#Jacen syndulla mentioned

[monsieur-kazzle-dazzle]

my heart can't take it anymore

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[yellowroseofthebriar]

Ok, I’m also losing my mind about Jacen, but where are all my fellow degenerates who are screaming into the void until Rex appears.

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hearing that… my rebels heart can’t take it

[spicynectarines]

they kept jacen’s stupid green hair i can die happy

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As someone who isn’t really in the Star Wars fandom anymore but still likes Star Wars content (and was a hugeeee rebels fan in its hay day), here’s some of my hopes, headcanons and Thoughts for Ahsoka. These mainly have to do with Jacen tbh

- Jacen’s hair is dyed, I’m not sure how genetics work, like at all, but I feel like he would naturally have brown hair like Kanan and maybe that’s the reason he had brown hair in the Lego set, I would think Sabine dies it for him so he can look more like his mom, I think the only trait we see from Hera is more so the green tips of his ears which haven’t been shown yet in live action. Honestly I don’t really mind if it’s not, I mainly just think having Sabine mention dying his hair would be adorable.

- I’d like to think Ezra maybe didn’t know about Jacen or that Hera was pregnant, it would just be interesting to see him be just as surprised about his existence as the rest of the rebels fandom when the finale first aired (because I literally fell of the couch when I saw him, nothing could’ve prepared me for that) it would be super emotional regardless of if he knew about him or not because either way they’ve still never met, and I’m sure Jacen has heard lots about Ezra and would love to meet him irl for the first time

- Zeb and Kallus. That’s it that’s all I need. Like I would love to see Kallus in live action and it would be great to see Zeb again, hopefully with him. I need to know how their honeymoon went on Lira San.

- A kanan reference. A direct Kanan reference. Please. I beg. It’s only been three episodes so there’s certainly still more time and I can understand why he hasn’t been brought up yet, but I’m sure he will at least once

- more disaster lineage from Sabine, obviously her and Ashoka’s relationship is developing and getting better but Anakin/ Ashoka never stopped causing chaos with their masters regardless of how they’d grown, so why should Sabine?

- I need Ashoka’s happiness, please. Her being more stoic and closed off makes a lot of sense given what’s she’s been through, I don’t really see it as ‘out of character’ because like. She’s seen a lot, she’s been through a lot, she’s dealt with a lot, and she’s just not a teenager/young adult anymore, I can see why she is the way she is now, plus there’s over half a decade we didn’t see of her life (that I know of), there’s a lot we don’t know that I hope is explored but even so, It would be nice to see her be happier again even if it’s over something small, we’ll probably get it when her and Sabine find Ezra.

- a Rex appearance! I’ll even take a reference, since it said in the rebel’s epilogue that he survived it would be great to see him as well or at the very least have him mentioned

- I really hope that Ezra doesn’t just show up at the very end, that he’s at least in one full episode. It’s been five years since the Finale and there’s been like, almost no sign as to where he’s been or how he’s been doing since the finale until now so it would be even more painful to have him only show up at the very end and then have to wait even longer for more on him besides the fact that he’d be alive.

- The wren family, correct me if I’m wrong but they weren’t in The Mandalorian? I think? Again I could be wrong I don’t pay that much attention, but if they weren’t in it I wonder where they could be, and if something did happen to them and if so maybe Sabine would mention it or they could have an appearance at some point too, although I really doubt it tbh, it would just be a nice addition also I just wanna see Tristan in live action

( edit, spoiler for episode 4: well. Probably not gonna have that last one 😭😭😭)

[kalevalakryze]

Follow Orders

Fandom: Star Wars - All Media Types, Ahsoka Series Pairings: Hera Syndulla & Ezra Bridger, Ezra Bridger &  Jacen Syndulla Characters: Hera Syndulla, Ezra Bridger, Jacen Syndulla, Leia Organa, C-3PO, Chopper Warnings: Mentions of Loss, References to Depression, Exhaustion, Comfort Notes: For Whumptober Day 12 This one is also going to be very short, since I; like Hera, have not been sleeping Prompt: “I haven’t slept in days, but who’s counting?” | “I’m up, I’m up.” | Insomnia Word Count: 1,317 AO3 Link: Here!

Hopelessness was not something that had ever been able to sink itself wholly into Hera Syndulla; Ever since she was a child, she’d known of war, sacrifice, and loss; Even the loss of Kanan, while life altering and heart shattering, she still got up in the morning, put one foot in front of the other. Had raised her son and fought in the Rebellion, had balanced being a mother and a leader so smoothly for decades.  

Hopelessness’s icy tendrils had found her heart at the mention of Grand Admiral Thrawn’s return, but there’d been a spark of hope with his name. That Ezra Bridger would return to them, that the empty chair in the ghost would be filled again by the boy’s laughter and antics that had never failed to make her smile. 

Jacen was so much like him, the older brother he’d never got to meet, reflected in whole smiles and brilliant thoughts, in the force and it’s thrum so intricately tied into their beings (She didn’t know much about it, but General Skywalker had assured her that even if Jacen did not know Ezra, he would know enough of the Hero in the stories she shared, and in the memory of the force, if the boy would reach on his own).

When Ezra pulled the bucket off of his head, Hera hadn’t known what she was going to do. He’d grown up so much, a near perfect resemblance of the man in the pictures he’d shown them of his parents. But he’d smiled at her with the awkward easiness of a boy who’d stolen a TIE fighter. 

She was torn between meeting him halfway as her blaster was stowed numbly, from watching him, and watching the ramp of the ship.

He’d gotten tall, she could make out that much as he finally got within arms reach. No one came from the ship. “Where…?” Hera’s voice trailed off, and his smile faltered.

“They’re okay,” He promised, his hand hovering hesitantly in the space between them, like touching Hera would break the illusion. “They’ll come home,” He promised, surprise cutting him off as the General through her arms around him, plastoid creaking as strong arms encompassed him.

“Ezra,” She breathed again, fingers burying in dark, curly hair as his head tucked into her neck, arms wrapping just as tight around her as the New Republic soldiers around them started to lower their guard. “I’m so glad you’re home,” She had to focus on the good, and had to believe that Ahsoka would keep herself alive long enough to fulfill her promise. She’d promised to bring home both of her surrogate kids, and that included herself, Hera had to cling to that hope.

//

The Republic became a rush of activity following Ezra’s return, full of meetings, planning, organizing scouts to Dathomir, and finding some semblance of an old normal in having a tangible enemy once more.

The nightmares came after the relief of the first night, after Hera had introduced Ezra and Jacen, and had been granted the relief of watching her family finally form this last, gaping connection. She hadn’t been able to know Ezra when he was Jacen’s age, but seeing the two talk, and Ezra not so subtly passing a lightsaber to the boy; she knew that their similarities had been a strong point in her life to keeping together through it all.

Falling back into habits from the Rebellion was easy, without Kanan, and without Ahsoka around, she found days slipping past without sleep, forcing herself to make time to play with Jacen, to walk around with Ezra and talk about anything but the upcoming war, and to avoid the dreams of heat on her face and a Jedi’s force pressing her back into the Ghost. 

It was on the fifth day of sluggish work, restless naps at her desk, and dozing even while she was watching Ezra and Jacen playing, that she finally found sleep; Head lolled back onto the couch with the sound of Ezra telling Jacen a story and Chopper’s insistent beeps about how the Jedi must have messed something up, that eased her off to a blissfully calm dream.

Weight dropped into her side; The engines were blown, the durasteel siding of the speeder was crushing into her side, flames licking away paint and at the arms of her jumpsuit, she needed to get- Small arms wrapped around her middle as Jacen snuggled into her, getting comfortable as Ezra’s head dropped onto her shoulder. “I’m up, I’m up-” She promised, voice thick with sleep as she rubbed her eyes with one hand, carding her fingers through Jacen’s hair while a yawn split her lips.

“And I’m Jabba the Hutt,” Ezra replied sarcastically, a smile on his lips as he shook his head, pressing his weight back so Hera couldn’t try to get up. 

“Is it working?” Jacen whispered to Ezra as Hera tiredly slinked back into the couch, fingers scraping gently against her son’s scalp as her eyes dropped closed again.

“Shhh,” Ezra put a finger to his lips, though he smiled at the young force sensitive as his eyes flickered to the Twi’lek.

“I’m being ganged up on, huh?” Hera grumbled to the ceiling as her hand fell to Jacen’s back, tugging him closer as he snuggled closer.

“Mom, shh, you’re s’posed to be sleeping,” “Mmm, Thank you, Commander, I’ll get on it,” 

//

The next time Hera’s eyes blinked open, she was curled up on her side on the couch, a blanket tucked carefully over her and a pillow settled under her head. Artificial light flooded in from the kitchen in the quarters, allowing the woman to catch a glimpse of a golden droid and the back of Ezra’s head.

“We have hope,” Ezra was saying to someone further in the kitchen as his arms crossed his chest. “That’s enough to defeat Thrawn,”

“Thank you, Ezra Bridger,” Leia’s voice was soft, toned down for the sleeping woman in the living room. “It is good to have you back, your experience with Thrawn will be invaluable… but Hera’s needed it too,” The Twi’lek started to sit up, blanket rustling as she forced her body to move. “Our galaxy had a severe Jabba shortage, lately, it seems,”

A quiet laugh was shared between the two rebels, though the view was blocked out as another yawn and a sight came from the General as she stretched; When her eyes reopened, a golden head and glowing eyes startled her. “Good morning, General Syndulla;” Threepeio started, drawing the attention of the others in the apartment. 

Jacen ran out of the kitchen with the remains of an ice pop sticking to his cheek, throwing himself into Hera’s arms happily. “Mission completed, General Mom!” He started, giggling as Hera chuckled and pressed a kiss to the top of his head. 

“I always get the job done, Commander,” The woman promised, offering a mock salute when he pulled back.

“Oh this is true, you know,” Ezra started with a smile, “unless-”

“Don’t you dare, young man.”

“Unless a Jedi is involved, it seems, then you go and create your own orders?” Leia poked her head through the doorway, a spatula in her hand as she rested her other hand on her hip. 

“Listen,”

“Ah, nope, no work talk till everyone eats!” Jacen interjected, rushing past Leia and snatching the spatula from her hand before disappearing into the kitchen. Chopper beeped dangerously from further inside, which in turn had Ezra rushing back in to stop the boys from setting anything on fire. 

“When this ship goes down, I just know it’s going to be because of them,” Leia shook her head as she moved to join Hera on the couch, sinking into a cushion and shoving the blanket aside. 

“It… runs in the family,” Hera said sheepishly, enunciated by Choppers whirring and bionic laughter. 

“Tell me about it,”

[milfjinart]

OMG JACEN REVEAL AND THEY KEPT HIS HAIR GREEN

[illustratingari]

*AHSOKA SPOILERS EP 3*

I just watched Ep 3 and it was so awesome! Sassy Huyang is everything to me and I almost fell out off my couch when he mentioned the disaster lineage 😂 Highlights for me would probably be Sabine attempting to use the force and failing miserably, Huyang being blunt as hell, JACEN SYNDULLA APPEARANCE he’s so precious omg, purgils live action and Ahsoka being the badass she is by pulling a Plo Koon and fighting on top of a ship in space. That is all! Here’s a little Ahsoka portrait to celebrate Tano Tuesday! Enjoy 💙 INSTAGRAM

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Perfect green baby.

alright i'm gonna go cry

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Ghost Stories 07

Starring Sabine Wren + Ezra Bridger (Feat. Hera Syndulla)

Story Summary: While helping Hera clean out the Ghost in preparation for Jacen's return from the Academy, Sabine finds a memento leftover from a mission during their days in the Rebellion - a mission that Ezra professes to have little recollection of. Sabine takes it upon herself to remind him what exactly happened . . . Years ago, a mission to rescue Imperial prisoners from being sold to Zygerrian slavers turns deadly for Sabine Wren and Ezra Bridger. In order to escape, Ezra will have to trust Sabine with his life in a way he’s never done so before . . .

"Ezra," said Hera in the tone of someone whose patience was wearing dangerously thin, "I need you to scrub the outside vents again."

The young man glanced at his partner, Sabine, with a bemused look. She gave a discreet smile in reply; this was a strong sense of nostalgia about this whole scene that brought up old memories for both of them. They were older now and the early years of the Rebellion had long since passed, but some things never changed it seemed. Hera still had the ability to boss both of them around with ease.

Besides, it was for a good cause: Jacen, Hera and Kanan's son, was returning from the Academy on vacation. She planned to take him on a sightseeing tour all over the galaxy, accompanied by his favorite extended family: Aunt Sabine and Uncle Ezra.

Ezra slung the used rag he had been using to wipe down some of the viewports over his shoulder and gave Hera a nod. "Sure thing," he replied casually. "The laser scrubber still out there?"

"Should be," answered the Twi'lek. She gave him a slightly guilty look, accompanied with an apologetic smile. "We're almost done. Promise."

Sabine rolled her eyes. "I've heard that before. Come on, Ezra. I'll give you a hand."

He frowned at her. "It's not really a two-person job - "

She clamped a hand over his mouth before Hera noticed. "He didn't mean that," she assured the Twi'lek. "It's always been a two-person job."

Hera snorted. "No, it hasn't. I've always just let it slide since Kanan and I used to pull that same excuse to get some alone time from you guys."

The Mandalorian blinked at her. "No wonder you two took so long," Sabine remarked.

"Had to be thorough," Hera said smugly.

"Gross," said Ezra cheerfully. "Let's get out there Sabine and start, uh, scrubbing."

She hooked her arm through his. "Lead the way."

_ _ _ _ _

"So, what's the real reason why you wanted to be alone with me?" Ezra asked. They had just been outside on the Ghost's hull for around ten minutes, blasting the laser scrubber at the freighter's durasteel frame. It was still spotless from the last time it had been scrubbed but, given Hera's anxious mood, it was best not to mention that.

Sabine sat down next to him, watching him work. "What? You want to make out?"

He paused his scrubbing and pushed up the safety goggles onto his forehead. His piercing blue eyes flashed invitingly at her. "Always," he replied.

She smirked and tossed something at him.

Ezra yelped, juggling the laser scrubber in one hand and the thrown item in another for a few seconds. Finally, he clumsily transferred the laser scrubber to the other hand and gained a grip on the item Sabine had thrown at him.

Sabine laughed.

He glared at her. "I could have scorched the Ghost. You know Hera will flay us both alive if that happened."

The Jedi looked down at the object in his hand with curiosity. "What is this, anyway?"

"What's it look like, Ezra?"

It was a round, thin piece of electrum metal with an ugly black box attached on one side. Ezra peered at it for a moment, thinking, before saying slowly, "It looks like . . . a collar?"

"Yup," said Sabine. "Your powers of deduction continue to impress, Master Jedi."

Ezra snorted. "A collar, huh. Do you want me to wear it? Because if that's the case, we really need to go somewhere private if you're thinking what I think you're thinking."

Sabine blinked coyly at her partner. "Say 'woof'."

The Jedi sighed. "Sabine . . . "

She tilted her back and laughed. As always, Ezra felt a thrill of satisfaction seeing her do so. It never failed to make him feel good knowing that he could do that.

"You really don't recognize it, huh," Sabine said a few moments later, settling down after her spat of giggles.

"Should I?" asked Ezra.

She nodded. "Found it while cleaning out my old room. It's a . . . shall we say, a souvenir from a mission we did way back during the Rebellion."

Ezra frowned. "Which one?"

"The one with Zygerrian slavers? Ring a bell?"

He racked his head, using an old Jedi technique to focus his memory . . . and, to his surprise, found nothing. "Not really," he confessed.

Sabine blew out a breath. "Makes sense."

Now, he was really curious. He stepped over and sat down next to her. "Really? How so?"

She pointed at the ugly metal ring in his hands. "That's a Zygerrian slave collar. Nasty stuff. We were freeing Imperial prisoners that had been sold to them. They had these clasped to their necks."

"That was our mission? How come I don't remember it?"

Sabine took the collar gently from his hands and studied it for a long moment.

Finally, she spoke without looking at him.

"Because," she said solemnly, "you died, Ezra."

~ the escape, 2 BBY ~

The plan had been simple. Infiltrate the Imperial base, locate the prisoners, disrupt the deal between Zygerrian slavers and corrupt Imperial officials, and then blast their way out to the waiting Ghost nearby hidden in the forest surrounding the base.

Truth be told, it had all gone fairly smoothly. Ezra had gone undercover, posing as a new prisoner and directed the Specters to the prisoners' movements via code signals until it was time to free them. Sabine had been tracking his signals, directing the others into their places around the Imperial base -

And then it went wrong, right at the end. One of the prisoners. an elderly male Quarren, had fallen behind during the battle. Ezra, being the gallant idiot he was, had stayed with the Quarren to cover him as Zygerrian mercenaries and stormtroopers alike blasted at them.

The young Jedi's emerald blade flashed bright through the fog of blasterfire and smoke, battering aside any shots that came close. And they were indeed coming closer and closer.

"Dank ferrik," snarled Sabine, ducking behind a large crate. Scarlet blaster bolts flew through the space her head had been, scorching the wall behind her.

"Ezra! Move your butt and get him over here now!" she yelled through the maelstrom of blasterfire. Zeb was holding the exit, blasting away with his weapon, but time was running short.

"Any day you two!" the big Lasat roared. "I can't keep this open forever!"

"I'm a little busy over here!" Ezra shouted back. "Hang on - "

He glanced at the elderly Quarren. "Sorry for this," he said apologetically. Closing his eyes, the Jedi reached out with an open hand. The alien looked at him, puzzled, for a second -

And then an invisible hand seemed to grip him. Eyes bulging in part-fear, part-shock, the Quarren rose off the ground a few inches, then a foot -

"Happy trails," muttered Sabine, knowing what was coming next.

"What are you - aaaaahhhhhhh!" screamed the Quarren as the invisible hand threw him over to Zeb. The big Lasat almost fell over with the force of the throw.

Ezra's eyes snapped open, and he whirled on the spot, his lightsaber coming up to parry a flurry of blaster bolts aiming for his chest -

Sabine saw a mercenary land next to Ezra. Something shiny glinted in his hand.

Her heart lurched in fear as she recognized what the mercenary was holding. A Zygerrian slave collar. They had already deactivated the other ones, thanks to the codes they had found in the Imperial database, but this was new. It wouldn't be using the same code.

She vaulted over the crate, taking a few shots but her armor held firm. Hitting the ground at a dead sprint, she screamed Ezra's name in warning. Her blasters spat fire at the mercenary, but the shots were absorbed into a force shield that emanated from his vambrace, similar to the ones Mandalorians used.

But he was too distracted at the volley of shots heading his way. He turned, hearing his name as she approached, his lightsaber snapping up to guard -

It was too late. The mercenary hissed as the plasma blade hit him, but not before the collar was already around Ezra's neck.

It snapped close. A deadly hum of energy pulsed out from it, followed by a small beeping noise. Ezra spasmed in place as the collar shocked him into submission.

"The Jedi's down!" yelled a stormtrooper. "Focus fire - "

He didn't get to finish the command. Sabine lobbed a thermal detonator in his direction. She slid next to her fallen friend and slung an arm around her shoulder to support him.

"Zeb!" she screamed. "We need cover!"

The big Lasat let loose a battle cry and dove into the fray, his rifle blasting away. The explosion came soon after, buffeting everything around it in scorched debris.

"Hang on, Ezra," she panted, half-dragging him towards the exit. "Hang on!"

_ _ _ _ _

"Sabine," said Kanan. "We need options."

They were in the cargo hold of the Ghost, now jetting through hyperspace to escape any pursuers. The prisoners had been taken to the communal area to rest after their harrowing escape. Sabine, Kanan, Zeb, Chopper and a weary Ezra were the only ones in there, since Hera needed to fly the ship.

Ezra winced and fingered nervously at the collar grimly clutched around his neck. He looked to Sabine, smiling weakly. Putting on a brave face, she noted.

She was glad that her helmet remained on. It wouldn't do him any good to see how nervous she was.

"How do I look?" he asked. "Don't suppose this is a good color on me, is it."

"We'll have to get you one that brings out the color in your eyes," she replied absent-mindedly. Her mind was racing, coming up with thoughts, ideas, any scrap of solution that she could come up with on such short notice.

"Sabine," urged Kanan.

She clenched her teeth. "It's not that easy. Without the deactivation code, it's next to impossible. Zygerrians triple deadlock their collars as a failsafe; at any sign of tampering, they immediately send out a lethal pulse of energy to the wearer's brain. They can't be sliced either; the mechanism and programming are too complex."

"Even for you?" asked Zeb.

It hurt to say it. But there was no time for false bravado. Not with Ezra's life on the line. "Even for me."

"How much time does he have?" asked Kanan.

The slave collar, as if on cue, beeped. Sabine peered closely at the black box attached to the outside; a red light was flashing on and off, intermittently.

"Not much. If we can get him to a rebel base within the hour, he might have a chance," said Sabine.

Ezra's eyes snapped to her, questioning. She shook her head slightly at him. He had picked up on the lie.

"I'll speak to Hera, see if we can speed things up a bit. Zeb, I need you to check on our guests. I'm sure they'll be rattled and need someone to looking after them."

The Lasat opened his mouth to protest but Kanan cut him off. "Don't argue with me, Zeb. Ezra's safe with Sabine. He'll be okay with her."

He looked to Sabine for confirmation. She waved him off. "Get a move on, big guy," she said casually. "I got it here. The goober's gonna be fine."

"Fine," he said grumpily. He patted Ezra on the back and then made his way to the freed prisoners. Kanan nodded at Sabine and then at Ezra before following Zeb.

Which left just her, Ezra, and Chopper alone in the cargo hold. The astromech made a mournful noise.

After a tense moment, Ezra said simply, "You lied."

Sabine just looked at him and didn't say anything.

He smiled lopsidedly at her. "I don't have an hour, do I."

Finally, she found her voice. "No. You don't. The collar's on a count-down. It must have been damaged during the fire fight. The next pulse of energy will kill you."

"How long?"

"Less than ten minutes, at most."

He just nodded at her. "Well . . . that's that, then."

Sabine grabbed him by the shoulders. "It's not over. I've still got time to think this through."

"It's okay, Sabine," said Ezra earnestly. "I'm okay. Really."

"Nothing about this is okay, Ezra!" Sabine hissed. "I can fix this. I swear to you."

He went silent, his eyes studying her closely. "Okay. I believe you."

"Good," she retorted.

"Can you just do me a favor, really quick?"

"Other than think of a way to save your life?"

He grinned at her. Not long, but real. "You can multi-task."

Despite the dire situation, she snorted. "Sure. What is it?"

"Take off your helmet. I just want to see you."

She hesitated. The collar beeped - another minute had passed. "Ezra - "

"I know. But it would make me feel better if I could just see your face."

The unspoken words hung heavy in the air between you. For one last time.

She acquiesced, taking off her helmet. The light in the cargo bay seemed so bright; the air so tense and still in that very moment.

"Thank you," said Ezra.

Another beep. He just looked at her - like he would never see her again.

"There are messages," Ezra said suddenly. "Holo-discs underneath my bed. For everyone."

"Shut up," whispered Sabine. "Those will never be played. No one is ever going to hear those. At least not today."

"Sabine - "

She glared at him. "Shut. Up. I'm thinking."

He went silent.

Beep.

Energy, she thought furiously. Something to do with the energy. I can't slice it. The programming forbids it to be released without the proper codes. How do I get the kriffing thing off him without -

Her eyes widened. Fail safe.

The energy. If she could redirect it . . .

But that would mean only one thing. Only one way to remove the collar from Ezra.

"You've got something," Ezra observed. "Tell me."

She bit her lip. "Do you trust me?" she asked.

"Always," he responded.

"Fail-safe. Zygerrians don't like to waste anything. If a slave dies while wearing the collar, it automatically unlocks. They're reusable. Prevents them from having to build another one."

"Okay," Ezra said slowly. "How does that help me?"

She turned to look him directly in the eye. "I can't stop the collar from releasing the pulse. But I can maybe re-direct it. Away from your brain and towards your heart."

He held her gaze. She saw the gears in his head turning at this information, following the strands of cold logic to their terrible conclusion. "You're going to stop my heart. Kill me, and then the collar opens up."

"Not permanently," she added hastily. "Long enough to trick the collar into thinking you're dead. Once the collar comes undone, I'll have Chopper give you a zap to kickstart your heart again."

Ezra turned to the astromech. "What do you think, Chopper?"

Chopper's dome swiveled between them both, running calculations. Finally, he tweeted out a confirmation that Sabine's plan was solid.

Beep.

"Do it," said Ezra.

She blinked at him. "Just like that?"

He shrugged, smiling a little. "Got any better ideas?"

"Not with the amount of time remaining," she admitted.

"Then, let's get to it."

Sabine hesitated. "Ezra - "

He grabbed her hands. "There is no one else I would trust with this. I'm glad it's you."

The tears started to come without warning. "You know what this means, right?" she whispered. "I have to kill you."

"Just for a little bit," he replied jokingly.

"It's not funny," she said angrily. "This is so messed up. It shouldn't be like this. I don't want to do this."

She swiped at her face, willing the tears to stop falling. They didn't listen.

"Sabine. Look at me."

She did.

"I love you. And I'm sorry."

She swallowed hard. The words - those blasted three little words - came stuck in her throat. Sabine couldn't say anything.

She reached out instead to the black box, her fingers gently prying it open. The collar's sensors wouldn't view it as sabotage since they needed to be regularly maintained in such a way.

Beep.

Ezra's gaze never left her as she worked. Finally, it was complete. The circuits had been re-worked to fire the pulse of energy to its new destination.

Beep.

"Guess this it," remarked Ezra.

"It will be quick," she said quietly. "Painless. I promise."

Her fingers hovered over the button that would kill her best friend.

"Thank you for everything," said Ezra.

She was shaking.

His fingers were gentle, brushing her cheek. At last, she found the strength to look at him once more.

He was smiling.

She pushed the button. The collar pulsed.

The smile never faded as he slumped into her arms, dead.

Sabine's breathing came fast and hard; she could feel the cold waves of panic flooding through her.

Focus, she ordered herself. Focus!

She laid Ezra out gently onto the floor, cursing her shaking hands. "Chopper, you better be ready when I say so."

The astromech tweedled an affirmative response. An electrical probe he used for welding popped out of one his sockets, sparking at the ready.

Sabine stared at the collar, waiting. It was beeping, running its own check on Ezra's life signs.

"Come on," she hissed. "Come on!"

Every passing second that Ezra's heart was stopped was another step into death's embrace. He would never wake up.

And it would be all her fault.

More seconds passed, stretching into an agonizing eternity. She crouched over Ezra's body, eyes wide, feeling helpless -

There was a rapid succession of beeps and then - an anti-climactic click.

The collar popped free.

"Chopper!"

The astromech stuck its electric probe into Ezra's side and gave him a shock.

Her friend's body spasmed - and then laid still.

She checked for a pulse.

Nothing.

No. No, no, no. Not like this.

"Chopper, hit him again!"

The astromech complied. Another shock. Ezra's frame jerked and then went still once again.

Her fingers found the spot on his neck, searching for that tell-tale sign of life.

Nothing again.

The panic burst forth, nothing left to stop its path. "Chopper - "

The little droid shook his head sadly, beeping in resignation. She barely understood him - something about potentially damaging Ezra further if he continued to shock him.

She shoved the astromech away. "I'll do it myself, then," she said, half-hysterical.

Sabine knelt Ezra and began chest compressions, finding the rhythm as she had been trained to do. Both hands centered on the chest, thirty compressions, then mouth to mouth breathing.

She was sobbing. "Come on, come on, come on . . . "

Ezra didn't come back.

"Ezra, please. Please."

She continued on for what felt like ages. Finally, the last of her strength was spent, and Sabine collapsed backwards.

Chopper sighed, a grieving sound.

He was gone. Ezra was gone.

She had failed.

Sabine bowed her head, face screwed tight with emotion.

"Ezra . . . oh, Ezra," was all she could say in between sobs.

And then came the sound of pained laughter.

Her head snapped up at the noise.

Ezra's head turned slightly towards her. His breath was shallow, labored - but he was very much alive. And looking at her through half-closed eyes.

"Are you okay?" he whispered.

She crawled towards him and wrapped him in a crushing hug. "Why would you ask me that, idiot?" she asked in a voice hoarse from crying. "You're the one who died."

"I did?" he asked. "Why would I do that?"

She laughed, the noise sounding half-crazed. "I thought I lost you, Ezra."

He patted her on the back clumsily. "I'm not going anywhere. Promise."

Sabine just hugged him tighter.

Kanan found the two friends like that, still embraced, half an hour later when he came back to check on them.

~ present day ~

Sabine set down the slave collar after finishing her recollection. Next to her, Ezra was quiet.

"Well?" she asked. "Any comments on how you died?"

Ezra shot her an amused look. "Weird question to ask someone."

"And you still remember none of it?"

He scratched his trimmed beard idly. "Eh, not really. Must be the lack of oxygen to the brain after the shock."

"Hmmm," said Sabine. "Maybe it's for the best."

"Maybe," agreed Ezra. "But if you want my comments . . . I would say that wasn't a bad way to go."

She peered at him. "Explain."

He grinned at her. "It's all a bit fairytale-esque, right? The kiss that woke me up from my slumber."

Sabine's jaw dropped. "It wasn't - I was giving you CPR! It was mouth to mouth resuscitation. And it wasn't slumber, you idiot. You were clinically dead!"

His grin widened. "The last one didn't feel like resuscitation. Felt like a kiss to me."

She slapped his arm lightly. "You were awake? So you do remember some of it!"

He gave her a coy look. "Maybe I just really wanted a kiss. Was that so much to ask for?"

"You are unbelievable, Ezra Bridger," said Sabine, shaking her head.

"Uh-huh," said Ezra. His grin faded. "Sabine. You're not still feeling guilty about any of that, are you?"

"I . . . yeah, I do," she confessed. "That could easily have gone the other way. You wouldn't be sitting here, next to me, talking about any of this if my idea hadn't worked out."

"But it did. I'm still here. You brought me back, like you always do."

She snorted. "It does seem to be my job to do just that. I'm an expert, huh."

He reached and gave her hand an affectionate squeeze. "The one and only expert at saving Ezra Bridger. No one better to call, in my opinion."

Ezra paused, thinking, and then said, "You're not really an expert at killing me, though. Since it didn't stick that one time."

Sabine reached out and pinched his cheek affectionately. "Cyar'ika, you are adorable and there is something deeply wrong with you."

"Ow," said Ezra. "That hurt. Might leave a bruise."

"Oh, really?" asked Sabine wryly. "Should I kiss it better then?"

"Well, your kisses do seem to work miracles, so there's no harm in doing so . . . but it does hurt here on my lips too, if you want to start there."

"Is that so? Let me see," she replied in a husky tone, leaning forward -

"If you want to see some real bruises," came Hera's violently cheerful voice, "then by all means, please do continue not doing what I asked of you."

Ezra and Sabine looked at each other - and then scrambled hastily to resume their work, the laser scrubber firing away once more.

"Good children," said Hera pleasantly. "I'll be watching, don't worry," she added, before stalking inside the Ghost to finish her own tasks.

Sabine shook her head. "She's crazy. We'll never finish these chores before Jacen arrives."

"I know," Ezra groaned. "Kill me, please."

She shoved him. Ezra laughed.

[growingstrong30]

AHSOKA EP. 3 SPOILERS

OMG! JACEN SYNDULLA!

My baby boy finally made his first appearance in live action. I was so excited when Hera mentioned him but then he appeared and I was screaming at the television bc that baby must be protected at all costs.

I mean, look at him

He’s so cute 💗

Also reminded me a lot of Kanan. If he could only see his boy he’d be so proud.

[lorrainestea]

My hopes for the Ahsoka show:

- Hera still having her tired mom of everybody around energy

- Kanan flashback or Force ghost (some Kanera moments or Kanan and his son)

- Hedala Fardi shows up

- Ahsoka meets Kaeden Larte

- Snips and Skyguy moment (I need that one!)

- Chopper being homicidal maniac

- Jacen Syndulla ofc, but please make him looks good

- and bonus, because I have no idea what would he do in Ahsoka but I love him too much to not mention him, ✨Cal Kestis✨

[veritascara]

veritascara’s fics and meta

Started writing this post ages ago and decided I should finally get it online. These are links to all my fics and lengthier meta posts, both for Star Wars and Doctor Who. Please note that you must be logged in to AO3 in order to read my fics. Enjoy!

AO3 / Teaspoon

Star Wars Rebels

Kanera Fic

Clarity/Sight - Separate, they’ve both been blind. But together, they can truly see. A fix-it fic in two parts for the episodes Jedi Night and Dume.

Ad Astra Series - Through hardships to the stars. Follows Hera’s journey from Jacen’s conception to birth. (canon compliant)

Synchronicity - Creating moments of profound intimacy in the midst of chaos is nothing new for Kanan and Hera. But Hera discovers afterwards that this particular moment may have unexpected consequences and makes a fateful choice

Binary - During a frustrating morning’s meditation on Lothal, Kanan makes a startling discovery and is forced to face a fear he’s never experienced before.

The Signs - A childhood lesson she hoped she’d never need comes back to haunt Hera, and she isn’t sure how she feels about it.

Ghosts - When the dust on Lothal has settled, Sabine returns to their ship to sleep. She finds Hera there already, who delivers some shocking news.

Dehiscence - An unexpected holo-call reopens wounds, both new and old, for Hera and creates a rift she never intended.

Four Doors - Hera and the Ghost crew return to Yavin IV, where she must confront tough decisions about what her future will look like.

Quickening - Sabine visits Hera on Yavin IV, bringing with her a poignant gift.

Grounded - In the quiet of the evening, Hera takes a few moments to meditate—both for herself and for the baby.

I Promise - When the Rebel Alliance faces its greatest battle yet, Hera is drawn into the fray to help, yet quickly finds herself confronting a crisis of her own.

- Ad Astra Spotify Playlist

Rebels Meta

Jacen Syndulla: Answers to All the Big Questions

Hera and Heritage - A Meta In Pictures

When a Shoulder Touch Says Everything

When Hera Calls Kanan “Love”

Of Father and Daughter

More on Hera Mentions in Lords of the Sith

Kanera in the Junior Novelizations

Doctor Who

Doctor/Rose Fic

Jump 137 - The number of realities Rose Tyler has crossed in her search to find the Doctor again feels nearly endless—until a single jump changes everything.

Dreams of Another Life - Separated from his Rose by the walls of the universe, the Doctor dreams impossible dreams. But across the Void, those dreams may not look so improbable after all.

Fic Rec List

Long Fics for the Rose Tyler Lover’s Soul (fair warning that this list is quite old and has not been updated in a few years—a number of fics are no longer online)

[jedi-nurse]

That episode of Ahsoka was my favorite so far. (I know there is only 3 eps out 😂)

I love the training sequences with Sabine, Huyang, and Ahsoka. It felt very samurai like and I loved it. It reminds me of Trials of the Darksaber so much.

My personal theory is Sabine won't ever be able to weild the Force (ie lifting things) but she can learn the Jedi ways. If she does actually weild the Force I would think it appear in relation to Ezra (like how Ezra force pushes Kallus away from Zeb).

You can tell Sabine is rusty in her fighting techniques on the ship which I appreciate. She's been on Lothal for years so she hasn't used that skill in a while. I also loved that we are seeing her and Ahsoka mend their relationship (I NEED THE BACKSTORY DAVE).

Huyang never change I love you. Sabine fixing the ship brought back so many Rebels memories.

PURRGIL. I love them so much 😭 Sabine was so surprised to see them but her flying thru them was *chef's kiss*. I imagine she has spent the last decade so mad at them for taking Ezra but now she os happy because that means they can possibly take her to him. She has hope ❤️

Love the beef between Shin and Morgan. Love the dynamic bw Shin and Marrok.

HERA SYNDULLA. Tear those senators to shreads girl. MEW did a fantastic job. The fact that she kept working to search for Ezra despite what the NR wanted 😭

JACEN SYNDULLA. I am in love with the adorable little green bean. Him and Chopper causing caos is perfection. 'Aunt Sabine' my heart 😭😭 'I want to be a Jedi' 😭😭😭 His shoulder pauldron that looks exactly like Kanan’s 😭😭😭 I hope we get more Jacen in future episodes. I want more Jacen and Chopper. I need Ezra to train him.

My only complaints: no Kanan mention when there were 2 perfect opportunities for it and I wish it was a longer episode.

[bart1607]

That's how my bingo card looks after 3 episodes

✔Return of Nightsisters - Morgan Elsbeth is confirmed to be survivor

✔Someone from Ghost crew will be injuried/die - Sabine got stabbed and somehow survived

✔Mention of Mortis Gods - those statues in temple

✔Jacen Syndulla