I fought the urge to burst my eyes open so I could see where I was or who was with me. So I analyzed my surroundings with my ears. It was a seemingly busy places, footsteps echoing from what I could only assume was a hallway.
"She's been asleep for a week now." A disembodied voice complained. I've heard that voice before. But where?
"And we'll give her all the time she needs. She was battered up pretty bad." Hera's soft tone mixed with the unknown one. I blinked my eyes open, curiosity finally getting the better of me. I was in a rather bright room, there was two, buzzing, overhead light in the room. A hospital? One of my arms was carefully placed inside of a white, cloth sling. Cutting my mobility in half, but probably cutting the pain in half as well.
"You're awake." Hera said, giving me a warm smile. The stranger was walking right besides her, wearing a jetpack on her back. Her brown hair was flowing just above her shoulder. She wore a walnut colored jacket over her white tee shirt and khaki pants.
"And who exactly are you?" I snapped, taking my eyes off of the ceiling to glare at her.
"We're Kyber 7, I'd think someone would be more grateful after I saved their life, darling." I've heard that somewhere before. But where?
"Saved my life? What are you talking about? What happened?" The women's eyes darted over to Hera,
"What do you last remember?" Hera asked, kneeling down at my bedside.
"Falling. Ezra-," pain stabbed my heart like a knife.
"He's gone, isn't he?" Hera nodded, tears filling her own eyes.
"I've gotta find him." I said, sitting up from the bed, but Hera stopped me. Pushing me back down to the springy bed.
"You're in no condition. I order you to stay down until you're better." I rubbed my hand down my face as if to wash away this reality. Nothing made sense anymore. Why did you leave, Ezra?
"Before you both boarded the ship, Ezra confirmed mission Kyber 7. Our mission was to save Spectre-7 as she did all those years ago to us." The stranger's words hit me like a brick, one of my first missions with the Rebels was to fight a territorial war for a planet I didn't bother to find the name of, in exchange for supplies. That was one of the first times I actually used the Force, under the direction of Kanan. The mission was also how I got my rifle. In the end, the supplies we're destroyed in the battle, but the women gave me a violet kyber crystal.
"My name is Thalassa. You inspired my people to fight back and we wanted to return the favor of saving us." Thalassa said, lowering her head slightly in respect. She was the start of my journey to become a Jedi, to become Spectre-7.
"T-Thank you."
"You're welcome."
***
A few weeks later...
I slammed my good hand on the rust bucket's head.
"Chopper, don't be stubborn. Just show me the message." He beeped something sassy back at me. Being the helpful jerk he was, as always.
"Don't sass the person that could take you apart." He put his metal hands up in surprise, beeping in alarm.
"Oh, yes I would do something like that. Now... you ready to show me the hologram?" Ezra's hologram popped up in the open space of the lounge. I've gotta remember that for next time I need Chopper to do something for me.
"If your watching this recording, then I owe you an explanation. There were several paths in front of me. While this wasn't the one I wanted to take, it's what I had to do." He looked behind his shoulder, the sound of blaster shots could be heard very faintly in the background. Ezra turned back to me, continuing.
"That's something Kanan taught me. I'm going to miss you all. Zeb, you can have the top bunk back. For now. Hera, I, uh, left a melioorun in your cabin. I hope it's still your favorite." He took a deep, shaky breath. My eyes glittered with pain.
"Celeste, I-I don't know what to say. If you are watching this, that means Kyber 7's mission was a success. But it also means that I left you behind, and for that, I am truly sorry." He said, looking down at Starship, who was now rubbing on his leg.
"Sabine... and Celeste, don't forget, I'm counting on you. I couldn't have wished for a better family. I can't wait to come home." With that, the hologram dispersed into thin air, along with Ezra.
"Isn't there anything else to that message?" I asked the rusted droid, Chopper put his metallic hands on his sides, shaking his head.
"Are you sure? Ezra said nothing else to you?" The droid confirmed with a solid grunt. I ran my hands through my hair in frustration.
"I don't know what you mean, Ezra! Why not just flat out tell me? Huh!?" I yelled, plopping down onto the floor. The metal of the Ghost's walls pressing into my back. I covered my head with a free arm, suppressing the sobs that threatened to break out of their cage.
"You alright?" Sabine and Hera observed me from the doorway, concern painted on their faces. Hera's eyes darted back and forth between me and Chopper.
"You watched the hologram, didn't you?" Hera asked, kneeling down besides me. I nodded,
"I just don't understand why he would leave us here, with no clues whatsoever, and except us to find him. Where do we even start?" I whimpered,
"We start by protecting what Ezra fought so hard to liberate. There's no doubt that The Empire will come back to take it from us." Sabine said, putting a hand on my shoulder. Protect Lothal. But what about Ezra? Deep inside, I knew that they were right, for now, we would have to fight to protect Lothal.
But I wasn't going to forget Ezra. I had to rescue my fellow Jedi.
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Fanfiction"You are a Rebel. No matter what anyone says." Celeste Greys is broken. She lost the only family she ever knew. Her best friends, her mentor and any connection she had to her Father- gone when she left the Ghost Crew. Even though it is said time he...
