Jarik POV...

I strode through the corridor's of the Ghost slowly, heading in the direction that Hera gave me to Sabine's room. Find the correct door, I raised a hand and knocked on it.

"Who is it?" Sabine's voice asked from inside.

I hesitated a moment before responding. "Jarik Shan."

There was silence for a several moments, and I could sense Sabine's anger spike increasingly within moments. She then opened the door, one of her blaster pistols held by her side, glaring at me.

"What do you want?!" she demands coldly.

"To talk," I simply answered in reply.

"I don't want to talk to you," she stated.

I shrugged. "That's true. You'd much rather scream at me."

Sabine's eyes flashed with a brief hint of rage. "If you're just gonna joke around, and don't have anything important to say, then you can leave the Ghost right now!" she exclaimed.

I pinched my nose in frustration, shaking my head with a sigh. "Look, Sabine, I understand why Mandalore hates me, and I'm not going to argue with your reasons why, considering the pride Mandalorians hold for their culture, specifically the warrior parts."

She scoffed, crossing her arms. "What of it?"

"Just give me a chance to have a conversation with you, ease the tension between us. Whether you like it or not, things are changing, and we're going to be working together more in the future." I told her. "Just don't let your hatred of my family get in the way of fighting the Empire."

Sabine glared angrily at the wall, kicking it lightly to express her annoyance, but she was at least listening, which was a good sign. Finally she sighed, and gave a quick jerk of her head, moving out of the way to let me enter. "Fine. We'll talk."

I smiled gratefully at her, and entered the room. She walked past me, sitting down on her bed while I took a glance around, astounded by the art. The whole room was essentially a giant graffiti fest, not many places left clear of art on the walls. I saw a few paintings of the crew, loth-cats, other animals, and a few anti-stormtrooper signs, along with other people. Then I noticed two certain drawings that caught my attention.

"Is that Cad Bane?" I asked curiously.

She looked at me in confusion, turning her gaze towards the picture on the wall, which had a picture of a Duros head wearing a large hat, puffed up on smoke. "Yeah, it is. You've met him before?" she asked warily.

I scoffed. "Met him? I kicked him in the face once. The guy is irritating."

She eyed me, still very suspicious and angry, but also a hint of curiosity in her gaze. "Huh," she said simply.

"Really nice art by the way, I'm not nearly as good," I comment, gazing around the room again.

"Are you trying to flatter me so that I'll treat you nicer?" she demands in irritation.

"Yes I am," I said bluntly, much to her surprise. "Doesn't mean it isn't true."

She stares at me, not expecting that response before nodding slowly. "Thanks..."

"Of course, the real reason I'm here," I said seriously, leaning against the wall and looking at her. "Your hatred of my family."

Sabine's gaze darkened as she glared up at me. "The fact that I'm even considering having to atiniir you is sickening," she says angrily.

I rolled my eyes, clasping my hands forwards casually. "Well. Ba'gadet'ye then."

Her expression changed to one of slight surprise. "What? I know a little bit of Mando'a," I say defensively.

"Ugh," she groaned.

"Anyways, moving on!" I said. "The real reason why you and every other Mandalorian hates me so much is because of the Battle of Malachor V, correct?"

"Of course that's why!" Sabine exploded angrily. "Revan, humiliated us! Killed so many of us, and then didn't have the decency of allowing us to recover, and stealing Mandalore's mask like some chakaar!"

"Mandalore and the Republic were at war at the time," I pointed out.

"But his actions were unforgivable!" Sabine retorted. "He nearly wiped us out, leaving us to scramble to survive without ever showing any sympathy, unless it was to further his own gain! Ever since that day, Mandalore was left weak against the galaxy. For thousands of years, our planet has been nothing but a barren wasteland!"

I watched her continue on her rant with saddened eyes. I was sympathetic and sorry for her and the other Mandalorian's, truly I was. But this all happened so long ago, and they can't keep living in the past.

"The Shan's to us are nothing but annihilator's of what it means to be a Mandalorian. Respect for our strength was lost at such a defeat, and as we slunk back in humiliation, we might as well have been hu'tuun's!" Sabine exclaimed, angry tears in her eyes as she glared hatefully at me.

"I'm sorry for what happened to Mandalore Sabine, I really am." I told her, and she crossed her arms disbelievingly with a scoff.

"But what you just said... all of that chaos and destruction that Mandalore suffered through, was because of Revan. Not me," I told her, which got her attention. She looked up and glanced at me out of the side of her eyes.

"The Battle of Malachor V was around three and a half thousand years ago. My family suffered as well through a purge a thousand years ago due to a Sith Lord, but I'm not worried about that," I told her.

"What are you trying to tell me?" she demanded.

"I'm trying to tell you to let go of the past." I said. "I once heard of an old Mandalorian saying: Gar taldin ni jaonyc; gar sa buir, ori'wadaas'la. 'Nobody cares who your father was, only the father you'll be.' What happened at Malachor V was caused by Revan, not me. I never even knew I was related to him until I was a little over your age."

"There's also another saying: Mando'ad draar digu. 'A Mandalorian never forgets,'" she challenges. "And we never have, or ever will forget the crimes against Mandalore."

"I'm not asking you to forget that," I said. "I'm asking you to try and understand that I was never there. Why hate me for something I never committed?" I asked rhetorically.

She looks down at the ground, wanting to continue hating me, but I could sense she was conflicted.

"I'll leave you to think about that," I said quietly, exiting the room and leaving the teenager to her thoughts.


I walked back towards the main room of the Ghost, where Mara and Ahsoka were sitting on the couch next to the holotable. They both looked up at me anxiously. "Well? How'd it go?" Ahsoka asked.

"A lot better than I expected, that's for sure," I admitted happily.

"I thought she was gonna shoot you," Mara deadpanned.

"Almost, almost. I could sense she considered it while holding the blaster in her hand." I remarked with a shrug.

Ahsoka shook her head in amusement. "The things you do to upset people Jarik," she said.

"Hey, it's not my fault my ancestor angered half the universe!" I said defensively.

Just then, Kanan and Ezra both walked into the room, in a heated discussion before taking notice of us in surprise, stopping in their tracks.

"Oh, sorry. We didn't expect to see you still here," Kanan admitted.

I waved a hand. "Eh, you're fine. I just had a chat with Sabine."

They glanced at each other worriedly. "...Did it go well? For some reason she really hates you, I don't know why." Kanan said.

"Apparently it went fine." Ahsoka answered. "As for why she hates him, its more of the fact that every Mandalorian has a strong hatred towards Jarik and his family."

"It's starting to get annoying," I commented.

"Uh, why, does she and so many people hate you? I thought you were a war hero for the Republic." Ezra asked in confusion.

I pursed my lips slightly, considering how to answer. "Well... it's complicated. Sabine can tell you the specifics later, if she's willing too."

"I thinks it is both funny, and stupid." Mara deadpanned.

We sat or stood there in comfortable silence for a few moments, and I took the opportunity to study Kanan, seeing how he changed. He was a lot older now, although still a few years younger than me and Ahsoka, sporting a beard and ponytail. His lightsaber hung from his belt in two separate pieces to help better keep it secret, and his clothing was similar to a smugglers outfit, although with a Jedi 'flare' to its design.

"Well you've grown a lot," I observed.

Kanan looked at me in surprise. "Have we... have we met before?" he asks.

"A couple of times," I reply with a shrug. "Only briefly, so it's not surprising that you don't remember. You ran into me and Master Kenobi on the way to one of your classes."

Kanan frowns, trying to remember before widening his eyes in realization. "You're right... I did!"

A small tint to his face shows his embarrassment at that meeting, remembering how childish he seemed back then. How drastically things could change. I grin at him in amusement.

"No doubt he likes to think of you as that little Caleb Dume back at the temple," Ahsoka says with the same smirk. Ezra and Mara both chuckle in amusement while Kanan continues to look more embarrassed.

"So what inspired the name cha-?" I start to ask before stopping, eyes wide as the Force converged on me. Ahsoka immediately takes notice and gives me a worried look.

"Jarik?" she asks in concern.

I glance around the room at all of them hesitantly. "I- I need to go," I said quickly, immediately exiting the room and heading towards the docking tube.

"Jarik, wait!" Ahsoka called out behind me, getting up from her seat.

I stormed through the ship, finding the docking tube back to the Knight Hawk and rushing through towards my room. I passed R5 quickly on the way, who beeped at me in confusion, before I slammed the door to my room shut. I stumbled over to the wall near the desk and leaned heavily against it, the Force just then pulling me into another vision.

Dark mist surrounded me, heavy whispers coming out of the shadows. I saw various shapes in the fog that I could not make out, however darkness radiated off of them. Then I could see a strange rocky planet with a fleet of Star Destroyers approaching... and then they are a broken graveyard in space. Voices sound around me, a few words I could make out.

"If the end of the world is coming, I will understand why. On my center eye I swear it. I will understand."

"Hear me... You may think... universal scales..."

"Where is... your lord, your princely god, your godly prince? Tell me no lies!"

A planet is overtaken by strange creatures, the natives trying to fight them off, to no avail.

Then out of the darkness comes a massive figure, three green eyes glowing like starlight, holding a sword in hand. A deep rumbling laugh echos all around me, and the feeling of a great and unbelievably powerful force sucking me in... trying to destroy me. this creatures booming, growling voice speaks my name.

"Jarik Shan... Jarik... Jarik... J-"

"-arik!" Ahsoka yelled, shaking me furiously. I yelped in terror, jumping up and grabbing my green lightsaber, swing it wildly. The blade catches on a white one, inches from Ahsoka's face. I realize what I almost did and stare at her in horror.

"Jarik! It's me!" she exclaims, before moving over to the bond. "It's me Jarik... you're alright," she said soothingly, sending waves of calm to me over the bond.

I quickly deactivate my lightsaber and drop it on the ground, leaning against the wall with my head in my hands. Ahsoka put her lightsaber away as well and gently approached me, laying a hand on my shoulder in comfort.

"What did you see?" she asks quietly.

"It... it was terrifying," I said quietly with a shudder. "Some... creature out there, holds a darkness unlike anything I've ever felt..."

She gently leads me over to the bed and sits us both down, wrapping an arm around my shoulders comfortingly.

"It tried to... I don't know. But it was overwhelming," I spoke, truly terrified of what I felt. "Evil is growing... not just with the Sith..."

"You're fine now Jarik," she said soothingly. "There's no evil like that here now. Just me, okay?" she asked.

"I suppose..." I reply quietly.

She pulled me into a tight hug. "I don't know who or what you keep seeing, but we don't know when any of this will happen. It could be centuries from now even. Just think only about the current moment," she advises.


That's some tough things to put up with. Wonder if foresight is more a burden than a gift...? I've been teasing this future enounter so much it can be concluded by some people, but all you need to know from me is an official reveal will be coming soon in the story, around mid-way through season two of rebels.

Translations:

atiniir - endure, to put up with, to *take it*

Ba'gadet'ye - you're welcome

chakaar - corpse robber, thief, petty criminal - general term of abuse

hu'tuun - coward (worst possible insult)

Gar taldin ni jaonyc; gar sa buir, ori'wadaas'la - *Nobody cares who your father was, only the father you'll be.* (Lit: Bloodline is not important, but you as a father are the most valuable thing.) Mando saying emphasising the importance of a father's role, and that a man is judged more by that than his lineage.

Mando'ad draar digu - A Mandalorian never forgets.