A/N: Set during Star Wars: Rebels, Seasons 1-3
I'm On It
"I'm on it!" Sabine said it so often it was almost her catch-phrase. It was her role in the crew. It was her role in life. Be quiet, be on it. When she joined the Imperial military she had wanted to help so much. She wanted to do good, to make a difference.
She hadn't.
Now she was trying to make it up. Trying to make it right, even if only in the smallest way possible. She did everything she could to be "on it," but was it enough?
"Sabine," said Kanan.
"I'm on it," she said. And she was.
...
Target Practice
"Breathe out, focus, then take your shot." Sabine demonstrated, firing neatly into one of the small canisters.
"I've been shooting at stuff a long time, you know." Ezra fired as well.
"Shooting at things and hitting them are two different things." Sabine pointed to the canister that was still intact. "I thought you wanted to learn to shoot better."
"I do, I just didn't know you'd take it this seriously." Ezra aimed another shot.
"When it comes to things that can be the difference between life and death, I always take it seriously." Sabine adjusted Ezra's grip. "Now try that."
...
Sparring Match
"You're pretty good, for a human." Zeb's taunt echoed through the cargo bay. "But no match for a Lasat."
"You want to test that out?" Sabine was breathing hard from her sparring session with Ezra.
"Yeah," Zeb growled.
Zeb was good, and in a test of pure strength he would have won every time. However, when it comes to fighting a Mandalorian they always have a few tricks up their sleeves.
"Hey, that's cheating!" Zeb complained.
"If you win it's not cheating, those are the Mandalorian rules," said Sabine.
"I think you're making that up," Zeb growled.
"Maybe." Sabine smirked.
...
Pistols
"Two pistols, I like it." Rex nodded approvingly at Sabine's blasters. "My own have gotten me out of more than a few tight spots back in the day."
"Yeah, I favor them for the blend of firepower and flexibility. The compact size makes them just about the best all-around weapon." Sabine loved showing off her weapons.
"You really know your stuff." Rex gave her an encouraging smile.
"Thanks," said Sabine as she turned one of her blasters over in her hands. "Weapons have kind of been my whole life, almost as long as I can remember."
Rex nodded. "Me too."
...
Repairs
"Sabine, can I get a hand here," Hera called down the hall.
Sabine hurried to help. Since Malachor Sabine had been helping Hera around Ghost a lot more. She didn't mind. She could tell Hera was having a hard time adjusting. Everyone was.
Sabine crouched next to the panel, Hera pointed to the problem. "Get that loose and attach this," she handed Sabine a clamp, "then all our problems should be solved."
Ghost's problems, maybe, but not the crew's problems. Not by a long shot. Fixing Ghost was easy, fixing up her little family again would be a lot harder.
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By Touch
Sabine felt a profound sense of loss knowing Kanan would never see her art again. It was just another thing he'd been robbed of on that senseless mission. Kanan had never been any great lover of art, but he'd always encouraged and supported her.
Taking out an iron rod and her blow torch she set to work on a new creation.
"What is it?" asked Kanan as she pressed the sculpture into his hand.
"It's my new piece, I made it for you. Give it a feel."
Kanan's fingers traced over the object, after a moment he smiled. "It's beautiful."
