Chapter 1:
Sabine Makes A Friend
Wind and snow rushed past the lone Mandalorian. Standing on the cliff and staring down into the spaceport below the Mandalorian contemplated their next move.
Its been five long years since the 7th Fleet disappeared over Lothal taking Ezra Bridger, Thrawn and the Empire with them. Sabine Wren promised, mainly to herself, that she'd find Ezra and bring him home.
For the last three months Sabine and Ahsoka have tracekd every movement that the purrgil have made. Up until the destruction of the second Death Star they hadn't been heard of. So of course Sabine took this as a sign, track their movements and maybe it could lead them to Ezra. Ahsoka, of course, offered caution despite her also getting her hopes up in seeing her long lost friend again.
Sabine started making her way down to the spaceport. It looked vacated yet smoke and lights wer coming from a couple of buildings. Ilam was once a peaceful and beautiful planet. Also, according to Luke, once held a Jedi Temple.
Sabine walked up to the building with her blasters drawn and ready her cloak blowing in the wind. The last couple times she walked in unprepared she got into a fight that if it wasn't for Ahsoka bailing her out she probably would have been on the wrong side of the outcome, and that wouldn't have done their mission any good nor Ezra's hope of returning home.
As she walked in the warmth hit her like someone had dropped the Ghost on her. It was a welcome feeling compared to the subzero temperatures outside. All the laughing patrons seased when they saw the Mandalorian. Even here in the unknown regions the Mandalorian were people to be feared.
A protocal droid walked, or as icy as the floors are, slid, up to her with its hands held out. "I am R37. Welcome stranger, you won't need those here."
Sabine looked around. People looked terrifed of her. Or are they terrified because I'm Mandalorian? She thought. She reholstered her blasters and walked up to the bar. The keep looked at her then attempted to walk onto the next patron when Sabine dropped credits down onto the bar.
"Corellian whiskey. The good stuff!"
The keep quickly scooped up the credits and went to get the drink. When the keep returned with it Sabine quickly grabbed his hand and pulled out a holodisk she always carried with her. Activating it a holo of her and Ezra appeared.
"I need information!"
"Leave him be, Mandalorian!" someone barked behind her.
Turning her head slightly and grabbing one of her blasters Sabine made it clear that they weren't in charge here. Not right now their not. She was going to get her information no matter what she had to do. This was the closest she came to finding Ezra and she wasn't about to lose that lead.
"Wh—wh-what information?" stuttered the keep.
"The 7th Fleet was last reported in orbit of this icebox!" Sabine spoke. "Where'd they go?"
A drunken smuggler stumbled his way towards the bar. "Another Mandalorian was here a week ago asking that same question."
Another Mandalorian? Sabine looked at the smuggler. "Explain! Who was this Mandalorian you speak of?"
"He didn't say his name. All he said was he was looking for someone. Then he showed an image of a tall blue skinned man in what looked like Imperial uniform."
He was looking for Thrawn. Sabine thought. She was even closer. "Where'd he go?"
The smuggler point out the door. "He mentioned something about going to the Southern hemisphere."
"Is there a settlement there?"
"N—no." answered the keep.
Sabine pointed her blaster at the smuggler. "You don't want to lie to me!"
Suddenly her comlink chirped. "Sabine?"
Bad timing Ahsoka, thought Sabine as she withdrawled her comlink. "I'm kinda busy at the moment."
"I'm sure you are but scans are showing life in the Southern hemisphere."
Sabine looked at he smuggler who just shrugged and grinned back. "See"
"Is there an Imperial marker?" asked Sabine.
"Doubtful. Nothing is appearing on sensors but that don't mean anything." answerd Ahsoka.
"I'm bringing someone." Sabine answered.
"On my way to get you, Ahsoka out."
The smuggler looked back at Sabine and backed off. "I'm not going anywhere!"
Letting go of the keep Sabine quickly grabbed the smuggler. "Reach for the blaster and you'll lose that hand. Your coming with me. You know this icebox. I'll need a guide."
The smuggler kept sputtering something about not going, refusing to go, but Sabine ignored him and shoved him to the door and out to the wind and snow.