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antianakin · 6 months

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It's really interesting to go back and look at the Jedi Apprentice series and see just how well that series actually did at showcasing how Qui-Gon's trauma from Xanatos impacts him in a negative way. There's SO MUCH fear on Qui-Gon's end about causing another apprentice to go dark because he missed it the first time. He loved Xanatos so much and can't quite come to grips with how he MISSED all of the possible signs of Xanatos going dark which means it MUST have been his fault, he must have been the one who failed, because nothing else makes sense. And so he rejects all other apprentices, even one who desperately needs him, because he genuinely believes these children are better off without him as their guide.

And even when he chooses to take Obi-Wan on out of a sense of obligation and maybe a little bit of himself starting to return and listen to the will of the Force, he's distant. He doesn't know EXACTLY what went wrong with Xanatos, but he still blames himself, so he's just doing everything differently this time around. Instead of being warm and affectionate, he's more cold and aloof, withholding a lot of his praise and validation even when we can see that he's thinking it. And of course this has the effect of deeply hurting Obi-Wan who is already suffering from the insecurity over not having been chosen at all and a lack of understanding where Qui-Gon's behavior actually comes from. Obi-Wan, like Qui-Gon, can do nothing but blame himself in order to make sense of what's happening. This obviously isn't Qui-Gon's intention at all and he doesn't even realize he's doing it, but it is an undeniable effect of his behavior on Obi-Wan.

And then Melida/Daan happens and Obi-Wan leaves, but he also ultimately chose to STAND DOWN rather than actually fight Qui-Gon. He comes close, and then makes a DIFFERENT choice to Xanatos. And in the wake of leaving Obi-Wan behind, Qui-Gon is left to just think back over their brief relationship and see things differently. Because he DOES care about Obi-Wan, of course he does, his behavior was literally done specifically out of an effort to try to KEEP Obi-Wan from turning Dark the way he'd done to Xanatos. It was a massively misguided effort, obviously, but he did believe that this was the only way to avoid that particular outcome for Obi-Wan if he was stuck with Qui-Gon as a teacher.

And then Obi-Wan calls for aid. And Qui-Gon has to start to let go of that fear in order to answer that call. Xanatos would never call for help. Xanatos would never admit weakness or failure. With Xanatos, this would be a trap. But Qui-Gon never seems to even question whether Obi-Wan is being genuine, because he does recognize by this point that Obi-Wan is NOT Xanatos. Obi-Wan's reasons for leaving Qui-Gon on Melida/Daan are borne out of compassion for a people he connected to, not anger or hatred at Qui-Gon himself. So Qui-Gon sets everything aside and goes to help Obi-Wan and the people of Melida/Daan. He does his job. And even here, in the wreckage of their relationship, there seems to be a marked difference in how they interact. Qui-Gon is professional, but kind towards Obi-Wan in a way we haven't seen before. It seems like Qui-Gon might be seeing Obi-Wan for who he is for the first time.

And when it's done, Obi-Wan asks to rejoin the Jedi at Qui-Gon's side. Qui-Gon at this point recognizes the harm he's done to Obi-Wan and still believes Obi-Wan is better off without him, though perhaps for new reasons, but he also firmly believes Obi-Wan deserves to be a Jedi and agrees to bring him back to the Temple so he can make his case to the Council. He's not scared of Obi-Wan anymore, he's not scared that he'll turn Obi-Wan dark, he just isn't certain they're particularly well-matched or that the relationship can survive the damage he's already done to it. It's the beginning of mindfulness on Qui-Gon's end.

But when they return, things are a mess and it's not a good time for Obi-Wan to make that case of his to the Council. He tries, but the Council are understandably a little wary about Obi-Wan's motivations and commitment to the Order. Qui-Gon is preoccupied with Xanatos's attack on the Temple and cannot help Obi-Wan through this, but Obi-Wan sets his own issues aside to insist on helping Qui-Gon. He has nothing to lose, so he may as well do what he can. By the time Xanatos finally falls into that acid pit, Qui-Gon has let go. He's accepted Xanatos made his own choices and that nothing Qui-Gon could've said or done would have changed that. Xanatos is not Qui-Gon's failure. Xanatos struggled for reasons Qui-Gon never could've done anything about. He couldn't help Xanatos. But he CAN help Obi-Wan. He WILL fail Obi-Wan if he can't let go of his own fears and be the master Obi-Wan needs him to be.

And there's just such CLEAR changes in Qui-Gon over the course of just the first 7 books. From someone who just suffers under that weight of guilt to someone who cares really desperately about this child he's taken on and fears showing it to someone who is actually READY to take care of this child. He's not perfectly healed by any means, nor is their relationship, but the first steps have been taken. And the drastic changes in their relationship are there, they are clear. Qui-Gon is genuinely cold towards Obi-Wan more than once early on, so it's really easy to believe why Obi-Wan gets so caught up in the conflict on Melida/Daan and would choose to stay with them rather than go back to someone he believes doesn't truly want him. But because we can see through Qui-Gon's eyes, as well, we can see that Qui-Gon DOES care, he absolutely does, he's just TERRIFIED and covering it up with this distance he's put between himself and Obi-Wan. So when he starts coming around to Obi-Wan after Melida/Daan, it doesn't come out of nowhere. We KNOW why he's able to start changing his mind, we KNOW he cared before even if Obi-Wan does not. And he finally allows himself to begin to show it to Obi-Wan, in little ways at first, and then more as the relationship keeps developing into further books.

And it's just REALLY compelling as an arc because the series goes to great pains to show both sides of the conflict, the before and the after, and really emphasize what's going on inside these characters' heads so that the complexities of what's happening actually make sense and have a sense of direction. Qui-Gon is not a monster, but the hurt he causes Obi-Wan is still very real. Obi-Wan is not selfish, but his fears do cause him to make mistakes himself. They BOTH have to learn to let go of their fears and attachments before they can connect to each other in a meaningful way.

#star wars #jedi apprentice #obi-wan kenobi #qu-gon jinn #look this storyline CAN be done #someone who fears their own ability to train another person because of prior experience with someone who went dark #that fear causing them to fuck up what could be a good relationship #it's just sometimes it's done well and sometimes it's. well. not.#* cough * ahsoka and sabine * cough *

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bisamwilson · 8 months

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why do none of the rebels characters or ahsoka have actual personalities anymore,,,,,

#ahsoka is witty!!! she’s a spit fire!!!! not just in clone wars but in rebels too!!!!#in this show she’s a stoic master jedi who makes like no jokes ever!!! who is that!!!#hera’s also a spitfire!!!! and so is sabine!!!!#also there’s no fuckin world where sabine doesn’t have the desert house she lives alone in booby trapped with explosives she controls #much less completely abandoning her armor #she’s a mandalorian!!!!!!!!!! there’s a whole bit in rebels about why her armor is so important to her!!!!!#none of them even really get mad at each other!!! just lightly snippy!!! even with all the supposed history they have!!!!#literally none of them feel like real people with real and big emotions even though we’ve seen them all have them and frequently #especially with something this important #they all feel sanitized and i hate it #stop making characters that were never Perfect Jedi (ahsoka and luke cough) into Perfect Stoic Jedi challenge #disney will always fail this apparently #anyways when will andor return from the war where we get characters who feel like they have real motivations that aren’t just the plot says #that i gotta care about this and do this right now this way #even the new nightsister is boring!!! where’s her flair!!!! why isn’t she terrifying!!!!#star wars #star wars critical #ahsoka critical

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hecckyeah · 7 months

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Listen. I know, I KNOW we all have mixed feelings about the finale. Just in the last hour, I’ve read at least five posts on each side, some saying it was the best thing filoni’s ever created, and some literally cursing his guts. As I watched it, I was leaning much more to the how dare you, I waited two years for this and this sucks side, but I had a good night of sleep and some thought, and. I think everyone is overreacting.

Some thoughts.

First, I do think it should have been an animated Rebels season 5. I am partial to live action in general and I’m so glad we got such fantastic casting. But Filoni really shines in the animated world. Live action has limits that animation laughs at, and with all of Dave’s creativity and parallels and callbacks and history in animation, it would have suited this show better. Granted, the viewership might have been worse than it already was, but who’s to say?

Secondly, of course the whole thing was a setup for future movies/shows. It would have been near impossible for this to be a standalone series, with only 8 episodes and so much at stake. I still have absolutely zero idea how this fits in with the s*quels, but I hope it’s all part of the plan to safely extract our (Filoni’s) favorite characters before all hell breaks loose on the narrative.

BUT. Just because it was a setup doesn’t make the story any less meaningful. Dave is the master of arcs within arcs within arcs within arcs. There was the mini arc of Ahsoka and Anakin, reconciling very (very very) complicated feelings and Ahsoka coming to grips with her past as a child soldier and forgiving Anakin for the choices and mistakes he made. There was the mini arc of Hera in the New Republic and how she has to balance her loyalty to the government that she helped to establish with her loyalty to her family (something I don’t think we’ve seen the last of). There was the mini arc of (obviously) finding Ezra!!!! HE’S HOME, YOU GUYS. Sabine did the selfless thing and sent him home after a decade to have a fighting chance to reunite with his family. And to meet Kanan’s son and to see the beauty that Lothal has turned into and to hug his adoptive mom. And she has full faith in him that he will be back to get her, or that she’ll find a way to go back. Because she now has knowledge that he didn’t before, and with Ahsoka’s help and probably Shin and Baylan too, there’s no way they won’t Jedi their way out of this. (*cough* world between worlds *cough*) Also seeing Morai was a HUGE plot twist. I, for one, can’t WAIT to see what’s up with that.

FINALLY. and I think this is something that Star Wars fans (dare I call them fans anymore?) seem to always forget is that Star Wars……. Kinda sucks. It always has. No one in their right mind would say that Star Wars is a literary masterpiece or anything close to that. Star Wars is great because you are literally required to take it all with a grain of salt. Nothing goes at face value. You have to overlook things for the rest to make sense. You cherry pick your favorite parts and ignore the rest. Do I know absolutely anything about mandalore and their political history?? Not one single thing. But could I explain to you the nuances of the aptly-named Disaster Lineage and how generation trauma comes in more ways than by blood?? I could write PAGES. There’s so much history and lore and side characters and branches of story and nuance that no one can ever fit it all together perfectly, no matter how good of a storyteller they are. You have to pick a niche and run with it, and that’s exactly what Dave Filoni is doing. AND that’s what we as fans need to do. If you’re mad that he didn’t address the chiss as a whole or delve into the mysteries of the nightsisters or expand on what happened between Ahsoka and Sabine in depth, then I’m sorry, but you’ve come to the wrong place. Put on a pair of rose colored glasses and cry at Ezra’s reunions with the rest of us.

I’ve stopped expecting perfection from any major franchise (haven’t watched a marvel show or movie since TF&TWS) because the bigger they get, the less they’re going to appeal to the general fan base. And Ahsoka was no different. But it did accomplish one thing: bringing Ezra Bridger home after 10 years, and I think that is all we actually need to worry about for now.

Thanks for coming to my TED talk.

#ahsoka spoilers #ahsoka #ahsoka series #rants and thoughts with katie

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freefalasteen · 4 months

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Kalluzeb snippet (rebel journalist kallus, jealous zeb)

Apparently, after Bahryn, Agent Kallus had quit his job in the Empire to become some sort of documentary-style journalist showcasing the systemic abuses committed by the Empire. Zeb honestly felt proud of him. The Ghost crew was gathered around the holonet to watch Kallus' third episode, where he interviews a woman who had been a victim of a no-knock raid gone wrong.

The rodian woman had tears in her eyes as she explained that the Stormtroopers had gotten bad information from an informant, and how she was left naked, covered in only a blanket, begging them to let her get dressed.

On camera, Kallus closed his eyes and inhaled to collect himself.

"How long did they leave you unclothed for?" He asked her gently.

"Until they left," she cried.

Zeb was broken out of his enraptured state by Sabine. "Kallus has done a real 180, huh? I'm surprised, its only been, what, four months since he set that trap for us on Geonosis?"

Kanan piped up as well. "Whatever it was that made him see the Empire for what it was, i'm just glad it happened. He's doing good work."

Ahsoka stood and addressed the room. "Confession? He's mine."

Zeb coughed in surprise and finally turned around from where he was staring at Kallus' (admitted nice) facial hair. "Excuse me?" He asked incredulously, his hackles raising. "That's a possessive thing to say, especially since I'm pretty sure it was a conversation with ME that changed his mind. You don't get dibs!" He finished with a glare.

The rest of the room slowly turned to him at once, and Zeb realized he just accidentally told them a whole lot more than they should know. He felt his ears pull back in embarrassment.

"Zeb," Ashoka started carefully. "Alexsandr Kallus is one of my Fulcrum agents. He's doing this work for the rebellion."

If Lasats could blush, Zeb knew he'd be bright red.

"Zeeeeb," sang Ezra. "Do you have a crush on Agent Kallus?"

Zeb couldn't stand up fast enough. "You know what, you guys finish without me. I've got it recorded (Sabine and Ezra's twin "ooohhhhh" was not helpful) and i'll finish later. Going to the tapcafe. Bye!"

This was inspired by the docuseries "Disrupt and Dismantle" which helps teach common citizens how to fight back against systemic racism in the United States. It's on Paramount+.

#kalluzeb #anyone feel free to use this just credit me #ficlet #snippet #star wars #fulcrum #star wars rebels #garazeb orrelios #alexsandr kallus

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kalevalakryze · 6 months

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Scary Whatnow?

Fandom: Star Wars - All Media Types Pairings: Shin Hati/ Sabine Wren, Ahsoka Tano/Hera Syndulla, Baylan Skoll/Morgan Elsbeth, Admiral Holdo/Leia Organa Characters: Shin Hati, Sabine Wren, Hera Syndulla, Ahsoka Tano, Baylan Skoll, Morgan Elsbeth, Garazeb Orrelios, Professor Huyang, Marrok, Admiral Holdo, Hamato Xiono, Grand Admiral Thrawn, Leia Organa Tags: Spooks and Frights and Gaslights! Bullying, Babysitter Chopper, Jacen Syndulla is Tuckered out behind the scenes, Scary Godmother 2003, Vampires, Werewolves, Monsters, Skeletons, (Is That A Fucking Twink?), Feral Shin Hati, Sabine Wren Needs a Hug, Protective Ahsoka Tano, Protective Hera Syndulla, Alternate Universe - I Don’t Know What To Call This One, No Powers, Marrok Redemption Story, My Little He/Him Lesbian Fart Boy, Vape God Marrok , Graphic Description of a Reanimated Corpse, Violence Notes: For Ahsoka Events; Halloween Party! Based on the 2003 film “Scary Godmother” Word Count: 5,764 AO3 Link: Here!

Sabine’s boot scuffed against the dirt and leaves piled against the crickety wood to the porch of the old mansion, the rumors around the building were numerous and varying, all the Mandalorian had been able to gather had been some old war General snapping and killing his wife, Skywalker something or another. It was before Sabine’s time, leaving the local kids to fill the gaps in the police reports with all kinds of stories of aliens, ghosts, and small green goblins of all kinds.

Apparently, it was some kind of tradition to make the new kid on the block offer candy to the spirits that still roamed the halls of the old family home, and Sabine was unfortunate enough to be the newest addition to the small Coruscanti cul-de-sac when Thrawn found out she didn’t have any plans (or friends) that Halloween, he was quick to sink his talons into her calendar.

Golden eyes flickered back to the group of teenagers by the rusted gate, huffing at the mirth in red eyes Thrawn watched on. “You’re not… scared, are you?” Xiono called, the cardboard of his starship costume creaking as he waved his arms.

“Di’kute…” The young woman grumbled, pointedly ignoring the way Leia and Holdo ganged up on the pilot and the devil to quiet their taunts. Several pairs of feet soon shuffled to join her on the porch, under Leia’s scrutinizing gaze.

“All together, if you’re going to be a Moof Milker about it, Thrawn,” She scolded as they stomped up the stairs together.

“Can we get this over with already?” Amilyn called from the back of the group as she worked her way to Leia’s side, purple-painted lips drawn into a pout as she moved to Leia’s side, fingers brushing the cheap felt of the cat tail pinned to black pants. “Some of us have plans tonight,”

“E chu ta,” Sabine huffed, not bothering with the older woman’s reaction to her language as she turned the knob and shouldered the front door open.

Dust was disturbed from the wooden door creaking against moldy carpet; Sabine had the foresight to tuck her mouth and nose into the dark orange bandana around her neck, smiling to herself at the round of hacking and wheezing coughs from the older kids behind her.

The floorboards groaned and complained under her feet as she stepped into the entryway, leaving imprints in the shaggy maroon carpet as the gaggle of teenagers pushed onwards. “They say the senator’s spirit still lives in the basement,” Thrawn called in a low whisper as they moved through dilapidated halls, veering out of the way of sagging wallpaper and broken beams the whole way, occasionally reaching with her plastic Nerf revolver to swat away at various webs.

The basement door sat off the kitchen, bubbling tile warping the floors, where termites ate away at the wooden doorframe, the metal of the dozen padlock brackets just barely holding on to the feeble supports. When Thrawn spoke next, it was from further away, Sabine didn’t have the foresight to notice that the others hadn’t followed them this deep inside, didn’t notice that the moment her hand wrapped around the dirty bronze knob to pull the door open, she was alone.

The festering lamination of the tiles made it hard to wrench the door open, and there was a gross squish as she finally got it to swing forward on corroded hinges. The smell that floated up to meet her was vile, making her wish she’d followed her gut and snagged her respirator from the garage before she’d left, even if it didn’t go with the costume.

Something slammed near the front of the house, shaking the whole building; She couldn’t hear anything but the groans of the old house, no shuffling of feet or smacking of lips from Holdo and Organa, not even snickering laughter from Xiono. Fear sparked into her veins in silence. She was no stranger to being alone, or even the prospect of death that hung in the air with the tragedy of the old family legacy.

Rifling through the cheap leather pouches on her bandolier, Sabine pulled the inexpensive treat from the melty confines of her belt, chucking it down into the abyss with a sigh.

She wasn’t expecting any kind of spiritual response, the dollar candy bar wouldn’t rewrite the wrongs committed to these people, wouldn’t somehow prevent tragedy worldwide; she was just appeasing some jackass kids so she wouldn’t have to be entirely alone this year, with Tristain going off to some fancy Saxon academy, and her father away for the year for his art.

Of course, nothing ever seemed to work out the way Sabine thought it would when the foundation of the house rumbled with the predatory sound of a growl rumbling through someone’s chest.

Sabine turned tail immediately, not waiting to stick around when she caught sight of glowing blue illuminated in the basement stairwell, or the quickening thuds of two pairs (?) of feet rushing up the steps. The entire gang was gone, as Sabine made a mad dash for the front door, heartbeat thudding so loud in her ears that she couldn’t make out the exasperation of someone’s voice calling out.

“Ahsoka! Stop! You’re scaring her!”

Sabine’s hands fumbled with the knob to the front door, twisting and pulling to no avail, she could make out the faint snickering of Thrawn and Xiono on the other side of the wood, and knew they were holding the heavy door shut for whatever prank they were playing; That’s all this was-

Sabine turned to reprimand the older teenagers that decided to play tricks, to kick their asses and show them why you didn’t mess with a Mandalorian; and was stopped dead in her tracks.

Her oppressors, a Twi’lek and a Togruta, were stopped just six feet away.

From the decaying, rotting, green skin that clung to the remains of a skeleton on the Twi’lek, Sabine was forced to face the fact that maybe these weren’t some special effects majors playing into Thrawn’s games.

“What the kriff is going on,” She gasped, out of breath and exasperated, unable to get the door open and escape the slow advance of the reanimated corpse and the samurai-coded beast beside her. “Don’t move,” She ordered with a snap, back pressing into the frigid coolness of the door, hands curling into fists as she raised them to defend herself.

“Hey, hey! It’s okay, we aren’t going to hurt you,” The zombified woman started, holding her hands out in a soothing manner, which may have been the case if it weren’t for the missing and splintered pieces of bone all across her dead hands.

“I’m,” A mottled elbow into the thin space between rusty armor plates. “We’re your scary godparents,” The Togruta’s growl had finally ceased; her voice was raspy from the continued sound, eyes dulling as they reacquainted with the moonlight pouring in through the dusty paned glass.

“My fucking what?”

“Told you she wasn’t going to believe you,” The zombie cackled, earning a roll of predatory eyes.

The Togruta took another step forward; Heart beating faster than her brain, the Mandalorian moved, one foot planting firmly in the squishy carpet as she wound up, sending her fist flying towards the orange woman.

“Mandalorians,” The zombie groaned with a sigh, stepping back just in time for golden eyes to catch the quirk of full lips around bloody fangs, just before the world went black. Her body dropped like a sack of bricks under the Samurai wanna-be’s hand, slotted up under the leather of her vest to press into her pulse points.

Something wet was sniffing at her arm, fast inhales around flaring nostrils as they moved up her body, too close to her ear.

“Zeb, cut it out, I’m not going to stop her from kicking your ass if she wakes up to you being weird,”

“What? I’m starving, and you know how good they make food in the West.” A gruff voice whined too close to her ear.

“She’s Mandalorian, not your weird Wild West barbeque.” The Togruta from earlier chimed in. The sound of a scuffle roused Sabine further from the thick haze of sleep, eyes cracking open to the sight of a hairy, dirty… something being dragged away from her.

“Aww, come on!” He complained loudly as he was pulled away from his meal, large arms crossing over his chest in a grotesque version of a pout as the orange woman easily manhandled him into another cobweb-ridden couch.

“What the kriff is going on?” Her voice was painfully thick in her mouth, pain spreading noticeably from her jaw. The small gaggle of noise around her came to an immediate halt.

“Lady Tano, I thought you said she would not be awake any time soon,” Someone from behind her chimed in.

“I also said your read on her was wrong, Huyang,”

Sabine was forcing herself to sit up, blinking away the dizziness that came with the pounding in her head. She’d been knocked out more than enough times to understand by now that she’d been pretty effectively put down. “If someone doesn’t start talking-”

A cold, dead hand settled on her shoulder, freezing her words in her throat as her head turned, reminded instantly of the corpse that had been in her weird, fucked up, apparently not-a-dream memories. “I wouldn’t try that again, kid. Really,”

“Hera, you’re givin’ the kid a heart attack- er… humans still have hearts, right?” The purple…. Thing called from the other couch, rubbing at the thick hair on the back of his neck as he sat up, unsettling orange-green eyes peering almost through Sabine. “You good, kid? Or am I getting dinner tonight?”

“What the fuck, what the fuck, what the fuck… yeah, and… what the fuck?” Sabine whispered under the attention of three sets of eyes.

“Hey, that’s no language someone your age should be using!” The zombified Twi’lek reprimanded, though her hand did finally raise from her shoulder to rest back in her lap, the remains of bony fingers picking at what was left of the skin on her hands. “I know this is a lot, and we definitely did not go about this the right way-”

The Togruta was too close, now, though she chose to crowd the corpse instead, large, lively, warm hands encasing pale green comfortingly, almost breathing life back into a long-dead body, Sabine had to tear her eyes away, finding the rooting wood leg of the coffee table to press the scuffed up toe of her boot into, watching the give of the dampened material to avoid the intruding feeling of the mushiness beside her.

“What Hera’s trying to do is apologize on my behalf. How’s your face?” Her fingers linked through green, preventing the Twi’lek from picking at her skin further. “I didn’t expect to lay you out like a baby getting drop-kicked by a gundark.”

“ ‘m fine, but some answers would be nice,” Her fingers raised to prod at what was probably already an ugly bruise, skin twinging under the press against abused flesh. Her elbows planted firmly into her knees, her body doubled over as she studied her still swaying surroundings. “What the kriff is that?”

“Oh, that’s just Huyang,” The zombie, Hera, corrected with a dismissive shrug. The… Huyang must have been a droid, at some point in its existence, though now, it resembled a human skeleton in all the worst ways, with its not-so-internal hardware dangling in the design of organs, caged in by durasteel bones that seemed to barely want to stay attached. Glowing yellow eyes watched her with something like disdain.

“Lady Wren,” The droid creaked out in an echoing voice that grated at her eardrums.

Sabine’s weight shifted uncomfortably on the couch, hands laying flat against her thighs, wiping sweat from her palms as she tried to subtly inch her hand towards the bowie knife her Buir had given her before he’d left for his tour.

“Sabine,” The Togruta called, the next thing the teenager knew, a large hand was laying on her hand, halting her slow ascent for her weapon.”If you’d like, I can take you back; I know we didn’t handle this one great;”

“An understatement,” Hera grumbled under her breath.

“Every now and then, a child will be picked, and assigned to somebody on the fright side,” Finally, some answers. Sabine allowed her attention to focus entirely on the almost ethereal woman before her, sinking back into the cushions under the warm press of a large hand against her own; Maybe the woman really was breathing life back into people. “We got you a little late, most of the time, they give us kids that believe in monsters-”

“Like that Ezra kid on Lothal,” Zeb grumbled with a throaty chuckle. “Five years later, still screams like it’s day one,”

“You know Ezra?” Sabine butted it, brows knotting as she glanced between them.

“He was one of our first contracts; We get sent to kids when they need us most.”

Sabine scoffed, pulling her hand from Ahsoka’s to cross over her chest. “Not all the time,”

“You were very difficult to get a track on, on the other side. Mandalore-” Sabine flinched visibly. “Was never the easiest place to connect to.”

“So what, you’re like a fairy godmother or some Bantha shit?”

A smile cracked the woman’s lips. “Scary godmother, yes. I suppose you may have gotten hit a little too hard to remember...”

A ringing yell startled the Mandalorian as it echoed through the building, “Oh! Royalty’s here!” Huyang called, allowing Sabine a reprieve from the overwhelming presence as she turned to shoulder past him for the front door. “Excuse you, I’ve known Lord Baylan longer,” The droid protested as he was bumped with a hip out of the way.

“Yeah, that probably explains a lot,” Ahsoka remarked teasingly as she pulled several locks from the door.

Leaning towards Hera, Sabine watched the droid and Togruta bickering. “Who is she again?”

“Ahsoka Tano, but your world might know her more as Fulcrum,” The woman replied warmly as her hands twisted together in her lap once more, yellowed nails skirting harmlessly off her skin to both ease the desire to pick at her hands, and to avoid pulling away more skin, for Ahsoka’s sake.

“Yeah, she eats kids, ya’know,” Zeb husked with a twitch of purple lips, sharp canines peeking past his lips.

“Garazeb Orrelios, you know that isn’t true.”

The Lasat waved his hand dismissively, pushing himself off the couch with a groan. “Is there any food?” He grumbled, rubbing his stomach as it growled. “I’m starving.”

Sabine met his gaze with daggers of her own as he looked at her, her own lips twitching into a victorious smile as he grumpily looked away under the burning gaze of the woman beside her. “Last year, you annihilated the buffet before half of our guests even arrived!” The droid called, glowing yellow eyes narrowing as he rolled up a paper plate to smack the Lasat on the arm.

“Kids,” Ahsoka chided as she stepped through the open archway that divided the living room from the main house. “Best behavior,”

Behind her stood a towering figure that demanded more attention than any of the variety of beings in the home. White hair with equally pale skin, eyes redder than sin itself, and a jawline that could cut ancestral beskar.

Next to the strange man, a much shorter woman stood, poised in a similar way that demanded her attention. Her hair, brown and blonde and peppered with grey, was pulled into tight, intricate braids across the top of her head. Black ink wove together to create half-moons in her skin, namely, at the base of her head, though Sabine could see the tip of more ink breaching out across her chest, under the blood-red silk wrapped around her frame.

Tucked behind them both stood a blonde teenager, lanky and brooding, hands shoved into the dark leather wrapped around their waist, style taking on a minimal earth tone compared to the two adults closing them in. Choppy blonde hair was adorned with a braid and a green gem woven into the strands where it fell past her collarbone.

Really, the group looked almost like the most normal ones there, besides the lone human brought into the fold. When the man smiled to the room, Sabine felt unease stir, warm lights reflecting off the tip of sharp, white fangs.

Her ears rang, too loud to hear the shorter woman as she greeted the others, but again, golden eyes didn’t miss the similar set of fangs in her mouth. “ ‘think I need to go,” She half grumbled to Hera as she shot to her feet, feeling eyes settling on her that made her queasy. “Bathroom?”

“Down the hall, here,” Hera tried to point her in the right direction, though Sabine was only half paying attention as she stumbled across the expanse of the living room and to the hall.

“Going somewhere?” The voice was light, haunted with hunger, hidden in the false intentions of genuine interaction.

Golden eyes raised to meet sanguine, bristling under the memory of a man draped in black, a man who’d chased her people from their homes and left drained corpses in his wake. “Far away from you,” Sabine hissed, trying to shoulder past the blonde. She could hear the grumble of the adults in the room at the end of the hall, and knew that even their proximity could not save her if this vampire desired; she’d seen the stories, knew what had happened to her uncle Paz, right in front of Mandalore’s ruler.

“Shin,” A strong voice called from the end of the hall. It was the man from earlier, another bloodsucker. His frame took up the entire hall, yet, he did not seem over-imposing, even offering Sabine a look of almost sympathy. “She is not from this world, you must remember to play nice.”

Red eyes looked her up and down once, twice, and once again before realization dawned on the teenager’s face. “You’re a human?” They questioned in morbid curiosity, brows pinching together as she stepped back. They looked to Baylan with uncertainty, though the slow dip of his head seemed to convey his silent confirmation.

“What the fuck else would I be?” Sabine shot back, heckles still raised even as the vampire regarded her with a morbid curiosity

“A pain in the ass, apparently,” They grumbled, lips twisting sourly at the sharp red gaze of who, Sabine could only assume, was their father, sent her way.

“Shin, come. Leave Sabine Wren to her devices, Marrok is due to arrive shortly,” His hand extended to the young vampire, who bowed her head in turn and stepped readily to his side.

Sabine released a slow breath as her path was reopened, only nodding her mild appreciation to the Vampire Lord for the save, before pushing bodily into the creaky door of the bathroom.

The mirror was dirty and streaky, with green and brown lines seemingly permanent across the glass, distorting the woman in the mirror as she stepped into it.

Ahsoka really did deal a number on her, the olive skin around her jaw was mottled with purple, blue, and green blossoming across her jaw in a morbid canvas. “Karabast,” She groaned, turning her head this way and that with a frown. That was going to be a hard one to explain… or not, since Thrawn and Xiono practically trapped her in the Skywalker’s home; Hell, maybe she was even going to wake up and find out she just fell down the stairs.

When Sabine swung the door open, she jumped at the sight that met her. A man, towering over her like the Vampire had, with a murky aurora and a helmet covering his entire face from view. Wisps of green smoke filtered from the mask as he seemingly stared listlessly at her.

“Fuck!” She jumped, shoulder smacking painfully into the doorframe as she smacked into it to get around him. “E Chu Ta!” She spouted as adrenaline filled her veins, urging her hurried steps down the hall, contrasting the slow, purposeful steps he took to follow her.

Back in the living room, Sabine made quick work of getting Ahsoka between the daunting figure and herself, even reaching to fist her fingers in the fabric of the cloak that sat around her shoulders. “Marrok, down boy,” She teased with a soft laugh as his steps slowed to a halt. “You’re scaring her this time,”

“I am not scared,” The Mandalorian disagreed vehemently, brows pinching in annoyance as she peered around the predatory warrior’s shoulder, allowing the Togruta to shield her from the ghastly figure’s gaze.

Marrok shifted to meet her eyes again, The Mandalorian bared her teeth, shoving her hand into her pocket and whipped out the pocket flashlight that her mother had made her grab before leaving. The light shined into his face, yellow-white peering into a mask… except, there was no face, or eyes, or anything solid to be seen through the small slit.

“What the fuck?” It was quickly becoming her favorite phrase, at least, in this weird… Monster House.

“Eh, that’s just Marrok,” The Lasat called as he stuffed a handful of candied meiloorun into his mouth, chewing loudly as he lounged next to Baylan, seemingly undisturbed by the vampire Lord’s disturbed gaze. “He’s a fart,”

“Why hasn’t she come out yet?” Leia called, worrying at the skin of her lip as she peered towards the door. They’d heard Sabine pounding on it almost an hour ago, when Thrawn was insistent on holding it closed despite the Mandalorian’s best efforts.

“You don’t think something might have actually been in there…” Holdo started, brows furrowing up at the gloomy porch, kicking the toe of her shoe into the overgrown grass.

“Trick or treating is almost done, Thrawn, can’t we just leave her here?” Xiono complained, hooking his thumb under the nylon strap keeping his costume up, shifting the weight where it pressed against his shoulders.

“No,” Thrawn hissed, resting his chin against his knuckles as red eyes flickered across the building.

“This isn’t funny anymore,” Xiono shook his head, arms crossing over his chest and crinkling the cardboard tubes of one of his turrets in his pout.

“We’ll go in and get Wren, then.” He decided ultimately, brushing fuzz from the cheap blue horns on his head. “Organa, you lead,” The young Alderaanian glared at him, but still bravely forged on to the front door.

It took time for Sabine to calm down and get into the vibe of the party, but between the different monsters, she found that they were genuinely more fun to hang out with than any of the friends she’d made in the city so far, except for maybe Ketsu, but she moved.

Shin sidled up to her with a minor look of disgust pulling at her normally impassive features. “My parents are necking again,” She explained, red eyes casting towards the corner; the sight of the towering man practically folded over his wife was almost comical, though Sabine cringed sympathetically.

“Gross,”

“So what is a human doing at the fright night party this year?” They were turned towards her fully, arms crossed over the grey angular tunic across her chest.

“Really? I have no clue. Went into an abandoned house, got decked in the face,” Sabine nodded her head towards Ahsoka with a sheepish smile, though her demeanor faltered when gloved hands rose to her face. “What are you..?”

Shin stilled, seemingly surprised by the way they were reaching out for Sabine with two fingers. Brows pinching, they forged forward, until the cool leather of her gloves brushed across the bruised skin of her jaw, skin covering the blossom of blood beneath the surface. Sabine watched with bated breath, weight shifting between her feet as the blonde finished her inspection in silence. “Why would you go into an abandoned building?” They questioned, breath just above a whisper, head cocking cutely to the side in a way that didn’t make butterflies flutter in the Mandalorian’s stomach.

“Just a stupid kriffing dare,” Sabine grumbled, stepping away from the wall she’d made herself at home against to drop down into one of the open couches, tucking her feet up under her as her lips twisted into a scowl. The young vampire perched on the cushion on the opposite end, fingers twisting up the woolen fabric of her kama where it came to rest at their knees. “They wanted to ‘trap’ me in the house to see how scared I’d get,” Her eyes rolled as she sunk back into the couch, arms crossed moodily over chest.

“Have you considered revenge?” Shin questioned, eyes narrowed dangerously as the tight-knit group of party-goers not so subtly listened into their conversation.

The Mandalorian scoffed pathetically. “Try going against Thrawn? Alone? Might as well move into massacre mansion alone,”

“There is…. Another way,” Huyang perked up, looking between his companions with something as close to devilish mirth as a neutral droid face could muster.

“Revenge is groovy,” Baylan remarked, thumbs awkwardly extended as he glanced at the younger compatriots to their grand scheme.

“This is so embarrassing, I could just live.” Shin’s face dropped into her hands, groaning at the laugh that bubbled past Sabine's lips, freely into the night as everyone began brainstorming the best revenge.

“Alright, Thrawn, stop playing around, where is she?” Leia demanded as her flashlight cast shadows across the walls, eyes narrowed in growing frustration as she followed the imprinted footsteps across old carpet.

“How am I supposed to know?” He hissed back, following the tracks with a contemplative look. “Sabine was not the only one in here,” He declared, following the dirt tracks into the old kitchen, where the basement door was wedged open.

“Are you sure this is going to work?” Sabine whispered, staring up at Shin as the vampire’s fang pressed into their pale wrist, painting dark blood across the shorter woman’s forehead and chin as she went.

“I find your lack of faith disturbing,” They grumbled lowly, tongue poking past their lips as she worked in the dark, making Sabine out to look as roughed up as possible. “Though it would be easier if you let me take a bite,” incarnadine eyes followed the path of her jugular, hidden beneath layers of skin that made her teeth itch to think about.

Before Sabine could reply, Shin’s hand was pressing into her mouth, body covering Sabine’s as she was shoved back up against the wall. “Game time,” They husked into her ear, eyes flickering back to signal the advancement of her peers.

Their hand carded through her hair harshly, though the restraint was tangible as they ‘forced’ Sabine’s head back. “Hey!” She shouted as the gaggle of teens passed, shoving harshly against Shin as she reached for her belt, where her flashlight was tucked into easy reach.

Noticing the struggle, Holdo and Leia were the first to rush to her aid. “Get off of her!” Leia shouted, yanking on the vampire's shoulder to break them apart. Even knowing the plan, the hunger that took over Shin’s face scared even Sabine, frozen for a millisecond as the blonde turned to advance on her four ‘saviors.’

Slipping the flashlight from her belt, Sabine flashed it at the side of Shin’s head, fighting off the smile on her lips from the overdramatic way the other teenager flung themselves back, trying to avoid the light as her arm raised to shield sensitive eyes from overbearing light.

Their back hit the wall next, shrinking into the cape around their shoulders with fangs bared, their own blood still smeared against their lips to create a horrifying visage. “What are you waiting for?! Run!” She shouted to the group, forcing her own feet to move, shoving into Thrawn and Xiono to kickstart the process.

Bursting from another hall came the towering figure of Baylan, fury in his eyes as he looked between his crumpled daughter and the frantic teens. Morgan moved swiftly between him and the doorframe to step in their path, the pair all but closing them in as more activity started in the house.

With lightning speed, Sabine flashed the light to shine against the predatory creatures of the night. Like mother-like daughter, Morgan dramatically fell back into Baylan, knocking him off balance and sending both vampires careening to the floor with a loud thud. “Don’t stop!” She shouted again, thighs burning as they scrambled through the winding halls of a half-deconstructed building, fighting to find the exit.

Again, a predatory growl seemed to permeate the structure of the home, the rumble from the Togruta’s chest casting across the halls, overpowering the sound of the group's feet as they raced down the back stairwell. Thrawn stopped, eyes searching in a way that was almost frantic as Ahsoka prowled closer.

Before he knew it, a hand shot through the drywall, green and decaying, bones scraping against the rough material of his jacket, blue-hued blood staining the fabric in a way Sabine knew would eventually blend into the blue devil costume he’d donned that day.

Sabine threw herself into the green forearm, wincing internally at the crack; Apparently, the zombified Twi’lek wouldn’t be hurt, and reattaching the limb was an easy process, Sabine just had to trust that her impact wouldn’t ruin the recovery, as the woman’s arm gave way under her body weight, snapping with a sickly wet sound before going limp again the door. “You need to keep moving,” She hissed darkly in Thrawn’s ear, shoving him through his paralysis as the growling grew nearer.

The next stop on their haunted escape room tour was be the dining hall; Sabine wound up running into Leia’s back and stumbling, hand shooting out to catch herself on the table. In front of the only entrance, the ghastly form of Marrok stood to greet them. He was silent, now, but green smoke poured from his mask like a machine at a cheap Imperial Academy dance.

If he’d scared her before, seeing him in his prime was enough to put genuine fear in her bones. His fingers flexed around nothing as the empty helmet gaped at them, though when he took his first step forward, Sabine shoved between Organa and Holdo, once again shining the flashlight into his face.

This time, instead of finding amusement in her actions, Marrok froze, the leather of his suit bubbling grossly, like the flooring in the kitchen, before he popped like a swollen balloon, green mist escaping into the air, just to be swept back into the dark, leaving only his helmet behind. “Is he dead?” Xiono questioned, weight shifting awkwardly as he tried to hide himself behind Thrawn.

“How about we don’t stick around to find out,” Sabine hissed as the growling grew closer. “There’s the door,” Once again shoving harshly at their backs, Sabine herded the group back into the entryway. If the portrait of the old Senator moved to watch Leia pass by it, the Mandalorian heeded it no mind, heralding everyone to the door.

“It won’t budge!” Thrawn called, his brows furrowing as he pulled on it. Through the darkness of the glass window, Sabine saw an outline of a skeletal droid, and knew Huyang was offering revenge in the simplest form his morality would allow.

“Gotal’ad, you’re a dink!” She hissed, shoving past him to tug on the knob. Brass gave easily under her hand, though she swung the door inwards slow enough to give the droid on the other side a chance.

“Sabine!” Leia called, turning with eyes widened in fear; Ahsoka stood at the end of the entryway, eyes narrowed and fangs bared, muscles taut like a predatory ready to jump on its prey.

“Get out of here!” She shoved the others behind her, stepping forward to meet Ahsoka halfway.

Before her first connected, she saw a sparkle of mirth in the Togruta’s eyes; It wasn’t a hard hit by any means, but the woman played it off perfectly, crumpling to the ground the moment the Mandalorian’s fist hit her face.

Sabine turned, kicking out the toe of her boot to swing the door closed one last time. “Are you okay?” She whisper yelled, crouching down beside the woman.

“Hey, you heard Lord Baylan, revenge is groovy,” A toothy smile crossed her face as she forced herself to sit up, the other monsters started slowly making their way into the entry way.

“Well. That was… Wizard.” Morgan commented as she brushed off her robes, pointedly ignoring the look of utter disgust and horror that crossed the blonde’s face.

“You better get out there, Lady Wren,” Huyang spoke up, lifting Marrok’s helm from the floor and holding it out until the green mist shot back into the room and swirled inside it, returning the monster to his corporeal form.

“Will I…” Golden eyes flickered around the room; To Hera, who was straightening her broken arm and flexing her fingers to be sure she was working again, Baylan, who was fussing over the incision Shin had bitten into their arm for the blood, Morgan, still laughing at her joke, Huyang and Marrok, being general terrifying, and Ahsoka, still sat on the floor, rubbing at the blossoming bruise on her cheek.

“Will I ever see you guys again?” She asked finally, scuffing her boot into the carpet and averting her eyes.

“Of course!” Hera stepped forward, cold hand resting on Sabine’s shoulder. “Ahsoka, do you have the key?”

“I thought you had it?” She teased, reaching into a pouch on her belt to produce a small key. “Fit this into *any* door, and you’ll be home.” Ahsoka handed it up to Sabine, letting the purple-haired woman turn it around in her hands for a moment. “We’ll always be here when you need us, but right now, I believe they need you.”

Through the door, Sabine could hear Xiono shouting. “Nuh-uh! I am not going home without the Mandalorian,”

When the door forced open again, Thrawn was met with the sight of Sabine standing over the ‘corpse’ of the venomous Togruta, and nothing more. “Lady Wren, would you do us all a favor and see us back to our dwellings?”

Staring down at Ahsoka, she caught the twitch of the woman’s lips. “Yeah, let’s go,” She turned, folding the key into her pocket as she pulled her flashlight back out. “I’ll keep you safe, Thrawn.”

Translations: Di'kute - Idiots (Mando'a) E Chu Ta - along the lines of 'fuck you' (Huttese)

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Sabine Wren

Passed Through Fire

Story summary: An unexpected conversation with Jacen Syndulla and his mother, Hera, leaves Sabine Wren with doubts regarding her path as a Jedi. Later that same night Sabine experiences an intense Force vision; what she learns within it will lead to a choice - one that will determine her future as a Jedi, forever.

Sequel to this story:

The Wren-Bridger watchtower is quiet; night on Lothal is falling fast. The stars from the balcony can be seen twinkling overhead, too many to count. Below, the fields of grass sway in the cool evening breeze.

Somewhere, a family of loth-cats scurries through the undergrowth looking for shelter.

Somewhere, the distant howl of loth-wolves can be heard, echoing through the night air.

To some, it is a warning. But for Sabine, she finds the howl to be a comfort. As does her partner, and fellow Jedi, Ezra Bridger.

Sabine leans on the balcony railing taking in the sight and, once again, finds herself falling in love with Lothal. It is home. Always will be.

Our home.

There’s a shared feeling of familiarity and warmth that crosses through the Force. She turned to find Ezra, smiling at her from the doorway.

“It’s a beautiful view,” he said.

Sabine rolled her eyes, but couldn’t fight back a smile.

“Hey, it really is,” Ezra protested. “Lothal nights are one of a kind.”

Sabine arches an eyebrow at her partner. “So, you weren’t talking about me?”

“I mean, what words can be used to describe your beauty, Lady Wren? Truly, there are none that can properly convey the constellations in your eyes-”

Sabine scoffed. “What third-rate romantic holo-vid did you pull that from?”

“Actually, I got it from Lando. He said it a lot better, though.”

“Lando, huh. Maybe I should ring him up and hear how it’s properly said, then.”

She made to move inside the watchtower - until Ezra playfully grabbed her by the waist and twirled her into a smooth dance move that dipped her near the floor with him bent over her in a graceful arch.

“Not a chance, Lady Wren,” he said, his eyes serious.

Sabine’s pulse sky-rocketed. Oh, very smooth, Ezra Bridger, she thought.

After a heated moment, he stood her back up and took a bow.

“Well? How was that? Still want to call Lando?”

Trying her level best to sound non-chalant, Sabine replied, “Nice moves.”

“Ah, high praise.” His eyes sparkled as he pointed out, “I don’t think it’s quite that cold for your cheeks to be flushed, however, my Lady Wren.”

Sabine cursed silently. He held out a hand to her.

She took it. "To bed?" she asked.

"Sure. Unless you want to do some light sparring first? To help settle you."

"Not the exercise I'm interested in, at the moment," she said with a smirk.

Ezra's eyes flashed with heat. "Well, let's not waste anymore time."

They were half-way through the living room when their comm station beeped, alerting to an incoming call.

Sabine cursed out loud this time.

Ezra chuckled and crossed over to the comms.

The blue hologram sputtered forth the image of Jacen Syndulla appeared.

"Hi, Ezra! Hi, Sabine!" said the young boy. His grin was infectious in its youthful energy.

"Jacen!" Sabine joined her partner at the comm station, hurriedly buttoning up her blouse. "Is everything okay?"

"Yeah!" Jacen peered closer at the two of them. "Are you guys okay?"

Ezra said, "Yeah, we are. Why?"

"You two look out of breath. Been sparring again?"

Sabine coughed loudly and smoothed her hair. Ezra hid a grin behind his hand.

"Sort of," Sabine said, sheepishly. "Why are you calling this late?"

Jacen grinned and said, "Mom's taking me to see Ahsoka tomorrow."

Sabine looked at Ezra, who mirrored the same look of surprise she had. They knew that Jacen was Force sensitive and most likely held the same strength that lied inherent in his father's blood, Kanan Jarrus. It was only a matter of time before the Jedi path came calling for him.

Hera, however, had been particularly quiet about what she thought regarding her son's future path. As a mother, it can't have been easy for her to think about giving Jacen to the Jedi for training.

As both Sabine and Ezra knew, that was a lifetime commitment. And it came with a steep price.

"Whoa, buddy." Ezra stroked his beard. "That's a lot sooner than we expected."

Jacen pouted. "Really? I've been waiting for ages!”

"We're happy for you, Jacen. Promise." Sabine side-eyed Ezra, who just shrugged. "What does your mom think about this? Is she excited like you are?"

The young boy's face clouded over. "No . . . she pretends to be, but I feel - I don't know. I feel a lot of different things from her whenever we talk about it."

Sabine nodded. "That makes sense. It's a big decision, Jacen."

Jacen nodded. "Ahsoka asked to think about who I want to teach me. As my Master."

"Really?" asked Sabine. "And who do you want as your Master?"

Jacen looked directly at Sabine. "You, Sabine."

Her heart came shuddering to a halt. She could feel Ezra's gaze fall on her.

"Me?" she asked. "Not Ezra?"

"Yes, you." He pointed at her this time as clarification.

Sabine snuck a look at Ezra, worried. She shouldn't have been; his eyes were full of pride and affection without a single trace of jealousy.

As her mind raced with questions, Ezra asked, dryly, "Is it because she has Mandalorian armor and a jetpack?"

"Noooo . . . well, maybe a little bit."

Sabine buried her face in her hands. She didn't know whether to laugh or cry.

Training Kanan's child. That was a huge responsibility.

Am I up to it? Can I do right by him?

It went without saying how much Kanan had influenced her and Ezra's lives. They wouldn't be here without him.

She missed his presence every day. And she knew that Ezra thought about his former master just as much, if not more.

Without looking up, Sabine asked, "Did you tell Hera about your choice?"

There was a pause. Sabine peeked out from her hands and saw the young boy's face look uncharacteristically anxious.

"Yeah, I told Mom."

"And what did she say?"

Jacen looked furtively to the side for a moment, like he was watching for something. Then he whispered, "Promise you won't get mad?"

Ezra looked confused. "Why would we be mad, Jacen?"

"You have to promise," Jacen urged.

Sabine shared a look with Ezra and then nodded. He replied, "We promise."

I've got a bad feeling about this.

Jacen nodded, and then took a deep breath. "Okay, then. She said . . . Mom said she was against it."

The young boy looked down at his feet, ashamed. "Mom doesn't want Sabine as my master."

Sabine sat down, stunned at the admission. She could feel Ezra's puzzlement emanating through the Force, laced with threads of uncertainty.

Hera didn't trust Sabine to train her child.

Not hard to think about why, Sabine.

Even so . . . it hurt to think that Hera didn't have faith in her.

He was about to ask another question when another voice, familiar and filled with outrage, cut in from Jacen's end of the call.

"Jacen! What are you doing?"

Jacen jerked in surprise, eyes widening in horror. "Mom! I thought-"

"Who are you talking to this late at night - oh, you didn't."

The familiar figure of Hera Syndulla, General of the New Republic, filled the hologram gently pushing Jacen to the side. Out of view, Sabine heard Jacen yell, "Chopper! You were supposed to warn me if she was coming!"

Ezra huffed a laugh.

Hera was dressed in plain, comfy night wear - which, to Sabine's realization, none of them had ever seen Hera in casual clothing before. The former Rebel was always seen in her customary flight suit.

She looked tired, but her eyes were sharp eyeing both of them. "Hello, Ezra. Hello, Sabine."

"Evening, Hera. Sounds like you're having a busy day tomorrow from what Jacen tells us." Ezra sounded calm, as though he wasn't perturbed about what Jacen had just said mere second ago.

"Yeah. Sounds like Jacen said quite a lot while I was in the refresher."

She glared to the side and said, in a tone that brooked no dissent, "Bed. Now."

There was a blur in the background of the hologram that had to be Jacen. Hera watched her son off-screen for a little while more and then sighed.

"Sorry about that," she muttered. "He's too wired about tomorrow."

"It's fine," said Sabine. "We always love hearing from him."

"Hmmm. Maybe not this late at night, though." Hera rubbed at her eyes. "I'm going to get a cup of caf."

"We can leave you for the night if you want-" Ezra began, before he was cut off.

"No. I heard everything Jacen told you. And I suspect that Sabine wants to talk with me."

Sabine stared at the hologram. "Are you sure you're not Force-sensitive? Maybe Jacen gets it from you."

Hera gave a half-smile. "Funny." She looked at Ezra. "Ezra, I love seeing you, but this conversation is between myself and Sabine."

Ezra looked at Sabine and she felt his worry and reassurance pulsing through the connection they had.

"It's okay, Ezra. Go to sleep. I'll try not to be long."

He sighed. "Okay." Leaning down, he gave her a kiss on the cheek before departing.

Pausing at the bedroom doorway, he said, "Hera."

"Hmmm?"

"Be nice. Please."

Hera arched an eyebrow. "I don't take orders from you, last I checked."

"Consider it a personal favor to me."

She sighed. "Very well."

Something eased out of his shoulders. "Thanks."

He went inside the bedroom. Sabine and Hera were alone.

"Let me grab that cup and then we'll start." The hologram showed static for a second as the call was put on hold.

Sabine crossed her arms and marshalled her emotions.

Anger. Fear. Sadness.

The emotions Jedi were supposed to know how to deal with.

Emotions that she struggled with every day. She felt no wiser, no more adept at being a Jedi then when she first started all those years ago.

Was it a wonder that Hera didn't want her to mentor Jacen?

There was movement and the hologram sharpened to reveal Hera once more with a freshly brewed cup of cafe. She blew on it for a moment and then said, "You go first."

"I . . . understand your decision, Hera. But it does hurt to hear that you don't trust me to teach Jacen."

Hera's gaze turned sharp, along with her tone. "Not just with Jacen, Sabine. I don't trust you at all. With anything."

Sabine felt her hands unconsciously ball into fists. She breathed deeply, trying to regulate her emotions. Feeling that loss of trust; the relationship she had cherished so much with Hera . . . it was gone.

She had thrown it away when she handed the map to Baylan, along with so many other important things.

"You never understood me." The words slipped out; Sabine barely registered that it was coming from her mouth.

Hera snorted. "Oh, I understand why you did it. All for Ezra. Because you loved him so much, and wanted him back so desperately."

There was a brief pause as she took a sip - and then Hera continued: "Well, news flash, Sabine. You weren't the only one who loved Ezra and wanted to see him come back home."

Sabine crossed her arms. "Ten years. You never came forward with a lead on him-"

"I was busy helping to re-build the New Republic! And I had Jacen to take care of! You think I didn't want to help look for him?"

"And where were you when Mandalore was burned! When my family died! And then Ahsoka left me . . . Ezra was all I had left, don't you get it? I had no one!" Sabine was standing now, her voice raising to almost a shout. She could feel her hands trembling with the raw rage and hurt that was spiraling out of her.

At the mention of her family, Hera's eyes lost some of their anger. She looked away for a moment, blinking hard.

Sabine suddenly realized that Hera was crying.

The rage inside her chest quelled and began to disperse. She took another deep, calming breath.

"You're right about that. I wasn't there for you when . . . when Mandalore fell. And your family - Sabine, I'm so sorry for that. I should have been there."

Sabine sat down, feeling exhausted. "It's in the past, Hera."

"No, it isn't. Not for you," Hera said. "And that's my fault."

A silence spread between the two of them that was, for a moment, impenetrable.

Sabine broke it first. "Hera. None of it was your fault. I wasn't exactly . . . I wasn't - it was a bad time for me. I didn't give out any indication that I wanted anyone around me during - well, really, for a long time. Not just with what happened on Mandalore."

Hera nodded. "That's true. But I should have tried harder for you."

Sabine began to feel the tangled ball of emotions inside her dissipate. Tears began to flow freely down her face.

"I messed up so bad, Hera. I know that. Handing over that map leading to Thrawn . . . do you want to know the worst part?"

"What would that be?"

Her voice was barely a whisper. "I would do it all over again. Even if I knew then how it would all turn out. Even if it meant losing your trust and respect."

Hera sighed. "Oh, Sabine."

"It's not just Ezra, you know? I was so lost. I've been feeling like a failure for so long and I wanted to not feel that way anymore. After the War ended . . . all the victory celebrations and I just couldn't feel it. I couldn't feel happy about any of it. I just kept thinking about what we lost."

She kept talking, just letting it all spill out; everything that had been rotting inside her, spreading a poison that needed to be expelled.

"I kept losing, Hera. Don't you get it? You. Zeb. Even Chopper, that blasted droid, went with you. And I was stuck. And I kept coming back to Ezra - how I felt like the universe owed me this one thing. Just this once, for everything that I did."

She let out a shaky breath. "Just one thing to keep. To call my own. I was tired of giving up everything for a greater good."

Hera asked, "Thinking about Ezra was the only thing that made you happy?"

Sabine let out a laugh. "Yeah, that goofball. Who knew that the kid on Lothal would end up . . . meaning so much. I just kept holding onto that memory of him and it got me through a lot."

It kept me alive, she thought.

"You lost sight of him," Hera said, not unkindly. "The real Ezra. The one who would not have wanted his return to come with the risk of danger to our galaxy."

Sabine nodded.

"Sabine, I understand that. More than you know." Hera leaned back in her chair and sipped at her caf again. "Everyday, I think about Kanan. Especially when it comes to Jacen. I feel so out of my depth with him because of his growing abilities."

Hera sighed. "My own kid. Kanan would know what to do, but he's not here. And sometimes . . . sometimes I resent him for that. Leaving me. Leaving Jacen."

"And then you took on Jedi training with Ahsoka. And I was so hopeful . . ."

"That I could help with Jacen?"

Hera nodded. "Yes."

Sabine waved at herself in a sardonic fashion. "But I turned out like this, instead."

Hera's eyes flashed with renewed fire. "You put my child in danger, Sabine. It's not just about your mistake - you abused your power."

Sabine said, sharply, "What power? I didn't have access to the Force yet, remember?"

"It's not about the Force, Sabine. That's not what makes a Jedi. Even I know that. No, you made a choice. You gambled the fate of our galaxy because of your desire to see Ezra again."

Choice. My choice to save Ezra at the cost of trillions of lives.

"And if you made such a terrible decision before having the Force, then I can't bear to think about what you might do with it. Because there are stories about Jedi who became tempted like you did. And what they did with their abilities is the stuff of nightmares."

Choice. The word echoed in Sabine's head.

"You're worried that I might pass this on to Jacen," Sabine said. Her voice was calm, despite the storm brewing in her stomach.

"Yes," said Hera, quietly. "I see this shadow in you sometimes . . . and it scares me. Jacen can't see it. He adores you."

"His feelings blind him to my failings," said Sabine. "Sounds familiar."

There was another pause. Hera waited for a reply, sipping at the last dregs of her caf.

Sabine just stood there, unable to process anything. She just wanted to sleep - forever.

"Sabine."

She looked at Hera's image.

"Are you certain that this is the right path for you?"

"Being a Jedi?" asked Sabine in a monotone.

Hera nodded.

"I don't know. I struggle with it, everyday."

Hera took that in without comment.

"Why do you want to do it, then? It's not a path that called to you, like with Kanan and Ezra. You chose it."

To atone. But she didn't say that out loud.

Hera, however, guessed at it. "If it's for some kind of penance that you think is owed . . . I'm not sure that's a good reason to be a Jedi."

"Then why should I be a Jedi, then?"

Hera shrugged. "That's for you to figure out." She checked to the side and groaned. "I really hope that chronometer is lying about the time."

"You should get some sleep, Hera," said Sabine, quietly.

"I'll try." She began to turn off the call.

"Hera." Sabine couldn't help herself.

"Yeah?"

"Do you think - can I make this right for you? And Jacen? Can you ever forgive me; trust me again?"

Hera looked at her with such pity and sadness, then. Sabine felt something inside her crumble to dust at the expression.

"I don't think I can, Sabine."

And she was gone.

Sabine turned to enter the watch-tower's sleeping quarters. The doors slid open and she found Ezra, laying awake on their bed.

"You heard?" she asked.

"Yes." He held out his arms. "Come here."

She crawled into his arms and wept her shoulders shaking with bitter grief.

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In the dream, she is alone.

Kneeling on a stage of starless night.

A voice comes forth - one that she hasn't heard in a lifetime.

"You look a little lost."

Sabine turns to find the achingly familiar figure of Kanan Jarrus, garbed in traditional Jedi robes.

She whispers, "Kanan." All the memories of him threaten to overwhelm her in this moment.

He smiles. "Hey, Sabine. It's been a while."

In a small voice, Sabine asks, "Are you real? Is this happening in my head?"

Kanan shrugged. "Technically, everything happens in your head. Doesn't make it any less real."

"Is this the Force again? Trying to tell me something?"

Kanan turned serious. "Yeah. I've been watching you for a while now, Sabine."

"And? Impressed by my progress?"

Kanan sat down in front of her, cross-legged. "It hurts."

"Yeah?" She wanted to sound defiant, but all that came out was a croak. "Which part?"

He just looked at her with compassion. "It hurts to see you in so much pain."

Sabine didn't want to talk about this. "Where are we?"

"Within the heart of every Jedi lies a place of stillness; a place to reflect, when they meditate. I call it the Still Place."

She snorted. "The 'Still Place'? Kind of lame."

Kanan pouted. "Look, it's not meant to be creative. It just is, okay? That's what it's called."

Sabine sighed and looked around the empty space they inhabited. "Looks like my Still Place is pretty barren."

"It looks different to every person. Focus, Sabine."

She did, closing her eyes - and . . .

The gentle rustle of grass fields in the wind.

She opened her eyes to find herself in a clearing, surrounded by familiar grass lands. Craning her neck upwards, she saw the familiar night sky view of countless stars. In the distance, she saw the capital city and the watchtower she now called home.

"Of course," she said. "Where else would it be."

Kanan smiled. "I miss being here."

She soaked in the view of the world she loved and her former mentor, taking it all in.

"Why are you here, Kanan?"

He returned his gaze to her. "It's not to punish you, Sabine."

"I think I would deserve it. You know what I've done?"

"I know. But it's time to let that go. It's weighing you down. It's hurting you."

"What is?"

"Your attachment to your failures."

Sabine scoffed. "What attachment? I hate my failures! I hate that I messed up!"

"They're a part of you. You need to accept it. And move on."

She narrowed her eyes at him. "That makes no sense."

"Try."

"Jedi don't try," she shot back. "They do."

"When it comes to the matters of the Force and their abilities, then yes," replied Kanan. "But in everything else - look, Sabine, the universe is a complicated place. There's no guarantee of anything. That's the secret."

He leaned forward. "Sometimes, the best we can do is try. Even Jedi make mistakes."

"Even like the ones I've made?" she asked.

"Okay, that's a pretty exclusive club," Kanan admitted. "But there are other Jedi who did make mistakes like you."

Sabine looked at him and said, "Hera thinks I'm irredeemable, you know. That I've gone too far and abused my power."

Kanan gave her a look. "Do you think that?"

"I saved Ezra. And it came at a cost."

"You also stated that you would do it again, even knowing the outcome. You also haven't answered my question."

She thought about it. "I don't want to be irredeemable."

"What do you want, Sabine?"

"I want to be a Jedi."

Kanan cocked his head. "Why? You've never shown an interest before, when I was training Ezra."

"No," she admitted. "But I was watching. And I saw how it made you better. You both became stronger."

"Is that what you desire? The powers of a Jedi?"

Sabine frowned. "No . . . no." She let out a breath of frustration. "I don't know how to put it."

Kanan waited for her to gather her thoughts. And, at last, Sabine found the words.

"Taking the path of the Jedi made you both . . . more. More than what you already were. But you both were still yourselves, but also not just yourselves." She still found the statement to be clunky, but it felt true to what she felt.

Kanan smiled and nodded for her to continue.

"I wanted that. To be more than what I was. To protect others, like you both did. To prevent tragedies like we experienced from happening to everyone else. The Rebellion had plenty of soldiers, Generals, and heroes . . . but what the galaxy really needed were Jedi."

She looked up at Kanan. "And you and Ezra were gone."

"So, you wanted to step up. Become what you thought everyone needed."

Sabine nodded.

Kanan smiled sadly. "I'm sorry, Sabine. I didn't mean to leave you with that burden."

"It was my choice. But, I let everyone down."

"Being a Jedi isn't about the lightsabers or the Force. It's about your choices, Sabine. It's about being the best possible version of yourself. You didn't need to be a Jedi first and foremost - everyone needed you to be yourself."

Sabine shook her head, feeling the tears starting to well up. "But it doesn't matter, Kanan. I think doing this - going down this path, it made me worse."

"Power," said Kanan, "regardless of where it comes from - the Force, political, or financial - is an amplifier for every person. It doesn't change them. It just gives you the ability to be more of . . . yourself."

"So . . . I am irredeemable?"

"You just said that you don't wish to be, right?"

"Right," said Sabine.

Kanan chuckled. "Then you won't."

She blinked at him. "It's that easy?"

The chuckle turned into a full throated laugh. It'd been so long since she'd heard him laugh.

"No, no. You've got to put in a lot of work, Sabine. But if you decide that you want to make amends, then you can."

"Hera doesn't seem to think so."

Kanan stopped laughing. "She'll be a tough one," he admitted. "You crossed a line with her."

He gazed directly at her and for a moment his eyes turned piercing. "You put our son in danger, Sabine."

Sabine felt a chill go through her that had nothing to do with the Lothal evening breeze. "Then why are you helping me?"

"Because I care for you. And so does she. It's why she's so angry with you."

Kanan stood and ignited his lightsaber. The blue blade was bright as any star, casting brilliant light in the quiet field around them.

"Are you ready? To face what comes next?"

Sabine looked at that sky-blue blade and asked, "What comes next, Kanan?"

"Joy. Despair. Love. Heartbreak. And life." He stared at her, face unreadable. "So much of it. If you want."

Nothing about the conversation had particularly inspired her to continue, she reflected. Kanan had simply told her what she needed to hear.

It would be tough. It would be hard, heart-breaking labor to make amends and find her way.

But . . . she wanted to keep fighting. She wanted to do it.

Sabine would see it through to the end. Make more mistakes, learn from them, and keep going. She would try her best and, when the time came, leave this galaxy with as few regrets possible.

And, hopefully, make it a better place for some.

"I'm ready," she said, quietly.

The blade lowered and rose onto each of her shoulders without touching.

"By the right of the Council; by the will of the Force. I dub thee, Sabine Wren, Jedi Knight of the Republic."

The lightsaber blade retracted into its hilt. Kanan held out a hand.

She took it and rose to her feet.

"That's it?" she asked. "Don't I get a fancy parade or something?"

His laughter, warm and loving, followed her out of the dream.

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The next day, Ezra took Sabine to the hangar bay where the re-salvaged G9, christened The Starburst Phoenix, laid in wait.

He knew that she wanted to focus her mind on something positive considering the mood from last night. Sabine didn't say anything but she appreciated the gesture to cheer her up, nonetheless.

It was good to have a Jedi partner. You were never really alone. Sabine couldn't fathom why the old Jedi Order forbade these kinds of relationships.

They were mid-way through retrofitting the laser turrets when a call came through the comms.

It was Hera.

Ezra looked at Sabine. "If you want, I'll take this."

She shook her head. Sometimes, all we can do is try our best.

"I'm good, Ezra. Go ahead and answer it."

He did. Hera's voice came through, sounding unsteady.

"Hey, Hera," said Ezra. "How'd it go?"

"Ahsoka finished her tests. He's ready to start his official training." Her voice sounded stuffy, like she had been crying.

Sabine spoke. "I'm sorry, Hera."

"No, it's a good thing. He was always meant for this. You should have seen his face, how it lit up . . . I can't take this from him."

There was a few moments of silence. Hera's voice came back on the line, this time sounding more normal.

"When does his training start?" asked Ezra.

"That's the good news. Her and Skywalker are still setting up the Academy and rounding up other candidates. It will still take some time. Maybe a year, at the most."

"You still have time to spend with him," said Sabine, relieved.

"Yeah. I told the Council that I would be taking the next year off to spend time with my son. Mon Mothma personally approved it."

"Good," said Sabine. "They owe you."

"Yeah," replied Hera. "They do."

There was a long pause and then, barely there: "I'm scared."

Sabine caught Ezra's look. He motioned at her to speak.

She frowned and said, "What are you scared of, Hera?"

"Letting Jacen go. The last time I did that with people I loved . . . it didn't end well."

"When was the last time?"

"Kanan. Ezra. And then, you. I let you all go. I should have fought harder to stay by your side."

Sabine let out a breath. "None of that is your fault, Hera. There was a war. It's different this time with Jacen."

"I can hope, right? Trust in the Force." She sounded almost sarcastic in that last one.

"If you need something more, then trust in me, Hera," said Ezra. "And trust in Sabine. We'll look out for him, I promise."

Hera was silent. There were some voices on the other end of the call. Sabine heard a chuckle.

"Jacen wants to know if he can borrow Sabine's jetpack for his training."

Ezra grinned at Sabine. "We'll talk about it," Sabine replied, smiling.

"My vote is no," said Hera, firmly. "But, who knows? It might come in handy some day for a Jedi padawan."

"It did for me," said Sabine.

"And me," added Ezra.

Hera snorted. "Positive influences you two are. The New Jedi Order's best and brightest."

"Hera," began Sabine, cautiously.

"Yes, Sabine?"

Try my best. Make amends.

"Listen. Now that you've got some time off, Ezra and I were wondering if you would love stopping by Lothal to help with a personal project of ours."

Ezra raised his eyebrows questioningly at her but didn't say anything.

"Oh, yeah. Heard you picked up a real clunker of a ship. G9, right?"

"Hey," protested Ezra. "She's got it where it counts, you know. They flew the G9s during the Clone Wars. I heard even some Jedi used them as personal starships."

"Right," snorted Hera. "I'll take your word for it, Ezra, but I'd take the Ghost over your ship, any day.

"Anyway," continued Sabine, glaring daggers at Ezra, "if you wanted to help out. We could use some experienced hands on the repairs. Make sure nothing blows up when we power it on, that sort of thing."

"You haven't powered it on, yet?"

"No. Because we're worried it might blow up if we do. Haven't you been listening?"

Hera sighed. "Repair work, huh. Great start to a vacation."

Sabine replied, "You don't have to, if you think it's too much to handle."

"Nah. Whatever's broken, we'll fix it together," Hera replied. Sabine could almost see Hera's gentle smile in her mind's eye.

Sabine looked at Ezra, who reached out and held her hand.

"My thoughts, exactly."

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Author's Note: This was a really hard one to write. I don't know how I feel about this; I'm not sure if I got everything I wanted to across or if I properly fleshed out the motivations for Sabine. Any thoughts or comments would be greatly appreciated.

Gonna take a break from writing fics for a while but, never fear, I'm already planning the next one. It's gonna be Ezra focused. Stay tuned!

#sabine wren #ezra bridger #sabezra #ezrabine #star wars rebels #star wars #ahsoka show #fanfic #hera syndulla #jacen syndulla

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valkorianknight12 · 7 months

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Ahsoka Episode 8 Spoilers

hold on, let me cry for a second.

IT WAS AMAZING PPL IT WAS UNEXPECTED BUT I LOVED IT

First off, the lightsaber building scene and Ezra being able to add a part of Kanan's lightsaber to his just furthered the theme of master nd apprentice they go going on. And when Sabine and Ezra did the throwing move that Kanan and Ezra did in rebels, sealed the fucking deal for me. ✨masterpiece ✨

Sabine's force sensitivity was something I was uncomfortable with at the beginning of the show, but it feels so right for her. And it makes sense as well with her trauma and underlying struggle from the rebels show that prevented her from reaching her full potential. I mean in runs in her lineage( *cough* Tarre Viszla).

And when chopper went up to ezra i was like goddamn chopper already knows. And then the emotion behind ezra and hera's eyes once ezra took his helmet off just made me bawl.

Thrawn's interaction with Ahsoka definitely fit the rebels and part of Zahn's characterization of him as a calculating and manipulating villain. Thrawn's disregard for the unnecessary killing was what kind of got me as a trilogy fan. I really liked when Thrawn says he knows about Anakin and how Ahsoka was kind of like him. He also calls her a ronin, which I honestly don't know how to feel about.

Then, the Dathomiri stuff was top tier. It was horrifying but i mean space witches = very cool. It reflected a lot of clone wars lore too which was so nice to see in live action.

Speaking of clone wars lore, UM BAYLAN! THE STATUES OF THE FATHER, SON, AND THE DAUGHTER (half collapsed, may have some significance). MORAI in the end though. I was just praising Filoni at that point.

And then Anakin, in the end, to seal everything off was just perfect. It kind of reminded me of when Hayden Christensen was talking about filming the end scene of Return of the Jedi where he appears as a force ghost and how he didn't know he was being filmed for that and didn't know how to act for the scene. He even remarked that he would have changed the way he acted if he knew. I feel like this end scene where Anakin just gives that small smile of acceptance was Christensen's way of reliving that experience.

anyways, good stuff, ezrillion/10 would recommend

#my opinion lol #i have spoken #star wars #anakin skywalker #ahsoka #ahsoka episode 8 #ahsoka spoilers #ahsoka show #sabine wren #thrawn #ezra bridger #the mortis gods #morai #swtcw #sw rebels #hera syndulla

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rebel-ahsoka · 9 months

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overall i really liked the 1st two episodes. a few things i liked:

it really felt like star wars like it felt like they were trying to connect to the original source material especially aesthetically and musically. my husband lost his shit when they did the scene transition like the original star wars movies.

i thought natasha liu bordizzo truly did her homework on this one. the way she delivered her dialogue in her very first scene, i was like she IS sabine wow. probably one of my favorite parts of the series so far.

also it hit me like halfway through the second episode that pretty much every character is a woman? this is truly a show about women, but not in a pandering way where it's like "look guys!!! we included women!!!" and then proceed to do nothing with them (cough cough rose tico). i love it so far.

CHOPPER. that is all.

a few things i wasn't crazy about (don't get me wrong i liked the episodes):

the timeline was a bit confusing for me and my husband, who have both watched rebels multiple times. at first we thought it took place after the rebels epilogue because they kept citing sabine's training with ahsoka, which never actually happened in rebels. but it seems like between ezra's disappearance and the rebels epilogue, sabine trained with ahsoka, and then in ep. 2 of ahsoka we get the rebels epilogue.

i didn't really want sabine to be force-sensitive. i know she trained with the dark saber but it wasn't because she had shown any sort of ability with the force. interested to see where they go with this one.

so far, rosario dawson falls kind of flat for me as ahsoka. i feel like there isn't enough emotion in any of her scenes so far. i didn't mind it during her cameos in mando/tbobf because she was supposed to be a somewhat mysterious side character, but now that she's the main character it just didn't fully work for me. older ahsoka is supposed to be wise and mysterious, but she was also generally outgoing and kind. hopefully that changes as we see more of her.

#ahsoka tv #ahsoka spoilers

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fandomsniper · 4 months

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Rebels Characters (+ Obi-Wan) as Viva LA Vida lyrics

I used to rule the world

Seas would rise when I gave the word

Now in the morning, I sleep alone

Sweep the streets I used to own

Obi-Wan

I used to roll the dice

Feel the fear in my enemy's eyes

Listened as the crowd would sing

"Now the old king is dead, long live the king"

Rex

One minute I held the key

Next, the walls were closed on me

And I discovered that my castles stand

Upon pillars of salt and pillars of sand

Zeb

I hear Jerusalem bells a-ringing

Roman cavalry choirs are singing

Be my mirror, my sword and shield

My missionaries in a foreign field

The Clones

For some reason, I can't explain

Once you'd gone, there was never

Never an honest word

And that was when I ruled the world

Ahsoka

It was a wicked and wild wind

Blew down the doors to let me in

Shattered windows and the sound of drums

People couldn't believe what I'd become

Anakin

Revolutionaries wait

For my head on a silver plate

Just a puppet on a lonely string

Oh, who would ever want to be king?

Kallus

I hear Jerusalem bells a-ringing

Roman cavalry choirs are singing

Be my mirror, my sword and shield

My missionaries in a foreign field

The Rebels

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This may not be accurate but it's 4am cut me some slack 😭 and yeah I'm missing a few very importand characters (*cough* Ezra, Kanan, Hera, Sabine *cough*) but I just didn't know where to put them + there isn't enough verses (the vers with Zeb kinda matches Kanan too) but you are free to leave a comment where you would put them :))

#star wars rebels #sw rebels #obi wan kenobi #anakin skywalker #ahsoka tano #captain rex #agent kallus #zeb orrelios #the rebels #the clones #sw tcw #tcw #the clone wars #star wars

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heaven-s-black-box · 6 months

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Notes- Modern Star Wars pt.1

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- the jedi all go to the same temple, in this au the jedi religion is no different then being Jewish, Muslim, Christian, ect.

- Caleb and Cal are neighbors, they've been besties since kindergarten (I refuse to separate these two, they are now a pair)

- Caleb's nickname is Kanan

- masters= parents (adopted or bio, a few exception cases like Ahsoka and Ani, Obi wan and Ani, ect.)

- obi wan is qui gon's bio kid, Anakin was adopted

-Ahsoka is adopted by plo koon

- while I would love to include all clones, last time I tried that I fried my modern AU, so here's a more edited list with my faves

- Jango had Boba and Omega

- Rex and Cody are brothers, they're boba and omega's cousins

- the bad batch(quintuplets) + domino twins are brothers and are boba and omega's first cousin once removed (so Jango's aunt/uncle's kids)

- pretty much everyone in the fett family joins the military to some degree

-Bd-1 is Cal's small dog, C3P0 is a golden retriever (or possibly a service dog for Ani due to childhood trauma) and R2 is a cat (maybe a tuxedo), Chewwie is one of those big super fluffy dogs, Chopper is a ginger cat, and Jar Jar is Padme's overly excitable yippy dog (couldn't decide on a breed)

- Hera and Kanan eventually adopt a wolf dog they name Dume, Chopper hates sharing attention

- Kanan adopts Ezra

- Sabine is related to Bo-Katan and Satine (somehow, I know she's the same clan so extended family!)

- After meeting clan Wren (I am writing this as I watch Rebels) I have decided Ursa was Satine and Bo-Katan's adpoted first cousin once removed

- Hera is totally Airforce, like I feel like that's the closest to her role in rebels, her and Kanan met in highschool

- their song, which later became their first dance at their wedding, is "Ain't no mountain high enough"

- Zeb is another friend of theirs from highschool, he was a year or two younger

- Zeb is a security guard, Ezra is an animal conservationist (see him and Loth wolves), his parents had a radio show where they talked about endangered species

- Kanan is a firefighter (because irony) and Cal is an elementary school teacher who is in charge of his school's fencing club

- in this au Kanan's injury comes from a job, once he's blinded he joins Ezra in his work

- Cere is a highschool music teacher, Merin is a history teacher who also has an elective cultures course, and Greez is a freelance pilot who's business is definitely totally 100% legal(/s aka he takes some shady jobs)

- Cere and Greez are neighbors, Merin works at the same school as Cere, and she meets Cal through her

- Din obviously adopts Grogu at some point, and Luke volunteers at the temple's Sunday school which is where he meets them(???)

- I feel like Luke would own a martial arts school, Leia becomes a politician like her mum, Anakin would be a robotics engineer

- Satine is prime Minister of Mandalore, Bo- Katan is either military or lawyer (she strikes me as the lawyer type), Sabine was going to join the military but ended up pursuing an artistic career, Korki wants to go into politics like his aunt

- Mandalore works like the u.s where it's a bunch of small countries a trench coat, except they're more functional... mostly

- Obi wan is either a social worker (helping other kids like Anakin) or some kind of diplomat, he only became a diplomat cause he took a few classes to spend more time with a cute international student *cough* Satine *cough* and found he was good at diplomacy

- Plo Koon and Ahsoka are body guards/ security, Plo has his own company, Ahsoka started as being in charge of marketing (I consulted my mom for Ahsoka's job and she suggested marketing because she's so bubbly)

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terapsina · 6 months

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Planet Mortis and the Padawan's Padawan - Star Wars Sabine Wren Fic

(A concept fic for Sabine time traveling to the Clone Wars and meeting a younger version of Ahsoka.)

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Sabine coughed, feeling like she'd just been hit by the concussive blast from a crashing dropship. Every nerve ending of her body tingled, her brain pressing against the back of her temples as if it was considering the best way to leak out of her skull.

What in all the Sith hells had just happened?

They'd been... trying to to stop Baylan Skoll from messing with some kind of Force Gods? Force Avatars? Honestly, even with Ahsoka's explanation Sabine didn't really understand anything more than the part where they really needed to make sure that the apparently insane dark Jedi didn't gain the power to alter reality to his whims.

They'd followed him into some kind of... temple? Yes. There'd been statues. One of an old man, something ancient and tired about the worn stone, beside it a statue of a younger man with a smile Sabine remembered finding unpleasantly sinister somehow. And another, half-crumbled... something. She pressed a shaking, gloved hand over her eyes, trying to remember.

Ahsoka had been fighting Skoll and Sabine had tried to help when she'd tripped over the debris from the crumbling statue, it hadn't been stone though, but... crystals? They'd started to shimmer with the pure white glow of sunlight on snow when she heard a sound. A roar of the wind? No, a woman's whisper, somehow too loud for Sabine's ears.

A fall. And then darkness. And now... she didn't know, her ears were ringing and she realized she had yet to try to open her eyes.

Pulling her hands away from her face Sabine tried to do that now. It worked. Sort of, anyway. Everything was a bit fuzzy around the edges and it was dark around her which didn't exactly help matters.

She blinked and felt a shiver run over her skin as she realized the darkness was deepening even further and despite her fall she seemed to be in open space now.

There were dark clouds above her, tightening into something more terrible than a storm - something far more unnatural - but before she had a real chance of truly working out the strangeness, her ringing ears had something new to focus on. A man's yell from only a little distance away.

"You must help her!"

Sabine rolled onto her stomach so that she could get her knees under her and look over. Maybe ten feet away there was a group of people all so preoccupied by what they were looking at to notice her intrusion.

"I cannot undo what is done," came a weighted, echoing voice from the throat of an old man whose appearance was uncomfortably familiar to Sabine. Oh, she had a bad feeling about this. "There is no hope."

"Yes, there is," the first man's voice filled with abrupt anger, "there's always hope."

There was a sudden movement and Sabine was immediately surprised she hadn't noticed the woman before, the woman lay on the ground glowing. Her hand went to the old man's face, and then briefly before her head turned away her eyes seemed to catch Sabine's - a feeling sparked, something she'd only ever felt for brief flickering moments, that sense of light and life and depth that Ahsoka and Ezra referred to as the Force, she heard that whisper again, quieter and yet still no more comprehensive - finally, the woman voicelessly pointed toward a second slumped form.

And breath caught in Sabine's chest at the sight of the teenage Togruta child wearing the markings of her-

"Master?"

Multiple eyes swung toward her, and the third man twisted around in one smooth movement taking a guarding position in front of the angry man and the seemingly unbreathing form of what certainly appeared to be a younger version of Sabine's Jedi Master. The pure glow from the woman was joined by the blue of the third man's lightsaber.

"Who are you?" the man asked, the grief that had seemed to blanket him pushed aside by the notice of her presence.

"I-" she could only open her mouth, a terrible suspicion rising at the back of her head.

"You are not meant to be here," came the echoing voice of the old man but then he seemed to sigh, age returning to his shoulders, "and yet my Daughter has brought you. So let her last acts..." he pulled up one of his arms as the man Sabine had nearly forgotten in her shock; who had just yelled at him took place between the two slumped forms. And as the younger man dropped to his knees, they lowered their arms in unison and his right hand landed over the brow of the glowing woman, even as his left one laid against the brow of the deathly still body of the child. "...be to breathe life into your friend..."

The darkness seemed to get banished - if only briefly - as the air pulsed with light encasing both bodies, brighter and brighter until between one heartbeat and the next the glow vanished entirely.

"...and hope back into the galaxy." Here the old man's unnaturally bright blue eyes landed on Sabine like the gong of a bell. Loud and final.

There was an extended moment of utter silence before a quiet cough interrupted it - it was not unlike the one Sabine had let out upon waking minutes before - and all eyes turned toward the girl who hadn't been breathing moments ago.

"What happened?" Ahsoka asked - and karking hell, it really was Ahsoka, wasn't it? - as the man who seemed to have just brought her back to life hugged her as if his life depended on it. The girl's eyes roamed around and sparked with confusion as they landed on Sabine. "And who are you?"

"Hi, Master," Sabine answered weakly, suddenly feeling very, very outside her time, "I... I'm Sabine Wren. And I think... I'm going to need some help here."

#sabine wren #ahsoka tano #ahsoka and sabine #disaster lineage #star wars #star wars fic #fanfic #mortis arc #mortis gods #time travel #family: ahsoka x sabine #ahsoka #clone wars

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tomthefanboy · 9 months

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Ahsoka's appearance in the Mandalorian makes much more sense now. She declined to train Grogu, saying she had seen what this kind of attachment could do.

We all thought she meant Anakin and Padme. But now we know she spent who knows how long trying to train Sabine, who we see is still longing to find her brother Ezra (noromo, cough) until they had to part ways.

And now ANOTHER Mandalorian approaches her offering a padawan?

Aw hell no!

#sw #ahsoka series #ahsoka spoilers #the mandalorian

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tarisilmarwen · 2 years

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i stepped back from the swr fandom for like a few months and.. and now I'm seeing live action sabine?! Ahsoka?! What is happening where am I, I am begging for some clarity 😭

(Is it confirmed that Ahsoka is going to heavily feature the Ghost crew? I've seen some photos of Chopper, Sabine, and Hera, but I haven't seen any explanations and i fear it's making me slowly lose it)

We've known for a while that Ahsoka was getting a spinoff show and those of us with our ears permanently pressed to the ground caught wind of various casting and production rumors that seemed to indicate Rebels sequel material was getting folded into said Ahsoka show but Celebration this year basically confirmed it.

So we're getting Ahsoka and Sabine for sure (they officially revealed her actress at the Celebration panel), we know Chopper's in it, and the very very brief teaser that people saw also confirmed Hera (no word on her actress yet).

That is basically all we know at this point, they're keeping things very hush hush about the show so far.

Sooooooo yeah, basically our new Rebels content seems to coming by way of the live-action Ahsoka show. Disappointing for people who wanted more animated content (or who wanted Rebels characters to be the headliners rather than play second string to a character who was tertiary support in Rebels *COUGH*) but it be what it be. I'm still looking cautiously forward to it.

#ahsoka show #star wars #star wars rebels #spoilers

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cohborikardok · 3 years

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a scene i NEED in the ahsoka series or something (i won’t get it bc they’re cowards but it exists in my head and that’s almost good enough):

- ahsoka, sabine, and eli vanto wind up working together to find thrawn and ezra

- they finally locate where thrawn and ezra have been. they land, sabine and eli hop out of the ship quickly and ahsoka hangs back for a second to give them a moment.

- once she steps off the ship, ahsoka smiles warmly at sabine and ezra. they’re wrapped in a tight hug. ezra is crying, sabine is tearing up, but admonishing him over and over “stupid, you’re so stupid. space whales? really?”

- while she focuses on sabine/ezra she suddenly hears the sound of a hit landing. she looks over and eli has punched thrawn right in the face.

- thrawn looks at eli shocked for a beat and then seconds later they’re passionately making out

- ezra and sabine each turn to slowly look at the grand admiral and his former aide just going to town on each other

- ahsoka has to cough lightly to diffuse the tension and say “ezra! uhh it’s good to see you” while they all pointedly start to ignore thrawn and eli

#i cannot draw to save my life but if you can draw and would like to draw this i would be so grateful #star wars #star wars rebels #ahsoka series #thranto #eli vanto #thrawn #sabine #ezra bridger #i just am obsessed with the idea of eli punching thrawn and then they make out #also this is not me shipping ezra and sabine i see them as siblings and this is how i would act with my siblings

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kalevalakryze · 8 months

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Mynock Fever

Pairings: Shin Hati/Sabine Wren, Shin Hati & Baylan Skoll, Shin Hati & Baylan Skoll & Sabine Wren & Ahsoka Tano Characters: Sabine Wren, Shin Hati, Baylan Skoll, Ahsoka Tano Warnings/Notes: Sickness, Fever, Canon Divergence, Sleepover!!!!, Truce, Fellas Is It Gay To Hunt Down The Woman You Want To Rail (You)?, Goth Dad Baylan Skoll, Good Dad Baylan Skoll, She/They Shin Hati, Wolfwren Summary: “It appears my Padawan has come down with Mynock Fever and cannot be convinced to rest.” Baylan’s hands were clasped in front of him, his face remained impassive, though Ahsoka could feel his worry in the force. “What do you want me to do about it?” He cleared his throat. “Your apprentice, Sabine Wren, seems to have a rather positive influence on her, it is my hope perhaps that if she accompanied Shin here, they would be able to get the rest they needed,” “I’m not letting Sabine go anywhere near Morgan and Marrok. You two can come here,” He seemed like he was going to decline, until a loud, chest rattling cough filtered through the speaker off the projection. “We will be there,” Word Count: 4,463 AO3 Link: Here! Notes: Big thanks to Steelgrace for this rec, and for helping me figure out all of the intricacies! Here is the link I used for the lullaby (edited for Mando'a), And another thanks to Steel for helping me with translations. Also, I cannot believe I didn't post anything yesterday. I have failed you... I have failed you.

Ahsoka went to the meetup point alone, she had not told Sabine about their soon-to-be guests, or the circumstances of her departure. The Imperial shuttle set down in the clearing, when she reached out, the Togruta sensed only two being inside the ship. The ramp lowered to reveal Baylan Skoll, his arm wrapped around his apprentice, who’d shrunk into her cloak with the hood tugged over her head. The skin she could see was paler than normal, their shoulders shaking as if they were cold, tucked closer to her Master’s side than Ahsoka would have thought possible.

Shin looked smaller without all of her armor, her robes wrinkled and messy, hanging off of their shrunken frame. A mask looped around their ears, covering their nose and mouth, though Ahsoka’s montrals picked up on each wheezing breath.

Baylan’s eyes scanned their surroundings as he led Shin off of the ship, a bag slung over his shoulders, the armor Shin normally wore tied to the outside of the bag, clinking softly with each step. “Thank you for taking us,” He greeted with a dip of his head. Both of their sabers hung from each belt, and he must have sensed Ahsoka’s distrustful gaze. “Shin, give me your saber,”

“Master..?” Their voice was hoarse, thick and stuffy as they leaned further into him for support, hand unwinding from the fabric of their cloak to retrieve the saber tucked against her hip. Trembling hands passed the weapon over, though it was not taken far, clipped to Baylan’s belt beside his own. “Trust goes both ways, Lady Tano..” He reminded at the scrunching of Ahsoka’s facial markings. “We are putting ours in you,”

Relenting, Ahsoka nodded her head, arm sweeping towards her speeder parked in the brush. “Your ship will be safe here, though I suggest making sure it’s locked. The wolves can open unlocked doors,” Ahsoka warned, listening as their ramp raised and ship sealed itself.

Baylan helped Shin into the speeder, allowing the young woman to tuck into his side once more as Ahsoka shot the speeder across the thirty minute trip back to the two small buildings that made up their home. A pre-fab building had been erected near Sabine and Ezra’s tower. A mop of orange and red hair was leaning over the railing, though Ahsoka could feel the Apprentice’s eyes on her as she pulled up.

By the time the speeder pulled to a stop, Sabine was leaning against stacked crates nearby, arms crossed over her chest with confusion pulling at her face. “I’ve picked up some guests for a few days,” Ahsoka greeted as she slid out of the speeder, head turning back to Shin and Baylan as he helped Shin out of the back of the speeder.

“Woah, what happened to her?” Sabine pushed off her spot, closing the distance between herself and Ahsoka as Baylan approached.

“Mynock fever, it seems they’ve picked it up on our travels,” Baylan informed the jedi as Shin finally raised her eyes from the dirt.

“Jeez, Shin,” Sabine offered a crooked smile in greeting. “Never got vaccinated for Mynock fever?”

Shin blinked slowly. “Vaccinated?” Their brows furrowed in confusion, and they glanced towards Baylan, who seemed as equally confused by the other Jedi at their response.

Realization crossed Baylan’s face, his hand raising to press his fingers into the bridge of his nose. “Of course they never had you vaccinated on Balosar,”

“Bal-“ She hadn’t known Shin had come from Balosar, Shin had never told, and Sabine had never asked, all she really knew of the planet was how few humans could survive long periods without a large sum of creds to keep supplying oxygen.

Ahsoka’s hand on her own stopped her from questioning further, it wasn’t their place to question yet. “It would be wise to get it handled in the city once they are well again,”

“I’m right here,” Shin rasped over the conversations around her, arms hanging to the side before falling with a smack to her sides. The blonde’s weight shifted unsteadily, though before Baylan could reach to steady her, Sabine was taking a large stride forward, allowing the blonde to grab onto her arm, sliding her other arm around them.

Offering a sheepish smile, Sabine let Shin lean into her. Truly, they didn’t care who was holding them up, or even if they fell… the Lothal dirt seemed pretty comfy, Sabine would know, they should ask…

“Hey, I’m gonna take her inside?” Sabine broke apart the quiet conversation between the Masters, nodding her head towards the tower. Baylan eyed her with something protective that both warmed her heart and put her on edge. She was no fool, she’d seen the holo of him killing the rebellion leaders to free Morgan, getting on his bad side (outside of his… bad side; the side that made them enemies) was not something she wanted to test out.

Shin didn’t seem to care about who was leading her away from the group, and Sabine was grateful to not have the usual homicidal comments sent her way in front of Baylan and Ahsoka. In fact, the Gray Jedi didn’t even seem to realize or care that she was moving, feet dragging through the dirt as Sabine led the way.

“Jeesh, Kurs’kaded, you’re in rough shape,” Sabine commented as she guided the woman into the tower, brushing their hood off their head as the door slid shut so she could press the back of her hand to their burning forehead. Their roots were a startling mess of brown, that she absolutely was not expecting to see from the blonde.

“How long have you been laid on your ass like this?” Sabine questioned as she settled them into her bed, pulling their cloak away only to replace it around her shoulders with the softest blanket she had.

“Weeks,” They sunk into the mattress and the familiar warmth and smells as Sabine fretted about to cover them up in blankets.

Sabine paused, brows furrowing as she turned to stare at the blonde. “We fought last week-“ She settled herself on the edge of the bed and a look of mock hurt crossed her face. “Wait, is that why I beat you?” A smile flickered across their lips from under the mask as Shin nodded.

“I mean, as much as I liked handing you your own ass, it’s less fun knowing it took you being sick for it to happen,”

“I could have beaten you, if I wanted,” Shin leaned back into the headboard, eyes fluttering shut as she burrowed into the blankets.

“Mhmm, get some rest, copikla,”

Defaulting to what she knew best, Shin obeyed the gentle command, drifting off into a feverish sleep.

Two sets of footsteps ascended the steps until the door was sliding open again. Ahsoka and Baylan both stepped into the tower to see Sabine working over a portable hot plate on the table, the beginnings of a pot of pog soup brought to a boil inside. “Shh,” The Mandalorian warned, gesturing to the sleeping ball of murder curled up in the corner of the room.

“Wait, is her hair brown?” Ahsoka’s eyes narrowed at the tops of Shin’s head, glancing towards the hair care and weapons expert.

“Yeah, she does the same thing I do,” Sabine pointed out quietly as she added spices to the pot. “Actually,” Her attention turned to Baylan. “They said you help her take care of it,” The civility was weird, for Sabine, though this was not her first experience being friendly with an enemy (considering the woman that had tried to murder her was snoring quietly in her bed), and she could at least play nice so long as it was returned.

“Yes, every few weeks,” He and Ahsoka lowered themselves into the open chairs in sync, the Togruta focused more on the conversation of human hair than anything else. “Although I hadn’t wanted to do the latest treatment until she was feeling better,”

Sabine nodded along, pleased with his answer as she settled into the open chair between the two older force-sensitives. “So, what’s all this about Balosar? That’s the core world they turned into a trash heap, right?”

Baylan scratched a hand through his beard in thought, debating on what he should provide about his Apprentice’s upcoming. “I can only offer some of the details, the rest you will need to ask her yourself.”

Sabine planted her elbows on the table and leaned in. “Spill,” A smile twitched at her lips, and she could see Ahsoka’s shoulders moving in silent laughter in her peripherals.

The older man only looked confused for a moment, though he did not bother to question their amusement. “As you know, a force sensitive child in the galaxy after the Jedi Purge was a danger, they would reach into their abilities and cause havoc, which oftentimes would lead to Imperial… intervention,” The Mercenary stroked his beard, lips pressing into a line as he pondered the piece they would have played in Shin’s life if he hadn’t shown up, how different she would be from the woman he raised and how similar she would instead have been with Marrok.

“I picked up on her fledgling presence and requested that Imperial presence in the area to clear until I could investigate. She’d been using the force to help her survive, which had only gone so far on a toxic planet unfit for humans, and an overpopulation rate that made the most basic of tasks nearly impossible. The healthcare on Balosar only extends to their corporate elite, the most she received was a used oxygen tank every handful of cycles.” His hands folded onto the table as he looked to his sleeping Padawan fondly.

“When I retrieved her, no one had inquired on my intentions, though I was stopped and… forced to buy out her employment with one of the Line Supervisors for the company that had hired her. Of course, when we were back on my ship, we had been more focused on the pressing ailments than that of routine vaccinations,”

“Wait, doesn’t Balosar export Death Sticks?” Sabine’s nose crinkled. “They hired a kid for their shit?” Anger rose in her blood, boiling like the soup in the center of the table.

“Sabine, mind your feelings,” Ahsoka called, her hand resting on Sabine’s arm, gesturing with her eyes to the shifting body in the nest of blankets, the spark of her anger causing unrest in their state.

“Right, yeah, calm,” Sabine huffed as she dropped back into her seat. “She didn’t deserve that,”

“She didn’t- doesn’t” Baylan corrected with a nod of his head, eyes warm as he glanced between the apprentices, through his shared bond with Shin, he’d been able to feel the spark of another bond that they had cherished just as dearly. Shin’s reaction to Sabine’s feelings even in her state of feverish sleep directed him to the other that his Padawan had felt dearly about (though he never would have guessed anyone else, it was nice to have the force confirm it).

“Shin has come a long way from Balosar, though many of her habits have stuck onto her, I am afraid that my own teachings in survival may have even reinforced some of their more unhealthy mechanisms, which is why I had sought you out, Lady Wren.”

“You have sparked something in my Apprentice that I had not known was possible for her to safely experience, it has been fortuitist in her training and connection with the force.”

Sabine relaxed at the words, a fond smile flickering at her lips as she fought off the feeling of smugness that settled into her chest.

“Shin has been helping Sabine as well,” Ahsoka pointed out, waving her hand towards the portable hotplate to turn down the heat with the force. “Both with her connection to the force, and her saber training,”

“Shin has been looking for a fight with a lightsaber user for some time, it’s a wonder they haven’t killed each other, but she spoke highly about Sabine’s aptitude, she believes you would be more comfortable in form three, or perhaps, adapting your culture into how you learn.”

“Wait, Shin talks to you about me?”

“All the time,” His chest rumbled with a soft chuckle as the Mandalorian’s cheeks turned red and she looked down, a smile tugging at her lips fondly.

Ahsoka’s facial marking raised, shooting a knowing smirk towards Baylan to convey that likewise, Sabine talked about Shin more often than she even realized.

“Okay, before I get embarrassed any more-“ Sabine started, rising to her feet to shuffle through the cabinets along the wall. Mentally, she patted herself on the back for cleaning up the clutter before their surprise guests had arrived.

Four bowls were set out, the serving spoon passed to Ahsoka to fill each bowl while she rummaged through the cabinets for the caf pods. “ ‘soka, the pods okay for tea?”

“Yes, thank you,” The Togruta answered as she poured each serving, moving to the counters to grab silverware for each bowl.

“Baylan? Tea, caf, water? Might have some flavor pods too,” Sabine called over her shoulder, just loud enough to not disturb Shin’s sleep yet.

“Water is alright, thank you,” The man’s head dipped in thanks, taking the bowl Ahsoka slid over to him in much of the same manner.

Drinks were passed around as the three settled in, Shin’s bowl set aside and covered to keep warm, giving her a few more moments of restful sleep as the three ate in peace and general quiet.

Sabine was the first to finish, offering a lopsided smile at the fond shake of Ahsoka’s head. “I’m gonna go wake her up,” She declared, uncovering the bowl and grabbing another glass to fill with water before making her way to the small bed in the corner.

Sabine settled the bowl and cup on the nightstand, laying her hand out on Shin’s leg to offer a small shake. “Kurs’kaded,” Her voice was quiet, the running water from the sink across the home as Baylan and Ahsoka did dishes, keeping her soft words between them.

Shin groaned in discontent, though her body leaned closer to the warmth offered by Sabine’s hand. “Come on, I made pog soup,” She bartered, lips pulling into a smile when the woman’s eyelids began to flutter open.

“What the krif is a pog?” Shin rasped as she freed her face from the blanket nest. The mask she’d been wearing had been pulled off from her shifting around in their sleep, allowing Sabine to study chapped lips and each labored breath they managed through their mouth.

“It’s a kind of soup, Mandalorian thing, but it’s good, and you need as much liquid as possible, or you’re gonna dry up. And then you’ll die,” She exaggerated with a smile that widened with her victory in the form of Shin’s eyes rolling.

Helping Shin sit up better and piling pillows at their back, the Mandalorian grabbed the bowl from the table. When Shin started trying to free their arms from her burrito, the other woman shook her head and raised a spoonful of soup to their lips. “It’s not the first time, you know,”

Shin looked like they were going to argue that point, but with both of their masters less than twenty feet away, commenting on their prior experiences having followed being fucked ‘stupid’, didn’t necessarily seem like the wisest option. Instead, they parted their lips and allowed Sabine to feed her.

It was slow work, making sure that she could handle the broth, and then the various vegetables and chunks of meat she’d added for Ahsoka’s sake.

Once the bowl was mostly empty, Shin adjusted herself to lean forward, forehead pressing against Sabine’s bicep as the woman wrapped an arm around her. “This happen a lot of the time?” She whispered gently, her head turning to press her lips to a burning forehead.

Shin nodded her head slowly, a quiet grumble meeting her question as she shifted enough to get one arm free of the blankets, reaching to fist into the fabric of Sabine’s shirt.

“Your Master’s acting like this is the first time he’s noticed,” Her voice dropped lower, barely even a whisper in Shin’s ear as she glanced at the man who was sitting and engaged in quiet conversation with Ahsoka once more.

“ ‘hid it,” They managed, voice muffled by Sabine’s arm. “took other jobs, away,” there was something in her voice that was thick with dissatisfaction and self-loathing, something Sabine was intimately familiar with.

“This is the first time you haven’t been able to go somewhere else,” Sabine realized out loud, though the blonde nodded her head as if asked a question. “We’ll get you what you need before you go, should look into everything else you missed out on too, you know?”

Shin didn’t answer, hand twisting further in Sabine’s shirt as her weight shifted to try and find comfort while still touching her moon.

“Alright, scooch over,” The woman kicked off her boots before sliding into the rest of the small space, though it was quickly cleared by Shin practically laying themselves on top of her the moment Sabine had settled.

By the time Sabine was comfortable, Shin’s breaths had already slowed to an easy slumber, her face relaxed enough that the hard lines around their eyes could soften. Encircling her arms around their waist, Sabine settled in, she mouthed her goodbyes to the two Masters as Ahsoka guided an only mildly hesitant Baylan out of the tower. Nix was let back into the room, finding himself a spot on Shin’s back where he curled up and purred loudly against her.

There was an overwhelming loneliness, choking like a vice grip around her throat, a heavy fog that sat heavy in her lungs, and the strike of fear that ignited the blood in her veins.

Baylan, where’s Baylan? Where am I? Where do I go from here? What should I do?

Sabine’s nose twitched in her sleep as her nightmares shifted with an overpowering sense. Ezra, Kanan, Ketsu, and Mandalore were replaced by faces she could not see, crowded city streets and the sour tang of acidic air and ash. Cartons of death sticks and spice were passed between hands, death hung around each street corner; Sabine became aware of the feeling of bodies at her feet, all faceless, but being trampled by the moving streets. Her legs looked small, and certainly not her own, or any that could belong to a human woman in her late twenties, they looked like those of a small child.

She could see the back of Baylan Skoll’s head, though, and she knew she needed to get to him as each breath grew harder to take in but he wouldn’t stop! “Master!” She was calling above the roar of the street, though her voice came out weak and broken, the poisonous atmosphere was taking its toll-

Sabine startled awake as the body pressed into her delved into a fit of gasping coughs, each breath a struggle as her lungs wheezed. “Shin,” Sabine called, consciousness finding her quickly as her adrenaline started pumping.

“Kurs’kaded,” She called again, reaching to press guide their hands up and uncurl them from her side, rolling the blonde onto her back so her lungs could properly expand as she sucked in each breath. When her eyes snapped open, they were full of tears that fell hot down her face, like a river of lava on Sullust.

There was a brief moment of hesitance in the gray apprentice, the force thrumming between them before they were pressing their face harder into Sabine’s shoulder, nails pressing past the material of her shirt and into the soft flesh underneath, grounding themself to the living, breathing person in her grasp.

Somehow, the grip Shin had on Sabine was strong enough to rival the fear in her veins when she’d woken up, though she didn’t dare offer any less pressure returned as she hugged the blonde closer. “I’m right here, ner Kurs’kaded,”

Sabine knew enough now about their connection that the emotions that were pressing in on her own heart were not her own. She also knew that she was entirely inexperienced in sending feelings not influenced by the ones being pushed on her, echoing back the panic and pain that was expelled out to her as all she could do was press Shin’s head close and hope that the heavy thumping of her heart would be enough to help.

The overwhelming fear starting to fade, Sabine finally no longer had an irrational fear of Baylan leaving her (despite her own issues regarding the prior abandonment of her own Master), and she could breathe again.

“Tuu Tattuine t’ad vod tranir drala or tra. Bal hokaad’la’vhekad buurenaar iviinir dos ori’suumpir, nyac tusken, demagolka, ra’beroya runar vurel alaror gebbar. Sa’munit sa ni olar taylor gar morut’yc bal novor ni.”

Sabine’s voice was soft, throat still thick with the force of the emotions projected onto her from the blonde that was using her as a lifeline. The lullaby was one Hera had sung to her once, when she’d been in a position much like Shin’s; feverish and scared. She only learned it after Jacen’s birth, and had recited it to the screaming infant only a handful of times, but the promises were etched into her heart either way.

“Let Naboo’s cerulean ceiling form a canopy o’er your head, as her bright, sparkling waters flow through lovely landscapes green, while sweet shaaks frolic ‘cross the plains. They won’t disturb your beds, so you may sleep peacefully in pleasant pastoral scenes.”

Nix, who had been brushed aside some time during the night, was rubbing his face into Shin’s arm, his weight settled half on the small mattress and half on Sabine’s hip. Hir purring broke the space between each breath, and eased some of the tension in the gray apprentice

Shin’s shoulders started to ease, her breathing quieting, and her fingers loosening from their crescent shaped indents placed deep in Sabine’s abdomen. When Shin’s fingers released from her stomach and started to brush through the soft fur along Nix’s spine, calm finally settled over both women. “Hey,” Sabine started, offering a lopsided when half-lidded, silvery blue pools met her own again.

“Hi,” They rasped, shifting under the blankets to lay more on the mattress than to weigh down the Mandalorian below her. “Are you okay?”

“Me? Di’kutt,” The woman smiled warmly as she shook her head. “Those were some feelings,” She decided, sure that telling Shin that being suffocated emotionally and in her sleep like that wasn’t pleasant, wouldn’t bring a smile to her kurs’kaded’be face like the thought on injuring her in a fight would.

Shifting to sit up and hissing at the dig of claws into her hip at her movement, Sabine sat up, leaning back against the small headboard and allowing Shin to wordlessly obey the silently invitation into her lap. Their head tucked into her shoulder once more as they settled to straddle her lap, legs sliding to hook under Sabine’s own as they relaxed into the woman again.

“Like you, I have to work on my shielding,” Shin grumbled into Sabine’s shoulder as the Mandalorian’s hand started to brush out her hair, running brown and blonde locks across her fingers with a soft hum.

“Not with me,” The flash of their eyes on her had Sabine rushing to continue. “You don’t have to shield yourself from me, what you’re feeling, I want to feel it,” A sleepy kiss was pressed into their cheek. “I want to feel you, all of you; whether it’s through your lightsaber in my stomach, or when you kick my ass sparring, when you come and I get to experience it through your side- absolutely divine experience, by the way,- and when your feelings get too much, I want to share that with you, I just… want you, in sickness and in health,”

Shin’s mouth gaped, opening and closing for a moment before she pitched forward, arms wrapping around her moon’s neck. They weren’t sure how to respond, not verbally at least. It seemed Sabine got what she wanted, however, because she pulled back enough to catch Shin’s gaze. “I’m not fucking you while you’re sick, cyar’ika.”

They grumbled in mild disappointment, though a smile twitched at her lips. Their head ducked back against her shoulder and Sabine settled them back down. When teeth dug into her shoulder, the Mandalorian only exaggerated a sigh and brought her hand back to Shin’s hair to card back through the messy strands.

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When morning came, Shin’s fever had broken, and she’d even had enough energy to help Sabine cook breakfast. Which ended with a counter on fire, an angry Nix, and Baylan taking over for his disaster of a daughter.

It took Shin another three days to get into Capital City and receive the vaccinations she’d missed. During that time, Shin worked on getting back into fighting shape and getting her hair fixed, Sabine was only pretending to be hurt when the Wolf wouldn’t let her bleach it, though, Baylan did a good job for a man who’d never dyed his own hair.

Sabine’s fingers were intwined with Shin’s as they made their way downstairs. Shin and Baylan’s gear was already packed back into the speeder, Ahsoka leaned against the side of the vehicle, laughing with Baylan about an old memory they shared. Sabine could hear the name ‘Anakin’ on her lips, and while her curiosity piked, she kept quiet as they approached.

“Hey, Geezers, get a move on,” She called, making a show out of rolling her eyes as Ahsoka stood.

“Geezers, can you believe that?” Ahsoka remarked, a smile on her lips as she pushed off the side of the speeder. “Padawans these days,”

“Alright, Snips,” Baylan remarked with a hearty laugh, earning a look of mock anger from the relaxed Togruta.

“Hey, don’t forget, I will gut you,”

“Ah, don’t worry about it,” Sabine stepped back in when Shin’s energy pulsed with a wave of protectiveness. “ ‘soka’s all bark, no bite,”

“Well,” The woman’s hand reached for the thin strap of fabric of Sabine’s muscle shirt to reveal the bruised and bitten skin along her collarbone and throat. “My padawan seems to be taking all the bite with her, these days,”

“It’s like poetry, then,” Baylan joked, hands clasping together at his waist as Shin slipped away from Sabine to join at his side.

“Hey, poetry is good,” Sabine shrugged her shoulders. “It’s an art,”

Mand’alor the Ultimate was a poet, after all and Sabine was proficient at walking the way of the Mand’alor, ever since she took her creed.

Translations: Kurs’kaded - Wolf Copikla - Charming, cute – never use on women unless you want your head ripped off Ner kurs'kaded - My wolf “Tuu Tattuine t’ad vod tranir drala or tra. Bal hokaad’la’vhekad buurenaar iviinir dos ori’suumpir, nyac tusken, demagolka, ra’beroya runar vurel alaror gebbar. Sa’munit sa ni olar taylor gar morut’yc bal novor ni.” - When Tattoine’s two sister suns shine brightly in the sky, and violent sandstorms rush across the sea. No Tusken, Monster, or Bounty Hunter will ever come close. As long as I am here to keep you safe and close to me. Di’kutt, - Idiot: with affection Kurs’kaded’be - Wolf's Cyar’ika. - Darling

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