The “General Syndulla” reference has created debate among Rebels fans, since Hera’s father, Cham Syndulla, is already a resistance general on the show – and she’s not. It turns out, this a tease of things to come on Rebels. “I can clarify that’s absolutely Hera being paged, not her dad,” Filoni says. “The movie gives that away, but I would rather have all the [references] be right. Hera will eventually become a general in the Rebel Alliance.”
Cassian adverted his gaze from the massive expanse of blackness stretching endlessly before him. He couldn’t help but allow his chocolatey brown eyes to drift to you, his careful watch lingering on your sleeping form for more than a few moments. Cassian jumped as he heard the familiar voice of his trusted copilot chiding him for his misplaced focus. “You shouldn’t do that,” remarked K-2SO, “it’s creepy.”
Cassian merely rolled his eyes and once more shifted his gaze to the everlasting void ahead. Even though he wasn’t looking at you, thoughts of you ran through his mind like a stampede. After internally battling himself on the subject, Cassian sprung from his seat, excusing himself with a single command: “Pilot the ship, K.” The dark haired rebel slowly made his way to the back of the ship and rummaged through the small storage compartment, before finally emerging with a lush blanket and a single idea possessing his mind. He imagined that you must be rather cold, and he knew from personal experience that those harsh metal seats provided little comfort for a tired soul.
Careful not to disturb you, Cassian draped the blanket, his only blanket, over your shoulders. He paused, taking in every aspect of your placid expression. However, his moment of mesmerization was interrupted as your bright eyes fluttered open, their wandering gaze eventually resting on the man before you. “Sorry,” Cassian mumbled, nervousness seeping through his heavy accent, “I didn’t mean to wake you.” He had known you for years, yet he could never escape that familiar feeling of restlessness that commanded every encounter he had with you. A small grin spread onto your lips upon hearing his familiar voice. You moved to sit upright, allowing enough room beside you for Cassian to accompany you. Cassian noticed that your soft smile had quickly faded away as he sat next to you. His eyes wandered about your uneasy frame, settling when he saw a flicker of fear cross your face.
“Cass,” you muttered, instantly gaining his undivided attention, “you’ll protect me, right?”
Cassian knew you would be apprehensive towards this mission; your role would solely determine the success of it. A flash of offense swept across Cass’ features. Did you truly doubt that he would take care of you? Cass adverted his gaze, allowing the brown orbs to rest on the rusting floor below him. After collecting his thoughts, he looked back to you, noticing that you had unconsciously moved closer to him, seeking more warmth than the blanket could provide. “Y/N,” worry clouded your usually bright eyes, “I always have protected you.”
A reassuring sense of security seemed to force out all thoughts of doubt as Cassian’s dark eyes locked with yours. Relief flooded over you; your fears were groundless, Cassian had always pulled through for you and you always completed the mission. A soft laugh flowed from your lips, causing Cassian to grin. “Remember that time when you tackled me because you thought there was a bomb, but it turned out to be a part from the ship?” you questioned between bouts of laughter. Cassian laughed along, happy that you found humor in his stupidity. You shoved him lightly as the memory of fonder times rolled away.
Cassian took a deep breath and held it, “I couldn’t let them hurt you. It didn’t matter if it was fake or real.” You couldn’t help a look of awe from lighting up your face. Cassian took your hand, wrapping his strong fingers around yours. “I need you to know that whatever happens…” Cass’ voice trailed off, “I’d do anything for you.” Your even breath hitched ever so slightly as you heard Cassian’s confession. “For you, I’d get in the way of a thousand bombs if it meant you got to live.” You gazed up at him, eyes sparkling. “For you, I’d steal the stars.” Your only response was pulling him towards you in a surprisingly strong embrace, praying that he wouldn’t leave anytime soon.
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hera syndulla deserves so much more recognition than she gets like the girl was involved in the rebellion from basically childhood, was taking on complicated missions at the age of 18, literally saw the clone battalions coming in on ships to help ryloth as a little girl and decided that she wanted to be a pilot. like she’s had the ghost for years, was already paving a way in the rebellion before any of the crew came along. she can handle herself in a fight, she’s smart, she’s well respected, she’s responsible and self reliant and very compassionate and without her the ghost crew would have never become what it is. hera deserves so much more attention and love than she gets and i will never not be upset about it