Before this starts, shabla is a Mandalorian cuss that combines the s-word and the f-word, basically taking the role of both. Demagolka is a real-life monster. Aruetii is a traitor.

If you cry easily, you might want to grab a tissue box.

I'm so very sorry for this.

-RebelliousWaffle

Personal Journal of Sabine Wren

Access Code: Look_At_The_Colors

Access Granted. Beginning Playback.

You know the story of Hera Syndulla. Of course you do. I know it just as well as you, maybe even better. But few people know where she ended up.

I know where she ended up.

She's lying in front of me right now. Her eyes are open and her skin is still flushed green. From almost any angle, she looks perfectly fine.

But her eyes can't see and her heart doesn't beat. Hera Syndulla, General in the Alliance to Restore the Republic, recipient of the Medal of Bravery for valiant action in service of the Rebellion, is dead. Her forehead has a burnt hole in the middle of it, the skin charred black. Her blood is running in streaks down her face, staining my hands as I hold her head. My husband and Hera's child are across from me, looking at Hera, hoping that maybe, maybe she's still alive.

But her heart no longer beats. Her eyes no longer see. She is one with the Force now, reunited with Kanan, but no longer with her son.

The white clad stormtrooper looks over us, staying silent for now. He does not move, nor does he show any sympathy for the part of my family he just killed. My biological mother still lives, but Hera was my mother proper, my caretaker, my guardian, my confidant.

She was Hera.

Slowly, I drag my stained palm down Hera's face, closing her eyes. She's in a better place now, I tell myself, trying not to cry, not to show emotion as I gather her up for burial.

"Leave her."

The voice, harsh and commanding, strikes Jacen, Ezra, and I. Jacen responds first, his distress evident in his tone. "What do you mean, leave her?"

"We must take her into custody." It's a officer talking, but I'm not listening. I'm sliding my arms under Hera's neck and legs, taking her body away from this road. The officer strides towards me and motions for me to stop. I look back at him with tears in my eyes.

"You think that the galaxy is yours."

"It is."

"You think you can do anything you want on Lothal."

"We can."

"No."

The words, cold and deliberate, slide out of my mouth. "This is Hera Syndulla. She saved me when I wasn't okay. She gave me purpose in life, she gave me my friends, she gave me a clean slate."

I take a breath. "She gave me Ezra."

The officer says nothing.

"And now, my mom is dead. You shot her." I lay Hera down. "You SHOT HER!" My voice cracks like a whip. "What if I shot your mother? HOW WOULD YOU FEEL, YOU DAMNED DEMAGOLKA? OR DID YOU LOSE YOUR EMOTIONS WHEN YOU TRAINED WITH THE FIRST ORDER?"

My hand meets the solid flesh of the officer's shabla face. Tears sting my eyes. "YOU SHABLA DEMAGOLKA!"

A stormtrooper raises his blaster. Ezra's blade snaps to life, the emerald glow lighting up the street at nighttime. A crowd has gathered and now stands still, watching, holding their collective breath. More stormtroopers arrive, aiming their blasters at Jacen, Ezra, and I.

"YOU ARE ALL MURDERERS! ARUETII! TRAITORS!" I scream. "HEARTLESS SHABLA BEINGS OF SOLDIERS, TRAINED TO MURDER INNOCENT PEOPLE! WHAT DID HERA DO TO YOU?!"

Blasters are trained on me now. I don't care. Jacen has taken out his lightsaber now. It's azure blade mixes with Ezra's. My voice drops low.

"You have created a spark, troopers. When the fire consumes you, it will burn bright from this single spark. For this spark will spread across the systems, across space, and it will light the fire that will burn your 'Order' to the ground."

I grab Hera's body and shoulder my way through the crowd of stormtroopers. Angry fire and icy contempt run through my veins. Their aim follows me. I don't care. They can't stop me. If they shoot me, there will be riots. They know this. They cannot kill me without beginning the end of their precious shabla First Order.

And I know this, as I walk down the street with Jacen and Ezra guarding my back and Hera in my arms.

They follow me. I walk all the way to my house and lay Hera down in front of it.

Her eyes no longer see, her brain no longer thinks, her heart no longer beats. Only her eternal legacy remains. The legacy of the Specters.