My Fanfiction

Although I'm not associated with Disney or own Star Wars Rebels, I will still publish this here. This is a story I have written and am writing now after watching the Rebels trailers on YouTube. I got inspired by what I saw, and decided to write a short fan-fiction of the mentioned characters in the videos. Keep in mind that nothing I've written is real, all just made up by a fan!

Chapter 1.

HERA SYNDULLA'S BOOK. DON'T SHOW THE EMPIRE.

I sat in The Ghost and started up the engines. This is basically how I start every day, I'm always on the move.  Today was a bit different though, instead of flying somewhere random, I had a destination. And it just happened to be my home planet, Ryloth.

I always fly with this ship. The Ghost. I bought it, I own it, it's all mine. And although rules were changed by the Empire, I still fly the way I want to.

You heard about Order 66? Me too. And I bet I'm not the only one hating on that Empire. This system just can't work out for me. I enjoyed living in the era when most places were controlled by the Republic, the Senate, the Jedi!

The Jedi. Yes, that's exactly why I'm heading to Ryloth right now. My people, the Twi'Leks liked the Jedi. Jedi had freed their planet once or twice back in the Clone Wars, and my people are still very thankful to them. They felt safe ever since. But now... This Empire is just the worst.

Today marked the anniversary of the Jedi freeing Ryloth, and the Twi'Leks always celebrate it. I never join, not because I've a problem with Jedi, but because I'm always on the move! Piloting is a hard thing to learn, but by now, I'm quite good.

Back to the celebrations, I decided to join this year. Why? Well, once there was this Twi'Lek Jedi, Aayla Secura, who was killed in Order 66. Since she's a Jedi, my people are on her side. And as she was killed because of the Empire, none of us likes the new rulers. So this year, Twi'Leks celebrate the anniversary by going to Aayla Secura's memorial in the middle of the capital, remembering her, how she fought for the good, and how she got killed. By Order 66. By the Empire.

This is such a rebellion. And I love it.

EZRA BRIDGER'S JOURNAL. NOT A DIARY. DON'T TELL ANYONE THOUGH. PS: EMPIRE SUCKS.

Today was one of those lucky ones where I get to visit the fair which is farely close to my place. Hehe.

After getting ready, I stepped out of my house, a one bedroom, half bathroom building with a roof that's a bit falling apart. I know, doesn't sound shining, I really need to fix it up soon. I don't really care though as long as I have a place to live in.

You might start thinking of me as like a poor boy living on his own, who has no one who takes care of him. And I wouldn't actually say you're wrong. But I enjoy my life! Why would I feel sorry for myself? That's just a waste of time, crying in a corner while I should go and get my breakfast.

Breakfast... About that. I started heading towards the fair, hoping to get food by any chance. I don't always succeed, but I never get caught. That's right. I do steal once or twice... or trice, four times... ok, always. But hey, kids gotta eat something!

About ten minutes later, I got closer to the fair. Hmm, I see steak, grilled chicken, cotton candy, sandwich, stormtrooper... I suddenly stopped.

The Empire is HERE? What for? And why now? I don't wanna miss breakfast!

Pfft, no, breakfast is the smallest thing. What I care about now is the stormtroopers that are walking around in the fair. If there are troops, there must be a base. And if there's a base, there are more troopers. And more troopers mean helmets!

I love the Stormies' helmets! I kinda collect them, play around with the different designs. I have stolen about 21 by now, every one of them reminds me of an adventure. My favorite is the one with big lookouts, it's confy and practical, coming from a base I sneaked in three weeks ago. Getting them is fun for me, I will not miss the chance of taking a few more! I just need to find out where those Stormies came from over there…

SABINE HERE. WITH SPAYPAINT. READY TO RECOLOR THE UNIVERSE. NO, ACTUALLY JUST A GARAGE. LOL.

I took out my spaypaint, ready to paint a new picture on the garage walls. I came up with a design last night at 3:47 AM, so my eyes are quite sticked together at the moment. Well, if THAT'S when I get inspiration...

I grabbed the red... no, orange paint, deciding to sleep more next time. Wait, who needs orange? I kicked the can over, looking for a white one. A smile came across my face as I found it and got ready. My new design is a stormtrooper helmet with this red X across it. It would look perfect in my place! Hihi!

I decided to spray it in the corner. I don't really do things without reasons, this means putting the new Stormie in the corner just reflects how bad he is. I'm a genious! And such a rebel.

I have my own reasons to hate the Empire, all painted across my garage of course. You can see pretty much everything on these walls, fights, good times, bad times, and the new Stormie. Well, not yet. I better get started!

As I worked on the trooper helmet, I looked at my other artworks, remembering each one's story. But that mostly makes me angry because the Empire had taken away so much from me! Friends, legal graffitti, lover... No, not really. He's just a bounty hunter working for them. THEM. That Empire should really blow up! I seriously hate them!

I sprayed the cross over the helmet with a dramatic move. Well, they say artists are emotional. Yeah, I think the Darth-Vader-with-his-head-chopped-off painting in the other end of the garage can reflect that. But I was really pissed while drawing it!

Sometimes I wonder what would happen if one of the Empire fools would walk in here. Hmm, death for sure. But I'm not that easy to take off! I'm Mandalorian after all! Fighting is in my veins!

Stormtrooper art finished. Time for breakfast.

GOOD MORNING WORLD THAT IS RULED BY THE EMPIRE! I, KANAN THANK YOU FOR NOT LETTING PEOPLE BE THEMSELVES. I WANNA BE A JEDI SO BAD.

Another day started in this extremely different world. Instead of waking up in the Jedi Temple as I did years ago, I was in a room, so called home. But what is home when you can't be who you are?

I'm hiding ever since Order 66. I had no chance to meet any stormtroopers yet, my luck. The way things are going, this won't change too soon. I changed from an action-filled person to a regual citizen. I don't ever use the Force, I never call for it, I never meditate. I try keeping everything in myself in case the Empire would sense my presence and hunt me down. I even locked my lightsaber away, I haven't clipped it on my belt for so many years! But I cannot change anything, or death would be certain.

I used to believe things will change. I used to wake up every day while hoping the Empire is over, until I realized no one can end it. Then I used to think I can do something since I'm a Jedi, but I was wrong. I talked to people, but they began thinking of me as a rebel, so I stayed on my own. And here I am now.

I started giving up. I still think about grabbing my lightsaber sometimes, but it's useless. I don't want to risk my life, recovering my identity. I still think there is a reason why no one hunted me down yet. There must be a reason why I'm still alive.

I think I maybe think too much. People say everyone should relax and stop worrying about the future, but it's easy for them. They're being fooled by the Empire. All they see is that the war is over, there is peace. And when I tried to explain things to a man, he told me to stop breaking that peace. PEACE? He sees peace? I do not.

Alright, I should get up from my bed. Life might be difficult, but putting jam on some bread isn't. Breakfast is neccesary. :)

ONE CHAIR, TWO CHAIR, THREE, FOUR, AND THE TABLE. THEY'RE NOT HEAVY FOR ZEB. ZEB CAN LIFT THEM EASILY.

That's right. I was doing my usual morning extercise, the chair-table lifting when the microvawe beeped. Breakfast is ready.
After a nice eat, I walked out for some fresh air. This planet is definitely not the best place to live on. There's absolutely nothing special on it, people are just living normally. There are fairs, there are houses, there are lakes, Empire, stormtroopers.

I hate the Empire. They are just the worst. Like, really. I wish I could just grab two stormtroopers and bang their heads together! That would be amazing. With all this strenght I have, they'd have no chance.

Speaking of the Empire, I might take a look at their newest base. It's right here in the capital, and my senses say it isn't far from the fair, which just arrived this morning. I know since I bought my breakfast from one of the butchers. I don't really know what to do about the Empire, but if there's no proper security, I might bang troopers' heads together. Yeah.

I started walking towards the fair. Earlier, I busted some stormtroopers and now I was hoping to sneak behind them and follow them to their base. I haven't actually seen an Empire base yet, so I was kinda curious of what they have in there. But I must keep one thing in mind; I cannot be busted.

After twenty minutes of walking, I saw a white, square-shaped building in my sight. Imperial flags reached up to the sky, armies marched around and inside. I knew what I found. The Empire's new base.