, scan for any survivors," Zalo ordered, a sense of determination in his voice. The pilot swiftly carried out the task, discovering signs of life on board.
"Sir, I've detected a few survivors in the cockpit," the pilot informed them.
"Dock us with the cruiser, we'll search for them ourselves," Zalo commanded, his focus on aiding the survivors. The transport ship attached itself to the Hammerhead, and the three Jedi made their way aboard, greeted by the grim sight of destruction within.
"It must have been a fierce battle," Ezra remarked, his gaze taking in the wreckage around them.
"I can smell the burnt metal," Kanan added, a sense of solemnity in his voice.
Suddenly, they heard beeping sounds, originating from an astromech droid. Following the sound, they discovered the droid and a wounded pilot lying nearby. They approached cautiously, extending their help.
"Hang on, we're here to assist you," Ezra assured the pilot, his voice filled with compassion.
"Who did this to you?" Zalo inquired, concern evident in his tone.
"Red... Red blade," the pilot managed to say weakly. "He... made me talk... The Ghost is in danger."
"Another Inquisitor?" Ezra exclaimed, his mind racing with possibilities.
"We have to warn Hera," Kanan declared, a sense of urgency driving his words.
After safely transporting the injured pilot to the transport ship, the three Jedi returned to the cockpit and established communication with the Ghost. Hera's holographic image appeared before them.
"Hera, we're relieved to see that you're alright," Ezra greeted her with a mixture of relief and concern in his voice.
"Kanan," Hera responded, her tone serious and focused.
"There's another Inquisitor after us who knows the location of the Ghost," Kanan informed her, his voice filled with urgency.
"Kanan... it's not an Inquisitor," Hera corrected him, her voice filled with gravity.
Before Hera could provide further explanation, she was forcefully pushed aside by an unknown assailant, causing alarm among the Jedi.
"Oh no!" Ezra gasped, his eyes widening in shock.
"You've got to be kidding," Zalo said, disbelief evident in his voice.
"Who is it?" Kanan inquired, his voice betraying a mixture of concern and caution.
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Star Wars Rebels: The Rise of the Rebellion
FanfictionThe Clone Wars had come to an end, and after the Jedi Order fell, the Republic became an Empire. Ahsoka and Darrel went into hiding after the Battle for Mandalore. Time passed after these events, Ahsoka and Darrel had a son named Zalo Tano, and a Re...