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hopegained-a · 5 years ago

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“After you’re done with that, I have something to show you.” Maz nonchalantly stated, pouring amber liquid into the tall mug with one hand, the other rubbing away at some spilled booze on the counter. She didn’t bother taking his order, having been too familiar with the man’s taste in alcohol. Each visit was the same -- Eron would drink whiskey or beer.

He lifted an eyebrow at that, his untouched drink all but quickly forgotten. Echoing her words, he leaned in slightly, “Something to show me?”

“That’s right.” She chuckled, setting aside the rag before stepping down from the stool behind the bar and beckoned him to follow with a wave, already turning on her heels to climb down the stairs leading to the lower levels of the grand castle. “Come on, now. I have been meaning to do it since you were here the first time, boy.”

Well, that was... something. What could be so important that she was this eager about? He supposed he wouldn’t know just by standing in the spot. Not hesitating further, he jogged over to her, his blue eyes scanning every mark and crumble on the walls as he was guided by the small orange woman, leaving the lively atmosphere of drunk, chatty patrons behind the two of them.

He’d never been to this part of her castle. Mostly due to him being respectful of boundaries, but also out of being uninterested. Though, he was aware that the place was sacred to the Jedi at some point in history. A temple, perhaps. His musings were cut short when Maz halted her steps, stopping in front of a room at the end of the hallway. The door opened automatically and inside were old trinkets, things hidden away for some unknown purpose. Dust covered the ground and Eron could feel some had managed to invade his nostrils, much to his annoyance. He figured there must’ve been a reason as to why she’d picked this particular room to stash her belongings.

Atop a crate was a box or chest made from wood. Rather simple in style, worn out, too, yet Maz approached it, and unlatched the lock in the middle.

Curiosity washed over him. Moving to close the gap between himself and the box, he could make out more trinkets. Unsurprising, as Maz was a collector. But something stood out from the rest. Eron let out an audible gasp that filled the entire room once he realized what it was. "Is that...?”

The pirate queen looked at him, somehow pleased by his reaction before promptly reaching into the chest to retrieve it. “Your father’s lightsaber, as was your grandfather’s.”

A pause. He still couldn’t believe what he was seeing even as she held it out, metal hilt reflecting the warm light, glinting, waiting for his acceptance. Its very existence here, in her possession, brought upon so many questions. Running faster through his mind the longer he stared at it. Dark brows knitted together, a beat passing, and he finally asked the only one that mattered in that moment, his voice quieter than before, “How’d you find it?”

Maz’s expression remained amused; he imagined she’d been expecting it. “It’s quite the long story, you see,” she answered, sighing. He wondered if it was a sign that she was tired in more ways than simply being exhausted by everything she’d done for the day. “Do you want to know?”

Did he? Would the information be of any use to him, specifically? Maybe, if he had any sort of attachment or even a crazed obsession. Neither could be said for himself. Lips pulled into a straight line, contemplating whether or not he wanted to hear what she would tell him.

“Or I could spare you the details,” she broke the silence. Of course she’d notice the metal debate going on inside. Gently, she pushed the lightsaber closer toward him. “Take it.”

Time had seemingly froze then. Such a simple command made Eron completely speechless. Part of him wanted to abide it, another wanted to go back upstairs. Gloved hand moved toward it, unsure, fingers almost brushing against the handgrip. If they kept going, maybe he could use it. Maybe he could return it to his aunt... or maybe Kylo Ren would have his attention.

They pulled away at the last second.

Eron Skywalker knew who he was. His place in the intricacies of his family history. This legacy didn’t belong to him. He wasn’t a Jedi like Luke Skywalker or Anakin Skywalker had been.

He flashed Maz Kanata a small smile, shaking his head once. “No. You keep it, Maz. It’s safer here than it is with me.”

The elder alien’s forehead scrunched slightly, but she nodded in understanding, her smile matching his. Someday someone else, someone truly worthy of the Skywalker lightsaber would wield it. She was the custodian until that person would come. The lightsaber was put inside the box once more. “Well, let’s return to your drink or you’ll forget to pay again. You still haven’t paid the Port-of-Storm from last month,” she reminder him, half-joking, half-serious, adjusting the lenses of her glasses while glancing at him pointedly as she retraced her steps with the younger man in tow.

#(whew)#(finally wrote this)#(tbh i rly love this???)#(i mean its garbage but still!!!)#(eron knows he's not worthy and knows himself not to take it)#(watch this being completely irrelevant once we find out just How it came to be in her possession lmfao)#(anyways..... he's just gonna be smilin to himself when finn and rey use it in tfa)#drabble #v: before the awakening #long post #long post //

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error-core-animations · 4 years ago

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A Child, Or A God? (chapter one, New Place, New Frienss.)

Echo woke up to a bright blue sky, with some scattered and fluffy clouds. He didn't know where he was, or how he got here. He felt oddly... Healthy? Was that the right word? He wasn't sure. He did feel good, somehow. A nice contrast to, well, just before. He sat up.

"Wh- I can sit up again!" He raised his hand in front of his face, wiggling his fingers. "Nothing hurts anymore, but why?" He wondered aloud.

Echo stood up, looking around. This place was grassy, it seemed. There were flowers, too! He'd never seen one in person before, it was beautiful. He stroked the petals, smiling. "Gizmo, come look at this flower!" He called out. No excited beeps. Huh.

He remembered what had happened. He... He'd died. Gizmo had tried to save him and he'd just died.

"No..." He whispered. Gizmo... His brother... He was alone, for real. All because Echo was weak and had died.

Echo collapsed onto the ground, tears streaming down his face. No no no no!

"No." He whispered through his sobs. "I left him." He curled up into a tiny ball. "I left him like our father did." His breathing was erratic and shallow, the cooling fluid leaking from his eyes blurring his vision. No, no, no no! This was all wrong!

He gasped with pain. His heart felt like it was about to explode, like it was soaked again and everything hurt oh FSM no not again he couldn't do it the agony was too much-

There was a hand on his shoulder, shaking him. "Hey, Zane! You're back again? Geez, man, what's happening? Are you dying squared or something?" A cold, gruff voice asked.

Echo was shaken out of his flashback. He looked up at the stranger who'd called him Zane. "I'm not Zane. Who're you?" He asked the dark haired person kneeling next to him.

He sighed. "I'm Morro, and if you're not Zane, why do you look like him?" He snapped back.

"I am not sure." He said.

"Well, what is your name then?"

"I'm Echo." He said. "Where am I?"

"You really don't know anything, do you?" He chuckled. His tone had softened, seemingly in sympathy. "You're in the Departed Realm. We're both dead."

"I know I'm dead. I'm just not... Used to new things." He decided this stranger didn't need to know anything about his past.

"Ah. I see." Morro nodded, something like understanding in his eyes.

"Who's Zane? You said I looked like him."

"He's a ninja, with the power of ice. Zane's a nindroid, too. Looks a lot like you do, kiddo." Morro said, extending a hand. "C'mon, I've got a nindroid friend, I think he'll like you a lot."

"Okay." Echo took his hand, stumbling to his feet. "What's his name? And, what's a nindroid?"

Morro helped him up, keeping an arm around Echo's shoulders to keep him standing. "His name is Eron, and a nindroid is a ninja android. Basically a warrior robot. Eron fought a lot when he was alive, too." Morro explained.

"Oh. Does this... Zane person fight a lot too?" Echo asked, leaning on Morro's shoulder for support.

Morro chuckled. "You could say that. He fought me, when I temporarily came back to life, and Eron when he was still alive. We weren't the best people back then." He shrugged, causing Echo to trip slightly.

"Eek!" Echo almost fell back down, but Morro caught him.

"Oops! Sorry, buddy! I'll be more careful." He pulled Echo back up, running a hand through Echo's fluffy hair to check for any injuries worse than shock. "You okay?"

"I'm fine." Echo had latched onto Morro's arm. "But please don't do that again, it was scary."

Morro patted the nindroid's shoulder. "Okay. I'll try not to do anything that makes you fall." He said, starting to walk again. Echo had to scramble to keep up due to his shorter legs.

"So, uh, what's your friend like?" Echo tried to distract himself from the whole being dead thing.

Morro thought a bit, then spoke. "He's pretty quiet, but friendly. He's loyal, protective, and a hugger. Be prepared for a bone crushing hug when you two meet." Morro explained. "I think you two will get along. Eron is pretty good with kids. At least, I assume you're a kid. It's hard to tell with nindroids."

Echo looked up, confused. "What's a kid?" he asked. He'd never heard that word before. "And, do you really think he'll like me? I'm useless, small, and rusty." He said. He was pretty sure Gizmo only liked him because he was the only other person there. At least, he had been. He shook the thought of his death away.

Morro smiled softly. "Echo, of course he'll like you! There's nothing really wrong with you." He messed with Echo's hair a bit. "And a kid is a young person, with very limited life experience and maturity. That's what I remember from the dictionary, anyways." He explained.

"You really think I'm not useless or stupid?" He was shocked. He'd tried to swim through an entire ocean! How was that not stupid?

"Wh-no! You're still young, and still learning! You died way before you should've, and that's horrible! Who even let that happen?!" Morro was horrified. Either this kid was incredibly isolated, or he lived with someone who was purposefully making him eternally dependant on them.

Echo mumbled something, but it was inaudible.

"Sorry, I didn't quite hear." Morro gently squeezed Echo's shoulder, trying to comfort him.

Echo took a deep breath, and cried out "I did! I tried to escape the lighthouse, but I was a horrible swimmer, so I went back inside, but I was so rusty already and the water clogged and broke my systems, my brother tried to get me to hold on, so he could try to save me, but I knew I didn't deserve to be saved, so I just died because I'm awful an-and weak, I'm sorry!" He sobbed.

"No, kid," Morro didn't quite know how to handle a crying child, much less this. "You didn't deserve to die, or to be stuck in that lighthouse. I assume your brother didn't either." He picked Echo up into a hug.

Echo sniffled. "He really didn't. It's my fault our father left. I wasn't good enough. I never was going to be."

"Shhh, your father shouldn't have left you. Especially not in the middle of nowhere." He gently rocked the child, trying to calm him down. "It's going to be okay, we're almost home." He whispered.

"Mhm." Echo squeaked. "You really thing Eron won't hate me?" He asked.

Morro shook his head. "Of course he won't! He's probably going to sympathize with you, actually."

"How?" Echo didn't think this Eron person sounded nearly as bad as he was.

"His dad didn't really care about him either."

"Oh." Echo's eyes widened. "For real?"

Morro chuckled. "Of course."

They'd arrived at Morro's and Mr. E's living space. Morro stopped walking, and Echo grabbed Morro's shirt collar.

"Here we are." Morro gestured at the cavelike house. "Our home." He grinned, and the duo went inside.

-*~-*~-

Gizmo pressed himself against Echo's lifeless body. His baby brother was gone. He couldn't do anything to bring him back. If only their father hadn't left them alone. To suffer, to hate themselves, to fucking die!

He hated that man. Because of him, Echo was gone forever. If Gizmo could cry, he would be sobbing his eyes out right now. His baby brother wouldn't giggle at the odd creatures he saw in the ocean again. His sweet smile would never grace his rusty face despite their horrible situation again. Echo wouldn't ever pick him up, spinning around with joy, for seemingly no reason again.

He looked up at Echo's blank, dead expression. He hadn't even thought himself worthy of being saved. His sweet, innocent, kind little brother thought he wasn't good enough to live. He reached up, stroking his baby brother's cheek.

"I'm so sorry, Echo." He whispered.

He didn't respond.

Gizmo gave a low whine of grief. Echo was gone. Like, really gone. He wasn't coming back. Ever. He could barely process that thought. Of Echo not being there anymore. He pressed closer to Echo, half expecting him to wake up and yawn, telling him that he was okay and he'd just needed some rest. Or maybe...

Gizmo was thinking. Maybe Echo was still in there, but his body was so damaged he couldn't move or do much of anything! If he was careful, they could share a body. He could fix his baby brother, they'd be okay together. They might even be able to escape!

That might be wishful thinking, but it didn't matter. Echo was going to be just fine, and they could be happy again. Even if they were stuck, they would have each other. No matter what it took. He immediately gathered together the dropped pieces of equipment, planning out the next few days in his mind.

He immediately began the lengthy process of repairs. Echo was going to be okay. It might take weeks, but he was going to be fine. He had to be.

#ninjago #lego ninjago #ninjago morro #ninjago echo zane #ninjago fic #death tw #mr. e ment

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