Star Wars: Rebels - Pains of Rebellion
"Pilot" or "Sabine's Last Straw"
Author's Note: This fic takes place within and alongside the events of the show's pilot movie 'Spark of Rebellion'. My hope is that you can watch the show and read along to get a good feel for characters, locations, and smaller details that I might reference. I hope you enjoy!
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!WARNING! - This Fanfic contains the disciplinary spanking of a fictional minor. If such material offends you, do not read any further. You have been warned! Also, spoiler alert if you haven't seen the show, which you should.
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Captain Hera Syndulla's frustrated voice rang over the ship-wide comm system of the Ghost, a modified Corellian freighter that housed a group of freedom fighters against the evil Imperial Empire.
"Sabine! Sabine Wren!"
Everyone took notice, when Hera started throwing around crew members' last names, it was rarely a happy sign for that individual. In the cargo hold, smuggler and co-leader of the intrepid rebels who crewed the Ghost (also A Jedi in hiding), Kanan Jarrus, looked at the young female Mandalorian across the bay from him in her decorated Mandalorian armor, her helmet on the ground near her. She smiled weakly and tried to wave him off, knowing what he was thinking from the exasperated smirk on his face.
"You should probably answer her..." Kanan said with a sigh, continuing his work of clearing space in the cargo bay.
"Yeah..." Sabine said with a shrug, "I kinda skipped out on my duties this morning to get a little extra sleep. She's gonna wanna 'talk' about it."
"Sabine!" came Hera's voice again, sounding more angry than annoyed now.
Kanan scoffed and reminded the young girl, "If you don't answer her, it'll only make your 'talk' worse."
Sabine sighed, knowing the older man was right. She reached out and activated the comm panel on the wall next to her, "Uhh... Yes, Hera?" the teen said in her most contrite-sounding voice.
"Who was supposed to degauss the primary hyperdrive relay last night?" Hera asked over the comm.
Sabine swallowed hard, "Me..." she replied sheepishly.
"Right, well..." Hera continued, her voice dripping with sarcastic frustration, "...Imagine my surprise during the pre-mission systems check in discovering that the hyperdrive is showing the exact same level of free ions as it did during yesterday's systems check."
Sabine's heart was pounding in her chest, she was all but certain of her fate, but like always, she was going to at least try to mitigate it, "Sorry, about that Hera. I kinda forgot."
"No," Hera replied angrily, "You were lazy. I know you went to bed early and I know you slept in this morning. We have a small window for this raid today, and that means that Chopper or I are going to have to do it for you so that we don't end up in the belly of an Imperial cruiser or in pieces floating off into space! We both have other things to do to be ready, young lady."
Sabine closed her eyes. Young lady was a term that Hera used only when she was resigned to whoop some tail, "I'm sorry, Hera. I can..."
Hera cut her off, "Don't even start, we need to have a talk about this, where are you?"
Before the young girl could respond, Kanan jumped into the conversation, "Hera, we really are on a time crunch here, can this wait until we get back?"
In the cockpit, Hera grabbed the control sticks firmly and growled frustratedly, then activating the comm, she replied, "I suppose it'll have to. But we're going to have a very long talk about this once we're done, young lady. Finish prepping and I'll drop you all off outside of Capitol City."
"Thanks, Kanan" Sabine said meekly with a weak smile.
"Don't thank me yet, I didn't get you out of anything, we just have a schedule to keep." Kanan said with a fatherly smile, "But you're welcome. Try to do better, huh?" Sabine nodded and then went back to prepping for their mission.
What should have been a routine mission turned out to be a far more complicated and convoluted affair, much more so than anyone could have planned, for certain, thanks to an interestingly adept Capitol City street urchin named Ezra. Sabine managed to get one of the supply crates from him in transit, and the team got the other when they rescued him from annihilation at the hands of a TIE fighter. Once he was on board and the team had made their escape, Sabine and Kanan met Ezra, Zeb and Hera in the cockpit. Ezra tried to get the Ghost crew to simply drop him off with his prize, though it became readily apparent that that wasn't going to happen. Hera allowed the Ghost to get a good distance from Lothal before dropping out of hyperspace, and as soon as she did, she turned around to the group arguing behind her seat.
Looking at Kanan, she told him and Chopper, who had come back to the cockpit behind Sabine and Kanan, to calculate the jump back to Lothal while she and Sabine had their talk. Suddenly, Sabine became very self conscious, especially with Ezra there. Everyone in Phoenix Squad knew about Hera and Sabine's 'talks', which were actually long, hard, and generally bare-bottomed spankings over Hera's knees. And while Hera almost always disciplined the teenaged Mandalorian in private, the walls of the Ghost didn't suppress sound terribly well, and Sabine's wailing and pleading might often as well have been broadcast over the ship's comms. Ezra was a new variable, and a pretty cute younger boy to boot, and the thought of him knowing about her spankings, besides the group of adults she travelled with, mortified the sixteen-year-old.
"Wait! Hera please!" Sabine pleaded, "Can't we wait until the kid is gone?"
"Nope!" Hera responded, standing.
Making a chuckling noise, Chopper pinched Sabine's butt through her tan pants, earning a sharp yelp from the teen, but before Sabine could do anything about it, Hera had crossed the cockpit and taken the girl by the arm.
"I agreed to wait until you got back. You're back, and now your backside is going to get what it earned this morning, and honestly the last two weeks, young lady. Zeb, can you go grab me a hyperfoil scraper from the engine room and bring it to Sabine's room." Hera said, sternly guiding Sabine in front of her towards the living quarters.
Sabine's panic began to set in - a hyperfoil scraper was hyperdrive maintenance tool that had a handle, a flat metal spade about the size of person's forearm, and using an electrical current was properly used to scrape ion-buildup out of a hyperdrive's core or primary relay. However, when applied with vigor to the bare seat of an errant teenager, it was an implement that was capable of producing rapid redness and many bitter tears in short order. Add to that the low setting on the electrical current, and it created a horrible, lasting stinging sensation that with rapid, repeated application, would overload the nerves in said bare bottom and leave an incessant, fiery sting for hours and then the redness and overall natural soreness lasted much longer than that. The few times that Hera had used it on the teen Mandalorian in their time together, the girl had found her self standing during the day and sleeping on her belly at bedtime for at least a rotation or two.
Sabine desperately begged Hera to show mercy, and repeated again and again how sorry she was for skipping out on her duties, but Hera gave the girl no quarter, leading Sabine to the teen's overtly-spray-painted room, and telling her that she was lucky they weren't going to have this conversation in the cockpit in front of everyone. As the door to Sabine's room closed, Ezra stood in the open doorway of the cockpit, and he was pretty sure he heard Hera tell Sabine to remove her utility belt.
Inside the room, as the door closed, Hera had indeed told the teen to 'take of that utility belt'. Slowly, Sabine complied, unbuckling her belt and throwing it up onto her bed. Hera walked over as the teen did this and sat on the edge of the bottom bunk and waited for the girl to turn and face her. As soon as Sabine turned around, Hera reached out and slipped her fingers into the waist of the teen's tan pants and promptly pulled then down, revealing her golden tan thighs and privates - one of Sabine's many free-spirited quirks was that she was not a fan of underwear, mostly because the panties and bras that one could acquire on most heavily-oppressed Imperial planets were plain and therefore dull. She had a few pairs that she had decorated herself, but it was easier to just do without in most instances, at least by her account. Once the young Mandalorian was bared from her waist to her knees, Hera had Sabine bend and lay over her knee onto the bed, using her free leg to pin the teen's still boot and pants covered lower legs. Then, after she had shifted Sabine into a favorable position, Hera removed her heavy leather glove to reveal her own soft and sturdy green hand. She rubbed Sabine's tense, clenching cheeks for a few moments while she scolded, accenting her words with short but firm-handed pops. Already, Sabine's tan bottom was showing faint pink handprints from Hera's scolding, but then the stern pilot raised her hand high.
Back in the cockpit, Ezra asked Kanan what was going to happen to the girl.
"Well, kid, " Kanan said with a knowingly clever grin, "When you're part of a crew, you have a responsibility to that crew, and... when you don't follow through..." and as he paused, the hall behind Ezra was suddenly filled with the sound of rhythmic slapping of flesh on flesh and was soon followed by Sabine's growing whines and squeaks. Kanan continued, "...then... there are sometimes unpleasant consequences."
Ezra was mesmerized by the sounds coming from Sabine's room as Kanan and Chopper plotted a new approach vector and hyperspace jump back to Lothal. He had never been spanked in his life, though he had certainly overheard his share growing up on the streets. He grasped the overall gist of such a thing, but never had such an enchantingly beautiful girl been subject to one during his proverbial watch. From the growing noise, it was clear that Hera was no slouch - she was spanking Sabine fast and hard with her hand and the bared teen was letting anybody within earshot know just how much it hurt. Had Ezra been able to see into the room, he would've watched as the Mandalorian tried to shift her naked rear left and right and forward and back to try and get some relief, though this did nothing to slow or hinder Hera's hard spanks as she worked over the naughty teen's thighs, sit spots and bottom. Soon, as was commonplace, the Twi'lek pilot had to pin the punished teen's arm to her back as the girl tried to protect her bottom, and once Hera had done so and Sabine was then otherwise helpless, the woman really turned it up a notch - she was going to see to it that the lazy teen went a long, long time before she slacked off again. With even more strength and speed than before, Hera set out to turn the red, naughty, writhing bottom before her an even more powerfully-sore shade of crimson.
It took Zeb a couple minutes to retrieve the scraper Hera had requested, despite the fact the Ghost was relatively small. Once he had it, he climbed the ladder into the cockpit and pushed past Ezra, walking towards the teen's room. The purple-skinned Lasat opened the door, and when he did, the noise from the room became incredulously louder. Hera was very sternly scolding the partially-naked teen girl as she spanked her with fervency, and Sabine was woefully pleading and squealing and screeching. It was a good thirty seconds of spanking and crying before Hera finally took a break. Zeb was not interested in human females, and so standing there watching his crew-mate's naked backside thrash about as it was thrashed was of no consequence to him except that he had to admit Hera had not taken it easy at all if Sabine's bright red bottom was any indicator.
Hera thanked Zeb for his retrieval, and Sabine could be heard pleading with Hera that she was sorry and had learned her lesson, but Hera told the weeping teen that she would receive every last bit of what she had earned the last few weeks; that she had gotten away with far too much and it was time to bear the consequences. As Zeb exited the room and the door hissed closed, it sounded like Hera was tapping the scraper against the teen's bare bottom. Sabine's begging got more and more intense and then suddenly there was a loud THWAP followed by a piercing scream from Sabine.
The new rhythm was not nearly as vigorous as before, but poor Sabine seemed to be wailing her lungs out as the terrible implement punished her without refrain. Ezra asked Zeb and Kanan if Sabine would be ok, and they both laughed and explained that while Sabine was usually as tough as they come, something about being punished brought out the dramatic in her. They then assured the boy that she would be quite fine despite the echoing pained cries - Hera was firm and thorough, but fair and caring at the same time. Sabine's cries soon devolved into basically her desperately repeating the word 'please' over and over again through squeals and heavy sobs alongside the ever-marching THWAP of the thin but sturdy metal scraper on her bare and now thoroughly reddened cheeks and thighs. Hera believed in sound discipline in almost all walks of ones life, and she had taken on many motherly roles for Sabine when the girl had abandoned the Imperial academy, including that of disciplinarian. And while the squealing, bucking teen girl would likely not openly admit it, she did appreciate Hera genuinely caring albeit unpleasantly hands-on approach, though her now blistering bottom was most unappreciative.
Finally, the spanking ended, or so Ezra thought. There was a long period of mostly silence where Hera'a voice could be heard scolding and instructing, and then the smacking began again, and Sabine again wailed and screeched, however she was clearly responding to a question, promising to 'do better' and to 'do my duties like everyone else'. There was another long pause, longer than the last, but again the THWAP of the metal paddle regained its rhythm while Sabine screeched and apologized for another failing the week before. This happened a few more times concerning a few more infractions, Ezra figured, but after a total of about ten minutes, Sabine's discipline properly ended. In the room, Sabine lay over Hera's lap crying convulsively. The well-punished teen's bottom and thighs were red and raw, and there were whispy-white blisters formed on her sit spots where Hera had focused a considerable amount of time. And though the spanking was through, the residual effect of the scraper's electrical component meant that the pain did not subside but remained with almost the same intensity as when she had been being spanked.
Only muffled sobs came from Sabine's room for a good while and while Hera's voice was not understandable, Ezra clearly heard it shift to a reassuring tone. After a few more minutes, Sabine exited her room followed by Hera who was holding the hyperfoil scraper. The Mandalorian teen was dressed again, but her eyes were pink and puffy from clenching and crying, her cheeks glistened with residual tears and if one had looked closely, there was even a little snot left behind even after she had wiped her nose back in the room. The girl sniffled quite a bit as the two walked slowly to the cockpit, where Zeb and Kanan turned to face them, Ezra standing just inside the doorway.
Sabine swallowed hard and then spoke through staggered breaths, "Guys... I'm..." she paused to sniffle and swallow hard again before she continued, "I'm... really sorry I've been... shirking my responsibilities," the teen sniffled, almost breaking into tears again, "Th... Thank you for helping out with that stuff, I promise... I promise I'm gonna do better."
Kanan smiled softly and told the teen he was glad to hear it. Zeb put his hand on his head and told her not to worry about it. With that, Sabine turned and hugged Hera, who hugged her back tightly. Hera then told Sabine to prep the cargo bay for their return to Lothal and handed the teen the scraper, asking her to put it away before she did. Sabine, still moderately weepy, avoided eye contact with Ezra as she moved around him, which caused her butt to brush against the rear seatback and she yelped as the fire in her bottom flourished. She descended the cockpit ladder, wincing all the way but off to do exactly as she had been bid. Ezra noticed even in that small space that she was very clearly moving a good bit more gingerly, which to him meant she must really be sore. Hera apologized to Ezra that he had had to witness such a thing as she took control of the Ghost and Kanan moved to the co-pilot seat. Ezra told the Twi'lek it was no problem, he felt sorry for her, but he was concerned about them going back to Lothal with Imperials looking for them. As Hera brought the Ghost about and activated the hyperdrive, she explained how her ship had the ability to scramble its signature making it nearly impossible for the Empire or anyone else to recognize them when they returned, which Ezra noted was really cool.
The next few days were a blur for Sabine, though happily the sting in her bottom didn't last quite that long. She and the rest of the crew of the Ghost delivered supplies to a Tarkintown a good distance away from Capitol City, Hera and Kanan discovered the coordinates of a Wookie slave shipment they had been hoping to liberate... which turned out to be a trap. Ezra got captured saving the crew from said trap, but then impressively freed himself right before they came back to rescue him. Then they all made the ten rotation hyperspace journey to Kessel from Lothal to free the Wookiees, seeing as Ezra had, during his very brief captivity, discovered their actual location and itinerary.
The young Mandalorian had to admit, all in all, it turned out to be yet another 'classic' Spectre team success, and to top it all off, Ezra turned out to be a force user and joined the crew. And while he was kinda immature, Sabine had to admit it was nice having a boy her age on board. Except for the momentary pain and embarrassment, Sabine's discipline that day they met was forgotten as one of many times the teen had found herself across a knee, squawking like a stuck Puffer pig, and considering her own admission of struggling to follow orders, it wouldn't be her last. But she knew she was cared for by her Ghost crew-family, and for her that was enough... that and sticking it to the Empire, and she couldn't wait to see how they were going to do so next.
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NEXT TIME: The Spectre team takes on a gutsy mission for their seedy underground contact, Visago. The plan is simple enough - steal a few weapons creates. However, the strict code of the Empire and an oversight in cover execution will inadvertently cost Sabine her seat in order to preserve the team's success .