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A/N: Guess what, guys? I'm finally back! I meant to come back after my fall break, but clearly that was a mistake. I fell into writers' block quickly. And with finals and tons of work I had very little time to write. But now I'm back, and hopefully, it will stay that way for a while. I'm just bursting with ideas!

I've had this idea bouncing around my head for a while, and I wasn't going originally to do anything with it, but then I got a request for a crossover between the Bad Batch and Star Wars Rebels and got super excited about it! So, here we are now.

P.S. This fic does contain some shipping between Sabine and Ezra, but it's not relevant to the plot. I just think the two of them are cute together.

Chapter 1

Throughout the ship, sirens wailed.

"What's going on?" snapped Admiral Correk. So far, her assignment in the system had progressed smoothly. No rebels had discovered and interfered with the operation, and it was only a matter of time until she was rewarded for her success. Anyone who got in her way would pay for their mistake dearly.

"Ma'am," began one of her officers, "someone reported an unauthorized officer tapping into a databank somewhere on this ship."

"Pinpoint the origin."

"I'm afraid they are already fleeing. With a stolen file."

Correk's heart sunk. The rebels had no knowledge of her assignment. She was sure of it! It would be unlike them to send only one person. Unless… "What file?" She hissed, as the officer cowered under her glare.

"File Tremor. It's been removed from our database completely."

Grinding her teeth, Admiral Correk turned to another of her officers. "Find them."

The officer nodded quickly before turning on his heel and rushing away to alert others of the infiltrator's presence.

Slowly, Correk took a deep breath and turned back to the window. The officers were all staring at her. When she turned back around, they all averted their eyes. "Lieutenant, prepare the fighters." She ordered calmly. "This spy has got quite a bit of nerve if they think that they can escape us that easily."

It was another quiet day on the Ghost, meaning, not quiet at all. A crash down the hallway notified Sabine that Chopper, Ezra, and Zeb were at it again.

"Three… two…" Sabine counted down under her breath. "One." As she finished, she looked out the door to see the three of them fly down the hallway faster than a speeder bike, shouting all the while. Zeb might've been one of the oldest, but he was reduced to the maturity of a five-year-old whenever Ezra entered the room.

Chuckling to herself, she sprayed the finishing touches onto her newest piece, and stood up. As she tilted her head, she realized, yet again, something about it was off. She'd been trying for ages to figure it out, but the same thing happened each time. With a long groan, she knelt back down to examine it.

"Sabine!"

Surprised, Sabine shot to her feet again. She hadn't heard footsteps in the hallway. She quickly hid her artwork behind her. "Hey Ezra."

Curiously, Ezra tried to see behind her, before giving up. "Hera wants us all in the bridge."

"Why?"

"Don't know, but I'll see you there," Ezra grinned and shot her a silly, two-fingered salute, before disappearing down the hall.

For a moment, Sabine stared at the doorway where Ezra had stood. Abruptly, she shook herself out of her thoughts, forcing her stomach to quit its fluttering. What had changed in the last year? When had Ezra stopped being the immature, obnoxious Loth rat of a child that she had known?

The way he looked at her was the same, only a little more confident. But whenever he spoke to her… she felt a way she couldn't make sense of.

With a sigh, Sabine snatched up her helmet and shut the door as she left.

When she entered the cockpit, the others were already assembled. Even Chopper, despite his grumbling and complaining, was present.

"Glad you decided to join us," Kanan said, crossing his arms.

Sabine only rolled her eyes and took a seat. "What'd you call us here for?" She asked Hera, who deftly set the Ghost on autopilot and spun her chair around to face the group.

"We received a distress signal from another ship in this sector. They were using Republic codes. Chopper and I were barely able to crack and locate them before the signal cut off again."

"The Empire doesn't use those codes anymore," added Kanan. "You're sure it's no one we know?"

"Yes. I talked to Commander Sato; he isn't aware of any rebels working in this sector besides us."

Now Sabine was interested. The rebellion was always in need of new supporters. If they helped this possible ally, they might convince them to join the cause.

"We're going, right?" asked Zeb gruffly, taking the words right out of her mouth.

Hera paused. "That's really why I called you here. The Empire might not use Republic codes anymore, but there is still the possibility that this is a trap."

"I think we should go," Ezra said firmly. "If they need our help, we have to help them, trap or no trap."

As always, Ezra assumed the best of people. How had he managed to keep so much of his innocence, despite everything that had happened to him? In a way, Sabine envied him. Her past still haunted her every waking hour, no matter how hard she tried to forget. If it wasn't for her family, things would have been so much worse.

With a sigh Kanan agreed, "Ezra's right, but we shouldn't let our guard down. We should have a backup plan in case anything goes wrong."

Loudly, Chopper stated his very honest opinion.

"Yes, Chopper," Hera said wearily, "things never go according to plan. That's why we have backup plans."

The astromech was about to continue his grumbling, but Zeb interrupted him, "Where is this ally, anyways?"

"I traced the signal back to an old Republic medical station," Hera replied. "It hasn't been used since the Clone Wars, but I'm sure everything valuable was taken a long time ago."

Internally, Sabine was disappointed. She had hoped to restock on explosives soon, but if the place had already been looted, chances of finding any were slim.

"If we do gain an ally from this, it'll be worth it," Kanan said.

As Hera set the hyperdrive coordinates, her eyes were filled with concern.

"I hope you're right."

As they arrived at the coordinates, Hera scanned for any other ships. "I'm not picking up any Imperials on the scanners. I think you're good to go."

Hera maneuvered the Ghost to dock with the station. Before the group boarded the station, Hera faced them. "Be careful. Remember the plan, and hopefully we'll get a new ally," she said, nodding subtly to Kanan.

With a hiss, the Ghost docked onto the station. When the hatch slid open, Ezra cautiously stepped out into a dark, chilly hallway. Activating his lightsaber, he peered down into the seemingly endless corridor. Only their breathing and the occasional creak of the structure broke the endless silence.

"It's clear," he called back to Sabine, Kanan, Zeb and Chopper. Hera figured they might need the astromech to power up parts of the station, so she would keep an eye out for Imperials on her own.

How similar are these Republic stations? Ezra wondered, recalling another mission to an abandoned Republic medical station. He knew Jedi did not believe in luck or chance, but he still felt like it was a bad omen. The last time they went to a station like this, him, Zeb, Sabine, and Chopper had encountered the new inquisitors for the first time.

Ezra turned to Sabine to point it out, but she was already walking down one of the halls with the others. "Hey! Wait up!"

As they explored the dusty halls, Ezra and Kanan used their lightsabers to illuminate the darkness. Just like in the other station, the silence weighed on their shoulders. Ezra found it hard to believe that this place used to be bustling with clones just like Rex, fighting a war that spanned across the galaxy. Then again, they were fighting a war that spanned across the galaxy. They just didn't have nice medical stations, hundreds of Jedi Knights, and millions of trained soldiers on their side.

"Why couldn't they have told us where they are? This place is huge!" Ezra complained.

"If they stayed on the channel too long, the anyone could have pinpointed their location, including the Empire," Kanan explained.

Turning to face the others, Ezra said, "Well then, we could spit up. We'll find them faster that way."

Kanan paused before nodding reluctantly, "Alright. Ezra, you're with Chopper and Sabine. Zeb, you're with me. If anything happens, just alert the other group."

"Got it," Sabine said, and abruptly grabbed Ezra's wrist.

Blushing furiously, Ezra hid his face. As Sabine released him, Chopper let out a low chuckle and smacked him with a mechanical arm.

"Shut up, Chop," he grumbled, face still flushed. Chopper only sniggered again, dodged Ezra's punch, and hurtled past Sabine. With a groan, Ezra quickened his pace and joined Sabine.

Cautiously, the group explored hallway after hallway, peeking into each room they passed. Each room sent shivers down Ezra's spine.

Chopper suddenly whirred excitedly, hurtled around a corner, and vanished.

"Hey! Chopper, wait!" Ezra shouted. Ezra followed the beeping astromech down a hallway until they slowed to a walk. Ahead, Ezra could feel something, a presence that he didn't recognize. When Sabine joined them, Ezra gestured for silence. "There's someone in there," he whispered, pointing to a closed door a little way ahead.

She nodded, creeping to the far side of the door while Ezra stood on the other. Quietly, Sabine said into her comm, "Kanan, I think we found our contact. I'm sending you our coordinates."

After Sabine cut the comm channel, Ezra said, "we're not waiting for them to get here, are we?"

"Nope," Sabine replied, a mischievous grin audible behind her helmet. She put up three fingers and Ezra clutched his lightsaber. He wanted to trust whoever this was, but experience had taught him to always be prepared for a fight.

Two... one!

Sabine hit the control panel. In one movement, they dashed inside.

And Ezra's stomach fell.