(Picture of what Sash looks like at the bottom)

Sash: Star Wars Rebel.

Sash, an eighteen year old boy with messy light brown hair and brown eyes sat across from his superior Rebel leader Allison. He was getting his new mission and had been warned by many, that it would not be easy and could turn out to be fatal. He didn’t care. He was ready to die for the cause. For the Rebellion. What he didn’t yet know, is that he would be asked to do just that.

“You sure you want to lead the charge into the Imperial war ship to retrieve an important battle plan from an imprisoned rebel?” Rebel leader Allison asked as she gazed into the young rebels eyes.

Sash nodded, “everyone has said that these plans hold important information that in the hands of the Empire, could cost us thousands of lives. I am willing to try and stop that.” He sincerely meant it, but still, part of him was hesitant.

Allison nodded and handed him a data pad. “This pad is untraceable except by me. It can’t be hacked either. The details for your mission are stored in encrypted files inside. I have picked out a team to journey with you. You will each have one piece of the puzzle. It is important that none of you reveal your piece to each other so that the information stored inside this pad stays hidden.”

Sash nodded and took the pad in his hands, “I won’t let you down,” he said as he turned to leave.

“Please be careful,” Allison muttered as she looked at the back of his head as he left the room.

Sash was so excited to be doing something so important for the Rebellion. Death wasn’t even on his mind as he walked towards his room to collect his things and get ready for the journey. He smiled at some of the crew members as he passed, none smiled back. He didn’t understand why but it didn’t faze him.

He entered his room and quickly packed his things. He put on a pair of brown pants and an orange jacket over a gray shirt. He looked quickly in the mirror and thought ‘Perfect!’

His data pad buzzed and he glanced at it, “ello?” He said as a hologram of a blond haired boy appeared. it was his best friend, Nasa Metts,

“Your late,” He said with his arms crossed over his chest a smirk on his face. “ Prazka is gonna have a fit,”

“I know!” Sash said as he ran out of his room and flew down the halls, “I’ll be there in a minute. I promise!”

Nasa shook his head the smirk still on his face, “That’s what you said last time. And the time before, and the time before that,”

Sash shook his head, “I know I know, but I mean it this time,” He said as the docking bay came into view.

“I’ll believe it when I see it,” Nasa said as he hung up.

Sash smiled as he continued his sprint to the docking bay. I will make it Nasa! I’ll show you! He saw the ship he was supposed to be boarding and could see Nasa standing just inside of it watching as Sash drew nearer. He was just about there when, Wham! Sash tripped over his own feet and fell to the floor.

“Your minute’s just about up there Sash!” Nasa called the laughter evident in his voice.

Sash looked up and jumped to his feet, sprinting into the ship, He was wheezing as he chocked out, “Did…I…make it?”

Nasa smirked, “Not quite,” He said showing Sash his stop watch.

Sash’s eyes widened, “A minute a two seconds!” He exclaimed, “Oh come on! You’ve got to count that?”

Nasa shook his head, “You said a minute. A minute and two seconds is not the same thing.” He said a playful smile on his face.

Sash sighed and shrugged, “Fine! Have it your way!” he looked around at his team. Along with Him, the commander and Nasa the Medic. There is also Prazka. She is a beautiful women with curly black-brown hair and a light brown toned skin. Her eyes were A magnificent blue and she is a very experienced pilot. Also there is another rebel named Aymen. A teen boy who begged to come along. He is tall and dark, the brother to Prazka. We needed a techy, and he was overly qualified.

Prazka turned in her chair, “Really Sash?” She asked giving him the stink eye, “Aren’t you ever on time?”

Sash felt his cheeks begin to burn and looked away, “ You guys should know by now. If you want me on time, tell me the time for take off is earlier than it actually is,” he said as he sat down and buckled in next to Nasa. Aymen sitting in the copilot seat already looking around at the Technology.

Prazka smirked, “or you could just be on time,” She suggested.

Nasa smiled playfully, “Now why would he want to do that? This way he get the attention from-“ Sash nudged him painfully in the ribs, “Me,” He finished with a sideways look at Sash.

Sash was blushing furiously now and kept his face turned away from Prazka. He collected himself after a few moments and asked his team, “You guys ready?”

Nasa nodded, “Ready as I’ll ever be,” he said with a shrug as he dug through his medical supplies.

“Of course,” Prazka said focusing on getting the ship out of the Rebel base.

Aymen shrugged, “I guess…”

“Don’t worry guys,” Sash said smiling around at his team “We’ve got this.”

No one else shared the same enthusiasm that Sash did, but that didn’t damper his mood. He was ready to lead his team to victory. Something he thought was guaranteed to be theirs.

Aymen began tracking the ship by hacking into the Imperials radio and then listening for the coordinates. Prazka set them in the database and sent them into Hyperspace.

“ok,” Prazka said, “Allison set me up with a flight coordinator who showed me a very complex flight maneuver to get us close, without being detected. During that time, I would really like if you would stay seated,” She turned her eyes on Sash, “And buckled up,” she added with a raised eyebrow.

Sash smirked, “Hey! Whatcha looking at me for?”

The other three erupted in laughter causing Sash to turn red again.

“I wasn’t the one who flew out of my seat last time,” Nasa said smiling wide.

Aymen added, “And I didn’t tumble out of a speeder!’

Prazka shook her head, “And I-“

“alright!” Sash interrupted smiling, “I get it.” He buckled his seat belt, “You happy now?”

“Very!” They all said at once.

They all turned back to their respected jobs. Nasa checking the med supplies in case something should go wrong. Prazka flying the ship. Aymen listening in on the Empire. And Sash, studying their path. The path that would lead them to victory! He had discussed it with both Rebel leader Allison and some of the highest ranking rebel officers. They all agreed that his plan was the best plan. He was proud of it and his team.

“Jumping out of Hyperspace,” Prazka called.

Without looking up Sash said, “Shall I…unbuckle?”

Nasa rolled his eyes and flicked Sash’s head, “Very funny. Ha. Ha.” He then slung the med bag over his shoulder.

“I have our frequency blocked. But it will only last a minute,” Aymen said typing fast into a gadget in his hands.

Prazka smirked, “Good…Because I only need Seconds.” She immediately sent the ship into a dive and then rocketed up all the others pinned to their seats. They began spinning really fast. She focused on doing it perfectly and then they halted and lowered themselves onto the top of the Imperial ship. The maneuver meant to keep them from being seen by anyone

They all froze, listening to the Imperial transmissions from Aymen’s comm. They collectively let out a sigh of relief and then laughed nervously as Sash knelt down and opened a hatch on the floor. Aymen walked forward and attached a small almond sized droid he had designed and invented to the top of the ship and controlled him using a communicator on his wrist pad.

The droid cut a hole big enough for us to just fit through and fell in.

Aymen lifted his wrist up to his mouth and muttered, “All clear BB-G38?”

We heard a few clicks on the other side. So far only Aymen could understand the small droid.

Aymen rolled his eyes and said, “Enough with the sass B-G. I need you to focus,” He listened once more and looked at us, “He says it’s all clear…”

The group looked at each other with determined looks before Sash lowered himself into the ship. He looked around before he let go of the rim and dropped silently to the ground. Sash crouched and looked around pulling out his blaster and sweeping the area. He signaled up to the others.

Nasa dropped down next making slightly more noise then Sash, but not much followed closely by Aymen. The three stood there as Sash looked up at Prazka, “We’ll be back. Get in contact if something goes wrong,”

Prazka nodded, “Take care of my brother you two,” She said as she closed the hatch.

Sash looked around and then motioned for them to follow. He trusted that they each knew what they were expected to do. He peaked around a corner spotting a few troopers.

Aymen lifted the wrist pad to his lips and muttered something. A second later both troopers fell to the ground silent except for the clank of the troopers armor. Aymen smirked, “Good job BB-G38,”

They continued down the hall making their way to the cell block. Sash put out an arm stopping Nasa and Aymen. He pointed towards a shadow visible around the corner. He motioned for them to take cover just out of view. They pressed themselves against the wall as Aymen spoke quickly to his droid.

Sash took the safety off his blaster and held it down, his eyes narrowed as the shadow drew nearer. Suddenly, it froze and dropped out of sight. The group rushed forward and looked at the dead general.

Sash let out a long breath, “Remind me of two things,” He muttered to Aymen, “Don’t let me get on your bad side, and I need to get me one of these,”

Aymen smirked, “Good idea,” he said shouldering past Sash.

“which part?” Sash asked quietly following him.

Nasa rolled his eyes and readjusted his bag, “Come on,” He whispered.

Sash got ahead and they ran silently down the hall, every few feet Aymen would speak quickly into his wrist pad. Sash was breathing fast, so far everything had gone according to plan.

“Now, Aymen,” He hissed stopping a few feet from the door to the cell block.

Aymen nodded and pulled his wrist pad to his lip, “BB-G38, Begin operation J8,”

They waited seconds before a big explosion rocked the ship. BB-G38 had just caused a distraction. One large enough that they would go see what had caused it. An alarm sounded and they pressed themselves against a wall behind a corner as troopers rushed past. Once they were sure that all the troopers who were going to go to the area had gone, they slipped down the hall again.

Sash leading the way as Nasa and Aymen followed they quickly found the respected cell. Inside sat an old Rebel General.

He looked up at them with bloodshot eyes. “You have come for it?” He croaked.

Sash put a finger to his lips and the ran to one corner while Nasa covered the other. Aymen was working on the lock, the alarm still blaring.

Aymen heard a loud click and pushed the door open, “Nasa!’ He hissed at the medic. They switched places Aymen now covering the other corner and Nasa was with the man. The thing about these plans is that they were placed inside the mans arm, just under the skin to keep them from being found by the Empire.

Nasa pulled out a surgical knife as the man pulled up his sleeve and felt the mans skin for the right spot. Once he pressed against something hard, he put the knife to the man skin and applied pressure, blood dripping down the mans arm. The man watched without so much as a flinch.

Nasa pushed on the side of the chip that wasn’t cut open and the chip slid out. Nasa took the blood covered chip and whipped it off with a cloth before he stitched up the man. He handed the chip to Aymen who attached it to his small droid who sped down the hall towards the ship.

Sash turned his attention back to the corner and saw something that made his heart drop. Many stormtroopers and an inquisitor! He turned on his heels and waved desperately to his team, “Go. GO. GOO,” He hissed as his feet flew through the hall.

Aymen turned and looked, “come on!” he was breathing fast as Nasa slammed the prison door shut and ran down the hall.

As bad as they wanted to take the man with them, they had strict orders not to.

“May the force be with you!” He called after the group.

Sash was following behind the others, Nasa in front leading the way back to the ship the alarm still blaring. The doors began closing and they picked up their speed, Aymen and Sash a few feet behind Nasa. They could hear the inquisitor and troopers in hot pursuit. They could see the hole in the ceiling now Nasa directly under it

“Come one!” He called waving at us.

Sash he shook his head a door closing between them and Nasa. He tackled Aymen to the ground as the door slammed shut. Sash jumped to his feet, Him and Aymen sandwiched between two shut doors. Sash banged on the door, “Nasa! Get out of here! You have to get the plans back to the rebellion!”

Aymen looked up wide-eyed, “Wait!” He said panic detectable in his voice, “Don’t leave us!”

Nasa’s heart sank when the door slammed shut, his friends stuck on the other side. “Sash, I won’t leave you!”

Sash bit back tears as he thought of capture, “You have to! Go!” A saber began to cut through the door behind him and Aymen fell to his knees. “Go now!” Sash pulled out his gun and aimed it at the door the Saber was cutting through.

Nasa looked up at the hole above his head where Prazka’s face was visible, tears already falling down her face. She reached out her hand to help him up. Nasa scooped up BB-G38 and stuck him in his pocket the droid sounded upset, but Nasa couldn’t understand him. He balled his fists as he looked at the door.

Sash banged on the door, “Go!” He called again.

Nasa reached up and took Prazka’s hand and helped pull himself up. Prazka stumbled to the cockpit sobbing with every step. Nasa took a deep breath and slammed the hatch shut grief clutching his stomach as he stumbled backwards. His and Prazka’s eyes met, tears visible in each. Prazka started up the engine and they took off into hyperspace.

Nasa slumped down against the wall of the hold and cried, Prazka crying in the front. He held the small droid in the palm of his hand.

Sash heard the ship fly off and shut his eyes. At least the mission would be complete he thought as he looked at Aymen taking some calming breaths. “Aymen,” he said softly as he eyed the saber. “It will be fine. We completed our mission.” He swallowed, “You are a hero to the Rebelion,” He said looking the teenager in the eyes.

Aymen swallowed hard but at Sash’s words determination filled his eyes. He would be known as a hero.

The saber finished cutting it’s way through and Sash aimed his gun. He wouldn’t go down without a fight.

The inquisitor stepped inside and used the force to knock the blaster out of Sash’s hand.

“I am the 8th brother, and by order of Fotarah Donar, you are under arrest,” He held his saber tightly in his hands, his mask hiding his face.

Sash glared at him as more troopers filed into the room, “Have fun with that, I am not the best company,”

“I don’t need a friend,” The 8th brother sneered, “I need information.”

The troopers pulled Aymen off the ground and then grabbed a hold of Sash. Sash Glared at the troopers as the 8th brother stepped close to him so he was mere inches from Sash’s face the saber close to his neck.

“You will feel pain like you have never experienced before,” He growled.

Sash looked directly at the inquisitor, “Bring it,” He sneered back.

The 8th brother stepped aside, “Take them away!” He ordered.

Sash and Aymen were shoved and hit as they were brought back to the cell block. Sash walked with his head held high even though inside he felt a panic he couldn’t explain. Aymen was hunched over fear gripping ever part of him.

They were throne into a cell together across from the Rebel man. He watched them with sad eyes. The troopers slammed the door shut, locked it, and walked away. Sash pounded on the bars as Aymen slumped down on a bench in the corner.

“We are going to die? Aren’t we?” Aymen mumbled.

Sash met the mans eyes and then turned to face Aymen, “That is and always has been a possibility.” He didn’t want to break down. He wanted to show Aymen strength…Strength to help him get through this.

Aymen nodded his eyes falling to the floor.

The man whispered, “Did it make it out?”

Sash turned back to the man and nodded. “Should be half-way back by now.”

The man nodded, “You boys did the Rebellion good,” He muttered leaning against the wall in his cell. “but your path’s from now will not be easy,”

Sash nodded in understanding as a few troopers appeared. They unlocked the cell and dragged Sash out roughly,

Aymen looked up and rushed to the bars, “What are you doing with him!” He cried.

Sash shook his head in warning as a trooper sneered, “Sit down rebel scum! You don’t want to know!”

Sash allowed himself to be dragged down the hall and into a room with a single chair in the center. They strapped Sash to it and stepped back the inquisitor walking in, his saber clipped to his belt.

The 8th brother didn’t waste time, “What did you come here for?” He sneered.

Sash stared back at him his face straight. “Nothing, of any importance to you”

The inquisitor pressed a button that sent a shock through Sash’s body. He gasped in pain then calmed his breathing

“That is for me to decide!” The 8th brother sneered.

Sash clenched his jaw and stared defiantly at the inquisitor who pressed the button again sending electricity through his body. He cried out and slumped forward when the current stopped. The troopers returned him to his cell and he fell weakly to the ground, Aymen rushing to his side as the troopers slammed the cell door and locked it muttering “Rebel scum…”

“Sash!” Aymen cried, “What have they done to you?”

Sash smiled weakly and mumbled something Aymen couldn’t understand.

“They have tortured him,” The rebel man muttered from his cell, “Did you tell them anything boy?” an accusing tone to his voice.

Sash shook his head weakly.

“Good,” the man said looking around “keep it up.”

For the next month the process repeated itself every few day. Sometimes they would use the chair. Other times they would beat him up. But he hadn’t spoken a word to them. the inquisitor had tried to pry the information from his brain, but Sash had kept it hidden. They had taken the man away long ago and he hadn’t ever returned.

Aymen couldn’t sleep half the time and would stare at the cell across from them where the man used to be, “We will both end up dead,” He muttered.

Sash held his bruised wrist in his other hand. He had experienced so much in the last month or so that he had become numb to the pain, yet death still scared him. “Aymen. You may be able to make it out of here,”

“I will not leave without you,” Aymen said quietly.

Sash nodded as he eyed some troopers. He hated this part. The troopers threw open the cell door and grabbed him, “The 8th brother has a special plan for you,”

Sash swallowed hard as the troopers dragged him down the hall and he had a sinking feeling. He called to Aymen, “Be strong!” the sense of dread gripped his heart until breath was hard to find. He tried to calm himself, but the second he saw Azar, his heart feel to his feet. He took a few calming breaths.

A small, cruel, smile crept to Azar’s face as the troopers held him only a foot away. Azar pulled back his fist and punched him hard in the gut.

Sash doubled over, well as far as he could bend over with the troopers holding him.

The troopers pushed Sash towards Azar roughly. Azar caught him by his neck and Sash look up defiantly as Azar's fingers twitched.

“You die today Rebel scum!” He sneered an unmistakable look of pleasure in his eyes.

Sash looked into the inquisitors eyes, “You may kill me, But the rebellion will live on!” Azar squeezed Sash’s neck threateningly before he moved his hand to his arm and dragged him down the hall.

Sash’s heart was panicky as he was led through the hall. He knew the end was near. He wished he had told Prazka how he had felt. He wished he could have had more time. wish he could tell Nasa goodbye. He wished he could get Aymen out of here. He knew all of that was wishful thinking. He wanted to live…

He heard the cell open and was shoved roughly inside. He then heard the cell slam shut and words that caused a shiver to run through him. “kill him” Azar's voice said echoing in his head

Sash looked up unable to hide the fear in his eyes. He laid his eyes on a girl with long black hair tipped in purple and blue green eyes.

Azar then added, “With your saber,”

Sash saw the girl grimace then she asked as she ignited her saber, “What is your name, rebel?”

Sash couldn’t stop himself from trembling as she lifted the saber, “Sash,” He said his heart beating fast.

With her eyes shut she muttered very quietly, “Forgive me Sash,” She swung the blade ending the Rebels life instantly.

Sash felt no pain as his body slumped to the ground ending his life. There was so much he never got to do. Things he will never get to experience. But just as the blade was about to touch his skin, he realized that he could die in peace. He made the ultimate sacrifice for the rebellion. One that may not be remembered by many, but will be felt by thousands…

I didn't really feel like going through it all again so I apologize for any mistakes. I hope you enjoyed!