Star Wars Rebels One Shots

Rain

Woohoo another fic

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The weather on Yavin was always like bantha-doo. It was humid, very humid actually. The sun was always out during the day, shining down on the base. No matter what season it was- it was hot.

Except when it rained. Rain meant it would cool down, even just for a little while. And the storms on Yavin lasted days. The rain was always welcome, it would sometimes improve moral among the alliance. So what if you got soaked when outside of the ships or the temples. It was well worth it.

And when it rained at night- it was relaxing. Calming. The pitter-patter of raindrops on the ships was a good distraction from the work going on outside- there were no breaks for rebels. You could barely hear the ships taking off or landing, or the light talk among friends. It was peaceful. It felt like they weren't in the middle of a war, barely scraping by.

For Iron Squadron, the rain was a reminder of home. Rain was common on Mykapo. Thunderstorms too. They were a sign of good fortune, and that sign continued to stay when the crew left their home to join Phoenix squadron.

Gooti Terez watched from the cockpit, as the rain poured down on the windshield. She smiled softly to herself, watching the dark clouds, as the moon peeked through every so often. Her brother would have loved this. Her sweet, innocent little brother. He loved the rain.

She did too, in a bittersweet way. It reminded her of family, of home. Her grandmother was happy when it rained, instead of her usual strict, survivalist self. Even though with the downpours, the sentences; come, grab any buckets and bins you can carry. Let the rain fill them. We need the water.

Survival. It's all Gooti ever knew. She didn't get to be a child, her mother and aunt died when she was eight. Her grandmother took Gooti and her brother and did everything to keep them safe- even if it meant they wouldn't get to really live.

And then they died. Both grandmother and Valsi. And Gooti was left along to survive for weeks.

But Mart found her. She got to live, really live. And it was nice.

Speaking of, the door to the cockpit swooshed open, revealing the hotshot pilot (who was soaked).

"Don't," he sighed, smirking a little, "don't say it."

"Oh I wasn't," she leaned back in her seat as Mart sat in the co pilots seat, "only thinking it."

Mart rolled his eyes, rubbing his hands through his dripping hair,

"How did I get stuck with AP-5 for three days straight?" He closed his eyes, leaning back.

"You've been on a lot of long missions lately," she replied, "trying to outrank us or something?"

Mart chuckled, "Something like that."

"But seriously," she looked over to him, "miss having you around."

"I'm still around," he quipped, "it's not like you and Jonner have free time."

"No," she responded, "but at least Jonner and I work together."

"Okay then," he sighed, leaning forward in his seat, "I got a mission for the three of us. You in?"

Gooti's mind left the calmness of the rain, instantly going back to work and the rebellion.

The rain meant good fortune. Maybe they were in for some luck.

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