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triptuckers · 7 months

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lost and found - ezra bridger

Request: nope Pairing: ezra bridger x jedi!reader Summary: along with the remainder of the ghost crew and ahsoka, you're trying to find ezra Warnings: HEAVY SPOILERS FOR AHSOKA S1!!! im warning u dont read this if u havent seen all of it yet Word count: 1.1K A/N: I survived the war (im posting fics again) but at what cost (brainrot has taken over)

your music is blaring through the speakers of your ship as you're working. though your ship isn't in need of any repairs, you're always finding new modifications and additions to upgrade it. at this rate, it's unrecognisable as the ship you once got from a sketchy dealer on an outer rim planet.

working on your ship is also a way to distract yourself. when you're focused on working with your hands, your mind doesn't wander off.

it doesn't wander off to hera and jacen aboard the ghost. it doesn't wander off to sabine and ahsoka on her T-6 shuttle. but mostly, it doesn't wander off to ezra. you try not to think about the fact hera is on an unauthorised mission, that you haven't heard from sabine and ahsoka in a while which is unlike them, and that you feel like you're not even a little bit closer to finding ezra.

even though you haven't seen him for years, you refuse to believe he's gone. you tell yourself you would simply know if he didn't make it. before you lost him, the two of you shared a strong bond in the force. you figured if something had happened to him, you would have felt it.

but after all of these years, it's hard to hold on to hope. you really want to. but at some point logic has to take over.

though recently, hope has sparked in you yet again. with the map ahsoka found, the chances of finding ezra have increased. you are optimistic again.

but the search hasn't been without danger. even now, you're worried.

which is why you're working on your ship. otherwise you'd just pace around or stare off into the distance with your mind running around in circles getting lost in the "what ifs".

a faint beeping sounds pulls you out of your thoughts. you get up from your position underneath one of the main consoles and get your comm.

'general syndulla for commander y/l/n.' comes hera's voice.

'go for commander y/l/n.' you say.

'hey y/n, where are you right now?'

'just working on my ship in the main hangar back on base.'

'new modifications again?'

'yeah, yeah, I know. "a good ship doesn't need modifications." well, I like them. the ghost could use some upgrades as well, you know.'

'no thank you, my ship is perfectly fine.'

you chuckle as you wipe your hands on your pants.

'have you heard from sabine and ahsoka yet?' you say. 'and when are you coming home from this unauthorised mission?'

'sabine and ahsoka are alright, we're actually on our way now. and we have some news regarding ezra.' says hera.

'you have news on ezra?' you say, unable to hide the relief in your voice. 'do you know how to find him? or where he is? is he okay?'

'we'll talk about it in person. we should be arriving soon.' says hera.

'I'll wait for you.'

'see you soon.'

hera disconnects her comm, leaving you alone with the music again. your mind is racing. they have news on ezra. you knew it, he's still out there somewhere. you're sure of it.

you quickly put the panel of the main console back and tidy up your tools. just as you pause your music and exit your ship, you see the ghost and ahsoka's T-6 shuttle getting closer to the hangar.

you anxiously await them, watching as they carefully land. the shuttle door opens and sabine and ahsoka come out of it.

sabine smiles as you half walk, half run up to them and pull them both into a hug.

'I'm so glad you guys are safe.' you say. 'it scared the shit out of me when I couldn't contact you.'

'we're alright.' says ahsoka, patting you on the back.

you pull back to look at them. they both look tired, but other than that they seem fine. sabine has a twinkle in her eyes and smile on her face.

'what is it?' you say. 'do you know something about ezra?'

'yeah.' says sabine. 'but hera should tell you.'

she points to the ghost, where hera has just exited the ship. jacen follows her, but is looking over his shoulder and talking to someone. at first, you assume it's merely chopper.

but as they walk further down, you see it's not chopper at all. it's a young man. he's wearing colourful robes and has a beard and curly hair.

it doesn't matter he's older than he is in your memories. it doesn't matter he still has the same eyes and the same scar on his cheek. it doesn't matter something in the force tugs on you so strongly, as if it has found its home.

none of it matters, because you would know him anywhere, in any universe, no matter who you are.

ezra. your ezra. talking with jacen as if nothing had ever happened. he's here, he's alive.

a sob escapes your mouth as you take off.

'ezra!' you yell.

you don't even bother to hide the tears as they stream down your cheeks. after all this time, he's finally here.

for a brief second you see his smile before you crash into him. you wrap your arms around his neck and bury your face in his neck, holding him impossibly close. you're never going to let him go.

words fail you as you just cry into his shoulder.

you feel ezra's arms around your back and get lost in the feeling. it's all so painfully familiar, as if no time had passed at all. yet you know everything has happened since the last time you saw him.

you slightly pull away to look at him.

ezra is smiling at you just like he did all those years ago. though he's older, he's still the same. still the same kid you met on the streets of lothal.

you reach out and brush a finger over the scar on his cheek.

'you're here.' you say breathlessly.

'I am.' he says.

you'd heard his voice in your dreams and memories and the recording sabine still has. but this is different. it means everything and more to you.

'you're as beautiful as the day I lost you.' you whisper.

'I dreamed of this day.' says ezra. 'thought about all the things I would say to you. it all seemed so simple. but now? I have no idea. nothing seems like the right thing to say.'

'but it is simple.' you say. 'I love you.'

ezra smiles even brighter. 'I love you too.' he says. 'I always knew I would see you again. we have a lot of catching up to do.'

you smile as ezra leans in and kisses your forehead. you'd finally found each other again.

A/N: If you want to request something, make sure to read my house rulesHere’s the list of characters I write for. Everything that I have written can be found on my masterlist. Please don’t repost my work, as I spend much time and effort on it!! Thank you for reading! Much love, Max/Marit

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gentlespace · 2 years

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It’s like Poetry, it Rhymes

My art piece for the @star-wars-rebel-minibang for the incredible fic linked above by @ferretrade !!

I was SO happy to receive this fic, there’s something about jedi lineages and the things they pass down that is just so so good!! I can’t recommend reading this piece enough, I have done so many many times now!

Here are the individual drawings too!

#my art #fic rec #mace windu #depa billaba #caleb dume #kanan jarrus #ezra bridger #jacen syndulla #shatterpoint lineage #star wars rebels #Star Wars rebel Big Bang

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whatevvvs · 6 months

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In my opinion luke wanting to reinstate the old Jedi orders code in fics is kinda getting old. I feel like there are a lot more interesting ways to generate angst for post-Rotj fics that isn’t luke being stuck on the past. A few examples of these are:

The new jedi order doesnt have the funding or institutional support the old order had, and luke doesn’t know how he’s financially gonna back his new order

Parents don’t really trust the new order, since the jedi haven’t exactly been cast in a positive light for a few decades

The old jedi order offered other things other than force training ie: excellent education, agricultural advantages, flight training..etc. luke who only has a Tatooine level education has no clue how to provide all of that

Luke doesn’t have any credentials when it comes to teaching young children

Luke is only one guy and organizing and running a school is lot of work on your own

Feeling left out from the other remaining Jedi ie: ezra & ashoka

Luke feeling insecure that he doesn’t have as deep or as long a relationship with either of his masters compared to Ezra or Ashoka

Luke feeling kind of sad that most of his training was geared toward defeating Vader, and trying to figure out the softer sides of the force himself

Luke and Ashoka having an awkward relationship

Luke not wanting to be the new republics attack dog, but also not wanting to leave leia on her own

Luke grieving the life he dreamed of having before he found out about the jedi

Luke feeling guilt because he feels like his duty to rebuilding the order is minuscule compared to leias workload

Luke thinking leia would have made a better Jedi than him because she deals with grief better

I think these would have better angst potential, and honestly luke struggling because he doesn’t have any of the material or financial benefits of the old order is really interesting.

#luke skywalker #leia organa #ashoka tano #ezra bridger #star wars #star wars angst #star wars fic #post rotj au

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heart-of-a-rebel16 · 3 months

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“Zeb?”

The Lasat blinked what little sleep he had found from his eyes.

“Yeah, kid?” he replied. Karabast, the kit had to pick the middle of the night for his big questions. Just when he was about to nod off to boot. “What’s wrong?”

“…can I sleep with you? Just for tonight?”

“Another one of those nightmares?” Zeb asked, more alert now. They’d been happening more and more since his final showdown with the Grand Inquisitor. Call it a blessing or a curse, but Zeb didn’t miss out on the small whimpers Ezra often made in his sleep.

The boy above him hesitated, then mumbled out an affirmative.

“Alright then,” Zeb sighed. “Get down here. Only so many hours to catch a few winks.”

The bunk above him squeaked, then fell silent as a small body slipped next to his. Without a second thought Zeb curled his arm around Ezra, tucking him into the crook of his arm. Most people were small compared to him, but karabast, he felt ginormous next to Ezra’s slip of a frame.

“You doin’ alright, kid?”

“Yeah,” Ezra sighed sleepily, throwing his arm over Zeb’s stomach. “Sorry for bothering you so late.”

“It’s okay,” Zeb replied, and it was the Ashla’s truth. The little loth-rat might annoy him to no end, but he was family now, and there was nothing more important to Zeb than that.

Ezra nodded, then shuffled closer, tossing his leg over Zeb’s. The kid was half on top of him; the contented sigh that came from Ezra killed any protest that could have come out of his mouth.

“Goodnight, Zeb.”

“Night, Ez.”

#star wars rebels #sw rebels #swr #star wars #garazeb orrelios #zeb orrelios #ezra bridger #star wars scribbles #little mini fic to go along with it!#I’m just saying if my older brother was a cat I take advantage of that for cuddles all the damn time

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spectre-week · 20 days

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Join us for Spectre Week!

This is a fanwork event week celebrating the Ghost Crew from Star Wars Rebels, AKA the Spectres.

May 25-31, 2024.

No prompts! Just a theme: Tales of the Spectres.

Alllll the backstories! Inspired by the Star Wars animated Tales… series, our theme will focus on the Spectres’ lives before they became a crew, a team, and, in some ways, a family.

Each day of the event will feature works about the day’s Spectre:

Day One-Spectre One (Kanan)

Day Two-Spectre Two (Hera)

Day Three-Spectre Three (Chopper)

Day Four-Spectre Four (Zeb)

Day Five-Spectre Five (Sabine)

Day Six-Spectre Six (Ezra)

Day Seven-Free

The only limitations for fanworks are these:

Character: Feature one character per day, on the appropriate day.

Timeframe: Tell any part of their backstory that you want, from birth until just before Spark of Rebellion.

NSFW: This event is open to NSFW content, but please tag it as such and place it under a cut as needed.

Other than that, the rest is up to you! We’ll send out more info soon, but we hope that’s enough to get you started. If you have any questions, Just Ask!

Please reblog to spread the news!

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milevengood · 6 months

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Can someone tell me if those prolonged glances are heterosexual?

#ezra bridger #sabine wren #ahsoka series #shin hati #shinbine #wolfwren #wolfwren fanfiction #wolfwren fic

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cunning-and-cool · 9 days

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Out Of Context memes for my latest WIP

bonus:

#ohhh brain worms are back #kallus time travel au #star wars #star wars rebels #sw rebels #alexsandr kallus #kallus #agent kallus #star wars fic #ezra bridger #kalluzeb

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tobytost · 1 year

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failing communication

#my art #star wars #star wars rebels #ezra bridger #luke skywalker #star wars original trilogy #skybridger #lil sketch partially inspired by the knotted threads fic #and partially by my own au :)

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kanerallels · 10 months

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Don't mind me just kriffing SOBBING over our blueberry boy speaking onscreen for the first time in OVER FIVE YEARS

#I AM LEGIT SO EMOTIONAL RIGHT NOW #AND HERA!!! SHE'S HERE!! TRYING TO PREVENT WARS AGAIN #i would like to see the broccoli boy next though thank you #AND SABINE #honestly i'm pretty okay with her potentially being force sensitive mainly cause she is in one of my favorite fan fics #mainly i'm just dying over the kanan parallels #and 'once a rebel always a rebel'#and HERA #and EZRA #and SABINE USING EZRA'S LIGHTSABER OH MY STARS #AND JUST ALL OF IT OKAY I'M LOSING MY MIND #star wars rebels #swr #ezra bridger

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ferretrade · 1 year

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Skybridger Week Day 2: Mistaken Identity (this one is... not as well executed as I wanted it but I don’t have the energy for something long sooo)

Luke points his blaster at the intruder. The man looks only slightly inconvenienced; his fingers twitch like he wants to reach for a weapon before he reconsiders.

"Who are you? What are you doing here?" Luke asks.

The night is dark and the alley they’re in, three houses down from the one Luke is waiting to approach, is even darker. The man, who slipped into the alley in a hurry, nearly bumping into Luke as he did, is close enough that Luke can make out his face in the dark.

"Jabba the Hutt," he answers with an unsettling grin.

Luke huffs, trying not to look amused. "Wow, Jabba, you look good considering you’re dead."

The man blinks, almost brightening at the comment. "Well, sometimes death doesn't really stick," he supplies cheekily.

"Who are you really?"

"Fine." His demeanor turns serious, but his eyes don't. They glint dangerously. "My name is Luke Skywalker, I'm here on very serious Jedi business. Top secret. Super dangerous. Can't tell anyone."

If Luke had more sense, he thinks he would stun this liar now. But this is… a unique opportunity. And there's something charming about him (Luke can practically feel Leia smacking his head, lecturing him about not playing along with criminals because they're charming or attractive). Still.

"That's impressive," Luke says, lips curling towards a smile. "But how can I trust you?"

"Well, I have one of these, don't I?" He pulls a lightsaber hilt from his belt and, oh, that makes things a lot more interesting. Was it his or did he steal it like Luke's identity?

Unwisely, Luke lowers his blaster. "I suppose you do."

Something in Luke wants to play this out. Besides, the Force would warn him if he was in danger, right? He doesn’t feel any ill intent from this stranger.

And, after a moment, they have bigger things to worry about. There's a clatter of noise from down the street that attracts both their attention.

"Karabast," he swears under his breath. "They're here."

"Who's here?" Luke asks, wide-eyed. There are two dark figures approaching the house Luke was guarding and now he feels ill intent. Whoever they are, they're the threat he was waiting for.

"Inquisitors," He says, moving already. "Stay out of the way."

Luke watches, frozen for a moment, as the man pulls out his lightsaber and twirls it around. So that answers the question of whether he stole it or not. Definitely not.

“Following me, again? I don’t know why you’re so obsessed with me.”

The Inquisitors pull out their lightsabers and start in on him.

“You know what we’re here for,” one growls. “Leave now or die.”

“Heard that before,” he scoffs back. “And yet, I’m still here. Not as powerful without the Emperor behind you, huh?”

Lightsabers clash, and Luke watches for a moment as the man fights off two foes at the same time. And then Luke charges.

“What are you—” the man cuts off when Luke wields his own lightsaber, eyes wide for a moment. (Luke can’t help enjoying surprising him.)

“Helping.” Luke supplies with a grin, parrying a blow. It only takes a moment for them to start fighting in sync, ending up back to back as they hold off the Inquisitors.

Just as quickly as it starts, the fight ends and the Inquisitors are down.

The door to the house whooshes open, Leia runs out, baby in arms. “What the kriff, Luke?” she whisper-yells. Truly her most terrifying form of anger. “You said we’d be safe here.”

But Luke can’t really focus on her, his eyes caught on the stranger who seems to be here to protect his nephew just as he is. A Force user. An interesting one—a handsome one. And one who is going through a series of shocked emotions.

“Luke? As in—”

“Yeah,” Luke grins, before Leia snaps at him again. “You are safe, aren’t you? Threat neutralized.” He smiles his best smile as Leia glares. “Go back inside, Lei. I don’t think anyone else is coming, but I'll keep guard. We’ll talk in the morning.”

Luke leans in to give her a half hug, making sure not to crush his nephew. He feels Leia’s tension melt away, just a little. “Ben’s safe,” he says softly. “No one’s going to take him.”

Leia finally agrees with a nod before she disappears back inside.

“So. Luke Skywalker,” the man hums, his gaze appraising. From the grin on his face, he approves.

“And you are?” Luke matches his grin. “Don’t tell me—it really is Jabba?”

His smile turns a little sheepish and he lifts his hand in a wave. “Ezra,” he finally says, and Luke can tell he’s being honest. “Ezra Bridger.”

“Oh.” Luke blinks. “I’ve… I’ve heard of you.” Everyone talked about Ezra back in the Rebel Alliance, and he’d worked with General Syndulla before. He didn’t know much, but he knew enough.

Ezra nods, a little impatiently. “Yeah, yeah. Not dead, disappeared for a while, now I’m back.”

Luke raises an eyebrow at all that. Something to unpack another day, maybe. “Well, I hope you plan to stay.”

That seems to surprise him again and Ezra grins sharply. “Is that an invitation?”

“It could be,” Luke decides, voice playful. He doesn’t know what he’s doing. It feels a bit like he’s about to jump off the edge of a cliff, but he likes it. “It does seem like we’re on the same side. I wouldn’t mind a partner.”

“How about, when all this is over,” Ezra waves around vaguely, meaning something between the bodies they need to deal with, the night they have in front of them, and the explanations they owe each other. “We start with a drink?”

His smile and response are easy. “I’d like that.”

#skybridger #skybridger week #ezra bridger #luke skywalker #look ezra never outgrows using outrageous fake names #he's absolutely going around the galaxy telling people he's luke skywalker #abp fic

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tarisilmarwen · 2 months

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Help me they're sooooooooooooooooooooooooooooft.

I say, as if I didn't write this passage.

#star wars #star wars rebels #sabezra #fanfiction #adventures in writing #preview for sabezra day thing #ezra bridger #prompt fics

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meiloorunn · 2 months

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this episode made me realize hondo would LOVE omega

i need a hondo ezra omega team up they would simultaneously be disasters and the most successful moneymakers in the galaxy

#can i get like a crack fic of this?#the bad batch #tbb #hondo ohnaka #star wars #tbb omega #ezra bridger

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is-that-sand-in-my-waffles · 10 months

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Me, prior to reading the Thrawn books: "wow, I wonder what Thrawn and Ezra have been up to? There's not much going on out there beyond the Empire"

Me, currently:

#mitth'raw'nuruodo #Ezra bridger #Thrawn #thrawn trilogy #Thrawn 2017 #thrawn alliances #thrawn treason #chiss ascendancy #The brain rot is terminal I fear #admiral ar'alani #eli vanto #I've read hundreds of pages of fic and my mind has been forever changed

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xxlittle0birdxx · 5 months

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WIP: Turning Point

‘You can’t use your own data cylinders,’ Kanan said.

‘I know.’ Alexsandr dialed back his irritation, and just managed to refrain from rolling his eyes. He hadn’t risen to his current rank in the ISB because he was an idiot. In order to succeed as a double agent, he had remain above suspicion or reproach.

‘How are your hands?’ Kanan lifted both of his and wiggled his fingers. ‘Ever had to pick pockets? You could use someone else’s to throw suspicion on them.’

‘I can teach you a few moves,’ Ezra offered. He buffed his nails on the front of his jacket. ‘I’ve got a few skills, if I say so myself.’ He gave Alexsandr a smug grin, pointing at him with finger guns. ‘And I do say so.’

Alexsandr grunted noncommittally, then brushed past Ezra to toss his empty bottle into the reclamator. He lingered over filling a cup with caf, then turned and propped a hip against the counter, studying Ezra over the rim of his cup. ‘You seem to be missing something,’ he remarked, nearly yawning with apparent boredom.

‘Missing what?’ Ezra’s brows knit as he began to pat his torso. Blaster, holster, utility belt. All where they were supposed to be. His hand closed over the empty air at his right hip.

‘I believe this belongs to you.’ Alexsandr held out a hand. Balanced across his palm was the boy’s lightsaber. Kanan snorted with aborted laughter, and quickly turned it into a spate of coughing.

‘What?’ Ezra spluttered. ‘How…?’

Alexsandr allowed one side of his mouth to curl up. ‘You aren’t the only street rat onboard.’ He picked up Ezra’s lax hand and slapped the lightsaber into it. ‘Coruscant Sector 42SE, Level Two, at your service.’ He fired off a sardonic two-fingered salute.

Zeb snickered and slapped Ezra on the back. ‘Well? Any pointers, oh master of pickpockets?’

Ezra, red-faced, clipped his lightsaber back onto his belt with a little more force than necessary. ‘You should practice on someone wearing an Imperial uniform,’ he muttered.

‘That’s a really good idea. I think there’s one in the storage cupboard that ought to fit you,’ Sabine mused.

‘Wait, why do I have to —?’

‘Because you won’t take it easy on him. And you know all the tricks of the trade, so he’ll have to work harder and smarter to get by you,’ Kanan explained, mustering much more patience than Alexsandr would have.

‘I will, of course, appreciate your expertise.’ Knowledge was knowledge, as far as Alexsandr was concerned. He never dismissed an information source out of hand, simply because it happened to come from a fifteen year old.

Ezra just managed to not scoff with an expletive under his breath. A sudden gleam came into them when a sly grin crossed his face and he gestured at Kanan and Rex. ‘Fine. But you have to practice with them.’

Kanan’s elbow slipped off the edge of the table. ‘Wait, what?’

Ezra deliberately stood next to Alexsandr. ‘C’mon, Kanan. When have you ever seen an Imp as scrawny as me?’

Zeb wheezed with muffled laughter, face buried in his arms.

#alexsandr kallus #agent kallus #garazeb orrelios #zeb orrelios #zeb calls him alex #eventual Kalluzeb #kalluzeb #ezra bridger #kanan jarrus #sabine wren #star wars rebels #au star wars rebels #star wars rebels au #star wars rebels fic #post s02e17:the honorable ones #rebel kallus #fulcrum #pickpocket #work in progress

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itmakesssenseincontext · 8 months

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Ahsoka's ship seems to only have single person bunks, so what if when they find Ezra he and Sabine end up sleeping on the floor, arms pressed together not because they want to sleep together or anything, but because they both think if they are apart the other will disapate like mist

Imagined what happens the first time one wakes up and the other isn't there

#star wars #sabezra #ezrabine #ahsoka series #ezra bridger #sabine wren #i mught write this fic tonight lmao

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spectre-week · 4 days

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Spectre Six: Ezra Bridger, AKA Jabba the Hutt, the Emperor's nephew, Lando Calrissian, Commander Brom Titus, Dev Morgan

Ezra Bridger was born in 19 BBY, on the day of the inception of the Galactic Empire, and grew up on the planet Lothal. Hoping to make the galaxy a better place for him, his parents, Mira and Ephraim Bridger, set up public broadcasting transmissions to speak out against the Empire's harsh rule. His parents were found and taken away by the Empire, leaving Ezra to live largely on his own for the next eight years and find work as a con artist and thief, stealing technology and reselling it on the black market, while unknowingly using the Force to occasionally get himself out of tough situations. Eventually, he would come to live in the abandoned LothalNet comm tower E-272, where he would keep a collection of stormtrooper helmets. Bridger would later be apprenticed to a Xexto named Ferpil Wallaway, who was the owner of a pawn shop in Lothal as well as a skilled pickpocket who had various underworld connections. Bridger would also befriend Moreena Krai, a girl of the same age as him, who knew of his under-handed skills. - Wookiepedia

Prior to Star Wars Rebels, some of the tales you could tell about this spectre are from these eras:

Bridger Family Era (Up to age 7)

Bridger Family Breakup Era

Loth-rat (Life on the Streets) Era (Ages 7-14)

Living in the Comm Tower Era

At the end of these eras, Ezra is 14 years old. We can't wait to see what you come up with!

Need more suggestions? Have a question? Just Ask!

#ezra bridger #tales of the spectres #spectre week 2024 #spectre week #star wars rebels fan art #star wars rebels #star wars rebels fan fic

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