to the stars who listen;

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[queenofbohemia-art]

young amilyn holdo

[ofrebels]

poe​:

poe listened as she talked. he could see the pain on her face , hear it in her voice. this woman had obviously gone through some heart break , pain and quite evidently war. he hated being cynical , but he couldn’t just believe everyone who waltzed in and said they were jyn fucking erso. he barely believed it when he met cassian for the first time. they were at war after all. 

his heart started to break as she talked. if she hadn’t stopped and turned back around , he would have gone after her. then she mentioned his mother , and his whole world stopped. he lifted a hand to his chest where his mother’s ring used to lie on a chain. the necklace hadn’t been around his neck in years , but he could still feel the phantom weight of it there. he looked at the ring for a second , recognizing the rebel symbol. he wanted to take it , but it was obviously meant for her. he looked from her palm up into her face.

“ shara bey was my mother , “ he said. he remembered hearing stories how his parents were rebel heroes. how his mother had met jyn erso , part of rogue one. he loved hearing the story of the rogue one crew. he always was partial to cassian , but he loved them all. and here stood another one , right in front of him. “ you really are jyn erso aren’t you ? she always spoke very highly of you ” he said, locking eyes with her. “ believe me when i say , no one has forgotten you. you’re a legend. a hero. i wouldn’t be here without you. none of us would, “ he said, a smile spreading across his face. “ keep the ring. it’s meant for you. “

-

      jyn’s hand had started to tremble slightly, she no longer cared whether it was noticeable, whether she made a fool of herself, the only thing that mattered to her was to be able to help the rebellion again, to actually do something with her life. it had taken so long for her the last time -how lucky she was to be able to have a last time, a second chance- and now she wanted to do things right. this time there would be no look of disappointment like the one in saw gerrera’s eyes as jyn’s despondent words it's not a problem if you don't look up left her lips. 

      “she had a boy” jyn whispered trying to control her emotions, if she had been raised different, if she had been someone else, someone who wasn’t emotionally stunted, then she would probably throw her arms around him and give him a hug, and told him that his parents were proud of how he had turned out to be. but she was jyn, and jyn only learned to care for others when there was no more time left. but maybe this time she could do better. her hand closed on the ring as she listened to poe’s words, she shook her head. they seemed impossible to believe, but then again here she was, back from the death. and saw’s final words save the rebellion; save the dream, rang in her ears. 

      “someone was listening...” jyn said with a smile, “thank you” she said putting on the ring, it was time she finally wore it, as with everything in her life there just had not been enough time. this time she was going to do it right, it was going to be her choice from the start, poe had called her a hero, what would he think if he knew the only reason had agreed to help was out of selfish reasons? not this time. this time she was going to do better, be better. “i want to help, if you’ll have me, i don’t know how or why i’m back, but i know i want to help, i want to fight.”

[ofrebels]

ami​:

“‘s not a problem, really. my sister and brother are both… crazy  protective. so they made me back about five fucking lunches worth of food for me to spend the day out here.” she found herself laughing at Ben and Hope. “I love em, force sakes, but by the maker do they care.” maybe she just wasn’t used to anyone but han caring for her. and even he was a bit of a disaster, so they both cared for each other. ditto with daldon. it was weird to have two hovering siblings in her life.

Jyn. Ami found herself smiling at the name. “Like Jyn Erso, right? your parents had good taste. rouge one was the best.” she nodded, approvingly, at the name. “I mean, my mom used to tell me those stories all the time when I was little.  Jyn was pretty cool.” is this what she always did? she laughed, a little, before responding. “fuck no. my life is… a lot more than this. i’m dirty smuggling rebel scum and i couldn’t be any fucking prouder. today is meditation day, though, i decided. the force was calling this morning. perhaps telling me to meet you.” she shrugged. “it’s been a lot louder as of late.”

holding a hand out, she smiled. “I’m Ami.”

-

     jyn smiled at the mention of siblings, she grew up an only child, and her parents had been taken from her before she had a chance to ask them for a sibling. but jyn thought of bodhi and how he had known jyn’s father probably better than she ever did, and how he had believed galen, and had saved the rebellion, saved the dream. yeah jyn would be lucky to have bodhi as a brother. she remembered baze’s words, wishing her good luck, little sister, he had called her. and jyn believed him, believed that they could have been a family. “the sibling experience” jyn said with a small laugh, making herself comfortable on the picnic blanket, because apparently that’s who she was now. 

    “rebel scum, i like that. nice to meet you ami” jyn said nodding, it had a nice ring to it, she wished she had had more time to fight alongside the rebels, more time to finally made galen, and her mother, and saw -saw who died not knowing that jyn would not let the rebellion dream die, saw who died thinking jyn didn’t care whose flags hung on the buildings. “i was a smuggler for a bit too, it was a very short run, enough to make some credits” jyn said with a shrug, “you are force sensitve?” jyn asked, her hand flying to her mother’s pendant, “my mum used to tell me stories too...” and then something clicked, “wait... you said jyn erso, and rogue one...” jyn said, the girl’s words finally catching up to her, “i am jyn erso... what do you mean by all those stories?”

[fieryhvpe]

SINCE  LEAVING  JAKKU  rey  had  been  to  so  many  places.  takodana.  ahch-to.  d’qar,  crait.  ajan  kloss.  ryloth.  minfar.  mon  cala.  batuu.  she  never  even  thought  she’d  make  it  off  of  jakku,  let  alone  exploring  so  many  different  planets  like  she  always  wanted  to  do.  “  it’s  beautiful,  isn’t  it?  “  she  asked,  talking  mostly  to  herself.  “  on  jakku  we  didn’t  even  have  trees  let  alone  all  of  this…  “  she  explained.  she’d  never  return  to  jakku  or  another  desert  planet.  green  was  her  favorite.

[ofrebels]

     it was all too much to process, amilyn had learned too much information in such a little time. she needed some time to meditate. it felt like so much time had passed since she had been able to just breath in her surroundings, specially considering that batuu was beautiful. so she had kicked off her shoes, and set to explore the woods -the woods where she had showed up- for a bit, hoping to clear her head. “it truly is, i wish we could all appreciate it a bit more” amilyn said with a smile, “you are from jakku?” she asked trying not to sound surprised, jakku was not the most kind of planets, “i’ve never met anyone from jakku, i’m from gatalenta”

[ofrebels]

alyrisa:

It was no surprise that the bundle of masters she’d ended up learning under had tried to plead her case, but it warmed her heart nonetheless. “I know,” she said with a. small smile of her own. 

When asked if she’d seen any of the others she gave a hesitant nod. “Kenobi. Amidala,” she held back that she’d seen Skywalker. He didn’t seem too keen on visitors and Quinlan wasn’t one for subtlety. “A rumor on the wind that Ahsoka’s around. Not to mention the force users in this time.” She said. 

-

    good girl, quinlan thought, unable to stop the pride he felt rising in his chest. council be damned, the only reason quinlan even made it back from the dark side was because of his attachments, the idea of disappointing his master, of betraying luminara and obi-wan, of losing the way aayla looked at him. 

    quinlan nodded at the list of names, more than he would’ve expected, but it also meant it would be easier to conduct and investigation, he wanted to believe this was the force’s doing, but then again the force is balance, what if they being back meant someone had to take their place? he could not allow himself those thoughts, so he focused on the hope the names gave him. quinlan wanted to ask about their whereabouts but as always got sidetracked, “force users in this time... are there a lot? are they no longer being hunted?” the last piece of information he had gathered had been about the great jedi purge.

[ofpilotisms]

breena was working on polishing up some scrap - actual scrap - when she heard the door open. she kept her eyes on her work , but called out a simple greeting. most people didn’t come into savi and son salvage just to browse, so she assumed they would approach her if they needed something specific. after a moment , she lifted her head. “ can i help you find something ? “ she asked pointedly.  she got uncomfortable when people hung around for too long. they might be looking for something special , and all breena had was scrap. at least , that’s what she told them. it never seemed to fail before. 

[ofrebels]

     quinlan’s work for the jedi council was a fine thread that the council didn’t seem to mind he was walking, as long as he got results. but through his work with the underground quinlan picked up a few tricks, mainly how to get information if he was lacking on credits. finally he was led to a place that might help him with his current problem, now here he had to think what he was willing to exchange for the parts he needed. “force be with you” he said, a strong instinct, uncharacteristic of him, given his undercover work, “i- um, well they said i could find help with emitters in this place...” he said revealing just enough.

[ofrebels]

lona​:

she reached out and squeezed jyn’s hand. ❝ i’m real, baby. i’m real. ❞ she was worried. why would this girl be confused about her being real? she leaned in closer and lowered her voice. ❝ are you one of the few that’s come back? from… the other side, from the force itself? ❞ she asked. of course she knew the rumors, met a few herself. a rebel named cassian, she heard of jedi masters and all sorts of other random people popping into batuu from a completely different time and place.

❝ getting left behind never gets easier. but somethin’ you gotta learn is how to keep up. you can’t get left behind if you’re running at the same pace. ❞ she cocked her head to the side a little, just thinking about this girl and what she was feeling in her instincts. ❝ do you love them? or something real close to that? ❞

-

    jyn’s usual stoic face (which of course had gone out the window the minute she met rogue one) betrayed her once again, and the relief on her features as she nodded to answer the woman’s question was as clear as day. so it was real, people like jyn were a thing that was happening around her, from the force, the woman had said, jyn could only pray to the stars that it was the force what had brought her here. because it meant that maybe this would have a reason, a why? maybe she was meant to do something, to finally stop only caring about herself. 

    “at the same pace?” jyn asked, she had never wondered if there was something she could about it, she just assumed they grew tired of her, or no longer had use for her, and that’s why she had swore she would never be left behind again. “love?” she shook her head, it could not be love, there had been no time, “i- no, i don’t... what do you call it when you are not afraid to die because they are by your side?” jyn asked feeling more at ease than she had since waking up in the middle of the woods. 

[ofrebels]

kalyn:

she nodded, accepting that. of course she sounded like Drama. Drama was her mother, as real as Kalyn was Fable’s. Kalyn smiled, just acknowledging and accepting that. she held her tight, supported her, as she led her into the plane. whatever this woman needed, she’d be there. she held her tight and walked in.

when they got into her plane, Kalyn smiled. on one side was a cockpit with an overhead bed, certainly Fable’s from the safety net put there and the stuffed animals and soft blankets, all patchwork, that covered it. on the opposite end of the trailer was a bay window-style outlet covered by a curtain, where Kalyn slept in her hammock. it wasn’t visible with the curtain drawn, but it was hers. there were cabinets against the ceiling, and across the center, forming an isle, were two benches, each covered in decorative coushins. altogether, a cozy place. 

but the thing that made it coziest were the holograms. she had a small projector (actually, four) all lined up under the cabinet across from the wall with the door and window. the whole wall was covered with a collage of looping, silent holograms from times in Kalyn, Fable, and Drama’s lives. the day Drama had adopted her. Drama singing to her, softly. her, growing up, playing with other lasek kids. Fable doing the same thing. Drama and Kalyn, now adults, both fawning over Fable. Kalyn’s first time performing. Drama holding Kalyn by the arms and swining her around. advertisements featuring the two of them. group pictures of alll the laseks. Drama, as an older woman, doing her last show. and a thousand holovids in between. each played on a short loop before switching to the next, and Kalyn loved that little feature in her home. every day, it seemed, she added more to it. what she didn’t realize was that right now it was also showing her friend how much time had passed, showing drama aging slowly and living life with her daughter.

“come on in, lovely cousin. make yourself at home. sorry about the mess. i’m sure you understand children don’t love cleaning their rooms.”

-

    this felt so familiar to amilyn, she had walked through these doors, stepped into the small plane before, it hurt that drama was not there to walk with her. she smiled at the comment about children, amilyn loved kids, she had never thought of herself as the marrying type, but she always hoped to be there for her friends’ children, be what you needed when you were younger, drama had told her, and amilyn had strived for that ever since. 

    amilyn had barely made it into the room when the images around her made her knees buckle. she could hardly believe her eyes. but it was as clear as day, drama, more exactly, drama’s entire life playing in front of her. she could trace the timeline, the drama amilyn knew and remembered, and then a little girl, the two of them growing older, and older, until drama was an old woman. “no” amilyn said once again finding herself overwhelmed by her emotions, “it can’t be, this is... no... how can it be possible... drama” the last part she said barely audible, a whisper to a lifetime she had missed out on. “how can it be? it’s been theorized before but-” amilyn’s mind was racing, could it be that she had traveled in time? stories of black holes, and wormholes, had she traveled in time? had the fleet waited for her and she never made it? did they think she deserted them? did drama believe she never wanted to see her again?

    “this is drama, isn’t it?” amilyn said pointing to a holoimage of an old woman, “and this is you, the little girl?” she now pointed to an image of the drama she remembered with a girl about eight, “i- i think i might have traveled through a wormhole, because i- i met drama as a young woman” amilyn pointed to another holoimage, “tell me, did she ever talked about me? amilyn holdo... did she mention me?” she finally said her full name, it didn’t matter anyways, if people knew who she was, “did she wonder if i had ran away? deserted? did she die thinking i never wanted to see her again? because i- i just got my ship onto hyperdrive, i was supposed to aid the fleet...” 

[ofrebels]

ben:

Ben listened as the other man spoke, realizing that he was slowly putting things together while simultaneously still being left in the dark. The whole situation was bizarre and the more people showing up was brining Ben so much happiness with both his sister, father and Obi Wan but also could open him up to potential threats. He wasn’t sure what to make of the other standing in front of him but he hoped it wouldn’t lead to a fight. Still, Ben remained guarded for fear that things could turn bad very quickly. 

“Not exactly.” He paused, deciding if he was going to let the stranger in on what was going on in his life for fear that being vulnerable would open him up to trouble. “Do you know Obi Wan? I am his padawan.”

-

     quinlan wondered if his face was betraying him, he had tried to keep a stoic face, a life spent dealing with the worst of the underground had taught him that the most important thing was to show as little as possible, but the young man in front of him was far from the likes quinlan had dealt with in the past, so he dropped all pretenses and allowed his face to show just how he struggled to connect all the pieces. not with the order, but a padawan of obi-wan? obi-wan who loved following the rules more than anyone quinlan knew? obi-wan the council’s favorite son? there must be something quinlan was missing. 

    “since childhood, we grew up together” quinlan said with a smile, the memories so overwhelming that he no longer cared if he was showing all his cards, “which is why i know something is not right” he remarked, “how can you be his padawan and not be with the order, obi-wan would never go against the council...” now he was talking more to himself than anything else, trying to make sense of what he had learned, “going rogue to train someone, you must be very dear to him... but even so... what am i missing here?” he asked more a plea than a demand. and unable to stop himself he added, “he's a great teacher, his last padawan and mine started their training almost at the same time, now they are both leading troops for the grand army of the republic, ani even has a padawan of his own, you are in great hands."

[smugglerprince]

            BABY BLUE EYES shift from the drink in front of him to the empty spot at the table across from him. he was supposed to be meeting with an old friend to catch up on everything; one of the few people that came to batuu that he knew. it was a strange place, people who were once dead suddenly alive, it didn’t settle right with him. he just hoped his sister wouldn’t make a comeback.

           he was dressed in his somewhat casual clothing; a bright white collard shirt and a worn black jacket with his black leather pants and worn out boots. his holster keeps his blaster secured on his left hip, and his saber concealed on his right hip. his curls rested loosely as  the blonde man presses his lips to his glass, only to set the glass right back down as someone settles in the seat across from him. he arches a single brow, clearing his throat and folding his hands. 

           “ i don’t MEAN to be rude, but.. that seat is taken. could you please find somewhere else               to sit ? ”

            granted, the bar was quite crowded.. maybe there was no where else to sit. he looks over the place and frowns slightly. yep. there wasn’t a single seat available. the prince huffs, looking over at the other with a sly smirk. “ well, i GUESS you can stay until my friend gets here. i will then have to ask you to get up though when he arrives. ” he stops one of the waitresses, ordering his drink then turning to the other.  “ what’s your poison ? ”

[ofrebels]

     tomorrow, tomorrow jyn would reach out to the rebellion -the resistance- she reminded herself, so that she could do things right. she spent her life thinking about herself, and unashamedly told the rebellion as such when they recruited her. and even when she agreed to help it had been out of selfishness, and truly because sh didn’t have another option. jyn wished it was different, that she had a better story to tell, but even while in jedha she still wasn’t convinced, it still hurt to remember the look on saw’s face when she said those words, it would be a lie to say she didn’t know what they would do. she had been mean and selfish, and wanted to hurt him as much as his abandonment did to her. but she wasn’t that person anymore, sure she had been left behind again, but she was not going to seek revenge, instead she was going to keep moving forward. 

     but tonight, tonight she needed to clear her head. lona had been more than kind to her, showing her a side of people jyn never thought she would see. the clothes she was wearing were more a little different that her usual, a little more revealing, jyn would never wear such impractical clothing, but she was glad to be out of the clothes she had died on. and while lona had offered food and drink, jyn didn’t feel right taking advantage, so she just stepped outside to clear her head. she headed for the cantina, with no credits jyn did no expect to drink, but the music and the voices from a dozen conversations would do her good.

   “oh” jyn said shaking her head, “sure, i- i just needed to clear my head, the noise actually helps, would you believe me if i said i didn’t noticed this table was taken” she said with a smile, “but of course i’ll leave when they get here” jyn holds up a hand, with no credits she waves away the waitress, “i’m okay.”

[ofrebels]

ami​:

Ami was sitting, hovering just a few inches off the ground, meditating. the girl did this a lot, lately. batuu’s force signature was weird (or maybe she, back from the dead, was. her mother wouldn’t let her off planet to find out). so, in an attempt to find out herself, she just sat, criss cross applesauce with her hands clasped in her lap and eyes closed.  when she dropped, suddenly, onto the picnic blanket she’d set out, it didn’t really hurt, even though the woman had almost stepped on her. “fuck!” she yelped it, clearly more surprised to be interrupted than angry, before grinning up at the woman.

completely oblivious to the fact that she’d chosen to wear her homemade rebellion shirt this morning, she laughed it off. “all good, I was just… feeling. that’s all. did you feel drawn here? maybe the force wanted us to meet.” she shrugged. “it’s as good as any other theory, at least. come on, sit down. my sister makes cake and i’m not going to be able to get back into the zone for awhile anyhow. come eat.” she patted the picnic blanket across from where she’d been plopped down. judging by… one of the three suns, it was noon. how did batuuans tell time with the suns? did they?

“it’s lunchtime somewhere, isn’t it?”

-

    feeling? jyn just smiled at the strange choice of words, and yet that wasn’t the most confusing part of her interaction. had she felt drawn? maybe, she wasn’t sure, she had just started walking and ended up there, perhaps it had been the force. there was so much that jyn didn’t understand, and even if she had been a skeptic before, it had started to change when she met chirrut and baze, and well the whole being back thing too, but that she wasn’t convinced about yet, and until someone found the reason why, she would not trust it. “maybe, i-” she said confused, her first instinct was to run, the girl seemed too much, she was cheerful, something jyn had never been, something jyn knew she could never be. 

   “thank you” she ended up saying as she sat down, a part of her unsure as to why, it seemed like her body had a mind of its won, because never in her life would jyn imagine she would be sitting down on a picnic blanket with a girl like the once across from her. she was everything jyn was not; bright and happy. how long until the girl noticed and regretted sharing her food with her? jyn tried to smile, but the underlying heartbreak made her weary of anyone showing her anything remotely to kindness. “i’m jyn” she introduced herself, “is this what you always do? meditate and have a picnic?” she asked trying not to sound like she was judging, but it would be a sweet life if your biggest worry was to have someone stepping on you by accident. 

[ofrebels]

poe​:

poe was looking over more reports. it was, quite frankly, the bane of his existence. he hated - no , loathed - the paperwork. it’s not that he was necessarily bad at it, per se, just that he would rather spend his time doing anything else. flying , or working on his x-wing, would be preferable. bb-8 kept him company as he sat pouring over his datapad.  he was grateful for the little droid, always staying around by his side. unless of course he went with rey while she trained, but he was okay with that too. 

he wasn’t sure how long he had sat there reading over reports of different skirmishes and the like, but eventually his eyes started to cross and his head started to hurt. powering off his datapad, he looked at bb-8. “ let’s go for a walk buddy, “ he said, standing up. the droid beeped happily and the two set off to walk around the base. various people approached him to talk, or ask questions as he walked. he didn’t mind. it kept him busy, and he liked being busy.

he was in the middle of talking to another pilot about formations when the sentry approached. he was handed a blaster, and looked beyond the sentry to see jyn erso’s face. “ excuse us, “ he said to both the pilot and the sentry before approaching jyn. he waited until the two left before speaking again. 

“ sergeant dameron was my father, “ he explained. “ commander poe dameron, at your service, “ he said, introducing himself. after a series of angry beeps coming from the droid at his feet, he sighed and motioned his head towards the little round ball. “ and that’s bb-8 , “ he added.

he turned his attention back to jyn. perhaps hearing the name attached to the person should shock him. after all, jyn erso died way before poe was even born. his parents and leia told poe all about the rogue one crew and the story of how the rebellion got the death star plans. the rogue one crew were famous, especially around the resistance. but then he thought about how cassian andor had somehow returned to the land of the living. apparently nothing was impossible anymore. still, he had to make sure she was telling the truth.

 “ jyn erso died, many years ago. who are you ,  really? “ he asked, raising an eyebrow. 

-

    jyn knew she should say something when she heard him say was, but it wasn’t her pain, it wasn’t her sadness, so she stayed silent. she turned her focus to the droid, she had never had any luck with droids, but she still offered a small smile. and then her heart sunk. she honestly wasn’t sure what she had been expecting, that everything worked out perfectly and she would be welcomed back into the rebellion? when had things ever went her way? her throat tightened, and she bit the inside of her cheek to hold back the tears. she could not turn into the mess she had been in the past days, she needed them to believe her, to prove to them it was actually her. 

    “my name is jyn erso” she said in a soft tone, “i’m the daughter of lyra and galen erso, i died on scarif-” maybe there was no stopping the tears after all, “and there’s no one left that remembers me...” she said cutting herself before a sob could escape her. jyn angrily wiped her tears composing herself, “i’m sorry, this was a mistake” she shook her heard, “it was silly to think there would be anyone left that was on yavin iv all those years ago, anyone that would know who i am, was...” she would probably not get her blaster back, not that it matter, nothing mattered anymore. cassian had left, and the rebellion didn’t want her, did it ever want her back then? or was she just useful to them? “excuse me” jyn whispered and started to walk away. 

    she had barely taken a few steps when she remembered something, turning on her heel jyn “there’s something...” she muttered and started to work on the inside of her vest, there it was, safely pinned as it had been all those years ago, jyn remembered her trembling fingers working to secure the ring on their way to scarif, they were going undercover, there could not be anything that could expose them -or the rebellion- so she had taken it off, hidden it away. she finally managed to set it free, placed on her extended had, she offered it to poe. “this was given to me, to symbolize i was a member of the rebellion” she bit her lip, “lieutenant shara bey told me that the symbol brings hope across the galaxy, that-” jyn shook her head, “i guess i should give it back now.”

[ofrebels]

ben:

Ben gave a gentle shrug, waving off her thanks. It was small things, consideration for others in need and offering assistance when he could that was showing the difference between who Kylo was and who Ben is. It came natural to him, the want to help others, when his mind was free from the darkness that clouded it. It was probably his mother’s doing, having instilled that in him from a young age. 

“Maybe.” The tall man tried to brush it off, easing the conversation away from the topic. Amilyn? The name sounded familiar and Ben searched his memories trying to recall who he had known with the same. “No worries! I’m Ben.” Reaching for her hand and giving it a welcoming shake, Ben continued to dwell over the familiarity associated with the other. “Nice to meet you too.” His hands find their way back to his pockets and he shifted a bit on his feet as a name popped into his mind. Trying to not sound like a complete creep, he awkwardly continued their conversation. “Your last name isn’t Holdo, right?” There was no way. This was a younger girl not a member of the resistance, an old friend of his mother, right?

-

   “yes!” amilyn said both excited and confused, “amilyn holdo” she stopped herself from saying captain amilyn holdo, there was no reason to bring that up now, once she knew more about where she was going to be taken, and more about ben, perhaps she could share that she had been promoted to captain, until then. “wait... how do you... have we actually met before?” she just couldn’t let the feeling go, besides how did he knew her name? was she a wanted person? was there a bounty on her head? “ohh no, please tell me you don’t have a puck for me” amilyn took a few steps back, so far nothing about ben told her she should be afraid of him, but how could they have information on her? unless she had truly suffer a concussion and was blanking on the fact that they had met before? no, the bounty on her head seemed more likely, she had been after all running from a destroyer. her hand moved to her side, resting on her blaster, she hoped she wouldn’t need to use it.

[ofrebels]

alyrisa:

Alyrisa tried not to lean into the smallest dose of affection, the first she’d received since ending up Batuu. “Yeah well, it took me from one war and thrusted me into another.” She muttered. When he mentioned her trials, she chuckled. “I was never under the belief that I was going to get to take my trials before that war was closer to over you kidding me? The Council wouldn’t have even thought about letting me take them,” not without a master.

When asked if she’d heard what had happened. Alyrisa tried to not let her heart seize up too much. “Yeah…. yeah I heard.” She said as she tugged her robes closer to her.

-

     “oh aly” quinlan said in a soft voice, the jedi order forbid any attachments, and quinlan no matter how much he joked about it had of course broken that rule. he loved luminara and obi-wan, and he loved master tholme, he loved aayla, and he loved a padawan the council never officially assigned him, “i tried, you gotta believe i tried, i never got another padawa after aayla and i wondered why, turns out the council had other plans for me...” he thought bitterly, “but i tried, ki-adi and plo koon, we talked to the council about your case, the war just- well...” quinlan said giving her a sad smile. 

    “i still don’t know if i survived, but i want to believe that if i did i looked for you... i cannot imagine not doing so...” he shook his head, “have you encountered anyone else? do you have an idea of what this is, why are we here?” so far he had had no luck.

[ofrebels]

lona​:

❝ never be ashamed of your tears, babygirl. only the strongest people cry and allow themselves to be seen. ❞ she gave her warm smile and nodded. ❝ i’ll have them whip up something nice and warm for you. as for the drink… isothane’s good to cool you down, corellian whiskey feels like fire but it’ll get you buzzed. we’ve got everything. but in my experience, drinkin’ ain’t the thing you need to heal you up. you need a good long talk and some advice. ❞ 

she reached under the bar for napkins and handed a few to her so she could wipe her tears away. after that, she headed to the kitchen and had them make her a nice warm bowl of broth, some bread, some vegetables… healthy and filling and good. when she returned to let them make the food, she gave another smile. ❝ alright, start at the beginning. ❞

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    jyn had heard those words before, sadly her life had had very few positive influences, so she had to believe it had been from her mother. because ever since jyn could remember she had been told that tears were a weakness, that one should ever see her cry, she was raised by saw gerrera, and then on her own since age sixteen, she never could afford a moment of weakness. she couldn’t remember how long had it been since she cried up until she watched her father die. ever since she came back -she still refused to believe it had actually happened- or more like showed up here, all she had done was cry. she could not help but feel a little proud to be letting so many people down, she was ever the rebel after all. 

   all she could do was nod, jyn felt overwhelmed by the kindness this total stranger was showing her, a part of her wondered how her life would’ve turned out if she had found someone like her when she was lost and alone. she took the napkin and dried her tears, jyn was never one to talk, but maybe the woman was right, maybe the only way she could sort of whatever was causing her heart to ache was to talk. “i’m used to being left behind” was used to, she corrected herself in her head, “it’s happen many times before, i should be used to it, but i- i just don’t know why it hurts so much this time” she wasn’t even sure this wasn’t a dream or a nightmare, “is this real? are you real?” jyn reached out to touch the woman’s arm, she would probably think she was out of her mind.

[ofrebels]

kalyn:

she just kept singing, leaving out the verses where Clementine died and where the narrator fell in love with the dead girl’s sister in favor of cycling back through the verses she’d already done. on and on, until the girl in her arms stopped shaking enough to speak. Kalyn couldn’t imagine what this poor girl was going through. she’d known her mother was sick for a few days before she’d left, at least. and it had been time to say goodbye, to let her see Fable one last time (from afar, so the girl wouldn’t be sick). her mother had told her the story of the day they’d met one last time, and recorded it for her. Kalyn had time. this girl, who called her mother family… oh, she must be hurting terribly.

her voice was gentle, like holding a wild animal. she didn’t know how this girl would react to her… anything. but she’d be there to support her no matter what. with a voice so gentle and honeyed and even it could trap the stubbornest fly, she answered the words. “it’s an old song. so old… I don’t know who brought it into this family. it’s always been a lasek song. good for singing little sprites to sleep at night.” as a kid, Kalyn had always been hard to get to bed. she’d always wanted more stories, more books. more, more… and her mother had always obloiged until she was half asleep herself. your  mother is an old woman, Kali. let me rest, I’ll speak the rest tomorrow. every night. until the last one, when she hadn’t made that promise.

“come, now. little cousin, dear. and allow me, please, to draw you near. i’ll take you into that plane. it’s small, but it’ll be just you and me.” in fact, it was just a little tiny plane, really, retrofitted to be comfy on the inside and have a bed for Kalyn and her daughter. every lasek had a tiny plane that fit on one of the bigger traveling freighters they used to change planets. you could fly it on it’s own, but it was mostly just a little room that could be situated in a circle with the lasek campfire and eating area in the middle. “it seems we have some talking to do. and crying in public… love, it doesn’t suit you.” she held the girl’s cheek, brushing a tear off tenderly (her aunt holdo had done this to her when her mom died, it almost felt like she’d been back doing it in that moment) and helped her gently to her feet. Kalyn let the girl hold on  to her, leading her slowly to her room.

-

     “i mean i’ve heard it exactly like you are singing it before, from drama, you sound just like her...” amilyn said with a small sob, she had calmed down a bit more, her need for an explanation still ever present, but she was in no condition to demand answers, she could barely string two words together, let alone sound like a person who was not leaving until they explained to her how a woman she had talked to on the holonet a mere couple of weeks earlier -a perfectly healthy young woman- had died. no matter how angry amilyn wanted to be at this woman, she couldn’t, there was something eerily familiar about her, as amilyn was held by her she felt comfort, a familiarity she could not explain.

      amilyn nodded at the woman’s words, and the small gesture threatened to bring tears to her eyes once again, but she held them back, she was right, amilyn was not the kind of person to have such an emotional meltdown, or at least not in public, not when at every turn there were those seeking to undermine her, to see her fail. so she smiled and let herself be guided into a small plane, a type of plane she was familiar with, many times she had visited the company, drama had even let her travel with them when she had been in trouble and totaled her ship. each step brought a new memory, and once again pain. she could only hope she would feel better once she got some answers.

[ofrebels]

(( @flyinsolo ))

    jyn was still trying to find her way around -not just this place, but her new reality. she still wasn’t sure it was real, part of her still thought it was a dream or a nightmare, or her eternal punishment, but being back from the dead? yeah a though sell. still she had to do something, real or not, if this was a second chance she had to do it right this time. for most of her life jyn only cared about herself, trusting no one, loving no one, it was the best way -the only way, to survive. but meeting rogue one changed her, it was the only reason she had not been afraid to die, because she finally did something good. so she had reached out to the rebellion -the resistance, this time she was going to do thing right from the start. of course there was the whole she had been dead for more than thirty years thing, and while that was being discussed, jyn decided to walk around the woods. she had not expect to run into anyone, it had seemed to quiet, but she practically bumped into someone “oh sorry, i didn’t mean to disturb you” jyn apologized, giving the girl a small smile.