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No!

We have former Imperials working throughout

every level of the New Republic Government.

Yes, but I believe their activity speaks to a larger operation. Involving Thrawn.

I have reason to believe he's alive

and his allies are working to find him.

That is our destination.

Where Grand Admiral Thrawn is banished.

How long have I been out?

One rotation.

And Sabine? We have not found her.

We were hoping you could explain what happened.

Sabine, come with me.

Do it. For Ezra.

I know how to follow Sabine.

I'm not sure I like this plan. There's no other way.

Without the map, we don't have the proper coordinates.

Move us in.

You're certain they know where Sabine was taken?

I have no idea.

Hera, I'll find them. I promise.

May the Force be with you.

Intergalactic travel within a star whale.

Now I really have done it all.

I remember them from the stories you would tell us

when we were younglings back at the Temple.

Ah, yes. History of the Galaxy, Parts One, Two, and Three.

One being the best, of course.

I still have those stories in my archive memory.

Would you like to hear one?

Oh.

Not right now.

Perhaps you have a story for me.

There's something I didn't tell Hera about Sabine.

Which is?

She went with the enemy willingly.

Impossible.

I saw it through the Force when I held the map.

Well, that is troubling.

Troubling.

She could have ended this.

No Thrawn.

No war.

And no Ezra.

She was fated to make that choice.

There wasn't enough time to prepare her to make the right one.

The Force provides you with insight,

but it does not give one all the answers.

Meaning?

Perhaps, for Sabine, it was the only choice.

A choice she made for herself.

That is your fear.

On second thought, tell me one of those stories.

Your choice.

Very well.

A long time ago,

in a galaxy far, far away...

I was hoping for a room with a view.

You find your situation confining?

A bit.

I would think this would be an opportunity for reflection.

- I try to avoid that. - I can understand why.

Hey.

We had a deal.

You promised me I would see Ezra again.

Hey!

Hey! We had a deal!

The prisoner?

Is impatient.

You still mean to follow through on your promise to her?

Her focus to find Ezra Bridger blinds her.

I believe she can still be of some use to us.

Tracking complete.

We have arrived at our destination.

Preparing to exit hyperspace.

That is Peridea.

The ancient home world of my ancestors, the Dathomiri.

The Jedi archives spoke of this place.

It was the end of a migration route used by the star whales

as they traversed the void from one galaxy to the other.

My people were the first to harness and ride the creatures

in the days before time was counted.

The whales came here to die.

Peridea is a graveyard.

We are receiving a beacon signal from the planet's surface.

Let us not keep them waiting.

Welcome, child of Dathomir.

You do our ancestors credit.

Thank you, Great Mother.

You heard our call to you in the dream?

Your visions guided me across the stars.

More witches.

Long have we waited for you.

And you came, as Thrawn promised.

Where is Thrawn?

You shall wait. He is coming.

It reeks of Jedi.

It is dangerous.

It will wait in solitude.

Hey, we had a deal.

Where is Ezra? Where is he?

What is it, Master?

This is a land of dreams and madness.

Children's stories come to life.

I know no such stories.

You weren't raised at the Temple.

Stories of this galaxy are considered folktales.

Some ancient past, long forgotten.

With good reason.

Sometimes stories are just stories.

When I was a bit older than you are now,

I watched everything I knew burn.

The Jedi Temple?

I couldn't make sense of it at the time.

As you get older, look at history,

you realize it's all inevitable.

The fall of the Jedi, rise of the Empire.

It repeats again and again and again.

Then, isn't it our turn now?

Won't our alliance with Thrawn finally

bring us into power?

That sort of power is fleeting.

What I seek is the beginning,

so I may finally bring this cycle to an end.

And that beginning is here?

If the old stories are true.

Ahsoka.

What am I doing?

All right.

Attention!

Thrawn. Thrawn. Thrawn.

Fall in.

Attention!

March!

What was first just a dream has become a frightening reality

for those who may oppose us.

Great Mothers, I salute you.

Soon, we shall all escape this exile thanks to the efforts of Morgan Elsbeth.

I am ever your servant, Grand Admiral.

This is Enoch, captain of my guard.

He shall begin the cargo transfer

as per my agreement with the Great Mothers.

I have seen the catacombs.

It will take some time. At least three rotations.

An acceptable timeframe.

They have brought a prisoner.

You never spoke of this.

We did not see it. It is a loose thread.

Well, speak to me of this loose thread.

I brought the prisoner.

I felt she could be of some use to us.

And you are?

Mercenaries.

Baylan Skoll and his apprentice, Shin Hati.

Then you must be General Baylan Skoll

of the Jedi Order.

I parted ways with the Jedi long ago.

You would not be the first.

The prisoner is Sabine Wren.

Now there's a familiar name.

You're quite right.

She'll be of great use to us.

Sabine Wren.

Thrawn.

What a delight it is after so long to see a familiar face.

I understand it is you I have to thank for my escape from exile.

Where is Ezra?

Ah, yes.

The desire to be reunited with your long-lost friend.

How that singular focus will reshape our galaxy.

Just answer the question.

No need for hostility.

I'm aware of your agreement with Baylan Skoll,

and I intend to honor it.

You shall have provisions, a mount,

and our latest intel on Bridger's whereabouts.

So, that's it? You're just gonna let me walk out of here?

You helped my cause. Now I shall help yours.

You should know, though, that once my starship departs,

you'll be stranded here forever.

It's also quite possible that your friend

is dead.

If you survived, I'm sure he's doing just fine.

You have gambled the fate of your galaxy

on that belief.

You wouldn't understand.

Perhaps not.

I'd rather not waste any more time.

What kind of ride you got around here?

Tota.

Be warned.

Nomads wander this wasteland and prey upon each other for survival.

Here are your weapons.

Die well.

She is on a fool's errand.

Indeed. You may follow her at your own pace.

Yes, Grand Admiral.

I thought you were to honor your agreement.

But he shall.

Sabine Wren will have the opportunity of finding Ezra Bridger,

just as promised.

And if she does,

you and your Master will destroy them both.

Whoa. Steady.

No, wait!

Grand Admiral, the mercenaries have departed.

Good. Prepare two attack squads. Wait for Lord Baylan's signal.

Should we not send more troops to support them?

During this exile, our numbers have dwindled.

So, no. Two squads will suffice.

Our primary objective is to escape this galaxy.

It matters not whether Wren and Bridger are killed or stranded here.

The same can be said for your two mercenaries.

You. You abandoned me.

Should've known you were a coward.

Okay. Fine.

I'll give you another chance, but you better not bail on me this time.

Got it?

Well, friend, this is your world.

You got something?

Come on.

Am I missing something?

You were thirsty.

Is that it?

Now what?

It's a rock.

You're embarrassing yourself.

Hey!

Okay, yeah, that trick's over.

Get up. Come on, I can see you there.

I'm not gonna hurt you.

It's okay. It's okay. I've got this.

Down.

Tota. Tota!

No, no, it won't hurt you.

Just relax over there.

What? This?

You like this?

How's that possible?

Ezra! Do you know Ezra?

No! Stay.

I don't believe it, you...

You... You must know Ezra Bridger.

Please.

Do you know Ezra Bridger? He's my friend.

Ezra Bridger.

Yes. You know him. You've seen him.

Hey. You did good.

Come on.

Looks like she survived.

Do you know the one she seeks so desperately?

Bridger? No, he's too young.

Comes from a breed of Bokken Jedi

trained in the wild after the Temple fell.

Like me.

No. He was trained as a Jedi.

You I trained to be something more.

Do you miss it?

The Order.

I miss...

the idea of it.

But not the truth, the weakness.

There was no future there.

And you clearly see one here?

In this wasteland?

I see what once was the great Witch Kingdom of the Dathmiri.

The existence of the Great Mothers confirms this.

They seem eager to leave this place. Maybe we should, too.

Perhaps they flee a power greater than their own.

Something calls to me.

Can't you hear it?

Something stirs here.

Can't you see it?

I see bandits.

There's no need for bloodshed.

The enemy of our enemy is our friend. For now.

Stay here. Stay.

Uh, no, thank you.

I knew I could count on you.

Though,

it sure took you long enough.

Well, you didn't exactly tell any of us where you were going.

That's because I didn't know where I was going.

Typical.

Always a plan, never a good one.

Hey. It worked, didn't it?

Didn't it?

It worked.

I see my friends found you.

Yeah.

Your very own band of rebels.

I have so many questions.

You're riding a howler. How'd that happen?

In fact, how did you find me?

How did you get here?

Let's not talk about that. Not right now.

- Sabine... - Hey.

- Hmm? - I just wanna be happy that I found you.

After all this time, can I have that?

Of course.

Come on. We never stay in one place for very long.

Let's help them pack up.

Sabine.

Thanks for coming.

I can't wait to go home.

Great Mothers, you wish to speak with me.

The thread of fate has spoken to us.

Another comes.

A Jedi.

They ride the travelers.

Well, that is unwelcome news.

Could it be the recently deceased Ahsoka Tano?

Impossible.

I thought it was beyond you to underestimate a Jedi.

After all, death and resurrection are common deceptions

played out by both Nightsister and Jedi.

Baylan assured me of her death.

And yet he was once a Jedi.

So, we must regard him as flawed.

No, we shall consider Ahsoka Tano alive until we know otherwise.

And we shall prepare accordingly.

I want to know her background, history, homeworld, her Master, everything.

Yes, Grand Admiral.

If a star whale approaches Peridea,

destroy it with prejudice.

Great Mothers, I shall once again require the aid

of your dark magick.

The thread of destiny demands it, Grand Admiral.