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Zeb was polishing up his bo-rifle in the common area when Ezra slid onto the chair across from him, looking at him intently. Zeb paused and raised an eyebrow at him. "Somethin' you want, kid?"

Ezra looked meaningfully between Zeb and his bo-rile. "Could… Could I see it?"

That had Zeb raising both eyebrows. "Sure." He set his cloth down and placed it down on the table for Ezra to look at. Ezra gave a small smile as he carefully ran his fingers over one end. "Can I see what it looks like inside?"

Zeb's eyes narrowed slightly at him. "What's this about?"

"Well, it's not just a rifle. Like it's name, it's also a bo-staff!"

"Yeeeaaah, we only call it a bo-rifle because there is no Basic word for this weapon."

Ezra looked up at him curiously. "What's it called in Lasan?"

"A boçuahitl."

Ezra's eyes widened at that. "I-I think I'll stick to bo-rifle."

Zeb chuckled. "I figured as much. But what do you want to see inside?"

"I-I've never really looked at a weapon that has two completely different primary functions," Ezra said. "I want to see how the energy is distributed and how the two functions are wired together in the chassis."

"Alright…" Zeb said as he worked to open it up. Ezra had always had a head for electronics and mechanics. This would certainly be something different than the Imperial or old Republic tech he was accustomed to.

The kid looked over everything with wide eyes, gingerly moving the bo-rifle and lightly tracing his fingers over the lines.

"Got any questions?" Zeb wasn't an expert of the construction itself, but he knew enough to do regular maintenance.

"Um…" Ezra looked up at him. "I might ask later, if that's okay."

"'Course. What's this about anyway? Workin' on a new project?"

Ezra nodded. "Yeah, but I still need to figure a bunch of stuff out. I'm not even sure it'll work…"

"What's the project? Something for your slingshot?"

Ezra gave a small grin. "Something like that." He sat up. "Thanks Zeb!"

He ran out before the Lasat could respond. Zeb just chuckled and shook his head as he closed his bo-rifle back up. He was happy to see that Ezra was in a much better place than he had been a week ago. Kid seemed to bounce back quickly.

Chopper sighed as he did his assigned maintenance. He was only doing this because Mom was forcing him to. It was also technically part of his regular duties but he liked to ignore them. But if he did them on occasion, it kept Mom off his back.

There was a clang, and Chopper swiveled his head towards it. With a quick scan, he determined it was the Baby Jedi. He growled and called out to him.

"S-Sorry, Chop! I'm just looking for parts…" Baby Jedi stumbled out from behind the hyperspace core where some of their spare parts were stored. "We don't have as much as I thought…"

Chopper let out a questioning hum. What kind of parts did the Baby Jedi need?

"Uh, I think I'm going to need a lot of things. Like, at least a power cell, but I just checked and I can't seem to find any." Baby Jedi sighed. "This is going to take longer than I was expecting…"

Chopper spun his dome around with a whistle, offering to help him find the parts he needed. This was a golden opportunity to avoid his chores. If Mom complained, he can say he was helping the Baby Jedi. That (almost) always worked.

Baby Jedi smiled. "Thanks, Chop! I'm not sure what I'm going to need at this point… but if you could just look at everything and tell me what you find?"

Chopper confirmed the request, rolling off to catalogue what parts they had. It was not information he kept on record since it was a waste of space. Why waste memory recording it when he could easily roll over and check for himself whenever he needed?

They went through the usual storage cabinets, Chopper quickly tallied up an inventory of the spare parts they kept lying around. As he listed them off for Ezra, the Baby Jedi didn't seem particularly pleased with what he was hearing.

What exactly are you working on anyway? Chopper grumbled at him.

The Baby Jedi sighed. "I… have this idea for a lightsaber." He let out a groan, running his hand through his hair in frustration. "But it's going to go nowhere if I don't even have the basic parts to make a normal saber…" He ran to the back of the engine room, opening the storage locker to look through it once again.

Chopper growled as he thought. He went through a few basic algorithms based on what the Baby Jedi had rejected and the statements he had made.

Wait one minute. He turned around and dug through his personal storage.

"Chop…?" Ezra ran back around the hyperdrive core to glance at him. "What are you doing?"

Chopper just whistled and hummed as he rearranged a few things. Then he yanked out his spare power cell with a triumphant groan, rolling over and presenting it to the Baby Jedi.

Ezra blinked at him a few times, taking the power cell from his manipulator. "Chopper, this is yours. I can't take this!"

Spinning his dome around, he grunted that it was a spare. If this lightsaber was so important to the Baby Jedi, he could afford to give it away.

That made the Baby Jedi grin as he held the power cell to his chest. "Thanks, Chop. I owe you one."

Sabine hummed as she looked over her work, tapping her sprayer against her chin. It was missing something. She mentally began to overlay different colors and patterns over her current piece, trying to picture what exactly it needed. Did it need more depth? Was the coloring off?

There was a knock on her bunk door. "Yeah?" she said absentmindedly, not turning.

The door opened, and she glanced over her shoulder to see Ezra step inside. He rubbed the back of his head nervously. "Hey, could I ask for a favor?"

"Depends on the favor, kid." She turned back to her work, switching out the color on her sprayer. "What's up?"

"It's, um…"

His voice petered out, and Sabine turned back to see him staring at the painting. She gave a small smile. "What do you think?"

"It's… It's us," he stated simply.

She rolled her eyes slightly at that. "Yeah, duh. How do you think it looks?"

Ezra stepped a little closer, looking over each of the crew members. To the right was Zeb and Sabine, his arm around her shoulders in a teasing manner. To the left was Kanan and Hera, his arm around her waist. His other hand was on Ezra's shoulder, where he and Chopper occupied the foreground.

"I mean, it looks great to me," Ezra said, glancing up at her. "But I'm not exactly an art expert."

"Fair enough," Sabine said with a shrug. She set her sprayer aside and turned to him fully. "So what's this favor you want?"

"Oh yeah, uh…" Ezra's hand was back up in his hair. "You have your own stash of electronics and stuff, right?"

"Yeah…" Sabine said slowly. "Is this about your lightsaber?"

Ezra stiffened slightly, but then he lowered his hand and his shoulders relaxed. "Yeah it is. I'm having problems finding the parts I need."

"... and you want to look through my stash to see if I have anything useful."

"O-Only if that's okay," Ezra said quickly. "And I'll pay you back at some point. I just really want to get my saber made as soon as possible, and I think I finally figured out how it's all going to work together." He started listing off on his fingers. "I need a power converter, two modulations circuits, an energy gate, a plasma nozzle, stuff for a chassis…"

Sabine hummed. "Let me check." She walked over to her storage unit and pulled out her box of parts. It was… semi-organized. She knew where to look for parts Ezra might be interested in.

"Well, I definitely don't have everything but…" She stood, holding the parts in her hand. "I've got a couple used modulation circuits and an energy gate. You'll have to be careful with the circuits and make sure they're tuned properly."

Ezra gave a grin as he stepped over and swiped the parts from her hands. "Thanks, Sabine! I owe you!" He turned to run out of her cabin.

Sabine smiled, calling after him. "Yeah, you better believe you do!"

Hera was working on repairs to some of the stabilizers after a TIE fighter's plasma bolt had overloaded one of the subsystems. There were some parts that needed repairing or replacing, but thankfully nothing too drastic. They even had all the parts necessary for the repairs.

There was the sound of footsteps on durasteel, and Hera smiled. "Hello, Ezra," she said without pulling out from underneath the console.

"Hey… do you want a hand?"

"Sure." Hera vaguely waved at the toolbox. "Could you hand me the sandflimsi? There's some nasty scoring I want to get rid of."

A moment later, the rough and stiff flimsi was placed in her hand, and she got to work.

After the scoring had been cleared and Ezra had helped her replace a few of the wires, the young teen piped up. "Could I ask for a favor?"

Hera chuckled, not looking away from the delicate soldering work she was doing. "Is this about your lightsaber?"

"Yeah… I've pretty much got it all figured out." There was the soft clinking of durasteel, and she assumed Ezra was fiddling with one of the tools. "I've been meditating a lot with Kanan and practicing, but I still don't have all the parts I need."

Hera chuckled. "And you want me to swing by our usual supply hubs and see if we can find them?"

"I-If that's okay. I have almost everything. Kanan even had enough to make the chassis I want. But I still need a power converter and, um…" Ezra hesitated. "And some Tibanna…"

That caught Hera's attention. She slid out from underneath the console and raised a brow at Ezra. "Tibanna?" she echoed.

Ezra squirmed a bit under her gaze, rubbing the back of his neck. "Yeah…"

"Tibanna is no joke, Ezra. Is this normal for a lightsaber?"

Ezra squirmed a bit under her gaze. "Not… exactly. But I don't need much!" he added quickly. "I shouldn't need any more than a gram."

Hera hummed thoughtfully. While Tibanna wasn't exactly difficult to find, it was never cheap, and at the moment, their reserve funds were low. "A power converter is easy enough to get. Tibanna…" Then an idea struck her. She moved to stand. "Here, follow me."

With a slight frown, Ezra got up and followed her down to the engine room. There, Hera grabbed an empty compressor container and connected it to one of the pressure valves that stuck out of the shell of the hyperdrive.

Ezra's eyes widened in realization. "Wait, you don't need to take it from the Ghost…!"

"You know it lasts us a while, and you said it yourself: you only need a gram." Once she finished extracting it, she stepped over and offered the container to him. "This ship is your home. Seems fitting it would find a place in your saber too."

Ezra took the container almost reverently, staring at it for a moment. Then he held it close to his chest and looked up at Hera with a smile. "Thanks, Hera."

Hera smiled back. "Of course, love."

Most of the crew was lounging in the common area. Hera was leaning against Kanan on the couch, taking a few minutes to relax. Chopper was charging, Sabine was sketching on her pad, and Zeb was tending to his bo-rifle. Ezra was noticeably missing. As he had been for the last several days.

Finally, Zeb sighed. "Kid's been at this thing for days. How long can it take to put together a single weapon?"

"It's more complicated than just 'putting it together'," Kanan said. "A lightsaber is an extension of the Jedi themself. Ezra needs to focus on the Force and connect with the crystal while it's being assembled."

Ezra had spent weeks now figuring out what he wanted his saber to be like and collecting the components he needed. Kanan was able to help with a few spare parts he had gathered over the years, but he spent most of his time instructing Ezra on how this worked. How it had always worked for those who grew up in the Temple. How it had worked for him.

Kanan sighed, his arm tightening around Hera's middle. He knew Ezra was ready for this, but it was still hard to just sit by and wait. Beyond his instruction, Kanan couldn't aid him. Building his lightsaber was a ritual that needed to be conducted between Ezra, his crystal, and the Force.

Almost as if on cue, the door to the common area opened, and Ezra stepped in with a nervous smile on his face. Kanan got up from the couch and stepped over. "Everything okay?"

"Yeah…" Ezra held up his hand and offered the device to him. "I thought you should look it over first."

With a slight frown, he took the device from Ezra. It was not at all what he expected. While he could see the underlying structure of a more typical lightsaber, it also had a guard that extended from either end and came together to form a rectangle. It was like no lightsaber Kanan had ever seen.

But the structure ultimately didn't matter. It was Ezra's, and he made it to his liking. Kanan could hear the soft hum of the crystal inside and the way it called to Ezra. Kanan smiled, handing it back. "It's different. But it suits you."

Ezra smiled as he took it back. "Yeah, I… uh… added a little something to the lightsaber layout you gave me." Without prompt, Ezra turned toward the table and held it up like a blaster. Biting his lip, he aimed at one of the cups at the table and fired.

A ball of blue energy shot out from one end of the lightsaber, knocking the cup back against the wall, the water splatter Zeb. "Oi!" he said, jumping up.

Ezra cringed, pulling his lightsaber back. "Sorry!"

"It's alright…" Zeb growled, wiping off the droplets that had fallen on his bo-rifle. "Little water never hurt nothin'..."

Sabine stepped over, looking down at the device. "Well that explains why you needed modulation circuits. Pretty clever kid."

Ezra practically beamed at that. "Thanks."

"As clever as that is…" Kanan put a hand on his shoulder. "Why don't you have a go at the saber itself.

Ezra looked down at his saber with a soft sigh and nodded. "Alright…"

Kanan took a small step back as Ezra shift his thumb to ignite his saber. The laser sword sprang forth with a distinctive crackling buzz, illuminating the room with a soft blue glow. His son's eyes practically sparked as he gazed at the blade, and Kanan's chest swelled with pride. He watched as Ezra slowly moved it through the air, his smile getting wider by the second.

Hera stepped up beside Kanan, also smiling proudly at Ezra. They exchanged a glance out of the corners of their eyes. Kanan didn't need the Force to know they were thinking the same thing. Their future was uncertain. With every day, with every decision they made, the marched toward unknown consequences. But when it came to Ezra… they did good.

Yeah… they did good.

Oh my god, endings are hard to write...

But there it is! The conclusion of the most ambitious story I have ever written... So much has changed since I started writing this *checks date* holy crap, almost THREE YEARS ago... (I started writing this months before I posted). It's been a hell of a journey, and it wasn't always easy, but in the end I don't think I could be happier with how this turned out.

Thank you all for the support and comments. As always, they were fuel for my writing fire.

I'm definitely not done with the fandom. Along with the occasional oneshot or shortfic, I've been working on a new longfic. I'm about 30k words in. I'll want to get a bit more done before I actually start posting, so stay tuned.

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May the Force be with you. Always.