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To ODST Ezra B: I have never seen/read either the Maze Runner or G.I. Joe.

Almost three days later…

Sabine woke up to the sound of what sounded like an X-Wing landing. Slowly, she swung herself down, pulling on her boots and fastening her weapons belt. She was wearing sweatpants and a black tee shirt. She noticed Ezra wasn't in his bunk, directly under hers. Not quite surprising, considering he usually got up before her.

Casually, Sabine walked through the door of the room. Outside, there was nobody. Down the ramp were a couple people, however, Ezra among them. He also wore casual clothes.

Outside, several X-Wings had landed. All of them bore either red or blue markings. One of the pilots looked vaguely familiar. As the cockpit opened, Sabine realized why.

The pilot climbing down the boarding ladder was Luke Skywalker. The hotshot pilot that destroyed the Death Star. Now a Lieutenant Commander in the Alliance. All because of a medal. Jesus.

His rank was equal to Sabine and Ezra's, then. Sabine didn't come to the realization until Luke greeted them officially.

"Hello, Ezra, Sabine," he said, shaking their hands individually.

"What brings you here, Luke?" Ezra asked.

"Official Rebellion business. While you two were here, Yavin had to be evacuated, and the Imperial fleet here was pulled away. So, congratulations. You two were the ones who found the new Rebel Alliance Base," Luke answered, smiling.

"Well, fantastic, I guess," Sabine said.

Luke nodded and continued on, greeting the remaining Rebels. The next person Ezra and Sabine saw was Wedge Antilles. He walked towards them with his usual saunter.

"Hey, Ezra! Hey, Sabine!" He didn't quite shout, but it certainly wasn't all that quiet either. Not that the reception was quiet, though.

"Wedge!" Ezra called back, high-fiving one of his best friends outside of the Spectres. Sabine just flashed a grin at Wedge. He was like a brother to her and Ezra.

"How you two been doing?" Wedge asked in his usual friendly demeanor.

"Well enough," Sabine answered. "Attacked by nine Sith, Ezra's dad got shot, and we've completed our mission. So, yeah, we're doing okay."

"Your dad got shot, Ezra?" Wedge responded, concerned.

"In the shoulder, yeah. He's recovering," Ezra answered. He was somewhat touched by Wedge's concern for his dad.

"Well, that's good," Wedge said sympathetically.

"What brings you here, Wedge?" Sabine asked. "Aside from the new Rebel Base and all. What got you into a squadron with Luke Skywalker?"

"You know the attack on the Death Star?"

"Yeah."

Well, Luke was in Red Squadron with me. We were the only two survivors of our squadron, so High Command merged us with Stealth Squadron. Now, we're called Rogue Squadron. Luke's the Squadron Commander," Wedge explained. "It's a longer story, but I won't bore you with details."

"Thank you," Sabine said.

"So, your ship. How's it handle?" Wedge asked next. He had helped retrofit the Starhawk when they had gotten to the base the first time. It had been manufactured during the Clone Wars, so there was a lot to do.

"Much better than it did. And those guns also help. Shred TIEs just like you said," Ezra responded. The retrofit had definitely improved the fighter's combat skills, along with almost everything else. The stealth system made the fighter a ghost (sorry, unintentional pun) but the weapons gave it knives. Sabers. Blasters.

"Told ya," Wedge said, winking. He really had a way with fighters. Or bombers, for that matter. Frankly, if it flew, he was at least adept with it.

"Thanks, by the way," Sabine said.

"For the weapons? No problem."

"Thanks anyway."

They talked about the ship for a while, until several GR-75 transports began the descent to the surface.

"Well, I'd better help with unpacking," Wedge said. Obviously, someone else was vying for his attention, but his excuse was fair, so neither Ezra nor Sabine called him out on it.

"What do you think?" Ezra asked Sabine after Wedge left.

"Yeah, he's definitely crushing on somebody," Sabine responded, nodding. "Shall we find out?"

"After you, my lady," Ezra said, with a mock bow in her direction.

"Shut up."

Three weeks later…

The Jedi and the Mandalorian snuck through the halls unintentionally, following Wedge loosely. The deep crowd masked their movements excellently. The fact that Wedge wasn't expecting followers helped as well.

The entryways to the hangar were massive affairs, reinforced with durasteel. Already, the rebels had installed a large hangar door. It opened into the ground, giving way to a massive subterranean base that rivaled the expansiveness of Yavin Base.

"Okay, Wedge is going to the hangar," Sabine reported over the comm both rebels wore. Ezra wore it on his wrist, while Sabine had it built into her helmet.

"Copy," Ezra responded, keeping their target in site.

Wedge was oblivious as he entered the hangar to help unload the new GR-75s that had just arrived. One of them was still touching down.

"He's heading for the far left transport," Sabine told Ezra.

"Copy," Ezra responded again.

Wedge started for the far left transport, which also had a girl heading for it. She had medium length dirty blonde hair, which was held in a ponytail. She had a very demure manner about her, but she wasn't shy. Sabine had gotten to know her well a few weeks ago, and had introduced Ezra formally yesterday. Her name was Taren. Apparently, she was partially Mandalorian, from her grandmother.

Ezra walked towards the freighter on the right of the one where Wedge would work. He didn't want to make it obvious that he was tailing Wedge, so he wouldn't work next to him.

It was fairly normal work. Just carrying boxes and such. But, as Ezra moved the boxed tools and rations, he snuck glances to were Wedge was working.

He was also moving boxes, but right now he was in a reasonably animated conversation with Taren. Sabine was standing nearby, helping a different rebel, but she was close enough to overhear the conversation. She had a recorder in her pocket and was making sure to record the conversation, mostly to figure out if Ezra's theory about him and Taren was correct.

"Okay, they're moving apart," Ezra said into his wrist comm.

"I can tell. Do I follow?" Sabine responded.

"Negative. Finish up and RTB."

"Copy."

Five minutes later…

"So, what did you pick up?" Ezra asked, barely able to contain his curiosity.

"Babe, chill. I'll get to it," Sabine teased.

Ezra didn't look convinced. "Really?"

"Alright, fine," Sabine said, with feigned reluctance.

Sabine plugged the disk of the recording into a small holoterminal. Immediately, sound came out. Most was just awkward banter. But near the end, one line caught Ezra's attention.

"So… see you tonight?"

The recording ended there. Ezra looked at Sabine, the question obvious.

"So, what caught your eye?" Sabine asked. She had caught the final line too, and was wondering if Ezra had as well.

"The final line," Ezra replied after a moment's hesitation. "The one where Wedge said 'see you tonight.'"

"I think I know where he'll go," Sabine said. She played back the message.

"I've been dying to see Halo!" Taren was saying.

"Actually, the movie theater is playing it tonight. Do you want to go?"

"Yes. Yes. And in case you didn't hear the first time, yes."

"Alright. I'll get us tickets. It's at 2100 hours." (Nine o'clock)

"So, now the question is: do we spy on their date?" Ezra asked. Sabine glared at him.

"No! That's something you don't do, Ezra!"

Ezra smiled a little and held his hands up defensively. "Okay," he half chuckled.

"You better not, Ezra," Sabine said, still glaring.

"I won't," Ezra responded as honestly as he could. He stared into Sabine's angry eyes, which melted under his truthful gaze. She could never stay angry at Ezra unless he was angry as well. And that had only happened once.

"You better not."

The next day…

"Hey, Wedge," Sabine called, seeing the pilot exiting the breakfast line. He looked a little tired, most likely from the movie. It was relatively early as well, about six in the morning, so that might have contributed too.

"Hi, guys," Wedge responded, sitting down across from the Mandalorian and the Jedi. Obviously, he had several things on his mind, but as usual, he needed some prodding to open up.

"So, how was your date with Taren?" Ezra asked, completely disregarding subtlety. Instantly, Wedge blushed.

"What?" the pilot asked. "What date?"

"Don't play dumb, Wedge. We have recorded proof that you went on a date with Taren," Sabine half teased. "Now, spill it!"

Wedge felt like he was under a light in one of the cells of the base, with Sabine Wren the interrogator asking him questions.

"What recorded proof?" Wedge was stalling for time now.

"A diskette," Ezra answered, not giving much away.

"Wait.. did you two follow me to the movie?"

Sabine and Ezra looked at each other quickly, then said in unison, "We can neither confirm nor deny any or all of the above statements." It was an old spy trick: talk fancy.

Unfortunately, Wedge had a little more in his skull than most Imperial interrogators. He knew what that meant. A little groan escaped from his mouth. "Great. You saw me and Taren on a da-" Wedge quickly shut up, but not before he gave away too much information.

Sabine put one hand on her chin, so her chin was in between her thumb and forefinger. "Were you going to say a 'date,' Wedge?" she asked slowly.

Wedge hesitated, then nodded meekly, with a bit of defeatism in his voice.

"Well, looks like we were correct," Ezra said to Sabine. "Don't worry, Wedge. We won't tell anybody."

"Thanks," Wedge said, smiling slightly.