Oh man... That premiere was AWESOME! So worth the wait! Sadly, that means this is the final chapter of Nightfall. It's short, but I did it on purpose. I never really intended for this chapter to be long. This is something I have been formulating in my head since we got that clip in July. Please read the A/N for some final remarks. In the meantime, enjoy this final chapter.

Summary: As Ezra prepares to lead a rescue mission, Hera reflects, taking us into Season 3.

"Why in Mustafar are we going after Hondo?" Sabine muttered. "Of all the people we could rescue, it had to be Hondo!"

"He helped us before," Hera pointed out as the Ghost exited hyperspace.

"And then he betrayed us!"

"They were going to imprison him anyway," Hera replied. "He was probably trying to get off as easily as he could."

"That's classic Hondo," Ezra muttered. "All about profit. His intel should help us though...at least it better..."

"You do remember the details, right?" Hera said sternly.

"Of course I do!" Ezra told Hera. "My plans don't go wrong."

"You sound just like Kanan," Zeb chided.

"He's right Ezra," Hera added. "You can't get cocky."

Ezra shrugged as Hera slid down to the prison where Ezra and the others would jump.

After they left, Hera sighed. Kanan should have been the one leading the mission, but he had stayed on Atollon, feeling like he would only get in the way. It was a good thing Ezra was stepping up but it was a small miracle he was mentally able to.

A lot of things changed in six months. She had seen her world fall apart. Kanan was blinded, Ahsoka was killed, and Ezra was shattered to the point that he couldn't even speak.

It was four months before Ezra could speak again. Now, here he was leading missions.

Hera wanted to say he was recovered fully, but she knew she was wrong. Ezra was about as recovered as he was going to be. If his mental wounds were physical, then he would probably be worse off than Kanan was. The worst wounds leave scars, and Ezra had those scars. They would never go away.

However, Ezra had found a way to work around them. He came back from Malachor shattered and for a moment, everyone feared he was beyond repair.

However, Ezra had rebuilt himself. He still had cracks, but he was rebuilt.

Things were never going to be the same after what happened that fateful day, but when fighting a rebellion, one must always be prepared for change.

Hera dreamed of the day the Empire fell. The day that Ahsoka's death, Kanan's blindness, and Ezra's instability wasn't for nothing.

So as Ezra, Sabine, Zeb, and Chopper landed at the prison, she wished them the best.

With new obstacles arising everyday, they would need it.

And that's that folks! We are officially done! I had a blast writing this story! Thank you so much for those of you who read, favorited, followed, and reviewed on this story! Also, thank you to those who suggested ideas. I couldn't have done it without you. I'm going to miss this story. It may be a while before the next one goes up but it will go up eventually.

So, here's to Nightfall and to everyone who supported me throughout this journey! Thanks for reading!

Thief, out!