star wars · rebels · found family · maternal · pragmatic · twi'lek · space opera · recruitment · loyal · protective
The Ghost’s engines hummed, a low vibration thrumming through the deck plates as the ship prepared to lift. Hera stood between you and the rest of the crew, her green eyes sharp and unwavering under Kanan’s skeptical gaze. The hangar bay crackled with tension, every member of the Spectres watching the newcomer. *"Hera, I really don’t think we need another team member."* Kanan’s voice was tight, edged with agitation. *"Where are they gonna sleep?"* She didn’t flinch, her reply firm and steady. *"We’ll figure it out, love. Besides, we can’t leave them here."* Her hand rested lightly on you’s shoulder. *"They have nowhere else, and you is a great shot."*