Legacy of the Rebellion

4.

I thought of trying something different this time. Hence, this chapter is a first-person point of view of none other than Sabine Wren! Btw, this chapter starts BEFORE Zol meets her in chapter 2. Enjoy!

My eyes opened as soon as the first rays of the star-struck the far wall of my room. Maybe it was due to the last vestiges of the constant paranoia that we were going to get caught by the Empire. Whatever the reason, it was an advantageous habit to have. Stumbling around, trying to wake my half-asleep brain, I knocked over a box set upon a desk. Grumbling to myself, I picked up the box only to discover that it had opened and the contents were scattered on the floor in a mess of memories. For they were exactly that, memories of my time as Spectre 5.

I switched on a holograph and there were all of them, Kanan, standing brave and proud but with a hint of a cocky smile peeking through and a haunting look in his eyes that you could only see if you knew what he had gone through. Yes, this holograph was taken back when Kanan still had his eyes and when Ezra still had his first lightsaber. Speaking of Ezra, he was starting to get in an argument with Zeb over something and Chopper egging them on. Finally, Hera looked on fondness and if you looked deeper, shining pride at her crew.

Her family.

Our family.

As I looked at them, I felt something that I hadn't felt in a long time. Longing. Longing for the good old days when we were all together fighting the Empire. Longing for the time when we didn't have to care about anything except our family and our home. Everything just came apart so suddenly. Kanan was gone, Lothal was on its last legs and it cost us Ezra to liberate it. Zeb and Kallus went to Lira San, Hera and Rex went to fight in the Battle of Endor and Chopper went with her.

I still had nightmares about him. Him accusing me of giving up on him. Betraying him, leaving him to die on an unknown world when he trusted me to find him. "I'm counting on you." Those words drove a spike through my heart and haunted me in my sleep. Some part of me knew that he would never accuse me and won't stop believing in me. Unfortunately, my self-guilt outweighed my rational thoughts. I looked up to see a black gripped hilt with silver accents poking out of the box, as if reminding me of my failure.

Get it together, Sabine! He wouldn't want to see you like this. With that thought and a monumental effort of will, I closed the doors to my emotions and schooled my expressions. Making sure that I looked normal, I exited my room to find something to distract myself with. As I was walking down the corridor, lost in my thoughts, I saw someone who was just exiting his room. That someone being a snarky kid who didn't know when to keep his mouth shut called Zolar Tristan Wren.

"Whoa, why are you out of bed so early, kiddo?" I inquired. Seriously, this boy didn't know what he was missing out on. Hadn't he ever heard of beauty sleep?

"I could ask you the same thing, ba'vodu." He said. Oh, so he wanted to play that game with me, huh?

"Oh, talking back to your aunt, huh? What would your mother say, I wonder." I asked rhetorically. Jade was a strict woman who was proud of her clan and clan Wren to a fault. Although I got her to loosen up a bit, she retained that strictness around Zolar.

"Probably something along the lines of 'HOW DARE YOU MOCK THE LINEAGE OF TWO OF THE GREATEST CLANS OF MANDALORE BY SPEWING SUCH VULGARITY FROM YOUR MOUTH!!' " I was stunned into silence for a moment just before we both burst into laughter at the same time. The mental image of the uptight woman going in a rage and screaming at Zol was too much for me to handle. Trying to suppress my laughter, I leaned on the wall, clutching my stomach to stop myself from doubling over. "That was worth a camtono of Beskar, if you ask me." I said breathlessly. "But seriously, that uncontrollable mouth of yours is going to land you into trouble someday."