A/N This AU was created by AvengerBlackwidow on DeviantArt. Everything is pretty much the same only with Ezra and Sabine being the Space parents, and Zeb, Kanan, and Hera as the kids. Chopper remains the same, and his favorite target is still Ezra or Zeb, mostly Ezra.

Chapter 1

The allure of space is shortly lost when one travels it alone, and for multiple years while in hiding. Dev Morgan lays down in his bunk while the Ghost drives in auto-pilot. The past few years taking their toll on the mans trust. Navy blue hair spreads around the pillow as he stares at a golden and glass cube, meant to find those like him.

A siren goes off on the ship alerting him to an attack, and like always Dev heads to the cockpit to try and escape. He dodges a birage of gun fire from TIE fighters until an opening presents itself and he manages to escape through hyperspace. As the stars shift to lines, he leans back in his chair with his eyes closed. What good is having a nose or turret gun without someone to man than? What good is a four room ship without someone to occupy them? What good is a galley without someone to share meals with? What good is a Jedi without a Padawan?

He continues this thought as he disconnects his lightsaber from the loop on his coveralls and looks the device over. When he first made it, his master could not see the appeal in such a thing. The thing appears bulky to any other, but to him it serves a higher function. He remembers learning the fighting forms of the Jedi and having great difficulty putting them to better use. What he could do however, was use a blaster like any gun slinging pro straight from Tatooine. When it came to creating his saber he had that in mind, and the added bulkiness was an added gun. His Master had found the shape humorous while the other Jedi knights said it was useless, for if he just learned to wield the weapon correctly, any shot from a blaster could be rebounded back at the assailant.

Dev opens his eyes just as the ship exits Hyperspace, and ahead of the ship is his home world of Lothal. He lands the ship next to an old imperial communications tower, one that has been his base of operations for the longest time. He exits the ship, and moves towards Capital City instead. He moves through the streets and makes his way towards the residential area, towards the place he grew up until he was seven years old. At that time he was taken by the Jedi to train at the temple in Coruscant.

After Order 66 however he returned with the help of another Padawan who now goes by Fulcrum. With their help he was able to go home to his parents, and help supply the Voices of Hope. That lasted for a few years before the empire wised up and put an end to it. For all Dev knows, they're dead. That doesn't stop him from returning to their home. The warnings painted on the walls fail to deter him, and the inside is layered in dust.

He makes his way towards the couch and table to move the latter aside, revealing a hidden tunnel. Sliding down the tunnel he enters the chamber his parents used for their broadcasts. Smaller creates are stacked against the wall with the rebellions symbol on them, the very same crates he brought to them.

On shelves and counters lay the equipment the crates hid. On the one broadcaster unit lies a simple holo disk, which Dev easily pockets as he packs away the rest of the tech. No sense letting the Empire discover them in case his parents are alive.

He lugs the creates up on at a time, refusing to utilize the force should an imperial force-sensitive is in the area. Ten crates later, he lifts them onto the hover carts attached to his speeder, and goes towards the abandoned Communication Tower where he set up base. Set in the tall grass is the Ghost and as Dev approaches he sees a lone figure standing outside, and yellow stripes on the sides that weren't there before.

The figure themselves is a female in Mandalorian armor, each part painted with a different design. A helmet is held under her arm, allowing him to see dyed white hair with purple tips. In her other hand is a the spray she used to paint the yellow stripes. Dev is hesitant to approach, knowing the skills of The race of humans first hand.

"What do you think you're doing?" At the question the female turns and gets her first look at the unknown owner of the ship. "Sorry, I thought that it was abandoned."

Dev just stares, "Well it's not." After that statement he goes to load up the crates while still trying to keep an eye out. he is about to open the hanger door when he sees a very familiar symbol done in orange. "Is that the Star Bird?" He asks as he looks back at the Mandalorian, momentarily forgetting his unease. "Yeah so, what's it to you?"

"Do you know of the rebellion?" Dev asks as he begins pushing the cart of crates into the hanger. When he exits once again the female is following his earlier display and is now further away and looks about ready for a fight. "What's it to you?"

"Well, seeing how I am a rebel, and you just painted it like a target on the front of my ship, I think I have a right to know." He says as he points a glare at her. The female studies the glare, but can see a slightly playfulness behind it. "What can I say other than I was inspired."

Dev barks out a laugh and holds out a gloved hand. "The rebellion could use someone like you. so how's about it, feel like joining up with the wrong crowd?"

The female lets out a light laugh and approaches slowly. "I think you got it mixed up there, The Empire is the wrong crowd. What I'm doing is making the right choice." Just as she is about to take his hand Dev pulls it back, confusing the Mandalorian greatly. "Isn't it customary to give your name or is that just in my culture?"

The female smirks. "Sabine, My names Sabine."

Dev hesitates for only a second "Dev Morgan. Welcome to the crew Sabine."

A/N Again I'm allowed to write this Au with the enthusiastic permission of the creator back on DeviantArt.