Fandom: Star Wars: Rebels, Star Wars - All Media Types
Rating: Teen And Up Audiences
Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings
Relationships: Kanan Jarrus/Hera Syndulla
Characters: Hera Syndulla, Kanan Jarrus, Sabine Wren, Garazeb "Zeb" Orrelios, C1-10P | Chopper, Ezra Bridger, Cham Syndulla, Barriss Offee, Kallus | ISB-021, Darth Vader, Ahsoka Tano, The Inquisitor (Star Wars), The Seventh Sister, The Fifth Brother
Additional Tags: Alternate Universe, Canon-Typical Violence
Ten years after she vanished during an Imperial raid on a Twi'lek colony, Cham Syndulla sees his daughter Hera for the first time in a hologram -- now wearing the uniform of an Imperial agent and apparently working closely with a human Inquisitor. All Cham wants to do is to bring his long-missing child home to what remains of her family, but he soon finds that Hera Syndulla is only interested in two things: her duty to the Empire and her loyalty to her crew, a mismatched collection of outcasts brought together by Hera and her pet Inquisitor.
With Cham and the Rebel agent known as Fulcrum in pursuit, a new mission takes Hera and the crew of the Ghost to the planet Lothal, where a chance meeting with a Force-sensitive teenager awakens something long buried in the Inquisitor once known as Kanan Jarrus...and has dire consequences for Hera, their crew, the Empire, and the fledgling Rebel Alliance.
Something has happened, Hera thought. It’s been too long.
She let her head fall back against her chair’s headrest, staring out at the viewport and willing Fulcrum’s ship to appear, even if she didn’t have a clue what it looked like. Kanan should have checked in by now. He should have checked in hours ago. It was an easy trick to jump in and out of hyperspace, losing any pursuers along the way; they should have been able to rendezvous with Fulcrum within minutes of leaving the clearinghouse. That had been hours ago.
Fulcrum could have turned Kanan and Ezra in to the Empire. She could have sold them to the Hutts. She could have killed them herself –
Blast it, Kanan, what were you thinking?
Hera folded a hand into a fist and pounded it silently against the armrest, which barely even had the effect of leavening her frustration. The only other person in the cockpit to see was Chopper, who had certainly seen far worse over the past six years; Zeb and Sabine had both retreated once it became evident that nothing was going to happen quickly.
Neither of them could understand why Kanan had gone off with a complete stranger either, of course. The Kanan they knew had always been smarter than that, mostly because they had never known the Kanan who had thrown away his entire life to follow Hera off Gorse.
Hera massaged the skin over her eyes. Arguably that hadn’t turned out very well for Kanan, either.
She looked up as the door behind her slid open. “Any news?” Zeb asked.
Hera shook her head. “Nothing yet. I don’t even know where they might have gone.”