Return to Camp:

It had only been six hours since they'd left camp and now they were back and Bo could barely believe everything that had been accomplished in that time.

Sundari was theirs.

Mandalore was theirs.

The last Saxon tyrant was gone along with a very worrisome weapon.

They now had control of five Star Destroyers, with their Imperial crews already in the process of being replaced with loyal Mandalorians.

And her people all across Mandalorian space were rallying together and fighting back against Imperial occupation.

It was frankly mindboggling.

And so far, their loses had been minimal, with only one Kom'rk taking a fatal hit and about a dozen of the unshielded Fang fighters losing battles to enemy TIEs, but their side had won and the deceased would be celebrated and remembered for dying an honourable death.

Now, if only she didn't have the ticking time-bomb of Darth Vader's wrath hanging over her head to prevent her from truly basking in the victories. Everything they just fought for was going to be tested in approximately three hours if Vader had left Coruscant as soon as he'd been informed of Saxon's demise, and she had no doubts that he had.

But for now, everyone not taking over important command positions on an ISD had been ordered to take a two hour break for some food and relaxation time. They had three original captains who had been happy to switch sides, leaving only two of the most important positions to be filled. Kar had jumped at the chance to be the commander of such a massive ship, taking over from the annoying shabuir, Tigfeld, who Kanan had very happily knocked out at the earliest opportunity. And the last captain had been replaced by someone from clan Elder who just happened to already be second-in-command on the fifth ISD.

Now, Bo exited the Kom'rk that had picked her up along with Kanan, his droid, the ex Imperial Super Commando captain, and a few others. She looked around her camp as ships landed all around it; there was only a few people gathered in the center area so far, but they were already working on setting up tables for a celebratory feast. (Of course, they're going to celebrate what they've already won. No threat of another battle to come is going to ruin a Mando's good mood. Inspire it, more like.) "I need to assign someone to make sure the alcohol stays in short supply. Don't need a bunch of drunken Mandos fighting round three," she said more to herself than anything.

She was answered anyway.

"Oh, come on, Duchess," Kanan said with a teasing grin as he disembarked beside her. "I thought you Mandos could fight under any circumstances."

Bo glanced at the handsome, unmasked Jedi, the scars across his milky eyes not as bad as she'd expected when she'd first seen him without it, and smirked a little. "While that may be true, there's still a question of the quality of the fighting that occurs when you get us drunk enough."

He chuckled as he stepped off the ramp and aimed for the red and black Kom'rk that was just landing some distance away due to how many ships had already taken prime spaces, then nodded his bearded chin over his shoulder. "Then you might want to do something about them."

Starting to get used to how the blind Jedi seemed to know exactly what was happening all around him despite how impossible it seemed, Bo looked in the direction indicated and sighed. A pack of clan Ordo warriors had disembarked their ship, whooping, and carrying a huge cask of what she hoped was only mead and not the much more potent Kri'gee ale that could knock out most humans with only two mugfuls. Three ships over, another group of her own warriors had the same idea. "Shab, I'll be lucky if these di'kute can still see straight by the time the next wave of fighting starts."

"Haha. Have fun with that," he called over his shoulder, the orange astromech beeping out evil sounding chuckles.

"Thanks," she grumbled and then moved to go start organizing the chaos and to make an attempt at reining in victory and adrenaline high Mandos who'd been suppressed for too long to even think about.

A veritable sea of warriors were pouring out of their ships now, and these were only some of them. The rest had chosen to join the party taking place in the streets of Sundari where the food and the bars could be found.

We're doomed.

Seeing the new Mand'alor looking somewhat overwhelmed as she spun in a circle, Jett jogged a few steps to catch up with her. "Do you need help?"

Bo gave a pointed once-over to the white armoured Mando who'd very kindly left his men behind, scattered on the Star Destroyers as enforcers if their new prisoners got out of hand. "Sure. But not dressed like that. They're more likely to shoot you than anything." She indicated a tent two over from the central command one. "That's Kar's tent. I'm sure he won't mind if you borrow a tunic. You look about the same size. Go ditch all that Imperial white until you can get a new bodysuit that doesn't have the symbol of the Empire on it and some paint to restore your clan colours."

Jett blinked and then nodded his helmeted head. "Yes, My Lady. Thank you."

She shot him a fleeting and distracted smile, her attention already on a million other things. "Just trying to keep as many of my people alive as possible, Captain Hark."

"I appreciate that. I'll be back as fast as I can manage."

Bo only nodded once before she set off for the crowd gathering in the eating area, already downing shots in the name of Mandalore and herself.

The second Ezra landed his Gauntlet on the dry, hard-packed dirt, Fenn was out of his chair and striding out of the cockpit, clearly a man on a mission, as he exited with a vague, "I'll just go see if she needs any..."

Sabine snorted as his voice trailed off before the older Mando even finished his sentence, and then the door closed behind him, cutting off whether or not he continued it. She rose from her chair and came to lean over Ezra's, wrapping her arms around his shoulders from behind as he powered down the ship. "That poor man has it so bad."

Putting a hand over her crossed forearms, Ezra twisted a bit to look up at the girl who had stolen his heart the first time he saw her, a rueful, crooked grin on his face. "He's not the only one."

"Oh?" she purred, leaning down further to press an appreciative kiss to his cheek.

"Yeah." Ezra's brilliant blue eyes sparkled with mischief. "Kanan is even worse when it comes to Hera."

Sabine narrowed her eyes at his teasing and tightened her arms around his neck threateningly. "Kanan, hunh?"

Ezra's grin grew. "Yep. Kanan."

"Why, you little…" she sputtered in pretend outrage, at least until Ezra suddenly pulled her around so she sprawled across his thighs and his strong arms wrapped around her waist like a warm cage. She gasped in surprise, but even that was cut off as he stole the sound with his mouth.

She hummed in approval into his heated kiss, prompting him to pull back and smile at her, his eyes shining with more than mirth now. "And me. I'm the most gone of all us pathetic males."

She wrapped her arms around his neck again, running the tips of her rounded nails through his soft, buzz cut hair lightly, thankful for her open-fingered gloves. "Is that so?"

Ezra shivered under her, eyelids falling slightly. "Most definitely," he said huskily. One hand fell to her hip, pulling her closer against him, and the other rose to trace a gloved thumb over her cheekbone and brush the pale and lilac hair back behind her pretty little ear. She leaned into his touch. Both of them. And he thrilled that she responded that easily to him. "Because I'm the only one who has an actual warrior goddess in his lap."

"Flatterer," she whispered, cupping the back of his head, beyond pleased and feeling like her love for this boy was going to pour right out of her, she was so full with it. Sabine captured his hovering mouth by grasping his bottom lip in her teeth for a moment, which made his breath catch, and then she kissed him properly, all but permanently melding their lips together and stealing his exhale.

Ezra's mental circuits gave up when she curled her tongue around his and he groaned like he was in pain. He groaned again when he felt her scooch her rear end over another millimetre so that her thigh was now pressed against his rapidly inflating trouser bulge.

Ori'jate. Sabine smiled into their kiss before getting serious again. Ner Jetii, she thought possessively.

Ezra heard that one, she broadcast it so loud. He'd never been happier to be claimed in his life. He pulled his mouth from hers again, panting. "Elek. Gar Jetii. Gare." He planted kisses along her jaw and down her neck with each word.

Sabine closed her eyes again as ripples of pleasure at his words and kisses travelled through her. "You're learning fast."

"Can when I'm inspired," Ezra said, finding a sweet smelling spot behind her ear that felt like velvet to his tongue.

Sabine moaned. Shab, that feels amazing. Her hands tightened on his head and tugged him back up to her mouth. "I'll show you inspired," she whispered. And then their mouths were meshed together again and their tongues were dueling and her blood was singing through her veins better than any battle or explosion had ever done for her.

The door to the cockpit opened.

A second later, without even removing her mouth from Ezra's - who had jumped slightly at the sound - Sabine had a blaster in her hand and pointed at the suicidal moron who'd decided to interrupt her precious alone time with her chosen mate.

"Whoa!" Kanan's voice said, more amused sounding than anything. "You want five more minutes, I can give you five more minutes. But I need to talk to Ezra."

Huffing into the suddenly frozen mouth she was attached to, Sabine holstered her blaster and pulled away only to rest her forehead against Ezra's. "Kriff."

"My thoughts exactly," he muttered back.

Laughing softly once, she kissed him on the nose and then stood. Scooping up her colourful helmet from the floor beside the co-pilot seat, she said to Ezra, "I want to go find my father and Ketsu anyway. Come find me when you're done with your chat."

Ezra caught her hand and squeezed it before she could leave. "I will."

They exchanged dopey smiles that Sabine was very glad Kanan couldn't actually see, and then she paused as she passed the smirking Jedi who was leaning up against the side of the doorway with crossed arms. "This mood killing trend better not become a habit, Kanan," she warned, narrowing her eyes at him.

Kanan held up his hands in surrender, mouth twitching. "Wouldn't dream of it. Hera's been wanting you two to get together since forever. She'd kill me if I ruined it."

Ezra had spun his chair the rest of the way around to watch her leave, elbows on knees and chin on fists. A wide grin curled the scars on his cheek upwards. "If that's the case, I say we let him interrupt us a few more times. It's been a while since I've heard Hera give him a good yelling, I kind of miss it."

Kanan gave his Padawan a disgusted look. "What happened to male solidarity?"

Ezra shrugged. "Flew out the airlock with my pride and backbone," he said with a pointed look at Sabine.

Kanan laughed and Sabine stuck her tongue out at the blue eyed comedian.

"I suppose I'm on my own now," Kanan said good-naturedly.

"You still have Chopper," Sabine said helpfully as she continued out the door.

"Not a chance. Exchanging fluids via mouths or other bodily orifices is such a disgusting organic practice," Chopper beeped as she passed him too.

Sabine rolled her eyes as she heard Ezra choke on a snort behind her. Kanan was probably face palming, but she wasn't taking the time to look. "And snarky, annoying droids get their memories wiped," she warned.

"You wouldn't!" the ancient astromech beeped in an alarmed tone at her back as she continued down the corridor.

"Try me, rustbucket!" she called back, smirking at winning that round.

"No one messes with my Mando girl," she heard Ezra say proudly just before the door closed.

Sabine grinned. Nope.

Mando'a translations:

Elek = Yes.

Gar = You, your.

Gare = Yours.

Jetii = Jedi.

Ner = My, mine.

Ori'jate = Very good, excellent. As close to slang words like Sweet or Nice as Mando'a gets.