Star Wars: The Lord in Exile

Relics of the Old Republic

The old AT–TE kept moving across the desert sands. In the Phantom, Alpha-117 and Sabine were trying to fix the ship. However, the Machine Spirit's scans and Sabine's extensive knowledge told them they needed more time to repair than anticipated.

"The probe hit us pretty badly. Repairs are gonna take a little while longer." Sabine told Kanan over the radio.

"We don't have much time." the Jedi replied. "There's no telling when the Empire will get here. We've got to get off the surface."

Alpha-117 then commented, "I hate to be the bearer of bad news, but there's a storm coming up behind us. Scans indicate that it'll jam our radar and navigation systems if we try to take off."

"If the Empire gets here before we take off, the storm will be the least of our problems."

Rex entered the command room with a small disc and passed it to Aurelian. "Here they are, the coordinates of every Republic base, Separatist installation, pirate hideout and smuggler's den in the Outer Rim."

Wolffe placed a hand on his brother's shoulder and added. "Plus a few Mandalorian bases that even they've forgotten about."

"Thank you, Captain."

"Sure you won't come with us?" Ezra asked.

"Yeah, you're not bad in a fight. The Lasat chuckled. "I mean, for older gentlemen." he and Gregor began playfully bashing elbows.

"Yeah. Like I said, our war's over, kid. Don't much care to get mixed up in another. Oh, and say hello to Commander Tano for me."

"But the Empire's on its way, and they will find you."

"Oh, we can take care of ourselves." Rex assured the blue haired boy.

"Spectre-1 to Spectre-2. Gonna be down here a while longer. Give me some good news. Has the Empire showed up yet?"

Back in the Ghost, Hera reached around from under the main console to find her communicator. She grabbed it and lifted herself up to talk to Kanan.

"G5 and I are a little busy finishing repairs on the Ghost, but Chopper's been scanning. So far, nothing."

Chopper let out a panicked beep, as the ship's radar began humming. Hera stood up and looked out to the window, where an Imperial Star Destroyer appeared in orbit around Seelos.

Hera sighed and spoke, "Just had to say that. Star Destroyer just came out of hyperspace. Gonna power down so they can't scan me. Once I finish my repairs, I'll come get you. Good luck down there." Hera turned off all the ship's system before turning to the astromechs. "Sorry, guys. That means you too." they both complained but Hera powered them off.

Four TIE Fighters were released from the Star Destroyer. Hera let out a sigh of relief as they missed her ship and flew down to the surface. Back in the old walker, the rebels and clones were preparing for the Empire's arrival. All were hoping the clone's experience would help them against the Imperial threat.

"If they follow procedure, they'll fly search patterns based on our last confirmed position." Rex assured them.

Gregor noticed a flashing Imperial insignia on the screen and turned to Rex, "Or they'll call. Incoming Imperial transmission. It's for you, Wolffe."

"They called back? Th–they never call back."

Kanan chuckled dryly, "This is why I don't trust clones." he scoffed before walking.

"Just get rid of 'em, Wolffe." Ezra advised.

"Yeah, it was my mistake. And I'll fix it."

The call came online, revealing Naomi on the other end. "Hello there." she greeted as professionally as she could.