Even as Sabine sat in the cockpit of what had once been Maul's ship, the Nightbrother, she could hear the sounds of renovation and construction coming from the tower.

She was absolutely sick of living in that cramped old comm facility, so she had asked Ryder if he could hire a team to remodel it into a more suitable home. Despite her offer to pay, he had gleefully waved her off and said he'd fund the operation himself. Now, two weeks later, they were near the end of the job. "I hope Ezra will like it", the Mandalorian murmured to herself as she fiddled with her vambraces.

Suddenly, the ship's transmitter started beeping, and Sabine answered it. She was surprised to see an image of her mother, looking quite down-trodden. "Mother? It's been a while. What's wrong?"

"Sabine... we've lost Mandalore."

"What? What happened?"

"Like I told you months ago, the Empire came back in full-force after we overthrew the Saxons. We did everything in our power to hold them off, but... we couldn't realistically do it forever. Now, they're hunting down all of the warrior clans. We've lost so many." Sabine's heart dropped. "Please tell me you're okay? Father and Tristan?"

"They are with me. We have burned down the Stronghold and left Krownest."

"W-What?"

The young woman's face drooped. Her ancestral home... where she had made so many of her earliest memories... it was gone. Ursa saw the look on her daughter's face and released a sigh of regret. "We had no choice, Sabine. The clan had to scatter if we were to survive." Sabine suppressed her oncoming tears and managed to look at her mother. "So... where will you go?"

"We are coming to Lothal, as is Lady Kryze. We need your help, as well as that of your rebel friends."

"My help? What can I do?"

A short time later...

"That's why we're asking for your help, General Syndulla", Bo-Katan said as she, Sabine, and Ursa stood around a hologram of Hera. The Twi'lek had just been given a rundown of the Mandalorian leader's detailed plan to take a single cruiser past the Imperial blockade, rescue the trapped warriors, and flee. She distracted herself from the unsettling sight of Lady Kryze's cybernetic right arm and nodded. "It's a crazy plan, but we've pulled off crazier. I'll scrounge up a cruiser and rendezvous with you on Lothal."

The three Mandalorians nodded gratefully before the hologram faded. Breaking the solemn silence, Bo-Katan grunted angrily and slammed her mechanical limb into the wall of the Nightbrother's cockpit. Sabine and her mother both flinched, shocked at the outburst.

"When we go back to Mandalore", she snarled, "I want Gideon's head."

"Bo, that isn't our mission", Ursa tried to reason, "We are going there to rescue our people."

"Look at what he did to me!', the leader of Clan Kryze exclaimed as she held up her prosthetic. The mere sight of the thing filled her head with bad memories made all too recently. She could still feel the searing pain of the Darksaber severing her arm at the elbow after Moff Gideon had wrenched it from her grasp. All she wanted was revenge. Sabine knew that feeling all too well, as had every Mandalorian at some point in their life.

"Mother, can we talk outside?"

Ursa nodded and they left Bo-Katan alone in the ship.

"She's taking this pretty hard, huh?", Sabine asked.

"We all are, Sabine, but yes, she is dealing with trauma much more severe. Not only have we lost our world, but she has been forever scarred. And... Gideon hurt someone close to her."

"Fenn?"

The Countess nodded. "He barely survived. We left him in the care of Clan Rook's doctors and asked them to bring him here before we return to Mandalore."

Sabine sighed, understanding Bo-Katan's anger much more now. If something happened to Ezra, she'd probably be even angrier. "Well... for what it's worth, at least she knows where he is."

Ursa raised an eyebrow, looking confused before she realized what her daughter was referring to. "Oh... Bridger. You are still missing him?" The young woman nodded. "Every day, Mother."