It's been a month since Sabine disappeared.

It's been two months since we lost Kanan, Ezra and Ani.

And there are rumors the Empire is building a weapon.

(One month till a new hope)

Hera sat and continued to think of how everything went so wrong so quick.

It was perfect everything was right.

Everything was so close to being like the old times.

"You okay General?" Zeb said walking up with Chopper.

"I'm fine Zeb." Hera said getting up from the crate of goods she was sitting on.

"We might have a lead on Kanan's location." He said and she smiled.

"Let's hope this one isn't a wild bantha chase too." Hera said following Zeb into the base.

"Me too." He said.

"General Syndulla we got new information on Kanan's location." General Draven told her from across the table.

"Yes." She said facing him, as a figure emerged from behind him.

"This is Cassian Andor, rebel intelligence." Draven told her.

"What do you have for me?" Hera asked, hopeful.

"I believe he is in the Spire on Stygeon Prime, general." Cassian told Hera.

"I want you, Zeb, Chopper and your droid to go to Stygeon Prime and confirm that he is there, if he is we will plan a rescue mission." Draven told Cassian.

"And I have other places to be, may the force be with you. Please find him Zeb." Hera told the lasat.

"I will." He said and smiled as Hera walked off to help the cause.

"Come on we don't have all day." Cassian said and started to walk out of the base to his ship. "We'll take the U-wing."

"Ok come on Chopper." Zeb told the grumpy little orange droid and he reluctantly followed.

They walked across the planet of Yavin 4 to a U-wing that Cassian opened up.

"K2 set course for Stygeon Prime." Cassian yelled getting onto the ship.

"You mean the death pit." K2 said as Zeb got on board with Chopper.

"Just set the course." He said, sitting in the pilot's seat by the droid.

"I assume he's reprogrammed." Zeb said sitting down on the bench, noticing the droid.

"I assume you need some soap." K2 sassed.

"Ignore him, his programming makes him say the first thing that comes to mind." Cassian said as the ship started up, cutting off Zeb's comeback.

"Well my name is Zeb and that's Chopper." Zeb said introducing himself to the two.

Chopper beeped some stuff at K2.

"Someone put that bucket of bolts in a trash compactor." K2 said, as the ship began to leave the planet's surface.

Chopper beeped some more at him.

"You're a piece of junk." K2 told him back.

"Chopper shut it." Zeb said, not wanting to make enemies.

He beeped some more.

"I will come back there and slap you." K2 said.

"K2 calm yourself." Cassian said, pulling the ship off the planet.

"Calm yourself mustache boy." The droid responded and Cassian sighed.

"I will power you down." Zeb said to Chopper threateningly.

He beeped.

"Ok that's it." Zeb said and powered the droid down for the rest of the flight.

"Can we throw him out the window?" K2 said.

"Not yet." Cassian said and the jumped to hyperspace, away from the rebel base, to hoping they could find Kanan.

                                                  {•-•}

In a cell a rebel sat.

A Jedi Knight, unsure of what was happening everywhere else in the galaxy.

A Master, realizing he might of lost everything.

A man, who had hope that the Empire wouldn't win.

A loved one, who knew he might not live to see the end of the war.

Broken.

                           {•-•}

On an old abandoned imperial tower, a girl sat.

A girl, who had lost everything.

A mandolorian, who hasn't gave up.

A friend, who misses him.

Broken.
                           {•-•}

Alone in her room, a ex Jedi thought.

A padawan, who had lost her Master.

A woman, realizing she must have hope or all is lost.

Broken.
                           {•-•}

Three troops are sitting having another meal together.

Leading.

Shy.

Humorous.

Nervous.

Lost.

Not knowing what had happened in their lives.

Broken.

                           {•-•}

A girl with her perspectives changed sat in her cold desolate room.

She grabbed the knife sitting near her bed.

She stabbed it though the top of her left hand, she screamed and embraced the pain, welcoming it.

The young girl pulled out the knife and focused, it healed in a matter of seconds.

Becoming consumed and lost.

Broken.

                           {•-•}

Sabine got up from siting in Ezra's old tower.

She climbed down the ladder and walked back into capital city.

Ready to look somewhere else, and being prepared to turn herself in, prepared to die to just see him again.