The planet formed as a black diamond. She drew nearer and nearer, feeling its strong energy pulling her in. The planet split in half; a blinding white light flooded her eyes. When she opened them again, a destroyed terrain was all that met her gaze.

Everywhere she looked, darkness reined. No plants grew, buildings crumbled, rocks lay dashed to smithereens. She took a step forward and then another. Behind her, the grass began to turn green. The broken rocks became whole and floated up into the lightening sky.

"You have come home," voices whispered. "At last you are here. You must stay. Help us. Keep the balance. Restore the peace."

"I don't even know where I am!" She exclaimed. "Who are you? What is this place?"

The planet plunged into darkness once more. She was now outside of a red glowing temple. The blue eyed boy was before her, green lightsaber in hand. "Ania, don't make me do this!"

She looked at her own lightsabers, thrumming with energy. Her skin was turning gray and cracking. "Don't test me! I will kill you!" She screamed.

"Ania, this isn't you! Something on this planet is messing with your mind! Fight it!"

"No, Ezra. This is me. You just refuse to believe it." With a scream of rage she swung her lightsaber at the boy and...

Ania woke with a start, gasping for breath. She struggled to remember where she was for a moment, before recallling. She was on board the Revolution with a fleet of A-wing fighters being remotely flown behind them. Sabine was in the Ravager, controlling the A-wings and heading back to Lothal while Ania and Ezra looked for another freighter.

"You awake yet? We're nearing Corellia!" Ezra shouted.

Ania shook her head dizzily. Corellia? Oh, right. She had set their hyperspace coordinates for the planet before falling asleep. If they were nearly there, then she had been asleep for some time. Ania stood and made her way to the cockpit.

Ezra had his feet resting on the control panel when she walked in. "Took you long enough. Have a nice nap?" The look on her face must have been answer enough. He moved his feet and sat up. "What is it?"

Ania took her place in the pilot's seat. "Nothing."

"I don't believe you."

She laughed. "You wouldn't believe me if I told you."

"Well, we won't know for sure until you tell me." Ezra waited a few minutes. "Did you have a vision?"

Ania sighed. "Yes."

"What was it about?"

"Nothing I want to share."

He stayed quiet before asking, "So when you have visions, are they scattered or dream-like?"

"Why do you ask?"

"Just curious. Mine have never been clear. They've always been fragments or individual objects, except for the one about you. That one, I could see everything."

"Visions are different for everyone. I've always been able to see clearly in my visions, except for the ones about my past. I can see them now, but before they would come in fragments. I think it depends on how in tune with yourself you are. If you can focus your energy and thoughts, the visions are clear. If your mind is turbulent and unfocused, you'll only see fragments."

Ezra whistled. "I think Kanan would call that Master Wisdom."

Ania smiled faintly. "I would make a terrible Jedi Master."

"I think you'd do all right."

"Wow. Thanks."

"Hey, I'm just saying, you're not exactly the perfect example of a Jedi Master."

She punched him in the arm. "Says the former thief!"

"That's nothing compared to Vader's mercenary." Ezra bit his lip. "Sorry, I didn't..."

"It's all right," Ania said swiftly. "We're here." She eased the ship out of hyperspace and came face to face with the Imperial blockade around Corellia. "Strap yourself in. If they don't buy our story, we're gonna have to jump from here." Ania threw on her Mandalorian helmet. She hadn't changed out of her armor, thankfully.

A red light blinked on. Ania accepted the transmission. "Kom'rk shuttle, state your identification and destination," a voice crackled over the intercom.

"Shuttle Empiria, identification number 0103-1927-0003. Destination, Shipyard CS-82," Ania replied, going over the words in her mind.

"What are those?" Ezra whispered.

"Imperial clearance codes. The ship name is new, but so are the codes. Hopefully they'll buy it," she whispered back.

"What is your cargo?"

"Scrap parts and manifest," Ania replied calmly.

Static crackled over the comm for a few minutes, then, "You are cleared for landing. Proceed to CS-82."

Ania and Ezra both let out a sigh of relief and guided the ship past the blockade. Ania switched the transmission off. "We'll stop by the shipyard to dump of these scraps." She jerked her head to the crates of old droid parts they had found on the ship. "There's someone I know who works there and they've got the ship I need." She held out a bag that held her clothes and lightsabers. Ezra dropped his lightsaber in.

"Wait, so who's going to fly this ship back to Lothal?" He asked.

Ania lowered the landing gear and set the ship down. She stood and clapped a hand on Ezra's back as she passed by. "That's where you come in." She grabbed two of the grates and turned on their hover.

Ezra threw on his helmet and ran after her, grabbing the last two crates. "Wait, you want me to fly this ship?" She closed the ramp as he jumped off.

"Yes, I can't fly two ships at once. You'll do fine," she replied. Two stormtroopers were headed their way.

"Open the crates," one of the troopers ordered as they drew closer.

Ania and Ezra complied, throwing the lids off all four crates. The stormtroopers bent down to inspect them. "These aren't ship parts! They're droid parts," the same trooper sneered.

Ania groaned. "Employers. You can't trust a word they say. They tell you, 'Hey, you need to make a delivery. Here's what it is' and turns out they gave you the wrong information."

The stormtrooper raised a hand to silence her. "Just...stop talking. The droid parts go over there," he pointed towards a rundown part of the shipyard. "Make your delivery and get out of here. We've got bigger loads coming in."

The troopers moved on, leaving Ania and Ezra to replace the lids. "Was that part of the plan?" Ezra asked after the troops were out of hearing.

"Every sentence of it. My friend is the droid inspector here."

"And he knows ships?"

She didn't need to see his face to know there was a disbelieving look there. "Yes, Tiel is one of the best. Untraceable, code scramblers, illegal additions, you name, he's got it."

"Are his dealings legal?"

She glanced back at him. "Didn't you hear what I just said? Of course not. He's one of the top sellers on the Black Market. If I wanted a ship with millions of documents all pointing back to me, I'd go buy a pre-Empire Republic Gunship."

"Point taken."

The rundown portion of the shipyard had been pushed into a box shape. A ratty tarped tent shielded the parts stored beneath it from the weather of Corellia. Ania knocked on the metal. There was a loud crash and some muttered curses before a face appeared. An Ugnaught looked out a dilapidated doorway.

Ania tapped two fingers on her crate. "We've got droid parts for you."

The Ugnaught narrowed his eyes at her. "I don't do business with Mandalorians, Togruta or no."

"Tiel, as prejudiced as ever I see."

He scrambled out of the doorway and crept towards them. "There are few in this galaxy that know me by that name." He looked up at Ania. "Who are you?"

"Take us inside," she ordered. "Trust me. You wouldn't want to be seen with me out here."

He gave them both another suspicious look before gesturing for them to enter. Tiel stood outside until Ania and Ezra had moved the crates into the workshop. He sealed the door behind them.

"Well?" Tiel crossed his arms impatiently.

Ania removed her helmet and shook her head, removing the lingering feeling. "Nice to see you again."

"By the stars, I never expected to see you again," Tiel muttered. "Hoped would be more accurate."

"Unfortunately for you, the stars don't run things around here and I'm in need of a ship."

"What happened to the last one I gave you? Did you crash that one into this junkyard too?"

Ezra looked at Ania curiously. "I may be the reason why this part of the shipyard is junked," Ania explained. "No, I still have the Ravager, but I need a new ship. An unrecognizable one. All the same gear as the Ravager, though."

Tiel shook his head and sighed. "I wish you would've stayed away, Tano. If the Empire finds out I'm helping you, I'm a dead man."

"Bonteri," Ania blurted out. Tiel raised an eyebrow. "It's Bonteri, not Tano."

Tiel nodded slowly, then glanced at Ezra. "He with you?"

"Yes."

"Well, introduce yourself," Tiel prompted.

Ania put an arm in front of Ezra. "He'll remain anonymous. The less you know, the better." She shot a furious look at Ezra. "Not a word from you until we leave." He nodded his agreement.

"All right...Bonteri. I'll meet you at my docking port. You remember the way?" Tiel asked.

"As if I could forget. Let's go." She replaced her helmet and followed Ezra back to the Revolution. The engines were still humming with life when they boarded. Ania took her place at the controls and waited until they saw Tiel take off in an open platform hover. Ania maneuvered the large ship through the airways, always staying in sight of Tiel. It wasn't that she didn't know the way; she didn't trust Tiel not to sell her out.

They finally arrived near the apartment complexes. Ania activated the ship's security measures, in case someone tried to steal it. A heavy rain was beginning to fall so the two of them threw on waterproof ponchos. Tiel was waiting for them by the boarding ramp.

Ania slammed the closing button on her way out. "We'd better hurry. The Empire does routine raids now and you can't be here when they come around." Tiel glanced around, then crouched down.

"What's he doing?" Ezra whispered.

Ania glared at him, even though he wouldn't see it. "Sh. He's opening the sewer entrance." Ezra nodded and remained silent. The manhole cover hissed open and Tiel waved them inside. The sewer tunnel was dry and dark, except for a few pale lights evenly spaced along the walls. Tiel led them through the winding tunnels until at last, they stepped into a hidden ship bay. It was apparent that the roof opened up for ships to enter and leave by.

Tiel led them around to his inventory datapad. "So, what are you in the market for?"

"A Rigger Class, preferably."

"Similar to a B-Wing but with more space," Tiel nodded. He scanned his list for a few minutes. "You're in luck. I happen to have a Rigger."

"What's she got?" Ania prompted.

"A signature scrambler, those new dangled ion cannons, the illegal ones mind you, engine boosters, and something recovered from the Temple Archives," Tiel said with a sly smile.

"The Jedi Temple?" Ania hissed. "What?"

"Rumor has it, during the Clone Wars the Jedi came up with some sort of cloaking device, capable of making a ship totally transparent. The weapons couldn't be fired while the device was activated, but some engineer claimed he managed to fix that issue. Of course, the designs were only prototypes so we don't know if it actually works."

"Oh, they work all right," Ania recalled a story Ahsoka had recently told her. A mission with a IPV-2C Stealth Corvette, the Clone Army's first cloaked ship. Ahsoka herself hadn't been there, but her master had. "There's one installed on the ship?" Tiel nodded. "Perfect. How much?"

"Hold up. I don't take credits anymore. A pirate scammed me a few years ago and I lost nearly all my manifest."

"What do you take then?"

Tiel chucked venomously. "Coaxium. Pure, unrefined coaxium."

"What in the blazes? Do you know how dangerous that stuff is?" Ania hissed.

"Of course I do. Anyone that can survive bringing me coaxium is more than worthy of taking one of my ships. Unfortunately for you, the only coaxium nearby is on Kessel." Tiel grinned. "I'm sure a woman of your abilities will be more than able to bring me what I need."

Ania sighed. "How much do you want?"

"Two canisters. That'll cover you and your friend."

Ezra elbowed Ania. "What?" She whispered, turning away from Tiel.

"Convince him we need his ship. The Revolution is too big to make a quick getaway," Ezra whispered back.

Ania smiled proudly at Ezra. "Good thinking." She turned back to Tiel. "All right. We'll get you that coaxium. However, our ship is too big to make the quick maneuvers we'll be taking. If you want that coaxium so badly," she paused, walking around Tiel, "and this is just a bold guess, but I'm assuming you want it pretty badly, we'll be needing the ship now."

"What?" Tiel exclaimed.

"Well, the way I see it, you want the coaxium so you can get off world. Two canisters would be enough hyperspace fuel to get you to Soronia until you could get out of the Corellian System. Because you have such a large stock of ships, I'm guessing no one has made it back with your canisters before so by now, you're pretty desperate. You let us take the Rigger now, and we'll come back with the shipment," Ania drawled.

"You'll just take my ship and leave! No deal!" Tiel spat.

"I just bought that Kom'rk. If you think I'd leave it on this hunk of bantha fodder you're very mistaken. I'll even let you hold the ship in here until we get back. That way, even if we double cross you, you'll have a brand new Kom'rk to sell." Ania crossed her arms. Tiel stroked his chin for a minute.

"Fine." He shook her hand firmly. "The ship is over here." Tiel led them through a row of ships and pointed out the small shuttle. Ania tapped a few things into her datapad.

"The Kom'rk will allow you entry to move it over here. We'll be back shortly," Ania said with a smirk. Tiel glared at her but deactivated the gravity wells holding the ship in place. Ania and Ezra swiftly boarded.

Ezra set to work setting the navicomputer and checking the fuel levels while Ania prepped the engines. She ran her hands over the steering, letting herself get a feel of the ship. Ezra copied her in the co-pilot's seat. Ahead, the large ceiling opened up. Ania swiftly pulled the ship out of the docking bay and rose above the surface. "Are those coordinates locked on Kessel yet? We're jumping to lightspeed within the atmosphere so the Empire can't stop us." She took off her helmet and set it on the back of her seat.

"Coordinates locked," Ezra said, removing his own helmet. "Are you sure that's safe?"

Ania gave him an exasperated look. "You really should know by now, I never ask those questions until I've done it."

"You really should know by now to ask those questions first!" Ezra exclaimed.

"Relax. I'm still here, aren't I?" Ania grinned at him. They sped into the planet's atmosphere. Rain pelted the ship and lightning strikes narrowly missed it. "I'll get above the clouds before we jump." Ania urged the ship forward. With a final burst of speed, they cleared the clouds. Ania activated the hyperdrive and a rainbow of colors surrounded them.

She felt an intense heat and pressure building up around them. The ship rocked and shuddered. Ania bounced out of her seat and grunted as something heavy landed on top of her. The ship shuddered violently and the weight on top of her vanished. Ania cried out as she tumbled backwards and hit the wall farthest from the control panel. She reached out and wrapped her mental grip on a lever. She pulled and the stabilizer's activated, smoothing out the ship's flight. The rainbow colors disappeared and became the regular blue of hyperspace.

Ania placed a hand to her forehead and let out a sigh of relief. She looked over. Ezra was slouched against the wall beside her. Ania quickly crawled over to him and shook him. "Ezra, are you ok?"

His blue eyes drifted open and he raised a hand to his head. "I'm all right. I think I landed on something though."

"Yeah, I think that was me. We're alive though," She grinned and pulled Ezra to his feet.

Ezra shook his head but smiled. "Let's hope our exit from Kessel is less eventful."

"I don't think we want to even consider a jump like that with unrefined coaxium on board. It would blow us all over the galaxy."

Ezra grimaced. "Doesn't sound fun. How far to Kessel?"

"Two hours or so. I'm getting some sleep and changing out of this armor. It's stifling." Ania stepped into the refresher and dropped her bag on the floor. She quickly changed out of the Mando armor and returned her lightsabers to her belt.

She left the refresher and stepped back into the crew quarters. Ezra was already sprawled out on one of the bunks. Ania set his lightsaber down beside him and crawled onto the bunk below Ezra's. She felt a familiar feeling creep over her, even before her eyes closed. She drifted off before the feeling was fully manifested.