#zeb and chopper antics

[laurelslegacy]

Chapters: 2/2 Fandom: Star Wars: Rebels Rating: Explicit Warnings: Graphic Depictions Of Violence Relationships: Alexsandr Kallus/Garazeb "Zeb" Orrelios Characters: Alexsandr Kallus, Garazeb "Zeb" Orrelios, Sabine Wren, Hera Syndulla, general draken, C1-10P | Chopper, Ahsoka Tano, Cassian Andor, Commander Rex, yavin iv - Character Chapter 2 is up! ““Caff…. Caff… must… have… caff!” Zeb crawled, dragging himself overly exaggerated through the hall towards the Ghost Gally.

Sabine leaned in the doorway to her room, an amused look on her face watching him, followed by Kallus with his head in his hand “Well you did decide to marry him.”

“Don’t remind me.” the Human grumbled.

Hera raised a brow as Zeb crawled in, she sipped her tea “Long night?”

“Caaafffff….” He flopped on the floor. 

Kallus stepping over his husband’s pretend carcass and plucked the mugs from the cabinet and poured them both caff.“Pick yourself up Garazeb, you’re making a spectacle of yourself- again. I do believe we talked about that last night. Good morning General Syndulla.” He came to sit beside her, placing the two cups of caff down.

Chopper rolls in, wobbles a little before shocking Zeb right on the ass. The Lasat yowls and turns on his hands and haunches snarling at Chopper who worbbles a laugh at the enraged Lasat rolling down the hall as Zeb yells obscenities at the mech. “

[thevibraniumveterans]

REBELS REWATCH

S1E4 — FIGHTER FLIGHT

The episode starts with Ezra trying to use the Force to lift a bowl. Similar to how within the first few episodes of Ahsoka, Sabine tries but in vain to lift a cup off the table. Chopper is making fun of Ezra, so naturally, he chases the droid down the hallway of the Ghost.

On his way down the hallway, he passes Sabine’s room. She is redecorating her room with her paint gun. Ezra backtracks to Sabine’s doorway, leans slightly against said doorway, and tries his luck again. Here goes Flirtation Attempt #2. “Oh, uhhh… Hey, Sabine!” He chuckles. “I see you’re, uh. Painting…stuff.” (Interestingly enough, Ezra doesn’t try nearly as hard as he did earlier. He’s trying the honest route instead of the ‘I’m-trying-to-impress-you’ route.) Sabine doesn’t quite take her eye off her artwork, which she seems quite pleased with. She tells him, “Well, nothing gets past you, kid.” Shyly, and not quite looking at her, he offers, “You know, if you ever need a little inspiration…” (Which we know he would eventually be her biggest inspiration a decade and a half down the line!) Sabine lets out a small, unamused laugh, and says, “Yeah. Then I’ll be sure to look elsewhere.” Clearly busy, she still does not look away from her artwork. Meanwhile, Chopper rolls back up the hallway, letting out what seems like a sarcastic “Oh, no.” Ezra looks back and forth between Sabine’s room and his room, and warns Chopper to “Stay out of my room!” He looks back to Sabine and says, “Uhh, gotta go!” He turns away, and Sabine rolls her eyes. Just another day, another chance for him to shoot his shot.

Inside Ezra’s shared room with Zeb, Zeb is taking a nap, not quite successfully. Ezra dodges Chopper’s energy zap with lightning speed. Zeb is mad, and Ezra blames it on Chopper, of course. To avoid another punch from Zeb, Ezra offers a reminder why he should not be punched. “All I did was save your life from an Imperial agent. Or did that slip your mind?” They start tussling, AGAIN.

Chopper alerts Sabine, who - amused at Zeb and Ezra’s antics - decides to redecorate their bunk instead. (Interesting that she wants to, and then does, paint the room that Ezra shares with Zeb, Sure, she could have chosen literally anywhere else on the ship, but she doesn’t.)

Ezra races down to the Ghost’s cargo hold, pursued by Zeb, who pounces off the balcony and straight into a few crates Kanan is busy with. Hera is none too pleased, and sends Zeb and Ezra on a shopping trip.

Ezra and Zeb walk into town, and the teenager is recognized by a senior citizen, who offers him a fruit, but not the meilooruns Hera sent them to get. They bump into a full crate, but Ezra considers it a challenge to attempt to take it from the Empire. They see troopers load it onto a transport cart, and Zeb lightly mocks Ezra about using the Force. Ezra takes this as a suggestion, not an insult. He concentrates, and manages to just about shift the lid of the crate when a trooper comes by. Ezra sneaks off, as he always does, and climbs up the transport to the crate.

Ezra makes a run for it as the troopers chase him, and Zeb steals a TIE fighter and comes to his rescue.

Hera takes a break, and checks up on Sabine, who denies entry. Hera points out that the room isn’t Sabine’s room, but she says, “I was inspired. It was Ezra’s idea.” Hera shrugs it off.

Inside the TIE, Ezra tells Zeb to gain altitude, and says “I think we’re too low.” Despite the window being dirty, Ezra senses that they might be about to crash, so instructs Zeb to turn the TIE. Zeb is astounded, but Ezra says he’s not sure. “I just knew,” he admits. (Here, Ezra is shown to have connected to the Force and let it tell him things nobody else would have known. Such as how to avoid obstacles without needing to see them.)

He and Zeb call up Hera and Kanan, and inadvertently admit they’re in a TIE. Kanan orders them to “get rid of it”, but in unison, Ezra and Zeb complain: “Do we HAVE to?!” (It would be fun to have another fighter though. Kind of a little foreshadowing to when later on, another TIE fighter is stolen and painted, but we’ll eventually get to that episode.) They receive instructions to a landing point.

Ezra sees smoke in the distance, and instead of helping Zeb get to the agreed rendezvous point, they make a detour to help a neighbor in need. “Friends of my parents,” he says.

Ezra drops onto a transport, and frees his parents’ friends with the Force.

Ezra thanks Zeb for saving him. Zeb points to a helmet inside the TIE, and asks, “You collect these, right?” Ezra says, “Already have that one. But, this is a nice one. Besides, maybe I can get Sabine to paint it for me. So, thanks.” (Again, foreshadowing to when Sabine actually paints a helmet for him a year or two later…)

Ezra and Zeb are in good spirits, having more or less made peace with each other. Turns out Hera’s trip for them was for them to learn to get along.

They make their way up the Ghost and down its hallway, and arrive at their shared room. The door opens, and Sabine, of all people, is inside, having just finished redecorating. Curious, Ezra asks, “Uh, finished with what, Sabine?” She says, “Thought it was a moment that needed to be immortalized.” Ezra looks confused as he stares up at Sabine’s handiwork, but she says, “and you did say you wanted to be my inspiration.” Ezra responds, “Yeah, but that makes me look like a fool.” Zeb agrees that the same sentiment also applies to him. Sabine shrugs. “I paint what I see,” she says.

Apparently not over their pseudo-feud with Chopper, Ezra and Zeb chase after the droid. Sabine steps out and watches after them, amused.

[fictionkinfessions]

If you're out there Ghost Crew, I miss you!

Hera, you were always there for me when I needed you, and your advice still helps me navigate life even now. Thank you for always being the calm in the storm.

Kanan, you were an amazing mentor, even when you doubted yourself, please know that you never ever failed me, and I hope you can forgive me for failing you.

Sabine, your everlasting support means everything to me, I will always be grateful for the times you spent teaching me how to draw, and for sticking by my side when I was grieving.

Zeb, thank you for looking out for me in your own tough-love way, even if we argued a lot i hope you know you'll always be family.

And Chopper, I miss all your weird antics, even if you were an absolute menace doing it, never change

I love all of you, may you be at peace wherever you are, and may the force be with you

- Ezra Bridger (Star Wars Rebels)

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[aeon2407]

WIP Snippet #2: The Terran War

My first attempt at a Star Wars fic after rewatching Rebels, about a year or so ago.

A very, VERY bleak and brutal perspective of how our society would deal with an alien invasion.

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Chopper Base, Atollon, Dominus Sector, Outer Rim

Hera was sitting in the Ghost’s cockpit with Chopper, watching Ezra spar with Kanan outside, practicing what she recognized as Kanan’s favored Form III. Sabine and Zeb were throwing playful jabs at Ezra’s expense from the side, more Zeb than Sabine. Hera smiled at their familiar antics as she waited on a full system diagnosis. It had only been a few days since her last check, but the Empire had been suspiciously quiet lately and Hera felt like something big is about to happen. The last thing she wanted was for her turrets or engines to malfunction in the middle of a firefight. That had happened once, before she met Kanan, and Hera strived to make sure that it was the only time.

‘Ghost Crew, report to the Command Center immediately’, Commander Sato’s voice blared through the comm unit on her hip. A glance out the viewport told her that her crew also got the call. “Stay here Chopper”, she told the orange astromech, who complained extensively about the order but begrudgingly stayed behind, before heading towards Commander Sato. She noticed that Ahsoka was there, along with Rex, who was scowling at her, and Fenn Rau, who was uncharacteristically disturbed. Something was wrong alright.

“What’s going on?” she heard Kanan asked as her crew converged around the holotable. Rex turned to him, visibly upset.

“Nothing, just one of the worst plans in Galactic history”, he replied angrily, shooting a glare towards Ahsoka, who only sighed and rubbed her eyes.

“I get why you’re mad, Rex. Really, I do. But this would give us an edge that we desperately need”, she reasoned, which softened him up somewhat.

“I understand desperation, Ahsoka. Trust me, I do. But there are better ways to fight this war than asking the Terrans for help”

“Woah woah woah, time out”, Sabine interrupted. “The Terrans? As in Terra? In the Sol System?” she asked incredulously. “You’re looking for their help?”

Hera was as shocked as her. The Sol System was far away from the rest of the galaxy. The closest major planet just so happened to be Ryloth, but even from there it would take the Ghost seven days in the Corellian Run to reach Terra. Even though the Empire tried to cover it up, a lot of people knew what happened on that planet. The infamous Terran War.

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It was after the fallout of Order 66 had mostly passed and most signs of sedition across the galaxy had been crushed that the Empire decided to send probes into wild space in search of new conquest opportunities. Planets such as Malagarr, Lwhekk, and Kinooine fell swiftly and firmly into Imperial rule, either through surrender or by force, but it was during the invasion into Lamaredd that a Star Destroyer picked up distant signals further out. A probe confirmed that there was a planet in a single-star system, nearly 800,000 parsecs away, containing a moderately developed civilization and intriguing resources.

The Emperor agreed to deploy two Imperial-class Star Destroyers and six Quasar Fire-class carriers, or light carriers as they were more commonly known, along with the corresponding number of stormtroopers and TIE fighters around Terra’s orbit. It was a stroke of coincidence that spoken Galactic Basic was identical to English, even the Aurebesh alphabet was extremely similar to the English one. All twenty-six characters and ten numbers have a direct substitute, with only twenty-two extra characters and symbols from Aurebesh that were easy enough to decipher, so there was no language barrier. How was that tidbit discovered?

Well, the two Admirals present, confident in their military power to the point of arrogance, sent a planet-wide signal containing a message stating who they were, how they represented the Galactic Empire, and finally that they would wait one day for messages of surrender to arrive before they open fire upon the planet.

Within six hours, every government, save for North Korea, had casted aside their rivalries and differences and repurposed the United Nations into the High Government of Terra, putting various head of states in charge of the entire planet. Within eight hours, every special operations branch under the sun was standing by to lead the entirety of Terra’s military might against the Empire and defend their freedom, having been instructed to disregard the Geneva Convention in its entirety. Four hours later, the entire Kim family and most high-ranking North Korean officials were assassinated by unknown parties, making South Korea, now the Republic of Korea, a nuclear superpower.

Fourteen hours after the ultimatum was given, two nuclear warheads, hidden amongst a cluster of ICBM missiles, made contact with the Vanguard.

The five-year Terran War began from there.

The Vanguard itself disintegrated. As it turns out, tritium is very effective when it comes to breaching deflector shields. The other Star Destroyer, the Tyrant, immediately deployed multiple squadrons of TIE fighters and three carriers-worth of stormtroopers to engage in ground-level combat.

Once they breached the upper atmosphere, it was too close to the surface to utilize nuclear warfare, so SAMs were used to intercept the carriers, acting as a battering ram against their shields, while F-22s, J-20s, Rafales, F-18s, J-31s, Typhoons, Su-57s, and all three types of F-35s engaged in dogfighting with TIEs in lower atmosphere.

With complete technological inferiority, it took Terra a combination of jets, SHORAD systems, and HIMAD systems just to keep the fight for aerial control plausible. Missiles struggled to lock onto the smaller and more agile TIE fighters, although once it locked that TIE was as good as dead due to a lack of countermeasures. Guns, on the other hand, found themselves extremely useful against the standardized titanium hull, with 30mm ammunition achieving full penetration with only two or three strafes. After the first year, every Terran jet being utilized were revamped for exospheric warfare and equipped with guns capable of shooting .50cal rounds, along with a significantly higher mag capacity, making the TIE fighters even more fragile, which evened out the skies a little.

On the ground, however, stormtroopers flooded every major city in the world, only to find that their training was no match for Terra’s extensive and bloody history of warfare. Their best detachments were easy prey for Spec Ops units, and even normal infantry platoons were more than sufficient to counter the average stormtrooper. It got even worse when Imperial ground forces discovered the hard way that slugs like the .223 Remington could tear through plastoid like paper. From there a combination of surprise raids and urban warfare thinned the herd of stormtroopers down like weeds.

Another thing the Empire discovered the hard way was that if there was one thing the Terrans knew how to do, it was finding creative and gruesome ways to kill. America opted to airstrike Imperial bases, Vietnam resurrected the art of guerrilla warfare, several countries deployed sarin, ricin and various other toxins into occupied enemy territory. All in all, by the second week, every stormtrooper not within the security detail on the Tyrant was required on the surface. After the first month, the Tyrant had to call for reinforcements in the form of five additional platoons of troops. By the sixth month, hearing the word ‘Terra’ from their CO was a stormtrooper’s worst nightmare. It was only through a combination of air superiority and orbital bombing did the ground forces stand a chance, but even then surface combat was a nightmarish affair for Imperial troops.

After about a month, Fleet Admiral Matthew McCallan, Chairman of the JCS and former DEVGRU Commanding Officer, proposed an engagement in psychological warfare to the High Government and received a majority vote of approval. After that, everywhere stormtroopers went, they saw the mutilated corpses of their fellow soldiers. Severed heads on spikes in the desert, headless bodies hanging from tropical trees, corpses riddled with bullets crucified onto the walls of abandoned buildings for all to see. Messages drawn from the excess blood, the Imperial symbol with bloody handprints smearing it away, appeared nearby. These psychological tactics persisted throughout the war.

Four years into the war, one certain event changed the course of aerial combat. In the past, whenever a TIE fighter was shot down, it would crash land and explode upon impact with the ground. However, on October 4th, 2026, Lieutenant Commander Jackson “Hellhound” McCallan, TOPGUN graduate and Admiral McCallan’s flying ace of a middle child, finessed a shot from his F-35 into a TIE’s engine in such a way that forced the aircraft to glide down for a minimal damage landing instead of the usual crash landing and explosion. This allowed Terran forces to collect both tech and intel from the fighter.

Suddenly, Terran jets have blasters and are capable of extraorbital combat, significant increases in speed and maneuverability, along with backup repulsor engines and repulsor landing systems. Jackson himself was awarded the rank of Captain, given an F-22 by the Air Force, and proceeded to achieve this feat six more times, along with dozens of confirmed aerial takedowns.

Halfway through the fifth year, both sides had sustained billions in combined casualties. The population of Terra had gone from eight billion to four. The Empire had lost around a billion stormtroopers, including millions of SCAR Troopers and Storm Commandos. The cost of sustaining the war had outweighed the benefits that Terra as a planet had to offer. A last-ditch effort to force a surrender saw one extremely loyal TIE pilot weave past air defenses and crashed herself, along with the two proton bombs aboard, into the Pentagon, which at the time contained the Terra Military Command Center.

This suicide dive disintegrated the entire building, killing almost every general officer commanding the planet at the time, including Fleet Admiral McCallan. With his distinguished and highly decorated career, Jackson was given an emergency brevet directly to Fleet Admiral and was one of the representatives who accepted the Empire’s surrender a mere two months later. Afterwards, as the High Government declared peacetime and decided to let all countries retain their sovereignty while acting more as a senatorial government, he was given a permanent promotion to Rear Admiral and proceeded to assume command of NAS North Island, then later became a Vice Admiral during his time as JSOC Commander.

After his time there ended, instead of being demoted, Jackson was instead promoted to a four-star when he was appointed COMPACFLT. He kept up his flight proficiency by frequently participating in exercises with a selective squadron of pilots under his command, all of whom comprised his project: VFA-253, the first F-22 VFA in Naval history, nicknamed the Icy Raptors. He pushed them into becoming one of the best Strike Fighter Squadrons in Navy history, and that Squadron was inducted into USSOCOM before long and eventually into JSOC as a Tier One special operations unit by his succeeding JSOC Commander. They were officially renamed to Special Operations Aerial Detachment or SOPAD, colloquially known within JSOC as Strike Wing One, the Navy’s aviation equivalent of DEVGRU.

Terra, as a planet, became a safe haven for outlaws and fugitives as the only known planet completely free of Imperial influence. Over time, it evolved into a trading hub for various different factions, trading goods and services in a peace enforced by well-trained soldiers carrying slugthrowers, which also meant that the Terran government could tax the kriff out of those trades. Weed and narcotics became popular with many different planets, especially the Hutts, while Terran booze was a sought-after delicacy that traded at exorbitant prices. Aurebesh became the universal language, and Imperial credits exchanged 1:4 with the Euro. The planet prospered even more when people started taking an interest in Terra’s diverse ecosystems, and tourism soon became the planet’s main source of income.

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It had been just over a decade since the Empire retreated from Terra, and by principle they don’t have a presence there at all save for an aquatic outpost to act as an embassy. But Hera would be foolish to take that as a fact. There was a reason why so few rebel cells chose Terra as a base, besides the long commute with the rest of the galaxy.

“I’ve been in contact with someone within Terran military”, Ahsoka explained. “They said that they’re part of a group of elite pilots that might be able to help the rebellion, but they’d need to be convinced. Hera, given that you’re the best pilot we have, I think you’re the most suitable person for this job”

Usually, Hera would jump at any good chance to give the burgeoning Resistance an edge against the Empire. But Terra was infamous for its brutality in combat, doing everything imaginable to not only emerge from a confrontation alive and victorious, but cripple their enemies’ morale and conviction in the process. Hera was already an adult, flying the Ghost across the galaxy when the Empire retreated, and as such she’d seen the holovids sent back from Terra. There were things in those vids that would make even a Mandalorian flinch. She actually vomited when holovids of female Imperials in captivity was leaked onto the net. There truly were fates worse than death.

She didn’t want the Resistance associated with any of that, even if the rest of the galaxy had decided to turn a blind eye towards the planet’s actions from the war, justifying it as the desperate acts of a desperate people to avoid extinction.

[direwolfrules]

Star Wars As Star Trek AU: More Stuff

The Federation Timeship Ghost- In Voyager there was the Timeship Aeon which tried really hard to stop Janeway from fucking up the timeline. So, because I want Rebels in here somewhere, there’s the Timeship Ghost.

Captain Hera Syndulla, Commander Kanan Jarrus, Lieutenant Commanders Garazeb Orrelios and C1-10P, Lieutenant Sabine Wren, and Lieutenant Jr Grade Ezra Bridger. Sometimes they’re accompanied by Starfleet Temporal Intelligence Agent Alexsander Kallus. Even more rarely they’re accompanied by Kallus’s boss, a Togruta woman who they only know as Fulcrum.

In this AU Starfleet’s Temporal Division likes to recruit people who won’t be missed by the time stream. Transporter clones, spacial scission duplicates, people from branch timelines that are about to collapse. Folks with nothing to lose and a willingness to spend vast quantities of time in a space outside of it.

Hera and Chopper are from a paradoxical future that never happened, Kanan’s a spacial scission duplicate of a future Starfleet Commander, Sabine’s from a paradoxical future of the Mirrorverse, Zeb’s a survivor of a genocide that never happened, and Ezra’s a transporter clone. No one knows what Kallus’s deal is, and everyone’s afraid to ask about Fulcrum.

I feel like I should have mentioned this earlier but in this AU everyone’s aged up a bit to make military positions make sense, so Sabine and Ezra are in their twenties.

Hera’s future involves President Palpatine successfully destroying the moral fiber of the Federation through facism, turning it into the Zhell Imperium. It’s a paradoxical timeline, and before they collapse it the Starfleet team recruits her and Chopper because they seem competent.

Kanan’s from the future of the main timeline, where Starfleet Commander Caleb Dume’s away team’s shuttle runs into a subspace divergence field. Every particle of matter gets cloned, but winds up occupying the same space and tearing each other apart. Caleb and Kanan have the same solution to the problem, but Kanan’s ship takes too much damage. Right before he can go the way of the rest of his crew, Kanan’s rescued from the wreck by Hera.

Sabine’s Mirrorverse timeline was influenced by interaction with Hera’s timeline. When Hera’s timeline was being collapsed, hers was going to as well. Hera felt bad for the then teenager and brought her with.

Ezra’s a transporter clone of a Starfleet Cadet. Cadet Bridger died due to an emergency transporter malfunction, and our Ezra would have as well, but Kanan swooped in and grabbed him. He took one look at this small stranger with the perfect recipe for an identity crisis and went “he just like me”.

Zeb’s a survivor of the brutal genocide of the Lasat people. It’s just, thanks to the actions of a different Timeship, the genocide never happened. Zeb needs intense amounts of therapy, and for some reason Kallus avoids him, but eh.

Kallus participated in the Lasat genocide, which is not a good thing. He got his redemption arc in that timeline but like, he hears Zeb talk about stuff like that and oh, well then. Fuck. Therapy is needed.

Fulcrum is Ahsoka from that same Dark future as Hera, and she’s got all that delicious trauma from watching one of her older brothers turn full facist, the other one collapse into a grief ridden mess, and all the clones lose their free will.

I have ideas for antics between them all and their interactions with the Resolute, but nothing formed enough to write down yet. I also only have vague ideas on their positions on ship beyond Hera and Kanan.

Skeevy Sheev- So, in this AU President Palpatine isn’t the original Palpatine. He’s the Palpatine from the Mirror Universe Zhell Imperium. He never managed to overthrow that filthy alien who dared claim to be Emperor over the glorious humans, Hego Damask. In the wake of a failed assassination attempt against Emperor Damask, Sheevy ran right into a spacial anomaly the same time his Main Universe self did and they did a little swap.

Now Palpy has an over complicated plan to twist The Federation into a new Zhell Imperium, with him on top. The sad thing? It just might work.

Coruscant- The planet plays the same role as Earth does in Trek, site of the Federation Government and Starfleet Headquarters. It’s still an ecumenopolis, but there’s more parks and stuff and the lower levels are actually capable of sustaining life. Star Trek vibes, can’t be the closest thing to a Utopian future if your capital planet is literally a metaphor for political corruption.

The Senate Dome is now where the Federation Council meets. The Jedi temple is now Starfleet HQ and the Academy. The temple now has large outer gardens that are open to the public, and includes a plaque congratulating Captain Kenobi’s class for beating the impossible test (Siri didn’t like losing and Quinlan was left without responsible adult supervision, hacking ensued).

99 is Boothby. The kindly gardener (maintainance guy) who gives cadets advice and believe in them more than they believe in themselves? Yeah, there’s no other role for 99. Hell, throw the Dominoes in there while we’re at it. Can’t have 99 without the Dominoes.

[calebdumes]

this has been living in my head rent free for the past few days so now i'm subjecting y'all to it.

fandom: star wars rebels

relationship: kanan jarrus/hera syndulla

rating: t (for language)

word count: 895

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Hera was still awake when Kanan got home from work, if the flickering blue light from the living room was any indication. Kanan quietly dropped his keys on the kitchen table and toed his shoes off, kicking the heavy boots towards the garage door. He knew she would yell at him in the morning for leaving a mess but he was tired and the proper placement of footwear was not high on this list of priorities.

Kanan pulled his hair free as he walked into the living room, running his fingers through the strands to ease the pressure on his scalp. It had been a long shift-courtesy of one annoying red head- and he was grateful to be home. Logically he knew he'd have to do it all over again tomorrow but he'd deal with that when the time came. Right now he wanted to kiss his wife, take a shower (with said wife), and then pass the fuck out (also with said wife).

Said wife was dozing on the couch as he entered the room, her legs kicked up on the plush cushions, her eyes half lidded, and Chopper curled up like a little orange ball on her chest. A muted episode of Halloween Wars was playing on the tv but based on Hera's blank expression, she wasn't really watching it. Kanan sat down on the coffee table, blocking her view. It took her a few moments to register his presence but when she did, a brilliant -albeit sleepy- smile broke out across her face.

“Hey,” she said, sitting up a little. Chopper let out a hiss of annoyance at the disturbance and cracked open an eye. Kanan looked down at the cantankerous cat with an arched brow briefly before returning Hera's smile.

“Hi,” he responded. He leaned forward to kiss her but his lips never made contact. Instead he felt Chopper's furry paw and the sharp prick of his claws against his skin. Confused, Kanan sat back with a frown, watching as Chopper yawed, displaying a mouthful of teeth. He tried again, leaning towards Hera, only to get the same reaction.

“What the hell Chopper?” Kanan said to the cat.

He tried once more but like the first two times before, the cat stopped his advances.

“Looks like you don't get any kisses.” Hera chuckled, amused. She scratched gently behind Chopper's pointed ears, the menace of an animal purring loudly. Not finding the cat's antics as humorous, Kanan picked him up, ignoring how his sharp little teeth dug into his skin and placed him unceremoniously on the floor. Chopper hissed, arching his back before trotting away. Kanan watched the cat go before turning to face Hera. “You know he’s going to poop in your shoes right?” she said.

Kanan sighed, resigned. “Yeah, I know.” He’d just add it to his list of things to worry about. Tomorrow. Now that the cat was out of the equation, Kanan placed his hand on the side of Hera’s cheek and kissed her.

“Rough night?” she asked when they broke apart a few moments later.

“Just long,” he said through a yawn. “How was your evening?”

“Same old, same old. Sabine's derby match was moved to next Wednesday and Zeb said he'd take the kids Friday so we can have date night.” Kanan hummed in response, already feeling his eyelids start to droop. He felt Hera brush a thumb over his cheek before her lips were kissing him softly. “C'mon love, let's get you to bed.”

“Gotta shower.” he mumbled. Hera grabbed his chin lightly, tilting his head side to side. He cracked open an eye to see her gazing at him full of warmth. The green silk of her bonnet glowed in the dim lighting, a few wayward coils of dark hair sticking out from underneath the fabric. She was beautiful, even half asleep and covered in cat hair.

“I think you can skip one tonight.” she decided, still holding onto his chin. “Did Skelly spill any drinks on you?”

“Only two beers.”

“Well, it's not like you'll be wearing those clothes to bed anyways.” she shrugged, pushing herself to her feet.

“Oh yeah and what will I be wearing?” Heat curled in his belly but if he was being honest, he didn't think he had the energy for anything tonight.

“Easy there cowboy.” Hera patted his cheek. “You need sleep.”

“Aye Captain.” he agreed, standing. He stretched his arms up over his head, feeling his spine pop. Hera tisked and reached for the remote, shutting off the tv before grabbing his hand. He followed her willingly as she pulled him towards the stairs. Kanan stopped before they reached them, tugging on her arm. Hera turned with a puzzled look on her face, her green eyes glinting in the darkness. He brought her hand to his mouth and kissed her knuckles softly.

“I love you, cara mia.” he whispered against her skin.

Hera pulled him closer until their foreheads were touching. “I love you, mon cher.” she replied before kissing him. From the top of the stairs, Chopper yowled. Kanan raised his middle finger, kissing Hera harder.

“Now he really is going to take a shit in your shoes.” she laughed, bumping her nose against his.

“It was worth it.” he said, following her up to their bedroom. That was something he would worry about tomorrow.

[sunnymiles]

Hi! Please 34 & 35 Kanera 🙂

Thank you!

hello!! thank you for the prompt! first time writing them so hope this is alright🤗 this is during the episode where hera's fighter gets damaged and she's injured.

34. "sorry, i can't see facts through all of my fury"

35. "do you ever stop and think about me?"

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She’s so still.

The bandages are wrapped along her body, stifling the energy she usually hums with. The drive.

Kanan knows, logically, their purpose is to help, but it feels like they’re suffocating the life out of her.

Because Hera’s always moving.

She’s constantly planning their missions, running to assist the crew, being a parental figure (and a damn good one).

Even when she’s busy, she’s present.

A smirk at Chopper’s antics, a groan while Ezra and Zeb fight, or his personal favorite, the smile she exclusively reserves for his poor flirting attempts.

She’s never still. Not like this.

It’s not like they’ve never dealt with injuries, it’s a given in their line of work.  But, he hardly ever worries about her in the sky. Doesn't think to. Hera belongs there, it’s in her blood.

In her being.

So when Sabine had commed with the news, when the smoking remnants of the fighter had come into view, he had panicked.

His mind had thrum with a litany of worst-case scenarios, she couldn't be dead, and Kanan felt true fear lick up his spine.

He'd pushed Zeb bodily out of the way, ignoring the faint protest. Tunnel vision took over, there was no time for Ezra's questions, there was only Hera.

And so, Kanan ran to medical. Yelled at the techs, ordered the droids to be ready. He was not losing her.

Kanan doesn't like to think about what he would do if she were gone.

Hera makes him a better person, pushes his past behind him, and gives him a purpose.

At one time, he'd thought Caleb Dume would be the only good in himself. The only pure part of his soul to offer the universe. That Kanan Jarrus was meant to be a permanent fixture in a tavern, drowning in old sorrows and loss.

Hera had helped him. Rescued him from himself, shown him how to be better.

Kanan likes to think even without her, he could live up to her example. But, he doesn't know.

Running his hands over her arms, she's alive, listening to the steady pound of her heart rate, she's alive, Kanan hopes he never has to find out.

[followtheowls]

Kids throw Kanera surprise date night

Thanks for the prompt :) 

I actually really love this prompt because it reminded me of a Tik Tok I recently watched lol and that inspired the path I took this fic. Re-reading it through after writing it, Sabine and Ezra do kinda seem childish, but roll with it because the concept is super cute.

Also it’s kinda fitting a prompt with Valentine’s day coming up.

I imagine it’s set somewhere in the second half of season one.

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Ezra sank heavily into the Dejarik booth in the gallery, his eyes tracking the game currently being played between Sabine and Chopper. Sabine was staring intently at the holo-pieces in front of her and didn’t even look up when he sat down. The sounds of Hera and Kanans argument rang down the hall. It didn’t sound like anything too serious, but it was definitely strange to see the couple arguing - it wasn’t something Ezra had witnessed before that day. Despite just having sat down, Ezra fidgeted nervously, the fact that his Captain and his Master were arguing made him feel on edge. 

He’d only been on the Ghost for a few months, but Ezra had gotten used to the lifestyle of his new living situation. He never went to bed hungry, the Ghost had heating, and he had access to regular showers with hot water. The best part of it all was the place he had found for himself in their little family on the Ghost. Ezra jumped, startled out of his thoughts as a particularly loud “Kanan!” echoed down the hall and into the gallery. His frown deepened. He knew how these things went - the two leaders of a group fight and the group ends up splitting up because the rest are forced to take sides. Ezra had seen it before on the streets with gangs of other Loth rats. Another pang of unhappiness rang through him. He’d just gotten used to being onboard and he was finally happy - happier than he had remembered being in a long time - why did things have to go wrong now?

“You okay, kid?” Ezra looked over to Sabine, who had been distracted from her intense game of Dejarik, and was staring at Ezra in mild concern. “You kinda look like you’re freaking out about something.”

Ezra rolled his eyes in annoyance at her usage of the nickname kid (Sabine was barely two years older than him!), and forced a smile. “I’m not freaking out about anything! It’s just, well,” Ezra floundered, struggling to come up with the right way to phrase his concern without revealing too much. “Uh, have they ever fought like this before?” Ezra finished timidly.

“Who? Oh, wait, do you mean Kanan and Hera? Do they fight? Is that what you’re worried about?” She clarified, inquisitively. At Ezra’s nod she continued, “Don’t think too much about it; they argue every once in a while. They get over it eventually, I think some people call it a, uh, lovers quarrel?” She snickered and Chopper emitted a loud beep of laughter. “They just need some time together that's not about missions or supply runs or anything too serious.”

Ezra visibly relaxed at Sabine’s words. “Oh. I guess that makes sense.” His eyes clouded as a thoughtful expression appeared on his face. 

“Uh, oh,” Sabine chuckled. “What are you up to?”

Ezra’s face broke into a large grin. “I have an idea,” he started, “and you can help.”

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“Come on, let’s get the supplies inside,” Hera ordered, while shifting her grip on the package in her hands. “I wonder what the kids have gotten up to while we were out.”

Kanan huffed. “Probably nothing good,” he muttered. “I don’t know how they get into the situations they do. Force only knows how they survived before we came along.”

Hera smirked and playfully retorted, while poking him in the shoulder. “Some might say they get their troublesome streak from you.”

Kanan chuckled dryly and rolled his eyes. “Well, I guess I’d have to disagree with you there, Captain Rebel. I’d say they take after you and your wild antics.”

Hera playfully turned her nose upwards feigning an air of innocence. “I have no idea what you’re referring to Mister I-like-to-jump-out-the-Phantom-midflight-and-have-my-apprentice-follow-my-lead.” 

Kanan just snorted humorously in response while making his way up the ramp of the Ghost. They both set down their crates in the cargo bay and looked up to see the twin Cheshire grins aimed at them from the two youngest members of the crew. The older Jedi and the pilot exchanged wary glances with each other. “What have you two done?” Hera asked with a brow raised and a tone that indicated a fair amount of suspicion.

“Oh, nothing to worry about,” Sabine replied, sporting a cheeky smile, while Ezra beside her was seemingly vibrating with excitement. “Just a few decorations, why don’t you come see.” Ezra nodded enthusiastically, and giggled while racing up the ladder before the rest of them.

Kanan and Hera exchanged another glance, both sporting cautious smiles, before following the two teens up the ladder and Sabine ushered them into the gallery. What greeted them was a scene that they never would have predicted. The gallery was decorated in a romantic fashion - Hera assumed this was mostly Sabine’s doing. There were two sets of silverware and glasses on the Dejarik table and a bunch of lit candles in various parts of the room. There were also decorative hearts and flowers made of flimsi strewn throughout the room. 

Once again, the couple stared at each other, this time bewildered instead of suspicious. Whatever they were expecting, this was not it. Ezra returned again with what looked like a thick piece of fabric or ribbon tied around his collar like a bow tie. He giggled again and started to lead Hera to her seat while Sabine pushed Kanan towards the opposite seat. “Kids - what? What is this?” Hera questioned. 

Sabine replied with an everlasting grin. “Welcome to date night on the Ghost, we will be your hosts for the evening! Thank you for choosing us, please settle in and get comfortable. My colleague Ezra will take it from here!” And at that she disappeared out the door, heading in the direction of the kitchen. Ezra stepped forward with two pieces of flimsi that he placed in front of the seated couple. 

“Here is the menu,” Ezra said playfully, putting on a posh accent. “Let me know if there's any questions! First off, what would the both of you like to drink?”

Kanan’s eyes crinkled with amusement and affection and a smile tugged at his lips. “We’ll take some water, and I don’t know… Hmm…” He said, playing along. “How about you surprise us? Sounds good, Hera?”

Hera hid her smile with her hand. “Of course, love. Surprise us with your best drink.” Ezra nodded vigorously, and made a big show of writing something down on a notepad. He then bounded off in the same direction Sabine disappeared to, but not before bowing in an exaggeratedly. 

The couple turned back to face one another and there was silence for several moments until Hera exclaimed, “Oh. My. Goodness. This has to be the most adorable thing they’ve ever done!” She tried to make sure her laughter was not too loud or giving the kids the wrong idea. Kanan echoed her reaction, his shoulders shaking with his suppressed chuckles.

“Let’s see what menu they’ve worked up for us in the meantime,” Kanan proposed, still sporting an amused grin. “By the way,” Kanan leaned in to whisper to her, “did you see his little bow-tie?” Hera hummed and nodded, her attention diverted to the menu.

The menu itself was handwritten (presumably by Ezra if the handwriting and spelling were any kind of indicator) and was comically short, provoking another round of amusement from the two. There, apparently, was going to be three courses. The first course was, hilariously, a choice between the four different flavors of ration bars they had on ship. The second course was a selection between the two different types of canned soups they had one board far back in the pantry. The dessert section announced it would be a chefs special, but didn’t list the item.

After only moments of deliberation, the two had made their selections, just in time for the return of the ‘waitstaff’. Giggling, Ezra stepped forward holding two glasses of water, in his excitement a little sloshed over the side. He set them down in front of the pair, and stepped out of the way while Sabine brought over two champagne flutes filled with a sparkling pinkish-purple beverage.

“Ooh,” Hera commented, “What’s this pretty drink?” 

The kids met each other's gaze, and Sabine replied, “It’s our signature drink, we call it ‘the Sparkling Spectre’.” Ezra giggled and clapped his hands. “It’s really just meiloorun and jogan juice mixed with Alderaanian champagne.”

Now that made Hera strike a serious face and she opened her mouth to inquire for further explanation. “And, how, may I ask, did you acquire the champagne?” She doubted they had gotten it themselves, no vendor would believe either of them to be over the legal age. 

Breaking character for a moment, Ezra explained Zeb had generously offered up the bottle, which he had received as a gift a while ago, claiming it to be too bubbly for his liking. At that response, Hera relaxed. 

“Well, I will leave you with my colleague, as I must be returning to my kitchen.”

Ezra stepped forward, again putting on a posh accent and asked if they were ready to place their order. They responded affirmatively, and relayed their orders to him. “Very well, I will inform the kitchen,” Ezra confirmed. “Before I go, are your beverages to your liking?” The both of them sipped their drink and responded affirmatively.

Kanan and Hera watched, not quite suppressing their amusement, as Ezra scurried out of the room towards the kitchen to tell Sabine what they had ordered. On his way out, he passed Chopper, giving him a swift kick and ordering him to play the music Sabine had found. Chopper replied he would do no such thing, but remained in the room. Hera covered her smile with her hand and giggled. “I wonder what brought this on?” She asked Kanan. He just smiled and shrugged his shoulders.

“Eh, I can never tell with that kid. It sure is funny though - and nice to not have to have to organize dinner, even if the dinner’s going to be ration bars and canned soup.” Kanan replied, his eyes twinkling in amusement.

Chopper once again made his presence known with a loud string of beeps. “Baby Jedi’s scared that Mom’s gonna break up with you, so he and Spectre 5 are making a date to offset that outcome.” Kanan and Hera looked at each other in bewilderment, both of them clearly wondering where Ezra got that idea from.

“Well, obviously that’s not true. I wonder where he got that idea from?” Hera contemplated for a moment before realization dawned on her face.“He must’ve been spooked by how we were arguing earlier. We’ll clear it up - he’ll be fine. You hear that Chop? No one’s breaking up with anyone!”

Chopper responded with a curse, and fled the room whooping with laughter, but not before beeping “A droid can only dream!” at Kanan, who rolled his eyes. 

Several minutes of pleasant conversation followed until their youngest crew member returned with a tray in his hand. “For you, Madame, and for you, Master Jedi.” He placed the ration bars in front of them, and backed away heading towards the kitchen.

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Around thirty minutes of warm and pleasant conversation and two courses later, the Twi’lek and Jedi had finished both their ration bars and soup. “Delicious, Ezra,” Hera praised, purposefully holding Kanan’s hand in a visible manner; she wanted to try to ease his worries about the couple. “We loved it!”

“You did good, kid,” Kanan smiled at him, picking up on Hera’s intentions. “It’s been an excellent date.” His body language was relaxed in a way Hera hadn’t seen in a while, he’d had a tenseness to him ever since he began to teach Ezra the ways of the Force; it was almost as if he struggled to relax lately and sometimes the evidence of the heaviness of his past weighed down on him. But, right now, Kanan was grinning happily while looking at his student, his eyes twinkling in a prideful expression that Hera noticed was often inching everyday towards paternal.

Ezra beamed in response. “That’s great, and there’s still the last course!” He took away their finished soup bowls, headed back towards the kitchen. From the gallery, they could hear Ezra relay their compliments of the meal to Sabine and, seconds later, the cheering and slapping sound which presumably was a high five. The couple now also heard the addition of a new voice echoing down the hall - Zeb. They were thankful to hear his voice, as neither teenager had any cooking skills.

Dessert finally arrived along with the rest of the crew, this time Zeb finally making an appearance. He presented them with their dessert - a stack of fresh waffles with slices of meiloorun and whipped cream - it was clearly made by Zeb as he was the only one with the necessary skills to make it. 

Hera gasped with appreciation, clapping her hands together in praise. “Wow, this looks amazing everybody! I can’t wait to try it. While you're all here, we just want to say how much we appreciate this. We love it and we love our little family here on the Ghost.” Spectres 4, 5, and 6 smiled back at them, and Hera gracefully chose not to comment if Ezra’s eyes happened to glisen more than normal. “You all are so important to us, really!”

Zeb laughed and scratched the back of his neck. “Eh, that’s enough sappiness for me, I’m going to go clean the mess they left in the kitchen.” He backed, away leaving the kids with the parental figures of the ship.

“Hera’s right,” Kanan continued. “We couldn’t have asked for a better family, kids who care enough to organize a whole dinner for the two of us. We love it and wouldn’t change it for anything in the galaxy.” His words clearly resonated with the two teenagers, both coming from sensitive familial backgrounds. He opened his arms, inviting them both in for a hug, which Ezra practically melted into. To his left, Sabine was hugging Hera.

“Why don’t the both of you stay while we eat dinner, hmm?” Hera asked, reaching across the table to grasp Ezra’s hand. The two teens nodded and settled in beside the adults who began to dig into their dessert. They chatted joyfully with the young teens, enjoying the leisure time. Kanan wrapped an arm around Ezra’s shoulders, and the teen eventually leaned his head against Kanan’s arm. For what felt like the thousandth time that day, Kanan’s heart fluttered with affection and gratefulness for the family he and Hera had built, and the home they have been able to provide for the younger members of the crew, both of whom were products of difficult living situations. Kanan met Hera’s eyes for a brief moment and knew she was appreciating the same thing. Together, they basked in the intense sense of pride for the thoughtfulness and creativity of their younger counterparts, knowing that their family, in that moment, was untouchable by those of the Empire who wished to break them.

[lothpup]

Well it’s been a hot minute since I’ve actually written any fic, let alone posted it so I’m a little like !!! But between finishing rebels, and a pal getting a mouse, whatever this is happened! It was fun to write at the least! A Mischief of Mice  1214 words Kallus likes to fix up droids. The spectre kids and their big cat brother like to make terrible jokes. Mischief ensues. Below the cut, because it’s actually a little bit longer than I thought it was!

Giggling, as Alexsandr Kallus has come to find out rather swiftly, is never a good sign when one is onboard the Ghost. The sounds of the youngest spectres snickering somewhere just out of sight is far from the sweet, innocent sounds of the young ones finding joy.

He almost regrets sitting in the very corner of the main room, the cabins where the culprits are up to whatever they’re up to are working.

That giggling is a terrible omen, a harbinger of doom, the crack of thunder just before a terrible storm.

It’s particularly a bad sign when he has a so many of transport logs to finish combing through that Draven expects by morning.

Each peal of laughter only serves to heighten his dread. And perhaps the sneaking curiosity at what exactly today’s antics are that have prompted such giggling. It isn’t the most common sound, and certainly wasn’t common in all his years under the Empire.

The moment he hears the hearty gruff belly-deep chuckle of Garazeb he knows this is going to go spectacularly awful. For him most likely.

“No, we’re not done with them, and no you can’t throw them in the trash! Chopper!”

Chopper passes by very quickly, paint in a calico of colours splattered across the droid.

Following Chopper is the chorus of impending disaster.

If he weren’t so apprehensive thinking of all the potential things those loth rats were up to he’d be quite impressed with their hyena impressions.

“Hey Kallus,” Ezra emerges first, hands clasped suspiciously behind his back. Trying very hard and failing spectacularly to hide his grin.

“Whatever you lot are up to back there, I don’t want to know,” Kallus answers quickly, turning back to his datapad. And having to re-read the same line the fourth time over.

“Up to something? Us? We’re not up to something, are we Sabine?”

Sabine peeks around the corner next, not even trying to hide her smirk, “No, I don’t believe we are. We would never be up to something. Not us. Couldn’t be.”

Zeb following Ezra into the main room with his ears forward and eyes gleaming is most definitely never, ever a good sign.

“Oh look,” Zeb starts, the words clearly rehearsed. “I wonder how those mice got in here!”

Sabine scans the ship, looking at nothing in particular. “Mice? What mice–”

“Oh no! Mice, on the Ghost? What ever will we do?!” Ezra collapses back against the wall with all the dramatic grace of loth cat falling over.

Kallus is about to snap at them to knock of whatever this game is, when he hears the telltale squeak of one of his MSE droids.

Although, it seems to be more of an actual mouse now.

The brown-white-and-black splashed across Chopper earlier makes more sense now. complete with felt ears, a tiny tail, and drawn on mouse-face the poor thing is no longer the burnished grey of metal but bright patches of golden brown-and-white.

The first one isn’t alone. The other two are painted one grey and the other black-and-white. The same little ears stuck on top, same little faces complete with whiskers, and the most ridiculous tail stuck to the back.

“Looks like a real mischief of mice in here,” Ezra beams, gesturing at their handiwork.

It takes a long time for him to find any words, because of any possible outcomes this wasn’t one of them. MSE droid. But now they are mice. Ordinarily anyone messing with whatever droid he’s working on would get harsh words, but then the thought occurs to him: he’s been included in their family pranks.

He’s no stranger to them, but usually as a bystander caught in the crossfire. He’s heard the infamous tale of Chopper pulling the support bolts from Ezra’s bunk, the moment painted on their cabin wall. Besides that, usually it involves someone stealing something, and ends with Chopper trying to electrocute someone else.

“What the actual kriff.”

It’s the most eloquent thing he can put together.

“Mouse? Mice? Get it?” Ezra prompts.

Sabine checks him a little harder than necessary, hissing at him that it’s not funny if he has to explain it.

“Pancake.”

It’s the spectres’ turn to look at him strangely.

“I had a pet mouse as a child. A cream mouse, named Pancake. Well, pet might be a loose term when it was more I fed this wild mouse who lived under the kitchen sink.”

Ezra hums thoughtfully, his expression flickering. “You know, you never struck me as the type for pets.”

“And that means what, exactly?” Kallus scolds himself internally at that, what’s he going to accomplish picking a fight with this child?

“It means it’s good. You aren’t completely soul-crushingly evil or anything.”  

“Ezra, has anyone told you to think before you say stupid things?” Zeb growls, knocking Ezra’s shoulder.

“Thank you, I think,” Kallus nods, still not quite sure what’s happening and why. If they were trying to annoy him off their ship, he’s more puzzled than anything.

“So you like it or not? Look, we spent way too long and I invested way too much of my good paint for you to look like a bird who hit a window. No Ezra, you can’t throw him through glass again.” Sabine stares at Kallus expectantly, one hand on her hip in a way that’s eerily similar to Hera.

He’s never going to hear the end of that.

“Yes, no, I mean- It’s very… cute.”

Sabine, seemingly happy with the reply grins. “All I needed to hear. C’mon Ezra, we better go see where Hera and Kanan snuck off to.”

The pair skip off down the ramp, Ezra’s voice carrying. “He said the word cute, are you sure this is the same guy?”

“You really had a mouse called Pancake?” Zeb snorts once the kids are gone.

“Well, I was hardly going to call him something ridiculous like Kitchen Scrub-brush was I?” The reply comes out entirely too fast, and entirely too high pitched to be composed.

“Easy tiger, ‘m not insulting your childhood mouse’s honour.”

“This is going on the list of things I’m never going to hear the end of isn’t it?”

Zeb just laughs, nudging Kallus’ shoulder, “Nope. Not a chance.”

“Fearsome warrior Kallus, and his loyal pet… Pancake the Mouse who Lives Under his Sink.”

Kallus groans, turning his head away to try hide the flush across his cheeks. “He really liked pancakes.”

“Well, you gonna name these ones after food too?” Zeb looks at the m(ou)se droids. “If not, I vote you call one Kitchen Scrub-brush. Maybe the grey one, that one looks the most ridiculous.”

If nothing, the new paint jobs prompt a lengthy and loud debate that night over what the droids are to be called between all the spectres. Chopper seems insistent on one being called words Kallus isn’t sure even teenagers should be hearing. Zeb votes loudly for Kitchen Scrub-brush, and Kallus’ flustered attempts at other names only egg the spectres on.

For the first time, he doesn’t feel like he’s on the outside looking in on the family.

(And, if Kallus is able to use the distraction to get Pancake the Second from his pocket back to his quarters unnoticed, well he’s not going to complain about that either.)

[justalittletomato]

Ahhhhh!!!! Ezra is so scarred by his experiences that he needs reminders of the present he’s living in! 😩😩😩 PTSD for life!

I think what really heartbreaking is that we really don’t know what becomes of Ezra Bridger!!! ( FILONI please bring back the blueberry home)

He is not going going to be unscathed from that happened. Wild Space sounds like it does, likely requiring him to be vigilant and more so at the start considering he took Thrawn along with him.

It is likely a rocky alliance and maybe at first trying to get rid of the other. But they need the other to survive...

But the solitude? The not knowing and realization that he may never see his family again? Oh Ezra is likely beside himself at that. He knows he did the right thing. He saved everyone. He did.

But he wants to go home. He’s been here long enough. He wants to go home. He flinches at the sound of sticks breaking and readies himself for whatever is coming. It’s Thrawn who offers to take the next watch.

Ezra sleeps...or just shuts his eyes and tries to drown out the sounds.

Below is just more stuff to add to the Real blurb and Ezra’s experiences in The Unknown Regions

He dreams sometimes.

He’s back on the Ghost and just chatting away with everyone. Sabine with a new color of hair. Chopper trying to lodge off an inhibitor and Zeb annoying him.

Hera at the helm....sometimes he even pictures Kanan watching from the side a small smile on his face at their antics...

His comments sometimes chirps and a familar red face appears. “Hey Princess....”

But those are dreams and he clings to them. Sometimes he can hear Aster’s voice and he swears he feels her fingers in his hair, “I’ll see you soon.”

Soon? When was soon?

He wants to go home!

——-/

Now in the present that he has to remind himself about at times. He waved goodbye to the Ghost Crew who came to visit and smiles at the sight of young Jacen waving back with two hands.

Aster is at his side and whispers they should go back in. “He’s all tuckered out.” She refers to the baby in the sling pressed to Ezra’s chest.

She’s right, little Helios is yawning away and pouts up at him.

“Same here.” He pauses, “ Can we sleep in one your nests tonight?”

The Mandalorian Zabrak pecks his cheek, “Of course, sweetie.”

The nests help, the three of them curled up close among the soft pillows and blankets with Helios between them. Aster kisses his brow and starts to sing. A lullaby for Helios and Ezra...he hums along as Helios drifts to sleep. One last kiss pressed to his lips as he falls asleep with his family around him.

The sounds outside do not make him flinch, the sounds inside are of gentle purrs and heartbeats close to his.

He is safe and he is home...

[cl-babydew]

I just finished watching/rewatching Star Wars Rebels! And...

Soo I started this series when it first came out, but became too busy to keep up! So all I saw was the first season! So now I came back to finish what I started!

And gosh I thought I was prepared, cuz I kinda knew what was to come but...

KANANNNNNNN!!!!

EVERYTIME THEY MENTION HIM OR SOMETHING, I CRY SO MUCH! I KNEW IT WAS COMING BUT GOSH I REALLY WASNT AS PREPARED AS I THOUGHT!!

HE’S SO INCREDIBLE! GUY FOUGHT BLIND TOO! GOSH! IN MY OPINION HE’S BETTER THEN OBI!!!

HERA AND HIM WERE SO LOVLY TOGETHER! BUT HOW ON EARTH DID THEY EXACTLY HAVE A CHILD?! I SHOULDN’T BE QUESTIONING THIS BUT! HE DIED JUST A BIT AFTER SHE ADMITTED SHE LOVED HIM— I! OH WELL! THEIR CHILD IS BEAUTIFUL!😭

CAN I JUST SAY CHOPPER IS AS AMAZING AS THE DAY I LEFT HIM! X,3 He really is the cat, huh?

THE FACT THAT THERE’S A LACK OF CONTROLING/COMMUNICATING WITH ANIMALS IN THE MOVIE IS AN ISSUE! THIS IS PROBABLY THE MOST AMAZING/OP THING JEDI CAN DO, YET IN THE MOVIES IT’S LIKE DONE ONCE!

I COULDN’T HELP BUT CRY SEEING HOW MUCH EZRA IMPROVED! IT HURTS TOO! HIS VOICE EVEN GETS DEEPER!😭 LET’S BE HONEST, HE KINDA SURPASSES LUKE FOR ME! Still love his original hairstyle tho! XD

Okay so, I loved Sebean and Ezra since I first watched! And I still gosh dang do!

THE FACT THEY TEAMED THEM UP SO MUCH IN THE LAST SEASON IS WONDERFUL! THE WRITERS KNEW WHAT THEY WERE DOING!

EZRA DOESN’T EXACTLY POINT IT OUT, BUT HE BASICALLY SHOWS THAT HIM AND HER ARE CLOSE AND THAT’S WHY HE TRUST HER SO MUCH!

THE TRUST THESE TWO HAVE!

YOU CAN’T TELL ME THAT HIS FEELINGS FOR HER ARE GONE! CUZ ALL I SEE IS HIS ADMIRATION AND CARE AND LOVE FOR HER!

THE FACT SHE DIDNT KNOW WHAT HE WAS UP TO, AND DIDNT WANT HIM TO TURN HIMSELF IN DEEP DOWN! THE FACT SHE TRUST HIM SO MUCH!

GUYS! THEY ARE SO DANG GREAT TOGETHER! A MANDALORIAN AND A JEDI REALLY MAKE AN UNSTOPPABLE FORCE! (Heh...) DON’T GET ME STARTED ON THE MANDALORIAN SABER!

GOSH I WOULD BE SO ECSTATIC IF THEY BROUGHT A SERIES WITH HER AND AHSOKA TRYING TO FIND EZRA!

This series made me cry so much! I haven’t cried this much since HxH! It’s been a while!

I’m seriously gonna miss this family!

I’m really gonna miss Chopper and his funny antics! X,3

I’m really gonna miss Zeb and Ezra’s brotherly relationship!

I’m really gonna miss Mom Hera and Dad Kanan! Also their own banters!

I’m really gonna miss Sebean and her beautiful art and her ability to make an explosion beautiful!

I’m really gonna miss Ezra! Just everything about him!

I’m really gonna miss Ezra and Sebeans banters! And trust! 😭

They are like another Kanan and Hera and you can’t tell me otherwise! Cuz they are!

Goodbye again, my darlings!

May the force be with you, always!

(Actual footage of me crying my eyes out)

This’ll forever make me cry cuz Ik the context!😭

[ooops-i-arted]

Oh here's a thought: Kanan and Hera fostering some of the Yoditos.

EXPERIENCED PARENTS TO THE RESCUE

Kanan would of course know all about managing Force-sensitivity in children; even if he got Ezra as a teenager he would remember his own childhood experiences in the Jedi Temple.  And since he could actually sense their feelings through the Force, he could help Din identify and manage their needs.  In turn he could also work with the Yoditos to help them get better at communicating with Din; if they can’t speak they could use sign language to start communicating things like food, drink, toy, hug, etc.

Hera could help Din with learning to put his foot down and actually bring some much-needed firmness into his parenting style, as well as the skill to know when you gotta be more firm and when you gotta be more nurturing.  (I tend to think Din hasn’t learned that yet, given he makes the very critical mistake of rewarding Baby’s button-pushing antics with positive attention.)  Also since she’s managed the Ghost crew for so long, she could no doubt give Din excellent management tips since his crew just grew by 99.  With her help, a bedtime routine is established that is beneficial for both the Yoditos and Din.

Plus Ezra and Sabine and Zeb would be excellent aunt/uncles.  Ezra could help out with Force stuff and Din is SO relieved to see another Mandalorian even if he’s really iffy about how casual she is about the helmet thing.  Zeb is the cuddliest playground for the Yoditos and an excellent sparring partner for when Din needs a stress break.

(Also also, Din could meet Chopper and can you imagine)

[fandomsandflyingstingrays]

It’s that time of year again

Happy RebelsRemembered, everyone!! I’m no artist and I’m too afraid to share my writing, but I can offer you some mediocre headcanons to add to the flow of content and (hopefully) brighten your day. 

As a bonding exercise after Steps Into Shadow, Kanan enlisted Ezra in helping him begin to cook again. Their first attempt was a disaster that ended in them covered in flour and three different fires, but it helped mend some of the awkwardness between them

Sabine and her father both have musical skills as well as artistic ones. She doesn’t talk about it often, but Sabine adores classical music

During slow periods between missions or when things feel particularly desolate, the Ghost crew holds a prank war (inspired by the antics of Chopper, Ezra, and Zeb)

Chopper always ended up the undisputed winner, and the others often did him increasingly ridiculous favors in order to form an alliance with him

The only team ever known to beat Chopper was Ahsoka and Rex

Ezra has made at least one weird friend on pretty much every planet he’s ever visited

Some of them join the rebellion and become valuable aids to the cause

Some of them are murderous maniacs

It’s always an adventure

Speaking of Ezra’s friends, Hondo becomes That One Weird Uncle to Jacen as he gets older. He always shows up a few times a year bearing questionably acquired gifts and attempts to “bond” with Jacen (aka, trying to convince him to join the path of the pirate life)

Obviously, Hera shuts that down pretty quickly

However, the question of what life path he’s going to choose becomes increasingly stressful for Jacen over the years. Everyone around him seems to have an opinion on it, and because of this he goes through a pretty big rebellious phase in his teenagers

Eventually, this leads to some soul-searching on his part, and he ends up closer to both his parents because of it

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Femslash February 2020 - Day 6

Sparks Across the Stars–a set of non-continuous, related ficlets set over the course of Hera and Ahsoka’s relationship.

Day 6: Upside Down (prompt from @femslashfeb) Rating: G Words: 921

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The best part of returning home to the Ghost is always the greeting she gets.  Today is no exception.

“‘Soka!”

The landing ramp hasn’t even fully lowered before Jacen is charging down it, flinging himself at her knees in total confidence that she will catch him before he hits the ground.  She does, swinging the toddler up and tossing him in the air while he shrieks in delight.

“Look at you, little one,” she laughs, settling him on her hip and ruffling his green hair.  “You get a little bigger every time I see you.”

“I’m growin’,” he informs her seriously, holding a little hand up in front of her face for inspection.

“So I see.”

Hera meets them at the top of the ramp, smiling softly and shaking her head at her son’s antics.  “Welcome back, love.  I think he missed you.”

“I missed you both too.”  It’s still so new, so wonderful, everything feels shivery and warm when Ahsoka leans down for a kiss, uninterrupted by Jacen kicking his heels into her thigh in protest.

“Mama, no!  I’m talking!”

Ahsoka is the one to pull away, trailing her free hand down one of Hera’s lekku as she turns her attention back to Jacen.  “Alright, little one.  What do you want to talk about?”

Ever the storyteller, he launches into a babbled tale that Ahsoka only half understands, something involving Chopper and his Auntie Sabine.  She nods along, following Hera into the ship and clambering up the ladder one handed.  When they get to the galley, she’s surprised to see that not only is there caf already brewing, but Hera dug out the spiced cream that only Ahsoka really likes.

“How did you know I was coming?”  She asks quietly over Jacen’s continued chatter, wincing apologetically when he stops and glares up at her indignantly.

“Felt you in my head.”  He seems to take her startled silence for disbelief, and pouts.  “Did!  You feel like—“ he flings his arms wide in a mimicry of an explosion, complete with sound effects.

“Do I now?”  She’s not at all sure what to make of that particular description, nor of the fact that Hera hasn’t even paused in digging through the cabinet of mugs.

She doesn’t turn, but Ahsoka can see the way her shoulders tense.  “He’s been feeling a lot of people in his head, lately.”

It’s hardly a surprise, given that the Force tends to run in families, but with Hera’s past, she can hardly be expected to be thrilled.

“I see,” Ahsoka murmurs, trying to come up with something, anything to ease Hera’s mind.

Insistently, Jacen pats at her cheek until she looks down again, and informs her “Uncle Zeb is purple!”

“He certainly is,” she agrees, switching him to her other side to take the cup Hera offers her.

“He makes me go upside down!”

“Really?”  She sets the cup down, adjusting her grip behind his legs.  “Like this?”

With a slight push he flops over in her hold, dangling and giggling wildly as she swings him back and forth.  Hera scoots her mug out of reach of tiny flailing fists, laughing as she seats herself at the table.  “I think sometimes Uncle Zeb forgets that not everyone can grip with their feet like he does.”

“That’s okay, we can still dangle him by his ankles,” Ahsoka laughs as she boosts Jacen back upright, plants a kiss on his forehead, and tries to settle him back against her hip.

Instead he flings his entire weight backwards, very nearly launching himself out of her grip.  “Again, mama-‘Soka, again!”

Only years of discipline keep her from dropping him headfirst on the floor.  Hera’s eyes have gone wide over the rim of her mug, and she makes a little choking noise.  Jacen, oblivious, continues to squirm in Ahsoka’s hold.

“Again, mama, again, again!”

She gives up and lets him fall backwards once more, unable to meet Hera’s eyes but unable to look away from the way her mouth twists and her fingers go white around the handle of her mug.  Ahsoka lowers Jacen to the ground, rolling him through a backwards somersault so he comes up laughing.

“You should go tell Chopper that ‘Soka’s here,” Hera suggests, her voice only shaking a little.

Jacen’s face lights up—he always likes feeling helpful, even if it’s only fetching Chopper—and he barrels toward the cockpit, leaving the two women alone.

Ahsoka finally looks away, clearing her throat.  “I’m sorry, I should have—“ she swallows, pushing away discomfort at the thought—“I’ll tell him not to call me that.”

“No.”  Hera’s voice still trembles, but there’s no trace of doubt in it.  “No.  You mean more to us than that.  To both of us.”  Ahsoka’s gaze snaps up to meet determined green eyes.  “If you want it, I think he should call you ‘mama’.  He usually calls me ‘mom’ anyway, so it won’t be confusing.”

It takes a very long moment before Ahsoka can reply, her throat working uselessly as she blinks back tears.  Finally, she manages to force out, “yeah, I’d like that very much.”

Hera does not fling herself into Ahsoka’s arms, they’re not exactly teenagers anymore, but it’s a very near thing.  The kiss says everything, though, with the way she can feel Hera shaking with emotion, the way her own fingers clench tight in the fabric of Hera’s sleeves.  They have more to talk about, more that needs to be said out loud, but for now this is enough.

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top 5 rebels moments

im definitely gonna leave like........ 10 out by accident but ill TRY

ALL OF WOLVES AND A DOOR AND A WORLD BETWEEN WORLDS…. Heraand Zeb worrying about their youngest for good reason cause Sabine is rattingout old men with guns and Ezra is doing… That. Ahsoka coming back andimmediately saving the day like the beautiful angel she is, the temple walls’beautiful animation, Ezra finally taking a nap for a change, the soundtrack,just EVERYTHING.

When Rau gives Sabine good gadgets to whoop Ezra’s ass, Sabine going OH BITCH SWEET?? immediately. Kanan’sexasperation at these Mandalorian antics & Ezra just. Being on the floor.

I can’t choose my favourite moment so I’ll just say all ofFire Across the Galaxy! Anything concerning the tie fighter the Space kidsstole (especially Ezra and Sabine’s goofy smiles & the classic Taylor Grayintonation in “We didn’t crash it. We kept it. Hidden.”), Hera & Kanan’s reunion and Choppers reaction to it,the final battle with the inquisitor, baby Ezra having to carry tall lankyKanan around, “you know what kid. You Worry Me Sometimes.” “:D”, that was agood old classic episode.

HERA BLOWING UP THAT SHIP WITH THE NERDS WHO MESSED WITHCHOPPER OH THAT’S MY MOM

That part in The Lost Commanders where theyre worm huntingwas hilarious, especially Zeb as bait.. poor guy..Everything about that scene was just a good time I love the clones

[lionesshathor]

Of Lekku and Boxer Shorts

It started with a Hera reference sheet, and @pomrania calling her headscarf...thingy “head underwear”.

Welp, “Head underwear” really got to me. Like, what if Hera ended up wearing one of Kanan’s boxers on her lekku at some point? Either out if desperation, as an attempt to flirt, or maybe she lost a bet? It would be even funnier if the fabric had some dorky heart pattern or lettering. Can you imagine her wearing some space-Hawaiian themed shorts with ALOHA printed across the ass(or in this case, brow)? Wouldn’t they be a bit loose, considering that a head and lekku are smaller than a waist and legs? Does Kanan own any sexy underwear?

And then I started headcanoning HARDER. (And fanfictioning!)

~~Desperation~~

“Just WHERE in the Nine Corellian Hells are my headscarves?!” Hera bellowed.

Kanan froze. It had been his night for laundry; had he forgotten to bring up everything after sorting? “Hold on, I’ll get your stuff out of the cleaning unit!” He called back, dashing to the cubby near the cargo hold. Yes, there was the barrel-shaped washer/dryer, full to the brim with clothes. Except...the usual “cycle complete” light wasn’t lit. In fact, now that he looked at it, the clothes seemed to be exactly the way he’d left them when he put them in. Panic crawling up his throat, he checked the chutes for soap and softener. Neatly filled, undisturbed...

“Ka-naaaaaan!” Hera yowled.

Oh, she was going to be PISSED. He’d forgotten to turn the stupid thing on, and a full cleaning cycle lasted hours!

Kanan reached for his comm, bracing himself. “I...uhm, the laundry isn’t ready.”

Silence, deadly silence...

He gulped and held it as far away from himself as he could while still picking up his voice. “I kinda...forgot to...turn the machine on?”

“You WHAT?!” Not good. The last time she’d been this angry was when she’d discovered a hidden bottle of booze in his cabin. “I need a headscarf, Kanan! I can’t exactly pilot the Ghost from my bunk! You’d better come up with one, even if you have to sew it yourself!”

The commlink was shaking, whether from the force of Hera’s rage or Kanan’s dread was unclear. “I’ll, ah, see what I can do...” He managed.

Ten minutes later, he appeared at her cabin with a replacement. Hera glowered at him, and then regarded the clothing in his hand.

“Are those... boxer shorts?” She asked.

Kanan pressed his face against the bulkhead to hide his blush, holding the white underwear at arm’s length. “They’re clean, I found the most pristine pair I could, and it’s the closest thing I could find to what you wear...” He mumbled against the metal.

A hand brushed his, taking the offered boxers. Kanan fled to the cockpit.

When Hera joined him, boxer shorts neatly threaded over her lekku and under her pilot’s cap, he did his best not to stare.

“The laundry’s in progress.” He offered quietly.

Her only response was to growl and start punching buttons on the console, getting the Ghost ready to fly.

~~Flirting~~

“C’mere, Luv. I’ve got a surprise for you tonight...”

Kanan flicked on the lights in her cabin, the door whooshing shut behind him. Hera was lounged on her bunk, sporting her usual thermal sleep-suit except...

He gawked. Hera’s head and lekku were draped in pastel pink fabric, with palm trees and stylized waves patterned across the lot of it. On the elastic adorning her brow, bold lettering of “STUD” (or ‘DUTS’, since he was reading it upside down.) glared back at him.

“I didn’t even know you had something like this.” She continued, enjoying his befuddled yet aroused expression. “When did you get it? I don’t recall any tropical gift shops on our various adventures.”

Kanan swallowed hard, regaining enough brain power to speak. “I, ah, may have charmed that off a barmaid on Rion...” he said. “She offered me a night of fun, I declined, and then she tried to bargain with the shorts. Said it’d be so good I would need something to remember it by, that she could get me whatever I desired from the tourist shop overstock. But I said no again, so she threw them at me.”

Hera laughed. “You kept these? Ever since we went to Rion? Have you even worn them?”

“Not really, no” He said sheepishly. “They tend to remind me of the carouser I used to be, of when I would take up offers like that at every turn.”

Hera sobered. “What changed?”

“I met you, Hera Syndulla.” Kanan smiled. “There’s never been another woman for me, not since the day I blundered into you on Gorse.”

“Well, then,” She said, standing and coming up to caress his face. “Perhaps this can become something more than a mark of shame.”

Kanan leaned into her touch, but halted as he became level with the lettering once more. He sighed exasperatedly at the pink fabric and ridiculous pattern.

“Oh, gimme those.” he said, yanking them off her lekku. “I can’t take you seriously in tropical boxer shorts. Not even a revolutionary of your caliber can make these things meaningful.”

~~Losing a Bet~~

Long hyperspace jumps let to boredom. Boredom led to numerous improvised games, and poor judgement. Poor judgement led to making bets that the rational, calculating Captain Hera Syndulla would never have considered, had she been sane.

Losing said bets meant wearing a pair of white boxers under her usual headgear, hoping the rest of the crew wouldn’t notice. For a full day cycle aboard the ship.

Ezra seemed to buy her lie about “trying some looser, more casual headscarf”. Sabine just looked at the plain fabric, declared it too boring, and offered to paint it. When told no, she gave it another, more critical look, but otherwise kept her mouth shut. Zeb did his best to smother his laughter, knowing full well what he was looking at but trying to help his captain save face. He also offered to maul Kanan, but Hera politely declined. She thanked him for the gesture though, oddly pleased by the Lasat’s desire to defend her dignity.

Chopper didn’t say a word, likely because Hera threatened to pull his battery for the entire time. He had been conspicuously absent, likely giving Kanan an extra dose of his usual antics in retaliation.

Finally, the day was over and she could take the stupid thing off. She tossed it contemptuously in the laundry, and flopped into her bunk with a relieved sigh.

The next morning, she woke to her commlink beeping. Sleepily pawing at the cylinder, she finally got it in her hand and sat up to answer.

“Spectre two here, what is it?”

“Uh, it’s Kanan.” Came the reply. “The kids must’ve been angry about yesterday, because... Ugh, you better come see this.”

“Alright alright, gimme a minute.” She groused, reaching for her clothes. She quickly dressed and went to Kanan’s cabin.

The Jedi was surrounded by laundry, a blanket wrapped around his waist. Neatly sorted piles of clothes dotted the room, Sabine’s here, Ezra’s there...

Kanan was currently sifting through his own clothes, occasionally dropping a damaged article in a small heap. Hera looked closer, drowsiness making it hard to grasp what she was looking at. Mostly small, white things, obviously burnt.

It clicked. Someone had gotten ahold of Kanan’s underwear, and burnt enormous holes in each pair, rendering them useless. Memories of Chopper being gone most of yesterday returned; he must have taken his electro-prod to the whole lot in spite.

“Oh my stars...” Hera murmured, not sure if this was funny or tragic.

“It gets worse.” Kanan grumbled. “Remember that pair you were wearing? He spared it, and it looks like maybe he took it to Sabine...” He held up a pair of white boxers, with Property of Hera Syndulla written across the waistband in neat green letters. A copy of her lekku pattern had even been stenciled over the legs.

Hera couldn’t help herself. She sat down on his bunk and laughed, pity giving way to the sheer absurdity of his predicament. Oh, Chopper and whoever else he let in on it would get a scolding and be sent off to buy new underwear, but for now she could enjoy watching her hapless partner realize he had no choice but to wear the offending boxers.

It was going to be an interesting day...