A/N: Well. Here it is. The end. I feel like I'm closing up shop on something that's been an experience to go through as a writer and entertainer. This series of one-shots all bundled up into this one story was meant to help us all get through the hiatus to season 4, but it turned into something pretty special along the way.

That being said, here's the final chapter. Let's end on a high note. It's short and sweet, but I hope you'll enjoy it all the same. I know I did.


Something New

Pride swelled in Kallus as he studied the new rank insignia attached to his jacket. The two blue spots stared up at him boldly amidst a bed of silver. It was so … different, from his Imperial rank plaque. True, he'd been staring at the rebel ranks for months now, waiting for the day he might have one himself. There had been days when he wasn't sure he would get one of his own.

But here it was.

Captain. Captain Kallus. Captain Kallus of the Rebel Alliance, newly minted Intelligence Officer.

Stars, that had a nice ring to it.

Now that the promotion ceremony had concluded, those gathered began to mingle and filter away. Most of the faces present he hadn't known –lower ranking members 'encouraged' to attend in 'support' of the promotion, vanishing almost the moment it was over – but Kallus hardly cared.

The Ghost crew stood in a small cluster to the side, waiting so they could personally congratulate him on his promotion and placement within the rebellion.

"Captain Kallus," Bridger — Ezra — said with a grin, the first — as always — to speak out. "Sounds good on you."

"You've definitely earned it," Hera said kindly before she tapped the rank. "You should be proud."

"Oh, all I feel coming off him in the Force is pride," Kanan said with a teasing chuckle. "But Hera's right. You earned it. Can't think of anyone who deserves that rank more than you do. You're going to do great things."

"Does the Force tell you that?" Kallus asked, his spirits light.

"I don't need the Force to tell me anything," Kanan replied. "You convinced me all on your own."

"You convinced a lot of people," Zeb agreed. "Was a big turnout for your promotion ceremony. Sure, you have your typical forced support, but I think you've also got some people waiting to snag your attention once we're done with you."

The Lasat nodded to the side and indeed there were individuals who were lingering, clearly waiting to speak with him. Kallus even knew a few of them by face, people his work as an information specialist aboard the Ghost during his probation had directly helped.

"That's not surprising. He's a pretty important guy now." Sabine nudged his arm playfully. Kallus smiled at her. He felt as if all he could do was smile. His cheeks ached a little, but he appreciated the feeling and was happy to share it with the Ghost crew. With his friends.

"So important that he's too good for us," Bridger — Ezra — sniffed. "Saw you already had your bags packed."

"Well I can't very well do my job to the best of my ability while on the Ghost," Kallus pointed out. "I must admit, the Ghost grew on me. It's a bittersweet feeling to leave."

"Aww, we all thought you'd miss the Ghost, but I know who you're really going to miss," Bridg— Ezra — said, grinning widely.

"I'm going to miss the piano," Kallus replied with a mournful sigh. "And everyone else who doesn't hail from Lothal."

"Don't lie, Kallus," Ezra said. "I know the truth."

Hearing his name, so familiar and comfortable rolling off the young Jedi's tongue, reminded him. He'd been thinking about this for a while now, and now was as good a time as any, particularly with the whole crew present. The word rose from Kallus's throat.

"Alexsandr."

Ezra gave him a confused look as if he'd turned as purple as Zeb, while the others worked out what the name was supposed to mean. Only Hera smiled, cool pleasure in her eyes.

Zeb's brow cocked.

"Alexsandr …?"

"My name," Kallus explained, spelling it out for the Lasat, but also happy to finally do so. "I never told any of you my first name, though of course Hera knew. But after all this, I figure it's been long enough. Stop calling me Kallus. That's my last name. I have a first, and it's Alexsandr. You should use it."

"Wait a minute. Your name is Alexsandr?" Zeb asked.

"Alexsandr Kallus?" Ezra said, and now Kallus was starting to have second thoughts about his decision to share, based solely on the look the younger Jedi had in his eyes.

"I like it," Sabine told him. "Glad to finally find out what it was. For a long time, I was sure it was just 'Agent'."

"I liked to imagine you didn't have a first name." Kanan joked and Hera rolled her eyes at him, though he couldn't see it. Chopper chittered that he'd known since before Kallus became Fulcrum, from the many times the droid had sliced into Imperial records.

"And of course, I knew," AP-5 droned. "I specialize in supply and organization. I'm required to know these things."

"Alexsandr," Zeb said again, as if trying the name on for fit. Kallus waited and Zeb gave a slow smirk. "I guess it'll do."

"It will have to," Kallus agreed. "It's not going to change."

"Sure it can," Ezra was quick to point out. "That's what nicknames are for."

Kallus glared. "No nicknames."

"I don't think you're much of an Alex type," the younger Jedi reasoned, ignoring Kallus. "Maybe … Sandr? Al?" The boy's grin turned annoying. "Sandy?"

Kallus's brow twitched.

"Alexsandr is perfectly fine," Kallus told Ezra — no — Bridger. In truth, he despised nicknames, having gone through every one of them in his youth — including the dreaded 'Sandy' — but he knew better than to tell the boy that.

"Well, I'm happy to finally use it," Hera said as she extended her hand to him. "Welcome to the Rebel Alliance, Alexsandr. I'm glad you're one of us."

"And I'm glad to be, Hera," he told her, showing her all his gratitude for everything she'd done for him. She'd been his biggest champion, and earning her respect was an achievement he was deeply proud of. He looked at all of them. "I couldn't have done this without all of you."

"No problem Alexsandr," Kanan said, the Jedi squeezing Kallus's shoulder with his hand. "That's what we do. That's what you do now too."

Kallus's features softened. "True enough."

A comlink chimed somewhere amidst them, and Hera was the one to answer. After a moment, she looked up and gave Kallus an apologetic smile.

"Looks like we need to get going. A new mission just came up, and they need the Ghost in the air five minutes ago."

Kallus straightened. Much as he wanted to hurry off on another adventure with them, that time had passed. For now, he had other duties. Another post. Another place.

Still, he smiled at them.

"I understand. You should get going. You've a galaxy to save." He glanced down at his new rank before adding, "And so do I."

A variety of grins and smirks met his, before the Ghost crew turned with a wave and hurried off, leaving him behind.

Kallus watched as the Specters left, his chest warm. He was sad he was only an honorary specter, now that he was reassigned more appropriately within the rebellion. Though he'd had his reservations in the beginning, he'd grown to appreciate – and even enjoy – his time with the rebels who'd driven him mad over the last couple years. It was thanks to them that he'd chased them. It was thanks to them that he'd been challenged, and he'd challenged himself and what he'd known. It was thanks to them that he'd rebelled.

And it was thanks to them that, it seemed, he'd finally found his place. And though he was under no illusions it would be perfect or easy, or that miraculously everyone would be able to look past his history as an Imperial, at least there were people he could count on, now. People he could trust.

That, chipped and jagged as he was, no matter what he'd once been, he'd made something new of himself. Something, for once, he was truly proud of. Something that could help and make a difference.

Lifting his head, his rebellious hair tickled his cheeks and Kallus couldn't quite remember why he'd ever tried to tame it in the first place. It was a part of him now. This new him.

He was Captain Alexsandr Kallus of the Rebel Alliance.

And like the Ghost crew, it was time to get to work.


A/N: *Sniffles* It's over folks. Chipped and Jagged's done, and I hope you loved reading this story as much as I loved writing it. There's so much I want to say about this story, but right now I can't get my thoughts together enough to say them. I'll probably post something about it on tumblr at some point (along with maybe some bloopers I've written, but never published or filled out because it would have taken away from the overall feel of CJ I was aiming for). But for now? The end.

Now that Chipped and Jagged's complete, I'd love to know what you thought of it! Of this chapter, of the story as a whole, of your favorite parts and any that made you giddy or teary-eyed. I'll always want to know what you thought, even ten years from now so please, never be worried or shy about reviewing. Chances are you'll make my day :]

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