HOPE ! ☆彡 ' rebellions are built on hope ! ' ( female oc x cassian andor ! ) ( cover made by @starIords ! ) ( star wars: rogue one ! ) © taronsegerton CURRENTLY UNDER CONSTRUCTION

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"You have me. Until every star in the galaxy dies, Din Djarin, You have me." ---- Jeyna Ryn comes from a long line of fierce Mandalorian warriors, a culture of people bred for war. But hailing from a planet full of the Jedi's most ferocious enemies, she has a huge secret. One that got her banished from her home planet, and one that could change the fate of the universe forever. [DinDjarinxOC] [The Mandalorian S1] [Highest Rankings] [#1 in starwars] [#1 in bounty] [#1 in georgelucas] [#1 in themandalorian]

Story line: Cassian is a 17 year old high school student volunteering at the Foster center where he used to live before getting adopted. There he meets 16 year old Jyn Erso, who just got put back into the home after her adoption fell through. What is going to happen when they grow closer to each other? And what will happen when Jyn finds a new Foster family?

CW // ROBERT MANION This is the same version of my other story. This one explicit and more triggering. Disclaimer: I only own Luna and the plot line. I do not own Starkid or their productions. Each person in here is their own person, and I have nothing against anyone.

*COMPLETE* Cassian didn't expect to wake up. He had prepared himself once again for what seemed like inevitable death, although his final moments were filled with much more heartbreak than he'd ever experienced. He had looked into Jyn's eyes for what he thought to be the last time, and wished desperately that he had had more time. Fate has a cruel way of twisting one's expectations, and now Cassian's wish was granted. *cover art is mine!* To the writer of Stardust (DaStarWarsGeek), your story is what inspired mine, so thank you!

Jyn Erso awakens from a coma not long after the destruction of the Death Star having walked away from the Battle of Scarif relativity unharmed. Now, she lives in a world of uncertainty, not knowing if any of the other members of the Rogue One Squadron are still alive, including Cassian Andor, and faced with what seems like an almost impossible choice: leave the rebellion or stay and fight. [Rogue One Oneshot Fixit AU] [Implied Rebelcaptain] [Cover and edit made by me x]

Jaden has spent his entire life in Coruscants underworld, he has lived on level 1313 for as long as he can remember and has tried getting out for just as long. But things aren't so easy for people like him, to escape your crappy life you need credits. One day a Job goes badly for Jaden and he ends up injured in a part of the level he'd never been to before, however as luck would have it there were two dead Jedi just begging to be looted. Using the Jedi's outfits and weapons to get passed the republic checkpoint and to the surface, things go badly once more as before his Ship Lands all available troops are called to assist with the Civil war that had just broken out on Jabiim. Confused for a Jedi he is taken to a Ventaur class destroyer and enlisted into the clone wars. I do not own Star Wars or any references material

Captain Cassian Andor was an Officer of Rebel Intelligence for the Alliance. An emotionless tool. There was nothing more to his life than following orders and working for the Resistance. Hell! His only friend was a droid named K-2SO. So what happens when he is struck by a love at first sight and meets Dr. Lya Stryker? Will their story have a happy ending? CassianxOC

O Captain! my Captain! our fearful trip is done, The ship has weather'd every rack, the prize we sought is won, The port is near, the bells I hear, the people all exulting, While follow eyes the steady keel, the vessel grim and daring; But O heart! heart! heart! O the bleeding drops of red, Where on the deck my Captain lies, Fallen cold and dead. O Captain! my Captain! rise up and hear the bells; Rise up-for you the flag is flung-for you the bugle trills, For you bouquets and ribbon'd wreaths-for you the shores a-crowding, For you they call, the swaying mass, their eager faces turning; Here Captain! dear father! This arm beneath your head! It is some dream that on the deck, You've fallen cold and dead. My Captain does not answer, his lips are pale and still, My father does not feel my arm, he has no pulse nor will, The ship is anchor'd safe and sound, its voyage closed and done, From fearful trip the victor ship comes in with object won; Exult O shores, and ring O bells! But I with mournful tread, Walk the deck my Captain lies, Fallen cold and dead. By: Walt Whitman ↜ I OWN NOTHING BUT MY OWN IDEAS AND CHARACTERS ↝