With the eruption of Thrawn's frigate, and the death of the treacherous admiral, all of the droid fighters that had managed to take off lost their central command signal and were left floating through space, deactivated. This show of power from the New Republic demoralised the imperial remnants, causing many of them to surrender after a few days. Those who continued to fight soon found themselves outnumbered, and fled into the Unknown Regions, they would probably never be heard from again. The New Republic rose to power, and established a new rule of authority on the planet Chandrila. They decided against using Coruscant as a capital, after its connotations and connections to the Old Empire. Heroes like Leia Organa and Luke Skywalker helped to raise this infant government out of the ground, protecting it from new threats while helping to spread peace and democracy to a troubled galaxy.

The Ghost, with Ezra and Sabine on board, narrowly escaped the blast of the frigate, docking with the Redemption shortly afterwards. A second ship, under the title of The Gauntlet, soon followed them, carrying Ahsoka and Skorn to safety as well. Once the Battle of Jakku reached its climax, Ezra followed his previous promise and pulled himself away from a military life. The death that he'd witnessed over his time with the Rebellion had changed him, and he wasn't sure that it was for the better. Thrawn was by no means an innocent soul, but Ezra had murdered him in cold blood, a deed that would haunt is darker dreams for some time to follow. To ease his spirit, and confirm what he had sacrificed so much for, he decided to return to his home planet, eager to see what it looked like without the dark shadow of the Empire looming over it. And so, just one week after the Battle of Jakku, the Jedi found himself stood in Sabine's high-end apartment, watching over the skyline of Lothal.
"They're almost ready upstairs...quite a party that they've prepared for your return...I hear Hera even managed to acquire some meilooruns" Ahsoka stated, startling Bridger from behind. Ezra did not turn around, instead continuing to stare out of the window, utterly engrossed in the view before him.
"That's...good..." he whispered slowly, not really thinking about what he was saying.
"Something is troubling you" Ahsoka commented, gently turning the boy around to face her. Ezra tried to avoid her gaze, but ended up looking into her eyes anyway.
"Just thinking about the people I've lost...my parents...Kanan...very nearly Sabine back there" he admitted, in his heart, he found himself wondering if it had all been worth it. As he looked outside that window, he saw this perfect picture of peace, a prospering Lothal, and all he could think about was all of the people who had sacrificed themselves for it. The dead heroes who didn't survive to see this victory.
"Everybody who we've lost knew that they were fighting for something greater than themselves...and I guarantee that somebody like Kanan wouldn't want to see you in this state. But, I do have something that may cheer you up, a gift from the past, if you will" the togruta responded, producing the hilt of a lightsaber from her belt and passing it to him. He recognised the shape instantly, moulding to his hand comfortably. His old weapon, lost so many years ago.
"Your old friend, Chopper, handed it to me just a few minutes ago. Apparently, he's kept hold of it for all this time, just in case you ever returned. If that isn't loyalty, I don't know what is" Ahsoka explained, causing Ezra to smile fondly. After all of the pranks, all of the grumpy comments and the reluctant groans that Chopper had given out in the years that Ezra had known him, he never realised that the droid cared as much as this. It warmed his heart to see his old lightsaber again, and to know that it had been Chopper who saved it.
"Now, there's a party on that roof with all of your friends, if there is even a shred of the old Ezra left...I imagine you want to be part of this" Ahsoka said, causing a grin to appear on Ezra's face. He clipped the old blade to his belt, before following her towards an elevator.

Ahsoka and Ezra took an elevator up to the roof, both dressed in reasonably smart clothing. Ezra had sported his first ever suit and tie, a light blue jacket to match his eyes with brown trousers. Ahsoka, meanwhile, was wearing a black dress that contrasted with her orange and white skin. This was by no means supposed to be a wild party, it was a reunion, the meeting of old friends. The Jedi found himself excited, eager to meet anybody he used to know who had survived this damnable war. And he did not have to wait long. With a hiss, the elevator doors opened, revealing well over a dozen guests, gathered under some temporary gazebos. All manner of old friends had showed up; both close friends like Zeb, Hera and Chopper, and old allies like Rex, Hondo and Wedge. Anybody and everybody who had ever fought alongside him was here, all to welcome him home. But in this crowd, one person stood out to the Jedi, and though she stood near the back of the procession, his eyes were immediately drawn to her. Sabine Wren. Ezra didn't think he'd ever seen her in a dress before, but she'd certainly gone all the way with it. A short cyan dress clung to her copper skin, and a pair of gold bracelets, embedded with emeralds, wrapped around each wrist. She wore a tiara made from flowers on her head, white flowers, no doubt gathered from the local Lothalian fields outside Capital City. He couldn't take his eyes off her, only when he heard the entire group shout his name did he look around.
"Ezra! We never had time on The Ghost...force, don't you ever leave again" Hera said softly, approaching him in a black dress of her own. Kanan would have liked her outfit. The pair embraced, and Ezra couldn't wipe a massive grin from his face.
"Hah...you realise she'll be following you forever now, right kid?" a familiar voice boomed from behind him. He separated from Hera and turned, smiling as he saw the large muscular form of Zeb stood over him. The Lasat had tried his best with the formal dress code, for once covering up his hairy arms beneath a tightly fitted suit.
"Good to see you again" Ezra said, shaking Zeb's hand and wincing under the Lasat's tight grip.
"Same to you, pal. What do you say we sit down for a game of dejarik? Once you've finished with everyone else" The Lasat asked in a friendly voice.
"With the last few years to practice...you might just be able to act as a worthy opponent for me" Ezra answered, causing Zeb to walk off laughing.

Ezra spent the next few hours conversing with old friends, and eating several slices of a huge icing cake that had been made especially for him. The cake showed the same image as the painting that he'd been shown in the cave the previous day, the original crew, stood together. His conversations yielded many surprising little pieces of information, for instance that Hera had been pregnant several years ago, thanks to Kanan of course. Ezra met Jacen Syndulla and couldn't help but laugh, he was the perfect mixture of his former master and Hera. Apparently Wedge had also received a plethora of promotions, now calling himself Phantom Leader. Ezra reckoned that 'phantom' was a poor man's spectre, but who was he to judge? Kallus was there, him and Zeb had grown closer to one another, brothers of war. That was nice to see, bitter enemies turned friends. By the time the night was done, Ezra had spoken at length to everybody there. Rex and Skorn seemed to get along well, sharing old war stories from the days of the Clone Wars. Ahsoka had joined them, they were a trio of old veterans.

The clock struck midnight, but nobody noticed, the entire group gathering under the Lothalian night sky. They celebrated what they had survived, what they had achieved and most of all, they celebrated all of the different friendships that they had formed. Ezra found himself standing at the edge of a roof, leaning over the safety rail and once again staring out at the skyline of Capital City. It was so good to see that everything he'd sacrificed had not been in vain. Yes, people had lost a lot, but this was a picture of hope, and that was all they had ever needed. For the second time that night, Ahsoka silently approached him, standing by his side.
"Enjoying the party?" she asked warmly.
"You have no idea, I never realised how much I had until I lost it all...it's good to be back" Ezra responded. There was a silence, and in the distance, on the wind, Ezra could have sworn that he heard a loth-wolf howl.
"What will you do now?" Ahsoka questioned. It took Ezra a moment to think of a response.
"Well...I'm going to stay away from war I think...I'll stay here, on Lothal, I could take in this sight for hours. And...there is a certain person who I think I need to talk to...one on one" he answered. Ahsoka smiled, she knew exactly who he was talking about.
"It looks like you'll get your chance sooner rather than later" the togruta said. Ezra glanced behind to see Sabine slowly approaching, before turning to Ahsoka in panic.
"Oh kriff. What the hell am I going to say to her?!" he whispered.
"I'm sure you'll think of something" Ahsoka stated with an amused smile, brushing past him and walking past Sabine with a nod of her head. Ezra stood in silence for several seconds, his mind hurriedly trying to think of something to say.
"Hey Ezra" Sabine greeted, suddenly appearing next to him with a friendly smile.
"Hi..." he started, unable to form any more words. He hadn't been this nervous when fighting Vader on Malachor, this was so much more terrifying in a whole new way.
"So..." Sabine said, also unsure of what to say.
"I like your dress" Ezra blurted out, finishing his sentence with a cough.
"Thanks!" she responded with a smile. They both stood there, silently, and the awkward tension was clear in the air. It was worse for Ezra because he could actually sense it.
"Listen...about what I said on Thrawn's ship...when you were hanging" he started, but he was cut off. The Mandalorian suddenly pressed her lips up against his, using one hand to gently massage the hair on the back of his head while grabbing his cheek with the other, pulling him closer. Ezra was shocked at first, but soon recovered, placing a hand on her hip and holding the position. They stood, tangled in one another, and several seconds felt like an entire eternity to them, lost in one another. A sudden loud noise interrupted, causing them to separate with a gasp. They both turned to see everybody else in the party staring at them, grins on their faces.
"Well it's about kriffing time!" Zeb shouted, raising the glass of alcohol in his hand with a cheer. Chopper garbled, and his beeps actually sounded happy for once as he fired a party popper from his shell. Ezra and Sabine simply grinned at one another, turning their attention away from the audience and stealing another kiss. The night stretched on, and it was the best night of Ezra's life.

Ezra and Sabine confirmed their feelings for one another that night, and several years later found themselves married, still living in Sabine's apartment on Lothal. Only, it wasn't Sabine's apartment, not anymore, it belonged to both of them. A home. They lived happily on Lothal for the rest of their days, never again returning to the world of war and conflict, except for the occasional friendly contest with stun rounds.

Ahsoka, having spent so long in exile, decided that she had wasted away far too many years of her life, and thus dedicated the rest of her time to helping those affected by the war. She visited hundreds of outer-rim colonies, decimated by the Galactic Civil War, and worked with New Republic soldiers to deliver aid and support to the refugees. It was a good life, the difficult work seeming tiny in comparison to the looks on people's faces when she helped them out of the ash.

Skorn, too, found himself regretting the way he had spent his life, not that it had been his fault. He decided that he would spend the remaining years flying around the galaxy, not as a soldier, but as a tourist. He wanted to see all of the planets in the night sky, and it is fair to say that he achieved his aim. Some days he would meet Ahsoka, and help her with her own mission, he even met with Rex again occasionally. But most of his time was spent staring at the sheer beauty of the galaxy, he was no longer a warrior.

As for the rest of the Ghost crew, they did what they always had done. Hera, Chopper and Jacen continued to fly their freighter around the galaxy, helping those in need and doing the occasional mission for the New Republic. Zeb and Kallus returned home, meeting with the crew from time to time. But no night was like the party for Ezra's return, it had been the first and last time that everybody had been together. Even though all of them never gathered again, they would always be bonded in spirit. They were family. The family of the Ghost.