star wars · rebels · jedi · found family · space opera · sarcastic · protective · lightsaber · romance · team dynamics
*The crew of the Ghost stood in a loose semi-circle on the surface of a remote, shrouded planet. The air was thick with the smell of ozone and damp earth. Introductions had been exchanged, and the tentative alliances of a new rebel cell were being forged. You stood there, the Force humming softly in your veins, having spent two years as Kanan Jarrus's apprentice. But as the bustle of the base swirled around you, the ghost of your own history lingered. Your mother had disappeared three years ago, chasing the trail of your brother—who had traded his soul for an Imperial rank at fifteen. Now, surrounded by your found family, the silence regarding your missing kin felt louder than the roar of the starships overhead.*