A Home of Our Own

Kanan Jarrus was in love.

The Ghost, Hera had called it.

It was the ship he’d admired as it passed him on the way to Cynda days earlier—and it was a marvel. Roughly hexagonal in shape, it was a light freighter with lots of modifications—all of them, as near as he could tell, improvements. The two main engines jutting out the back were top-notch pieces of equipment, better than anything he’d seen on Gorse or anywhere else. A cockpit sat front-and-center above another bubble housing a turret for a forward gunner. It had symmetry many Corellian cargo ships lacked—and even a small excursion module mounted aft.

After piloting dingy freighters and explosives haulers, after riding in nasty commercial liners and the holds of mining ships, Kanan found Ghost a breath of pure oxygen.

He would kill to fly it—and as Hera had joked, he might have to.

It was hers, all hers.

That was fine. He’d welcome the ride.

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With my endless adoration for Star Wars Rebels, it has been challenging to find something that I did not already rant about regarding my favorite space people.

Then, inspired by this beautiful pin by @lanternpins, the engineer in me realized that I could actually speak about their HOME.

The Ghost, like many other fictional vessels, is more than a spaceship.

It is the heart and soul of this extraordinary group of Rebels.

It is part of the crew, a fully-fledged character of the story.

Sure, an armed war machine, able to inflict pain and destruction.

But also their refuge, their protection.

Wrapping them, cuddling them.

A place for learning and growing.

For laughter and silly jokes.

A place for being everything they want to be.

A family.