Chapter 1

Responses:

Guest(The one who said welcome): Thank you, and don't worry about the timeline aspect. That will all be revealed soon.

Guest(The only other review on July 2): Glad to hear you're enjoying it!

(A/N I don't own SW Rebels or any other aspect of the franchise. Reshuffled to fit together better, hence the responses to reviews. The way the POV situation is going to work is, either Sabine or Ezra will be the focus. Maybe very rarely an impartial third view.)

"So, where are we going?" Sabine turned to Ahsoka, who was sitting across from her in the cockpit of the T6 republic shuttle. She wasn't surprised to see the Togruta alive; even though to the best of her knowledge Ahsoka had perished at the hand of Darth Vader on Malachor, the woman had shown up a few weeks after the Battle of Endor, apparently courtesy of Ezra and the World Between Worlds. Since then she had drifted around the galaxy, sometimes dropping in with Hera and the rebellion - or as they now were, the New Republic - to help track down cells from the crumbling empire, other times stopping by on Lothal to give hope to Sabine that Ezra was still alive. Ahsoka glanced over at Sabine, then back to her console so she could continue programming the hyperdrive to their destination. After a stagnant pause, Ahsoka broke the silence.

"How much do you know about Mortis?

"So what you're telling me, is that the Mortis Gods, the ones in the paintings on Lothal, they are real, and you've met them?"

"Yup."

"And they ended up killing each other off?"

"Correct."

"And you think that Mortis is where Ezra has been for five years?"

"The gist of it."

Sabine sat back in her chair and breathed out, mind blown. Over the last half hour, she had learned that the archetypes she had studied in paintings for years were real, Ahsoka and her master had met them, and now the world they had resided on could be housing Ezra. She couldn't believe it. In a matter of days or weeks, she could be seeing her friend. Unless he's dead. Unless he isn't on Mortis, and he left for good. Sabine shook her head; of course this is where the doubts would start to creep in. Ahsoka had always provided reliable information on the Fulcrum network, there would be no reason to doubt her now. Sitting back up, she glanced over to the hyperdrive panel, and raised an eyebrow.

"Are these the co-ords to Mortis then? I would have thought an almost unfindable, barely-recorded celestial body would be in Wild Space, let alone actually have co-ordinates." Ahsoka cracks a grin at this.

"No, it's Fest, and some friends. Hera introduced me after I returned, I thought you would know them."

"Well, after the siege was lifted on Lothal, I stayed behind, so I didn't have much direct contact with the Rebellion. Might have heard of them, though. Names?"

Ahsoka smiled, as if reminiscing. "Jyn and Cassian Erso-Andor?"

POV SWITCH

Ezra came to with a throbbing pain in his shoulder, a reminder of the fact that Thrawn had shot him before they jumped - or rather the Purrgil did, the Chimaera was in no position to activate it's hyperdrive. Looking around the bridge, he found that the Purrgil were absent - presumably they had left the Chimaera here and jumped to wherever the space whales disappeared off to - and that Thrawn was in exactly the same position as before the jump, albeit unconscious and less tentacles wrapped around his frame. Moving quietly, as so to not wake him up, and provoke another confrontation, Ezra moved to the front of the bridge, the blast proof glass had proved not tentacle proof and so the emergency shields had come up, casting everything in a blue light. Beyond the shields and into space, there were no obvious planets apart from a relatively small (from the bridge of a Star Destroyer of course, Ezra had no doubts it could dwarf the Ghost or even the Tantive IV) red and black bipyramid. It seemed to glow from inside, perhaps a light source of some kind. As Ezra watched, the light pulsed for a few seconds, then just kept increasing until it was more white than red, from the corner of his eye he could see Thrawn beginning to stir, but the light just kept growing and growing, until it became so bright the pain in his eyes dwarfed even the pain in his shoulder, and with a final grunt, the teen fell unconscious.

Ezra opened his eyes slowly, still wary of the sudden light from before. Finding no immediate threat, his attention was drawn to the pain in his shoulder. It was moveable, but painful to do so. Casting his eyes around the room, he noticed Thrawn was in his previous position, sprawled across the floor. Standing up, the ship gave a sudden jolt, Ezra fell back to the deck, and everything started flying upwards.

(This chapter is dedicated to u/DragonMaster7Zero5 on reddit, sorry it took so long to get going, but here you go.

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