#jacen replies

[spectresrise]

working on a sideblog for The Boy

#ooc. #gonna get him all set up #and then work on replies and starters on here #in case you don't know The Boy is jacen syndulla

[smuggler-jedi-marajade]

match, sender and receiver both end up being sat at the same table in a full restaurant. from jacen

Mara looks up as the other is brought to her table and gives a nod of confirmation to the server who asked if she could share the table. She then looks to Jacen with a light smirk. "Well, this saves me the trouble of hunting you and Tenel down to make sure you are both alright after that newest travesty." The woman gives him a nod and a look of interest. "You both holding up alright?"

#replies - jacen #meme answer jacen #feel free to continue if you want :)

[nsewell]

they can save this show by having sabine ask hera where jacen is and her replying ‘in good hands’ and then cutting to zeb and kallus coaxing him off a conveyer belt or something

#ahsoka spoilers

[illuminatedquill]

Ghost Stories #01

Feat. Sabine Wren & Hera Syndulla

Story Context: Sabine tells Hera about her decision to be trained as a Jedi and is met with a cold reception.

"You're going to do what?" asked Hera, her voice almost a shout at the end.

Sabine blinked, taken aback at the Twi'lek's response. It was certainly not the one she had been expecting. They were sitting in the Ghost's communal area; outside, the constant buzz of machinery and maintenance tools from the ship crew could be heard as the old freighter underwent some much-needed repairs.

Feeling uneasy, Sabine leaned back in her seat and folded her arms. "I thought you'd be supportive," she said.

Hera massaged at her temples, grimacing. "And why would you think I'd be supportive of you being a Jedi?"

Feeling defensive, Sabine countered, "You were supportive when Ezra did it. And Kanan, too, when he decided to take up that mantle again. What makes me so different?"

"That was then. This is now," Hera replied. "This is not a good idea, Sabine."

Sabine narrowed her eyes at Hera. "Ahsoka seems to think so. You know, the actual Jedi."

"Former Jedi," Hera corrected. "And believe it or not, Ahsoka thinking so doesn't make me more convinced."

"What, you have an issue with her, too? You guys always seemed friendly to me."

"That was before Malachor," Hera shot back. "Where has she been all this time during the war? She hasn't said anything to anyone. She's different now. Less . . . I don't know, just less of herself, it seems."

Sabine couldn't argue with that. Talking with her master sometimes felt like trying to conversate with a rock. Whatever happened at that Sith Temple seemed to have robbed Ahsoka of her spirit; she seemed listless on some days, adrift from herself and others.

Desperately casting around for a change of subject, Sabine asked, "Where's Jacen?"

"With his grandfather on Ryloth," said Hera. "Don't try to change the subject, Sabine."

"Fine," Sabine snapped. "I don't understand why you're so hostile about this. It's my decision. I'm an adult. What are you going to do when Jacen starts showing an interest, huh?"

"I don't know!" Hera shouted, throwing her hands up. "I'm not - I'm not strong enough, okay?"

Sabine cocked her head at her friend. "What do you mean, 'not strong enough'?"

Hera hung her head. Hands clenching into fists, she suddenly banged them on the table. Sabine jolted in her seat from the abrupt display of anger.

"Hera?" asked Sabine quietly. "What's going on?"

"Kanan. Ezra. Ahsoka. And now - you," Hera muttered. "Maybe someday, even Jacen. I'm so sick of losing people. I'm not strong enough to lose you, too."

"Losing - what? You're not going to lose me like you did with Kanan, Hera. I promise. Ahsoka came back, too, even if she's not the same as before! She's still fighting! And Ezra's still out there."

Hera turned her face back to Sabine. The younger woman felt her heart twist, seeing the cascade of tears on the Twi'lek's face.

"You're already gone, don't you get it? I've lost you. Once you decide to take that mantle - when you add 'Jedi' to your name, it's over," Hera whispered miserably. "That's the truth of this galaxy, Sabine. Jedi die."

Sabine shook her head. "Kanan died. I know that still hurts for you. But I'm still here and I promise Ahsoka isn't going anywhere either. Neither is Jacen. I'll make sure of it myself. And I will bring Ezra back," she added fiercely.

Hera smiled bitterly. "It's better if you leave him out there. Even better if he's dead. Because if Ezra isn't dead, then that means the Force isn't done with him yet. That means Ezra is destined for more suffering. For more sacrifice and heartbreak."

The Twi'lek leaned forward, her eyes glassy with bottomless pain. "Leave him be, Sabine. Don't go looking for him anymore. If you love him at all, you'll let him go."

Sabine was silent. Then, in an icy tone, she replied, "You don't mean that, Hera. I know you don't."

Hera looked away, blinking rapidly. Then, quietly, she said, "You're right. I'm sorry."

She didn't know what to say to comfort Hera. It's clear her friend had been harboring some deep conflict over the fate of her Jedi loved ones. Sabine belatedly realized that her deciding to be a Jedi was, to Hera, probably adding to that conflict.

To that buried pain.

Jacen was destined to follow in his father's footsteps someday. Maybe Hera saw Sabine as a safe option - that she would never take up the mantle and responsibility one day and could be relied upon to never break her heart the same way that Kanan and Ezra did.

Sabine wondered if she ever had nightmares about burying her one day. Or Jacen. Or Ahsoka. Outliving them all.

She wanted to hug Hera in that moment so badly. But something in the Twi'lek's demeanor told her that it wouldn't be welcome.

She stood up and made to depart. "I'll let you get some rest, Hera. We'll talk later."

Still not looking at her, Hera gave the barest of nods in acknowledgement. Sabine turned to go -

"Sabine."

She paused at the hallway leading to the docking bay.

"Follow your heart. I'll always believe in you, no matter what."

Without turning around, Sabine said, "Thanks, Hera."

"Don't thank me," came the sad reply. "You're going to be a Jedi now. Just like Kanan and Ezra. I don't get to keep you anymore."

Sabine was quiet. Listening.

"You belong to the Force now. I know you'll do well. You always have. It's in your nature to rise and meet whatever challenges come your way."

Sabine felt touched by Hera's words, yet there was a chill in her blood from the solemn way she uttered them. Finally, she worked up the nerve to turn around and face her directly.

Hera just gazed at her, but not seeing her at all - seeing through her, was the better term.

Like she wasn't there.

Like she was already a ghost.

"You have an important role to play now, Sabine. And, just like the other Jedi I loved, you'll play it . . . to the very end."

*Author's Note: Hello! So, this is just a seed of a story. Sometimes, when I'm brainstorming ideas for Sabezra fics, I'll have these conversations/scenes between characters pop up in my head, out of context. I don't know if I'll ever include these in future fics but I've decided to just start writing them down and posting them here just to keep track of. I always have ideas bouncing inside my head for stories regarding Sabine, Ezra, and the Ghost crew in general, so there will be more of these little fic-lets, I guess the term is? Except these aren't really full-fledged stories. Just short scenes.

Anyway, the genesis for this is pretty simple: I've always been interested if Hera feels conflicted about all the Jedi in her life, seeing as though they've all been met with terrible fates. I find it odd that Hera in the Ahsoka series seems all onboard for Jacen training to be a Jedi, considering what happened to his father and Ezra (and Ahsoka, to a degree). As a mother, she has to feel some trepidation about encouraging Jacen to be a Jedi - especially in that day and age. And now with Sabine - someone who is like a daughter to her - resolving to take up the mantle of a Jedi, I wanted to write out a scene where all those buried negative feelings bursts forth. I'm realizing that this is probably veering Hera into out-of-character territory, but it makes for a really good, dramatic, and angsty conflict between her and Sabine.

#sabezra #sabine wren #ezra bridger #hera syndulla #star wars rebels #ezrabine #star wars #ahsoka show #sabezra fanfiction #ghost stories 01

[kanerallels]

Might I request sabezra with Under the Tree by Sam Palladio?

DUDE I love this song!! Have a modern au!

“Well, the kitchen’s a mess,” Sabine said, dropping onto the couch next to Ezra with a sigh. “Remind me why we volunteered to have Jacen and Depa over for cookie making again?”

Opening his eyes, Ezra replied, “Cause we wanted to give Kanan and Hera a break. And cause we’re nice.”

“Bad idea. I’m talking you out of this next year.”

Grinning, Ezra said, “Please. You have just as much fun with those two as I do.”

“Maybe,” Sabine said, feeling a tiny smile crossing her face. “Well, you ready for Christmas, Bridger?”

“Absolutely,” Ezra said, wrapping an arm around her shoulder. “But I’ve already got everything I need right here.”

“You sap,” Sabine said. “So I should just return all your gifts?”

“Ehh, I’ll take both,” Ezra decided, and leaned in to steal a kiss.

#thanks for the ask!! #sabezra #sabine wren #ezra bridger #jacen syndulla #depa syndulla #(my beloved kanera child oc) #star wars rebels #swr #christmas drabbles #writing stories is a kind of magic too

[deejadabbles]

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[fellthemarvelous]

The Jedi got their own Doctor as well.

I haven't written fanfic in years but I might actually write this.

The unhinged, slightly incoherent Doctor Who/Star Wars crossover meta-ish long post no one asked for

Ahsoka season 2 needs to give me the backstory between Ahsoka and Huyang. How did they find each other? Was it after Ezra rescued her on Malachor? Was it before that? We have no idea what she was doing leading up to those events because she only showed up on Rebels for a handful of episodes.

And the last time we saw Huyang, he and Ahsoka and the younglings were having to deal with space pirates (HONDOOOOOO) and then General Grievous. Ahsoka was much younger in that time and we never saw Huyang again after that.

At what point in canon did they run into each other again? I think he's the only one who knows that Anakin = Vader based on a cryptic reply he gave to Hera when she asked him what Ahsoka's master was like. All he said was intense.

He's so used to Ahsoka's chaotic nature that every time she's like "I'm gonna do the thing" he's just like yeah okay because he's been dealing with the Jedi for 25,000 years and they are going to yeet themselves into the unknown whether he thinks it's a good idea or not. He remembers what Anakin Skywalker was like, after all.

This is one of my favorite things about Huyang's "history" though.

The idea that even the Jedi have their own version of the 10th Doctor is hilarious to me, and that rumor started somewhere.

But I also love what another droid says about Huyang in this passage.

Huyang is 25,000 years old so he's had plenty of time to become the one the Jedi go to when it comes to lightsaber construction. He helps the Jedi build weapons that are meant to be used as tools of self-defense because lightsabers are, in fact, extremely dangerous. This sounds like something the Doctor would do because the Jedi were peacekeepers and not soldiers, and it makes you sad when you realize that Huyang had to watch as the order he had devoted himself to for 25,000 years to were killed in a genocide that turned the Jedi's closest allies against them by removing their free will and forcing them to kill their Jedi generals, and it was all planned over centuries by the Sith who intentionally kept their numbers small.

When he ran into Ahsoka again, what was it like for him? She was one of the few survivors of the Jedi Purge. He remembers her as a child and now she's in her 40s. She was one of the few who was able to grow up because she survived.

What was going on in his head when he handed Ezra the emitter he was looking for because he somehow knew Ezra was looking for one like Kanan's? Huyang somehow knew it would be important to keep a second identical part around when he watched Caleb Dume (Kanan Jarrus) construct his very first lightsaber.

How much does Kanan's death weigh on him? Kanan was another child who survived the Purge. He met Kanan as Caleb not many years before the war ended and the Jedi were wiped out. Caleb had to change his name because he watched the clones gun down his master and he ran away exactly like she told him to before she died. Running away is what lead him to sacrificing his life so the rebellion would survive. Kanan fell in love with Hera, fathered a child he never got to meet, and now Huyang is getting to know Kanan's son (and will absolutely not be teaching Jacen how to construct a lightsaber "thank you very much your mom already said no" and the Tenth Doctor is used to angry moms slapping him in the face.)

Huyang spent 25,000 years living in one galaxy and teaching generation after generation of Jedi how to construct lightsabers. He was given the title of Professor because of the wealth of knowledge he carries around inside of him, and he only uses it for good, and he shares insightful wisdom and knowledge with the Jedi Order century after century after century.

And because he followed Ahsoka into the mouth of a space whale so they could travel to a completely different galaxy altogether, he is now stuck in another galaxy far, far away with Ahsoka (present), Sabine (future), Baylon Skoll (past), Shin Hati (new), a bunch of pacifist turtles, the force ghost of Anakin Skywalker, and the images of the Father, Daughter and Son that are carved into the mountains somewhere (and for some reason the Daughter's head is missing).

Now he can pass the tale of the Jedi across the universe. On the same planet where the Mortis gods are worshipped. It's going to link directly to the fact that Ahsoka is connected to the Daughter, both of whom were killed by the Son on Mortis, but Daughter allowed Anakin to use her remaining life force to bring Ahsoka back to life.

Is this going to turn into the story of how Huyang has to say goodbye to Ahsoka Tano, former Jedi and survivor who became a dear friend and travel buddy?

Is Seatos calling her back home? She possesses a gift that comes from an actual god. It's the only reason she's alive. And why Ezra had to reach into the past and save her from dying on Malachor at the hands of Vader. It would have tied the light side of the Force to a Sith temple.

There is only one other person Ahsoka shares such a strong bond with, and that's Captain Rex (is he alive, is he dead, if he died offscreen I am going to fucking sue Disney). Yeah I know he's old now, but he deserves a proper send-off. The Clone Wars was, as Dave Filoni has said, a story about Ahsoka Tano and Captain Rex. Captain Rex is her best friend and the one who was standing by her side when the Clone Wars ended. Neither of them would have survived without the other.

Ahsoka knew there was no way she would be able to save the other clones, but she refused to be the one who killed them. She couldn't do it. They might have all shared a face but all of them were unique and important to her, and she could never ask Rex to save her life by killing them. It made getting out a lot more difficult because the clones were able to just get back up again and start fighting a few minutes later since Rex was only stunning them. (Interesting how that happened on Seatos too but this time because the troopers were zombies.)

Ezra was able to escape Seatos in Thrawn's ship but Ahsoka, Sabine and Huyang got left behind.

Did Rex even find out Ahsoka was alive after she came back from Malachor? If so, this means he's losing her yet again. For the fourth time in their lives. If not, then he's still on his third time (which was Malachor).

Also interesting how he was found on a planet in the Seelos system, and it was just a barren wasteland like Tatooine. Seatos and Seelos sound alike. Satine and Sabine sound alike and were both Mandalorian. How Sabine built a deadly weapon called The Duchess when she was being trained by the Empire that was able to disintegrate soldiers wearing Mandalorian armor, and it was named after Satine, the pacifist who turned Mandalore into a peaceful planet. And ironically now it's at peace because the Mandalorians were wiped out after the fall of the Empire. And think about how the clones all came from the DNA of Jango Fett, a Mandalorian bounty hunter with blue and silver armor (and described as genetically perfect specimen by the Kaminoans).

Huyang is watching all of this unfold, but he's so old that it's just one of countless adventures he's been on, only this time he bonded with a former Jedi after a war that devastated their order completely. He might be a droid, but he's also more than that. He's ancient and wise and found a friend in Ahsoka Tano, the one who is imbued with the life force of a god and comes from a lineage that stands out above the others because it's the lineage of the Sith as well.

And as Huyang has now famously said...

How is it all going to end? If he is the Doctor, how did he become a droid too?

One day I might write a long ass fic about this if I ever have the energy to do so.

#doctor who #star wars #professor huyang #ahsoka tano #captain rex #sabine wren #darth vader #anakin skywalker #the mortis gods #david tennant saying that line was a lovely experience

[space-blue]

Ahsoka but the characters are better... The plot... everything is better.

I was talking/venting in RBs with @kanansdume on their post, and I started writing a reply that was just too long and in depth. So it's now its own post.

Offering you an alternative version of events for Ahsoka's first 4 episodes:

The cause of the break up between Hera, Ahsoka and Sabine, is Ezra.

Hera is more of a politician than a general these days, and if she sees action it's to police conflict and hunt down empire remnants. She's NOT under the impression that everyone who kept on living under the empire needs to be eradicated or whatever her deal is right now. She's busy splitting work with Jacen and not really able to help either of her friends as each would want to.

Sabine has never given up. She's still actively looking for Ezra.

Not Ahsoka. On her end, she's given up. She wrote off Ezra as a hero. She grew up watching Jedi sacrifice themselves to buy others some time or make doomed attempts to kill powerful enemies. She thinks Ezra is dead (gloriously so) and refused to indulge the fantasy that he may still be alive, driving a big wedge in her relationship with Sabine.

Until Ahsoka finds that Morgan seems to expect Thrawn to be alive… Which might mean Ezra is alive too… Just maybe.

We meet Sabine as she lands on Lothal. She isn't reckless, wasting time away in a tower like in the show. She's well dressed if rumpled and obviously drained. The moment she steps onto the space port, she's surrounded by local guards. The guy who chases her in the show is instead in full uniform waiting for her, and clearly distressed.

Did she forget what today was? That the governor asked her to attend the celebrations? She was meant to be here already, the event has even started.

Sabine brushes him off. She had no plan to come at all. She's been busy and never even opened the message requesting her presence. She's back from Coruscant, talking to the only scientist who seems to specialise in purgill, and does he have any idea how tedious it is to get useful fact out of someone who never steps out of academia? She's going home, thanks.

She gets upset when the "war hero" title is used to try and persuade her. She's trying to do war hero stuff by rescuing Ezra, thank you. Speeches and hand waving aren't for her, never were. Maybe the dialogue can hint that she used to play along, but has grown increasingly desperate in her search instead of the faff of her mostly ceremonial position.

But the guy drops a hint that convinces Sabine to get on the back of his speeder after all : her old "jedi friend" is there for the celebration. Ahsoka, who she hasn't heard from in ages!

Ahsoka would have trained Sabine for a while for saber, but they've since split and heir friendship frayed over the Ezra Lives situation. NOT because of padawan BS.

Ahsoka could also perceive Sabine's dedication to find Ezra as something worse with every year that passes. To her, it'd go from friendship to attachment, of the overly strong type. And even if Sabine isn't a Jedi, the way Anakin was, it doesn't mean that this attachment wouldn't bring some darkness.

Heck, Ahsoka could sort of wash her hands off Sabine by blaming the darkness brought by her Ezra fixation. Like this isn't her fault, no sir, it's the way Sabine is so consumed that she won't listen to reason.

Anyway, they're both here now, and though the "how have you been" is a tip toeing on eggshells exercise, Ahsoka eats some humble pie and admits she needs Sabine's help for something important.

She has tracked an artifact to a ruin, and although it's ancient, it clearly has a deep stratum. It's not just one culture that can be observed in it, but several stacked on top of each other. And one of the most recent traces of alteration are Mandalorian.

Ahsoka wouldn't solve that JFO puzzle on her own. She'd bring Sabine for her unique Mando insight. But trust would be an issue, so she'd remain super vague about what they're looking for and completely tight lip about why. Ahsoka doesn't want to kindle hopes about Ezra in Sabine of all people.

From Sabine's pov, she's doing Ahsoka a favour, and Hera asked her to please help as she's invested in this mcguffin hunt too. Sabine, by coming along, is doing that very adult thing of putting up with a shitty situation to accomodate people (the total opposite of her highway chase scene).

But even as Sabine finds the map and frees it from the old compartment it's in, they are attacked by the droids. A good old epic fight ensues, where Sabine is shown to be rusty with her saber, and rusty in general with droids, but also Ahsoka sucks at anticipating Sabine's actions, and keeps throwing orders that don't get obeyed (or can't realistically be obeyed).

In the past few years Sabine's been spending more time investigating, talking to people and reading books and buying intel, than fighting.

Not knowing what the map is for, she loses it. Does Shin come in then and wound her? Forcing Ahsoka to flee with her on the brink of death? I think it would be nice if the only reason Sabine lives is because Ahsoka was there to use a constant flow of Force healing. Not fixing her but keeping her alive as Huyang flies them away.

Because, you know, it's getting real tiresome to see people survive lightsabers to the centre of mass.

Then Sabine wakes up, she's sorry she lost the antique Ahsoka was looking for… But Hera calls in as a holo, upset with Ahsoka… And Sabine would slowly realise why. The thing she lost, nearly died over unknowingly, was a map! A map to Thrawn, and so to Ezra.

Nobody needs to be incompetent about that map thing, either, because it would be a very classic puzzle that Ahsoka could have solved. It's not old or mysterious, it was hidden in the old temple. In the show she never sees the map, and it needs to be inserted in the henge to make sense any way. Here Ahsoka didn't need Sabine's help to solve the mcguffin, but to get it. And she got it and lost it at the same time.

And now Sabine realises just WHAT it was. To Ahsoka it's a trail to Thrawn, or a clue in Morgan's plans. To Hera it's weeks of political favour wasted and hope for Thrawn and Ezra gone. Hera can't justify more spending on this without proof Morgan is up to no good.

Meanwhile Sabine sees the map as proof she's always been right. That Ezra is alive, and that Ahsoka used her and lied and kept her in the dark. Sabine would argue she'd never have engaged that rogue padawan if she knew what she was risking with the map. Ahsoka could argue back she only needed to follow her orders.

Huyang is the one who settles things between them by asking how exactly they think this argument is helping the situation? He could be the one to insist they have to stay and work together to get the map, when both Ahsoka and Sabine want nothing more than to split again.

Personality-wise Ahsoka can team work, but she needs to lead. She's used to being the most OP in the room, and grew up giving order to mostly unquestioning soldiers. Sabine has a different skillset, is pig headed, and won't take orders from Ahsoka, especially not now that she feels like she was used.

Hera and Huyang could both come in then to soothe things, and Hera would suggest they visit the other trail she's unearthed (dockyards) while the villains actively get their plan on the tracks.

At the dockyards, Hera would understand that people worked for the Empire because they didn't have a choice, and wouldn't expect people to 'get rid' of imperials after the fall of the empire. It's not exactly how that stuff happens in real life, right? It would also be interesting if Chopper FINALLY came to some use…

So I suggest that the smuggling was done by droids, and the main human mind behind this operation was the one maintening the droid fleet. Altering their codes and priorities. We could have Chop somehow help figure it out. He could also be the one who PWA PWAs at the very end that they shouldn't look so disappointed, since he managed to slap a tracker under the chest plate of that one droid he highjacked that fled on the ship.

They have their lead to that planet.

Now's a good time for Ahsoka to be able to report about Shin and Baylan's sabers instead, maybe spotting them at that place, whatever. They have no clear character or motivation and for all I care we could keep visuals of their sabers from early on when freeing Morgan.

But here's the cinch about Huyang :

He's completely out of place with Ahsoka. She doesn't have a padawan. Doesn't want one. Sabine isn't a real one and has no desire to even try to be. And any good droid could do Huyang's job, without her moaning about Jedi protocol so much.

So why does she keep him?

Huyang should be with Luke Skywalker. Wouldn't it be a little dark and sweet if it's revealed that Ahsoka has been planning to bring him over to Luke's budding school but hasn't because… (and let's forget all shit with them in Mando) well, because she doesn't believe in a New Order. She saw too many younglings killed or turned, and she doesn't trust Luke with rebuilding the Order. Doesn't really want him too.

Yet at the same time she misses it. Misses the protocols she broke with Anakin, and the life she had there as a padawan. Huyang feeds into this nostalgia. Sometimes he sounds like a master--but one she doesn't need to listen to.

She keeps pushing the time to bring him to Luke over and over.

But now Huyang could have his own motivation : Baylan has survived, and he's taken a padawan.

What was Baylan like? Why would he want to free Thrawn? Why team up with Morgan? Imo it'd be a lot more interesting if his saber was yellow or truly orange, and Shin's was blue or literally any colour but red. Make them apparently rogue Jedi and not weird darksiders larping as Taron Malicos and Merrin.

Maybe Huyang would try to push for them to be in touch. Maybe he'd want to approach Baylan himself. Because he wants to recreate the Order, right? And he's got an apprentice. And wouldn't it be a shame if they truly fell down a dark path?

So instead of Baylan being sentimental but actually not about Ahsoka staying alive, it could be Huyang who is ready to expend his kindness to even them, even after the interaction over the map. Afterall, Jedi aren't always shy about using violence to get what they want, and maybe Shin always arrives on the scene when her side is already in a fight. Maybe Huyang is on copium!

But Baylan could be seen as behaving one way, and Ahsoka could feel his vibes being rancid… VS. Huyang knowing him by reputation. Why not go on and fully rip Malicos, at this stage? You got his looks and his theories. You may as well also make Baylan a respected Jedi general. Someone Huyang remembers from his trips to make his first saber.

Now wouldn't it be neat if Chopper's tracker returns a system that Sabine recognises the name of? She was just talking to that scholar about Purgill after all, and he mentioned how this system was an important migration point, one poorly researched, because it's so remote, and at the fringes of Dathomir space, not a friendly locale.

Sadly I still don't understand WTF the map is. Why does Morgan need it? it seems ancient… And yet it points to Thrawn? HOW? Why does it go to a different henge style temple? Nothing makes sense in the show and we're meant to just accept it.

I propose something else.

The map is stored into a bog standard data storage puzzle thingy. Anyone who could handle a Japanese puzzle box could use it. But the map is just the tip of the iceberg. It's actually a nightsister spell underneath, and the entire goal is to hyper focus and pinpoint.

So Morgan 'feels Thrawn calling to her'. And yep, that's corny, but she does. And what she needed was that nightsister focus tool. She needs to wildly amplify the signal, and then use the map to pinpoint its origine totally.

She goes to that henge because it's a meditation space. It's within the Dathomir sphere of influence, but not Dathomir proper, which is why she hid the ring here. There's something about this world, the same quality that attracts the purgill, that really throws the Force into whack.

While it's good for Morgan, it'd be confusing and disturbing for any other Force user (how to nerf Ahsoka, Baylan and Shin).

Once she fully feels the location of Thrawn's call, the map zooms in and in and in. As she suspected (as she's prepared for), it's in another galaxy entirely.

Instead of having the badies split, Baylan would have to protect Morgan so she can remain in her trance as the droids help her refine the coordinates. Shin can go harry Sabine and split her and Ahsoka, who can't properly communicate due to the planet's interference.

When the women go to fight Morgan and co, perhaps Huyang would ask Ahsoka to convince Baylan to return to them. Maybe Huyang's interest in helping with Shin is also what keeps getting in the way of Sabine whenever she has an opportunity to strike to kill.

Anyway, please no fucking Anakin!!! We don't need more nostalgia bait. Stop!! Jedi canonically can't die from falls of any height so long as they've trained to cushion a fall. We see the trio take insane falls all of Clone Wars, and it's in High Republic now too. Ahsoka clipping off the world map from getting yeeted from a small cliff is sad and a pathetic excuse to show Anakin off.

Also would like to point out that with a tight script, all the events above are 2 or 3 episodes max.

What do you think? Opinions? Suggestions? It's a bit of a meta post so feel free to add on to it!

#star wars #sw #ahsoka #ahsoka show #ahsoka solutions! #meta #rewrite #scriptwriting #fix it #ahsoka star wars #ahsoka spoilers #ahsoka show spoilers #hera syndulla #sabine wren #ahsoka tano #baylan skoll #shin hati #morgan helsbeth #chopper #ezra bridger #thrawn #long post

[never-ending-fanfic]

Things my Star Wars-Clueless Bestie™ said about Star Wars:

(my comments are in brackets)

Part 1-Part 2-------------------------------------

she thinks Thrawn looks like he could have the voice of Preminger from Barbie Princess and the Pauper and she's very sure of herself for that

"Ar-tu-di-tu"

"Obi One"

In response to my "Hello there" she said "Oh, fuck, I was supossed to know that one"

In response to me listing off my favourite redemption arcs- Zuko, Hunter and Kallus- she said: "Well, yeah, but the first two changed their points of view, Kallus did it for his gay crush" (and like, fair enough, but I'm actually so impressed she remembered)

"By light of lotars moons" (close enough, I'm so proud)

"Chopper is in fact a robot not a chaotic youngster as I previosly thought" (I love her so much for that)

she saw Jacen and thought it was Chopper

"My alliance is to the Republic, Anakin!" (in the most random moments)

"Kalus is gay and he was the last one to realise it" (true, damn it, so true)

also about Kallus: "mr. Gay, mr. I am leaving the bad side for my boyfriend" and "follows rules to a certain moment, cause there are no rules in love" (yes.)

"You were supposed to be the choose one, you weren't supposed to join them!" "I hate you!!!" (How does she even know this one?)

asked about Sabine she replied with "cannot be straight with this kind of hair" and upon seeing her finale haircut, she reacted with "wow, did she break up with someone?"

completely clueless about how true it is, she described Kanan as "all that self sacrifice bullshit" (ouch.)

according to her Ahsoka "be dating Anakin" (no comment)

about Rex: "what in the Santa go rouge shit is that?"

about Thrawn: "boy either very straight or very gay" (she doesn't know)

Thrawn bonus: "#blue vampire vibes" and she wonders if he eats enough

about Hondo: "turtle wood kind of person" (what)

Inquisitor=clown, apparently

#star wars #star wars rebels #alexsandr kallus #agent kallus #thrawn #kanan jarrus #chopper #sabine wren #jacen syndulla #darth vader #darth maul #hondo ohnaka #captain rex #obi wan kenobi #ahsoka tano #r2d2 #fulcrum #grievous

[autumnwoodsdreamer]

Little preview of the next chapter of The Lighthouse Keeper ;D

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Chopper navigated the Phantom through the last layer of the asteroid belt, stray rocks plinking like hail on the hull as they exited the maze.

Din sat alone at the helm, Jacen parked in the nearest jumpseat; the others had to sit far back in the craft’s cabin to avoid visual detection

They shouldn’t, but if the Imps scanned for organic signatures and wanted an explanation for why there were four on board, Din had a story ready.

They were his crew, an explanation that was more fact than fiction, though a part of him still struggled to believe it.

Because Mando did not work with a crew.

But Din Djarin did.

As Lyris filled the viewport with its amethyst brilliance, two minuscule orbs flew off the surface.

TIE Fighters.

“Remember: talk fast,” Sabine reminded him as the proximity alert chimed but a hail hadn’t yet come through. “Imps have short attention spans and even shorter patience.”

“I know,” Din told her as he muted the alert. He rolled his shoulders back, not feeling extraordinarily confident but not totally out of his element either. “I’ve delivered Imperial bounties before.”

He didn’t dwell on that part; rather, he fixed his mind on the procedure he had learned long ago.

Don’t be skittish, don’t be smart; don’t smile, don’t shoot; speak, but say nothing.

A hail came.

He breathed.

In.

Out.

And he opened the channel.

“Sheathipede shuttle, this is restricted airspace,” a deep, faintly accented voice crackled over the comm, sounding affronted. “State your business or you will be fired upon.”

“I’m here to deliver an asset,” Din declared, flat and simple, and then rattled off his Guild ID, as was protocol, distinctly enunciating each digit.

(He hoped it sounded casual, hoped it sounded like he did this everyday. Because he used to—he had said his ID number more often than his own name, but he had had to rehearse it twenty times that morning when he discovered he couldn’t get through the linguistic acrobatics of the eight digit ID without tripping.)

“We have no record of a scheduled delivery,” the trooper replied without pausing as the TIEs came to face the shuttle.

That was expected.

Din huffed, throwing his breath out harsh and frustrated.

He closed his eyes and in the span of just one pump of his heart, he pulled himself back to Arvala-7, back to his body covered in bruises and every thread of his garments caked in mud, back to painstakingly reorganizing his stores after the Jawas pilfered every last scrap they could get their paws on.

Back to his last official job with the Guild.

“Listen,” he said, his tone tense and terse. “This job has caused me no end of grief. I’ve been through hell to get this asset and now I expect compensation—no more than agreed upon; no less than I’m owed. But, if you suddenly don’t want the Jedi brat, fine. I’ll go find someone else who will—”

“Alright, alright; calm down,” the trooper interjected, actually sounding cowed. A muffled “sheesh” slipped through the comm before he muted his end.

There was a short pause, then the hail came again.

“You’re cleared to land in the field,” a different voice, likely the other trooper informed him.

“Copy that,” Din replied, maintaining his disgruntled inflection and clicking the comm off with more force than necessary.

#we’re getting to the action part! #din djarin #sabine wren #jacen syndulla #star wars rebels #the mandalorian #my writing #wip #work in progress #lift a sail

[dailydragon08]

The Best Thing That’s Ever Happened to Me

Pairing: Luke Skywalker x F!Jedi!Reader (both are older in this fic) Summary: Luke has to face his worst nightmare yet: losing you. A/N: "Remnants" is a series one  shots in no particular order about the budding relationship between you and Luke as he trains you in the ways of the Force. MAJOR ANGST and READER DEATH in this one (I hurt myself with my own writing). Based on a super sad dream I had last night, but I promise there’s a twist that gives it a fluffy ending, cuz I just couldn’t bare torturing Luke too much. Read here on AO3.

You coughed as the surrounding smoke filled your lungs. The Jedi academy on Yavin IV that you and Luke had worked so hard to build over the last few decades was burning and crumbling around you, the smoke turning the usually pretty twilight black. Most of your padawans were dead, and Luke and the son you shared were who knew where fighting for their lives. You could sense their fear and despair through the Force as you fought for your own.

“You don’t have to do this, Jacen!” you screamed as you blocked another blow from your nephew’s lightsaber. You had sensed him turning to the Dark Side a few years ago and although you and Luke had tried as hard as you could to help him, it was to no avail. He had fallen, slowly at first, then faster than you, Luke, or even his parents and sister could catch him. Then he’d just disappeared with a few other padawans, showing up yesterday with what could be considered a small army of Sith and battle droids to wreck what had become your peaceful little home. Although most of his lackeys lay destroyed around you, you still had him to contend with and he’d taken out nearly all of your current students.

Jacen didn’t reply, instead taking wild swings at you with his weapon. As you parried another blow, you could see his now yellow eyes glower at you, his teeth bared as if he wanted to reach out and bite. You could feel the hatred flowing through him and continued to defend yourself, having trouble summoning the courage to land a blow. You and Luke had tag-teamed to train him from the time he was seven and you had so many good memories: hand-drawn birthday cards, staying up all night making pastries with him when the nightmares became too much, taking breaks to play with him and Grogu, him hugging you tightly around you middle after giving him flying lessons with a heartfelt, “I love you, Y/N.”

“The Jedi,” Jacen panted, pushing your saber closer to your chest with his own, “need to fall.”

“We can help you—” You cried out as Jacen used the Force to launch you into an already crumbling wall. Your weight toppled what was left as you landed with a thud. You slowly sat up, the ache in your old joints a development in the last ten years that you weren’t a fan of. A brick landed hard on your head, making you fall back flat on your back.

Before you could register what was happening, Jacen Solo was on top of you. Searing pain exploded in your abdomen and you gasped, suddenly feeling like all the air had been sucked out of you, and lay there in shock. Jacen’s golden eyes suddenly turned sad, returning to the familiar brown you knew so well.

His lower lip trembled as he stared down at the saber arcing through your stomach. “I…I’m s-sorry.” He took a shuddery breath before turning off his saber and letting it fall to the ground, his hands hovering over your wound as you continued to gasp for air beneath him. “Wait…Wait, I didn’t mean—”

“Y/N!!!” Luke’s scream tore through the air and rippled through the Force in the distance. You felt the power roll off of him in waves and weren’t sure what he was doing, but it was apparently enough to scare the daylights out of your attackers.

A fellow Sith suddenly grabbed Jacen’s shoulders and yanked him out of your field of vision. “We have to go now!”

Unable to move, you heard the sound of several departing ships before seeing them race towards the planet’s atmosphere. All you were left with was the crackle of the flames. You closed your eyes for a minute, trying to take in a deep breath and failing, until you heard the sound of feet sprinting towards you.

You were lifted against a chest and registered your husband’s familiar smell. Your name came out on a shuddery exhale as his flesh hand lifted your face to look at his. He glanced down at your wound and tears filled his eyes. “Maker, no,” he breathed. His breath carried a welcome coolness to your overheated face and you ran a hand through his graying hair, still as soft as ever, before letting your fingers scratch at his beard. His blue eyes met yours, their spark unchanged by the years, but you could see the panic crawling behind them.

“Ben—” you breathed out.

“He’s safe with Grogu,” Luke answered, his voice cracking as he cradled you in his lap. He pressed his forehead to yours and you could feel him reaching deep into the Force for the healing power your little green padawan had taught you long ago. But you both knew it was too late as sounds around you started to fade and several white spots appeared in your vision.

“Don’t…” you took a shuddery breath in, feeling tears fill your own eyes as well, “don’t go to the Dark Side. Promise me.”

“Y/N—”

“Promise me.”

He stared at you for a moment, tears opening falling down his face and creating streaks in the dirt and sweat. “I promise.” He kissed you hard with salty lips before his shoulders began to shake and a strangled sob tore from his throat.

You brushed the tears away with weak, shaking fingers. “I love you so much, Luke.”

Luke kissed you again, pressing his forehead to yours. “I love you, too. You and Ben are the best things that ever happened to me.” He pressed you closer to his chest and you could feel his devastation through the Force. You reached for Ben and felt similar despair and could sense he and Grogu were running towards you as fast as they could, but were still so far away. I love you and am proud of you, you sent to all three of them through the Force. And I will always be with you.

“I’ll find you through the Force again,” you whispered against Luke’s lips.

He nodded. “We’ll be together again one day…” His breath shuddered out as he pulled back to look at you, tears streaming down his face like a waterfall. His blue eyes were bright were more to come as he began, “I’m sorry—”

“Shhh,” you said, rubbing your thumbs back and forth across his cheeks as his hand fisted in your hair. “It’s not your fault…Take care of Ben and Grogu for me—and don’t forget yourself…I love you, Luke.” The last thing you saw was your husband’s face crumbling in a wail and felt his keen through the Force as your vision went white and suddenly, you couldn’t feel anything at all.

Six months later, Luke left your favorite flowers at your grave, still feeling torn in two—

 A loud crash jerked Luke out of his slumber and he bolted upright in bed, panting. He looked around the dark room and recognized the bedroom he shared with you in the small, stone house on Yavin IV. He looked at his wrinkle-free hands and felt the smooth sides of his face before swinging his legs out of bed and bolting for the refresher. Flipping the light on, he sighed in relief at the shorter, brown hair staring back at him. He grabbed the edge of the sink and breathed a sigh of relief.

That relief was short-lived as he glanced over to the bed, expecting to see your sleeping form still curled up. You really could sleep through anything—except you weren’t there.

Panic gripped Luke’s chest and he could feel his breath becoming harder to reach. He rushed out of the bedroom and down the hall to where he heard movement from the kitchen. His chest slammed into yours as you also fled out the door to meet him halfway down the hall, letting out a muffled oof.

“Sorry,” you said just as he reached out to steady you so you wouldn’t fall. “Are you o—”

You let out another noise of surprise as Luke crushed you against his chest, burying his face in your neck. He took a deep breath, the first he felt he could take, as he inhaled the sweet scent of your skin, gathering your hair in his hands like coveted silk. “M-maker,” he stuttered out into your skin, holding you even tighter.

You held him equally as tight. “I can feel you panicking. What happened?”

Luke turned his head slightly so he could speak, forcing himself to register that you were alive, well, and warm in his arms. “A nightmare. I lost you and when I woke up and you weren’t there, I thought…” He forced himself to exhale, his breath blowing your hair.

“You’re shaking.” You rubbed your hands in gentle circles on the bare skin of his back. “I’m okay. You’re okay. Grogu’s okay.”

He frowned. “How do you know—”

“Your panic was strong. I saw some of the dream, but just the end.”

He finally pulled back to look at you, cradling your face reverently between his hands. “And the baby?”

“Ben’s asleep.” You glanced at his dark bedroom just a few doors down before turning back to your husband, cupping his wrists in your hands. “I just fed him. That’s why I was in the kitchen, putting the bottle away.”

Luke sighed and nodded, pressing a searing kiss to your lips, two more to each cheek, and one to your forehead before pulling you against his chest. He held you more gently this time, resting his cheek against your hair. “You don’t think I woke Grogu or the other students up, do you?”

You shook your head against him as his arms snaked around your middle, letting one of yours rest across his strong shoulders while the other traced the scars from the emperor’s Force lightning that littered his torso, arms, and lower neck. He sighed at the feeling. “I only know because I know you so well.” You paused, soaking in the feeling of being wrapped up in him. “I love you.”

“I love you, sweetheart, so much,” he breathed, letting the relief finally wash over him. He twisted to look at you and allowed himself a small smile before kissing your lips again, committing their taste to memory. Then, just in case he didn’t tell you enough, added, “You and Ben are the best things that have ever happened to me. I’m so glad you’re here with me.”

You smiled. “Me, too. But we should try to get some sleep before Ben wakes up again. He’ll probably get hungry again in a few hours.”

“You have bottles in the fridge?”

You nodded, closing your eyes as he pressed another kiss to your forehead. You two stayed in each other’s arms with your sides pressed together as you led him back to the bedroom, sending a strong wave of affection to him through the Force. It was reciprocated to you tenfold, along with a promise to protect and spend the rest of your long, hopefully Sith-free lives together.

#luke skywalker x reader #luke skywalker fanfiction #luke skywalker imagine #luke skywalker x you #star wars fanfiction #star wars x reader #star wars imagine #luke skywalker #star wars remnants #star wars #my writing

[autisticsupervillain]

It's Fictional Throwdown Friday!

This Week's Fighters...

Aradia Megido vs Darth Caedus!

Conditions:

God-Tier Aradia.

Scenario:

Jacen Solo's newly unlocked "flow walking" abilities get the attention of Aradia Megido, who worries that the Sith Lord's new time travel abilities could allow him to mess up the timeline. Darth Caedus refuses to let anyone, time goddess or not, stand in his way.

Analysis: Aradia

Time. The endless circle that drives all of creation forward. The primordial Aspect of inevitability and fate. Things are born. They live. They die. Time is a spirograph, made up of endless cycles. A complex machine that creates a spectacular explosion when its cycles are undone.

Aradia Megido was once a cog in this machine. A slave to inevitability. It's machniations changed her from a cheery girm with terrifying hobbies, into an apathetic servant. A Maid whose only interest was serving Time.

Aradia first died as a result of a gruesome cycle of revenge. After Vriska Serket tossed Aradia's close friend Tavros off of a cliff, Aradia got even by plaguing Serket with the ghosts of her pervious victims. In reply, Vriska mind controlled Aradia's boyfriend Sollux and had him vaporize her entirely.

This brutal demise, as well as the prophecies of an inevitable apocalypse that her ghost friends shared with her, evaporated Aradia's once cheery demeanor, turning her into a cold, emotionless cynic who soulless obeyed Time's every whim so that the timeline could be preserved. Her resurrection into a robot did little to help her disposition, especially since the guy that built the body tried to program her into falling in love with him, which soured any positive feelings she could have had for her new body.

When Aradia and all her friends were given the opportunity to become Gods of the new universe, thanks to a magically game called SGRUB, Time and Fate had to ruin that for her too, as Aradia had to actively keep her friends from becoming God-Tier and manipulate the whole game from the background just to keep the rules of fate from declaring her timeline void and wiping her from existence. There was an upside to this situation though, aside from the cool Time powers. Aradia was given an opportunity to hand Vriska her smug, manipulative ass, which was doubtlessly cathartic.

It wasn't until Aradia died... again, that she got given a new perspective on life. Because her dream self happened to die on her Quest Bed, Aradia was revived as a fully realized Maid of Time. A literal God of Time. She was done being Time's puppet and she was tired of bowing to Fate's whims. Aradia was free, truly alive for the first time in her life, and she was going to see just how much havoc she could wreak on the timeline.

Even before becoming a God, Aradia was easily one of the most powerful Players in the entire game. Capable of manipulating time to an extent, Aradiabot could summon hundreds of herself at will from all across the timeline, making her a giant walking army. Scaling off of Dave's capabilities, she should potentially be capable of creating billions of time clones, as Dave was able to create enough time clones to create and manage a planet wide corporation staffed entirely by himself. Even after becoming a God herself, Vriska freely admitted that she was no match for Aradiabot, which takes some doing on Serket's part, given her ego.

As a God-Tier, Aradia's powers are magnified greatly. Not only is she now able to stop time at her leisure, but she's capable of competing even with First Guardians, or those fused with them. These God-like, nigh-omniscient beings are tasked with protecting their assigned planet so that the Players who will be born on it can one day play SBURB and create the next universe. To this end, they are directly linked to the First Sun, providing them with an immeasurable amount of power.

Case in point, Doc Scratch was once caught between two exploding universes and was completely... unscrathed (ba-dum-tish)... well, not counting his severed leg, but that's from a prior injury, not the blast. Moreover, universes in Homestuck are noted to contain infinite timelines and possibilities within them, making them more akin to infinitely sized multiverses. And Aradia is shown to generally be comparable to such beings. Not only is she able to hold back Bec Noir with her time stop, but she should comparable to Dave Strider, a fellow Time Player God-Tier with several of the same abilities, who could hold off both Bec Noir and Peregrine Mendicant, albiet temporarily.

Hell, the fact that she can react to Bec at all speaks wonders for her spead. Scaling off of a God-Tiered Rose Lalonde, Bec should be fast enough to travel along the entire surface of the Green Sun, which is the size of several universes. Being able to traverse an infinite amount of distance like this in a finite amount of time would grant most God-Tiers an infinite amount of speed, but even discounting that, being able to move in the Furthest Ring like that at all is crazy. The Furthest Ring is a higher dimensional location where time and space function nonlinearly. In order to move through space, you must also move through time in that same direction. This is why Aradia was needed to push the meteor into the Furthest Ring, moving would be completely impossible in it otherwise. Imagine being so fast, you can move a certain direction through time. Imagine moving so fast, you win a race one second before it started. That's how fast Homestuck God-Tiers would have to be to move through the Furthest Ring at all.

This just makes Aradia's Time Stop more impressive by extension. She can Time Stop people who can move Faster Than Time. Well... kinda. Aradia herself admitted that she can't keep Bec frozen forever and that she would eventually die if she didn't get out of her predicament. So, she timed the moment she let Bec go just right so that she would collide with him the split second his body became a portal to the Green Sun. This shows that she has a keen tactical mind even without Fate pulling her strings.

At her absolute strongest, Aradia could even briefly harm and even time stop Lord English, the Lord of Time himself. A being so powerful, he threatened to destroy the entire 6 dimensional multiverse of Homestuck.

I'll say again. Aradia fought a being who had absolute control over all of time... and could freeze him in time.

And finally, she gets all the benefits that regular God-Tiers and Players do. Including a Hammerspace video game inventory, a leveling system that insures she gets stronger just by doing random things, and conditional immortality that protects her from aging and dying so long as her Death isn't Heroic or Just. Meaning, so long as she didn't die whilst doing something Heroic or something that means her death was justified, she will come back from anything short of complete existence erasure on the very conceptual level or if the clock meant to decide her fate is broken. She's also a master with the whip, but given everything else about her, she hardly needs it.

Time is the Aspect of inevitability. That's why it's inevitable that this Time Player will easily kick your fucking ass.

Analysis: Darth Caedus

If there is one thing that could possibly explain who Jacen Solo became when he grew up, it is war. Born to the legendary heroes of the Republic Han Solo and Leia Organa Solo. He'd spend much of his early years getting abducted by imperial remnants and enemy factions of all stripes as the New Republic struggled to pull itself together. As a thirteen year old, he'd begin his training at Luke Skywalker's new Jedi Praxeum, spending most of his time fighting off Dark Jedi and lingering Sith Remnants. Jacen Solo didn't have the privilege of a peaceful upbringing, but despite that, he found a way to prosper. It was during these young years he'd meet the woman he'd later marry, Princess Tenel Ka Djo. Becoming Luke Skywalker's apprentice at age fifteen, it seemed that Jacen's lofe, despite its rocky start, was shaping up to be a good one.

That all changed when the Yuuzhan Vong attacked.

A proud warrior race that used bio-organic technology and existed outside of the Force, the Vong invaded the galaxy brutally, attacking without mercy. Due to existing outside of the Force, the Vong were immune to any attack a Jedi might throw at them, allowing their conquest to render planets desolate and cost trillions of lives.

Jacen lost his younger brother Anakin on the front lines and was captured not long after. He spent a year in captivity, tortured in ways unimaginable for over a year. They called it the Embrace of Pain, a device that specifically read the synapses of its target to trigger their pain receptors in whatever way the target finds most unbearable. Most sentient life dies from shock within seconds of exposure. Jacen held out for months.

Ultimately, Jacen would save the galaxy from the Vong threat. He would fuse with the entirety of the Force, become one with it to become a living god, and use that power to destroy the puppet master behind the war once and for all. Like his parents before him, Jacen Solo would save the galaxy.

Despite his victory, despite being the shinning becon of hope for the galaxy, Jacen would be troubled the events of his childhood for the rest of his. He was going to be a father. He had a family now and a duty to protect the entire galaxy. Could he allow his daughter to grow up in a galaxy has fractured and war torn as he had? Leave her at risk to the criminals and fascists he had to fight as a teenager? Could he risk the galaxy being invaded again from nowhere so that his family could experience the same loss and pain that he had. No.

Jacen Solo had spent his developing years being kidnapped, tortured, and made to fight in wars. He had lost his closest friends and family to violence. He had lost his mind to torture. He would not allow that same fate to befall his children. His family. His galaxy. Not again.

He would unite the galaxy in an empire of love. Create a world where every sapient being would love each other so deeply as to be considered family to each other, never to be torn apart again and united against any outside threat. A time of peace under his careful eyes.

His family wouldn't see it his way, of course, so Jacen would need outside help. He'd go to the Dark Lady Lumiya to learn the ways of the Sith. And to prove to himself he would let nothing get in his way, he murdered his Aunt Mara Jade Skywalker and named himself Darth Caedus.

Driven by paranoia and trauma, Caedus ensured he'd be prepared for every situation before beginning his invasion. Beyond the standard Sith Saber, with slightly higher cutting power due to its synthetic crystals, Caedus carries poison dart launchers on his gloves, turning his victim's immune system against them to kill them in seconds, a vibro blade shiv, and a blaster pistol hidden beneath his armor. Caedus spent five years traveling the outskirts of the galaxy to learn even the most obscure pieces of force lore that he could. From such sources, Cadeus mastered practices that most would consider to be... unnatural.

Caedus had the standard range of lightning, telekinesis, and tekepathy, allowing him to dominate minds and communicate from across the galaxy. Caedus is capable of casting powerful illusions, receiving visions of the future mid combat as far as thousands of years in advance (only worsening his paranoia), and create fire from nothing by telekinetically moving air molecules. He's liable to throw star ships around from space mid combat or crush your organs directly as needed, down to causing permanent brain damage by rupturing an artery in the brain.

Slightly more esoteric abilities include erasing people's memories or forcing them to relieve them mid combat, making his aura so small he becomes nearly invisible, creating blinding flashes of light, paralyzing people by electrocuting their nerves, absorbing energy attacks on the level of starship canons, and the Shatterpoint ability. Shatterpoint allows him to see the fault lines in an enemy or object, allowing him strike where a target is most vulnerable, from shattering metals with light taps to kill people in one shot.

Caedus has even mastered powers that no one else has ever used before. With Sever Force, can surround a target in so much Dark Side energy that they're cut off from the force completely, effectively depowering them, potentially permanently if he keeps it up for a long time. He can understand any language he hears automatically, track people through the force by spraying them with his blood, teleport at will, can make himself radioactive to fool lie detectors(?), and can predict the weather(??). But, most impressively of all are his time travel abilities.

By entering a deep meditative state known as flow walking, Darth Caedus can travel back in time and manipulate the past to a minor degree. He wanted to watch Peepaw Vader dice up the younglings during Order 66. Yeah.

In a dual, Caedus is unmatched by all but the mightiest. He defeated Mara Jade by distracting her with a vision of her son before poisoning her, defeated Battlemaster Kyle "I beat dragons to death with my fists" Katarn alongside several other Jedi at once, and gave a very good fight against Grandmaster Luke himself. Even getting choped up by his sister Jaina Solo didn't slow him down much as he just got himself a prosthetic knee and... never actually did anything about his missing hand because he didn't want to be out of commission during a war. So he's just missing a hand now.

Darth Caedus is one of the strongest Sith Lords who ever lived. The fandom may shout heresy for saying it, but... he's possibly even stronger than Palpatine himself.

Palpatine at his strongest was powerful enough to create force storms that could potentially wipe out the universe and did severe damage to the fifth dimensional space known as Hyperspace, where starships travel to beat lightspeed.

Luke Skywalker back then was just a bit weaker than Palpatine and needed a boost from Leia to fully overpower him. Now, decades later, and Caedus himself is juuuuuuuust weaker than Luke after he'd gotten stronger than back then several times over. ...Yeah, I think that's a fair assessment to say Caedus beats Palpatine.

What's more, is that Luke by this point can access the Realm Beyond Shadows, a sixth dimensional space that transcends all of time, including in Hyperspace. In effect, Luke can fight six dimensional beings and move in a place where time does not exist and Caedus is only just weaker than him.

Despite being basically a force god, Caedus is at heart still a traumatized soldier acting out of irrational paranoia. He's been known to get quick to frustrate and violent when things go wrong, his actions have alienated himself from everyone he ever loved, and he can no longer become a physical god by becoming one with the Force.

In the end, Caedus would lose his life in a climactic final dual with Jaina. He had the opportunity to force a stalemate, cut Jaina down as he fell... but his family would die if he did not intervene. Using the last of his strength, Jacen Solo saved his wife and daughter as his sister cut him down.

No matter who he might've become later in life... Jacen Solo had once saved the galaxy.

....

...He's Legends Kylo Ren. lol

Throwdown Breakdown:

Oh, god, how to break this one down. Aradia's a time hax god but Caedus is just a fucking wall of it.

Both should be roughly even with slight strength advantage to Aradia. Both can fight faster than time, but Aradia can fight a full on six dimension buster rather than just a six dimension being.

Now, Aradia's ability to resist even Vriska's mind control abilities should make her about able to handle Caedus's mind hax, so he can't just wave his hands and make her forget he exists. He does however, have a fuck ton of powers that he can fuck her up with.

Shatterpoint and force crush are the big ones, allowing him to simply crush he organs with a thought, but even just his poison darts can be devastating. The issue is actually keeping Aradia dead. Due to the morally neutral conditions of the fight (doomed timeline would mean Aradia herself doesn't exist anymore, so selfish motivation there) and Aradia's complete lack of knowledge on Caedus, God-Tier immortality would kick in unless Caedus were to force her to act heroic or villainously in the fight somehow. While it's not impossible for this to happen on its own, without any knowledge of how God-Tier immortality works, Caedus would not know how to make this happen, forcing him to settle for incapacitation.

Luckily, Caedus has the means to do this, either by paralyzing lightning or by force crushing Aradia's spine, both of which are in character. The issue on that front is he'd have to do that to all of her, thanks to endless time clones.

Aradia can freely create or summon countless alternate versions of herself, leaving the Dark Lord fighting thousands of Aradias at once. With every Aradia he cripples, five more will take her place. Sever Force won't nullify Aradia's powers as while Caedus can cut people off from the Force, cutting people off from the Primordial Concept of Time is a bit of a harder sell. As for Flow Walking, Aradia's own time travel is far superior, as she can do it on command without meditation.

Caedus cannot counter time stop, but his insane endurance could allow him to tank up most of the damage he takes during it. He opened his final dual with Jaina after getting stabbed in the gut by her lightsaber and kept on swinging. Anyone who can survive the embrace of pain isn't going down to anything short of a decapitation.

The specific limitations of Aradia's time travel keep her from traveling back to prevent Jacen from becoming Caedus in the first place, as doing so would doom the timeline and erase her. No one has quick win options here. This is about who wears down first.

All that being said, I think Aradia has this. Jacen wins if he can cripple but not kill every single Aradia in the fight before she can makd more time clones, where Aradia wins just by killing or incapacitating Caedus at all. Time Stop gives her ample time to do this while Caedus will be fighting an uphill battle against an ever growing army as he wears down.

Make no mistake, Caedus's insane endurance, high skill level, and sheer wall of hax make him an uphill opponent regardless and he will not go down quickly. This will be a marathon fight as Caedus continues to demolish an ever regrowing army with every trick he had. When Darth Caedus falls, he'll land on top of a mountain of Aradia corpses, but he will fall regardless.

This Throwdown's Winner is...

Aradia Megido!

#fictional throwdown fridays #homestuck #star wars #aradia megido #darth caedus #jacen solo

[flying-kanery]

Storytime

Hey guys! So apparently having a job is a lot harder than I thought it would be lol😂but I was able to finally squeeze in some time to write and post this very late submission for Jacen Syndulla week following the prompt father/family. I'll put the link for it on my ao3 right here: https://archiveofourown.org/works/48378895. But I wanted to post the whole fic here too to sTaY tRuE tO mY tUmBlR rOoTs lol. I hope you enjoy!<3

Also, quick shoutout to to @jacensyndullaweek for organizing this whole thing and for the amazing prompts! You slayed!<3

Fic rating: G

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“And that’s how your mom defeated an entire Imperial fleet!”

Jacen looked up at his father with wide, awe-struck eyes and his mouth agape. Hera couldn’t help but laugh internally. It definitely wasn’t an entire Imperial fleet.

She watched in the doorway, not yet noticed by either of them. She loved the way Kanan placed his arm around Jacen, how sitting down he was barely taller than Kanan’s forearm, the way he sat so comfortable, so small, chubby little limbs relaxed on the bed.

“Wowaw,” Jacen said, “Den what happen, Daddy?” Hera couldn’t hold back a laugh this time.

At that, Kanan glanced up at the doorway knowingly, a grin spreading across his face. Jacen still didn’t see her, completely encapsulated by his dad’s story.

Well then, your mom met with some of the biggest leaders of the rebellion—well, she technically wasn’t invited to the meeting,” another mischievous glance at the doorway, “but she knew she should’ve been in the meeting because it involved someone in her family. Can you guess who?”

“Uuuuuuhhhhhh…ou,’ Daddy!”

“No,” he shook his head and laughed.

“Uuuuuuhhhhh,” he tapped his little finger on his dimpled chin, as if deep in thought. Her boy was so beautiful, both of her boys were. Her smile widened at the thought.

“Ahbine!” he said. Kanan chuckled.

“Sah-bine buddy, there’s an s, ssss,” he pointed to his mouth and then Jacen’s, trying to show him how to make the sound.

“Thhhhhhh,” Jacen tried to imitate his father, “Thahbine!” he exclaimed.

“Close enough,” Kanan shot a quick look back up at Hera, silent laughter exchanged between them. “But that’s still not who it is.”

Jacen was growing more frustrated, “Den who is it?” he said, throwing out his arms in exasperation.

Kanan smiled down at him. “Ezra.”

Jacen gasped in excitement. “Ezzy!” he squealed.

“Yes,” Kanan laughed.

“So did mommy get dem to help wit Ezah?”

“Yes,” Kanan replied, gazing into Hera’s eyes, “she did. Because she never backs down when it comes to the people she loves.”

“What ou’ wookin’ at, Daddy?” Jacen turned around to face the door frame. “MOMMY!” he squealed with joy.

“Jacen, sweetheart,” she laughed, “I was only gone for about twenty minutes and I was right in the other room.”

“I know dat. But I stiww miss ou’!” He began trying to get his tiny body off of his bed in order to run to her.

“No baby, it’s okay. I’ll come to you.” she said, walking towards him and scooping him up in her arms. She sat on the bed and leaned up against Kanan with Jacen snuggled to her chest.

“Did you get the stain out?” Kanan asked.

“Yep,” she held up Jacen’s tiny onesie with little tookas all over it.

“Yay!” Jacen clapped and took the onesie from his mom.

“Now Jacen, the next time you want to paint something, just let us know so that we can keep this from happening again, okay?”

“Okay, mommy,” he said, giving her a big hug. Hera ran her hand over his emerald hair and kissed his forehead. Kanan held her closer.

“Mommy?” Jacen asked.

“Yes, baby?”

“Do you have any stories about Daddy?”

She immediately looked up at Kanan who wore an amused and slightly scared expression.

“Oh boy, do I,” she laughed, “but that’ll be for another night.”

“Awwww,” Jacen whined.

“Your mom’s right, kiddo. You need to get some sleep.”

“But I not tieword.”

“Good, that means my story wasn’t boring,” Kanan replied.

Jacen paused for a moment, considering his father’s words, “I guess dat’s twue. Buh can I wear da tooka jammies pweeeease?”

Hera smiled, “Of course, sweetheart.” They got Jacen dressed for bed and tucked him in, pulling the covers all the way up to his chin.

They knelt down beside Jacen’s bed, preparing to wish him their nightly “I love yous.” Hera placed a kiss on Jacen's forehead, “Goodnight, baby.”

“Nigh nigh, Mama. I wuv ou.’”

She cupped his tiny face, “I love you too, little tooka.” After giving him one last kiss on his nose, she stood up and returned to the doorway, watching Kanan say his goodnight.

Kanan hugged his son and gently kissed his cheek, “Good night, kiddo. I love you so much.”

“I wud ou’ too, Daddy,” Jacen’s eyelids were growing heavy and by the time Kanan joined Hera in the doorway, he had completely nodded off to sleep.

She leaned up against him as he wrapped his arms around her, “He’s perfect,” she sighed.

“He is,” he whispered against her temple. Pulling away to look at her he shrugged, “But I mean, he’s our kid so, makes sense.”

She laughed. “C’mon, we should probably get some sleep too. We have to cut a bunch of orange slices and get Jacen new shin guards tomorrow morning before his soccer game.” She grabbed his hand and turned to start pulling him towards their bedroom, but he stopped her before she could.

“Woah, hold on there, Captain. First, you need to tell me what ‘crazy stories’ about me you were referring to earlier,” he said with an amused grin.

Hera turned back around to face him, wearing a similar grin of her own, “Oh, I don’t know. Maybe the time you fell off a building?”

“I did not fall. I used the force to land safely.”

“I literally caught you.”

“Yes, but…I used the force to make sure I landed safely in your arms,” he smiled.

She moved closer to him and placed her hands on his arms, “Okay, well then it was my speed plus the force, since I had to run over there in time to catch you.”

He laughed, “You really are the hero of my story.”

A quiet moment passed. Then Hera replied, “You’ve always been my hero. Even when you couldn’t see it in yourself, I always could…Jacen sees it too,” she pushed a lock of hair behind his ear, “He looks up to you so much, love. I know we joke that I’m his favorite, but I think it’s more like I’m his comfort and you’re everything he aspires to be. That’s why the real story I had in mind was when you saved me from Pryce on Lothal.”

Kanan’s eyes were alight with awe—awe of how much she loved him, how much she trusted and believed in him, how she saw him worthy of being the father of her child and raising him alongside her. When he kissed her, deep and sweet, it told her how grateful he was to be that person for her, how grateful he was that the beautiful life he was living now had all stemmed from the amazing woman standing before him.

He broke away only enough to whisper, “I love you,” and place his forehead against hers. “And you’re right. That would explain why he’s always trying to copy whatever I’m doing.” He smiled fondly, “Like in the morning, when I drink my mug of caf and he’ll ask me to put his orange juice in a mug too. And then he’ll try to hold the mug the same way as me–”

“And when you scroll through your datapad, he’ll get out his little chalkboard and start ‘scrolling through it’ too,” Hera laughed and Kanan joined her, loving how they could just stand there and marvel at their son’s cuteness together.

She let out a yawn, “Let’s go to bed now, love. I’m starting to doze off.” She tried pulling him back towards their room, but he stopped her again, realization hitting him. 

“Kanan, what is with your aversion to me getting any sleep tonight?” she rolled her eyes as her hands came to rest on her hips, a hint of a smile still in her expression.

Hesitantly, he said, “Is Jacen ready for that story?”

Hera remained quiet for a moment, thinking over his question. “I think he is. We don’t have to get into too much detail, but I think he deserves to know how we ended up where we are today and everything you’ve sacrificed for me and for him.”

“Everything we’ve sacrificed, my love,” he cupped her face, “You’ve given up so much too.”

“Well, it’s like you said. I never back down when it comes to the people I love—and neither do you. If Jacen’s going to keep trying to be just like you, I want him to know that you’re selfless and compassionate,” she smiled. “Plus, that story did have a happy ending, right?”

“The absolute best of happy endings,” he said, moving closer to her.

“Agreed,” she took his hands in hers. “Now, c’mon,” she said with an overexaggerated pull of his hands, “I have to appease 15 pretentious soccer moms tomorrow. I need sleep.”

“Okay,” he laughed, finally following her to their room. “I understand, even though you’re technically a soccer mom yourself,” he added with a smirk.

“Watch it,” she poked his side, “I meant those kind of soccer moms.”

“Yeah, yeah, I know,” he laughed.

Once they got into bed, Kanan pulled her to his chest and she snuggled against him.

“Kanan?” she looked up at him.

“Yes, Hera,” he smiled down at her.

“I hope Jacen grows up to be as exceptional of a man as you are,” she mumbled sleepily.

“He will be. He has you for a mom,” he replied, warmth in his eyes as he looked down at her. And with that, her head returned to his chest and they drifted off to sleep together, forever happy in the new life of peace they created for themselves and their son.

Thank you so much for reading! Let me know what you thought of it! All the love to my mutuals<3

(I also might be posting another Jacen week fic sometime soon hehe;))

#jacen syndulla week #kanera #kanan x hera #star wars #star wars rebels #hera syndulla #star wars: rebels #kanan jarrus #swr #sw rebels #jacen syndulla #space parents #space family

[illuminatedquill]

Sabine Wren x The Ghost Crew

A Family, If You Can Keep It

Story Summary: To celebrate Sabine's first birthday after his return from exile, Ezra summons the Ghost crew - along with Jacen, Ahsoka, and Huyang - to the watchtower for a surprise party. However, the celebration soon turns sour, as long buried tensions and grievances between Sabine and the others begins to erupt, threatening to do what the Empire could not: shatter the bonds that have kept them together through countless years of war . . .

Author's Note: Shout out to @a-rebellious-waffle for the "extra spice". I hope you liked how it was used.

The doors to the watchtower hissed open and Sabine Wren, exhausted Jedi Knight, all but collapsed into the arms of her waiting husband, Ezra Bridger.

"Long trip?" he quipped, pulling her all the way inside.

Words were a luxury that her exhaustion couldn't afford, so Sabine settled for nodding into his shoulder. "I see," replied Ezra, amused. "Let me see if I can get you some caf."

Hunger awakened in her, sharpened by too many days of eating New Republic standard military rations. The pirates she had been tracking were paranoid and crafty; it had taken every trick she ever knew or heard of, plus an additional helping of Force intuition, to stay on their trail, without being seen, as they slowly made their way to their home base, hidden in an asteroid field.

Once there, she had sent a simple message through their comms:

SURRENDER OR DIE - JEDI KNIGHT SABINE WREN

It had taken the pirates a couple minutes to verify her identity through their connections and it seemed that her reputation preceded her. The pirates promptly surrendered.

It was almost disappointing. She had been looking to stretch her legs from piloting so long and nothing does that better than a good battle.

But that was the Mandalorian in her speaking. The Jedi side was pleased that no one had to die.

She relayed all this to her husband, once the caf was in her hands and she had taken a few sips. Her favorite brew - dark and sweet, just the way Sabine liked it. She could feel her energy returning with each swallow.

Ezra sat next to her on the couch, letting her lean on him. She closed her eyes and inhaled the familiar smells of the watchtower, the caf, and her husband.

It was good to be home, she thought. She felt Ezra's hands stroking her hair, sending waves of indescribable pleasure pulsating throughout.

She hid her enjoyment behind a discreet sip of caf.

Dark and sweet. Just like my husband. A wicked smile formed on her face.

"Glad that business worked out," murmured Ezra. "And just in time for your birthday."

Sabine's eyes popped open. "Oh, dank ferrik," she said. "I totally forgot."

Ezra, surprised, asked, "You . . . forgot your own birthday?"

She shrugged, trying to be non-chalant. "It's not something I really celebrate anymore."

Sabine paused a moment before adding, "It's just another day, really."

She felt Ezra shift uncomfortably in his seat and craned her neck to look at him, suddenly suspicious. In the Force, Sabine could sense his immediate anxiety at her response.

"I caught that," she said. "What is it? What did you do?"

Ezra looked away, scratching idly at his trimmed beard. "Oh, nothing, nothing."

"Uh-huh," said Sabine, unconvinced. "Well, if that's the case, I am starving."

Ezra said, "Oh, that's good. I've been cooking all day in preparation."

"That's great," replied Sabine, cheerfully. "But I wasn't talking about food."

Taking another big gulp of caf, she moved around to straddle Ezra. His eyes widened, as she brought her face close to his. "I've missed you," she murmured.

And she gave him a deep kiss that was born from a hunger deeper than the one gnawing in her belly. She wrapped her arms around him, gripping his head, drawing him closer -

Breathless, Ezra gasped, "Sabine, wait - "

She moved her hands, seeking to remove his shirt. "No more waiting," she growled.

The intercom interrupted them.

Sabine's head drooped onto Ezra's shoulder, breathing hard. "Oh, Ezra," she groaned. "You didn't."

Ezra, catching his breath, confessed, "I did."

I should have known.

She huffed a breath and went to answer the call.

"Oi!" came a familiar growl. "You gonna let us in or what? We've been waiting!"

Garazeb Orrelios. Sabine felt her face twitch in the semblance of a smile.

Another voice, also familiar, came over the comm. "Zeb, we just got here."

Hera Syndulla.

"I never said we've been waiting long. Right, kid?"

"Right! Hello, Sabine! Hello, Ezra! We're here for the surprise birthday party!" This voice belonged to Jacen Syndulla.

"I believe," came a dry, mechanically filtered voice, "that you have just ruined the surprise, young Master Syndulla."

Sabine blinked. Huyang? She threw a dirty look at Ezra, who blinked innocently at her.

"How many," she asked, slowly, "did you invite?"

He rubbed the back of his head; normally endearing, but the sight irritated her at the moment. "Uh, well," he said, awkwardly. "Maybe everybody?"

Everybody. That meant Hera, Zeb, Jacen, and if Huyang was here then that meant Ahsoka, her master, was also here.

"Huyang," chided her master, Ahsoka Tano, on the comm, "be nice to Jacen."

Sabine rubbed at her forehead, feeling the beginning of a headache coming on.

"Surprise," said Ezra, quietly.

The birthday celebration, Ezra quickly noted, was not going well.

Food was served, drinks were plentiful - Zeb had brought in a whole case of spotchka, confiscated from the personal reserves of an Imperial Moff - and the guests were conversing pleasantly with each other.

Jacen sniffed at the spotchka which, according to Zeb, contained enough alcohol to kill a rancor. The young boy wrinkled his nose but, to his credit, still asked, "Mom, can I have a sip?"

Hera, firmly, had replied, "Kid, if you take a sip of this I'm pretty sure it will kill you. So, no."

Chopper chortled a response at Jacen, who snickered.

Hera's eyes flashed. "Do not think about sneaking Jacen some spotchka, Chopper. I'll take a hammer to that dome of yours."

Zeb was having an animated conversation with Huyang, talking about the cultures of the Lasan people . . . and also trying to teach Huyang some special curses in his native tongue. Hera and Ahsoka both sat on the couch, boots propped up, laughing about recent adventures in their travels. Ezra, being a good host, was popping between all the various conversations, ensuring that the food was to everyone's liking and that the drinks were being filled.

Chopper and Jacen were outside on the balcony, admiring the view.

Which left one person; the person for whom the party was for.

Sabine sat alone, in the corner of the room, eating her food and sipping at a drink. She had exchanged some pleasantries with everyone who had arrived but then promptly retired to be by herself for the remainder of the event.

Ezra watched her uncertainly. Ahsoka wandered over, drink in hand, and gently nudged him.

"Sabine's condition is not your fault, Ezra," she said.

He blinked at her, frowning. "I invited everyone here. I thought that's what she would want."

Ezra shook his head. "I mean, when was the last time we had everyone together like this?"

Ahsoka regarded him steadily for a moment, then replied, somberly, "It hasn't happened since you disappeared."

Ezra blinked in surprise. "Not at all? I thought - "

"Hera, Zeb, and Sabine all went their separate ways not too long after the Battle of Lothal." Ahsoka regarded her former Padawan with a sad look. "Sabine took it . . . particularly hard. Especially after losing you and Kanan in such a short period of time."

"And they never checked up on each other? No one thought to reach out, see if they were all doing okay?" Ezra felt bewilderment at the thought of the Ghost crew - his family - just . . . not being a family anymore. They'd had their differences, sure, and more than their fair share of arguments.

But they'd always had each other's backs. No matter what.

"It wasn't for a lack of trying," came Hera's voice beside him. Ezra turned to find her standing there, also giving Sabine a sad look. "But - Ezra, I think you forget sometimes that there was a war still going on. It didn't end with you and Thrawn disappearing to another galaxy."

Ahsoka added, "Not to say that what you did wasn't significant. Thrawn being removed essentially allowed the Rebellion to fight back against the Empire on more even terms."

"We would have been wiped out before the real war started," Hera agreed.

Ezra stared at Hera. "And you guys were apart for all of that?"

Hera looked away. "Yeah. Jacen came along and I was a single mom fighting a galaxy wide civil war. Zeb had his responsibilities back on Lasan and then later joined his own squadron of pilots as the war drew on. And Sabine . . . she found her Jedi path."

She sipped at her drink. "Truth be told, I think it was the best thing for everyone."

Ezra asked, "And you never checked up on her afterwards?"

Hera snorted. "You know Sabine. She's always okay." She paused and then said, blithely, "Sabine didn't need us. She needed the war; it did a better job of keeping her from falling apart than we ever could."

"Haat o'r an nuhune." Sabine uttered the phrase like an oath, dripping with so much disdain and bitterness that Ezra could almost physically see it.

She had apparently overheard their conversation and was now turned in her seat, facing towards them. Her face was an expressionless, neutral mask - a sign that something had truly made her furious.

Hera narrowed her eyes at Sabine. "It wasn't a joke, Sabine."

Chopper made a noise that sounded uncannily like, "Uh-oh."

Ezra turned to Ahsoka, hoping for clarification. "Literal translation is: 'There's truth in all jokes,'" she murmured.

Sabine took a long drink from her glass and Ezra suddenly wondered just how many she had been through. He noted that the jug of spotchka sitting next to her was close to empty and, with a sinking feeling in his stomach, remembered how much alcohol Zeb had boasted was in this batch.

"I've got a bad feeling about this," he muttered.

"Funny," said Sabine. "Funny to me. Sabine is always okay, is that right?" Her words were only a little slurred; an impressive feat considering the amount of alcohol she had been ingesting.

She stared at Hera for a hot second before asking, "You know Mando'a?"

Hera crossed her arms. "Yeah. You don't remember? You taught me."

Sabine cocked her head, thinking. "Right, right. It's funny the things you choose to remember. And what you choose to forget."

Hera's eyes flashed dangerously. "And what is that supposed to mean?"

Ezra moved to intervene - only for Ahsoka to hold him back. He looked at her, confused.

She only shook her head. Her eyes sent a clear message: Let this happen.

Sabine pointed to Ezra and then at herself. "Forgot about me. Forgot about Ezra."

Hera's hands balled into fists.

Zeb stepped up cautiously next to Hera. From behind him, Jacen, watching wide-eyed at the unfolding scene.

"That's not true, kid," growled the Lasat. "You know it ain't."

Sabine smirked, but there was no humor in her eyes. "Is that so? Where have you been all this time, then?"

Hera took a step forward. "Sabine. Don't do this. We're here now."

"Yes, here now. All because of Ezra; Ezra calls and you come a-running. All the times when I needed you and you weren't here. But when you needed me? With help for the Rebellion? I came to help. I was there."

She stood up out of her chair, shaking with barely held rage. "You know what that is? That's not a kriffing family, Hera."

Sabine's face twisted into an awful sneer. "That's a business transaction. I was a commodity. And you used me whenever it was convenient for you."

Zeb's eyes widened and the big Lasat took a step back, as if physically rocked back by the force of her statement.

Hera yelled, "That's not true! We were your family, Sabine. We loved you!"

"For what I could give you!" Sabine screamed back. "For what I could do for you! But you never wanted me around; you needed me."

She pointed a shaking finger at Ezra. "I had travel to another kriffing galaxy just to find the one person who loved me for myself. I had to bring him back, for me. Ezra stayed alive for me - he came back for me! So, what's your excuse?"

Zeb was shaking his head, muttering something incomprehensible. He couldn't meet Sabine's eyes.

Jacen was crying. Huyang held out a hand in comfort, which the young boy took. Even Chopper was uncharacteristically silent.

Ezra couldn't believe what he was seeing; the Ghost crew, his family - falling apart. He felt like something vital was being ripped out of him with every harsh word being spoken.

Ahsoka just watched silently, arms crossed. Her eyes were unreadable.

Hera was shaking, eyes glistening with tears. "You think it was easy to watch us drift apart? You think you're the only one who was suffering, who was struggling with what was happening? I had a child to raise! The galaxy was at war! Kanan was gone, Ezra was gone; I couldn't protect any of you! I had to trust that you could look after yourself - "

At the mention of Jacen, Sabine reacted viscerally. "Stop using Jacen as an excuse to hide behind. You had a real child to love now, not some strays you and Kanan found, so of course it was easy for you to replace me and Ezra - "

Hera slapped Sabine. The sound of it resounded in the watchtower's interior with a vicious crack.

Zeb, whispered, "Oh, karrabast."

Sabine was stunned, her hand reaching up to her cheek that was already reddening from the strength of the blow.

Hera's eyes were cold. She whispered, "How dare you."

Sabine just stared back, defiance flickering to life in her eyes as response.

A few tense seconds passed.

And then Sabine hurled herself at Hera.

"Ezra," snapped Ahsoka. But he was already on the move, throwing himself in front of Sabine. He grabbed Sabine's hands, twisted into claws, her face almost unrecognizable in its visage, transformed by grief and fury.

Zeb grabbed Hera in a huge bear hug from behind, lifting her off the floor. It was a struggle for the Lasat, to Hera's credit.

Dragging them apart, the two women just continued to scream abuses at each other, hurling the worst kind of insults - Ezra couldn't remember any of it later; just how it made him felt.

Like his world was ending.

Zeb shook Hera roughly. "Hera! Enough!"

She broke out of Zeb's embrace and stumbled to the ground. Breathing hard, not looking at anybody, she spoke in a flat monotone: "Jacen. Get your stuff. We're leaving."

No answer. The silence was deafening.

Hera's head whipped up. "Jacen! Did you hear me?"

He wasn't there. Fear descended upon the party in an icy wave.

From outside the watchtower, the whoop of a speeder engine could be heard.

Ezra let go of Sabine and sprinted to the balcony -

Just in time to see two figures sitting on one of the speeder-bikes he and Sabine kept racing off into the darkness towards the capital city.

The thudding of his heart slowed only somewhat; he recognized Huyang, sitting backseat to Jacen. He's not alone.

Hera came up behind him, screaming, "Jacen!"

Ezra asked, "Hera, does Jacen have his comm-link on him?"

Hera frowned, thinking - and then shook his head. "No, he left it in the Ghost."

Ezra quickly dialed Huyang's comm frequency into his own.

The droid's voice came back a second later. "Yes, Ezra?"

Hera grabbed Ezra's comm-link and yelled, "Where the hell are you taking my kid, Huyang?"

"I am not taking him anywhere," came the offended response. "He is taking me."

Hera gritted her teeth, squeezing the comm-link hard enough to break it. Ezra gently pried it out of her hands. "Where are you heading to, Huyang?"

"I am uncertain. He will not tell me."

Ezra sighed. "Is Jacen okay?"

"Physically, yes. Emotionally and mentally? No. Your actions tonight have distressed him."

Ezra looked at Hera and back into the watchtower where Sabine stood, still cradling her cheek, and Zeb, standing apart from everyone and turned away, not looking at any of them.

"Yeah," he agreed. "That makes sense. He's not the only who's distressed at the moment."

He came to a decision. "Huyang, stay on him and turn on your tracking beacon. I'm coming after you."

"Very well, Ezra. I'll contact you when we arrive . . . to wherever our destination is."

Ezra clicked off. Hera glared at him. "That's my kid. I should be going after him, not you."

"You've done enough," replied Ezra. He winced at how harsh his tone sounded; Hera winced at the response.

He reached out and put a reassuring hand on her shoulder. "Besides, you've been drinking. Don't want to see you crash into anything while trying to track your son."

Hera's eyes flashed. "You know I don't crash into anything, Ezra Bridger." But her demeanor softened just a bit.

Ezra grinned and leaned in a little. "Besides, you've got your other kid to take care of." He nodded towards Sabine.

Hera blinked, her eyes misting over. "You don't really believe that - "

"That you forgot about me and Sabine? No - but, as you pointed out, I wasn't here for whatever happened between you guys." His voice turned serious. "Sabine obviously feels differently. And you need to address that with her."

Hera, in a rare moment, looked uncertain and vulnerable. It hurt Ezra to see her like that; for most of his life, she and Kanan were the respective leaders of their unit. They always seemed to know what needed to happen next.

Moments like these . . . he was reminded that everyone was just making it up as they went along. Some people were just better at hiding it than others.

"She's so angry, Ezra. I just - I don't know how to fix that."

Ezra snorted. "Sabine's always been angry."

Hera gave him an annoyed glance. "You know what I mean."

"She's hurt, Hera. Sabine is angry, because she cares. If she was truly well and done with everyone, she would stop being so emotional about it."

Hera frowned. "How do I reach out to her? How do I get Sabine to lower her guard?"

Smiling, Ezra replied, "By lowering your own."

Sabine's headache had intensified ten-fold since the party had started and now she was also dealing with the throbbing mark on her cheek from Hera's slap. She was sitting on the couch, head in her hands, trying not to vomit.

I deserved that, she thought, bitterly. So I will not complain.

Ezra had left to chase after Jacen and Huyang, leaving her alone with Hera, Zeb, and Ahsoka. They all sat apart from each other, not really looking at anyone, anything.

She snuck a glance at her former master, who just sent a shrug.

Just let it be, was the message she received.

There was movement - Sabine looked up and suddenly found Hera kneeling in front of her.

She blinked in confusion. There was a brief moment where it looked like Hera was uncertain; her face was set in the look of someone about to do something necessary, yet unpleasant.

Hera looked directly at her and said, steadily, "I was jealous of you, you know."

She reached out and gently took Sabine's hands. "Jealous?" asked Sabine. "Of what?"

"That you got Ezra back." Hera's smile was sad. "You got your Jedi back. I didn't."

Sabine sensed through the Force a sudden, but small spike of guilt coming from her master. She looked over her shoulder and found Ahsoka turned away, her expression hidden.

"Hera - ", said Sabine, but the other woman shook her head.

"Mind if I sit? I'm too old to be kneeling like that."

"Be my guest." Sabine patted the seat next to her.

Hera rose, wincing at the small crackling noises from her joints as she did so, before plopping down on the couch.

Sabine waited for Hera to continue speaking.

"I would have given anything to save Kanan. For a time, I didn't understand why you helped Thrawn in exchange for Ezra." Hera grimaced and looked down at her hands, gripped tightly together.

"But then I realized that I did actually understand. I wanted to think that I would have made a different choice. That I would have been better. But we never really know, do we? Until we're the ones making the choice."

Sabine absorbed her words for a moment. "I never thought about it," she confessed. "It didn't feel like a sin, doing that. I just knew that I wanted Ezra back." She glanced at Hera and reached over to hold her hand.

Hera squeezed it gratefully. "I never thought you would be jealous," Sabine continued. "I was the one who was jealous. Everyone else had something to do, someone to care for . . . everyone except me."

"We should have showed up, kid," grumbled Zeb. He was watching them both, his eyes serious. "There's no excuse. We were all busy, sure, but family never abandons their own."

"I let you go," added Hera, softly. "Made the same mistake I did with Kanan and Ezra. And look what happened."

Sabine trembled, feeling the years of pent-up grief and loneliness rattling inside her. "Why did you leave? Why did you let us go separate ways?"

Hera swallowed hard and looked away, blinking back tears. Zeb cut in, saying, "Well, speaking for myself, I thought you could handle it. I always thought you were the toughest out of all us."

Sabine blinked at her old friend. "You did?"

"Yeah. I just - I just didn't know how much Ezra meant to you, you know. I didn't know how much of that toughness was . . ."

"Fake?" suggested Sabine, bitterly.

Zeb shook his head. "It wasn't fake, I never said that. You are a survivor, Sabine. Karrabast, you're one of the best fighters I know. Even better now, with your Jedi skills. I thought you would survive and fight through everything - even losing Ezra. But you didn't. And it confused me at first, until I realized."

"Realized what?" asked Sabine.

"That the crush you had on Ezra wasn't just infatuation. You really did love him," confessed Zeb.

Sabine blinked. "Crush?" she asked, incredulous. "I didn't have a crush on Ezra."

From beside her, Hera choked out a laugh. Sabine turned to look at her, mystified. "There was no crush," repeated Sabine, her face reddening.

Zeb cocked his head, confused. "What do you mean there was no crush? There was totally a crush."

Sabine scoffed. "Yeah, he had one on me. Not the other way around."

Hera snorted. Sabine glared at her.

"What about that business on Mandalore? Your thing with the darksaber?"

"My trials? Yeah, I remember. What about it?"

Zeb growled, impatiently, "That's when I first noticed it. You were acting different around that boy."

Sabine arched an eyebrow. "How so?"

"You know . . . you smiled at him more." Zeb attempted to copy the 'smile'. It looked more creepy than romantic.

She rolled her eyes. "I smile at a lot of people, Zeb."

"No, you don't. You grin or you smirk at people. It's kind of your thing. Ezra got a smile; a proper smile." He attempted to do the 'smile' again.

Sabine shuddered. "Please stop doing that."

Zeb crossed his arms, pouting. "Anyway, I'm telling the truth. Ezra got plenty of smiles after you two finished that business on Mandalore. And you did it a lot when he wasn't looking, too."

Sabine leaned back, thinking. "Is that true?" she asked Hera.

Hera smiled, remembering. "I think so, actually. What about you Chopper?"

Chopper tweeted his response, cheerfully.

Sabine's eyebrows shot up. "You thought we were doing what?" she demanded.

Hera belted out a laugh. Sabine turned to her, offended. "How can you laugh? Did you just hear what he said?"

Zeb snickered. "Oh, we heard."

Sabine threw her hands up in frustration. "You're all perverts! Ezra and I were just friends. It never happened!"

Ahsoka's comm-link chirped. "It's Ezra," she announced.

Hera whipped her head around. "He found Jacen?"

Ahsoka turned on the comm. "He's alright, Hera. I've got him with me. We're heading back now,” came Ezra’s voice.

Hera's shoulders slumped in relief. "Thank you, Ezra. May I speak with him?"

Huyang's voice cut in. "I'm doing just fine, too. In case anyone was wondering."

"We weren't," quipped Sabine. "Now put Jacen on."

Huyang sighed. A moment later, Jacen's voice came through. "Hey, Mom."

Hera struggled with herself for a second; Sabine could see a different tangle of emotions fighting for control over her face.

Finally, she settled on just one. "Hey, kid. You scared us."

"I know. I'm sorry. I was just . . . it was too much. I didn't like seeing everyone fighting like that."

Sabine replied, "It's okay. We're sorry, too. Families can be like that, sometimes."

Hera looked at Sabine, surprised. Sabine squeezed her hand.

"Have you guys fixed it yet?" Jacen asked.

"We're working on it," Hera replied, smiling. "What do you think we should do?"

Jacen was silent for a thoughtful moment. Then he said, "I think you should hug."

Zeb chuckled. "You're smarter than all of us, kid."

"I know," Jacen said, smugly. "Anyway, Ezra says we gotta head back now."

"Okay. Safe travels, kid. We'll see you soon."

"Mom?" Jacen's voice suddenly seemed small, uncertain.

"Yes, Jacen?"

"Am I really the reason why you left Sabine alone?"

Sabine felt her heart twist in grief. Hera closed her eyes, hanging her head in shame.

"It's complicated, kid," was all she said.

"Okay," said Jacen, hesitantly. "It's family."

Hera looked at Sabine again, eyes shining with tears. "Yeah, that's right."

Ezra came on the comm again. "Hera, we're heading back now."

"Okay, safe travels." She paused and then asked, "Where did you find him?"

"The Wall of Heroes," responded Ezra. And then he clicked off the channel.

He went to find Kanan, Sabine thought, sadly.

Silence hung thickly between everyone. Hera handed back the comm-link to Ahsoka and thanked her.

"The reason why I let everyone split," Hera said, cutting through the silence, "is because I cared too much. We were all hurting so much from losing Kanan and then Ezra soon after . . . I thought time alone, focusing on our paths, would let us get some breathing room. Heal in our own ways."

Sabine looked at her. "You must have been lonely. Raising Jacen by yourself."

Hera nodded. "It was the hardest thing I've ever done. Still is."

"You didn't have to do it alone," Zeb pointed out. "We all would have come running, if you had asked."

"I didn't," Hera said, softly, "because it hurt too much. To see you all. Jacen already reminded me so much of what we had sacrificed and having the rest of you in there - it was too much reminder of the past. I couldn't handle it. I wanted to move on, to focus on the future."

Sabine reached over and held her hand. "You still didn't have to do it alone."

Hera nodded again - and burst into a sob. "I know. I let you all down. We should have stayed together."

Sabine didn't know what to say. So she just hugged Hera, tight as she could.

Zeb joined. Even Chopper rolled over to join in his own way.

"I'm sorry, everyone," said Hera. "I'm so, so sorry."

"Me, too," said Sabine.

"Count me in that, as well," responded Zeb.

Chopper whomped a statement. Zeb kicked at the astromech.

"You've got plenty to be sorry about, you little menace," growled the Lasat.

Sabine and Hera laughed, together.

Ezra, Jacen, and Huyang returned to the watchtower and found a miracle.

Everyone was laughing. Sitting on the couch, exchanging quips and stories.

Jacen blinked at the scene in astonishment. "Wow," he said, eyes wide.

Huyang glanced at Ezra. "Are you sure we've returned to the correct watchtower?"

Ezra gave the droid a big grin. "I'm pretty sure, Huyang."

Ahsoka gave them a little wave at their return. "Finally!" Zeb growled. "Took you all long enough. It's time to eat the cake!"

On the table was a large box. "You brought cake?" asked Ezra.

"Of course, I brought cake. Even had it decorated in Sabine's favorite colors. Let's open this up here . . ." Zeb reached for the edges to open it up.

The box popped open. "Ta-da!" Zeb gestured at the cake with a flourish.

Ezra's eyes popped open at what was written there.

CONGRATULATIONS ON THE PREGNANCY

WE CAN'T WAIT TO MEET THE LITTLE ONE

Everyone was dead silent - and looked to Sabine. She looked at Ezra and quickly shook her head.

Ezra felt his knees go weak. He leaned against the wall to stay upright.

Hera elbowed Zeb in the ribs. "Hey! What's this about?" she demanded, pointing at the cake.

Zeb peered at the writing and muttered an oath. "Ah, karrabast! They gave me the wrong one! I spent so many credits on this . . ."

Sabine, red in the face, shoved Zeb's head into the cake.

Jacen burst out laughing, followed shortly by Hera - and then everyone else joined. Zeb, with some difficulty, pulled his face out and blinked at everyone through the thick frosting.

Their laughter echoed throughout the watchtower, spilled onto the plains of grass, and drifted into the night sky, echoing into the dark spaces between the stars and into galaxies, far, far away . . .

EPILOGUE

Everyone, unsurprisingly, was hung over the next morning.

Except for the droids, obviously.

Hera, with Jacen, Chopper, and a practically comatose Zeb in tow gave Sabine and Ezra a big hug before departing.

"Don't be a stranger, you two," she said, seriously. "Stay in touch."

Sabine grinned. "Count on it. Same goes to you."

Zeb burped. "What - what she said," he grumbled. "And don't forget to open our presents."

Jacen patted the big Lasat on the back. "Let's get you on the Ghost for some more rest, big guy."

Zeb let out another horrendous belch and grimaced. "I think you'll have to drag me there, kid."

Hera aimed a swift kick at Zeb. "Get moving. You've survived worse."

Mournfully, Zeb said, "I don't really think I have. I think I'm proper dying this time."

Ezra and Sabine laughed and waved them off.

Ahsoka was next and handed Sabine a worn journal. "My present," she said, smiling. "Happy birthday, Sabine."

Sabine, curious, opened it up - and felt her heart flip over.

JOURNAL OF ALRICH WREN

She flipped through the pages, recognizing her father's writing; unfinished sketches, musings on Mandalore, politics, his wife . . . and his children.

Sabine felt her eyes begin to well up with tears. "Where did you - "

"I was on Mandalore talking with an old friend recently. Bo-Katan Kryze."

Sabine looked up sharply. "On Mandalore? Why?"

Ahsoka nodded. "She had . . . something to discuss with me."

"Regarding what?" asked Ezra.

Ahsoka shook her head. "Another time. Anyway, I asked her permission to sift through what remained of your ancestral home, Sabine. I found this tucked away under some rubble. I thought you would like to have it."

Sabine carefully closed the book and held it to her chest. "Thank you, Master. I like it very much."

Ahsoka bowed. "You're welcome."

She departed, Huyang giving them a cheerful wave.

Ezra watched Ahsoka leave with a thoughtful expression. Sabine asked, "What's up?"

He frowned at his wife. "She's hiding something."

"Ahsoka? Hiding what?"

He shrugged. "We'll find out later, I suppose."

They headed back inside the watchtower to relax. "Some crisis brewing somewhere?" Sabine suggested.

"Isn't there always?" replied Ezra, dryly. "Let's open up the rest of these presents."

Hera had gifted Sabine new state-of-the-art paint sprays. Zeb, in tandem, had given her special paints exclusive to Lasan.

Sabine felt her eyes misting over again with tears. "I can't believe it," she murmured.

When was the last time I had painted? Just for fun? She couldn't remember. She'd been so busy . . .

"One of the ways we show love to each other," Ezra reminded, "is by paying attention to details."

Sabine leaned into him, sighing. "Dank ferrik, I was so horrible last night."

"It needed to be said. Families aren't always easy, or fun, but they always get us through the worst of times."

Sabine looked at her husband. "Thank you for bringing them back to me. For giving me the opportunity to clear the air."

Ezra said, "Well, I wasn't planning on all that happening. But you're welcome, anyway."

Sabine grinned at him. "Have I told you lately that you're amazing?"

"No," Ezra replied. "But that's okay - you've been busy."

She snuggled close to him. Ezra wrapped his arms around his wife, pulling her closer.

After a beat, she asked, "So. Where's your present?"

Groaning, Ezra said, "Sabine. You can't be serious."

"Dead serious, Ezra Bridger. What'd you get me?"

"Do you know how hard it was to get them all together like that? How many schedules I had to align?" Ezra complained.

"Hmmm. I guess . . ."

Ezra snorted. "Well, what can I do to make it up?"

Sabine, in a quick flash of movement, straddled Ezra, drawing his face close to hers for a deep, deep kiss that set his nerves ablaze with excitement.

He felt his pulse begin to skyrocket.

"I believe," Sabine whispered, "that we were rudely interrupted last time."

"You're not tired?" asked Ezra, surprised.

"Not in the slightest," replied Sabine, with a wicked grin. "Now hush, my love, and give me my birthday present."

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[wanderingjedi77]

Starlight Part One

Hera Syndulla x Fem! Reader

Summary: As a former 501st soldier, you've been assigned to the Ghost to get rid of whatever Imperial programming you have left. Hera is more then understanding.

Part One | Part Two

You had seen a lot in your 23 years.

Endor, Yavin, Ryloth, Chandrilla. The 501st were the first ones in and the last ones out. You were supposed to be better then the clone brothers who came before. But then the Empire lost, and everything shattered.

All you had known was the Empire. You lived for it. Would have taken your last breath for it. Had you not been captured after Endor and sent for re-education via the Ghost.

The first few weeks were tense. You didn't trust them and kept to yourself. You didn't want their filthy Rebel hands helping you with anything.

Until you had jammed the hydro-spanner, and it had shot back out, hitting you in the head. Jacen, Hera's son, had gotten her; he always stuck around you, and you admitted; he was a nice kid. You didn't mind. But you squirmed away from Hera, hand on your own wound; until she had pried your hand gently away to look at it.

"It's not too deep. You'll have a good bruise." She gently chided you; and you looked away as Jacen came back with the med kit, and Hera patched you up.

"Thank you." You managed to get out, and when you glanced at Hera she was smiling softly.

"You're welcome, y/n." She put one of her hands on your knee as she stood up and squeezed before leading Jacen away. You stared at the door as it shut and felt your stomach flip.

Rebels weren't supposed to be nice.

It was a few weeks after that you had enough courage to join Hera one evening in the cockpit. You were going to Lothal and wouldn't be there until morning. You glanced at her as she turned when the doors opened before making your way to the co pilots chair to sit down.

"Why are you up so late?"

"Why are you?" You countered quietly and Hera laughed.

"Soneone has to keep the ship running." Hera smiles, teasing. "Besides my favorite mechanic."

"I thought chopper was your favorite mechanic." You look at her, startled by how blue her eyes are in the semi darkness.

"He's my favorite droid mechanic." Hera replies. She turns her chair to face you. "You have nightmares don't you?"

"All the time." You answer honestly. "I dream I'm still fighting. About the brothers and sisters I have lost. "

Hera frowns. "Sometimes I dream I'm still fighting too." She shifts closer, and you freeze as she takes your hand, holding it gently. "Your going to be okay. You're safe here in this ship, with me."

You hesitate, "Thank you. I'm sorry I'm so horrible." You apologise.

"You're not horrible." Hera says gently. "I wouldn't let anyone around my family that I thought was horrible."

You nod and sigh, ducking your head; your eyes stinging. But a 501st soldier doesn't cry. Your swallowing hard, trying to keep your sobs quiet as Hera moves closer, pulling you into a hug.

"It's okay." Hera holds you tightly. "You're going to be okay." She rests your head on top of yours as you cling to her. God's, why were you acting like this? She was supposed to be the enemy.

By the time you stop crying, Hera is threading her hands through your hair, and you pull away enough to gently untangle yourself from her arms, although she perches herself on the arm rest to keep an arm around you.

"Better?"

"Yes." You offer her an embarrassed smile. "I'm not sure the last time I cried." You laugh slightly , relieved.

"It's good for you." Hera smiles back. She motions her head to the captains chair. "Let's keep you distracted for now. Go and sit there."

"This is your ship."

"Yes. Which means I can train whoever I want to fly it." Hera replies with a raised brow. "Are you arguing with me? Disobeying orders?"

You hesitate because the way she said that leaves little room for arguing. "No, general."

"Then I suggest you work quickly before I change my mind." Hera suggests. "I've seen the way you watch when I'm flying. If you wanted to learn, you could have asked."

You want to say it wasn't the flying you were interested in, but the pilot. Instead you sit up and move to the chair, sitting down. Your in hyperspace, so there's not much you can do.

"You'll learn where everything is. And once you can do that I'll give you a more practical lesson." Hera moves to stand next to you.

"Now tell me what this is..."

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[augustspage]

If Ezra was a Master at Luke's Jedi academy, a conversation on attachment.

Ezra's tone turned firm. "No, Luke. You're not separating these kids from their families. I don't care what the texts say."

Luke, with a weight of experience, replied, "You've met my father Ezra, you know what attachment does to us who are burdened with abilty, what it can turn us into."

Ezra closed his eyes, a dark Cape billowing in his mind, exhaling slowly, "I—maybe, but from my experience, the love of our familes only made me and Kanan stronger."

Luke looked sympathetically at Ezra "But in the end, you had to let them go, didn't you?"

Ezra flicked his eyes away.

Luke flexed his robotic hand " I learnt the hard way when I didn't heed Master Yodas advice on letting go" he continued "Plus, if I didn't let go of my life on Tatooine, I'd have never done anything."

Ezra interjected "Aren't you tired of letting go? Your aunt and uncle raised you, yet you never talk about them."

Luke's eyes widened, how'd ezra know about them?

"I can't focus on something that cannot be changed, that'd result only in pain, That is what I learnt and what the younglings need to understand. Why'd you even bring that up anyway?"

Ezra's smirked "Someone told me to take care of the quote 'softer twin' "

Ah Leia

Luke raised an eyebrow. "Worried she'd strangle you like the other Jabba?"

Ezra snorted, he paused for a moment and locked his earnest blue eyes with Luke's.

"Listen, I was only able to sacrifice myself because I love and am attached to my family and my planet, knowing that I would be protecting them."

Ezras face lightened.

"Also, because I knew my family wouldn't let go of me either; they'd move galaxies to save this Lothrat punk."

Luke felt the force become warmer at the strength of earnestness emanating of the man.

"They make me better, the younglings family makes them better, Hera keeps Jacen from blowing up your temple, Din plays with grogu when he gets sad, your karking family makes you better, Leia makes you actually interact with people, Han-"

Luke puts his hand over ezras mouth, which does not deter the mans jabbering.

Luke rolls his eyes and finally relents, sighing "Fine, Master Bridger, we'll listen to your oh so great wisdom over the ones of mellenias of jedi"

Luke's light blue eyes meet Ezra's deep blue gaze, He's looking at the blonde with elation. "Atleast temporarily... I just hope I'm doing the right thing"

Ezra licks Luke's hand, Luke immediately recoils, wiping it on Ezras robe looking aghast.

Ezra smirks before getting more serious. "Look, Luke, these kids will be stronger Jedi for having healthy relationships in their lives, and more importantly, they'll be better people."

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