RebelCaptain Secret Santa 2023

Hi @luciechat !

I’m not your original RCNSS, but I volunteered to whip up a little something for you when your original SS had irl happenings that prevented them from writing it.

Your prompts honestly sounds very much like something I would like to read. As usual, this almost grew a life of its own and I hope it meets enough of your prompts to make it enjoyable. It's titled <a href=https://archiveofourown.org/works/52791835>Choice</a> and it's also on AO3.

It’s been a heck of a year and I haven’t really written anything for a long time, so I really hope you’ll like this.

Enjoy! (Summary is below; full fic below the cut.

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She scoffed, sipping again at her cider. “Cassian, the only reason I’m even here in the first place was because Melshi and the others broke me out of prison. You can’t seriously think I actually would have come if I had been given the choice? With who I was then? Not a chance.”

🎶 Through this night, the dream still wanders, as it was meant to be. And every year, this night grows fonder of children and circumstance caught in this childhood dance, as the world turns around, keeping dreams off the ground.

Windows of frosted ice, prisming candlelight, and somehow we start to believe - in the night and the dream as it cuts through the noise, with the whisper of snow as it starts to deploy.

In the depths of a night, that's about to begin, with the feeling of snow as it melts on your skin and it covers the land with a dream so intense that it returns us all to a child's innocence.

And then what you'd thought lost and could never retrieve is suddenly there to be found on Christmas Eve!🎶

-- The Lost Christmas Eve; The Lost Christmas Eve, by Trans-Siberian Orchestra.

**Video is of the song above and is mine, taken at a Trans-Siberian Orchestra concert in 2022.

TW: flashing lights, strobe lights

“How does the story end?”

“I suppose that depends on us. We’ve got to be the heroes of our own stories.

Sometimes that means reading the past for clues. Sometimes that means peering as much as you can into the future to light the way.

Sometimes you gotta work where no one can see you until you’re ready to be seen. Sometimes you gotta walk in dreams so you know what a dream feels like, so you know the shape of your own longings.

Other times, you gotta bring the fire of your anger and righteousness. And sometimes, you gotta heal the things that are broken or sick, even when it scares you. Even when you feel like walking away and pretending you never saw the sickness. Don’t need special powers to do any of that.

The truth is, the story never ends. It’s always happening. But whether it tips toward evil or good, well now, that’s up to all of us. We are all storytellers, telling the story, adding our piece.”

Can I just say how much I adore how relatively few words are spoken in the last ten or so minutes of Rogue One?  Letting that gorgeous music just speak for itself?  Especially during the collapsing of the shield gate and the destruction of Scarif?  So pretty and just...ugh...perfect.  I adore Michael Giacchino’s music...he let just enough of John Williams’ original scores through so you know it’s a Star Wars film, but he gave Rogue One a life of it’s own. And I will forever be grateful for that.

RebelCaptain Secret Santa 2022

Hi @grexigone! I'm your RebelCaptain Network Secret Santa!

I sincerely hope you like this - it ended up being different than I had planned in my head (I think over half of it wrote itself), but I think it still works. It's titled Rest and is also posted on AO3.

The summary is below; full fic below the cut.

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While the Rebellion prepares to leave Yavin IV after the destruction of the first Death Star, Princess Leia and General Draven have a particular mission in mind for Cassian and Jyn. Who knows? Maybe they'll actually get a chance to rest on this one.