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Red Typhoon: Ch 3. Crusaders Sail Onward

"It's been a while since we got the old crew together, hasn't it, Cap'n?" Rat was loading some cargo onto the Sea Witch with Corsaire. "Been so many a-years. We were all on the sea a long time together, but now, we's got families and responsibilities. It's hard to get the whole gang in one place."

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Star Wars Rebels fanfic - Hiding places

Part of the Little By Little AU

Ezra sat on the ground behind the storage crate, the place where he and Hobbie conducted their dokma science experiments. There were no dokma around today; since the migration had finished and the numbers of the creatures around the base had dropped down to more manageable levels, it was becoming increasingly difficult to find one in a convenient location. Not that it mattered today, he wasn’t there for the dokma.

Footsteps approached from behind him and he recognized Hobbie’s presence in the Force. His friend approached quickly, then ducked behind the crate. Hobbie froze, blinked in confusion, then smiled. “Oh, hey,” he said. “We weren’t supposed to meet up today, were we?”

Ezra shook his head. “I didn’t think so,” he said. “Until you showed up.”

Hobbie grinned sheepishly. “Honestly, I was just looking for a place to sit for a few minutes.” He glanced around. “Doesn’t look like there’s any dokma around again.”

“No, not around here anyway,” Ezra said. He wasn’t sure whether Hobbie was just making a comment, or whether he was actually telling Ezra about the lack of dokma. Other than Hera and Kanan, and maybe Sabine and Zeb, Hobbie was probably the one person on the base with the best idea of what he could and couldn’t see, and one thing that he often couldn’t see were dokma against the color of the desert.

He could, however, sense them using the Force, and after so long concentrating on the creatures, it had almost become second nature to locate them in that way. He barely needed to look for them with his eyes anymore.

Now, if only he could achieve that with everything else...

“Doesn’t matter anyway,” he added. “I mean, I’m still working on trying to make them do what I want them to, but it’s probably more important to practice connecting to them when people are around. You know, being able to carry on talking to people or doing other things at the same time, so they don’t notice what I’m doing.”

It wasn’t so important yet, not with the dokma moving as slowly as they did. If someone was talking to him, he could simply break the connection and go back to it later. It would be different in the future, when he couldn’t see the dokma, when he had to locate the right color among the others on the track. They hadn’t come up with a way around that yet, but it was definitely going to be more difficult, and he didn’t want to be continuously breaking and remaking his connection.

Hobbie frowned. “Hey, I’m people,” he said. “I can tell you if you look suspicious.”

“You’re one person, and you already know what I’m doing. I want to try with people that don’t.” Hobbie might be right though, it might be better to try it out in private first. But not now. “I’m not here for the dokma today anyway,” he added. “It was just a place to go.”

He had spent hours that morning wandering around the base looking for Hera, eventually he had gotten bored and given up. Rather than go home to the Ghost, he had decided to sit outside. Since Chopper Base was a little short on outdoor seating, he had headed here so that he wouldn't be in the way.

“Aren’t you supposed to be on shift now, anyway?” Ezra asked. Pilots were always on-call to fly when needed, but they didn’t just get to hang out around the base when they weren't flying a mission, there was other work to do.

Hobbie shook his head. “Day off,” he said. “I don’t have to work every single day, you know.”

Ezra had known that of course. Nobody could be expected to put in their best if they had to work every single moment of every day. People weren’t droids, they needed to rest sometimes.

“Talking of,” Ezra said, “this might be my last day off for a while.”

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Star Wars Rebels fanfic - Illumination

Part of the Little By Little AU

(This one isn’t the next one in the AU, it’s another one set before everything else, back when Ezra was keeping his secret, before Malachor, when Kanan could see. It’s one of the first things I wrote for the AU, though I have edited it a lot since then. I’m trying to get back into writing, and playing about with stuff I’ve already written might help. Hopefully. Anyway, look, fic!)

“Hey, kid. You want to turn that light out now? Let me get some sleep?”

Ezra sighed. He had known it was coming, but Zeb had given him a little extra time tonight before he asked, and Ezra had allowed himself to slip into a false sense of security. Things had been quiet from the lower bunk, and he had been hoping his roommate had fallen asleep already. No such luck.

He stared at the ring of illumination in the otherwise dark room. It was only a small reading light built into the side of his bunk, not the room’s main light. It wasn’t like it could really be keeping Zeb awake. There was no way it bothered him as much as he claimed.

Ezra glanced around the rest of the room. He could just about make out the shapes of the larger items and furniture there. They appeared as areas of light and dark; vague shapes that he never would have recognized if he hadn’t already known what they were. The light was only small, true, but he knew that he should be able to see more than that. He should be able to see everything in the room, just like Zeb no doubt could. Instead, the glare of the light was one of the few things he could make out among a sea of darkness.

He could see the illumination strip around the edge of the wall, but that wasn’t designed to actually see by, only to provide the slightest hint of light so that the room wasn’t completely dark. It didn’t work anymore. Not for Ezra, anyway.

It was getting worse.

Not only that, but it seemed to be speeding up. He was noticing it more and more now; every day, several times a day, and soon it was going to reach the point where it would be impossible to ignore. Worse, it was going to reach the point where it was impossible for other people to ignore. Someone was going to notice, and say something, and before he knew it everyone was going to have found out.

“I know you’re awake up there,” Zeb said. He sounded vaguely irritated now, thinking he was being ignored. Technically, he was being ignored.

Ezra rolled over onto his back. “Here’s a thought,” he said, as he moved his hand closer to the light and watched it come into something like focus. “If you close your eyes, you won’t be able to see that the light’s on.”

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Star Wars Rebels fanfic - Swirly

this is part of the “In One Piece” AU, which is the one that came from @swrrequests, where Ezra and Kanan were both blinded at Malachor. You can find the rest of the stories here on my AO3.

The series doesn’t run in any particular order though, so there’s no real need to read that stuff first if you don’t want to.

“So, is it finished?”

Once, Sabine never would have allowed Ezra, or anybody else, to be in the room with her while she was painting, especially not while she was painting something like this. It was different now, though, because Ezra couldn’t see the bare bones of the work, he couldn’t look at the first few brushstrokes or sprays from the can and come up with his own idea of what she was about to create. He didn’t get to see the mistakes she made and covered over, or the ones that somehow worked, and became incorporated into the work, changing it for the better.

She cast a critical eye over the thing she had painted, and shook her head. “I don’t know,” she said. “Probably not. I think it’s going to be one of those things I keep working at for a while.” Or one that she realized wasn’t going to work and painted over when she needed some more space. “Done for today though, I think. Why?”

She was still looking at the wall, but she could hear the shrug in his voice, like he was trying too hard to sound casual, disinterested. Like it didn’t really matter. It did, of course. If he didn’t care, he wouldn’t ask. “So, what’s it look like?”

She had known the question was coming, of course; it always did. If it hadn’t been today, it would have been the next time the subject came up. She couldn’t help but wonder whether he genuinely wanted to know, or whether he asked just to try and keep a connection to something from before. He had always enjoyed looking at her artwork, pretending like he knew what he was talking about when they discussed it. She missed that, and she supposed he did too.

Along with everything else he had lost.

Kanan didn’t ask about her art, not really. Not often. And when he did, he tended to just accept whatever answer she gave. Not Ezra; he kept pushing, wanting more, like he was trying to generate a copy of the painting in his mind. In a way it was nice, but she hated it, because she knew that no matter how descriptive she tried to be, it would never be enough to make up for seeing it for himself.

Sometimes, she wondered how Ezra could stand it. If it was her — not that she would ever hold that thought in her head for long — if it was her, she didn’t think she would want to know; to think about it. It would hurt too much.

She pursed her lips and looked critically at the thing she had created. One hand was still clutching a spray can, the other rested on her hip as her gaze wandered over the painting, trying to pick out the important details. It was going to be impossible to describe.

It wasn’t the thing she had set out to paint, that was for sure.

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Star Wars Rebels fanfic - Lesson One (1/3)

Know when I wrote this chapter? November! That’s right, this has been sitting on Google Docs, more or less unchanged, for the past seven months. I think this is the longest-ago written thing I had unposed. The other two chapters came into being much more recently. Anyway, on with the fic...

Little By Little masterpost

Ezra was lying on the bed not doing much of anything when the door of his room opened unexpectedly. He sat up instantly, swung his legs around to the side of the bed, and hoped it looked like he had just been about to get up anyway. He hadn’t been sulking, not this time, and he didn’t want anybody to get the wrong idea.

Hera looked at him across the room; she stood just outside the door, still in the corridor. She didn’t appear to react to his hasty attempt to look busy, it was almost as though she hadn’t even noticed. Or didn’t care. She wore an oddly determined look on her face, lips pressed together as though steeling herself for something.

Sato had arrived back at the base last night. Or at least, that was when he had been scheduled to arrive. If he had been on time, she would have had time to speak to him by now, either the night before, or earlier this morning. She might have news. He tried not to squint to focus his vision in an attempt to read her expression. The Force revealed nothing to him.

“Hey, Hera,” he said. He tried to keep his voice calm, but it emerged a little too high-pitched, too eager. He pushed himself off of the bunk and dropped to the floor next to the bed, folded his arms and tried to look casual, disinterested. He didn’t care what she had to say, it didn’t matter. Not important. “What’s up?” he asked. He heard his voice trembling slightly.

Hera took a deep breath, then pressed her lips together before the replied. “Can you meet me on the Phantom in about ten minutes?” she said.

Ezra blinked. “Sure, wh…?” he stopped, she was already gone.

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Star Wars Rebels fanfic - Dokma Science (5/6)

(Little By Little master post)

part 1 | part 2 | part 3 | part 4

Ezra had expected a bit more enthusiasm from Hobbie on his revelation. His friend was standing, arms folded, leaning against the side of the storage crate that had become their unofficial base of operations over the past few days. He was frowning, not exactly in disbelief, but he was obviously still waiting to be convinced.

“It stopped,” Ezra said, needlessly, pointing at the dokma by Hobbie’s feet. It was the second time he had demonstrated the ability, and Hobbie still looked doubtful.

Hobbie looked down. The dokma had settled next to the storage crate, pulled its feet inside its shell, and looked like it had no intention of going anywhere else for some time. “Yeah,” Hobbie said. “But dokma stop walking around all the time. Are you sure it’s because of you? There’s one over there doing the exact same thing.” He pointed into the distance.

Ezra looked, raising a hand to shield his eyes, partly to block out the glare of the sun, partly to disguise the fact that he was squinting. He couldn’t see any dokma in that direction. He glanced sideways at Hobbie, trying to decide whether there was really a dokma there, or whether he was testing him. Most likely he just couldn’t see it, Hobbie wouldn’t do that. He didn’t think Hobbie would do that.

“Yeah, I know,” he lied. “I thought of that, actually, when I realized I could do it. That’s why I tried it so many times. It works, trust me.” He spied another dokma approaching them from the crate, and pointed to it. “Ready?”

“Sure.” Hobbie watched the creature as Ezra closed his eyes and reached out to it, sending the wordless wave of intent.

Through his connection to it, Ezra could sense the creature slow, then finally stop. He opened an eye to confirm that he was right, then turned a triumphant grin in Hobbie’s direction.

“Okay,” Hobbie said, “Three out of three, that’s pretty convincing. Congratulations, you have the power to bore dokma into a stupor!” He smirked.

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Star Wars Rebels fanfic - The Light of Day

(Little by Little AU masterpost)

There was… something. Something wrong.

Ezra woke with great reluctance as the comfortable dream that had surrounded him dissipated, leaving him with nothing but the feeling of his bunk underneath him, the brightness of the lights shining through his closed eyelids, and an emotion that was not his own.

It could have been his, it was certainly familiar to him in that way, but it came from elsewhere, somewhere outside of him. It was deep and heavy, made up of pain and grief, sorrow, frustration, and guilt. It pressed heavily on his mind, chasing away any chance of sleep.

He hadn’t felt something like that since the days after Malachor, but this wasn’t coming from Kanan. The source was familiar to him, but wasn’t someone that he had ever connected to in quite this way before. The emotion came in waves, washing over him violently before retreating, only to build again.

Without opening his eyes -- to do so would mean giving up on sleep entirely -- he turned so that he faced away from the door, then wrapped his arms around his head as though he could physically block the feeling from getting through.

It didn’t work. But then, he hadn’t expected it to. It had never worked before. This was far from the first time that he had been woken in this way, he had experience with it; experience that didn’t help in the slightest.