Gracie's 1st POV (second @the.rebel.fangirls admin aka wingsandthunder )
Gracie woke up to darkness. Had she woken up too early? She tried to move around but realized she couldn't. It was as if she were trapped inside a box. She began to panic immediately. The small, dark space was already playing tricks with her mind, fueling the claustrophobia as well as the fear and confusion.
She started to hyperventilate. Am I dead?! she thought to herself worriedly.
     She had no recollection of where she had just been. . .and come to think of it, no recollection of whether she'd even gone to bed or not in the first place. She was just...here.
     The air grew thinner as she used it up, and she started kicking the darkness that engulfed her. It echoed horribly back into her ears. Just as she was certain this would be the end, she heard a voice. It was muffled and impossible to make out the words. But it was almost...familiar. It was gruff and deep, accompanied by two unrealistically heavy footsteps. Before she could fathom who it was, she heard a noise right above her. Gracie looked straight up. The noise was loud like metal scraping against metal. A square-shaped opening of light shone on her face. Blinded, she briefly squinted and closed her eyes while gasping for breath. As she opened her eyes and they adjusted, she could slowly make out a big, purplish figure standing over her through the square-shaped opening. Gracie scrambled out of the metal prison before she or the giant had a moment to react to each other. Rolling onto the floor, Gracie gasped. This couldn't be happening.

     "Just who in the bloody blazes do you think you are?? Tryna steal from us, eh? Just my luck I'd end up with two o' ya!"

     Standing at around 2 meters tall, was a hairy, grayish-purple hulk of a beast, wearing a green and yellow body suit. It couldn't be...but it was. Zeb Orellios stood before Gracie. And she knew because Star Wars Rebels was her favorite show.
"Heyyyy! Kid!" Zeb egged on. Gracie was still too stunned to respond just yet. "Don't tell me they come broken now too. I really don't need that in my life right now."
"You!" Gracie finally said, standing up. "You're Zeb! THE ZEB!"
"Well of course I'm...wait how did you know my name? And more importantly, did you call me 'the Zeb'? And most importantly, just what have you done with this crate's supplies?"
"Would you believe...I...I don't know?"
"Well, Loth-rat, as a matter of fact—I wouldn't."
"Loth-rat? I'm from Earth, not Lothal!"
"Earth, eh? Nah, doesn't have the same ring to it. Besides, what does it matter what planet one's from anyways? If you're a rat you're a rat..."
Gracie edged towards the yellow ladder coming down from a hatch in the ceiling. She was in the hangar bay of the Ghost. THE Ghost!
"Wait...hey!" Zeb exclaimed. "Get away from there!"
Ignoring him, Gracie began to think, As amazing as this is, how can it be real?? She needed answers.
Zeb's thick, cockney accented voice was still jabbering. "Just wait till I call—"
"Hera?"
"Wh...OK, how do you know all these names? You're not some kind of Imperial spy, are you?"
Without thinking, Gracie quickly summed up her allegiances. "Imperial? No! I'm on your side!"
"So you're with the Rebellion?"
"...Obviously," Gracie said, stiffening up. "I'm with the Rebellion, yeah. I am with the Rebellion."
She looked down at her attire, unsure. It was that T-shirt of hers that said "I'm a Hiccstrid shipper."
"And this is not what we look like," she assured Zeb. "Others look different."
"So..." Zeb mused, still processing this, "you...know Hera?"
"As a matter of fact...I do!"
I mean, I technically do, Grace thought to herself. You don't run a fan page on a show you've been watching for 4 years without picking a few things up.
"Wellllllll, I cant wait for Hera to get here and clear this up."
Gracie smiled. She had played that rather well.
"But that still doesn't explain why you were in a crate where 2,000 credits-worth of black market goods were just 30 minutes ago! Care to explain that, Loth-rat?"
"I told you, I don't know!"
"And I told you, that won't fly around here! Why, I oughta—"

"Zeb, who is this?"

Gracie and Zeb both looked up at the small balcony above the hangar doors and spoke in unison: "Hera."

It took every inch of Gracie's will not to say, "Space Mom."