RUHLSAR000 Here! You know the drill onto the show. Yeah, I know it iskriffing short but this seemed like a natural cutoff point.

We arrive at the clean newly constructed Ephraim and Mira Bridge Museum of Rebellion History. It's a clean looking building that matches the new city, though it clashes with my memory. I close my eyes and remember. Mom waking me up with a gentle nudge. Dad's hearty laugh as I tell him what happened at school, before being shut up by Mom's sarcastic remarks. Laughter, tears, smiles echo like corrupted holos, just out of clarity. "Why is there a statue of me over there?" David interrupts my thoughts.

I look up at where he is pointing. Sure, enough there is a sculpture of three people, one woman, one man, and one child that did, in fact, have a striking resemblance to David. I suppose that isn't surprising. "Well, look at that. He does look a lot like you." I ruffle his hair but focus on the adults' faces. I approach the statues.

Of course, they had to build the museum here. Even if it was destroyed, Lothal's rebellion was born here, like me…

I hate tomorrow. It doesn't matter if it is called Rebel Day or Empire Day or even my Birthday. It will only ever be the day my parents were stolen and my childhood ended. It's not the rage filled anger of my youth anymore, just the sad loathing of a tired old man, resigned to accept that as the past.

"Who are they?" David asks. I can't bring myself to answer. My eyes are burning. My throat is closing up. "Father?"

"Is it a good likeness, Mr. Bridger?" A voice asks. I turn to the voice and see a woman in a sharp gray suit with a Starbird badge on its breast. Her dark hair is pulled into a bun, framing her tanned face. Sharp but kind blue eyes look at me, hopefully.

"I wouldn't know. I haven't seen my parents in twenty-five years. But from the pictures, I'd say yes." I sigh; my voice cracks as I push down my personal feelings on this whole thing. At the end of the day, this is good for future generations and that is what counts.

"Parents?" David does a double take at the statues.

She nods, solemnly. "I'm Mora Sumar, curator of this museum."

"Morad Sumar's granddaughter?" I ask. She nods. "He was a good man," I say with a sigh.

"Mom always says he never had any regrets about fighting against the Empire." She reassures

I look back up at the statue. "That doesn't make it any easier for those they left behind."

Mora looks up. It's not hard to tell she doesn't know what to say. "We have a lot to discuss for tomorrow, but perhaps I could get a tour for this young man so he isn't bored out of his mind?" Mora asks.

I smile, looking down at David. "Would you like that?"

David smiles, with a nod. "That would be great."

Thank You Time! Thank you, Casstrum93, for reviewing. And thanks for the congrats. I'm super happy this reached a hundred reviews. When I read your comment I had to stop myself from PM you to wait for it. Most of the Ghost crew statues are in Rebellion Park, which is a very big park. As for the girl not recognizing Ezra, I went back and forth on it. But, I really couldn't see her recognizing him. Ezra is thirty-two right now. In the timeline I set up for this story, he fell to the dark side at nineteen, from which he separated from the Ghost crew and started doing seedier missions for the Rebellion. There his open involvement in helping Lothal ended, meaning most of the images of him are from his teens. With that, the Rebellion has taken on a historical aspect in school, so there is that natural 'Oh that happened a long time ago' when really it was less than twenty years ago. Thank you, Midnight, for reviewing. I am not cleaning up Fangirl. She stained my carpet! I laughed a little when I read your review. You got so upset a few weeks when you thought you missed one of my story's hundredth review, but you missed that you were this story's hundredth review. Thank you, KassyRey12, for reviewing. I just realize your name is one letter off SassyRey. Thank you for being so understanding for the lateness. I do my best, but I have a very full class schedule. Your praises make me blush. Thank you, Nyxn Shadows, for reviewing. I am sorry for the late update. I had life get in the way. Thank you, CloudyRaven, for reviewing. Me too. I already had a "Kanan's goin' to die' moment, I don't need another! They already said Yoda may have meant a lot of things when he said Luke was the last of the Jedi. Heck, that could have been plural, as in he is the last of the current Jedi trained. Or as I like to think, he was lying out of his but because Luke had a real chance of falling.

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