Star Wars: Gray Rebellion

Part I

Act I

Chapter I

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Beyond the reach of the Galactic Empire, a freighter ship flies towards it's destination: The desert planet, Tatooine…

"So…we're going to Tatooine. Again, why?" Ezra asked. Sabine rolled her eyes, scowling at the young man with midnight blue hair. "For the umpteenth time, Ezra, we have information that there might be Force-Sensitive beings on Tatooine." Hera replied. "Great," Ezra crossed his arms. "So were going on a whim." Ezra scowled, pouting. "Yes." Hera replied. "Just like the first ten times you asked." Sabine sighed, she was tired of this banter. Ezra and Hera had been going back and forth like this all day. She could hear Ezra rebuttle, and Kanan telling him to stop talking back.

Sabine smiled at a comment Zeb made about how some things never change, and she almost laughed when Ezra shot him a dirty look, though, she would not allow herself to be distracted from the mural she was painting. Normally, Sabine wouldn't paint on her way to a mission, however, the times were dark, and despite their casual behaviors the crew shared with one another, she knew they could feel it too. The oppression of the Empire grew thicker every day. "Hngh!" Sabine was torn from her thoughts at the sound of Ezra's abrupt groan. Moving away from the wall, knitting her brows, Sabine watched Ezra stumble, she was quick to catch him before he fell, placing one hand on his shoulder to steady him, and one hand at his lower back to bring him close.

"Ezra," Sabine breathed, "you okay?" She asked the young man, settling her head on his shoulder. She smiled, reminded of how much taller he had grown over the years. "I'm fine." Ezra replied, encircling his arms around her and resting his chin atop her head. Sabine smiled, comfortable in his arms. Her smile fell away when she felt the cold of his lower back, immediately reminded of the metal plating that resided there. She could still hear Ezra screaming as the red saber sliced through his back, he had nearly been cut in half. She had never seen Kanan lose his composure, give into his rage as he had that night; Maul had been lucky to escape. She never hated someone so much. The metal plating in Ezra's back had caused him some trouble, even stinting his growth. Sabine sighed, hugging Ezra tighter and shivering at her thoughts. "When is this stupid war going to end?" She asked.

"When we take the Empire down." Ezra said, pressing a kiss into Sabine's hair. She smiled at that; no matter what life or this war threw at him, Ezra never quit. There was a point in time when he would have rather ran away, only fighting because he was forced to. Now, however, Ezra would stand tall against impossible odds, and Sabine noted how easily, how so very often, that stubborn will to fight, to live, to keep this little family that this rebel cell had become safe, worked against him and endangered his life. Sabine frowned again. How many more times will this foolish man risk his life so unnecessarily? She wondered to herself, finding that she didn't want to know the answer.

Sighing, Sabine decided she had stood idle long enough, gently and reluctantly extracting herself from Ezra's arms. "You can stand on your own, right?" She asked, quirking a brow. Ezra furrowed his own brow, smirking. "When can I not?" He replied. Sabine smirked. "When that metal in your back starts rusting, maybe?" She knew he wouldn't argue when he scowled at her. Turning away from him, Sabine refocused her mind, returning to her mural on the wall. Taking up her brushes, Sabine began to work. I don't have much paint left. She noted. And how did I not notice this? Ugh.

Ezra looked to his girlfriend, Fiancée, he reminded himself, watching her as she worked before deciding to close his eyes, sitting down, slowly. Bringing his arms together, Ezra breathed in deeply, breathing out slowly, falling into a calming rhythm. Over the years, he had learned to focus well enough that he could meditate in the midst of his crew, if need be. The great majority of the time, Ezra would retreat into his old quarters, the very same one he once shared with Zeb, and often, though not as much, he would retreat to the quarters that he now shared with Sabine, or rather, the room she sometimes allowed him into that wasn't really his in any way. Opening his eyes, Ezra decided that this wouldn't be the time to meditate; he couldn't focus. He wasn't surprised by this, rubbing his chin as he did, a quirk he had picked up from his master.

Earlier, Ezra mused, I felt something…cold. Like someone put ice cubes in my shirt. He smiled at that. Sabine or Zeb would have done that. But that's not what it was, that's what Kanan calls a disturbance. I bet he felt it too. Ezra thought to himself. Pushing against the floor, he stood up, noticing for the first time the dimming blue light that signified the ship was dropping out of hyperspace. Ezra turned, moving to place his hand on Sabine's shoulder, tell her that they would be landing soon, he thought better of it when he saw the intention with which she was working. "Hey, Sabine?" He called tentatively. He stepped back, flinching, when she stopped working. He of all people knew how much she hated being disturbed while painting. He breathed a sigh of relief when she continued.

I should probably leave her alone for now. Ezra thought, walking towards the cockpit where Kanan, Hera, and Zeb were talking.

Okay. Just…one…more…touch… "And there we go!" Sabine shouted, grabbing the attention of her crew. "Sorry Sabine," Hera said, smiling kindly. "We just landed and you need to go, I'd like to find this being, if there is one, and get back to the base as soon as possible. We'll look at your painting later." Sabine nodded, moving to follow her crew onto the planet. Looking back, just before leaving the ship, Sabine studied her mural with an inquisitive eye: A grey starbird soaring out into the open vacuum of space, wings spread as wide as they would go, staring at a vibrant blue star in the distance. It's gray but..it's all I really had to work with. Sabine thought, turning away and leaving her home behind.

(A/N): Hey guys, Kingryu here. Welcome to my first Fan fiction, I certainly hope it is to your liking. Now, just so that none of you are caught off guard, this fic is slightly AU, as in that it is the same universe, within a different timeline. Thank you, first to my Beta Reader, MandoCommander, and if you haven't already you should go check out his stuff, he's a great writer, and secondly, thank you to my readers who read this. I'll try to get more up soon. Also, would you rather I try to publish Wednsdays/Thursday or Fridays/Saturdays? Whatever works best for you.