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Ezra Bridger. Son of Mira and Ephraim Bridger. Born 15 years ago today. But once a Sith, always A Sith. Right? (Original title: A Jedi in Hiding/Finding Home) Struggling to stay alive, Ezra had had to join the Empire. Being taken from Lothal by the Inquisitor and trained as a Sith, Ezra has known nothing else. But after Ezra saw what he had been doing, he planned an escape and succeeded. But now, back home on Lothal, Ezra has to find out how to survive. Meeting the Ghost Crew is not something he planned to do, but he does and when asked to join, he cannot. He doesn't want to end up hurting them because of the bounty on his head. But, realizing that being alone doesn't always mean surviving. Ezra must figure out if he needs to be with the Ghost Crew or alone to survive and whether or not he can finally find a new home and family after losing his and his family so long ago.
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A series of one-shots about Sabine's life from when she joins the ghost crew to when Ezra leaves. [OR the one where all she has is her family and sometimes she can't win the fight without losing.] -:- She learns new colors around them; the brushing of fingers, the wind in the air; she's never felt these colors before. She thinks that maybe, maybe once she finds these colors, she'll be able to watch more. Understand more. Sabine adds the sky to her infinite pallet, even though she will never be able to paint what it feels like to be the wind.

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