#ezra bridger x oc

[mydearlybeloathed]

𝐬𝐭𝐚𝐫𝐛𝐨𝐲'𝐬 𝐥𝐚𝐦𝐞𝐧𝐭

𝐬𝐮𝐦𝐦𝐚𝐫𝐲: the more important things could wait till morning. for now, it’s only you and him and the sky.

𝐩𝐚𝐢𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐠: ezra bridger x fem!reader

𝐰𝐨𝐫𝐝 𝐜𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐭: 930

𝐜𝐨𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐧𝐭: none

The sky was so vast, it made you feel so small. But somehow, you were okay with that. 

Yeah, you were small compared to the rest of the galaxy. You had no idea how far out the expanse of space went, and you didn't really want to find out, but you had a tiny part of the galaxy to yourself that night. 

Well, to yourself and Ezra.

Your head rested on his chest, curled against his side as his arm draped across your side. You held your breath slightly so you could breathe in sync with him, the action reminding you that the two of you were there. You and him were alive, despite everything.

It felt like not too long ago that you had nearly died for the umpteenth time. Such was the life of a rebel, you supposed. Though it was perilous, what else was there? Lie down and accept defeat? No, that wasn’t an option. Especially not after all you’ve lost to the Empire.

Someday, the Empire would burn. 

You shifted to lie on your back beside him and gazed up at the stars surrounding Lothal. The two moons glinted up above. The air was chill against your skin. Ezra turned his face to you, staring at your profile for who knows how long before he spoke up with a question.

“What’s wrong?”

Had your thoughts been so clearly displayed on your expression, or did he just know you well enough to tell? You preferred to think it was the latter and hoped to the stars that you weren’t that easy to read to everyone else. The only person—in this galaxy or the next—you wanted to be transparent to was the boy lying there with you.

You let out a sigh, and there was a weight to it that you didn’t like. “It’s nothing.”

He leaned up on his elbows, lopsided grin everpresent on his face. You lolled your head to stare up and admire his blue, blue eyes. “Tell me.”

The fragility of his voice, whispered into space, was enough to have you caving. “I had a dream. A bad one.” You paused, gaze unfocused. “Very bad.”

Ezra tensed at your side, drawing your eyes back to him quickly. You didn’t want to worry him, not when these visions had just started appearing as just that: terrible visions. “Don’t worry about it.”

But he’d taken your hand in his before you even got all the words out, his thumb tracing circles on your skin. “Tell me, please. Holding it in never helped me. Made it worse, actually.”

You knew that. You knew that better than anyone, being one of the only people on the Ghost crew to have truly seen how much Ahsoka’s death really affected Ezra. It’d been around a year since, and he was getting better, what with the Sith holocron out of reach and a good level of communication set between him and Kanan, but you remembered how close he’d been to snapping. 

So you told him exactly what your dream said.

“We were there,” you started, allowing Ezra’s hand to guide you to sit up and face him. “On Lothal. It was… burning. Not entirely… but something was definitely on fire.”

He kept holding your hand even though it shook in his grasp. “You were there, right in front of me… and he was there.”

“Maul?” Ezra asked, first reflex, but you shook your head.

“No.” You didn’t even want to speak his name. “Thrawn.”

“He—he was there, and then you weren’t.” You bit down on your lip. “It was so—so confusing. I saw so many things all at once, and then you were gone, Ezra. He took you from me.”

As tears began to glint in your donwcast eyes, Ezra ached with you. The assurance that this was just a nightmare grew and then died on his tongue; sometimes, he hated being in tune with the Force, espically when he could feel it revolving around you, your words resonating with the tensity of the weight all around him. 

His eyes scoured you for answers, wondering why you of all people would have to endure a vision of such heartbreak. What was worse was that you didn’t even realize any of it. It was unfair. 

His hand found rest on the side of your face, his thumb wiping away the one tear to escape. “Hey, hey. I’m not going anywhere.” Shoving away the Force in one mental swoop, the air fell calm. “It was just a nightmare.”

You didn’t catch his lie, as he feared you would. Instead, you leaned into his touch with half lided eyes, the late night finally getting to you. Ezra just about melted at the sight of you. He guided you closer into his arms and reclined back onto the grass, cradling you against him as your sniffling died down.

“I’m not going anywhere,” he mumbled into your hair, as if he were challenging fate itself. Visions weren’t set in stone, he reminded himself. They were unreliable. The Force could be wrong.

Setting the worries aside for another day, Ezra began to rub soothing circles on your back, his eyes fluttering shut as the sound of crickets rose above the labour of your breathing.

The galaxy was very, very vast, and Ezra was very, very small in comparison. But you were in his arms, and that was all the galaxy he needed right then. In the morning, he would deal with Thrawn, Lothal, the Rebellion, the Empire—all of it. 

Right now, he wanted for nothing but you.

#ezra bridger x reader #ezra bridger #star wars #star wars x reader #ezra x you #ezra bridger x you #ezra bridger x y/n #ezra bridger fanfic #ezra bridger x oc #angst

[justalittletomato]

The Princess and the Thief

A grand commission done by the amazing @kimageddon go check out her page and works!

Aster Oppress and Ezra Bridger were told from the very start their little infatuation with each other was doomed, well of course they did as many a youth do and defy what they are told.

A kiss stolen every now and again and likely another lecture waiting when they sneak back to where are “ meant” to be.

Aster crosses her arms and ignores what Maul says. Ezra is not like the Jedi he spoke of… “He would never hurt me.” Aster claims, Maul gives his daughter a hard look, “ He can make all the promises, but Jedi always hurt others…”

Ezra scowls and keeps his eyes down as Kansan reprimands him. Ezra protests“ Aster isn’t like that…I’ve told you. She’s nothing like the Sith. It feels right to be around her.”

What’s so wrong about how they feel? It was just first love. Aster senses Ezra’s distress, she sends comfort through the force. As if he were besides her, he thanks her kindly. It was as easy as breathing…

A bond between the two….

#aster #aster oppress #ezra bridger #Ezra bridger x oc #star wars #kimaggedon art #star wars oc

[readinglistfics]

no one:

thrawn:

#thrawn #grand admiral thrawn #mitth'raw'nuruodo #star wars #star wars rebels #star wars chiss #ahsoka #ahsoka spoilers #ahsoka episode 6 #thrawn x you #thrawn x oc #ezra bridger

[vaehbae]

(My art! Please credit if you repost) Rebel teases Sabine... - (Small Fanfic/description of what going on rn. I don't mind any errors..) Also, my insert OC will be mentioned so don't cringe. lol -------------

After what seems like days, Ahsoka, Sabine, Huyang, and Rebel successfully rescued Ezra Bridger. They worked together as a team and broke away from Trawn and the empires after Baylan betrayed Sabine. She told him she would be reunited but that didn't mean they both wouldn't be captured! Rebel helped sniff out their location once they landed on the new planet and broke them out.

A long battle was carried out after the escape and that was when Sabine realized Ezra was in pretty bad shape as they boarded the ship. The raven-haired man passed out cold once his adrenaline went down and he was then immediately rushed into medical attention. Huyang advised Ahsoka and Sabine to wait outside while he treated Bridger. This sent Sabine into a spiral of worry and frustration, she shouldn't have ever trusted Baylan and kept it together! She just wanted to see Ezra so bad but not like this! She watched outside as the droid began to strip away his clothes and check at the wounds scattered across his torso; other than a few bruises and cuts he seemed fine.

"Are Mandalorian women this bold when seeing a man with his shirt off?" Rebel's voice spoke out with a teasing grin across her face.

Sabine felt her face ball up into flush and embarrassment as she realized she had been staring! "Cut it off." She huffed out a whisper as his elbow knocked back into the hybrid's chest. Rebel's tail wagged behind her as she saw a Sabine's frown slightly curve into a grin for a moment just before it lowered back down into a harsh scowl.

Rebel just laughed and snickered like a child as she noticed the faint strokes of red painted across the Mandolorian's face. She looked up at Ahsoka who seemed to be hiding a chuckle before she suddenly stopped. They all looked up towards the door of the med-bay with worry lingering around in the air.

--------------- (Comment below on what you think is going to happen next episode!)

#sabezra #vaehbae #digtalartist #art #ezrabine #sabine wren #wolf #ahsoka #ocs #oc insert #ezra x sabine #sabine and ezra #sabine x ezra #ezra bridger #rebel #star wars rebels #ship art #fanfic #fanart

[kanerallels]

Finally, I have a fic worth posting for @jacensyndullaweek! (although I do have one thing that I'm gonna end up posting late that I want to share)

Prompt: Culture/Heritage

Rating: G

Read here on AO3!!

1. Sabine

“Are you sure Ezra’s gonna be okay with this?” Jacen frowned at Sabine as they headed into the cockpit of the New Dawn.

“Rule number one of art as a Mandalorian,” Sabine said. “Never ask. Just do. Unless it’s Hera’s room. Then you ask. Besides, the Dawn needs a little brightening up. No ship should be entirely gray.”

The boy wavered for another second, then grinned. “Okay, cool! Where are we starting?”

“That’s more like it.” Sabine paused, turning in a circle. “That wall,” she said, pointing. “You start there, and I’ll start on the other side.”

“What should I paint?” Jacen asked as she passed him the box full of small finger paint cans she’d bought just for this— it was a good place to start for a beginner.

Pulling out her paint guns, Sabine said, “Whatever you want. If you don’t know, start with a feeling. Or something you know. Just don’t hesitate. When you’re doing graffiti, you need to be confident. Got it?”

Jacen nodded, his eight-year-old face screwed up into a serious expression as he pulled out green and blue paint. “I got it.”

“Good. Let’s get started.”

2. Zeb

“Okay,” Hera said, pinching the bridge of her nose. Zeb recognized this expression— she’d worn it about a thousand times while lecturing him and Ezra back in the day. “Run it past me one more time. How in the name of the Force did you break your arm, Jacen?”

Wincing, Zeb said, “It was an accident, I swear.”

“It was!” Jacen agreed earnestly, struggling to push himself upright in the hospital bed and wincing slightly. Hera pressed her lips into a straight line— never a good sign.

“Why don’t you start from the beginning?” Kanan offered from next to Hera. His expression was serene, and he brushed a gentle palm against Hera’s arm, which seemed to calm her a little bit.

“Right,” Zeb said. “So, I was talking to the kid about some of the old sports they had back on Lasan.”

“And there was this one where the greatest warriors would jump from rock spire to rock spire, show off their climbing skills,” Jacen said, his eyes gleaming. “So I asked Uncle Zeb to show me—”

“—and he asked to try it out—”

“—and I fell,” Jacen concluded.

Throwing her hands in the air, Hera said, “And you didn’t even think about the fact that Jacen could get hurt doing that?”

“Well, Lasat cubs usually didn’t,” Zeb offered. “I guess I forgot that humans have more fragile bones. No offense.”

Kanan let out a choking noise that Zeb immediately knew was a snort of laughter, and hastily disguised it as a cough. Hera shot him a sideways glare, but her expression softened a few seconds later as she sighed.

“Thank you for trying to teach Jacen, but you do need to be careful. Next time, maybe start with something a little easier? Or make sure Kanan or Ezra are there to catch him?”

“Absolutely,” Zeb agreed. 

As Hera turned to talk to the approaching doctor, Jacen leaned towards Zeb. “Can we try it again when my arm gets better?” he whispered.

“Only if you get better at not falling,” Zeb whispered back. “I don’t want your parents to skin me alive.”

“Deal!”

3. Kanan

“Hey, Dad?”

Kanan lifted his head, pulled out of his meditation trance by his son’s voice. Tracking him to the doorway to his and Hera’s room, he waved for him to come in as he said, “What’s going on, kiddo?”

He heard Jacen move into the room and drop down into a similar posture in front of him. “I’m doing this school project— we’re doing family trees,” he explained. “And I need your help.”

Kanan chuckled. “With this family, I’m not surprised. Where’d you get tripped up? Miss an aunt or uncle?”

“Nah,” Jacen said, his matching grin clear in his voice. “Grandparents, actually. I got Grandpa Cham and Grandma Eleni on Mom’s side, but I don’t really know any on your side.”

Nodding thoughtfully, Kanan said, “Well, you and I are in the same boat there, actually. I never knew my biological parents.”

“Okay— so should I just leave it blank?”

Kanan frowned, stroking his beard. “You could,” he said slowly, turning the question over in his mind. It might have been easier just to leave it that way. But the point of these family trees— he assumed— were that the kids didn’t forget where and who they’d come from. The people who’d shaped their lives before those lives had even really begun. “Let me show you something,” he told Jacen, getting to his feet.

He knew the layout of the room well by this time, and it was a matter of ease to step over to the shelf nearby and pull down one of the holodisks stacked there. Turning it on, he let it rest in his palm and held it out to Jacen. “What do you see?”

“Um, two people— a man and a woman. Looks like they’re posing for a picture,” Jacen said. “The woman has braids, and she’s laughing. The guy’s more serious, but he’s smiling a little. He’s taller and bald, looks like he has darker skin than the woman.” He paused, then said, “They’re both wearing Jedi robes. Are these—”

“The woman is my master, Depa Billaba,” Kanan said, turning off the holodisk. “And the man is her master, Mace Windu. A friend recovered this holo for me a year or two ago. It’s the only thing I have left of them.” Reaching out, he pressed it into Jacen’s hand. “They are as close to family as I ever had.”

Jacen was silent for a moment, and Kanan waited, knowing his son was thinking. “Thanks for showing me, Dad,” he finally said.

“Any time, kiddo.”

4. Ezra

“Why are we going here again?”

Ezra glanced at Jacen, who was bouncing on his heels with impatience. “I thought you said we were going to do Jedi stuff,” the fifteen year old pointed out.

“We are going to,” Ezra said truthfully. “We’re just making a stop first.” Looking both ways, he started across the street, keeping one eye on Jacen as he followed him. The kid had finally outgrown his habit of forgetting to look before he leapt— mostly. At the very least, he looked both ways before he crossed the street now.

He was still willing to throw himself headfirst into situations, though, not unlike both of his parents. That included Jedi training, and Ezra knew that he should be just as excited as Jacen was for this.

And he was, really. He was just also pretty sure Kanan had chosen wrong, and that his old master should be training Jacen himself. 

But that wasn’t the point. Right now wasn’t actually about that. Right now was about visiting somewhere he hadn’t been since he’d gotten back from the Unknown Regions, and showing Jacen a new piece of Lothal.

Turning a corner, he spotted the old warehouse. Even just the outside looked different than it had in the years during the war— no guards, and the door was wide open.

He looked at Jacen. “Did your mom and dad ever tell you about this place?” When the boy shook his head, Ezra explained, “During the war, this was where the main black market congregated, particularly around Life Day. I used to come here all the time— mainly when I was by myself, but I came with Kanan and the others a couple times.”

Starting towards the entrance, he continued, “But Lothal doesn’t really need a black market any more— so now it’s just a regular one. One of Lothal’s hidden treasures. I thought you should see it.”

They stopped at the entrance together, and Ezra took in the familiar sights. He recognized some faces— the elderly owner of the stall selling woven blankets, the Gotal who pretended not to notice when he’d stolen a few kebabs every now and then— and noticed others missing. 

The war had changed everything, but they were putting it back together, slowly but surely.

He looked at Jacen, who was taking in the place with wide eyes. “So. Lunch, then training?”

“Sounds good,” the boy said with a grin.

5. Hera

“And you’re sure you’re ready for this?” Hera checked as she, Kanan, and Jacen headed towards the small building awaiting them.

Her son gave her a grin. “Mom, we’ve talked about this like twenty times now. I’m seventeen— I’m ready. You got your tattoos way younger than this.”

Wincing at the memory of the needle’s sting, Hera said, “I know. That’s why I’m checking. I don’t want you to do it just because someone said you couldn’t, like I did. It was terrifying—”

“And you were like eight,” Jacen pointed out. “Of course that would be terrifying. But trust me— I want to do this. I already got Dad’s looks, and I want to honor your side, too.”

Kanan, who’d been silent thus far, spoke up. “He’s right, Hera. Besides, he’s almost eighteen. Even if you put your foot down, he’d only be delaying it for a couple months.”

Letting out a sigh, Hera said, “I suppose I can’t argue with that.”

“Nope!” Jacen said cheerfully. “Besides, you let Dad get the tattoos.”

“Your father is a full grown man,” Hera said. “And incredibly stubborn, I might add.”

Kanan let out a snort. “I think we all know who the stubborn one is in this relationship, Captain Hera.”

Grabbing the door handle, Jacen said, “Yeah, I know better than to get involved in this argument. Come on— Ivri’s already inside!”

Hera followed his nod to where Jacen’s friend, the half-Mirialan boy with a perpetual smile, was waiting for them next to the Twi’leki tattoo artist. “Alright,” she said reluctantly.

“Go ahead, Jacen,” Kanan told him, catching hold of Hera's arm. “Your mom and I will catch up with you in a minute. Don’t choose anything obscene or too embarrassing while we’re gone, okay?”

Grinning, Jacen said, “I wouldn’t dream of it.”

As he ducked inside, the door swinging shut behind him, Kanan lifted an eyebrow at Hera. “What are the odds of him listening to that?”

“Well he has your genes, so about fifty-fifty.”

“Harsh.” Kanan paused, then said, “You okay about this?”

Unable to hold back a wry smile, Hera said, “You know me well, love. But… yeah, I am. Mostly. It’s just…” she looked through the window where Jacen and his friend were chatting with the Twi’lek. “Our little boy is growing up,” she said with a sigh. “It’s strange.”

“You’re telling me,” Kanan said with a sigh. “At least he’s less likely to shoot himself into the Unknown Regions than the last one is.”

Hera snorted with amusement. “He’d better be, or we’ll be having words.”

“I believe it.” Offering her his arm, Kanan said, “Shall we?”

Taking a deep breath, Hera looped her arm around his. “Okay. Let’s do this.” She let him lead her into the tattoo parlor, trying not to think about just how much her son was growing up.

We’re proud of him, though, she thought with a twinge. And he’s still our son. 

+1. Trill

(set a few weeks before the last chapter of Disproving The Love At First Sight Theory)

Jacen sensed it as soon as Trill woke up. Generally speaking, he wasn’t terribly skilled at sensing living beings— not the way his dad or sister were, and definitely not the way Ezra was. His master was one with the living Force in a way Jacen never had been.

But this didn’t seem to be true for Trill, for whatever reason. Jacen could always sense it when she woke up, and could track her pretty easily throughout the ship. It was like he was attuned to her, more than he was to anyone else.

Sometimes he wondered why that was, but since he was currently living in close quarters with not only her, but also the galaxy’s nosiest Kalleran, he decided not to spend too much time on it.

It was about ten minutes after she woke up that she made her way into the New Dawn’s kitchen. Stifling a yawn, she said, “Morning— what’s that smell?”

“Good morning,” Jacen said cheerfully. “Remember that mysterious package I… picked up on Cantonica yesterday?”

Trill arched an eyebrow at him. “You mean the one that you stole from the hotel and smuggled out under your poncho?”

“That’s the one,” Jacen said. “But the people there are corrupt and tried to kill us like four times, so it doesn’t count. Anyways— behold! Our new waffle maker!”

He flourished a hand at the maker, which stood on the counter, emanating the delicious smell of cooking waffles. Trill frowned at it, then directed the expression at Jacen. “You stole a waffle maker?”

“You’re focusing on the wrong thing here,” Jacen told her. “Remember, they tried to kill us. But also, yeah. Now we can have waffles for breakfast!”

Settling at the table, Trill swept her loose hair out of her eyes, and Jacen tried to pretend like his gaze hadn’t followed the movement, and lingered for just a moment. “Okay, I’ll bite. What’s so important about waffles?”

The iron beeped, and Jacen turned towards it. Rolling up his sleeves, he flipped it open and started to remove the waffle with a fork, responding to Trill’s question as he did.

“It’s a family tradition. My dad makes the best waffles in the galaxy— Uncle Zeb makes the second best, tied with me. We always used to eat them whenever my mom would get back from a dangerous mission, or before Ezra and I would leave, or any special occasion like that.” Maneuvering the waffle onto a plate, he slid it towards Trill. “And I guess… I wanted to share that with you. If you’re interested.”

She looked surprised, in that way she always did whenever Jacen said something like this. It was the kind of surprise that made him think maybe, just maybe… she’d stick around. 

For a minute, Trill held his gaze, then offered him a smile. “I— I am. Thank you.”

Don’t read into it, Jacen ordered himself, ignoring the way his heart skipped a beat at her smile. Aloud, he said, “Good. Cause I have a feeling Kasmir’s gonna be here soon, and he’ll be hungry. So you’d better get started on that waffle.”

“Will do,” Trill said, hopping up to grab a fork. Turning back to his work, Jacen felt himself grinning. Starting out a day with waffles and Trill? It really couldn’t get much better than that.

#jacen syndulla week #jacen syndulla week 2023 #jacen syndulla #sabine wren #garazeb orrelios #kanan jarrus #ezra bridger #hera syndulla #trill gedyc #jacen syndulla x oc #star wars rebels #swr #janus kasmir #star wars rebels fan fic #swr fan fic #writing stories is a kind of magic too

[demigoddessqueens]

love language star wars edition. (Rey, Kylo, Ahsoka, Ezra, Maul, Luke, Din, Anakin, Obi Wan)

Awww! I love these type of headcanons

Rey Skywalker - acts of service, words of affirmation

Ahsoka - quality time, words of affirmation

Ezra - physical touch, acts of service

Din Djarin/Mando - this man screams touch starved so physical touch and TONS of quality time

Obi Wan Kenobi - quality time, words of affirmation and physical touch

Darth Maul - gifts (albeit he’s getting used to giving and receiving), physical touch and words

Kylo Ren - all five of them (plus the therapy 👀), good things such as yourself rarely come in a lifetime and he’ll do whatever he can to treasure it

Luke Skywalker - gifts and quality time

Anakin Skywalker - I’m gonna say all five again for him because he’s one to love fiercely and passionately

#inbox answers #headcanons #Star Wars #star wars x you #star wars x oc #star wars x y/n #star wars x reader #rey skywalker #din djarin #obi wan kenobi #ahsoka tano #ahsoka x reader #darth maul #darth maul x reader #ezra bridger #ezra x you #the mandalorian #luke skywalker #anakin skywalker #anakin skywalker x reader #kylo ren #kylo x reader #love langauges #love language

[jennadknowsbest-blog]

Meet Hiba’s younger sister Eleni. She’s another one of my Mandalorian OCs.

Name: Eleni Jade Bridger Wren

Gender: Female

Pronouns: She/Her

Year of Birth: 16 ABY

Place of Birth: KnownWrest

Parents: Ezra Bridger (Father) and Sabine Wren (Mother)

Siblings: Hiba (Sister),Minerva (Sister), Kanan(Brother)

House: Kryze

Clan: Wren (Formally of House Viszla but switch affiliation with House Kryze by Countess Sabine Wren, Eleni’s mother, in 10 ABY.)

Titles: Princess of KnownWrest, Lady of KnownWrest, Lady-In Waiting to Princess Isabeth Djarin-Kryze, Knight of Mandalore, Resistance Sargent (During the Age of Resistance)

Appearance:

•5’2

•Light brown Skin (Middle Eastern X East Asian)

•Athletic

•Round face

•Has long natural black hair that she often dyes with a mixture of yellow and orange highlights.

•Blue Eyes

Notable Skills:

•Combat: is well trained in various hand-to-hand combat skills. She is also known to use various types of Westar blasters during various missions for her people, the New Republic, and the Resistance. She’s also skilled in some martial arts.

•Sword-Fighting: Aside from being able to wield lightsabers despite not being force sensitive like her brother and older sister, Eleni is considered to be an expert swordswoman who can wield various types of non-saber swords such as vibroswords, beskads, and Sith swords.

•Intelligence: Above-average intelligence. Excelled well at both the newly reestablished Royal Academy as a youth and in training with her clan.

•Expert Scholar and Historian: Eleni is both a scholar and a historian whose expertise is specialized in Mandalorian history and culture. She has worked with Dr.Arpha on ancient Mandalorian archeological sites to help study and expand knowledge on Mandalorian history with the intention to preserve them.

•Traditional Painter: As a highly skilled artist, Eleni specializes in traditional painting, putting her focus on hand-painting ceramics and statues while putting a focus on reviving the traditional Mandalorian cubism.

•Force Sensitive?: No

Additional Information:

•Although she’s fourth of Ezra and Sabine’s four children, she’s twin to her brother Kanan by four minutes.

•Her name honors General Hera Syndulla’s late mother Eleni Syndulla, Twi’lek martyr of the Rebel Alliance.

•Has a very tight-knit relationship with her entire family clan and the rest of the Ghost Crew.

•Her expertise in Mandalorian history and culture has allowed the Senate to pass laws to preserve ancient Mandalorian sites and return Mandalorian artifacts that were proven to have been stolen by the Empire. This also includes humanoid remains of fallen Mandalorians whose graves had been disturbed throughout the years.

•While helping the Djarin-Kryzes(Mandalore’s royal family) rebuild Mandalore and all of its cities and towns by providing historic maps and models on what they looked like before the Purge to serve as guides to rebuild and restore buildings and monuments that were damaged by the Empire.

•During her time with the Resistance as an officer, Eleni used her swordsman skills to fight off First Order Storm Troopers and sabotage missions that don’t end in them attacking planets they were planning to invade.

•Was trained by both her parents in various areas of combat, which includes the wielding of lightsabers.

Strengths:

•As a master swordswoman, Eleni is force to be reckoned with if one dares to fight her.

•Her knowledge of Mandalorian history is a great asset for understanding how to rebuilt cities, towns, and sacred sites across Mandalore and can be applied to the field of intergalactic archaeology.

•She tends to stay focus on whatever she plans to do without slacking off.

•Doesn’t ever let her personal feelings get in the way of doing a job.

•She’s very passionate and individualistic.

•Is willing to make sacrifices for others.

•Is a master problem solver.

Weaknesses:

•Can get sarcastic at times.

•Is known to get a little cocky.

•Due to knowing her stuff, Eleni is known to get a little arrogant at times, which can throw people off when working with her.

•Her naivety has been known to put Mandalorian and Resistance lives at risk during various missions across the Galaxy.

•She’s prone to become obsessive in some situations.

•Has a bad habit of getting herself buried in her own work.

Armor:

•Helmet: A typical Clan Wren-styled Nite Owl helmet that features her mother’s “signature” “Wren” jaig eyes like her older sisters’ but with Ahsoka’s “Fulcrum” symbol at it’s center.

•Chest and Neck Pieces: Similar design to what her mother’s was when she first inherited shortly after taking the Mandalorian creed and from during her time with the Rebellion. At its center is a star bird signet that represents both her family and the Ghost crew.

•Pauldrons: Similar to Koska Reeves’ but with House Kryze and New Republic signets on each side.

•Gauntlets: Typical Nite-Owl style in terms of design and functionality.

•Thigh Plates: Typical Nite-Owl style but similar to Koska Reeves’.

•Knee Armor: Similar to her mother’s.

•Shin Guards: Similar to her mother’s.

•Foot Armor: Similar to her Mother’s.

Armor Color Scheme:

•Cosmic

•Battleship Gray

•Dark Gold

•Yellow-Green

•Lacrosse

•Neon Gray

•St Tropaz

•Light Gold

•Green-Cyan

Soft Parts:

•Similar to her mother’s.

Belt:

•Similar to her late maternal grandmother’s but with a dull yellow sash around her waistline.

Weapons in Possession:

•1 Westar blaster

•1 vibrosword that was forged and modified to her own liking like having the hilt shaped like the original Clan Wren signet.

•1 beskad

•1 Sith Sword

#disney #starwars #mandalore #star wars #mandalorian #house kryze #clan wren #star wars oc #star wars rebels #ahsoka series #sabine wren #ezra bridger #ursa wren #sabezra #ezrabine #sabine wren x ezra bridger #sabine x ezra #ezra x sabine #mandalorian oc #custom mandalorian #lothal

[corelliansunsets]

jedi knight ezra returning home to someone on lothal

#Ezra Bridger #Star Wars #Star Wars rebels #Ahsoka show #lothal #rebels #clone trooper #oc #original character #clone trooper oc #arc trooper holler #jedi knight #jedi master #padawan #Luke skywalker #Luke x ezra #canon x oc #oc ship #loth cat #Loth rat #digital artist #star wars fanart #fan art #fan artist #procreate #clone wars #star wars oc #illustration #clone wars fan art

[belong2human-kind]

Yo guys! Remember when I created Lotie? My Sabezra kid? I also created a brother for her (and I thought about a 3rd kid too, but still deciding)

Well, Lotie's brother is Archer! I hadn't made his design when I first posted about Lotie but now I finally did it!! Here he is:

This is my first sketch, so I will probably change more things later. I always pictured Archie like a copy of his dad (just like Ezra is a copy of his own dad) but with Sabine's eyes and also: he has body marks / freckles like his sister (and no, in live action Sabine too with her adorable mole). I hope you guys enjoy! I'll try coloring him soon 💙

#my ocs #oc artwork #sabezra kid #sabezra oc child #sabezra #star wars rebels #star wars #sabine x ezra #ezra and sabine #sabine wren #ezra bridger

[ladykagewaki]

Fanwork creators self rec! When you get this, reply with your five favorite fics/art/podfics/etc. that you've made, then pass on to others. Let’s spread the self-love! 💖💖

(if you've already done this, feel free to ignore, unless you wanna do it again 😉)

That I'VE made? 🤔 I kind of forget about things I make, so it is kinda tough. I am reminded that I have doodled something when someone likes one of my older drawings. Or I get a random kudos or review on a story I wrote. I really do forget!

Drawings

Thrawn and Ezra Adventures, um, "featuring" Morai (It's just called Friday Doodle) It is one of my first Thrawn doodles on tumblr.

Baby Thrawn and Ar'alani It's basically the plot of the Ascendancy trilogy summarized in baby form.

Baby Tech Gets His Glasses It's not the very first Baby Batch, but the 2nd when I started to hone in on Baby Tech's hair tuft. I am considering doing a redraw of this lil story. Whattaya think?

Writing - Writing is very different for me than my doodles. I draw for myself, but I do write for others. So it's tougher to say what I'm proud of.

A Short Tech and Echo Adventure: Competition I love crafting a short little story, in this case a oneshot, and tying it up neatly or coming full circle. This one is a bit more of a short observation of their downtime and self indulgent display of my head cannons, but it worked out so well.

Thrawn and Ezra Space Adventures: The Ice Moon of Bantar I put a lot of effort into this story and love it so much. The few reviews I have gotten on this story have been very encouraging. The sequel not so much, but I expected that. I enjoyed writing this and researching various indigenous peoples to do my best to respectfully craft Saianna and her family. I used my own tempo of learning a new language to gauge how much basic she could speak. (If I can't say it in German, she can't say it in Basic!). But she is much smarter than me, so there was a bit of leeway with that. Overall I feel like this one came together swimmingly! (FYI there are explicit sexytimes in this story!).

#star wars #Thrawn and Ezra space adventures #mitthrawnuruodo #ezra bridger #Ziara #Admiral Ar'alani #The Steadfast #Baby CEDF #The Bad Batch #Baby Batch #tbb Echo #tbb Tech #Thrawn x OC #Morai #jcmmw

[wild-karrde]

I’d like to submit my wonderful friend @findswoman’s work! Her masterlist is here. She specializes in writing OCs, the Ghost crew, and Zuckuss. Her main WIP is The Book of Gand, an origin story for Zuckuss.

HECK YES! I am all in on anything Rebels-related (I need to see my live-action found-family like yesterday), but I'm going to out myself as someone that had to Google who Zuckuss was (I'M SORRY, MY STAR WARS DEGREE IS NOT IN BOUNTY HUNTERS. I'M DOING MY BEST), but now I can say I am QUITE INTRIGUED. I do really love learning more about the different background bounty hunters (my husband is all about IG-88, so that may have started with him). Also, I am staring at that Lasan series with GREAT interest. This is such a cool and unique set of recs! Thanks so much for sending it in!

Participate in Fandom Friday to show your favorite creators from this week some love! :)

#FANDOM FRIDAY #creator appreciation #fic rec #fanfiction #fan fic #star wars #sw rebels #garazeb orrelios #lasat ocs #zeb x oc #ezra bridger #hera syndulla #hurt/comfort #romance #zuckuss #angst #family relationships

[black-cat-babe]

Bo Katan Kryze tells the bedtime story of a little street rat and a beautiful Mandalorian to Grogu. Ezra Bridger convinces little Hope Bridger-Wren to settle down with a bedtime story about a brave bounty hunter, a Mandalorian princess, and a little Jedi warrior.

preview under the cut - written for day 5 of sabezra dinbo week!

“There lived a little blue-haired street rat,” Bo continued. “He was a sneaky kid who stole from the greedy Empire to give to those in need. His parents were good people who fought for the freedom of others. Because of this, they were killed by the Empire. The little street rat was on his own.” She paused as Din’s soft snoring drifted across the room. 

Grogu glanced up at the sleeping Mandalorian. “Patuu?” he asked.

“One day,” Bo said, “he stole from a brave group of rebels who fought against the Empire. Among these rebels was a beautiful Mandalorian. The little street rat loved the Mandalorian and did everything he could to try to get her attention.”

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“There lived a brave bounty hunter,” Ezra continued. 

“A bounty hunter like I’m gonna be?” Hope interrupted.

Ezra nodded. “A bounty hunter like you,” he agreed. “One day, the bounty hunter was given a job by the Empire to track down a special package. He fought back pirates and thieves with the help of an assassin droid to get this package. The special package was a little jedi named Grogu.”

Hope giggled. “That’s a funny name.”

“The bounty hunter brought the little jedi back to the Empire, but then realized that they were going to hurt the little one. With the help of other Mandalorians, he rescued the Jedi from and together they went on adventures across the galaxy.”

#star wars #star wars rebels #the mandalorian #ezra bridger #sabine wren #hope bridger-wren #din djarin #bo katan kryze #grogu #fanfiction #din x bo #ezra x sabine #sabezra #dinbo #sabezradinboweek #sabezra dinbo week #fluff #romance #im late for work yall #ocs #star wars oc

[justalittletomato]

Rebel Days Blurbs (Aster)

Aster thinks of her life, her present and future, ah the malady of coming of age in the start/middle of a galactic uprising.  Angst/Fluff 

@literatureandqueen @patchiefrog @kimageddon @any59 @by-the-primes @stardustbee @vinciwolf @eyecandyeoz @apocalypticwafflekitten @hannagoldworthy @storm89 @spookiifi​

Aster x Ezra Bridger  (yes, you read that right) 

Aster knew very well that she was supposed to be extraordinary. Well at least it felt that way when her father mentioned how perfect and wonderful she did, whether it be in training, her lessons or her manner, she was by all accounts perfect. 

She was perfectly enclosed in the Fortress that she had grown up in, safe from the outside galaxy away from the dangers that Maul had faced when he was even younger than Aster.

 What she knew of the galaxy beyond the red mists of Dathomir came from her lessons, books, and the holoprojector discs Maul acquired for her. She could spend so much time replaying the scenes of distant worlds. The bustle of Corosuant, the emerald shades of old cities, her favorite, Naboo. 

Maul did not have such a good association with the planet but if it made his dear star flower happy then he would acquire more discs for her. The capital city with its majestic pillars, the gardens where if she imagined enough had the most fragrant of roses as she walked back and forth through the projection, the lake country…

Oh she would just picture swimming to a small island in the middle of the lake, feeling the sun as she lay on the sand, catching fish if she pleased. 

One day…maybe…she will go to Naboo herself.

But that wouldn't be safe, no she was to remain here within the safety of the Fortress, this gilded homestead built to protect her from the harshness of the galaxy.

—-

Maul had been right. 

The galaxy was a cruel place. Warning after warning about the worlds beyond the mist and red star of her world. 

Here the empire ruled, here she was unsafe…

Yet she did not go back to hide. 

—

 “Now hold still, just a bit, you don't want it scarring” Aster did as asked as Ezra Bridger carefully dabbed bacta on her cheek. 

An small altercation during her latest undercover mission. Someone was not too keen on letting the pretty Zabrak run off after her scheme. Ezra was not too fond of Aster taking on the role of operative…Aster was not too fond of Ezra trying to lead her away from such missions. She was effective, she got intel, she could fight better than he could…

“I know you can, you have tossed me to the ground without your sabers plenty of times. Still hurts to see you get something like this…” the young would be Jedi places a small plaster over the cut. 

Aster leans into his touch, “I know, its just…” 

She wants to fight. The more they fight the closer they get. 

One day they will topple the empire.

 One day soon and Ezra would no longer have to worry and she would not be worried for him in turn. 

“And we will go to Naboo like you wanted, I can picture you just running into the lake because you saw some big fish!” he laughs, “ it will be different then” 

“Then we can go to Lothal,” Aster continues happy for her cherry red complexion making it difficult to tell she was blushing, “You can show me everything about Lothal.” 

“It is going to be a disappointment after a place like Naboo.” 

Ordinary, normal….not perfect just normal 

Aster wants that..ordinary…normal…just being…just being Aster and Ezra, nothing more. 

Just them. 

“I want that too,it would be nice to have that with you,” 

They look about them for anyone else, not another soul. 

Aster makes a soft sound as she is kissed. Ezra smiles gently into another kiss. 

“A promise then,” she sighs happily. 

When this war was done they would see Naboo and Lothal.

#ezra bridger #ezra bridger x oc #Aster Oppress #aster #zabrak oc #clouds ocs #clouds drabbles

[galactic-potterhead]

𝐒𝐭𝐚𝐫 𝐖𝐚𝐫𝐬 𝐌𝐚𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐭 ⋮ 𝐓ä𝐡𝐭𝐢𝐬𝐮𝐦𝐮 𝐌𝐚𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐭 ⋮ 𝐏𝐀𝐈𝐑𝐈𝐍𝐆 ┄ Din Djarin x Female Original Character ⋮ 𝐅𝐀𝐍𝐃𝐎𝐌 ┄ Star Wars

𝟎𝟑 || 𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐀𝐩𝐩𝐫𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐢𝐜𝐞’𝐬 𝐑𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐥𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧

𝐒𝐮𝐦𝐦𝐚𝐫𝐲:

17 years had passed since the destruction of her planet but what happens two strangers appear on Tatooine, both on a journey of their own.

𝐂𝐖: This story will contain various scenes of graphic violence, mature content, and possibly traumatic details. Character Death, childhood trauma resurfacing.

Note || I am so sorry for the late update! I ended up getting the Flu + Bronchitis right after getting over Covid, so I was busy trying to get better. This is my first Christmas post; if you don’t celebrate Christmas, than Happy Holidays to whichever one you do celebrate. I hope you had a wonderful time! Also, the inspiration for this chapter was ‘Hope It Hurts’ by Jessica Ricca.

Word Count: 3.4k (This was a long one :)

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𝐓𝐚𝐭𝐨𝐨𝐢𝐧𝐞,

𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐓𝐚𝐭𝐨𝐨 𝐒𝐲𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐦

. . . 2 BBY

Her father was a strange man.

Or so that’s what he always portrayed himself to be. For as long as Wren knew him, he always had cryptic messages ready for any occasions and overall had a different perspective of life. She always assumed that it was because of all his life experiences.

He rarely shared stories from his past but when he did — Oh, Wren could listen for hours. She found her father to be the most interesting man she knew. Though, technically speaking, he was the only man she knew. (Aside from her brother and Bail Organa, who was a good friend of her father’s.)

Wren learned all about his adventures with his former master, the Clone Wars, her mother. Although she never got to hear about his Padawan. Whenever the topic came up, he averted his attention to another tale. Of course, through the books she collected over the years, Wren knew his name was Anakin Skywalker but she decided not to pressure her father about him.

If he didn’t speak of him it was probably for a good reason.

“Birdie, focus.” Her father’s voice brought her out of her thoughts.

She jumped at his sudden appearance and looked up to meet his eyes.

Wren was supposed to be meditating while he went and made them lunch, but she just couldn’t concentrate. Something felt off. She knew that something was different on their planet but she wasn’t experienced enough to decipher what it was.

“Im sorry, isä. Something just feels. . .off? Something in the force is distracting and its throwing me off.” She apologised, accepting the mug of juice and a plate of veggie wraps, her favourite.

Wren hardly ate meat. Occasionally her father would make Tanarian Vulk bacon but only because it was so rare in the shops of Anchorhead, that was her one exception. She couldn’t resist TV bacon; but other than that she was almost entirely a vegetarian.

“Ah, so you do feel it?” He asked with a sliver of pride as his lips quirked up at the ends.

She noticed that it was rare that her father ever smiled anymore, but when he did it made her feel all warm and safe. She loved his smile. It was a sign of his happiness and affection. Something that was not seen often but she knew was there.

She nodded in response and chewed her food In silence. It was almost as if the force was willing her to be silent but she didn’t mind because she was far too hungry to complain.

“There are two new visitors on this planet. One from my past and another from someone else’s. One with good intentions and one with only one; my demise.” Her father spoke up, allowing her silence to be filled with his explanation.

Her eyes slightly widened at his bluntness but she didn’t speak, in fears of interrupting him.

“Maul is the one that invaded your homeworld, Stella Lux Prime. The one who killed your mother, ordered someone to kill your sister.” And as he went on, Wren could feel her dislike for the man growing.

Wren knew she ought not to feel hate but it was like a disease. This man murdered half her people on their planet, her mother and sister included. How could her father not hate him?

“I do not have any resentment toward Maul. It was never the Jedi way and it was something I stuck too even after the fall of our council.” Said her father, a gentle look on his face. “If we allow our own personal vendettas cloud our vision, how will we see clearly in times of need?” He added, clearing up her confusion.

She swallowed her food and placed her plate on the slab in front of both of them. “I won’t hold a vendetta against him, even after what he did. Lupaan.” Wren says, anger weakening away slowly.

He smiled shortly before leaning over and placed a gentle kiss to her forehead, just as he did many times when she was younger.

“I know you won’t. That is why you will accompany me to confront our visitors.” He insisted, leaving them to finish their lunches in complete silence.

The suns were still present when Wren and her father came across a young boy, no older than eighteen, as well as a white droid with orange, yellow, and green accents. The poor droid had lost charge in the attempt to cross the large acres of Tatooine’s sand field, and the boy lost energy to carry on.

The boy was unconscious at first sight but woke up to the sound of their footsteps. She squat down to his figure and he weakly glanced up at her. Wren couldn’t tell whether he recognised her or not but offered a soft smile in case he did.

The suns would be setting in the next hour so she knew that they had very little time to actually move him, let alone the resources to do so. They had only one blurgg at the time because Rory was sick. The blurgg barely fit the two of them as it was, so it was hard telling what he father had planned.

“We will settle here until he is prepared to leave.” Her father says, gesturing to the boy at her feet.

She nods in agreement before fixing the boy’s head on a rolled sleeping mat. Then proceeded to help her father prepare a fire pit in order to keep them warm.

~•~

When nightfall reached, the began to stir. The droid had woken up a bit ago due to her father charging him up with a light battery pack. She sat beside her father and their Blurgg in between the boy and his droid.

Since the droid, Chopper, had been restored of its power, it went on about who this boy was and who his owner truly was. She was shocked that the droid had trusted her with such confidence but she also felt honoured. Their owner was Hera Syndulla, and the boy, Ezra Bridger is a protégé of her boyfriend, Kanan Jarrus.

Wren enjoyed hearing about their wild adventures and began wondering what the galaxy had planned for her. Was she supposed to stay on Tatooine like her father? Or was she supposed to fight in the rebellion with her brother? She honestly had no clue why her father remained on Tatooine. Sure, the Jedi were supposed to be in exile but why Tatooine? They could have gone anywhere like Naboo, Yavin, or even Alderaan but they didn’t.

The shuffling draws her attention back to reality and she watched Ezra rub the sleep out of his eyes upon seeing her father, who was poking the fire with a stick, his hood still on which gave him an ominous look.

“You’re in the wrong place, Ezra Bridger.” Her father claimed, not even giving the boy a minute to settle in consciousness.

“Master?” He questioned, dazed and confused. “Master Kenobi?” He asks again, sitting up much more rapidly.

“Slow down, Ezra. You’ve just woken up from a state of dehydration. You’ll make yourself sick.” She chipped in, her tone much more soft and relaxed than her father’s.

His eyes dart to her for a moment, before they returned to the man at her side.

“I am.” He confirmed after a moment, sparing her a soft look. “And when you have your strength I will help you own your way.” Her father insisted before standing up and moving over to Chopper.

“On my way?” Ezra asked confused. “No, I came here to find you.” He frantically continued, looking over at him as he dusts Chopper’s top off.

She smiled slightly upon seeing his affection for the droid. Wren knew that he always had a soft spot for droids, thought he had gotten used to having to let them go if they were destroyed.

“To warn you.” Ezra added on.

“About Maul?” Wren asked, sitting up a bit straight. Whereas her father interlocked his hands at his front.m, calm and collected as always.

Ezra’s eyes get wide as he met her eyes for a moment. “Yes!”

But then looks confused, “uh, you know?” He asked, looking back to her father.

“One doesn’t survive as long as I have by being foolish or unprepared.” Wren’s father informed him, while walk past Chopper.

“Maul is an old adversary and a persistent one at that.” Her father says moving over to stand by Ezra.

“Not to mention her murdered my mother and my sister in cold blooded revenge.” Wren put in her comment, leaving her father to look sternly at her as Ezra’s eyes grew even wider.

“What? Im not saying I have a grudge against him for it. I promised, Isä.” She reminded him, throwing up her arms in defence.

“We can fight him together.” Ezra swore, holding up his fist with courage and determination.

Wren grinned at this. The boy was brave, she had to admire him for that.

However, her father doesn’t even face Ezra. “I had no intention of fighting him.” He told Ezra with a short glance. “Though that seems inevitable now.” He added, sighing discontented.

“You don’t understand. You’re the answer.” Ezra is in disbelief and she couldn’t blame him. At first she was too. “The holocrons told me. They said you would be the one to help us destroy the sith.”

Wren’s face twisted in confusion and she looked intently at her father. But he simply hummed and looks over at Ezra. “Hmm. It’s the first I’ve heard of it.” He says before turning to face Ezra completely.

“The rebellion needs you. We need you to defeat the Empire.” Ezra claims boldly and unrealistically.

She wanted to speak out. She wanted to claim that ‘the rebellion already had one of their best fighters. Her brother. Oberon.’ But she didn’t.

“What you need, you already have.” Her father insisted, stepping closer to Ezra. “unfortunately you seem to be letting it a go.”

Ezra looked confused once again by his cryptic messages but she understood fully. “But if I had what I needed why would the holocrons send me to you?” The boy asked.

Her father’s expression shift into gravely serious one and she had a feeling she knew why. “They didn’t. Maul did.”

Ezra looks shocked, almost as if he silently gasped and she pursed her lips tightly in order to hold the gasp crawling up her throat. This was a bait.

The older man puts a hand on Ezra’s back and encouraged him to take a seat with him, while wren remained seated across from them. “Maul used your desire to do good to deceive you and in doing so he has altered the course of many things.”

Ezra looks ashamed and almost embarrassed. She felt sorry for him. Wren knew all too well what it felt like to be taken advantage of when in the realm of ignorance. You never truly move on from it. She would know. It has been a constant reminder for her; never trust anyone. Her brother and father were exceptions.

“He knows your fears, your heart, and he manipulated the truth — which has led you here, where you should never have been.” Her father explains while looking into the fire, only taking a single glance at Ezra.

Ezra looking at the fire says, “But the holocrons, they tell the truth.” Ezra tried to defend.

Slight amusement cheered her father’s grave expression and he looks over at Ezra with sort of a ‘Oh really’ expression. “Do they?” He paused. “The truth is often what we make of it.” He explored, looking at Ezra passionately.

“You heard what you wanted to hear, believed what you wanted to believe. And now, the only one who has gained anything from all of this is…” Her father spoke calmly, him and Ezra looking at each other now. As he trailed off slightly, she felt a tingle up her spine.

Then an arm curled around her neck before she could react. She withheld her gasp and dug her nails into the unexpected assailant.

“Me.” A man growled from behind her, getting both of their attentions.

“You know, it is really hard forgiving you when you do things like this.” She managed to choke out, his grip tightened but he didn’t respond.

Ezra went to stand up but her father pushed him back down and gets Ezra to look at him. “You must go now.” He encouraged the boy calmly, despite her being held captive in the arms of his enemy.

Ezra looked irritated. “I led him to you. Let me make it right.” Ezra says, his face softening as he reached out to the former Jedi Master. Though his eyes hardly moved from hers.

He glanced over his shoulder giving him a parenting scold. “That is not your responsibility. I will mend this old wound.”

Just by his presence in the force, she could assume Maul almost looked impressed or shocked by his words but his scowls returned as quickly as it had disappeared.

Her father gestures to the blurgg while looking at Ezra. “Ride North. That is your way out.”

Maul squeezed her throat and her eyes lifted, in an attempt of meeting his eyes to show her annoyance, but failed. Wren clawed his he skin but he didn’t even flinch.

The blurgg grunts and Chopper flew up, happy to return back to his owner and her father spoke again. “Your way home.” Her father added to his previous statement, much softer.

They share a look of understanding and Ezra climbed onto the blurgg without another argument. Chopper lowers onto the blurgg also. Ezra gave her an apologetic frown and she shook her head as best she could, mustering a small smile in return to show that she was alright.

Ezra jerks the reigns slightly and the blurgg turns and begins to walk away with a grunt.

“See you soon apprentice.” Maul called out. He sounded mad as a hatter and she felt a small bubble of fear.

Her father turns his head at his words and then slowly turns around to face them again. Maul had his free hand-up in a goodbye, sarcastic most likely. He sighs as Ezra rides away and then looks to the older Jedi.

“Look what has become of you.”Maul sneered. “A rat in the desert.”

“Look what I have risen above.” He returned, in a matter-of-fact tone.

“I’ve come to kill you.” Maul says, pushing her up to her feet so that they could walk closer to the fire. “But perhaps its worse to leave you here, festering in your squalor and to grieve the loss of this pretty thing here in my arms.” Maul says as they circled around the fire pit.

“If you define yourself by your power to take life, a desire to dominate, to possess, then you have nothing.” He says as Maul stops, though her father still inches around the fire, glancing every other second down at her.

Maul growls and scowls. And in a flash of anger, Maul removes his lightsaber from his wood staff and ignites it. She jumped at the sudden red blade and he swung it and tossed sand into the fire. “Then what do you have?” He snarled.

The sand had put out the fire and she felt fear ride up higher. Maul held his saber horizontally, awaiting the next move and she slowly began reaching behind her.

Her father acted as a nice distraction as her hands moved slowly and quietly. Wren could feel the emitter graze her fingers and she curled her dominant hand around her hilt, awaiting her father’s next move.

“Why come to this place?” Maul asks, straightening up and gesturing to the planet around them with his head.

“Not simply to hide.” Maul continued and her father hardens his face more as if afraid-to look vulnerable.

Maul purred, pressed his cheek to hers. She winced but not because one of his horns cut into her eyebrow, but because of his faces closeness to her own. She hated when men flirted with her, it made her uncomfortable and even more so when they touched her without consent.

“Oh, you have a purpose here.” Maul says coming to a realisation. “Perhaps you are protecting something.” He assumes amusedly, in a teasing tone.

“No.” Maul amused. “Protecting someone.” Maul concluded.

Wren’s head jerked up to meet her father’s face and what she saw caused worry to burst in her stomach. A soft fear was shown as her father’s eyebrow twitched and his lightsaber is ignited in seconds. Eyes narrowing. She never knew why they had stayed snd Maul just came to a conclusion in minutes.

Despite her confusion, she swiftly connected her pieces together ignited her saber. Maul stumbles in confusion and Wren swiped at his thigh, momentarily stunning him. She rolled away from the zabrak man and ended up beside her father, who pushed her behind him protectively.

She watched her father twirl his saber slowly and get into his duel pose, just like he did in the clone wars. His saber up high and at his ear while his other held to finger up, pointing in his opponent’s direction. She found it quite dramatic but he was her father, she loved him for his dramatics.

Wren preferred to move unexpectedly.

Maul twirls his saber just as slow and held it out in front of him before ignited the other half of his dual ended saber. He spun his saber a few times (much faster than her father) before getting into what seemed to be his duelling position, his saber at his side almost behind his back.

A stare off happens and no one moves for a moment. She felt the tension rise and didn’t even need to raise her sage green blade to see it. (The colour of her crystal was sage green but it had a unique seafoam luminescent glow.)

Maul spins his saber again but this time grabs it with two hands. Her father lowers both his saber and his extended arm and holds his weapon outward with both hands before turning his upper body and holding his saber at-his side in his two hands. Both faces stone cold. It was as if they were having a show with their separate acts and she raised her brows slightly at that thought.

Maul’s feet shift on the ground, as if he were antsy and it didn’t go unnoticed by either of them, her father’s grip tightens and she prepared herself to jump into action if she ever needed to help her father.

Maul lets out a battle cry and lunges forward. Spinning his body and twirling his saber all at once, making a swing at her father’s right shoulder, who blocks it easily.

Wren took a step back and held her saber at her side, tensely.

Maul’s other end swings at her father’s ankles but he blocks it and with one powerful rut, he sliced the duel ended saber in the middle. He moved so quickly that she hardly even noticed that all in the same slash, he had cut Maul across his chest as well.

Maul dropped into a kneel and slowly lowers his sabers as they deactivated, before dropping them to the ground.

Her father deactivates his saber and catches Maul in his arms as he falls, so she deactivates her also and moved over slowly.

She couldn’t help but notice that her father held no hateful emotions on his features, he looks remorseful. Maul looks up at him with his bright yellow eyes. Stuttering his words, he says, “tell me. . .”

Maul reaches weakly for her father’s left shoulder but his hand drops. “Is it the Chosen One?” He asked.

Wren frowned looking at the red figure with black markings, before turning to look at her dad with just as much confusion. He looked even more remorseful down at Maul. “He is.” He confirmed disheartened.

Maul meets her eyes and she felt deep regret in his breeze. “I. . .didn’t. . .kill. . .your mother. . .sh. . .she eh. . .Escaped. . .” He choked out.

Maul almost looks relieved as he looks up at the stars. “The chosen . . .one…will avenge…us.” He says in his last breath, but Wren was far too focused on what he had said about her mother.

She stood up furiously as her father closes Maul’s eyes with a weak dip of his head.

While her father had placed a gentle hand on Maul’s right ribcage, she stared down at her father with betrayal, pain, and confusion.

What the hell did Maul mean when he said that he hadn’t murdered her mother and that she had escaped?

Surely he was just trying to get the last laugh? But something in the force told her that he hadn’t been trying to fool her. Ventora Vahva’Toivo escaped Stella Lux Prime. . . But she never looked for Oberon, her father, or her.

Translations:

Isä — “Father”

Aion. Lupaan. — “I will. I promise.”

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Rebel go wake Sabine and Ezra

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Good news, I actually remembered to update this for once in my life!! However, next week will be anyone's guess. Anyhow, hope y'all enjoy this next chapter in which I feature a beloved character of mine (no, it's not Kanan)!! And another OC I have joint custody of!!! First lines under the cut!

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“Wow. I haven’t been here in years.”

As Jacen stared out the front viewport at the soft blue and gold sphere below them, Trill sighed. “That makes two of us.”

Her friend glanced at her. “How long’s it been for you?”

“I’m not sure, honestly. Oran goes here a lot but I’m… less attached. You?”

“About four, five years,” Jacen said. “Last time I visited was when Sabine and Ezra had their fourth kid.”

“They have four?” Trill gave him an incredulous look.

“Oh, yeah. Mira, who’s about nineteen-ish, then there are the twins, Rex and Dawn, and Fenn’s the youngest.” Jacen grinned. “They’re great kids— I’m Rex’s favorite uncle, not that it’s a competition.”

Snorting, Trill said. “Oh, definitely not.”

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