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awanderingmuse-ficrec · 1 year

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Fragment Series

Fandom: Riordan-verse

Author: BobInTheComments

Rating: Mature

Warnings: Major character death, Graphic Depictions of Violence, Rape/Non-con, Underage, Sexual Content, Strong Language, Psychological Torture, Psychological Horror, Abuse, Alcohol Abuse, Body Horror

Word Count: 67,304

Pairings: Jiper, Percabeth, Solangelo, Percico, Frazel, Caleo, Paul Blofis/Sally Jackson, Hades/Persephone, Lisa(OC)/Allison(OC), Fierrochase, Thaluke, Maria di Angelo/Hades, Maria di Angelo/Hades/Persephone

Characters: Jason Grace, Reyna Avila Ramírez-Arellano, Piper McLean, Dakota, Octavian, Nyarlathotep, Brian, Annabeth Chase, Percy Jackson, Athena, Shoggoths, Necronomicon Ex-Mortis, Paul Blofis, Sally Jackson, Estelle Blofis, Zeus, Odin, Huitzilopotchli, Amaterasu, Lisa, Allison, Nico di Angelo, Persephone, Grover Underwood, Deep One(s), NodensHastur, Hades, Shoggoth, disciplina, Poseidon, Njord, Sobek, Oceanus, Ebisu, Ahti, Tiamat, Elder Thing(s), The Great Race of Yith, Sol Invictus, Leo Valdez, Frank Zhang, Hazel Levesque, The Seven, Mithras, Clovis, Magnus Chase, Hypnos, unnamed bartender, James Forrestal, Admiral Richard Byrd, Chiron, Will Solace, Butch Walker, Luke Castellan, Thalia Grace, Halcyon Green, Apollo, Hermes, Bianca di Angelo, Maria di Angelo

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Freeform, forced to include them, Universe #126419A trip to Egypt, The Necronomicon, Archaeology, Caves, Cats!, The elder things, The Shoggoths, Phone Calls & Telephones, Apocalypse, I torture Hazel, Definitely regret that, Or Do I?, Hopeful Ending, Or is that also a lie?, Rituals, The Mist, The Nameless Mist, Dreams, Disease, Nyarlathotep is trolling once more, Happy fucking Birthday Percy..., Luke Castellan centric, Family, Fate, Thalia is a boss, Luke is trying to be a good big brother, Thalia is a bad influence on Annabeth, Scooby Doo References, Thalia isn't putting up with Zeus, Spooky Houses, Takes place shortly before Thalia's death, Decay, Traps, If ye could change your fate, would ye?, Luke probably sounds like JFK, that is canon, fight me, annabeth is adorable, Percy is probably picking his nose while this is happening, Happy 3000 everyone, Been waiting to post this for a while, Kissing, Percy trying to be romantic, task failed successfully, It's been a loooong road, Immortals, Percico forever, Universe #0814996, Venezia | Venice, Brunch, Café, just some fluff, Confusing Fluff, Persephone bonding with Bianca, Nico trying to be friends with Percy, he is trying so hard, Bianca is a little overprotective, But she is also annoyed with Nico sometimes, Childhood Friends, Kinda..., Persephone is best mom, Well she tries, she's more of an older sister, or fun aunt, destruction of historically important monuments, percicoweek2022

A series of one shots of expanding the Shattered Bonds multiverse exploring the Lovecraftian forces and their machinations in the Riordan-verse. Reading "Shattered" is not required, but it can prove helpful.

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the-firebird69 · 2 years

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Is the storm moving in here on its own BJ or is he pushing it

Caa

It appears he's pushing it so I'm going to be a force together and go out there and medical follow cuz we'll try and take the ship and the guys asking for it

Bja

We got Storm chasers in route no I know what I'm doing

Jeff

I'm requesting any and all Storm chasers to get out there now some kind of rebel leader and so is Stan and there's a bunch of them around here you need to understand these leaders don't want to storm here and the same all sorts of stuff cuz they don't know what to do they don't want to go in the oven either and really this is not helping that situation you go running around saying you're stealing stuff to get kidnapped from again so let's get out there with the storm chaser stuff let's get out there with the subs let's get out there with the ships and spaceships and wherever you got and Willie wigs and Willy wobble hammer Gibraltar and everything else roll it out there and show this guy we did it before we can do it again actually we did it before

Zues Hera

He's back for more and he says he means it and we're at war with him anyways the point is that everybody steps in and clutches the guy if he gets out of control so we can do this and it's a way to keep him out of here and to extinguish him if we have to and we're going to have to then spreads all over and he takes big hits so it's a good idea

Tommy a

We're moving out and we got the message we got to stop this this is nonsense the guy's a huge a****** we can just sit here and take it we're not going to even be here then I'll be poor people running around trying to steal food it's going to be like zombieland I'm up for this man this guy is such a douchebag and he's ruined society for so long and everybody will stand up for me if I stand up to him cuz they have been doing that so I need to show support wasn't happening earlier we are at a funeral so let's get going on it and let's make sure he can feel the pain and really his clothes aren't that bright and they're not that powerful and Corky was doing okay today I'll tell you what my friend to get up and go you just needs a motif... He thinks he found one

Mac Daddy

Listen everybody knows a joke about the sailors in the submarines and how the Little submarine goes into the big submarine and all sorts of stuff like that so you want to get in the submarines and you wear your cushion stuff and everything else can go cuz you don't need to be armed down there and let's see that happen it's a sweatshop okay even the new ones get a little warm

Garth

Okay Garth but you on board each ship just one of you it'll bring protection he says I've got my cushies too

Jeff

I'm there

Mary f I've got folds and yeah my famous biscuits too but to eat those they're made out of dough

I'm serious man you going to get out there you're going to wear your armament and your life jacket on those ships and you're going to grease yourselves up with Vaseline cuz it's hot on those ships too and those pig clones trying to grab you it's going to be like a greased pig

Zues Hera

Okay that's the use of the brain there it says why not some rocket Man you can stop that thing and probably the only one out there it stops IT their best to be going just aim for that one engine and sweetie pie takes a break so I'm going to go do that and he said that last part I don't call him sweetie pie I'll call him the b**** the b**** is going to get it

Jeff

So let's pick a theme song and I was going to say hey hey goodbye but I think you're the one that's going down is more appropriate because we wanted to go down and he may have caused down syndrome in order to steal from all you guys cuz you're not really are not that Swift and he's pulling it down that might be wrong though

Zues Hera

We got it we're going to play it and stop talking

Bja

I would say I I captain but in this case I think I'll forgo that

Zues Hera

Hahaha

All laugh

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soaplagoon · 3 years

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webtrinsic1122 · 3 years

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Chapters: 1/1 Fandom: Star Wars - All Media Types, Star Wars: Rebels Rating: Mature Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings Relationships: Kanan Jarrus/Hera Syndulla Characters: Kanan Jarrus, Hera Syndulla, Ezra Bridger, Sabine Wren, Garazeb "Zeb" Orrelios, Alexsandr Kallus, Chopper (Star Wars) Additional Tags: Blind Kanan Jarrus, Inquisitor Kanan Jarrus, Pregnant Hera Syndulla, Inquisitor Ezra Bridger, Manda'lor Sabine Wren, Hurt Hera Syndulla, Emotional Hurt, Angst, Stockholm Syndrome, ? - Freeform, Seduction to the Dark Side, The Force, Unhealthy Relationships, Unhealthy Coping Mechanisms, Denial, Unhappy Ending, Imperial Officers (Star Wars), Complicated Relationships, Hera Syndulla Needs A Hug, Scars Summary:

Of all the things Hera has braced and prepared herself for, Kanan falling to the dark side isn't one of them.

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amymarchz · 4 years

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THE DOLOHOV FAMILY

power and avarice seeps through every pore, every atom of their being. to be a dolohov is to be respected, feared - to be a dolohov is to be a god amongst men. originally hailing from russia, the dolohovs are an influential family who found power through hard graft and cunning. at the turn of the century, they were little more than an ordinary working class family, trying to make a living in the hulking city of tsaritsyn (now known as volgograd in 1985). but it was through the violence and turmoil of the russian revolution that the dolohovs were able to climb their way up the social ladder. igor dolohov is the current patriarch of the dolohov clan. now retired as the diplomat for the soviet ministry in the u.k. igor was an important figure in both the british and soviet ministries. widowed from a young age after his first wife's death through the birth of his first son, igor made the unusual choice of marrying a british witch upon relocating to the u.k. for his job. while some in the soviet ministry saw this as a betrayal, igor made the pragmatism of his decision clear - what better way to build ties and influence within the british ministry than through blood? as such, the dolohov's have become a staple of british pureblood society, yet the unease of their duel identities lies heavy within igor's younger children. will they remain loyal to their father's ambitions or will they rebel? this request is based heavily upon the greek mythology of the olympians. each of the siblings are based upon greek gods, but how you take this inspiration to shape their characters is up to you! if you have any questions, message me on discord @amy march #5286

HADES

(taken by amy) the eldest of the dolohov siblings and the rightful heir, antonin is the only child to have been born in their forebears mother russia. antonin is technically a half brother to the rest of the dolohov siblings, his mother having died giving birth to him. as such, antonin has a somewhat strained relationship with his father and his step-mother. antonin was the only one of his siblings to have been educated at durmstrang, so he has always been something of an outsider. and his choice of career has only added to the family tensions - owning the knockturn alley strip club, vyriy, isn't what igor had in mind for his firstborn son, hence antonin's quiet removal from the position of heir.

ZEUS

the favoured son and current heir of the dolohov family, ZEUS is the golden boy. though not without his faults, ZEUS can do no wrong in his mother and father's eyes. he is charming and working in a high powered position, possibly in politics or law enforcement. his relationship with antonin is bordering on antagonistic - he carries a lot of frustration regarding his older brother's hedonistic lifestyle and the way it impacts the family name. educated at hogwarts. suggested fc: jon bernthal

POSEIDON

(reserved for ellis) the hot-head of the family. POSEIDON has a strong middle-child syndrome at work, but he has found himself a purpose within the auror office. gruff and at times surly, it came as a surprise to all of his siblings that he was the first of them to marry and settle down. while he is somewhat indifferent to antonin's less than respectable activities, he is always on hand to back up his brother ZEUS when it comes to family decisions. educated at hogwarts. suggested fc: joel kinnaman

HERA

often seen as the proudest and most emotionally distant of the dolohov siblings, HERA has never been one to suffer fools. she is, ironically, the most like their father in her ambitious nature - she is a cut throat career woman who has forged her way in the british ministry. she views antonin with contempt and has little time for her other brothers - she much prefers the company of women. educated at hogwarts. suggested fc: eva green

DEMETER

a passionate woman at heart, DEMETER has often been the devil's advocate within her family. having long since had a fascination with plants and flora, she is a well respected herbologist - perhaps even with a few well received books under her belt. particularly close with her youngest sibling, CHIRON, she is the sister her siblings often go to for advice. educated at hogwarts. suggested fc: natalie portman

HESTIA

the shy and retiring sister, HESTIA has always wanted the quiet life. while she was happy to be the demure pureblood wife, her subsequent marriage has proven to be something of a disappointment. HESTIA is beginning to yearn for a different life, but will she have the courage to brave a world she was never prepared for or wanted? educated at hogwarts. suggested fc: emmy rossum

CHIRON

the son igor often tries to forget about - CHIRON has found themself to be the second pariah within their tempestuous family. CHIRON has never wanted to fit into a mould, and since graduating from hogwarts and pursuing their career as a healer, they have begun to explore their sexuality and gender identity. this journey may well bring them back to their eldest brother, and perhaps these two lost souls can find solace in their difference. suggested fc: ezra miller

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prepare4trouble · 5 years

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Star Wars Rebels fanfic - Together (an AU of an AU) Part 2/9

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The lounge felt small with the six of them crowded in there at the same time. Ezra looked around and wondered, not for the first time, whether telling them together like this had been a mistake. Maybe it would have been easier to do it one or two at a time.

No, he decided. It probably wouldn’t help. At least this way it would be over with quickly. The conversation would be hard enough once, he wasn't going to be in a hurry to repeat the experience.

It was too late to change his mind anyway, everyone was here.

Kanan, Hera and Sabine were seated on the curved bench around the edge of the holotable, while Ezra took one of the stools and Zeb sat in his larger chair. Chopper lurked around the periphery, moving around occasionally, a few meters in one direction and then another, like he was trying to find the best place to watch the show.

“Okay kid, you got us all here,” Zeb said. “So, you want to tell us what’s so important we all had to drop everything and meet you here?”

He had never asked them to drop everything. In fact, he had explicitly stated that he didn’t want that, and that he just wanted to know when would be a good time to tell them something. It had been Hera, probably sensing that something was wrong, who had insisted that right now was as good a time as any.

The answer to Zeb’s question was no. He didn’t want to tell them. In fact, it was the last thing he wanted to do. He was going to do it anyway, because he owed it to them to tell them the truth.

As he drummed his fingers on the edge of the table, Kanan and Hera exchanged a worried glance. Even if he wanted to back out, he wouldn’t be able to. They knew something was wrong and they wouldn’t let him get away with leaving before he told them what it was.

He stood up. He had planned to be sitting for this, convinced that if he was on his feet, he might seize the opportunity to flee before he managed to get out the words that he needed to say. Now that it came to it, he realized that he needed to be standing. He needed to move around, to release the nervous energy in some way. Otherwise he would run, he could feel it.

He took a few steps away from the table, stopped and turned back.

“Ezra,” Hera began. “Whatever it is, we’ll…”  

“I’m going blind,” he blurted, cutting her off before she could make a promise she might not be able to keep.

A shocked silence fell over the room. Ezra realized that he was shaking from the surge of adrenaline had rushed through his body as he had finally uttered the words. He sucked in a deep breath. He didn’t know whether to run, or to sit down before he fell.

Ezra figured he had maybe a couple of seconds before they recovered from his revelation. A few short seconds before they showered him with questions that he didn’t know how to answer.

“I’m sorry,” he told them. “I didn’t know. Not until…”

He wasn’t sure exactly when he had figured out what was wrong. It hadn’t been the night he had realized he was the only one who couldn’t see the stars from the surface of a planet, or the day a medic asking him about his family medical history had helped him dredge up the memory of some syndrome whose name he couldn’t remember. It hadn’t been the night, lying in bed, when he had first realized he couldn’t see anything at all with the light out, or the day Chopper had switched off the lights while they were doing repairs and Ezra had found himself completely unable to see in a room he knew was partially illuminated. It hadn’t been the bruises he kept finding on his arms and legs from the times he had bumped into things as he walked past them.

It hadn’t even been the night he had stayed up late reading about Sacul Syndrome in a misguided attempt to reassure himself that he didn’t have it.

It hadn’t been any of those things, but at the same time it had been all of them. It had been a slow process of discoveries until one day everything had clicked into place and he had just known it was true.

Someone touched his shoulder from behind and Ezra flinched in surprise. He spun around to see Kanan right behind him. He hadn’t seem him get up or move. That was nothing to do with his sight, he had been deliberately looking in the other direction to avoid seeing their reaction. It hadn’t helped. He had still felt the wave of confusion, shock, and disbelief through the Force.

“You’re sure?” Kanan asked.

Ezra looked at the ground. “Yeah. As I can be.”

Hera was on her feet now too, Sabine and Zeb exchanged a glance across the table that Ezra couldn’t read.

“How sure is that?” Hera asked. “What is it? Is it something we can…”

Ezra shook his head. He didn’t have the words to explain it. He had, moments earlier. The whole thing had been carefully planned out in his mind, and he had imagined exactly how the conversation would go. He had been wrong. He hadn’t been prepared for it to be so hard.

“I’m sorry.” He backed away a few steps, then turned and bolted.

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aion-rsa · 3 years

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Star Wars: The Bad Batch Episode 14 Review: War-Mantle

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This Star Wars: The Bad Batch review contains spoilers.

Star Wars: The Bad Batch Episode 14

The Bad Batch finally has something to say about the clones as a changing class in a beautifully animated adventure.

Rex has a mission for the squad. An old friend of his, CC-5576 “Gregor,” has attempted to escape from an Imperial training facility and failed. The Batch reluctantly agrees to break him out. War-Mantle (a code name mentioned both earlier this season and in Rogue One) turns out to be a stormtrooper training facility sunk into a Cheyenne Mountain-lookalike. The group fights their way out, encountering both stormtroopers and clone commandos. They all surprise each other a bit: Gregor expects the Bad Batch to be “defective” but realizes that “it’s the ones who want to stay here that are really defective,” while the Batch realize that conscripted soldiers really are all of the clones’ replacements. By the end of the episode, Hunter has inadvertently switched places with Gregor and finds himself behind bars in the facility, primed for an encounter with Crosshair that will surely lead the narrative into the finale.

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The episode was a joy to watch, in terms of the animation and colors. Every episode of The Bad Batch seems to out-do the last, progress behind-the-scenes being made at a much more rapid pace than it was on The Clone Wars (in part because The Clone Wars laid the groundwork). This week, we get a beautiful, Spielbergian opening with diffuse light and painterly landscapes as Gregor goes on the run. The textures, lighting, and the way the characters interact with the environment (I’m no artist, but this does seem like the show’s second instance of impressive and significant dirt) are all a joy.

On the other hand, some elements of this plot are already tired. The structure feels redundant: the squad encounters a problem; Hunter is reluctant to get involved until Omega convinces him; the squad goes on an adventure; Omega and another one of the clones save the day. Like Rogue One, it’s a story meant to set something else up: in this case, how the clone trooper program transitioned into the stormtrooper corps. The episode also brings back Gregor, a character who had a pretty satisfying death in The Clone Wars before later appearing on Rebels as one of Rex’s aging squad mates.

That said, the explanations for what exactly is going on between the clones and stormtroopers are nicely woven into the action. Some fanon or old Expanded Universe ideas that were hinted at before are now confirmed: many stormtroopers were trained by clones, clone commandos in particular. (Lots more about this in this week’s easter egg guide.) The show reminds us that the Bad Batch have decent reasons for seeing themselves apart from “regs,” and that regs will make assumptions about them being “defective.” I’m glad these questions are being answered, even if it seems strange that the show would wait until almost the finale to confirm them. I guess the Bad Batch were out of the loop for a while.

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Even the Kaminoans get a little bit more characterization, with the Empire officially cancelling the cloning contract. I guess the Batch running off certainly didn’t prove the efficacy of the program to the Empire. Both Nala Se and Lama Su come off as cold business people trying to grab more credits…even as Nala Se also adopts a creepy-cute maternalism toward the children she’s helped create for war. Her conversation with preteen clones is incredibly ominous but also heartwarming in a twisted way. As she reassures a young clone that he’ll grow up to be a soldier, I wonder whether he will ever grow up at all, and how dark it is that Nala Se truly seems to believe that indoctrinating more clones into the war is the best thing for them. I’m worried about what the Empire will do with these kids. While I do enjoy the fantasy of the clones as noble soldiers, I can also see Palpatine’s fingerprints on them, as the Sith manipulated the Republic into thinking about the ease — not the ethics — of purpose-built, living war machines. I was truly surprised to see Nala Se as the one left standing at the end, which tells us a bit about what Admiral Rampart thinks as well.

Echo’s unique perspective seems to matter more in this episode than it has in the past, too. Finally, he outright states that his loyalty to Rex and his experience being a captive of the Separatists motivate him to be more determined to rescue Gregor than he might have otherwise. (Unfortunately, Wrecker gets nothing interesting to do; he’s back to being a joke, agreeing with whoever talked last.)

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In The Clone Wars, Gregor lost his memory for a while before triumphantly returning to his trooper roots. He appeared to have a heroic death, but here he is, jovial and confident. I can easily imagine him as a good teacher, and his appearance is a treat for The Clone Wars fans while not getting in the way of the larger story The Bad Batch is trying to tell.

That tension between fun connections for the fans and what the Bad Batch think of going on is my central question about this episode. Hunter and co. certainly have skin in the game of whether clones will continue to be considered good soldiers, but I still think of War-Mantle in part as a fun reference to Rogue One, just a code name. Actually seeing it makes sense for this story, but might come across as yet another instance of “small universe” syndrome. What do the clones want in the long run? Peace? To go back to the wartime status quo where they had both independence and backing from the Republic? Not having a good answer for that is part of why I’m torn on this episode.

A fun adventure that rewards letting yourself go along for the ride, “War-Mantle” effectively set The Bad Batch up for an explosive finale in two weeks. I just wish some of this lore had come earlier.

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ao3feed-kanezra · 3 years

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Chapters: 3/? Fandom: Star Wars: Rebels Rating: Mature Warnings: Rape/Non-Con, Underage Relationships: Kanan Jarrus/Hera Syndulla, Ezra Bridger/Kanan Jarrus, Ezra Bridger/Grand Inquisitor Characters: Sabine Wren, Ezra Bridger, Kanan Jarrus, Hera Syndulla, Garazeb "Zeb" Orrelios, Grand Inquisitor (Star Wars) Additional Tags: Dark Ezra Bridger, Psychological Torture, Rape/Non-con Elements, Inquisitor Ezra Bridger, Gay Ezra Bridger, Alternate Universe, Stockholm Syndrome, Insane Ezra Bridger, Orgasm Delay/Denial, Whump, Dom/sub, Master/Pet, Plot What Plot/Porn Without Plot, Porn with Feelings, Underage Sex, Older Man/Younger Man Summary:

Kanan is sent on a solo mission to find out more about the Grand Inquisitor’s mysterious new apprentice. Who is this boy and where did he come from?

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This is a result of me reading too much dark!ezra fics and liking the idea of Ezra trying to seduce-torture his old master. Enjoy.

#ao3feed #kanezra #kanan jarrus #ezra bridger #star wars rebels #kanan/ezra #kanan x ezra #fanfiction

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kareenvorbarra · 7 years

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crocordile replied to your post “okay so i work at a big bookstore and they sell toys and games and...”

It's a bit like stockholm syndrome with these funko dolls, you're surrounded by them and so starved for something good that you start thinking they're not so bad after all

yes god this is exactly it - they have so many characters that you can’t find dolls of anywhere else, and they’re so damn cheap, and it would be so easy to collect some of my favorite little groups of characters which appeals to my greedy completionist mind....sighs

zhgilbert replied to your post

They got me with General Leia. Be strong.

thanks friend x_x i’m doin my best

dotsandfoxes replied to your post

I don't understand why there's no good Rebels merch! I just want good Hera and Sabine and Ahsoka t-shirts!

right???? Her Universe has a few Ahsoka shirts i really like but they’ve been sold out of my size for months now :’( who knows when/if there’ll be more!

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the-firebird69 · 2 years

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USS endurance USS perseverance and he watches his mom go through it he said he's just going to sit there and endure through whatever you dish out if he has to and so you keep trying and trying he said he's going to keep screw you and kill you and now we're going to come in and help him survive because you're not doing it at all they're going the other way and you want to put them on trial and causing pain and misery and suffering and expect him to do something for you what he says is there a joke and they need to go because they're a joke there's no chance of me doing anything with this sort of treatment it's not Stockholm syndrome it's idiots in charge and it is mac daddy and his tribal kids and they're stupid as hell because I don't do things for people who are evil assholes and that's what he says that's what we say that we figured it out and you're sitting there having a moment so we're helping him and you hate it and it's going to get worse and worse for you and better and better for our son the more pressure you put on him the more pressure we're putting on you right now a huge flotillas for me it's gigantic it's the largest they've ever assembled and they're taking your ships by the way because of your big mouth and they're going to break it so it's going to impact you today the blockade is up and you expect to have clear weather all day because you're not letting air move around and we're going to fix that has the blockheaded is attacked we're going to make holes so you can have air I feel like it you can leave a lot of you are anyways and you're going west Halloween 2 is on tonight and we're creeping towards it Prometheus and more but it is getting done and pirates of the Caribbean will happen and you're going to be astounded and how many people can't stand you even your pirate crap and foreign country is saying jamming up your ass I will be out there to see you is there at war with you and your people are ignoring pricks he's a stellar ignorant prank he's a rebel but they know it's a really ignorant person that's how things are the problem is that he doesn't really do what he says he does but he keeps saying and the phone is hate him for the same look you're an unsuccessful Mac and you're helping us and you just keep saying you're not and we going to we're going to get you too.

That's all I had to say on this no but he has to eat but right now that's good it's saying a lot

Thor Freya

Zues Hera

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We're not drunk like you are Mac Sunday you're going to wake up and we have to be ready here for that day to kill all of you

Hera Zues

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prepare4trouble · 6 years

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Star Wars Rebels fanfic - Boredom

Part of the Little By Little AU

A red dot flashed in the corner of Ezra’s datapad, it was small, but it was bright red and very distracting. He gritted his teeth and tried to ignore it, but it was impossible. It had been designed to distract; to pull the datapad user’s attention away from whatever they were doing so that they could deal with the issue that someone was trying to alert them to.

As if reading wasn’t difficult enough already.

He already knew what it was; a personal message from someone else on base. If he wanted it to go away, all he needed to do was open it, and read what the sender had to say.

He wasn’t going to do that. The only message he had ever received in that way before had been from Noisi, telling him to make an appointment. The chances of this one being from anybody else or for any other reason were too slim to even consider. He was long overdue for a checkup now. The droid was probably eager to see the syndrome in action, maybe cheer it on a little and tell Ezra how happy he was to be able to study it.

That didn’t sound like a fun way to spend an afternoon, so Ezra placed his finger over the flashing light and tried, once again, to concentrate on what he was reading.

It made no difference. He still knew it was there.

He sighed loudly, frustrated with himself more than with the datapad, or even the med-droid. He had been reading the same paragraph for the past ten minutes, finding himself distracted not just by the flashing dot, but by the size of the font he was using, and by wondering how long it would be before he needed to increase it again.

He supposed that meant it was time to give up and do something else. With another sigh, he closed the program. The last file he had been using was still open underneath it, and he found himself staring down at a visual representation of the patterns of dots that made up the tactile alphabet.

He looked at the page for a few moments, both fascinated and repulsed by the idea. He wasn’t going to learn it. There was no point. But, he couldn’t help thinking, at least if he had been reading with his fingers, the flashing light wouldn't have been bothering him.

And that summed up fairly accurately how much he wanted to avoid Noisi. If he was seriously considering the benefits of the tactile alphabet as a way to avoid messages from him, he needed to get away from that blinking light.

He switched off the datapad and tossed it onto the surface of his bunk. It landed near his feet, and he nudged it toward the wall with a toe to ensure that it wouldn’t fall off the bunk if he moved. He stretched, and shifted his position a little. He was bored; caught between the desire to get up and do something, and the lethargy that had plagued him on and off over the past few weeks. The feeling; the clash between the two needs, was familiar to him. It stirred memories in him that he visited only occasionally now, and never deliberately.

When Ezra was six, he had caught a fever. It had been nothing dangerous, or life-threatening -- at least, he didn’t think it had been. It hadn’t even been one of the usual childhood illnesses that plagued the kids the galaxy-over; just a run-of-the-mill sickness that could have been picked up from anyone or anywhere around the city. If the rest of his life had gone the way he had expected at the time, he doubted that he would even remember it anymore. As it happened, it had been the last time he had been sick at home, with his parents there to care for him, and so the memory had stuck.

He had revisited it, against his will, every time he had shivered on the streets of Lothal; every time his body, weak from lack of food and exposure to the elements, had succumbed to one infection or another. Every time he had felt weak and tired, or in pain, and he had been alone and needed to fend for himself, he had thought about his mother’s hand on his brow checking for his temperature, and his father bringing him a bowl of the soup he had been able to smell cooking in the kitchen. He had thought about each of them sitting with him on the edge of his bed, telling stories until he fell asleep.

And although he wasn’t technically ‘sick’ right now, he had visited those memories recently too, as he had settled down into bed each night since his diagnosis. Hera and Kanan filled the role almost completely, they were his family now, but they were not his parents. Not really. He found himself preoccupied with how his mother or his father might have reacted to the news. He wondered whether he would have told them, or whether he would have kept it a secret there too. He wondered whether they would have looked after him like he was a kid again; tucked him into bed with hugs and declarations that everything was going to be okay, or whether they would have carried on normal around him.

They must have known, he realized, that this could have been lurking in his future. Sacul Syndrome was genetic, and although from what he had read, having a relative with the syndrome was no guarantee, it was in his father’s family. His father’s aunt had it, that meant one of his father’s parents might have had it too. It was close. They had to know that it was likely to strike again. They wouldn’t have expected it now of course, not when it was supposed to begin in middle age, but they had to have known that it could happen one day.

Would they have prepared him for the possibility? Would they have talked about it, told him the facts? Reassured him? Had him tested for it? The blood test Noisi had done at that first appointment had been enough to confirm what Ezra had long suspected. Surely that was something that could have been done before symptoms showed; your genes didn’t change.

If his parents had lived, might he have known in advance that this was going to happen?

It still would have been thirty years too soon, of course, and it would have happened far more quickly than they might have prepared him for, but he couldn't help but wonder whether being forewarned would have made a difference.

And what about his father? Had he just been a carrier, or had he, too harbored the mutation that would have eventually taken his sight? Perhaps, if he had lived, they would have been going through this at the same time.

Ezra wasn’t sure whether that would have been better or worse.

It didn’t matter anyway; he would never know the answers to those questions, and so they were irrelevant.

He shifted on the bunk again, still trying to decide whether it would be better to get up and find something to do, or to simply lie there and suffer the boredom. The fever, the last illness his parents had nursed him through, had passed quickly. He remembered sitting on his bed, drinking a cup of the warm folk remedy concoction his mother swore would heal any illness, and declaring that he was bored.

His father had laughed, and Ezra hadn’t understood until his mother had explained. “It’s a good thing. If you’re bored, that means you’re getting better.“

He had been right, too. The following day, Ezra had been up and about, back to more-or-less his normal self. The day after that, he had been shipped off back to his lessons, and the whole thing had been forgotten, by his parents at least.

His father’s words had held true every time since then. The first hint that he was getting better was always that twinge of boredom as he found himself caught between what he wanted to do — or what he felt that he should be doing — and what he was able to do. He came to welcome it, because on the streets, illness could easily mean death.

But he wasn’t getting better, not this time. There was no getting better from this, there was only a long progression of getting worse. Somewhere along that road, it made sense that he might start to feel… not better, but… less bad about it. But not yet.

He reached inside himself, searching for the pain and the rising sense of panic that had been his companions over the past weeks since this had become official, and found them exactly where he had left them. He fed them images of helplessness, memories of Kanan in the weeks following Malachor, and the thought of darkness without end. They responded exactly as they always had, growing inside his mind until he could think of little else.

He felt an unexpected surge of relief at that, and realized as he did, that he didn’t want to feel better. Not yet. He wanted to learn how to move on, he wanted to perfect the techniques that Kanan was going to teach him, and learn how to cope with what was happening; he wanted to feel happy again one day, but he didn’t ever want to be okay with what was happening.

He shuffled backward on the bunk, straightened his back, and pulled his legs into a crossed position. He took a slow, deep breath, concentrating on the sensation of the air filling his lungs, on the pressure as he held the breath in place, and the release as he exhaled. He had come back to his quarters with the intention of trying to meditate, not hopeful that it would really help, but willing to give it a try if Kanan thought it might. Instead, he had sat on the bed and done nothing, which was -- despite what Kanan liked to tell him -- basically the same thing.

There was no point trying it now, he wasn’t in the right frame of mind, if such a thing even existed, but he could still use one of the techniques that Kanan had shown him to center himself and to banish the negative feelings, release them into the Force. He would always be able to find them again later, when he needed them.

He was still bored. It didn’t mean he was feeling better, it just meant he needed something to do. He had never been out of the action for this long before, there must come a point where no matter what else was happening, he just craved something else to think about, or to do. He ran his hands through his hair and glanced around the room, searching for something to occupy his mind. Not surprisingly, he found nothing. Defeated, he moved to the side of the bunk and jumped down onto the floor below.

Making the decision to do something had been easy, but actually finding something to do was more of a problem. Most of his downtime lately had been spent hanging out with Hobbie and the dokma, or when he was feeling braver, closing his eyes and trying not to feel too frustrated at his lack of comprehension of the world going on around him. He didn’t want to do either of those now. He hadn’t made any progress with the dokma recently, and if he wanted to sit around doing nothing, he could have stayed in his quarters and meditated.

He wasn’t sure what time it was, but it hadn’t been so long since he had gotten up, and the position of the sun told him it was still morning, or early afternoon at the latest. Hobbie was on duty until the evening today. He supposed nobody would object if he headed over there and hung out with the pilots, but he didn’t particularly want company. Not that much company anyway. He could have tolerated Hobbie, and even Wedge, but there would be other people there and he just wasn’t in the mood.

You never knew what people were going to say.

Two engineers that he vaguely recognized brushed past him, on their way to to the other side of the base, deep in an intense conversation that was beyond his knowledge level. Ezra watched them go, then turned his attention elsewhere.

Around him, people were rushing in all directions, it wasn’t the hurried sprint of an unfolding crisis, but simply people eager to get on with their assigned tasks. Snippets of conversation drifted in and out of earshot. He got the occasional nod from casual acquaintances, and a wave from some distance away, from someone whose face he couldn't make out. He waved back, then spun around, picking a new direction for his aimless walking.

Seeing other people have something to do, did nothing to alleviate his own boredom. If anything, it made it worse.

It was his own fault, he knew that. He was the one that had decided that being off active duty meant not doing anything. The morning after Sato had told him he was off missions, Ezra had made a decision. He had thought about heading out into the base and getting to work, proving that he was still a vital and useful member of the Rebellion; he had given it serious consideration, and then he had dismissed it. He had decided not to bother, that it wasn’t worth the effort. He had chosen to climb the ladder to his bunk again and hide away.

He didn’t regret that decision at all.

What he did regret, was doing it over and over again. That first time had been excusable. It hadn’t been a childish refusal to help out if he couldn’t get his way, he had been genuinely unable to summon the energy to do anything that might involve interacting with other people. Yes, it had also felt like some kind of personal rebellion against the rules that had been imposed upon him, interpreting the decision in such a way that he couldn’t help out, he wasn’t allowed. But he had genuinely intended to get back to work the following day. Or maybe the day after.

He just hadn’t done it.

He was fully aware that ‘childish refusal’ was how it might be interpreted by some people around the base, and he didn’t like that. But worse than that was the idea that they might genuinely think he wasn’t allowed to do anything anymore; that he had been banned from even the most basic of tasks as some kind of punishment, or because he couldn't be trusted.

Not that he cared, of course. People could think whatever they wanted. People had proven very effectively over the past few weeks that most of them were idiots.

He slowed to a stop in a less populated area of the base. Not far away, a single engineer was working on some minor repairs to a ship that Ezra didn’t recognize. The model was familiar to him, but the markings on the hull singled it out as either newly acquired, or recently painted. The images didn’t look like Sabine’s work; the colors were far too muted, but it didn't look like the work of any other artist he knew of on the base either, and there weren’t many to choose from.

From his distance, and with the sun behind the ship, he couldn’t make out how recent the paint job was, or exactly what it depicted. He took a few steps in that direction to check, or maybe to ask the engineer about it, but hesitated. Whether it was new or newly decorated, its presence demonstrated effectively how out of the loop he had become. Not long ago, he would have known if they had acquired a new ship; he might even have been involved in the mission where they had claimed it. If not, he would definitely have been at the briefing where it had been planned, and would have been privy to the information on how the mission had gone. Not anymore. There was no reason why he couldn’t have been a part of the briefings -- at least not as far as he knew -- other than that nobody thought to invite him anymore.

They probably thought that he wouldn’t show up. And they were probably right.

Even if the ship was old, not long ago he would have known if it had been decorated. If Sabine was working on a new project, she would have told him about it. At length, and whether he had been interested or not. If someone else were working on a thing like that, she would have known about it, and she would have told him about that too.

She didn’t really talk to him about art anymore. Not long before he had told her about his sight, she had pointed out the sunset, spoken about the colors and the luminescence and the beauty of nature, and how some things couldn’t quite be captured with a spray-can. She didn’t talk like that anymore. Not around Ezra, anyway. More than once since then, he had found her sketching only to see her put her work away as soon as she noticed him, before he could get close enough to see what she was doing. It was as though she didn't think he could handle seeing it; thinking about it. And maybe she was right, on some days maybe he couldn't.

But that was his problem, and other people shouldn’t have to censor themselves just in case he happened to be having a bad day.

He turned away from the ship; whether it was new and what the artwork showed didn’t matter right now, and the last thing he wanted to do was demonstrate to a stranger that he didn’t know what was happening around the base anymore. He could ask someone he trusted about it later.

He headed back to the center of the base. As he did, he watched and listened to the activity surrounding him. A woman he vaguely recognized from the races was pushing a stack of building materials, probably destined to form part of some new structure, through the base on a hovercrate. The distinctive high-pitched whine of the crate grew louder as it approached, and then faded away as it was pushed into the distance. A little ahead of where he was, two people that had pulled maintenance duty were laughing about the commissary food while they emptied trash cans to take to the incinerator.

Ezra couldn’t understand that. Apart from one ridiculously spicy chili, on the whole the food was good, filling, and hadn’t yet made anybody sick. There was nothing to complain about as far as he could tell. Of course, he did have a slightly different perspective on food than some other people.

On the subject of food, it had to be nearing lunch time now, and the smell of something cooking was drifting over the whole area. It had a spicy tang to it that he couldn't quite place, not something he recognized from Lothal, or from anywhere else he had visited on his travels, but it made his stomach growl. Maybe he would sneak in after the rush, see whether there was anything left.

A loud clatter sounded out over the relative quiet of the base, and every head turned simultaneously in the same direction. Where the woman with the hovercrate had been moments earlier, a man was now standing next to another pile of metal, staring down at it in bewilderment. His crate still hovered in the air, but only at one side; the edge closest to him created a slope down to the ground, with a pile of building materials at the bottom.

Ezra hurried over. The crate was a lost cause, it would probably need new parts, or at the very least a skilled mechanic to fix the malfunctioning antigrav circuits. “You okay?” he asked the man. “Nothing landed on you, did it?”

The man shook his head, still staring at the pile of metal. That was good; he was clearly having a bad enough day already, a trip to the med droid wouldn’t help anything. “Kriff!” he said. “We need these. If any of them are broken…”

Ezra clasped him on the shoulder. “Hey, these things happen,” he told him. “I’m sure they’re fine, they’re used in construction, right? They should be able to withstand a fall from a few feet.” He hoped. “Want some help loading them onto another crate?”

The man hesitated for maybe half a second, then nodded gratefully.

Ezra grinned, surprised at how good it felt to have something useful to do, even if it was just clearing up a mess. It was a start. Then maybe after he was done, he could offer to help out some more with whatever they were doing. Then maybe later he could talk to Hera about being assigned something to do on a more permanent basis.

Then, maybe he could even think about reading that message from Noisi and making himself the appointment he had been avoiding. After all, how bad could it be? The worst part had already happened; all this was, was a check-up.

Right?

At least it wouldn’t be boring...

#star wars rebels #swr fanfic #little by little #ezra bridger #sorry it's been so long since I updated the au #I couldn't get this one how I wanted it #it's still not there tbh #I hope you like it anyway

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I'm off the mind that Utah has to be before before April 15th I don't know what the obstructions are I kind of lost track of it it kind of got a little foggy when we start saying we have to cut the two out of it completely and started working at it and it's becoming impossible and I don't want to sit here and not do stuff but for crying out loud it's becoming impossible I mean in the rebels are kind of attacking Max but so I'm not sure what to say I'd like to get out of here before the 15th I think I have to this mandatory and come back before it we have like 12 days that's less than 2 weeks and not even a peep out of the Utah issue Thor Freya knows why

Zues Hera

Why beforehand he says because this place will be cleaned up it's a mess it's probably the stuff everywhere and people say I'm sitting right and I'll switch the stupid s*** that's what I say and we move tons of stuff out when he was up there today and he gave it an estimate of how long we wrote it down in stone and I said this he's having trouble from day to day with day to day stuff again it's really getting kind of crappy here I'm trying to grab them all the time just so lame yelling and shouting at him screaming stuff all day long this idiotic code and stuff all day long around him it's horrible this is very wrong for us allow it.

So we're going to get going on this ghwb thing and Utah and he wants to have his Giants go down there I said why I said we won't be able to do something it's probably bunker is holding it up and it's definitely shattered on and defeated Hudson with it and yes we did and no Trump didn't pull up there and dump stuff and it didn't work everybody came down on him and that worked so proud of myself it's risky but he says stuff like that too really it's the money they're going up there and the code and the Intel and trying to figure out who it is and there is a mystery cuz Max are working on it too it is a mystery to us we need to intercept it and we know who it is they're very difficult people and they're dead already gone and the computers are doing it. It's another reason to mobilize take out Texas and Texas A&M Texas instruments all sorts of computer companies over there I'll be gone and have less to work with they take your stuff over fast Max and billiam William say they know like the disease and they're up there the donut hole people that's a suit up bja. As a side note we delivered tons of donut holes to down syndrome victims everywhere baked and they're somewhat good for you tons of them and some coffee they were really pleased donut holes let's start saying you just look like you're staying there looking up there he just pointing and looking up I usually so you took a picture and we cast it and we're bringing it up there to the freedom center and it means something cuz they all have the donut holes they keep you around if it could work but you know what's wrong with that the smile and said well we're incongruous right now I think you're still in Congress yes no incongruous it's a word okay black guy...not now Chris I'm following one of you going after one of my sisters at least I think that's her I said no no that's Lily he knows Brian this guy is sleeping roll in a park out in front of his house maybe it was like Danny g actually it's got one of those plague dogs with him.

I take it back when I'm going that fast

All Giants report to duty globally all races Savage opress please you have the con.

Zues Hera

I respect you and obey you we are moving out this is what we shall do we have gotten orders from Thor and Freya after you said it and Olympus and the confirm now I can hear your voice and I can hear her we need it done tonight we need to move him tonight this is a momentous occasion I hear and I heard some songs that are from it so we know what to do we have tons of preparation that we've done all day long is a huge event so I called in more and more and tons of people agreed this is the man who made himself 100 miles high we need to protect the information from everyone else and we did the seek out anywhere when it went we need to know about this seaweed and if it went anywhere and what format there's a lot of talk about it so we trace it down and we haven't found anything and we did that too people use some contacts with their friends and usually that's where it goes if the computers had it we have it we have an in and he thinks that they might and on the islands in this weather trying things possibly and Thor Freya confirm and they do have Intel on it right now we're going to focus on Texas and ghwb and we're sure that there's going to be a huge fight there but we're telling them we're just trying to get him out through there they're saying we are too and it's going to be a nightmare they're going to think you're on the side we're proceeding now and thank you father and mother once again

Savage Oppress

You're very welcome and we're here if you need us as always

Hera Zues

You hear them talk and they sound like family because they are he's a father and he's a darn good one and we're going to obey and she's a mother and a darn good one and he's upset and angry and sounds mean and it is still him and he's still saying the right things his temper is not gotten the best of him and it's supposed to fool us but no we can hear him we do know what's going on and he sees it now as a blockade is bothered by blockades and things that are really close that are dangerous and actually it is ruination for Satanist most of the time

Olympus

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prepare4trouble · 6 years

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Star Wars Rebels fanfic - Late Nights (1/2)

Little By Little AU Masterpost

It was late, and Ezra still hadn’t come back to their quarters. Zeb wasn’t worried, Ezra had never been a stranger to late nights, and recently they had become part of his normal routine. That was fine; normal. He was a kid, late nights and bad decisions were part of the job description. Zeb just hoped he wasn’t making too many bad decisions, but there was only so much trouble someone could get into on the base, it wasn’t like his own adolescence back on Lasan.

Anyway, although Ezra hadn’t actually said so, it was a reasonable assumption that disclosing his medical condition would have earned him some medical leave, so it wasn’t like he would have duties to get on with early in the morning, and considering what he was facing, Zeb wasn’t going to begrudge him a few drinks at the races.

Enforced R&R was frustrating; Zeb knew that from his own experience of recovering from injuries, and from watching members of his team do the same, back when he had been in the Honor Guard on Lasan. This was probably worse than that for Ezra. It wasn’t like when Kanan was injured and had been recovering, the kid probably felt like nothing was wrong most of the time.

Well, no. He probably felt like something was very wrong, but he didn’t get to spend the downtime recovering from an injury; instead, he had to sit around and wait for it to get worse. So of course he wanted to distract himself with a few late nights. It probably wasn’t a good way to react, but it was a reaction that Zeb had seen before, and to much more minor problems.

Not that it would have been up to him anyway, it wasn’t like he was Ezra’s commanding officer, and he didn’t want to be. If Hera wanted to deal with it, or Kanan, that was up to them. He didn’t envy them that task. Although, he wondered if they even knew it was happening.

Well, if not, he wasn’t going to be the one to tell them.

Zeb did worry though, more than he should, probably. For all they still fought and argued, teased each other, and disagreed over the lighting in their quarters at night, he cared about the kid, and he thought the feeling was mutual. But in the absence of any way to help, he was still going to take advantage of the situation; if Ezra wasn’t there, Zeb could have the lights out until he fell asleep.

He hadn’t exactly been lying when he had told Ezra the light didn’t bother him, but it did make it more difficult to drop off to sleep, and he was sure he slept worse as a result. He didn’t mind much, not if it helped the kid to cope, but until Ezra turned up, the lights were staying off.

Zeb was drifting just on the edge of sleep, dream imagery beginning to press against his waking thoughts, when he heard the door slide open. Instantly alert, his eyes snapped open, his warrior’s instinct ready to defend him if necessary.

It wasn’t necessary, of course.

The light from the hall outside flooded into the room. Ezra didn’t enter right away. Instead, he hesitated in the doorway. Backlit by the light beyond, he was a dark silhouette framed by the door. His head moved left to right as he looked around the room, then took a decisive step forward without switching on the light in their quarters. He took an audible breath as the door closed behind him, plunging the room into darkness.

For a moment, it seemed to be much darker than it had been before the door opened. Zeb blinked and waited for his eyes to readjust. They did so quickly. Although the lights were out, the room was lit by two thin illumination strips that allowed in the smallest bit of light. Not enough to disturb sleep, but enough that the room’s occupant would be able to see something with the lights out. Not to see well, but enough to make out the shapes of the room around them. Well, for Zeb to, anyway. For someone with normal night vision.

Ezra was a dark shape against the gray of the wall. Zeb peered through the darkness, watching him. He remained there, completely still except for his head, which turned as he looked -- or didn’t look, as the case may be -- around the room again. He stopped, face angled toward one of the illumination strips. It was probably the only thing that he could see, not bright enough for him to actually see by but presumably bright enough that his eyes could pick it out among the darkness.

For now, anyway.

Zeb heard Ezra draw in a deep breath and expel it through pursed lips, like he was steeling himself for some unpleasant or difficult task. The kid moved his head again, staring out across the room like he was looking for something. Maybe looking for anything.

Total darkness could be disconcerting. If Zeb was right, and that was what Ezra was seeing when he looked away from the lights, he was probably trying to force his eyes to adjust, or maybe trying to confirm that they weren’t going to. Zeb continued to watch, feeling a little guilty, very aware that Ezra probably didn’t know he was being observed. He tried not to feel like he was spying.

Finally, Ezra slowly unfolded his arms. He reached out ahead of him with one hand, but placed the other on the wall behind him like an anchor. His hand hovered in the air ahead of him, not like he was searching for something; it didn’t sweep through the air, it simply led the way as he took two slow, careful steps forward.

When he was far enough into the room that he could no longer keep his grip on the wall, that hand joined the other, hovering ahead of him as he took a few more small and hesitant steps.

After a painfully long trip across the room, he reached the small desk where he kept his collection of Imperial helmets and other junk. He reached out until the backs of his fingers knocked against the edge, and then carefully unhooked his lightsaber and placed it on the surface. He removed something else from his belt too, smaller and more cylindrical, and placed that next to the weapon. That done, he turned ninety degrees, his hands skimming through the air, searching for the ladder to gain access to his bunk.

Now that he was closer, it was more painfully obvious how little Ezra could see. Zeb had known that already, from the way he moved, and from what he knew about the syndrome that was stealing Ezra’s sight, but at this distance he could see him so much more clearly. His eyes were open far too wide, as though he subconsciously believed that if he could just make them large enough, they would allow enough light in.

The uncomfortable feeling that he was catching a glimpse of the future came over Zeb, and he tried to push it away. Or maybe not the future, maybe it was an unwelcome reminder of the past; of Kanan, in the early days, when Zeb had felt helpless as he stood there in daylight, watching Kanan fumble in the dark.

Ezra located the ladder and put a foot on the first rung, then paused and let out a frustrated sigh. He reached down, and unfastened his boot. He placed it carefully on the floor, then repeated the whole procedure with the other one. That done, he picked them both up, and turned around, aiming himself back in the direction of the door.

Surely he wasn’t going to repeat the whole awkward, difficult thing in reverse, put his boots away, and then return to the bunk? It was going to take him forever.

There was a difference here though, between Ezra now, and Kanan in the early days after their failed mission. There was one simple way that Zeb could help.

Slowly, he reached over to the light control above his bed, and flicked it on.

Bright light exploded from the lighting units above his head, and Zeb instinctively closed his eyes. When he opened them again, Ezra was still standing in the exact same position, boots clutched tightly in one hand, the other arm covering both of his eyes. The visible lower half of his face wore a pained expression.

A pang of guilt hit Zeb hard, and he realized he had no idea how Ezra’s eyes might react to a sudden onslaught of light. It hadn’t been pleasant for Zeb, and he had both normal vision and the benefit of knowing it was coming.

“Sorry,” Zeb said sheepishly. “It looked like you might’ve been having some trouble finding the light switch.”

Ezra slowly peeled back his arm to reveal eyes half closed in a wary squint. He turned to face Zeb, and folded his arms again. It was a gesture that Zeb recognized, one the kid did when he was feeling insecure. He was still holding the boots in one hand, and they now hung at his side “No. I was trying not to wake you up,” Ezra told him. His words were tinged with frustration and he was staring down at the floor like he didn’t want to look Zeb in the eye.

He was lying. Or, no. Maybe he had thought Zeb might sleep through it, but there was more to it than that. If that had really been the extent of it, Ezra would have used the flashlight that Zeb could now see was the object he had placed next to his lightsaber, or he might have turned the light on, but more dimly than Zeb had. He had, Zeb realized with a chill, been practicing. He had been testing himself, testing what he was capable of doing without seeing.

And Zeb had blundered in and ruined it.

Although, the kid had almost gotten in bed wearing his boots, and Zeb wasn’t sure whether Ezra had forgotten to change his clothes, or simply decided it would be too difficult. Either way, the experiment hadn’t been a huge success.

Ezra wasn’t going to admit what he had been doing, of course, and so Zeb decided to play along. “Well, you did wake me up,” he said. “And I told you before, having the light on is fine. It’s better than you shuffling in the dark anyway. You’re not quiet, you know.”

Ezra spun around. He moved over to the closet and and thrust his boots inside with a little more force than was really necessary. He stayed there, kneeling on the floor, staring into the open closet; his breathing was slow and controlled, but like he was putting genuine effort into keeping it that way. “Right. I’ll try to shuffle more quietly in future,” he said.

Zeb sighed. Whatever he said to Ezra lately seemed to be the wrong thing. “No, look,” he tried. “I didn’t mean…” He gave up. It was hopeless. If he tried to make it better, it was just going to make it worse. “Sorry,” he said instead.

“It’s fine,” Ezra said quietly. He wiped a hand quickly across his face, then closed the closet door, turned back around and crossed the room in three quick steps. He clambered up the ladder into the top bunk, still without bothering to change into his nightclothes.

But it wasn’t fine. For some reason, every conversation he had now with Ezra seemed to follow the same course; Zeb saying something without thinking, Ezra taking it the wrong way, an awkward pause, an apology, and silence. It couldn’t go on like that. The definition of ‘normal’ had shifted now, it was shifting still. It was in a state of flux, and Zeb still wasn’t sure where it was going to end up, but one thing he knew for certain was that it couldn't be allowed to end here. It had taken time for he and Ezra to get to a point where they were entirely comfortable with one another, but now that they were there, he didn’t want to lose it.

He needed to keep the conversation going. But what could he say that wouldn’t come back around to the topic that he needed to avoid? He couldn’t ask Ezra about his day; it was obvious something had happened. Something that had prompted him to attempt to get around without vision. Whatever it was, Ezra probably didn’t want to talk about it. If he did, he wouldn’t have lied about why he didn’t turn the light on.

Or, maybe trying not to talk about it was the problem. It definitely hadn’t been doing Ezra any good so far. Zeb understood not talking, he had plenty of bad memories of his own, a lot of those he hadn’t wanted to discuss. Often though, it seemed they only started to get better after he did. It wasn’t the talking, it was what talking did; making a thing he had previously been afraid to say aloud become less taboo. Something that could be put into words was more comfortable to live with.

But how could he say that without the kid taking it the wrong way? Zeb would have taken it the wrong way if, as he recovered from his wounds after the massacre on Lasan, some well meaning fool had come over and said, “Hey, it’s okay, you just need to keep talking about it.” That had been the last thing he had wanted to do.

Even now, he didn’t speak of it often. But the difference was that he could.

Maybe it was a lesson that Ezra needed to work out for himself, and even if it was something that Zeb would be able to demonstrate to him sometime, now wasn’t that time. It was late, and they were both tired.

Still, he couldn’t leave it like that.

So maybe he couldn’t ask Ezra about his day, but there was nothing in his own day that could bring up uncomfortable thoughts for Ezra. At least, Zeb didn’t think there was.

He cleared his throat and turned onto his back to face the bunk above. “So, I had an interesting day today,” he said.

There was a quiet creak from the bunk above, as Ezra turned over, but no response.

“Hera had me out doing a perimeter sweep,” he elaborated, and chuckled. “You would not believe the crazy stuff I found out there.”

For a moment, he thought Ezra wasn’t going to reply again. The silence felt heavy and thick. Finally, the bunk creaked again. “What kind of stuff?” Ezra asked.

Zeb smiled, relieved to be getting somewhere. “It looks like people have been using that area near the perimeter beacons for all kinds of reasons. Makes sense; it’s still safe from the spiders, but it’s so far out of the base itself that nobody’s going to bother them.”

“Uh… yeah… I guess that does make sense.” Ezra stammered. “That’s okay though, right? I mean, there’s nothing wrong with going there.”

He sounded nervous, and Zeb couldn't help but wonder what he might have been getting up to out there. Ezra had had a lot of time on his hands lately, and he hadn’t been spending it in the Ghost. A lot of nights he’d been at the races, but the rest of the time? He had to have been somewhere…

“I don’t know,” Zeb said, trying not to sound like he was smirking at the kid’s discomfort. “Maybe I should start setting up patrols out there, just to make sure nobody’s getting up to anything they shouldn’t.”

“You don’t need to do that,” Ezra insisted. “People can’t be doing anything too bad, right? Surely we… they have a right to some privacy.”

Zeb frowned, now he was really curious what Ezra had been up to. “Yeah,” he said. “That was a joke. We don’t have the resources to have someone patrolling the perimeter.”

Silence, but a more comfortable one now. Then, “So, what stuff did you find?”

He had found a lot. Most of it had been hidden. He had spent a good portion of the day uncovering buried treasure, using the word very loosely. Some of it was nothing to worry about, like the burnt-down candles scattered on the ground that he had taken for the remnants of someone’s romantic picnic or night of passion, or possibly even some kind of religious ceremony.

Others, like the small quantity of dangerous explosives that almost definitely belonged to Sabine, were of more concern. He didn’t doubt that she knew what she was doing, but having something like that out there made him uneasy. He was going to have to have a discussion with her about it, maybe talk about finding alternative storage facilities. It wasn’t like the stuff would be easy to get at in a hurry out there anyway.

On the other hand, maybe it was better stored out of the way than in the base or the storage depot where an accident could get people killed, or destroy valuable supplies and equipment.

Other things, though they seemed innocuous, could be more problematic than they appeared, like the hole he found that had already been excavated by some kind of local wildlife. He knew it hadn’t been the spiders, because they couldn't cross the beacons, and he didn’t think it was the dokma, because he didn’t think they would be capable of it. But something had dug up a shallow hole where someone had been storing a secret stash of ration bars, and left only crumbs and chewed up wrappers behind.

Zeb didn’t like the idea that there might be creatures out there that he didn’t know about. Creatures with teeth.

“Someone had a bonfire out there,” he said. “No idea how we missed that. Only small, but definitely recent. There was a bunch of junk out there too, like a datapad with a broken screen. It still works, I don’t know if it was left there because it was broken, or left by accident and broken later. I brought it back for repairs anyway.”

It occurred to him that if Ezra had been out there, any one of those things could have been his doing. Well, not the datapad, because his device was a different spec to that one, but the fire, the food, maybe even — but probably not — the candles.

There was one thing that he knew with absolute certainty had nothing to do with Ezra. Zeb got out of bed and opened a drawer. The thing was still there, sitting on the top of the few items contained there. It was a small magazine, printed with ink on flimsi rather than in the standard digital format. He had found it half buried not far from the site of the bonfire, one page uncovered and rippling in the wind like a flag marking the spot.

“This is the worst thing,” Zeb said, and handed it to Ezra. He wasn’t sure how it had even come to be on the base, presumably some members of the Rebellion were willing to put aside their hatred of the Empire for a few minutes on occasion. Zeb wasn’t surprised they kept it hidden though.

Ezra took the small magazine, and his eyes widened. Zeb experienced a moment of panic as he wondered whether he should have shown Ezra that; he was, after all, still a kid.

There was a second moment of panic when he realized that Ezra might leap to the wrong conclusion about why Zeb had it in a drawer by his bed.

“Um,” Ezra said.

“I brought it back because I didn’t want it blowing onto the base and being found by someone,” Zeb told him. “And I’m going to present my findings to Hera later, I brought a few things back to show her.”

Ezra’s cheeks had darkened as he had opened the cover. “I can’t believe they actually print stuff like this,” he muttered.

Yeah, he really shouldn't have shown that to the kid. He was going to end up having nightmares about it or something. The Imperial military was terrifying enough; members of the Imperial military in various states of undress was… not pleasant. He supposed the thing had been created as some kind of propaganda, designed to lure people into enlisting. He wondered whether it had worked, because as far as he was concerned it would have the opposite effect.

Ezra turned another page, then closed the magazine quickly and handed it back to Zeb, holding it out between his thumb and forefinger like he didn’t even want to touch it. “One good thing about going blind,” he said. “At least soon I won’t have to worry about accidentally seeing something like that.” He froze the instant it left his lips, shock, surprise and embarrassment obvious in his expression. The words had clearly slipped out without his permission.

Zeb stilled too, turned half away from Ezra to put the offending item back in the drawer. He watched Ezra out of the corner of his eye, looking for a cue, something to tell him how he needed to react. Nothing came.

Zeb closed the drawer, shutting the magazine away, turned, and smiled as though he hadn’t noticed anything. “Heh,” he said. “Yeah, there is that at least.”

Ezra laughed. It sounded embarrassed and unsure, but it was genuine, and it chased the tension from the room. “I didn’t mean that,” he said when he was done. “It’s not. Not good, I mean.”

Zeb nodded, it was the kind of thing that didn’t really need to be said, but there was an urgency to Ezra’s tone, like it was vitally important that Zeb know it wasn’t true. “Yeah, I know,” he assured him. “Don’t worry, as bad jokes go, that’s not even close to the worst one I’ve heard. Or made, for that matter. You need to try harder.”

Ezra gave him a lopsided smile. He sat up in bed and swung his legs around to hang from the side of the bunk. He folded his arms across his body again. “Kanan says it’s going to be okay,” he said. “I mean, he would say that — he’s not going to say the other thing, is he? — but he’s okay now. I think. So I mean, maybe…”

Zeb sighed heavily. He pulled out his large chair and sank down into it with a grunt. “In my experience, anything can turn out okay in the end,” he said. “Want some advice?”

The kid frowned like he couldn’t possibly think what advice Zeb might be able to offer him, but he shrugged and nodded.

“Hang on to that sense of humor, make as many bad jokes as you can. The more awkward the better. Trust me, it’ll help.”

Ezra’s frown deepened slightly.

“I dunno,” Zeb said. “You already had to deal with more than your fair share of crappy things, maybe you figured that out already.”

“Not good jokes?” Ezra asked.

Zeb shrugged. There couldn’t possibly be any good jokes about this. Not right now, anyway. “I doubt you’ve ever made a good joke in your life, kid, so I don’t think you’re about to start now. But no, anyway. How it works is bad jokes bring the tension up about as high as it can go, everyone feels so awkward that when it’s over things feel better for a while.”

Ezra was still frowning, unconvinced. “Wouldn’t making everyone feel bad every time you open your mouth kind of undo that?”

“Did I say ‘every time you open your mouth’? You choose your moments, sometimes it’ll work better than others. Like now; we’re actually talking, if you hadn’t noticed. Think that would have happened if you hadn’t said what you did?”

“You’ve thought about that a lot, haven’t you?” Ezra said.

Actually, no. Not until this moment. It was something he had done reflexively at the worst times of his life, but he had never actually sat down and thought about what he was doing, or why. But now that he had, it made a lot of sense. “That’s right,” he said. “You know me, I’m a big thinker.”

Ezra lapsed into silence, and for a moment Zeb followed his lead. It was late, they should sleep. But he had been halfway there when Ezra had tried to sneak in, and being woken from that state usually meant he would have trouble getting back there. Ezra didn’t look ready for sleep in the slightest; for a start, apart from his boots, he was still fully dressed.

“I’m getting the impression you had a rough day,” Zeb told him. It was a fair bet anyway; they were probably all rough days at the moment, but there was something about Ezra tonight, something about the way that he had tried to get himself to bed without seeing, something about the joke he had made, and about the tension that was visible in his whole body, that spoke of something significant that had happened.

Ezra shrugged. “Nothing I can’t handle,” he said.

That was good, because whatever it was, the chances were pretty good that there was more of it coming his way. “Yeah, I know,” Zeb assured him. “But do you know what makes any bad day better?”

“Is this more advice?” Ezra asked.

“More like an offer,” Zeb told him. “C’mon, get out of bed. I’ve got a pack of waffles with our names on it, and you can tell me about whatever it is.”

Ezra blinked in confusion, then grinned. “Wait, you’re not actually admitting to having a secret waffle stash, are you?”

“What? No!” He had no idea how his private store had become such an open secret, but he wasn’t about to make it official. If he did, he might be asked to surrender it. All he had to do was get Ezra out of the room first so that he could retrieve the waffles. “Told you a million times, there’s no secret stash. I just happened to notice some in the kitchen this morning.”

“Riiight.” Ezra jumped down from the bunk and peered at Zeb suspiciously. “Funny, because I was looking for some for breakfast, and I didn’t see any.”

Zeb shrugged dismissively, and hoped he’d read the mood right. “Yeah, well, you probably missed them. You are going blind,” he said.

Ezra paused, like he was deciding how to react to that, then he rolled his eyes. “Fair enough,” he said, and headed out the door, like he knew exactly why Zeb wanted him out of the room first.

Which he probably did, but as long as he didn’t know where the waffles were hidden, Zeb didn’t care.

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