(ON HOLD) Unknown Leader

Seven: Sister's Return

"Remember, wait for my signal," Khayrat whispered.

"Welcome home, Clan Kryze Warrior," one of the Mandalorian traitors greeted. Somehow, he didn't recognize Khayrat.

"Thank you. Now if you'll excuse me and my Clan members, we must get going." Khayrat tried to take a step forward, but was stopped

"I'm sorry, but we need face identification."

"Mandalorians never needed to do that! Why?"

"Our Lord Maul has made it an order!"

"Maul's alive?!" 

"Indeed. He sent a clone of himself to kill someone. He reported that his clone had been killed by a Mandalorian traitor. Now we have to take identification."

Khayrat stared at them for a moment through her visors. 

"I don't let any Saxon hut'uun tell me what to do," she growled. 

"You—you little—" The Saxon warrior never finished his sentence. 

Khayrat had given the signal. 

Khayrat, Ezra, Kanan, and Ahsoka Force-pushed the three enemy Mandos. 

The Mandalorians' presence was full of confusion. And they were knocked out before they could know what was going on.

"Come on!" Khayrat ordered. The squad ran, Chopper right behind them. 

"Where is the Clan Kryze camp?" Ezra asked his friend. 

"About one and a half miles away," she informed everyone.

"We can do that," Kanan gasped.

"Good, because I'm not stopping," Ahsoka and Khayrat said at the same time. 

"How are they not tired yet?" Ezra thought. 

Soon after, four huge Mandalorian ships came into view. 

"There! Up ahead!" Khayrat pointed, slowing down to a walk.

"Why are we stopping?" Kanan asked.

"Hang on."

Khayrat pushed some buttons on her wrist guard, and started speaking to it. 

"Ba'vodu Bo-Katan? Cuyir gar ogir? Vaabir gar copy?"

Static.

"Ba'vodu! Copy?!"

Nothing.

Khayrat looked at the camp, sorrow, confusion, and fear pouring from her feelings. 

"Does anyone o'r Clan Kryze susulur ni? Anyone copy? Ibic cuyir Khayrat Kryze. Gedet'ye, olaror o'r!"

A moment passed, and finally someone replied. 

"Khayrat? Cuyir ibac gar?"

"Matia! Yes, it's me! Where are you?"

"In the Wolf. Where are you? Did you return?"

"I'm here with four friends. And you can trust them. They saved my life countless times."

"Let me guess....Jedi?"

"I'm not telling. Meet me in the camp."

"Okay. Give me a minute."

Khayrat broke into a run again, her friends close behind. 

"Khayrat?" A voice whispered. 

"Matia!"

A Mandalorian female stepped out of the shadows. She had her helmet on, and beskar armor. Her armor was panted blue, with black linings.

Khayrat and Matia stood for a moment, before both removing there helmets.

Matia had red hair, jade-green eyes, and light tan skin. "You changed your hair again!" Matia smiled.

"I always did and always will, sister." 

"Didn't mother's message reach you? You are to not return for your safety!"

"Matia, tell me. When did I ever follow rules?"

"Nope!"

"Exactly. Matia, I'd like you to meet my friends: Ezra Bridger, Kanan Jarrus, Ahsoka Tano, and the droid, Chopper."

"Greetings," Matia nodded her head to the Jedi and droid.

"Matia, where is the rest of the Clan?" Khayrat asked.

"Clan Saxon invaded and took them to the Capital! I just got away! I would have stayed with my Clan, but Mother made me!"

"Aunt Bo-Katan would have said that. But hear me out. My friends and I are going to save them. Come on! Join us!"

"I will, sister."

And the six walked out together—ready for anything that would meet them in the Capital.