This story will be THE CORRECT VERSION of what should have been in that recording. I don't plan on it being super long.
All constructive criticism welcome! I hope to come back home soon.
- Spectre 6
Ezra Bridger's communications tower was mostly silent, something Sabine Wren still couldn't get used to. The only sound was from the Loth Cat tat had randomly showed up and made itself her pet. A smile formed on her lips as she stared at the cat who was eating its dinner. Sabine would never understand how, but it seemed like this was Ezra's doing. Even though he's gone, part of him is here, watching over her. "Though I don't know how good you'd be in a fight." She chuckled.
Her attention turned back to the holo-communicator. She had listened to it more times than she'd ever admit. It became a daily ritual, sometimes multiple times per day, to listen to it. Being able to see and hear him brought her comfort, and kept her strong. Things had deteriorated for the Ghost crew after Ezra's sacrifice. For a short while they stayed together, and tried to formulate plans for finding Ezra. After a while of getting nowhere, things happened that Sabine still didn't understand, and suddenly the Ghost crew was dissolved. Everyone went their separate ways, did their own thing. They still kept in touch, especially Hera and Sabine, but it wasn't the same.
Hitting play on the communicator, Sabine sat down on the bed.
Ezra's image appeared. He looked serious and mature, not at all what you normally expected. "Hi Sabine." He started. "I'm guessing you're angry and would like to punch me, probably several times." Despite it being a lighthearted comment, Ezra did his best to remain serious. "When I was homeless on Lothal, my parents long since taken, I did things I wasn't proud of. Every time I did them, I felt bad, but if I didn't, I knew I might die."
Ezra paused. " When you guys took me in, I vowed to pay back my mistakes. I told myself I'd give back to my home, make amends. The communication tower is the last thing I have that's truly mine, the last real connection to my parents. You might not understand, or maybe you do since you're a Mandalorian, but these are my people, we've all been victimized by the Empire for far too long. I have to stop it and protect them." He paused again. "I know what you're thinking, 'why does it have to be you?' The only answer I can come up with, because I'm a Jedi. As Kanan once said, the Jedi weren't perfect, but they were protectors. I, too, am a protector, and I've been summoned to do just that."
Ezra reached towards his belt, grabbing his lightsaber. "Sabine, there is a reason you are the one seeing this message, and why you are holding my lightsaber. I trust you more than anyone else. No matter what situation, if you asked me for blind trust in any decision you were making, I would without hesitation. You are the strongest and bravest person I know, but more importantly, you're my best friend. From the day we met, you've been my everything. At first sight I fell in love with your beauty, over time I fell in love with who you are, and now I love everything about you. Yeah, you're feisty and bullheaded," This time he chuckled. "but that adds to the charm."
Ezra set his lightsaber down somewhere out of frame. "While I'm gone, Lothal will be vulnerable. I'm sorry to ask such a thing, but please protect my home. I know you'll want to come find me immediately, and you will in due time, but first, Lothal needs someone to watch over it. I'm counting on you to do what I can't: keep my home safe. I love you, Sabine." Ezra smiled, giving a half, dorky salute. "This isn't goodbye, it's see you later." The holo-communicator turned off.
Sabine was not someone who cried. Damnit she was strong Mandalorian who ate the tears of her enemies. Yet, every damn time Sabine watched the recording her eyes got wet. "Damn you, Bridger." She muttered, suppressing a smile.
