Ezra's POV

Have you ever asked yourself, Man, maybe I shouldn't have done that or, What would have happened if someone wasn't there to help me?

Well, of you have, you know exactly what I was thinking as soon as I rolled off that transport ship.

You see, when the Seventh Sister and I made our plan, it was decided that she would get back to the ship as fast as possible, track my droid's location to whatever transport station I was at, wait under the transport as it was descending, then catch me as I rolled off the transport, so that the inquisitors thought I was dead.

It didn't occur to me until I was freefalling that I didn't check in with the Seventh Sister to see if she was at her location.

As I sensed she was not there with the ship, I quickly jumped into action. The droid had reappeared at my side since there was no ship for him to report to.

I quickly grabbed on of the probe droids legs. I was still falling, but slower than before. I looked up. The transport was a few levels above me.

I told the droid to get nearer to one of the lower levels. Lazily, it started moving towards the edge of the levels. Once it was close enough, I swung my legs back and forth a few times, gaining momentum. Then, I swung forward, letting go of the probe droid.

With help from the Force, I managed to land on my feet on one of the lower levels. With the momentum, when I landed I stumbled a few steps forward.

I looked at the droid that was now floating beside me.

"Bring up the Seventh Sister," I ordered.

The droid clicked a few times before bringing up a hologram of the Seventh Sister.

"Where are you?" I questioned.

The Seventh Sister was obviously in the Phantom, as she was sitting and steering.

"I am on my way," she said.

"No need. I will meet you at these coordinates." I had the probe droid transfer a set of coordinates to the Seventh Sister. She agreed to meet me there with the ship.

I walked deeper into the lower levels, making my way to my comrade.

《~》

I finally made it to the rendezvous. The Seventh Sister made it before me, with the Phantom still surprisingly intact.

"So now what?" The Seventh Sister asked me as we ascended into the Coruscant atmosphere.

"That's what we need to figure out," I replied.

"Now the Eighth Sister and Ninth Brother know someone knows their plans. Well, the basic idea, at least," the Seventh Sister sighed.

"We are going to have to worry about that later. I have a feeling neither of them are the red blade from my dream. We need to look at the information we downloaded from the library," I sighed.

The Seventh Sister typed a few commands into her wristpad. After a few moments, the droid with the downloaded information projected what it had.

"What?" The Seventh Sister exclaimed as she saw the information. Or rather, lack of information.

"It's blank!" I exclaimed.

"This was too easy," the Seventh Sister said.

"We should have suspected something! No visible troopers, lack of security. Someone knew we were coming!" I said.

"But why have us go to all that trouble to get nothing? Unless," the Seventh Sister remained quiet in thought.

"Unless what?" I asked.

"Unless the droid downloaded a tracker!" She said.

Automatically, the Seventh Sister opened the back door. Cool Coruscant air filled the ship.

"What are you doing?" I yelled over the wind from outside.

"Getting rid of the tracker!"

Quickly, the Seventh Sister grabbed the droid and threw it out of the ship. She then shut the door.

"Now they can follow a fake trail," the Seventh Sister said. She typed a few commands into her wristpad yet again. "Now that droid will go the other way."

"That's wonderful, but we still have a problem. Who knew we were going to download information from that library," I said.

"Well, who knew we were gone in the first place?"

"We only told Sabine we were leaving, but we did not tell her where."

"Well, she must have told someone who figured it out."

"We need to know who she told," I sighed.

"And that means?"

"I have to contact the Ghost."