LORE

A few year's ago Ezra had returned to Lothal after Ryder, a good friend of his parents and a rebel, informed him that a war had spread against the houses. See, Lothal had turned back to the old ways. No spaceships, blasters, speeders, or any holo-net. They had gone back to the medieval times to sum it up. Apparently Ezra was of a great house, at least that's what Ryder had told him.* House Stark.

Since then there hasn't been much conmunication with him. Sabine would get accational hand written letters from him. Telling her how he was doing, updating about the war, and so on.

PRENSENT

Hera had sent a contact to the planet because Ezra was needed in a mission. It required his skill in stealing things and being a sneaky dork. Perfect for him.

The Ghost crew have gotten word that Ezra would be coming to at least discuse some things about it before he completely agreed and were waiting in the landing bay on Phoenix Home.

Contact: "Captain Syndulla, come in."

Hera: "Yes, Wedge?"

Wedge: "Yeah um question... how many dragons could fit in the bay? Like... full grown?"

Hera: "Dragons? Um... I don't know maybe... 5?" She said confused "Why do you need to know?"

Wedge: "You'll see. I'm docking now, Ezra is behind me."

Wedges ship landed in the bay.

Zeb: "I thought Lothalians don't use ships anymore?"

Sabine: "They don't."

They heard a roar and a large dragon with a wolf shaped skull appeared. These are the most well-known, ridden by House Stark and known for their fire-breathing abilities and scaled bodies. The dragon flew into the bay and landed. Someone jumped off the dragon and patted it's leg... Ezra...