Coruscant - Headquarters of the New Jedi Order (formerly Darth Vader's personal Fortress)
Ezra Bridger paced nervously in the turbo lift, never taking more than two and a half steps in either direction as he headed towards the quarters he shared with Sabine Wren. In his hands was a clumsily wrapped gift for her and he was very anxious to see how she would react to it. With a ding, the turbo lift stopped and the doors opened. Quickly, he walked to their quarters and ran his hands through his black hair. He ran his hands down the brown robe he wore outside of his Alliance combat fatigues, making sure there were no wrinkles before hitting the door chime. A moment later, he slapped his forehead and went in. The room was one that he shared with Sabine. There really was no need to knock on the door or sound the chime. Sabine looked at him curiously from a work bench where she was repairing a couple dents in her Mandalorian armor. A slow smirk spread across her face. "Did you just ring the chime - to our quarters?"
Ezra laughed self deprecatingly and pulled the package from behind his back. It was a box of some nature, long and thin. Sabine put her tools down with a frown and wiped her hands on a rag, stepping out from behind the desk. "Whatcha got there, Babe?"
Ezra cleared his throat and said in a slightly shaky voice, "I got something for you - saw it in one of the markets and thought you'd like it."
Sabine smiled and patted his cheek. "You're so sweet - and adorable when your nervous about being sweet. But why the present? It's not my birthday, or your birthday or Life Day."
Ezra smirked and said, "Do I need a reason to get you a gift? In all honesty though, today is actually a holiday on Lothal called Festival of the Heart. It's a couple's holiday celebrating love. Couples give each other gifts and stuff like that."
Sabine smiled brightly and accepted the gift, bringing it over to the work bench. Eagerly, she opened it and gasped. There were several large containers of paint - red, yellow, blue, green, orange and violet. They were expensive too and made to either be used with a brush or diluted and put into a sprayer. Ezra asked anxiously, "Do you like it? I just noticed that you haven't been painting much recently but-"
He was interrupted when Sabine threw her arms around his neck and smashed her lips against his, passionately kissing him, sucking his lower lip into her mouth and all but forcing her tongue into his. Ezra's brain went blank for a second before he accepted her into his arms, wrapping them around her waist. When Sabine needed to breath again, she separated with a gasp and said, "Thank you for the paints, Baby. I love them. I feel bad though, 'cause I didn't get you anything."
Ezra chuckled and leaned his forehead against Sabines. "I didn't get you a gift to make you feel guilty about not getting me something, I got you a gift because I wanted to show you that you mean a lot to me and that I love seeing you happy. I can't expect you to know or care about this holiday, especially since when we were working on Lothal, there really wasn't much opportunity to celebrate it. I figured we could change that since things have settled down a little at least."
Sabine kissed him again and asked, "Okay, well what else is usually done for this holiday?"
Ezra chuckled and said, "Depends. Usually, there is a nice meal, whether going out or cooked in ourselves. Well, neither of us are really good cooks so would you like to go somewhere and get some dinner? There are a half a dozen good places near the castle."
Sabine smiled wider and said, "Sure. Let me just get changed really quick."
Ezra grinned with pleasure and Sabine gave him a quick, affectionate kiss on the two parallel scars on his cheek before hurrying off to get changed. Ezra smiled and looked at what she had been working on. Her gauntlets were being modified. Aside from the grappling hook and repulser, a dart caster and comlink was being added. Ezra chuckled. If she wasn't painting then she was making or modifying her kit. There was the hiss of a door and a rustle followed by the words, "I'm ready to go, Ezra."
Ezra smiled, turned and froze, his mouth falling open. Instead of the jump suit or Mandalorian armor that she usually wore, Sabine was wearing a dark gray tunic, soft leather boots and a blue shirt beneath that matched her blue dyed hair. She looked gorgeous. At Ezra's stunned expression, Sabine laughed and said, "Come on, Kiddo. Close your mouth and let's go. I'm hungry. Geez, you act like you've never seen me in anything but my armor!"
Ezra grinned and said, "On the contrary, I've seen you in things that no one else has and I've seen you in nothing at all. That however is quite a departure from what you normally wear. It isn't armor and it isn't one of the jumpsuits you tend to wear."
Sabine blushed slightly and whispered, "Do you like it? I figured if you were going to take me out, I would dress up at least a little for you."
Ezra proffered his arm and answered her as she laced hers through it, "I think it's refreshing and that you look absolutely beautiful. So, where do you want to eat? There's a Corellian place, a Naboo place, a Chandrillan Place, a Kuati place - any of that sound good?"
Sabine chuckled and leaned on him affectionately, "You know I love Corellian food. It's the only food that's anywhere near as spicy as Mandalorian food. Is that okay? What do you like?"
Ezra chuckled as he punched the level on the turbo lift and replied, "I love Corellian food. Let's go."
The restaurant was busy but Ezra had made friends with the owner and they were seated quickly. The waiter, another personal friend of Ezra's, asked tactlessly, "So, Bridger, is that her - the really hot girlfriend you always brag about?"
Ezra smirked as he pulled the seat out for Sabine and answered his friend, "Yup, this is Sabine Wren, Rebel hero and my girlfriend. Sabine, this is Tag. He's Corellian so be careful when dealing with him."
Sabine smiled pleasantly as Tag glared at Ezra before turning to her. "So, Sabine, what are you doing with a punk kid like this? They say if you go Corellian, you will never go back;" and he shot her a wink. Sabine chuckled and said, "Actually, I've tried Corellian before. Foods good, piloting's great but everything else was a little - blah. Thought they do make a fantastic starship too."
Tag blushed and said, "Well, that's your loss, Sweetheart. What can I get you both to drink?"
They ordered their drinks, chuckling at Tag's miffed reaction as he went to get their fizzy drinks. Sabine gazed at Ezra under hooded eye lids as she lounged back in the booth. Ezra smiled as he quietly gazed back at her. With a bright smile, Sabine took his hand and said, "What else do couples do during the Festival of the Heart, Babe?"
Ezra shrugged and said, "Lots of stuff; some went to concerts, some went to holo-films and some just stayed in and did stuff together."
"Did stuff together, huh? What kind of stuff did they do together?" asked Sabine with a mischievous grin. Ezra winked and said, "I'd be happy to show you later. I recommend the spice loaf by the way. It's fantastic here."
Sabine leaned across the table, one eyebrow raised. Happily, Ezra leaned across and met her, lips to lips. They were interrupted by a deep chuckle. When Ezra looked up, a very tall, very thick, very hairy individual was looking at them. Ezra glared and said, "Do you mind, Loeg? I'm in the middle of something important here."
The big man chuckled again and said, "Yes, it looked important. I was just wondering if you were ready to order. The special is excellent tonight and I'll give you a place of ribbines on the house just cause I like you so much and think that your girlfriend is pretty."
Ezra chuckled and said, "Sounds good. This is Sabine by the way. Sabine, this is Loeg. He owns the place."
Sabine greeted Loeg politely and the big Corellian went and put their orders in. Sabine chuckled and asked, "Do you know everybody?"
Ezra chuckled and said, "Not everybody, just mostly everybody."
They both gazed at each other lovingly. They had known each other for over ten years now and had been in a relationship for around half that time. It had taken so long for Ezra to break through to Sabine and get her to take a chance on him. They had been friends but for whatever reason, she had been unwilling to take the next step. When she finally did, they became close very quickly. This hadn't surprised anyone. Both were passionate beings and both had similar backgrounds. During Task Force Phoenix's romp in the Unknown Regions battling Emperor Palpatine's Dark Stalkers, they had fallen desperately in love. Ezra had found Sabine a passionate and veracious lover while she had found him a gentle, tender and affectionate one. They had fit like a key in a lock together.
Loeg came out with their food and said, "Enjoy, Kids. Out of curiosity, what is the occasion?"
Sabine smiled happily and said, "A holiday from Lothal, the Festival of the Heart. Ezra's taking me out and he bought me a very nice gift too."
Loeg patted his shoulder and said, "Attaboy, Ezra. You two enjoy."
The food was delicious, nice and spicy the way they both enjoyed it. They made small talk about everything, Ezra and the Jedi, Sabine and her work with the Grey Squadron Commandos and so on. It was wonderful. They finished their meals and then Ezra ordered dessert for them both. A massive piece of cake was placed between them along with two forks. They ate it slowly and with great relish, often sweetly feeding one another pieces of cake. When the bill came, Ezra was surprised to see that the words, 'on the house, have a good night, Bridger' written in messy handwriting on it. With a shrug, Ezra left a large tip and they headed out into the cool Coruscant evening. Arm in arm, they strolled casually back to the castle. "What are you thinking about, Ezra?" asked Sabine a little tiredly. Ezra smiled and replied, "That I'm so glad I finally got you to go out with me those years ago."
Sabine gave him a playful swat on the shoulder before hugging his arm more tightly and saying, "I am too. What else tends to happen during the festival?"
Ezra chuckled. "That, Babe, is entirely up to you. Come on. Let's get back to the castle and we'll go from there."
They entered the Jedi facility and passed Luke Skywalker, Mara Jade Skywalker, Kanan Jarrus and Hera Syndulla on the way. Luke smiled at them pleasantly and asked, "Are you having a good evening, you two?"
They both nodded and Ezra said, "Just getting back from that Corellian place not far from here."
Kanan and Hera looked at each other and the former asked, "You're celebrating the Festival of the Heart, aren't you?"
Ezra nodded and Luke frowned, one of his eyebrow raised. Mara beat him to the question however. "What's the Festival of the Heart?"
Hera chuckled. "The Festival of the Heart is a holiday on Lothal that celebrates love. It's geared more towards couples who are in a relationship or married but some schools and stuff celebrate it as a cultural holiday. Stars, Kanan, do you even remember the last time we celebrated the Festival?"
Kanan chuckled and adjusted his eye covering. "No, Honey. It's been too long. You know what, let's go get some food and celebrate. I'll buy you some flowers on the way too."
Mara gave Luke a look that suggested she wanted the same thing. The blond haired, blue eyed Jedi Knight laughed and said, "I have a stocked refrigeration unit. Let's head in and I'll make us something."
Mara ruffled his blond hair as they turned towards the castle's main entrance and chuckled huskily, "It was like you were reading my mind, Farmboy."
Ezra shook his head and said, "Can't they keep that stuff confined to their quarters? You and I never show public displays like th-" but before he could finish, Sabine grabbed his face and pulled him into a passionate kiss. When she was satisfied, she separated and admonished, "Stop complaining and let's go upstairs. I'm curious as to what else you Lothal natives do on this holiday of yours."
The gleam in her eyes suggested that she had a fairly good idea what else they did - or that she had something in mind that she wanted to do. As they went, the entire Marek family passed by - Master Galen, Juno, their two young kids and the baby. Ezra nodded his head respectfully as they passed. When they reached their quarters, Sabine went to the heating unit and put water on for caff - a good sign as far as Ezra was concerned. Sabine drank lots of caff, especially before and after rigorous activity. While the caff was brewing, she turned to face him. "So..." she asked with a tiny smirk and that naughty gleam in her eyes, "...what else goes on with this holiday of yours?"
Ezra smiled and took his Jedi robe off, carefully hanging it on a wall hanger. "Lot's of stuff - games, holo-films, music, dancing - the possibilities are endless."
Sabine cocked an eyebrow and said, "Well then, put on some music and let's dance a little."
Ezra flicked his hands at the player and a soft, slow, sultry tune began to play. Sabine moved smoothly into his arms and they began to sway together. After several minutes of getting his courage up, Ezra murmured, "I have a question for you, Sabine?"
"Yeah, Babe? What is it?"
Ezra took a deep breath and asked, "How does marriage work in Mandalorian culture? Do both people have to be Mandalorian or does that not have to be the case? I tried to look it up but it seems that all recorded couples were Mando and I was curious as to whether that was a requirement."
Sabine chuckled and said, "Well let's see - they both don't necessarily have to be Mando'ade but it's the easiest way to get the clan and family to accept both parties. A chieftain would certainly have to marry a Mandalorian. It would be beyond scandalous if his or her partner wasn't at least adopted into the clan."
Ezra nodded and gulped before continuing, "And how would one go about getting adopted by a clan?"
Sabine suddenly froze and looked up into Ezra's electric blue eyes. In a voice quieter than quiet, she asked him, "Ezra, why are you asking me this stuff?"
Ezra sighed in defeat and said, "Well - dammit! I wanted to ask you in a hell of a lot more romantic way than this but-" and he took another deep breath, steeling himself, "I want to marry you Sabine. I want to be your husband but I didn't know how that would work since your still technically the chieftain of Clan Vizsla."
Sabine's green eyes locked on his, her expression blank for several long seconds. Ezra gazed back and was about to tell her to forget it and apologize for asking but he never got the chance. Sabine mashed her lips to his almost violently. When she needed to breath she separated and took a couple quick breaths before kissing him again. Ezra didn't know what was going on and she sure wasn't asking him to explain it. After this second, equally heated kiss, Sabine said, "Bedroom. NOW!"
Ezra stuttered, trying to get her to talk to him but she put a hand over his mouth and said, "Talk after. Sex now."
This was probably the only time in the universe that Ezra was actually contemplating resisting but then his own desire took over and he lifted her up and dashed into the bedroom, neatly tossing her on the mattress before frantically working at taking his clothes off. Sabine did the same, pulling the tunic over her head, taking the boots off and struggling with her trousers. It took far too long in their opinions to remove all barriers but when they did, it went fast and hard. Ezra jumped onto the bed, only to be swung to the mattress by Sabine, who mounted him quickly. There was no foreplay of any kind, no time for a slow build up of pleasure. Sabine took Ezra's partial erection and began to stroke, glaring at him in near exasperation. "Get hard already, dammit!" she muttered. Ezra watched as her firm, perky breasts bounced and jiggled with the motion of her hands and seeing that was enough to get him where Sabine needed him. Quickly, she straddled his hips and dropped on him, her tight, slick womanhood squeezing him most pleasurably. Sabine took a grand total of two seconds to settle in a good position, take a quick couple breaths and then starting nearly jumping up and down on his member. Ezra gripped her hips, aiding her movements and watching with fascination as her breasts bounced in a wonderful circular motion. Neither of them lasted very long. Ezra felt the pressure build at an alarming rate while Sabine's breathing became more and more ragged. Suddenly, her entire body began to spasm and shake and she began moaning in Mando'a. As her muscles squeezed hard around Ezra, he felt himself launched over the edge of blissful, pleasurable oblivion. Sabine pulled up off him shakily and collapsed beside him while Ezra's manhood was still twitching and leaking. They both lay there and Ezra gasped out. "Woah..."
Sabine rolled on top of him and began to kiss him again almost as insistently as she had before. This time, however, Ezra had to talk. "Wait, Sabine, wait a second."
She looked down at him, her green eyes wide and filled with joy. "What? Done already?"
"Hell no! I just need to know if it would be possible, that's all."
"Yes, Ezra. It would be possible and, for you, I'm sure it would be fairly easy too; now shut up and make love to me."
Ezra felt himself getting excited but he rolled her over and pinned her arms. It was a dangerous thing to do since she was many times his match in hand to hand combat - at least without the force. "I need an answer first, Sweetheart."
Sabine looked almost defiant even though she was ecstatic at the same time. "An answer to what?"
Ezra's blue eyes narrowed and he bent down, sensually kissing her neck and shoulder. "You know what." he whispered intimately before kissing down her chest. Sabine began to gasp and said, "So ask me again. I'll make my answer more clear for you."
Ezra glared at her and nipped all over the slopes of her firm, full breasts for nearly a minute, watching her gasp and writhe and mutter words in her native tongue before he asked again, punctuating each word with a lap at one of her peaked nipples. "Will? You? Marry? ME?"
Sabine flipped him over again, pinning him and kissing him veraciously. Just when Ezra swore that he was going to pass out for want of air, she pulled away gasping, her blue and white dyed hair a mess and covering part of her face. In a voice so low, so intimate, so shy and so unlike her, she uttered one word, "Yes."
Ezra's heart soared and he flipped her, kissing her with all the passion he could. This time, he was determined to draw out Sabine's pleasure, to make sure she felt as much bliss as he possibly could. He loved her so much and he wanted her to know that. To that end, he trailed his lips back from hers towards her ears. Sabine was not a patient woman but in this case, she was willing to make an exception. The sensations and the closeness only made everything else that much better. His soft lips trailed down from where it had been kissing and nibbling on her ear lobe. Sabine's breath hitched as his tongue traced her pulse and she moaned. "Couldn't you speed things up a little, Babe?"
Ezra's deep, earthy chuckle sent a shiver up and down her spine and he replied, "Nope."
Sabine moaned again as he kissed her in the hollow of her neck just above her collar bones. Desperately, Sabine tried to reverse there positions but Ezra, with a little help from the force, kept her there. "Now Sabine, you know what Kanan would say. Be patient."
"Never, EVER mention Kanan in this situation again, you dense nerf;" gasped Sabine as Ezra ran his tongue down her chest before slowly climbing the slope of her breasts. At the same time, one of his hands left one of her wrists and began to slowly slide it down her arm with just the tips of his fingers. Sabine, luckily for both of them, wasn't ticklish but the light, sensual brush caused her breath to hitch again and her heart pounded. "How the hell do you play me like a musical instrument, Ezra?" she gasped as he suckled her pert nipple and his hand slipped gently over her other breast, kneading the globe of flesh. Ezra didn't waste time answering, electing instead to lap at her nipple again. His other hand began to slide down her firm, lean stomach, dipping the tip of a finger into her naval. Sabine gave a throaty, deep moan and whispered, "Ezra, please just make love to me already."
Electric blue eyes met brilliant green and the most tender smile crossed Ezra's face. Taking both hands, he gently took the sides of her face and kissed her. Like a trap, her legs wrapped around him and locked and her arms latched around his neck as she deepened the kiss. However, neither was satisfied with just kissing and Sabine used one of her hands to reach between them and gently took a hold of Ezra, who was hard as durasteel in her hand. Pulling away from his lips, she whispered, "Give me some space, Babe."
Knowing what she needed, Ezra moved and lined up before slowly pushing into her warm body. Sabine sighed with satisfaction before smirking into his face and murmuring, "Your move, Bridger."
Move he did, taking off at a good pace. Sabine gripped his wrists as he pumped into her. Sabine gasped with every thrust and managed to say, "Let's kick it up a notch, Baby;" and she kicked over, landing on top, only to have Ezra continue with the momentum and rolling them right off the bed. Sabine laughed and Ezra groaned, "Ow..."
They both untangled themselves and Sabine turned her back to him and put her hands on the bed, bending over in front of him. "You had better have good aim;" she purred. Ezra stepped up behind her and lined up before thrusting inward. Sabine gasped with pleasure as he grabbed her hips and began to thrust into her. "Oh that's good;" she gasped, "that's really good, Ezra."
Her head hung down, leaning forward more heavily on her arms. Ezra gritted out, "You're telling me?"
The sensation and pressure built up and Sabine began to moan in her native tongue and the frequency of her speech increased in speed until it suddenly cut off and Ezra felt supremely satisfied. That satisfaction became even greater as he felt himself propelled over the edge of ecstasy and oblivion. With a satisfied groan, he pulled away and collapsed on the bed. Sabine snuggled up to him and said, "Yes."
Ezra looked at her through bleary eyes. "What?"
"My answer is yes."
Ezra smiled happily and wrapped his arms around her chilly body and said, "Yup, you already said that."
"And I'm saying it again, Ezra. Yes, I would be honored to marry you - Jedi."
Ezra chuckled and pulled them both further onto the bed, pulling a thick nerf wool blanket over them both. They weren't tired. The truth was that sleep was the furthest thing from their minds. After companionable silence, Ezra chuckled and said, "So... I'm going to be married to a Mandalorian Chieftain. Do I get a sweet suit of armor too?"
Sabine laughed and kissed his cheek. "Yes you will - eventually. It's gonna be a bit of a process. First, someone in the clans are going to need to adopt you. I'm sure I can convince Fenn Rau to adopt you into Clan Rau or maybe even Darious Ordo could adopt you but he would expect you to stand with the Clans rather than the New Republic. Rau would be better even though Ordo is traditionally friendlier with the Jedi. I'll ask around. After you get adopted, you have to convince my family you are worthy. You know what that means."
Ezra chuckled, "Trial by combat against your mother or one of your champions, right?"
Sabine sighed, "Yup. You and I are going to have to work on fighting with vibroswords or unarmed to make sure you can hack it."
Ezra laughed. "It's adorable that you're worried, Sabine. I've been working a lot with Mara on hand to hand combat and with Ferroda Grey with vibro-weapons."
Sabine looked at him seriously. "Ezra, these are Mandalorians. They aren't just your average, run of the mill soldiers or Stormtroopers. I want to be sure that your prepared."
Ezra sobered and looked her in her eyes. "I will be. No one is standing in the way of being your husband. No one. I love you, Sabine."
Sabine smiled and kissed him again before getting up. "We need to tell Hera and Kanan and the rest. They're going to want to know and they deserve to. Get dressed, Jedi boy."
Ezra sighed resignedly and got up. They dressed quickly and ran to the lift, excited to tell their friends. Ezra commed ahead for safety. "Hey Kanan, got some important news so I hope you aren't in the middle anything."
"Um... well... I was going to be. This had better be important, Ezra or else Hera is going to take back behind the boarding ramp;" replied the Jedi Master. There was a beautiful laugh in the background and Ezra chuckled, "She hasn't done that since Lothal before Scarrif or Yavin. Trust me, you're gonna want to hear this."
Ezra shut down the link and Sabine put her's down at the same time. "Zeb and Chopper know too now. I also sent a message to Rau, Ordo and my mother. Truth is, even if they won't necessarily agree, they do have the right to know."
Ezra looked nervous and was about to protest but Sabine patted his arm. "Don't worry. I told them to show up at the Jedi training room in an hour so we have time to tell everyone else first."
In the training room, the old crew of the Ghost were waiting. Kanan and Hera both looked concerned. "Is everything alright, kids?" asked Hera. Sabine was smiling ear to ear as Ezra replied, "Everything's fine. In fact, everything is great."
Zeb growled, "Well it better be important. I was just in the middle of a serious game of holo chess with Chewbacca and he wasn't happy that I had to leave."
Ezra laughed, "It is. Well... do you want to tell them or should I, Sabine?"
Suddenly, Hera clapped her hands to her mouth and Kanan stiffened. "You're pregnant, aren't you Sabine? Dammit, Ezra what did I tell you about..."
"No, I'm not pregnant!" said Sabine in shock and then smirked slightly, "at least not yet."
Hera breathed a sigh of relief, brushing her green lekku back over her shoulder and Kanan relaxed. "Well then what's up?"
Ezra looked at Sabine, cocking a blue-black eyebrow. Sabine's smile grew even larger and she burst, "We're getting married! Ezra just purposed and I said yes!"
Hera and Kanan both jumped up, shocked. Then, they both smiled and rushed forward, hugging the two younger adults. Hera kissed them both with tears in her eyes. "Congratulations you two! We were wondering if this was going to happen or if it even could. It's so wonderful."
Kanan hugged them both and said, "I'm so glad to hear this, Ezra - Sabine. A lifetime of happiness for you both."
Zeb ran up and picked them both up in his massive, hairy arms. "It's about time kids! You two have been dancing around since-" suddenly he put them down and recoiled, his nose crinkled. "Karabast! Couldn't you have both showered at least before leaving your suite? You smile like-"
"Yes, yes, we know Zeb - we smell like Dantooine Kath hounds in spring;" said Sabine, rolling her eyes. Hera chuckled and then looked very serious. "Does your mother and the other clan leaders know, Sabine?"
"Not yet, Hera. They'll be hear soon but I thought that you all deserved to know first. Besides, I think I'm going to need your support during this whole thing. I think they may give some resistance."
Just then, three imposing figures in the armor of Mandalorian warriors strode in - two men and one woman, their helmets securely under their arm. "You wished to speak to us, Chieftain?" said Darious Ordo, a tall, gray hard, gray eyed warrior with an old fashioned neo-crusader helmet under his arm. Sabine nodded and stood to her full, rather minuscule height. "I do, Chieftain Darious."
The three older warriors waited for as the tension built. Finally, "Ezra Bridger and myself are getting married."
Dead silence. The tension was thick enough to cut with a lightsaber. Ursa Wren, Sabine's mother was stone-faced and said, "Surely you're joking."
Sabine's green eyes went cold and strode up, face to face with her mother. "Do I look like I'm joking?" she demanded. Ursa stared back and asked, "Of all the warriors in the clans and all the soldiers in the New Republic you could have chosen, you chose a boy - a Jedi at that. What possible advantage could that give our people?"
"Advantage?" snarled Sabine. "How about even closer friendship with the Jedi Order and the New Republic? How about support for our people after the depredation of the Old Republic and the Empire? I would put Ezra Bridger against any warrior in the clans - that includes all three of you and me."
All three Mandalorians stiffened. Rau suddenly chuckled and said, "I can agree with that. I've seen him in battle for years. You have my support, Chieftain Wren."
Sabine chuckled, "Good. Wanna adopt Ezra so we can make this all official and legal by both New Republic and Mandalorian Law?"
Ordo lifted a hand. "I will not stand in your way, Chieftain. You wield the Darksaber and you lead Clan Vizsla. However, I do want to see what the boy is made of."
Ezra stepped forward and said, "Armed or unarmed?"
"Unarmed;" and Darious shed his outer armor until he wore only the jump suit beneath and dropped into a combat stance. Ezra chuckled and took off his Jedi Robe. "A Jedi is never unarmed, Ordo. Remember that."
The older warrior leaped forward. A flurry of blows followed and it was quickly clear the Darious was more skilled. But Ezra had the force. Even though he didn't blast his opponent back or force him into a trance, his reflexes were faster and when blows did hit, it was as if the older warrior was punching a duracrete statue. In a single smooth, fluid motion, Ezra trapped and locked the older man's arm before rolling him to the floor and dropping a knee onto his chest and landing two solid blows - one to the chest and one to the forehead. "Do you yield, Ordo?" asked Ezra calmly. Ordo glared for several long moments but then grinned. "I do. You will be a worthy Mandalorian, Ezra Bridger. I only wish I could bring you into Clan Ordo. It would be an amazing sight to see a Jedi in the colors of the clan."
Fenn Rau laughed and Sabine beamed at her fiance before glaring at her mother. "This is my decision. Accept it or challenge me for the Darksaber;" command Sabine, pulling the weapon from her belt and igniting it. Ursa Wren sighed with defeat and said, "I will not challenge you, my daughter. You have proven to be a good chieftain and have gained the support of the other chieftains. Ezra Bridger," and she turned to him, "treat her with the respect she is due. A Jedi you may be but even you are not omnipotent or omniscient."
Sabine ran to Ezra and kissed him before tugging him towards the exit. "Come on. We told everyone and they know. We can tell the rest of Order and whoever else later. Right now, I'm tired so let's go to bed."
Ezra chuckled and allowed himself to be led away. Just before the door to the training room closed, Ezra was heard to be said, "So Sabine, about some of that armor..."
