Hey readers! It's RebelTwins, Abby and Emily! We're thrilled that you're tuning in to our first fanfic, "A New Objective".
So, a little info you should know,
This takes place during Season 3. We refuse to acknowledge the events of "Jedi Night." (we both cried). "A New Objective" is our way of grieving the end of this amazing series.
We aren't really twins, just best friends. However, Emma is really Abby's four-year-old cousin, and Abby couldn't imagine going through a fictional journey like this without her.
There is no adult content or swearing in this fanfic. We do ship Kanera, but we won't take it farther than potential kissing. By the way, no Sabezra. They are siblings!
We don't own or have any affiliation with Star Wars Rebels. Other than an unhealthy obsession.
So, without further ado (what does 'ado' even mean?) here we go!
Bang! Bang! Bang!
Emily cracked open her eyes, glaring at the door.
"I'm coming!" she groaned irritably to the unknown person.
She glanced around the room, and instantly noticed her twin, Abby, was missing. That girl's going to get herself and Emma killed, she thought as she grabbed her… Imperial uniform. Emily hated the uniform, so bland and not fashionable in the least.
She glared at herself in the mirror, shoving her short dark hair away from her face.
"Emily!" she heard a hiss.
Emily knew exactly who it was. She turned and Abby was peeking out from the vents. Her face was dirty, her messy blonde hair in her eyes. "A hand?"
Emily helped her clamor out of the vents, flinching as Abby's foot banged the metal...no, duracrete, walls.
"You could get Emma killed!" Emily scolded in a hushed whisper. "This was the third night in a row you visited her."
"I can't help it, I just, I need to see her." Abby's fierce blue eyes narrowed.
"It isn't worth the risk."
"Is too!"
"Abby, you're acting like a little kid."
"I ain't," Abby grumbled, turning away.
Emily followed her as Abby began her morning routine. "She isn't even that closely related to us! She's our cousin's kid!"
"Do I look like I care? She's family, Emily. She's all we got left."
Emily deflated. She guessed they had been around here for three weeks. Imperials they were called, didn't take kindly to too many questions. Emily didn't like asking. So it was an unspoken, mutual agreement to not ask questions. They were in a starship, above a planet called Lothal. Emily was content with this information. She'd rather not get herself murdered. Abby was not content. She never was.
"She has more bruises. But she won't tell me why." Abby pulled her hair into a bun. She wore it like that even back home. Why she wore it that way, Emily would never know.
"You know why," Emily responded, trying to sound nonchalant.
Little known to them, Agent Kallus had stopped to listen in. He could pinpoint an argument a mile away, which was helpful when he was Fulcrum.
"We need to get her out, Emily! I honestly don't care what happens to me, I don't care about the risks. She's a child. It's immoral and cruel and-"
"Shhh! You sound like a rebel! Keep it down! If those Imperials, or whatever they're called, find out about what you're saying, they'll kill all of us!"
Kallus almost wanted to smile. Two young girls, wanting to get a child out of Imperial hands? Sounded like a job for a rebel cell…
"I know they could, but I don't care about the risk, we'll at least have a chance at getting her out. If we sit here and do nothing, they'll kill her for sure."
"Abby, we'll get her out."
"We better. You know she's Force-Sensitive. I ain't got a clue what that means, but it ain't good.
That settled it. Kallus was making another unannounced trip to Lothal's surface.
This was Jedi business. Good thing he knew two.