Season 1, the day after Droid In Distress.


Ezra poured the box of flakes over his bowl in The Galley of the ship, then shaking it to get what little remained into his bowl. He then poured blue milk into it, and began eating. A fresh morning, the day of his Jedi training would begin. That's what Kanan promised him.

"It's gonna be so cool" He thought, enthusiastic.

After a little while, just the person he wanted to see walked in. Kanan. The man was fully dressed and ready for the day. He looked down at his new apprentice. And sighed. Ezra didn't like that, it made him think that Kanan wasn't happy.

"I hardly know where to begin" The Jedi thought. "Guess I should start with the talk"

Kanan walked over to the table, and then sat down opposite Ezra. He rested his elbows on the table and cupped his fist in his hand. His eyes trailed down, he was thinking. Ezra, out of respect, stopped eating his cereal.

"Okay...Jedi training..." Kanan said, as he nudged his forehead into his hands a couple times and muttering under his breath. "Ah, how did this work in the old days?"

Jedi were typically trained up from a very young age. Ezra was fourteen. So that was a difficulty right there. The only other case Kanan remembered of this was when Master Kenobi took up training Skywalker. But Kanan wasn't a Master, he wasn't even a Knight. Just a...aged up Padawan. In knowledge, and ability. He just tried to muster up as much as he could from his own Master: Depa Bilaba.

"Right...so for starters..." Kanan dragged the emphasis on the words to stall. "You uh...hm...um..."

He thought back to yesterday. He saw Ezra push that Imperial Agent away to save Zeb, and he opened his Jedi holocron. Clearly, Ezra was very sensitive to The Force if he could pull off such actions with no training. Just stress.

"C'mon Kanan, show me how to do all that levitation stuff" Ezra said eagerly. "Oh, and what about the laser sword? Do I get my own?"

Kanan stopped him right there. That wasn't...um, Jedi talk.

"Look Ezra, training to be a Jedi isn't about having fun" He lectured him. "It's a hard journey. First you have to start with the basics. You have to understand what The Force is before you can hope to reliably wield it"

Ezra nodded. He was listening carefully, but it was up to Kanan to be able to present the teachings correctly. He had to remember what his own Master told him.

"Okay...so The Force..." Kanan began, gesturing with a hand. "Is everything. It's what creates all life, it flows through everyone"

"Really?" Ezra questioned. "Anyone could become a Jedi? I thought it was a picky club kinda thing"

"What? No!" Kanan told him. "No, Ezra. The Force flows through everyone, but only a select few can actually utilise it as an ability. You see, in our blood there are these things called Midichlorians..."

Ezra paid close attention, watching Kanan's face as he went on about how Ezra was unique. But as he talked, Ezra could see another figure enter the room from behind him. Someone who he hasn't been able to get his eyes off of.

Sabine. She went into The Galley and started looking around for food. She had just gotten up, she was dressed in her pyjamas which consisted of a thin shirt and a pair of shorts. She was just stepping about delicately with her naked feet. Ezra hadn't seen her like that in the short while he's known her, but his hormones certainly loved it.

"...they are what connects us to The Force. The more you have in your blood..." Kanan went on, before noticing that Ezra was evidently distracted with his eyes staring off elsewhere and with a dumb smile on his face. "...the more sensitive...you are..."

Kanan turned around to see what Ezra was looking at, and he saw Sabine walking towards them at the table. Now it was clear. He sighed, he didn't need this right now.

"Sabine please stay out when Jedi training is in session" Kanan told her simply.

She gave him a ridiculing look and huffed.

"What? Is that a rule now?" She wondered. "I'm not allowed to get breakfast anymore? Huh. I'll just be a second"

She recognised the box of cereal and picked it up, but was displeased to feel the lack of content inside. She saw Ezra had poured the remaining flakes for himself.

"What? I was looking forward to having those!" She thought, annoyed.

"Ugh! Those flakes are supposed to be for me!" She complained, putting the box down and standing over him like a cross mom telling off her children. "Listen here, kid. The wheat-er-flakes are mine. You've only been here a couple days and you're already ransacking our galley!"

Ezra felt genuinely guilty. He went red. He pushed the bowl of cereal to her.

"Oh boy, I'm sorry" He apologised. "H-here! You can have what's left"

She huffed as she took the bowl and got a new spoon. Meanwhile Kanan wanted to groan loudly at the teenage drama he found himself in. It was trouble enough getting engaged in Jedi Training, now Sabine was just barging in and being a nuisance.

"Half a bowl. Wonderful" She muttered as she started walking out. "Tell Hera we need more flakes, Kanan!"

"You tell her!" He yelled, then lowering his voice. "You...B-word..."

"I heard that!"

"Yeah well report me to The Empire!" He called out, and getting the last shout.

Kanan sighed. That was annoying. Though it wasn't just Sabine's fault, Ezra had been completely distracted. When being trained as a Youngling, Kanan had always been told of the life and luxuries he'd never have. As a Padawan, he had "the talk". Looked like he needed to do the same to Ezra, right off the bat.

"Alright Ezra, there's a certain detail I gotta tell you about" He began.

Ezra was still a little shaken up on talking to and annoying Sabine. He suddenly seemed more focussed on that than the actual Jedi training. But regardless he nodded at Kanan, after a moment.

"Yes, Kanan?"

"As a Jedi, it's very vital that you give your full concentration" Kanan began to teach him some useful information. "Concentration is everything. Everything involving The Force requires your full input. Your training especially. You need to learn to separate yourself from distractions"

Ezra was sure that Kanan was referring to Sabine when he talked about distractions.

"Sorry Kanan, it won't happen again" Ezra assured him uneasily.

"But it will, Ezra. Because there's not a Jedi alive who was brought up perfectly" Kanan continued sternly...then softening. "Sabine is pretty, I'm sure. You've made it quite clear to her that you certainly think so"

Ezra rubbed the back of his hand. Gee, was it that obvious? Well, it's not like he got to talk to girls much. Too busy trying to survive on Lothal.

"But you can't let it interfere with training"

The Jedi sucked, for sure. No love. No marriage. No sex. No children. The list could go on, really. Certainly not what you want to hear when going through puberty.

"Okay. I understand" Ezra nodded again. "Just...can we ban her from walking around like that?"

Kanan chuckled. He imagined, if he replaced Sabine with Hera, he would be in a similar scenario.

"Yes. We certainly can"


About an hour later, Kanan and Ezra finished their first session. A detailed lecture on what The Force is. It went all right, for Kanan's first attempt as a Master. Soon, Kanan would have Ezra start training his ability to feel The Force. He already had a few ideas, and a crazy one involving being on the hull of the ship while in flight to give some scary incentive to Ezra, but they could get this done.

"It's not gonna be easy, though" Kanan thought. "I'm thinking I bit off more than I can chew"

When they entered the lounge, Zeb was playing a game of Dejarik with Sabine, who was now dressed in her armour. It appeared that the Mandalorian was having the advantage. Though Zeb didn't realise it.

"Yeah, did Empire school teach you that?" The Lasat teased her as she made a move. "Or did you come up with that rubbish strategy on your own?"

"Careful Zeb, you're still recovering from the beating that Agent gave you" Sabine teased back, before turning her head to look at the teacher and student departing from class. "Looks like class is finished. Hey kid, sorry about earlier. I just really like those flakes, that's all"

Sabine smiled sweetly at him. High in fibre. Good for the body. And the mind. Maybe that helped her outsmart Zeb in this critical-thinking game. All Zeb ate was waffles.

"Sabine, it's in the best interests of the safety of everyone that we limit the zones you can wear your pyjamas. To your cabin, and your cabin only"

Kanan said that with such a smug look. Sabine looked at him confused. Then at Zeb. Then back at Kanan. She raised an arm and tilted her head.

"What?" She said simply.

"It's just a precaution. You serve as a dangerous distraction to Ezra when he can see right up your legs"

Sabine went red, and so did Ezra. Kanan laughed as he left the room. Zeb was still focussed hard on the game, probably didn't even hear him.

"Ugh, what a pervert" Sabine muttered to herself, in a private manner but intentionally loud enough for Ezra to hear. She wanted him to know how she felt about Kanan's joke.

Ezra, feeling quite uncomfortable, decided it would be best if he just left. So he left the two more seasoned Rebels to their game. This was certainly a strange environment for him, being under the same roof as all these people after the years he spent alone. He didn't imagine all the...complications that could come with it. When Ezra left, Sabine glanced around to see if he was gone.

"Gee. Zeb, you think you're getting it bad having to share a cabin with him?" Sabine began to gossip. "All I've done is tell him my name. The kid barely knows me yet he wants to marry me already."

That was an exaggeration. Still, she didn't want all this attention.

"I'm sure you'll get used to it" Zeb told her as he made his next move on the game. "Kid will get used to my snoring too"

Sabine chuckled. Yeah, she supposed it could be worse. At least she could sleep at night. She made a final move and convincingly beat Zeb, who was left scratching his head in confusion and comaplaining. But as he did, she was busy thinking elsewhere.

"Just don't do anything to encourage him, Sabine" She thought. "Treat him like the others. Be nice, or try to be, but don't tell them your life story"

Shutting people out, that's something she was good at.


In the evening, the crew minus Sabine were sitting at the table in The Galley. They were making do with what they had left before they went for a grocery run tomorrow with their hard-earned credits. Ezra was learning the ropes, typically when The Spectres had lunch they just laid out a bunch of stuff on the table, and everyone helped themselves. Zeb seemed to help himself to half the food alone. The big guy worked up an appetite.

"We were paid generously for returning those droids" Kanan said to his companions as he filled his plate. "And don't worry, I've learnt my lesson. Working for Vizago? Not a good idea"

The crimelord turned tail and ran at the first sighting of Imperials, without even giving them a single credit.

"You say that now, but next time we're running low on money..." Hera began.

"I'll improve my bartering skills" Kanan casually assured her. "Right guys, best use everything up before Hera sends us on a grocery run tomorrow"

Ezra reached for the last couple waffles but Zeb from opposite him literally swiped the plate and poured it in front of himself, while still eating. Ezra frowned at him before reaching for potatoes instead. As they ate and quietly conversed, Sabine walked in for her "pick-up".

"Appropriately dressed, Kanan" She informed him as she took a plate and walked to the side of the table, looking down at what was available. "Did you tell Hera we need more wheat-er-flakes?"

"Yes, Sabine. I know" Hera told her with a sigh. "Maybe you should handle the shopping tomorrow for us if you're so concerned on what we get"

Sabine shrugged, she wouldn't mind. She took the last steak before Ezra could reach for it, as well as a few vegetables. Ezra was a little nervous for her to sit down, the only free space was beside him. That moment did not come to pass however, for once Sabine was done taking what she wanted, she just left The Galley to eat elsewhere. Ezra actually felt a bit...hurt.

"Huh, she really doesn't like me" Ezra said miserably, elbow on the table and he picked apart his food.

"Ah, don't worry about it" Kanan said, dismissively gesturing with his hand. "Sabine never sits with us, anyways"

Oh. Ezra thought she just went off because she really didn't want to sit next to him. That was...somewhat reassuring.

"Really?" Ezra asked, curiosly. Sabine had said to him not long ago that they were like a family, people typically socialise with their family during dinner.

"Sabine is...hmm..." Hera tried to explain. "She keeps to herself a lot. In the year since we picked her up, I've learned not to pry"

The Mandalorian offered some basic background. Namely being a former Imperial cadet. Not much beyond that, though. Seemed she had a lot she didn't like discussing.

"She told me that "The Empire" happened to her parents" Ezra told them. "Is there something more to that?"

As Zeb continued to eat, Kanan and Hera exchanged blank glances. It seemed they knew as much as Ezra in this regard. Like him, they could assume the worst. And like with Ezra's parents, they didn't want to pry much into that topic.

"She's good at shutting people out, we don't know much either" Kanan said. "You can always try your luck on her, Ezra"

Kanan chuckled. He didn't expect Ezra to actually take him up on that challenge. But when Ezra got bored enough, he saw him stand up and make his way out. Kanan had to admire Ezra's caring nature, at least. He could tell he was a good kid.

"Remember Ezra...no distractions" He reminded his pupil. "More training tomorrow morning"

Ezra nodded, and then left them.


Sabine looked at the dimming fields of Lothal grass from inside the lower turret section of the ship. Her own personal section. She was sat down and chewing into some steak, her helmet hung from the hook she installed on the seat. Her chewing stopped when she heard footsteps behind her. The kid. She had acquired the skill of telling who people were just on the sounds of their footsteps. It's something you develop when you don't feel like being social.

"My names Ezra, what's yours?" She remembered those first dumb words to her when she removed her helmet in front of him here a few days back. He was awestruck by her beauty.

"Hey Sabine" He greeted friendlily as he walked to the side of her seat.

She swallowed and sighed.

"Hello Ezra" She said his name like she was already tired of him. "What do you want?"

"I have to want something?" He asked. "Maybe I just wanna talk, get to know you"

Oh boy. How often had she heard those words. Why couldn't people be satisfied with her presence and communication during a mission? They all had to get right up her butt.

Very well, she could grant him his wish. She put down her plate.

"Alright" She agreed, shuffling in her seat to face him. "Since you're gonna be staying here, you might as well learn a few things about Sabine Wren"

She held a fist in front of him, counting her points on her fingers.

"First, she doesn't like rules. Second, she likes to blow stuff up. Third, she doesn't like it when people interrupt her eating time"

She was certainly giving the "tough girl" impression. Ezra would've expected nothing less from a Mandalorian. Actually, that was a good ice-breaker. Ezra made himself take interest in her helmet, and held it up, inspecting it.

"So...Mandalorian, huh?" He remarked. "I have a whole collection of helmets. Never got one of these"

Sabine frowned at him, then reached out to reclaim her precious helmet, basically snatching it from him. She looked over it, as if Ezra could've done damage just by briefly touching it.

"Are you a real Mandalorian?" Ezra asked her. "Or do you just use the armour?"

She showed a brief amount of restraint, like she had to stop herself from just smacking him or something. Ezra immediately regretted asking, but he was just curious. When he thought of Mandalorians, he didn't think of some punk but pretty girl who clearly makes an effort to make herself look good in the morning.

Sabine thought of a better way to validate herself.

"Aliit ori'shya tal'din" She told him.

He looked at her blankly.

"What?"

She rolled her eyes.

"Ani chakaaryc adi'ka" She murmured under her breath. "Nothing. Look kid, you've been here a few days now. Do you not have parents to go back to? They must be real concerned"

Ezra shuffled uncomfortably. Gee, he just had a familiar conversation like this with Hera on the first day he met this lot. He figured she might've told the rest of the crew. Maybe she did, and Sabine was typically not there to listen.

"Ah, well..." He began hesitantly. "My parents are...gone. Been on my own for years now"

Sabine suddenly softened up her expression. For some reason, she never considered that possibility. Come to think of it, she DID ask him about his parents a few days back but they never got to start that conversation. She felt annoyed at herself.

"Oh..." She rubbed her arm. "I see. Sorry"

"It's alright" He told her. "I'll just...leave you alone, sorry for disturbing you"

Ezra believed he had overstayed his welcome, and didn't have much success having a productive talk with her. She nearly said nothing as he was making his way out, but something made her speak up.

"Hey, Ezra!" She called out. "To let you know, about that pervert thing earlier? Don't worry about it. I know Kanan was just getting back at me for this morning"

He nodded with a smile, and then he was gone. Sabine just...sat there for a bit. Thinking over what she said. She looked at her plate, but didn't feel hungry anymore. She certainly felt like a bitch, though.

"Ah, Sabine..." She rubbed her face in frustration. "Think about yourself so much, you forget about others"

What made her feel particularly guilty...is that she knew how Ezra felt. Having no parents. She casually brought up the topic of his family with him, yet she knew that if she was in that position...

"I never want to talk, or even think about them" She thought.

She was lucky he was so cool about it...she wouldn't have been. She almost hit him just for questioning her about her Mandalorian heritage.

"It was a...reasonable question" She told herself. "Lots of false Mandos out there, nowadays..."

Actually...maybe he was right to ask. Sabine doubted if she would consider herself a true Mandalorian...she had no clan to stand with anymore, no one would ever dare to associate themselves with her. She could thank herself for that...the things she did for The Empire...she disgraced herself...she wish she never built that-

She stopped. No. She couldn't think about it. She thought about it enough already. And this wasn't supposed to be about her, she was thinking about Ezra. Good kid. She should cut him some slack. He was the latest addition to The Spectres, just as she had been a year ago.

"Spectre Six" She thought.

She could get used to having him around.