After

After we lost Ezra and then Lothal was free from the Empire

After the Princess escaped from Scarif…

After my mother abdicated and asked me to serve Mandalorians…

After the Empire struck back at Mandalore when the leadership was on Hoth…

After I was literally one parsec away from The Unknown Regions in a ragtag Rebel fleet on the outskirts of the galaxy — oh, the desire to find him was strong that day…

After the final show down on the Endorian moon…

After Hera told me why she was so sick during Scarif and then showed me… That was good — so cute…

After I returned to Lothal and became inspired to paint again, just like I was at the Jedi Temple. It’s like I don’t know what overcame me, but my art…spoke to me…inspired me…

After I talked to Ahsoka and Hera about it and this new guy, Lake or something, from Dantooine—they agreed Ahsoka and I could go and bring Ezra Bridger home.

After many false leads, we finally found him after navigating through this “storm” — I flew, Ahsoka navigated through the Force…

After we landed on an ice ball planet, our ship was damaged, and then we found a sentient being built a large backdoor that we had to climb up a steep slope…

After our arrest by tiny probedroids and deathtroopers, we were thrown before the leaders who were Chiss… Then our names were called by a deeper voice I recognized — it was Ezra! I did not want to say it aloud, but funny how Ahsoka said there was an unseen leash on him. Thrawn?

After we saw him, we were prepared to fight our way out, but Thrawn blinks at Ahsoka, and then glares at me as if I broke Ezra after all Thrawn’s work — like my ready-made response — lek, I’m going to take and figure out what sicko experiments he did to Ezra — that kebiin tal’sur’haisse! Then my mind suddenly restrained me from fighting. I look at Ahsoka and Ezra, and they felt it, too.

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