A/N: I don't own Rebels, also instead of brackets I'm using a Mando'a translator, unfortunately not every word translates over to Mando'a, so there's some words in English.

Chapter 7

The ghost crew began their arduous trek to the village slouched in the extreme heat. Dust swirled around their shins with the slight wind. Ezra, on the other hand, maintained his stamina in the Yanibarian heat. The trek was silent as the crew had no energy to spend on idle chatter. Except for Chopper, who occasionally chirped in annoyance at the sand and other grit that chafed his chassis.

Galaar turned his head slightly to look at the elder Bridger. "I imagine your happy to have him back home, if only briefly, my old friend."

"Aye, that it is my friend, that it is, ner burc'ya." (my friend) Raimen acknowledged. The Elder wasn't fluent in Mando'a, but he had learned a little over the years.

"Are we there yet?" Grumbled Zeb.

"No, not yet," Ezra chuckled.

"How are you so full of pep?" Questioned Hera.

Ezra leaped into the air and landed on his hands to walk backwards with his legs in the air. He pulled up beside his Twi'lek friend and grinned. "Simple, I'm back home." The boy smiled.

Kanan groaned. "That can't be where all of you energy comes from, Spectre 6."

"None of that here, Kanan…" Ezra looked at his new wife and her deepening slouch. "You're right, it's not the only reason." He turned back to Kanan, still walking on his hands with an ear to ear grin. "Granted the shock is still there, and the weight of it hasn't fully set in, but the reason… two reasons actually, that I have all this pep is; my childhood dream has finally been granted, I'm now a Mando'ade, and two…" He looked back to Sabine, who could just barely turn her head to face him with her exhaustion. "I'm married to the most beautiful girl, in not only the Galaxy, but the entire Universe."

Sabine flushed deeply, and she finally came to realize he always meant it when he would call her cyar'ika.

"Shi partaylir, being married at a Mando cuyir nayc easy task, ad'ika, briov aruetiise meg val got themselves lo akay bic was at du'car," (Just remember, being married to a Mandalorian is no easy task, little one, many outsiders never realize what they got themselves into until it was too late), Galaar called back over his shoulder.

"True, a vor'e at gar, Ni'm not exactly an aruetti, jii cuy' Ni," Ezra replied with a bright smile. (True, but thanks to you, I'm not exactly an outsider, now am I?)

"Why are you always speaking Mando'a to each other?" Zeb inquired with a tip of his chin.

"It's part of the Resol'nare; our core beliefs. The six actions that are the central tenets of Mandalorian life. This particular one, is that we speak the language to other Mandalorians," Sabine explained.

"So, what are the other five?" Questioned Hera.

"We adhere to the Resol'nare. A sacred law that gives us direction and purpose. Education and armor, self-defense, our tribe, our language, our leader- all help us survive. We must educate our children as Mandalorians, obey the commands of Mandalore, speak Mando'a, and defend our clans," Galaar answered.

"I think that might be a little confusing for them Galaar, to put it simply Hera," Sabine added. "The Resol'nare consists of wearing armor at all times- granted, in a place like this, not exactly wise. Speaking the language, defending oneself and family, raising our children as Mandalorians, contributing to the clan's welfare, and when called upon by the Mand'alor, rally to their cause."

Kanan stopped in his tracks and stared at the girl. "Something wrong love?" Hera asked.

Kanan nodded. "And what if the Mand'alor decided to rally to the Empire's side? What would you do Sabine?"

Sabine looked at the older man. "Mand'alor is opposed to the Empire, so I'll continue my fight against the Empire," Sabine replied with a reassuring smile for Kanan.

As they neared the village, Ezra felt a tingling in the back of his mind. His strong, but underdeveloped Sense powers kicked in, and what he saw moving in slow-motion was an errant telekinetic infused rock headed straight for them. At a glance, he could tell that it would strike Sabine first. Ezra put out a hand and stopped the rock mid flight, inches before striking Sabine between the eyes.

The boy's sudden movement caused the Ghost Crew to scatter into defensive positions. A young boy, about six, came charging up to the group at incredible speeds and stopped before Galaar and Raimen. "I'm sorry Doyen, I lost control. Is anyone hurt?" The fretful boy asked.

Raimen looked behind him, taking note that everyone had scattered except for Sabine and Ezra. Sabine stood rigid in shock, while Ezra froze the errant rock and shattered it into dust. "Fortunately no, but looks like you almost killed one of our visitors-"

The boy, seeing what happened, slowly approached Sabine with his face cast down. "I- I'm sorry miss. I lost control during an exercise." The boy apologized.

Sabine shook herself from the shock. "I- it's alright, it was an accident, but please try to be more careful."

The boy looked up at the girl and smiled. "I will, and you're very pretty." He complimented Sabine before running off, pulling another blush from the girl.

Sabine looked over at Ezra. "Reminds ni be gar tion'tuurvi sol'yc met, riduur." (reminds me of when we first met, spouse.) Sabine chuckled. Galaar, Raimen, and Ezra laughed, leaving the others in a state of confusion.

"What's so funny?" Asked Zeb.

Sabine glanced at the Lasat. "Oh, I just said that he reminded me of Ezra when we first met." There were appreciative chuckles all around before the group fell into exhausted silence again.

As the group finally entered the village, the first thing that caught Zeb's eyes noticed was the architecture of the buildings. They looked like primitive mud adobes, squat little buildings of some sort of brownish-grey clay.. "What's with the buildings?" Zeb inquired.

"It's due to the extreme temperatures," Ezra explained. "As you can attest, it's very hot here in the summer, the clay of Yanibar is a natural insulator. Granted, it's not a perfect insulator, but it helps keep the interior cool during the summer, and warm during the winter. The bedrooms were built underground where the earth regulates the temperature better."

"Makes sense." Hera acknowledged.

"Originally, our ancestors considered making the entire village underground, but a concern was brought up about living underground affecting the vision of future generations," Raimen interjected. "So that idea was scrapped in favor of a few rooms being subterranean. Such as bedrooms, a fresher, and a generator room. Since we aren't a major city, and the other villages aren't real close, each building has its own generator to supply power."

"Unless things changed since me and my folks left, there's also an underground tunnel system to get around during our storms. They lead to the different homes, shops, and the Zeison Sha Temple." Ezra added.

Raimen nodded. "Yeah, we still have those, speaking of which, we're expecting a severe storm in the next day or two."

As they made their way into the village square, it became evident that the villagers were staring at Zeb. Their expressions were a varied mix from curiosity to frightened as no one in the village has ever seen a Lasat before. Ezra smirked and gave Zeb a slight elbow. "I bet you get that reaction a lot big guy." Zeb rolled his eyes while the rest of the Ghost crew stifled a giggle, and Chopper chirped a laugh.

"Don't let it get to you… Zeb was it?" Raimen began. "You're the biggest being these people have seen. Most of them have heard of Wookies, for instance, but have never seen one. In your case, most have never even heard of a Lasat, except for maybe a rare few that have traveled the space lanes." He explained.

Galaar motioned for Ezra and Sabine to step back from the rest of the group, and they obeyed with a questioning look. "Those two have their accommodations already set. They'll be staying in Ezra's family home, as for the rest of you… as elected elder, I'm going to make a decision." Galaar's eyes traveled over the remaining four rebels. "We have a two bedroom available , and two one-bedroom residences for rental. As you are more or less Ezra's extended family. We Mandalorians have a saying, 'Aliit ori'shya tal'din', which means 'family is more than blood'. So, I'm going to do something I normally wouldn't do. I'm going to charge as a group at a great discount, how does twenty credits a week sound to you?"

Kanan rubbed his chin. "Does housing option impact the price?"

"Negative."

"Sure, we'll take the two one bedroom option."

"Very well, now for the last bit," Galaar turned his look upon Chopper. "Who's your droid going to stay with?"

"He'll stay with Zeb." Kanan replied.

"Aw come on Kanan, you can't be serious!" Zeb put his arms out pleadingly.

"And Chopper, you behave and leave Zeb alone, or you'll stay with the Ghost, we clear?"

Chopper let out a soft whining chirp. "I mean it Chopper, I don't want any problems here. I know how you can get, not with just Zeb, but all of us back on the ship."

Chopper chirped in accordance and rolled over to Zeb, looking up. He then extended an appendage in a handshake gesture. Zeb rolled his eyes. "Fine…" He slowly extended his hand, preparing him for a classic Chopper shock, and was surprised when it didn't happened.

"Ezra, I know it's been years, but do you remember where your family home is?"

"Yes, Uncle Raimen."

Raimen handed Ezra a keycard. "Here's the key. When I was informed of your visit, we cleaned out all the sand and dust." He turned to Kanan and the others next. "Follow me, and I'll show you to your residences. Afterwards, you can come back to the square to get some Yanibarian protective clothing, and provisionings for your homes." At that, he led the crew, sans Ezra and Sabine, to their residences while Ezra led Sabine to their house.

"Oh and Ez…" Ezra turned to face his uncle. Raimen took in each member of the crew except Chopper. "I forgot to mention, a new method of creating our protective clothing has been... gifted us, about two years ago or was it three?"

"It was three and a half." Galaar corrected. "And it's uhh… a bit awkward, but it won't take long." He laughed.

"How so, Galaar?" Hera asked.

Galaar grinned at the Twi'lek. "Oh, you'll see." He winked at the crew before turning away again.

"It'll be fine, I'm sure." Kanan sighed.

"Once you've settled, meet me in the square so that I can take you to get your protective clothing made." The crew nodded in acknowledgement, ready to get out of the heat.

Ezra waved goodbye before taking Sabine by the hand.. "We'll catch up with you later."

Zeb came up behind Kanan and Hera to wrap his arms around them. "Ain't that sweet." He chuckled lightly as the trio watched the young Mando'ade retreat hand in hand, with Sabine moving in closer to her husband. The girl still couldn't wrap her head around the fact she was married.

Ezra spared a glance at Sabine and smiled, he let his hand slip from hers to slip his arm around her shoulder. Sabine looked up at him with just the slightest tinge of pink, barely noticeable, in her cheeks. "Shi copad at tsikador gar riduur, gar won't really guuror te house. Vi, sa o'r Yanibarians cuyir rather drab, bal cuun homes cuyir pretty stark o'r contrast.(Just want to prepare you spouse, you won't really like the house. We, as in Yanibarians are rather drab, and our homes are pretty stark in contrast. )

Sabine nodded in understanding while .

Hera tilted her head and looked over at Raimen with a single, delicate green finger to her lips in thought. Once the kids were a good distance away, she addressed the elder Bridger. "Hey Raimen, what was Ezra like as a child?"

Raimen looked over at the Twi'lek and chuckled. "I honestly would've thought that's something Sabine would ask."

"Not our way," Galaar stated.

Raimen nodded and thought back. "Well, ever since Ezra was a baby, he was a bundle of energy, but as far as the Force aspect… I'd have to say not even the elders have seen anyone gifted with as much potential and strength with telekinetics as he was. Unfortunately, he didn't want to do anything with it. Instead, he spent almost all of his time shadowing Galaar, here. Pestered him incessantly about the Mandalorians, their customs, language, everything…" Raimen lowered his head, shaking it back and forth with hands on his hips.

"Hehe. At first, the boy was a nuisance," Galaar started. "But, he grew on me, and I decided to teach him all I could about what it meant to be a Mandalorian. Shortly before his parents left Yanibar, I felt his training from both me and the Zeison Sha was enough to send him out on his Verd'goten or, in Basic, the Mandalorian right of passage, when he was ten." The old Mando smiled at the memory. "He was to hunt down a voorncat. even back then, Ezra was spunky and always thought big. He didn't just return with a Vorncat, he returned with the carcass of the largest Vorncat Alpha Male I'd ever seen, which is also how he got that scratch under his eye."

"So he actually is a Mandalorian?" Zeb asked.

Galaar shook his head. "No, well, now he is, since he married Sabine. Ezra performed the Verd'goten, but being as he wasn't born Mandalorian, at his age, he would've needed to be adopted. I would've been proud to adopt him, but he had wonderful and caring parents. I really do miss Ivar and Annika."

"Even before his parents decided to leave Yanibar, we in the Zeison Sha tested Ezra as well. He didn't just excel at the Zeison Initiate tests, he passed the Zeison Sha Warrior tests as well. All at the age of ten. Thus, he was considered an adult both in the eyes of the Mandalorians, and Zeison Sha," Reiman added.

Hearing this, Hera gave Kanan an elbow to his ribs. "Hey, what's that for?" The man complained.

"Remember what I said about not knowing anything about Ezra during the talk about room changes."

Kanan nodded. "Yeah, you're right." The Jedi reluctantly admitted.

Raimen and Galaar stopped in front of a house where Reiman handed a keycard to Zeb. "This will be your home while you're here." Reiman looked Zeb over, head to toe. "Unfortunately, no one in the village is as big as you, so the bed might be a bit short." Reiman apologized.

"It's fine." Zeb accepted with a slight grumble in his voice.

Kanan patted his friend on the shoulder. "Cheer up, it's not like we'll be here forever."

"Yeah, I know." Zeb waved with one hand, then used the keycard with his other to enter the small home. As soon as he walked in, the lights turned on and self adjusted the interior brightness. "Karablast, don't the lights work better?" Zeb grumbled.

"Lighting works fine, if you need it brighter or lower, just say so?" A mechanical voice called out to Zeb's alarm.

"What the?" The Lasat ran outside. "Hey Reiman!" he called out.

"Something wrong?" The elder replied over the distance.

"You could say that. The blasted place is alive."

"I don't sense any presences." Kanan countered.

"You won't either, the homes here aren't alive," Galaar stated with a chuckle. "But, we did forget to mention there is a very minor A.I. in each home that maintains the place."

"Really?" Hera asked, the tips of her lekku twitching.

"Yes, the A.I.s aren't very powerful, they run minor things like lighting and such."

Zeb grumbled. "Take it easy big fella, we're bound to find things that are new to us. After all, none of us are familiar with this world." Kanan spoke softly, trying to calm his friend.

"Oh, the technology isn't of our doing… not entirely." Reiman explained. "A few years ago, we were visited by an unknown alien species, they claimed to be from beyond wild space. In exchange for harvest rights to an element unknown to us, they gave us some advanced technology to ease the hardships of Yanibar, and the they gave the small A.I.s an upgrade."

Kanan rubbed his chin in thought, worried that these aliens weren't as benevolent as they made themselves to appear. "What did these aliens look like?"

"Hrmm, let me see. They averaged between one point two, to one point five meters in height, (4-5 feet) their skin was pale blue, eyes a solid, pupiless black that when you looked into them you had this sense that they had the wisdom of the universe. Oh, and their hands had three digits with an opposing thumb, their arms were sinewy, but strong, their torsos were a bit stocky, their legs were a lot thicker compared to their arms,with feet that were much like their hands, only larger, and their hair… of the few we met, were either bald or had fine strands of… I guess a metallic silver color would be the most apt description." Reiman explained. "The aliens told us that they were scientists and explorers. The rare mineral that they discovered here on Yanibar is a fuel source they need, as their particular ship was an exploration vessel, and they've been away from home for three of our centuries. Always searching for new discoveries."

Kanan rubbed his chin while listening. "I know that you Zeison Sha are masters of telekinesis, but are there any amongst you that can use the sense aspect of the Force, like Ezra?"

"There are, and I see where you're going, and none of them were able sense any deception," Reiman answered.

"What were they called?" Asked Hera.

"They referred to themselves as Se' Malkians. They're rather strange, if the few we met are any indication of their species as a whole. They speak in the third person, always referring to their name," Reiman stated with an amused chuckle.

Zeb snorted in annoyance and reentered the small home. The A.I. turned on the lights. "Brighter." Zeb grumbled. He explored the home, finding the kitchen, a fresher, and living quarters upstairs, and a larger fresher and bedroom downstairs. The Lasat cautiously laid down on the bed to find that it was surprisingly comfortable, as expected though, the bed was too short, and his feet hung off the end at mid-calf. "Could be worse." Before Zeb realized it, he had drifted off to sleep.

Ezra led Sabine to a small, quaint mud home with the remnants of a small garden, and a weathered fence out front. "Here you go m'lady, Yanibarian homes offer the basic modern comforts with a built in Power Droid, all nicely bundled up in a primitive/modern hybrid exterior." Ezra stated, motioning to the house with a hand, and doing his best to sound like a realtor.

Sabine chuckled and walked in after Ezra swiped the keycard. Just like with Zeb, as soon as Sabine entered the home, the lights came on. "Looks guuror te kad'au cuyir, riduur." (looks like the candles are dying, spouse)

"The lights are fine, if you need them brighter just say so." A feminine mechanical voice echoed through the house.

"An yaim ganar gotal o'r minor A.I. ibac taylir te homes." (All homes have built in minor A.I.s, that preserve (or keep) the homes) Ezra explained walking into the house.

"Voice recognition complete. Welcome home, Master Ezra, has it really been five years?"

"Hi Ruby, how've you been?"

"Lonely, Master Ezra." The voice responded, sounding depressed.

"Bics gai cuyir Ruby?" (Its name is Ruby?) Sabine asked, eyebrows lifted at the ceiling as if she could see the A.I..

"Technically my name is RB-Y7, but the Masters have always called me Ruby." The disembodied voice responded.

"Gar jorhaa'ir Mando'a?" (you speak Mando'a) The Mando girl asked still shocked.

"Oh yes Master, part of my programming is translation. I'm programmed with over one and a half million forms of verbal communication. It's part of my education package." Ruby explained.

"Ni haa'taylir. Pirusti Ruby, gar liser Jor'chaajir ni Sabine." (I see. Well Ruby, you can call me Sabine." (I see. Well Ruby, you can call me Sabine.)

"Very pirusti, Master Sabine." (Very well, Master Sabine.)

Sabine rolled her eyes. "Bic's Sabine, shi Sabine." (It's Sabine, just Sabine.) The girl sighed with a slight shake of her head, and Ezra chuckled.

"Very well, lady Sabine."

Sabine let out a low growl. "Dinuir bic laam, riddur, shi guuror beskar'ad. Val're ke'gyce at sirbur Master." (Give it up, spouse, just like droids. They're programmed to say Master.) Ezra chuckled. "That'll be all for now Ruby."

"As you wish, Master Ezra."

Town Square

About an hour later, Kanan, Hera, Sabine, and Ezra met Galaar in the square, sans Zeb and Chopper. "Looks like your other two forgot to meet us." Galaar laughed.

Kanan sighed as he grabbed his comm. "Zeb, where are you?" After a minute of no response Kanan grumbled again.

Zeb and Chopper's residence

Chopper zoomed into Zeb's bedroom and chirped in annoyance when he found the Lasat still passed out, he rolled to the foot of the bed and extended his shock arm, jabbing Zeb in the foot with a medium level jolt. Zeb gave a high pitched shriek and tumbled onto the floor .

Chopper shook his appendages, beeping aggressively, and Zeb narrowed his eyes at the droid. "What the hell was that for Chop!" The Lasat growled as he rubbed his foot.

Chopper activated his holo projector replaying Raimen and Galaar telling the crew to meet back in the square. "Karablast!" Zeb grabbed his comm to check in. Within seconds, an annoyed looking Kanan answered, and Zeb launched into his apology. "Sorry Kanan, on my way, kinda fell asleep on the bed."

Village Square

Zeb ran through the village at full speed, trailing behind Chopper, who easily outpaced the Lasat. Finally, Zeb skidded to a halt and put his hands to his knees, breathing heavily after running full speed in Yanibar's blistering heat, sweat began pooling on the ground as the Lasat dripped perspiration from his pores like faucets.

"Easy big guy, you're not used to our heat, running like that could make you sick." Galaar cautioned with concerned.

Zeb hunched over and wheezed as he tried to gulp in some air.

"You alright big guy?" Sabine and Ezra asked simultaneously.

"I- I wish you- I wish you two would stop that…" Zeb wheezed. "It's unsettling."

The usually stoic Kanan couldn't help but laugh, followed by Hera, then everyone else, much to Zeb's chagrin.

"Doyen Raimen had a meeting at the temple, so I will be taking you to the clinic," Galaar began. "As you're new to Yanibar, and you, Ezra, haven't been here in years, I can already see the heat is getting to you, just not as bad as the others. Like we were explaining, there's a new technology given to us that will help you with the heat. Now, if you'll follow me."

Galaar led the Ghost crew to a rather plain and inconspicuous single story mud hut and motioned to the door with his hand. "This way if you will."

When everyone went in, the first thing that that became apparent was that the walls were lined with shelves with all sorts of miscellaneous equipment, but the floor was bare. No desks, tables, or even a chair could be found. Kanan narrowed his eyes at Galaar. "What's going on? Is this some sort of trap? Do you all work for the Empire?"

Come now Jetii, (Jedi) you of all people should know not everything is as it appears." Galaar chuckled. He tapped a button on his wrist, and the whole floor shifted, causing everyone to stumble. Then, the floor began to descend.

"There's a medical complex down here, this facility has some sort of highly advanced jammer preventing it from being discovered by scanners. Not even ship scanners could detect it. It's another gift from our secretive benefactors." Galaar explained.

"I don't know… sounds fishy to me." Kanan said skeptically, eyeing the old Mando.

Ezra rubbed his chin in thought, then looked up to the Jedi. "Kanan, think about it, you know how the Empire views aliens, right?"

"Yeah." Kanan agreed with a slight nod.

"How do you think the Empire would react if they came across an unknown alien species with technology more advanced than theirs?"

"They'd hunt them down and enslave them, stealing the technology for themselves." Hera stated. Zeb and Kanan nodded their heads in agreement.

"Exactly, thus the security." Galaar stated.

Unlike a typical elevator, the floor descended slowly, which made the journey seem like an eternity. As the shaft got darker, a circle of cyan light in the floor illuminated. "How far down are we going?" Kanan asked.

"About fifty meters." Galar responded. "Remember, Ezra told you about the village being connected underground? Well, the Se' Malkians reinforced the tunnel network, and created this lift."

"Wait, I just remembered something…" Kanan looked at Galaar with a scrutinizing eye

Galaar smirked. "Let me guess, you just realized that I'm a Skirata, and almost all Force sensitive Mandalorians are from Clan Skirata?"

Kanan noded.

"Yeah, I am. I'm untrained, but I can use the discipline you Jetiise call Sense."

"Did you or any of the Zeison with Sense abilities determine if the Se' Malkians were Force sensitive?"

Galaar shook his head. "No, from what we were able to determine, they're Force-Nulls."Kanan nodded.

The floor finally came to a stop, and a corridor started to illuminate. "Follow me," Galaar stated as he led the crew down the hall. As they traversed the network of reinforced tunnels, Kanan noticed multiple doors, with nameplates. Most of which were just a last name, which the Kanan presumed were residences. While others stated the names of the various shops.

Galaar finally came to a stop at a door that was simply labeled Clinic. "Here we are." He walked in, and they were greeted by a droid of unknown design. It stood at 1.8 meters tall, (6' - since Star Wars uses the metric system) it's chassis looked humanoid, unlike most protocol droids, and solid, it was metallic silver, almost platinum in color, and had two sets of arms, with an almost skull-like head. Instead of the typical two photoreceptor eyes, the droid had a multispectrum band built in where the eyes normally would be. If one didn't know any better, one could easily mistake the droid for a combat model.

"ST-Y4, we have some guests that need to be set up for the harsh environments."

"Very well, Galaar. Did you explain the process?"

The crew were shocked that it referred to Galaar by name, and not Master. "Wait, you didn't refer to Galaar as Master," Zeb voiced.

The droid turned to face Zeb, giving him a quick scan. "My good Lasat, I'm of Se' Malkian design. We aren't programmed to say Master… that would presume us to be slaves, and the Se' Malkians don't believe in slavery." ST-Y4 explained, managing to sound affronted. "Our central core is a limited A.I that allows us to learn and make decisions on our own. But fear not, I have have a built in program, that even my A.I can't crack, that prevents me from willfully hurting organics."

"Now, make yourselves comfortable as I will take you in one at a time." It looked over at Sabine, head tilting slightly. "Are you ready, young lady?"

Sabine raised a brow at the droid who didn't behave like a droid. "Yeah, I guess," She replied, then followed the it into another room that was devoid of anything save a weird piece of machinery in the center.

Once they were both inside the room, the doors closed with a hiss. "Now, if you'll be so kind to strip down."

This command took Sabine by surprise. She hesitated, remembering that she'd been warned about the awkwardness of the procedure, and grumbled silently at Galaar.. Sabine subconsciously turned around, putting her back to the droid as she stripped down. "Completely if you will," the droid remarked "You need to be naked from head to toe for the process."

Sabine sighed, bending to remove her boots and socks. She paused momentarily before shedding her bra and panties. The Mando girl then slowly turned, facing the droid with her face flushed, arms positioned in an attempt to protect her modesty.

"There's no reason for bashfulness, miss, I'm a droid after all," ST-Y4 stated monotonously.

Sabine lowered her arms and sighed. "I- I know."

ST-Y4 motioned to the machine, which opened up with a hiss. "Now, if you'll be so kind as to step inside." Sabine did as instructed, holding her head high, trying to appear more confident than she felt. "Arms out to the side parallel with the floor, and legs shoulder width please."

Sabine did as instructed, glaring at the machine she knew was going to enclose her. Red and green scanning beams shot out to trace her body. "What's it doing?" She asked, keeping her eyes straight.

"It's scanning you so that it can adjust to your frame, as well as monitor your vitals… speaking of which, you have an elevated heart rate for for a human." ST-Y4 observed.

Sabine rolled her eyes. "Of course I do, this isn't exactly a normal procedure for us."

At that, the machine sealed around Sabine. The interior walls looked like solid metal, then became gelatinous, surrounded by a silicone like substance that contoured to her body. Her body was bombarded by light invisible to the human eye, but Sabine squeezed her eyes shut anyway. After about three minutes, the machine hissed again as it opened.

ST-Y4 approached Sabine with a circlet. "Now, if you'll just put this on."

Sabine accepted the item and examined it. "What is it?"

"It's a device that will attune your brain waves to the bio nanites that were just infused into your body. They have a two-year lifespan, afterwhich, they harmlessly dissolve. While they're in your system, they monitor your body and help fight off disease and any other ailments. They have many other attributes as well, such as: helping to increase your immune system, speeding up healing at a cellular level, and as the main pre-programmed feature, will upon command, release a substance through your pores that will take on any fashion form except for something like armor, clothing only. The other main function is to keep the body acclimated to temperatures. Think of it as an internal enviro system similar to those in most power armor."

Sabine shook her head slightly, mouth agape, as she took in all the information. "Th- that's amazing," She exclaimed as she put the circlet on and closed her eyes. A few moments later, she reopened her eyes and looked herself over. She was now wearing a brightly colored teal and white sleeveless shirt that left her midriff exposed, and light grey hiphugger shorts that came to just above her knees. Sabine sat down on the floor to put her own socks and boots on, then handed the circlet back to ST-Y4.

"Now, if you'll send the next person in, perhaps the Twi'lek. Ladies first, after all."

Sabine nodded with a smile and exited the room. "You're turn, Hera."

Eyebrows raised at what Sabine was wearing."That doesn't look like what the Yanibarians wear…" Kanan observed.

"It's not, but you'll understand," the girl offered with a wink at Glalaar. The older Mandalorian chuckled and waved a hand for Hera to enter next.

Eventually everyone finished. Hera was wearing an outfit similar to Sabine's, but hers was full hiphugger non cargo style pants. Kanan wore a conservative vest and shorts, Ezra had on white shorts and sleeveless shirt with a large Mandalorian skull emblazoned on the front with a Zeison discblade in the background, and Zeb sported knee-length loose fitting pants and no shirt.

"That wasn't so bad," Ezra stated with a grin.

"Speak for yourself. I feel violated." Zeb grumbled, eliciting a laugh from everyone. Again, much to the Lasat's chagrin.

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