So I was watching Legacy and thought about what kind of natives Lothal would have, then I ended up in Wattpad and for whatever reason I was in the vampire and werewolf section which gave me the idea for the species featured here. After I really just re-watched a bunch of Rebels and Clone Wars episodes, got to the Empire Day arc and realised how different Mira looks compared to everyone else, declared Mira as not human, put some pork in the slow-cooker so my house smelt amazing. Oh yeah and I wrote this.

In short I'm having some serious writer's block for Squadron 13 and have been putting off writing it, so can any of you pm me or leave a review with some ideas for the next chapter.

Esther shouldn't be out here, she knew that much. She was supposed to be on a stage, singing her heart out.

But she wasn't.

The smell of blood had brought her to the empty grasslands barring the Northern and Southern Hemispheres from each other. One step across the border and she would be home.

Her pink and black halved hair constricted around her face, like the winds were forcing her to turn back and return to the city, with the settlers. The humans. The filth.

She desperately wished to claw off her stage make-up and suck the blood out of every life form she saw.

Unlike her slightly more refined brother Ezra, who had learned to restrict himself from feasting regularly. Esther had yet to quench her thirst for the only sustenance that could really smooth her.

Whatever she had come out here to see was getting closer, so close in fact, that she could identify the species of her prey.

Now that she could properly smell the food source, she realised how hungry the moons made her.

She hated the moons, they starved her, their light draining every sap of energy from her feral body.

Humans.

Human filth swarmed the appealing scents of her chosen kill.

It had to be Imperials, that was the only time this many human bodies went after one small group.

Out of the mass life count, Esther could pick out 5 individual species.

Humans, they barely had enough blood to be considered as a snack.

A Twi'lek, an improvement that she would take over a human any day, however, there was better.

Lasat, never, she would be coughing up hairballs for days.

Two particular choices stood out to her, a Mandalorian...and one of her own.

Unlike there puny counterparts, the durable Mandalorians were a valued prize for any hunter, merely pinning one down was an achievement, the taste was a rare treat, she wouldn't even let herself think about that.

But the last remaining creature was all too familiar, it was Ezra, her dear older brother, she could tell from the forced starvation, he was always hopelessly trying to fit in with the immigrated scum.

His smell was so familiar, so comforting, it reminded her of how things once were, before the Empire took complete control of Lothal, before the mining started and her once hot and inviting home was turned chilled and barren.

Part of her yearned to run over to him, but recent news had told her he was with a Rebel Cell. The same one that the Empire believed was in an alliance with regular people, regular people who were slaughtered over these accusations.

Images of blood, spelled across pavements as innocents were knocked to the ground, just for telling the truth, that they had nothing to do with the uprisings.

If she hadn't been surrounded by witnesses at those moments, she would've tasted and savoured actual nutrients, real food that she could live on.

Esther enjoyed her life in the stage, performing had become her life, much like the Rebels had become Ezra's...he was going to be like their parents...she had just gotten lucky, she had a good career, she was a pop star, she couldn't complain. She just missed her family, that was all.

Hunger.

That was enough, she was so hungry, she had lived off nothing but simple human meals for weeks, she deserved real food.

The Mandalorian would be her target, the scent intoxicated her, the particles making their way into her bloodstream, blinding her with a wanton need to hunt, she could try and spare the girl's life, she might not survive, it wasn't like Esther knew her personally.

What if Ezra knew her, what if Ezra loved her? Never would Esther dream of hurting her older brother, physically or emotionally. They seemed close...maybe she was just overthinking, she was just delusional...it happen when she was starved of the indulgent chemicals that came with the blood she feasted on.

Electric eyes looked her way.

He knew.

He could feel her.

He knew she was going to hurt the girl beside him, Ezra could easily guess she would be the obvious choice, her Mandalorian blood made her a prime target.

Ezra and the girl started to move faster, he didn't want to talk.

Had Esther been replaced?

If her suspicions were true, the only solution was to feed on this replacement...and remove her.

Permanently.

If you're wondering, yes all my stories do contain either physical or psychological torture for Sabine, also Bullseye, I hope you can find something that inspires you.

Note: I need a name for the species featured in this Fic and ideas for Squadron 13.