Disclaimer: I do not own Star Wars or Star Wars Rebels, nor any characters, place names or content in this story. This story is a fan fiction and does not necessarily comply with the actual Star Wars timeline. Rated T for violence, very mild romance, and some content that may scare young children.
"Long ago, in a distant planet in the outer rim, known as Lothal, there lived a boy, and his friends.
These friends, we're more than just friends. They were family.
There was a Corellian, the last known Lasat, a female Mandalorian, and a Twi'lek. The boy himself was a Lothalian.
The boy and the Mandalorian, loved each other very much, and together with their other friends, shared many happy adventures together.
But all that was to change.
The boy was out on a supply run. If he had been there, he could have helped his friends. But he wasn't, and he returned to the base to see it enflamed, and his friends, nowhere to be found.
He searched for them everywhere. He tracked their kidnappers across three star systems to find his family. But alas, it was too late.
He followed them to Korriban, planet of tombs of Jedi and Sith, since time immortal. There, he found his friends, but was horrified at what he saw.
By the time he reached the cult that had captured his loved ones, they had already… Executed them.
It tore him apart, drove him mad. With just his bare hands, he killed every last cultist in the tomb, for being there, for killing his family, for killing the only ones he had ever loved.
And only then, his hands stained with blood, did he realise truly what had happened to them.
He mourned them. He missed them with all his heart. No one saw him again. He disappeared, vanished in his misery. Many went looking for him.
None found him."
The old woman stopped speaking, and looked down, at the woman kneeling before her. She took a handful of powder from a dish next to her, and blew it into the girl's face.
At once she stirred. Groggily opening her eyes, apparently only just aware the woman had stopped speaking, she watched as the older woman clapped her hands once.
All the candles in the room burst into flame, illuminating the temple, and all it's strange markings on it. Illuminating the pillows, and incense burners, and the older woman's face as she spoke.
"My child. That is the story."
"Thank you, Sensei." The woman replied.
"You may leave."
"Thank you, Sensei."
The woman left the temple. She walked across the courtyard, savouring the sweet smells of the grass, and the many exotic flowers the Sensei had somehow gathered. She left the gate of the temple, and continued on through the forest. A speeder bike would have been quicker, but she hpreferred walking. It gave one a much more heightened sense of being alive. All the woodland creatures, who had once scuttled, frightened of any passers-by, now gathered around the trees and watched the woman walk. This was how it had always been, ever since the Empire had been defeated and the Republic reunited.
The woman was never sure of quite how far the temple was from her base, only that it was a long way away. She walked for what must have been hours, but felt like only minutes, to the woman, so deep in her own thoughts. When she did finally come in sight of her base, it was to be greeted by friendly shouts, and people waving to her from all sides, inviting her for a drink with them, to celebrate such a beautiful day.
And beautiful it was. The sun was shining, the birds were chirping and there wasn't a cloud in the lovely Yavin 4 sky. One could hardly blame the soldiers for lounging about. But she had her own purpose. She entered the base, and took a turbolift up to her office. Once there, she directed the trooper out front.
"Bring Quinn to see me."
The soldier nodded, and left. He returned a few minutes later, with a girl with waist-length blonde hair, and beautiful brown eyes. The trooper left the room. The girl spoke.
"Hi mom. What's up?"
"I have a mission for you, Quinn." The older woman replied, addressing the teenage rebel.
"Oh boy. Where am I going now? I've already been to Sullust, Coruscant, anywhere!"
"I need you to find Ezra Bridger."
Even Quinn had to stop as this sunk in.
"Ezra Bridger? But, he disappeared! Ever since…"
The woman finished for her daughter.
"I know, but you need to find him. I think it's time for him to rejoin the fight against the First Order."
Half an hour later, Quinn, now prepped in her usual mission getup, left the temple. She carried a backpack, inside which were around two thousand credits, rations for one person to last six months, a few Thermal Detonators, a starmap, and a comlink. She boarded her starfighter, a newer model that looked a lot like a Snowspeeder. As she was about to leave, her comlink beeped. Her mother's face appeared on the computer panel.
"Alright Quinn," her mother said. "Contact us if you need anything, and be safe."
"Right mom. Quinn out."
And with that, the starfighter left the Yavin system, and on what would become the most terrible and challenging adventure Quinn would ever face.