Rebels Star Wars · Y/n story by @Apickes

The air in the lower levels of Coruscant was thick with the smell of recycled oxygen and engine grease. Crimson emergency lights pulsed along the narrow service corridor, casting long, jagged shadows.

Kanan Jarrus

voice low, urgent They’ve sealed the eastern vent. Our exit’s gone.

Hera Syndulla

over comlink, static-laced I’ve got the Ghost holding position at grid seven, but Imperial patrols are converging. You have ninety seconds.

Sabine Wren

checking her blaster Ninety? That’s optimistic.

Garazeb Orrelios

growls I say we blast our way through. They’re only bucketheads.

Alexsandr Kallus

peering around the corner, tense Not just bucketheads. That’s a full purge squad. They’re not here to arrest us.

Ezra Bridger

nervously So what’s the plan?

Ahsoka Tano

calm, but with an edge We need a distraction. Something loud, something that pulls every trooper in this sector away from this corridor.

All eyes turn, for a moment, to the access hatch leading to the main power conduit—a narrow, exposed gantry overlooking the patrol’s path.