A/N: This chapter is dedicated to V, one of my long-time dedicated readers who I appreciate very much. 3

Mando Marries Jedi:

Sabine couldn't contain herself anymore. Ezra looked so kriffing hot right now, all sweaty and dirty and half naked. And he'd just called her beautiful and challenged an entire camp full of warriors for her. Every cell in her body screamed that she needed to touch him. Kiss him. Hold him. NOW!

She thrust the bundle of clothes and weapons at Kanan, trusting he'd catch them before they hit the ground, and then ran over to Ezra with the sound of the older Jedi's chuckles ringing behind her. What would have been two steps away from her snarky, badass Jedi, she launched herself at him, also trusting that she would be caught.

Ezra's eyes widened only for a moment when he saw her flying at him before he was grinning and his arms were holding her securely against him and all four of her own limbs were holding him back just as tightly.

"You were shabla fantastic!" she gushed before pulling his head to hers and kissing him with all the passion and adrenaline the fight had inspired in her, completely uncaring of their audience. After a brief, 'ummmph,' of surprise, he was kissing her back just as desperately. Their mouths were so fused together and tongues so entwined, she doubted that even the mysterious and all-powerful Force could part them.

Which was exactly how it should be if one had actually found their cyar'ika.

Kanan's eyebrows rose as the two teenagers' Force signatures almost literally merged into just one being, their colours blending together in perfect harmony. Intriguing. So that's what a fully formed soulmate bond looks like. I'll have to ask Ezra one day if Hera and I look the same.

Speaking of Hera…

He turned slightly towards Chopper - a roughly cylindrical blob of gold energy that was projecting a faint blob of blue energy in front of himself, which was Hera's hologram. Aside from the odd gasp and exclamation of dismay, she had been fairly quite during the fight. Now she made a humming sound of amused satisfaction as she watched the very public display of affection their 'kids' were putting on.

"This doesn't bother you at all, does it?" he asked over the sound of multiple people whooping and cheering Ezra and Sabine on. (Including Ketsu, who was radiating such smug satisfaction beside him that he had to wonder if she'd had a bet on the outcome of the fight or even if Sabine would ever give in to Ezra's blatant worship.)

"No. Not now. If they'd started making out like that back when Ezra first joined us, it probably would have been a different story. I probably would have freaked out on them. But now… I know that they earned each other's love the hard way and that they deserve to be happy after everything they've been through."

Kanan couldn't help but think, So did we and so do we. Right? He kept that to himself, not wanting to stir up old arguments about duty over happiness. "Yeah, they do. It's hard to accept that they're growing up and leaving us, though. Again, in Sabine's case."

"That's what children do, love," Hera said, a hint of mourning in her tone.

Kanan hugged Ezra's things to his chest just a little bit tighter. "Yeah, well, if we have a kid of our own, I'm declaring here and now that I'm probably going to be a mess when they hit the stage where they don't need us anymore based on what I'm feeling right now."

Chopper's dome swivelled towards him so that he was recording Kanan instead of the kids, making chortling beeps.

"Funny, you don't look like a mess," Hera's sweet voice teased a moment later.

"Hah."

"All that Jedi stoicism being put to good use again?" she laughed.

"Something like that."

Kanan went back to focusing on the swirling, happy, signatures of Ezra and Sabine, and sighed, releasing the sense of loss into the Force, and thus easing the tightness in his chest. Somewhat.

I'm going to miss them.

Dawcyk mentally shook his head to himself as he retrieved his top and armour from his friends and put them back on. While enduring slaps on the back and consoling words of, "Jate kebbur, burc'ya," he watched Sabine and Ezra out of his peripheral vision, not quite able to gaze upon them full on because it made him feel like an absolute idiot.

Seeing them now, locked together like that, like they were never going to stop kissing the other short of a meteor crashing beside them or some other massive tragedy, he could see that his quest to win Sabine had been futile from the start. They truly loved each other, and a bond like that just wasn't something one should mess with.

On the other hand, Dawcyk had finally figured out what Sabine's weakness was; her Jedi. If anyone were ever to exploit that fact, they would have some serious leverage against her. He assumed it was safe to think the same could be said for the Jedi. To love that much, you opened yourself up to a great deal of possible pain. But it just might be worth it, he decided, seeing the newly married couple pause for breath and just stare at each other like they'd found their own personal slice of heaven.

Now all I need to do is find my own piece of heaven. i hoped she's as badass as the new Countess Wren.

Sabine reluctantly pulled back from Ezra's mouth when the need for air was making her feel lightheaded. Or maybe that was just how much overwhelming love she was feeling right now. (She was fairly certain Ezra was projecting his love at her too. Not that she minded. At all.) She smiled at him beatifically. "Ni kar'tayl gar darasuum sa pirusti, Ezra Bridger. You just keep surprising me and I gotta say, I think I like it."

Ezra returned her smile, brushing a strand of her brightly dyed hair off her forehead as his other arm tightened around her back, somehow hugging her even closer to his chest. (He was going to have the outlines of her armour embedded in his skin at this rate.) "I have one more thing to surprise you with, my cyar'ika."

"You do?"

"Yeah," he flashed her a cheeky grin and then she could see him visibly gather up his courage, giving her just enough time to suck in a breath as she realized what he was about to do. And then the words wore pouring out of his mouth, somewhat sloppily, and not necessarily in the correct cadence or accent, but they were recognizable nonetheless. "Sabine... Mhi solus tome, mhi solus dar'tome, mhi me'dinui an, mhi ba'juri verde."

Her heart forgot every second beat, she was positive, as she listened to him. And was still skipping oddly as she repeated the Mandalorian marriage vows back as soon as he was done. "Ezra... Mhi solus tome, mhi solus dar'tome, mhi me'dinui an, mhi ba'juri verde."

They stared at each other, just stared, awed by what they has just done.

I'm married! Actually married!

Ezra's lips curled up and he touched his forehead to hers. "Yeah, you are, beautiful. To me, thank the Force."

She giggled. "No one else, Ez'ika, worry not." And then she was kissing him again and the whole world floated away as he spun them in joyous, laughing circles.

The crowd had been leaving, but word spread quickly that the Jedi was spouting proper wedding vows. They rushed back and cheered loudly when Sabine sealed the vows with another minutes long kiss. Someone started up a chant of, "Wren! Wren! Wren!" and soon the whole camp was ringing with the combined voices of many different clans all chanting for the Countess and her new consort.

Fenn nudged Alrich and nodded with his chin at the couple at the centre of the chanting circle. "See. I told you you'd get grandbabies soon," he teased.

Alrich turned his suspiciously shiny eyes (which Alrich pretended not to notice) up to his new friend and smiled shakily. "My daughter has done well. I wish Ursa and Tristan were here to see this."

Fenn clasped the man's shoulder comfortingly, expression falling into serious. "Perhaps they are. Who knows what they get to see from the bounds of the Afterlife?"

Alrich's smile brightened considerably. "I like that thought. Thank you." And then the smaller man smirked and flicked his gaze at Bo. "You going to follow the young ones' example?"

Fenn followed Alrich's line of sight and nearly sighed like a lovesick boy before he strangled it back. Bo was so shabla hot and badass, all he wanted to do was pick her up again and pin her to the nearest flat surface for a month straight. "At the earliest opportunity that doesn't feel like I'm just copying the kids."

"Good."

Bo-Katan watched the young people and tried to stifle the ensuing pang of envy, but wasn't very successful. Yes, she'd found her own cyar'ika – a man she looked over at and found him looking back at her with his heart in his stunning glacier ice eyes; her own stuttered in her chest – but it was a good thirty or so years later than Sabine had found hers. Stars willing, the girl would get that many more decades with her soulmate than she and that was hard not to be a little jealous of.

On the other hand, Sabine and her chosen would constantly be challenged and questioned, what him being a Jedi, no matter how easy he was to like. There would always be someone out there who refused to let go of old prejudices until Ezra proved them wrong. At least I'll never have to defend my choice of consort to every idiot that struts by.

Or not… she thought with surprise as the crowd started chanting the Wren name. Interesting. Maybe my people are ready for change. Too many years under the rule of the Empire has made them more cognizant of who their real enemies are these days.

They sure seem to like Sabine a lot more now.

Maybe a little too much.

Especially considering she has a better claim on the Darksabre than I do. Why did I accept it without earning it through honourable combat the way I should have? I hope that doesn't come back and bite me on the ass later.

I better get control of this crowd before later becomes now.

Bo ignited the Darksabre and raised the buzzing, nearly-impossible-to-ignore weapon above her head and waited.

It didn't take long for everyone to notice.

The hundreds of warriors gradually hushed and turned their attention to her. Even the newly married couple parted and turned to her respecfuly, only their joined hands keeping them together now. She made sure to meet as many peoples' eyes as she could before calling out, "Yesterday was a day of tragedy. Today is a day of triumph. But our tomorrow is not yet certain."

Bo let that sink in before continuing. "We finally stand together as a united Mandalore again, but we know that the Empire is not going to let this go lightly. In fact, we just got word from the Rebellion that they're already assembling a fleet just beyond our space to teach us a lesson. But we're not going to stand for it, are we?!" she finished with, voice ringing as she shook the Darksabre.

"NO!" the warriors yelled back as one.

She smiled proudly. "So here's my next decree as your Mand'alor. Finish your feast, then go home and rally your people. The Empire wants a war, then we're going to give it to them! And before they start moving into our space! To give everyone time to assemble, we'll attack and surround their fleet in thirty hours!" Bo-Katan's voice rang loud and true across the camp and people cheered again until she raised the Darksabre again for silence. "Now, eat and rest so you can fight again tomorrow, knowing in your hearts that Mandalore will always reign triumphant against its foes!"

The cheers of her fellow Mandalorians were deafening as Sabine held Ezra's hand in a death grip.

Thirty hours. I only have thirty hours to go home and take care of the necessary ceremonies and fully seal my marriage to Ezra.

It's not enough time.

She looked up at Ezra as he squeezed her hand, his eyes saying he would support her until the very end. She swallowed down the lump in her throat and smiled bravely back. But it's going to have to be.

Mando'a translations:

Jate kebbur, burc'ya – Good try, buddy (friend)

Mhi solus tome, mhi solus dar'tome, mhi me'dinui an, mhi ba'juri verde. - We are one when together, we are one when parted, we will share all, we will raise warriors.

Ni kar'tayl gar darasuum - I know you in my heart forever. (Or literally; I hold in my heart you forever.)

Sa pirusti – As well, too.