"Phantom, this is Fulcrum. Come in," the Rebel agent said after making sure his cloaking filters were on.

"This is Spectre-2, Fulcrum," came the immediate response.

Fulcrum smiled. Captain Syndulla, punctual as usual. He pushed the last crate into place before responding. "Already at the rendezvous, Spectre-2. Supplies are unloaded and waiting for you. Need me to stick around?"

Someone answered, but Fulcrum was pretty sure it wasn't the captain. This voice was feminine but too high-pitched to be Syndulla. "Yeah, stick around. Spectre-2 and I would love to talk to you."

"Spectre-2, what's the problem?" he asked. Syndulla was supposed to make this run alone like she usually did. Who was with her?

"No problem, Fulcrum," she assured him, explaining, "Spectre-5 decided to help with the supply run."

Oh, yeah, the Mandalorian. Fulcrum remembered seeing her on the footage from Senator Amidala's mission. Well, her droids' mission. "Understood. Fulcrum out." Ending the call, he settled into the cockpit of his ship, the Rogue, and began the takeoff sequence.

If he was completely honest, he had loved watching the recordings his droid had taken for them. Captain Syndulla had described her crew before, but it wasn't the same as seeing them. If he was honest, he wasn't surprised Spectre-5 had tagged along, it seemed like the type of thing she would do. Her taste in colors and hairstyle choice made it clear she didn't like sticking to the book.

None of the Spectres did, actually. A Twi'lek who refused to submit to racist stereotypes, a Lasat who had escaped the massacre of his people, a Mandalorian who wasn't on Mandalore, the droid didn't need explaining, and a Jedi Padawan who had completely all but abandoned the Code. Fulcrum loved it, even though he hadn't met any of them recently except for Captain Syndulla. He especially rejoiced in the fact that his suspicions had been correct, and that there indeed was a Jedi on board.

Two, actually. Over the past couple months, they had picked up a teenage male from Lothal. He was human, but his hair suggested he had an alien parent. The recordings suggested he was a Force-user, or at least Force-sensitive. Fulcrum kept an eye out for potential Younglings around the galaxy, so when this one ended up throwing his lot with the Ghost crew, he had been happy to hear it. One day, he promised himself, one day he was going to meet the apprentice and reconnect with his master. Despite the new name and older look, Fulcrum knew exactly who Kanan Jarrus had once been.

Still, today wasn't that day. Leaving the base, he called out to his droid. "Did anything come in from command while we were out?"

The blue astromech whistled, calling out a set of coordinates after answering. "Senate report, huh?" Punching in the numbers, he laughed to himself as he prepared to jump to hyperspace. "Sounds like fun."