The attack we anticipated never came and the Empire fell to it's knees not long after. Taken down by a Jedi named Luke Skywalker and his friends. Not long after the war, Zeb took Kallus to the secret hyperspace path to Lirasan, so Kallus could see that he hadn't decimated Zeb's people. And that they were thriving on this new world.
Commander Rex fought in the Battle of Endor, as did Hera. But by that time, there was a new member of the crew. Spectre-8, Jacen Syndulla, at a young age he had already developed a love for the air. But that wasn't the only thing he had developed, he also had a sensitivity to the Force, just like his father, my master, Kanan Jarrus.
According to Hera, Kanan and Hera were secretly married before his trip to Malachor. But after he was blinded by Maul, he distanced himself from everybody. It took time, but eventually they both mended their relationship. Hera managing to say I love you to Kanan before his death. As for me, I continued to search for Ezra from my home world of Lothal. But I found nothing, until one day, I noticed something strange dangling from Starship's collar. A chip, containing a series of strange numbers... and that's when I realized I needed to broaden my search.
I couldn't continue to look from Lothal, I needed to go into the metallic cosmos. We needed to follow the Purrgil. Tomorrow, we would leave with the aid of the Grey Jedi, Ahsoka Tano. To find our long lost friend.
"Master Greys?" Jacen asked, snapping me out of my reminiscing. We both sat on the ramp of the Ghost, the cold air filtering into my lungs. Jacen gazed up at me sadly. The padawan was progressing quick and he was doing very well. I taught him everything I knew, as Kanan did with me.
"Yes, Jacen?"
"Do you have to go?" I chuckled at the little boy, ruffling his emerald hair before answering.
"I promised my friend that I would bring him back home. A Jedi never forgets their promise." I explained, handing Jacen my lightsaber. Ezra's Purrgil symbol still dangling off of it. The boy took it into his small, gloved hands. Tracing the ridges with his fingers.
"He was your father's padawan and my best friend."
"Ezra Bridger, right?" He asked,
"Yeah, he was- is a great Jedi. One of the best I've ever seen. He sacrificed himself to liberate Lothal."
"Wow, I wish I could be as brave as him." The boy marveled, giving me back my saber.
"You will be, Jacen. You're going to be a great Jedi. When me and Sabine come back with him, he can be your new Master, and he can teach you all that he knows."
"But I don't want you and Sabine to go!" Jacen cried, putting his face into my jacket, his salty tears rubbing all over the leather. I paused, rubbing the boy's back comfortingly. Hera's little boy had already lost so much in his life. He never knew his Father, the least I could do was bring back his Father's padawan, who he treated like a son. Besides, Jacen needed a better master than me. Ezra could do just that.
"You know what, Jacen? I have something for you. I was going to save it for later but...," I pulled a familiar hilt out of my pocket. It was something I had been working on for so long. A gift for the child when he was older. Jacen gasped, knowing immediately what it was from the designs I had drawn for him.
"My Dad's hilt!"
"Yep. With a little of your own flair, it's locked in training mode, only me and your Mother know how to unlock it." The boy's eyes lit up as he ignited the saber. It's green light spreading across the fields.
"Wow. Thank you, Master Greys!" He exclaimed, wrapping me into a hug. I laughed, returning the padawan's embrace.
"You're very welcome, Kanan would've wanted you to have it."
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SPECTRE-7: RESTORED
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...
