This is my first fanfic here! I'm not completely sure I'm formatting this correctly. Anyways, hope you like it.

"You've got to be kidding me! I was almost done!" I shout at the incoming troopers while scooping my painting supplies into my backpack. I glance back at my artwork on the beige wall; the pencil marks are still visible through the thin layer of paint that I had managed to put on before the patrol saw me. The painting is of a black and white war scene with the souls of the dead coming out of their bodies in color. I snapped a mental picture of it, knowing that the Empire would most likely repaint the building. I sigh and start to run in the opposite direction of the bucket heads.

"You there! Stop!" a trooper yells at my back. I hear some of them raising their guns. I turn around and run backwards. "Stop or we will shoot!" another one says aiming the gun at my chest, the weapon most likely set to stun. I snicker remembering how bad their aim was during their last encounter.

"Like you could hit me!" I yell back, laughing loudly. I suddenly run into someone and fall backwards, causing my supplies to spill onto the walkway. I hadn't realized that I had run into the plaza or that anyone was around me. I look up and see a girl wearing a colorful helmet and matching painted armor. "Sorry 'bout that. I-um-wasn't paying attention," I say quietly, picking up my brushes and paints.

"It's nothing, don't worry about it," she crouches down and helps me pick up my brushes, handing them to me after making sure the handles weren't broken.

"Thanks," I mumble, taking the brushes and putting them back into my backpack.

"You paint a lot?" the Mandalorian asks me, peeking into my pack.

I paused for a moment, surprised that someone would talk to me. Most people see me avoid me because of my paint stained clothes, making them believe that I vandalize things. "Yeah, you might see some of my works around the city," I admit nervously.

"That's pretty amazing," she says, "What colors do you have?" She pulls me out of the way of traffic and holds out her hand to look through my bag of art supplies.

"Too many to count, most of them are at my hideout," I say and hand her my pack. She opens it and rustles through it.

"You have spray paint?!" she says with a surprised tone. She takes out the cans from my backpack.

"I use it on rare occasions. I'm running out," I shrug, "You can try it out."

"Really! Let's go find a place to use it!" she grabs my wrist and has me follow her to an abandoned ally. "By the way, my name's Sabine Wren." She shakes the can, getting ready to create.

"Okay," I say hesitantly, "I'm Cleo."

"Awwh! This is an awesome color, Cleo!" Sabine says while admiring the purple streak. "Oh, earlier you said that I may have seen your art around town. Do you draw on the walls?" she asks me seriously.

"I won't get in trouble if I tell you, right?" I question her cautiously.

"I promise that I won't get you into any kind of trouble. I'm actually an artist, too!" Sabine smiles kindly, comforting me a bit.

"Yes, I've got no where else to put my artwork so it goes on the walls," I stare at the blank wall, imagining what could fill it, "But…"

"But everyone mistakes it as vandalism. Right?" Sabine completes my sentence.

"Yeah. That's always what happens," I admit sadly, unconsciously rubbing a scar that starts at the middle of my cheek and curves down to the back of my lower neck.

"How'd you get that?" she points at my scar.

"Oh this?" I laugh nervously, "Just an accident with some people." I try to force away the memory of the stinging whip. I wince as I fail to reject the memory.

"Sorry for bringing it up," Sabine apologizes.

"It's not a big deal," I say. I turn around and see a flash of white.

"We'd better go," Sabine says and puts the spray paint back into my bag. "Here," she hands me my pack. I take my bag back and nod in thanks. The bucket heads notice us in the ally and start to approach us.

"I'll see you later then," I start to walk away.

"Wait, maybe…you want to see some of my artworks?" Sabine asks.

"Sure," I say happily, "not like I got anywhere else to go." I add quietly to myself.

"What was that?" Sabine asks, pretending that she didn't hear me.

"Oh nothing. Let's hurry and go," I brush off my comment. She shrugs and signals me to follow her.

We end up walking out of the city and into a field. We walk up to a ship far from the city. Sabine uses her comlink to talk to someone inside, "Specter 2, open up the doors, I need to show something to a new friend."

After a few minutes there is a reply from another female, "Specter 5, I though you were on a supply run with Specter 1 and Specter 4? What are you doing here early?"

Sabine sighs, annoyed, "We split up, just let me in!" she hits the door.

"Alright, alright. Stand back and I'll open the ramp." The female voice says again.

The door that Sabine hits folds down and forms a ramp into the ship. I stare in wonder at the inside of the ship. "Come on, you can come inside. I'll show you my works," Sabine smiles and pushes me inside the ship.

"Who were you talking to?" I ask Sabine warily.

"Oh, just the pilot. My room's up here," Sabine climbs up a ladder and she steps inside her colorful room. "I mostly do graffiti so if you want you can borrow some of my supplies."

"Really?" I ask her, surprised.

"Sure! Though, you'll have to make a deal with me," she smirks mischievously.

"What deal?"

"You have to join our crew!" Sabine says, smiling.

"Sure!" I say without thinking, I pause for a minute, "Wait! WHAAAAT!?"

I hope you liked it. I might change POV in the next chapter. Or maybe not…

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Thanks!