Ahh... it's true, then. But, the Jedi's death came at a cost... did it not? Did you really believe that holding a parade would hide the fact that you destroyed our entire fuel supply? In defeating Kanan Jarrus, you have accomplished what the Rebels failed to, and given them a victory. The operation on Lothal, my TIE Defender project, has been compromised.
(darkly) I will deal with you... when I return, Governor. With their leader gone, the remaining rebels will flounder; the boy, especially. Use that against them, Rukh. Expect them to strike out recklessly, and when they do... eliminate them. (Rukh smiles)
(addressing Grand Admiral Thrawn by hologram) Governor Pryce is our prisoner and we have complete control of the Imperial Dome, with every trooper, pilot and officer trapped inside. You've failed, Thrawn. Leave Lothal and we might let your troops out before we blow the dome to pieces.
(icily) Are you quite finished? (Ezra's composure falters) If you truly wish to save Lothal, Commander Bridger, the only term I'll accept is your immediate and unconditional surrender.
Oh, nonsense! You could have chosen to let your people die. However... you chose to be a Jedi. Predictable. You follow a long history written by the Jedi where they chose what they believe to be morally correct, instead of what is... strategically sound.
(shrugs) Mm. The Jedi once numbered in the thousands. What's left are a scattered, frightened lot, mostly beaten and in hiding, or poorly trained children like... yourself. I must admit, the mysteries of the Force are an enigma to me. But for all those abilities... all the power... the Jedi lacked the vision for how to wield it.
Oh, I don't have to. It was not my intention to utterly destroy Lothal, but that is inevitable now. (gestures at part of his art collection) These are a few of the artifacts I have gathered from your home world. I saved what I could. I have even taken some of Sabine Wren's work. She's quite talented... or, was quite talented.
(angrily) You think you can take whatever you want! Things you didn't make, didn't earn; things you don't even understand! You don't deserve to have this art, or Lothal.
Who deserves what is irrelevant. What matters is... who has power. But, that is... something the Jedi won't teach you, so I'll take you to someone who will.
(closing narration) The attack we all anticipated never came. The once invincible Empire had begun to fracture. The small Rebellion had become bold. And with the decisive victory at the battle of Endor, the Emperor's reign of terror came to an end. After the war, Zeb took Kallus along the secret hyperspace path to the planet Lira San. It was then Kallus realized he hadn't destroyed the Lasat people, and that they were thriving on this new world. A world where he was welcomed as one of them. Hera fought in the battle of Endor, as did Commander Rex. By that time, there had been a new member added to the crew of the Ghost. Spectre-seven, Jacen Syndulla. Born to fly, just like his mother. And well, we all know what his father was like. As for me, I used to think that Ezra was counting on me to protect Lothal, the planet and the people he cared for so much. But one day, I realized there was more to it. There was something else I was meant to do. Ezra's out there somewhere, and it's time to bring him home.
