So this is my first fanfiction.

So I was thinking about this, and I was like, what ever happened to Sabine? What's her backstory?

So, because she doesn't have one yet, I'm gonna make it up! That's what dis fanfiction is all about!

So, note, this story takes place a year from the Season 1 finale. That means Sabine is 17, and Ezra is 16.

(Okay, yes, she's older, but that doesn't matter!)

So, to fill you in, the crew has met up with the rest of the rebels, and discover they are part of a larger rebellion.

This does mean OCs, but logical ones. They will make sense.

Disclaimer: Dis amazing fanfiction belongs to me, but the main plot and characters belongs to Disney and Lucasfilms. If I owned dis, it would have a whole lot more shipping. My Sabezra crap would be a reality!

sooooo ya here it is

PROlOGUE:

POINT OF VIEW: UNKNOWN

I banged my fist furiously against the table, causing the objects atop it to shake. I snarled viciously.

"What do you mean trade's low?" I growled, while re-examining the list again and again. I looked down at the young Mandalorian boy in front of me, his scruffy black hair hanging in his gold eyes, which held a look of fear in them.

Karabast, the kid's such a wimp I'm surprised he's still alive.

"That's what Boldis told me! We have an increased demand!" the boy exclaimed. His voice was quite unbearable, early teenage development torturing him in earnest.

I looked down at the list again, and sighed in aggravation. He can't do a simple job without screwing something up.

"Our numbers will have to increase?" I asked, squinting at the pathetic boy in front of me. I had maintained the fury inside, but because this happened quite frequently, I knew it would only be so long before my patience ran out.

His face was livid with fear, and I knew why. It was because my relaxed expression was slowly hardening into a scowl.

By now I would've assumed he figured out the talking back and disobedience results in punishment. The white outlines of scars were clearly visible on his face, because of the kid's "trial and error".

I slowly strode over to the imbecile who stood before me, a hint of arrogance behind his fear. He would flinch slightly every time my boots would clunk against the floor. This amused me. The Mandalorian scum, fearing me.

"Bring in a new shipment by the end of the month. Understand boy?" I asked, shoving the list back in the boy's hands, making him stumble backwards, yet he remained on his feet. He was silent, his fumble still dazing him.

"Bale, do you understand?!" I snarled, causing the boy to tremble, before he nodded. I slapped him hard across the face, but it hardly moved him.

"You will answer me when I speak to you," I muttered through clenched teeth. I stepped back, overlooking the boy once more.

He stood up straighter, and spoke in a shaking voice, "Yes sir."

So that is the prologue, chapter 1 will be posted tomorrow! So R&R blah blah blah all that shiz, guys I am depending on your feedback.

I promise my chapters are not this short, this is the shortest it will ever be.

Bye guys!

make good choices!