After the Empire Strikes Back, Luke Skywalker must deal with the fallout of his encounter with Darth Vader.Nightmares and sleepless nights plague him as he turns a single question over and over in his mind.What does it mean to be the son of Vader?Unable and unwilling to return to Master Yoda just yet, he seeks the help of a mysterious Jedi rumored to be in hiding. All he knows is her name.Ahsoka.…
Guardian. Hero of the Red War. Chosen One. The list goes on.Titan.Buddy.Snitch.She'd never taken a name. Neither had her Ghost.Her actions were the only identity she'd ever known. And she'd never felt the need to change that.Not until Uldren killed her closest friend.Not until duty meant refusing the justice Cayde deserved.Not until a Guardian was expected to let darkness win.So she set out, one Titan against a lawless frontier, stalking the murderer's associates one-by-one.She found freedom in the quest. Freedom in defining herself without the shadow of obligation. For the first time in the five years since her resurrection, she'd begun to create her own identity.The only trouble was that it was built on blood.Perhaps she saw it, perhaps she didn't, but it was no coincidence that in the end, she drew her hand cannon on her enemy the same way he had drawn on her friend.Her Ghost saw it. Tried to stop her before it was too late.But whether it was justice or vengeance coursing through her veins, she didn't listen.And so began a journey that would follow her for the rest of her days.…
POSSIBLE SPOILERS FOR SEASON 3 OF THE BAD BATCH!I let brainrot take over and write my version of why Crosshair refuses to talk about his time on Mount Tantiss. Figured I'd publish it before The Harbinger premieres tonight so in case any of this is true... I can say "I called it." And if not, well, it's still my take on Crosshair's trauma. TW // Physical abuse, mental abuse, disassociation, grief, mental breakdowns…
Ahsoka stands among the ashes of the Republic, gathering the strength to let go.SPOILERS for season 7 of Star Wars: The Clone Wars.Disclaimer: I do not own Star Wars: The Clone Wars or the characters of Star Wars: The Clone Wars. I am not associated with Disney or Lucasfilm. This is a fan fiction solely for entertainment.…
One year after the battle of Crait, the Resistance crumbles after an attack on General Organa's ship, leaving the galaxy to the mercy of the First Order's terrorist regime.Fear spreads. Darkness rises. And the heroes are left to grapple with both past and future.For some, this means answers they would have rather left buried.Others, decisions they wish they could take back.Still others want to restore a glorious legacy.And some want to just let the past die.But, beyond whatever lies behind them, both sides are trying to build their legacy, their future, their galaxy.The war between light and dark has raged for centuries. In this final chapter, the culmination of a thousand generations of Jedi, the dark times of the Empire, the twilight of hope, and the shadow of the First Order-The war is over.And only one side can win.(Disclaimer: I do not own Star Wars or Episode IX. This book is just me letting my imagination run wild and take the Star Wars universe where I think it should go next. Don't copy my ideas. My fanfiction, plot points, ideas, and original characters belong to me.)…
Une Gardienne. L'héro de la guerre rouge. La choisi une. La liste continue.Un Titan.Une amie.Un traître.Elle n'avait jamais pris de nom. Ni son Spectre.Ses actes ont défini les seules identités qu'elle a connu. Et elle n'avait jamais le besoin de changer ça.Pas jusqu'à la mort de son meilleur ami.Pas jusqu'a son devoir signifiait refuser la justice Cayde méritait.Pas jusqu'à qu'un gardien était censé laisser le mal gagner.Alors elle est sortie, un seule Titan contre une frontière sans loi, traquer les associés du meurtrier un par un.Elle a trouvé la liberté dans la quête. La liberté de se définir sans l'ombre de l'obligation. Pour la première fois depuis sa résurrection, elle a commencé à créer sa propre identité.Le seul problème était qu'il a été construit sur le sang.Peut-être qu'elle l'a vu, peut-être pas, mais ce n'était pas un hasard si, à la fin, elle a attiré sur son ennemi de la même façon qu'il avait tiré sur son ami.Son Spectre l'a vu. Il a essayé de l'arrêter avant qu'il était trop tard.Mais que ce soit la justice ou la vengeance qui courait dans ses veines, elle n'écoutait pas à son Spectre.Et alors, sa décision la suivrait pour le reste de ses jours.…