Title: Teenage Rebellion Author: Raissa Baiard Characters: Mara Jade Blayne (AU Mara); Luke Skywalker; Ezra Bridger; other mostly canon characters Time frame: Saga, immediately following the Battle of Yavin Synopsis: the journals of three teenage members of the Rebellion. This is my first attempt at the DDC; it is a companion piece to my Raissa Baiard/Doran Blayne stories and my OTP Challenge entry, Star Crossed. A huge Thank you to Ewok Poet, because this is ALL HER FAULT. She first had the idea that I should do a diary for an angsty, teenage Mara, and then upped the ante by suggesting that I should do journals for all three of the main characters in this story. THEY'RE NOT ANGSTY; NO ONE UNDERSTANDS THEM!1! If half the crazy ideas she and Findswoman and I tossed around make it into this story, it's gonna be a wild ride. This is an AU in which Mara was never discovered by the Emperor and remained with her family, to be trained in the Force as a Jedi. In this universe, the non-attachment doctrine is strongly encouraged but not not as strictly enforced as in canon. The characters involved are canon for the most part; the OC's that appear are listed beneath the spoiler. Spoiler The Blayne family lives on the (fanon) planet of Merkesh near the Corporate Sector. They, along with a few others, make up the Rebel cell, the Idiot’s Array, which specializes in helping those persecuted by the Empire escape to the Corporate Sector under new identities. They assisted the crew of the Ghost with one such mission. (See Star Crossed for details) Mara Jade Blayne:17 year old daughter of Raissa and Doran Blayne. As well as being trained in the ways of the Force, she is an expert slicer and forger, thanks to the tutelage of former Bothan spy, Dev Breil’lya. She works as a waitress/barista at her father’s cantina, the Café Alderaan. Her call sign in the Idiot’s Array is Ace of Sabers. Doran Blayne: né Dominic Jade, a fugitive Jedi who escaped the fall of the Jedi Temple. He fled Coruscant and eventually made his way to Merkesh, where he sold the crystals in his lightsaber to buy the Café Alderaan. There he met the Force-sensitive Vice-Prefect Raissa Baiard and took her on as his padawan. Despite Jedi doctrine discouraging attachments, they fell in love and were married. (See Everyone Comes to Doran's Place and In the Cards for their early relationship) Call sign: Master of Flasks Raissa (Baiard) Blayne: Prefect of the Imperial garrison at Merkesh City. Discovered she was Force-sensitive in her 20’s and, disillusioned by the Empire’s empty promises of justice for all, chose to train with Doran even as she remained at the garrison to fulfill what she saw as her duty to the citizens of Merkesh. She owns an aging pygmy roba named Frugly with whom she shares a strong empathic bond. Call sign: Mistress of Staves Domnic Blayne: 15 year old son of Raissa and Doran. The serious middle child, his call sign is Balance. Annina Blayne: 10 year old daughter of Raissa and Doran. She is in most ways the opposite of her older sister, and loves everything ruffly and sparkly. Like her mother, she is empathic towards animals; her companion is a pittin named Princess. Call sign: Star Dev Breil’lya: Mara’s teacher in slicing and spycraft. Trained as a spy on Bothawui, he became a fugitive after assaulting an ISB agent and wound up as a pickpocket and petty thief on Merkesh. When Raissa became Prefect, she recruited him as an informant and information broker. He now operates a tech-repair shop as a front; he has a wife, Keffria, and a daughter, Tris. Call sign: Commander of Coins Mara Today, I joined the Rebellion. I suppose technically I’ve been a Rebel since I first sliced the Imperial database when I was ten, or even before that. When you are born the Force-sensitive child of Jedi parents, your whole existence is an act of rebellion. Thanks to Uncle Dev and his cousins, I arrived on Yavin and presented myself for service to Mon Mothma and the Council. I don’t think they were impressed that the seasoned slicer and agent they were promised turned out to be a seventeen year old girl, but Princess Leia Organa asked when age became the sole determinant of ability. None of them dared to argue after that. Annina would have squealed so hard at the idea of meeting a real princess that the transparisteel tactical screen in the middle of the room would have shattered, but, honestly, I think she would have been disappointed. Princess Leia is not nearly fluffy enough for her taste. Don’t tell my sister that real princesses wear military uniforms--she’ll never believe it. So, here I am, officially official, making myself at home on my new, standard issue lumpy bunk in the women’s barrack, which is really just an area of an old stone temple partitioned off with temporary walls. We are next to the laundry, of course. It’s damp in here and it smells like mildew and feet. There are two portable ‘freshers for all of us. And it is all because of someone I’ve never met...some hot shot pilot named Luke Skywalker. I know nothing about the man except that he blew up the Death Star and the Force thinks someone (and by someone, it means me) needs to keep an eye on him. You had better be worth this, Luke Skywalker, whoever you are.