"Ezra?"

"Why can't I see anything?"

"Because I blindfolded you. Now, tell me: which do you prefer: a bedroom, or a living room?"

"Um…"

"Just choose. This is vital."

"I guess… bedroom?"

"Okay, that saves some time." I slowly unknotted Ezra's blindfold, letting him look around his new-and-improved home. The Lothal Defense Center had been moved to a more permanent headquarters nearby, but left behind all of the home improvements as a token of goodwill. Such improvements included new living quarters.

The walls of the house were all white. Inside the bedroom, there were two nightstands, both looking exactly the same as the other. The bed was a queen-size, and there was a entire wall taken up by just some one-way glass, so Ezra and I could look out without others looking in. Another wall had been converted entirely into a bookshelf, with both archaic leather-bound books and digitized ones. There were lamps built into the ceiling, and air conditioning. (I had specifically asked for that; Lothal's summer was brutal.)

"Sabine…" Ezra said, at a loss for words. He ran one hand over the sheets of the bed. "Wha…"

"The Lothal government refurbished the tower, partially at my request," I stated. Ezra looked at me quizzically.

"How many favors did you call in?"

"Just… ah…" I started counting on my fingers, more to be funny than anything else. "Thirty-seven?"

Ezra rolled his eyes. I decided not to comment again, instead getting up off the bed and letting Ezra observe. I walked over to the small door out of the room, entering the living room. It had a large, cushion-y couch on it, so I flopped into that. Ezra walked out numbly, almost missing me as I melted into the couch. Once more, the room was white, but only because I wanted Ezra's opinion on what color it should be. Again, there was one-way glass that allowed us to see out, but didn't allow others to see in. I liked privacy. There was a large archway into the kitchen, which was all newly polished and shining. I took Ezra there, showing him all the cupboards and cabinets and such. I was familiar with them, but Ezra was in over his head. Next, I went over the living room in greater detail, because I'm that irrational type of person that will skip a room. Plus, the turbolift was accessed from a door there. After that, I showed him the door to the refresher and kinda hurried away from it. After that, the balcony. Not much there. Finally, I went back to the living room, leaving Ezra behind to explore by himself. There was a small table in front of the couch, with a holoscreen on the opposite wall from the couch, facing it. Ezra sat down on the couch next to me. He asked, "You got people to do all this?"

"Yup."

"Free of charge?"

"Nope."

"How much?"

"Twenty-thousand."

"As a whole?"

"For the living quarters, yes."

"That's cheap."

"I know."

"How much for the entire tower?"

"Seventy."

"Thousand?"

"Correct."

"That's…. not cheap."

"We got a permanent landing pad, Ezra."

"Nevermind. That is cheap."

I laughed. Then, as Ezra put his arm around me, I softly cooed, "Do you like our home?"

"Yeah, 'Bine. I do. I really do," Ezra answered, making my heart jump a little. I smiled.

"It's probably the best on Lothal. Even Ryder was envious."

"We should probably try and get him a better house."

"We do have the credits. Like, almost five million of them."

Ezra blacked out.

I freaked out for a second, then realized what had happened. Slowly, trying not to wake him, I dragged him outside. Then, I went to the kitchen with a small bucket, filling it with ice water. Then, I dragged it back out and threw the water on Ezra.

His irritation was immediate, vocal, and colorful enough that I'm not writing it here, no matter how much you ask, Mira.

I was laughing the entire time as Ezra yelled at me. He did seem to have an amazingly diverse vocabulary of profanity. Eventually, we calmed down.

"Sabine, can you at least get me a towel?" Ezra asked. I did as he requested; I owed it to him. He wrapped it around himself. "I'm not sure if I still love you."

I was horrified at that thought, but I hid it. Instead, I said, "Yes, you do."

Ezra looked at me seriously before responding, hanging his head. "Yeah, I do."

A feeling of intense relief coursed through my body. Ezra stood up, leaning on the railing. I stood next to him. The sun burned brightly in the blue sky. Lothal had been so vastly improved now, and Capital City looked like a beautiful gem in the distance. The new suburbs sat prettily on the outskirts. I sighed happily. "So, Ezra… do you like it?"

Ezra gazed at me for a few seconds. "Yeah. I do. I don't know how you did it, but… I do."

"All of Lothal did it, Ezra. All of Lothal."

"I meant how you convinced them to expand, and funded them, and such."

"They were expanding before the Empire arrived. Now, they want to finish what they started," I explained. "You never wondered why there were so many unfinished buildings?"

"Never once," Ezra responded. "Honestly, I usually had other things on my mind. Not dying was usually pretty high on the list."

"Yeah, living is usually pretty high on my list of Things I Like," I said.

"Am I number one?" Ezra asked cheekily.

"That's classified," I responded smoothly. Ezra looked down, making a fake sad face. I looked back out over Capital, finding a small building with a sizeable awning on one of the streets. It was a little restaurant called EuroFood. It was my favorite restaurant on Lothal, because the food was good, the people were nice, and the service was (relatively) quick. "Hey, Ezra, do you want a tour of Capital City?"

"Tomorrow, cyar'ika. I'm only now adjusting to the new tower."

Understandable. He had been living in a cave for the past seven years. Finding his childhood home completely redone and his city rebuilt and improved must have been a lot for him to take in.

"Alright. Should I make dinner?"

"Yeah."

"Okay," I responded, just before I saw a speeder coming towards the tower. "Actually, I need to do something real quick. Can you make dinner instead?"

Ezra shrugged. "Sure."

I walked into the turbolift and hit the button to go down to the bottom. This had happened about a thousand times over the years, and last time I had sworn that if that little seductive son of a [Censored] [Censored] [Redacted] [Classified] [Inappropriate] [Censored] [NoWayYou'reSeeingThat] [Censored] [Redacted] pencil-[Nope] karking [Classified]graphing chakaar aruetii besom demagolka di'kut dinii hut'uun ori'jagyc came back I was going to karking blast his crotch off with a high-powered slugthrower, while pinning him to the ground and slowly gouging his eyes out with a [Censored] combat knife after I cut off his kriffing ears.

Not to put too fine a point on it.

Basically, this was the guy that I mentioned around Chapter Two: remember the "drunken fling"? Again, this is painful for me to write. Basically, this guy, named Josh, had taken advantage of my intoxication, taken me to his apartment, and threatened me into… well, you can connect the dots. Now, I kept a blaster by my side at all times when I was dealing with this prick.

"Nar'sheb! (Screw off!)" I called as Josh pulled up, getting off his speeder with his casual overly-cocky swagger.

"Ah, ze yittle Mandayorian haz some spice in her, ja," Josh responded.

"Ja, and this "yittle Mandayorian" has a threat to make good on!" I mocked, pulling a blaster and setting it on stun. "Don't worry, this will only hurt you as much as you hurt me, you [Censored] [Censored] [Nope] [Redacted]!"

I loved the way his eyes widened, just before he turned and chucked a knife straight past my head. It nicked a bit of my ear, drawing blood. I laughed. He threw two more knives. I dodged, feeling cut the air as they passed. Again, I laughed, calling in a voice as demeaning as I could make it, "Josh… is that all you got?"

"Noo, I have poizon too," Josh called back, chucking another knife. The pause made me let my guard down, and the knife hit me in the abdomen. It hurt, too- I could tell it was poisoned. Immediately, my vision began to swim. I had a vague idea of what Josh would probably do to me, what I'd wake up to, and it wasn't pretty. Somehow, I forced myself to stay standing, drawing my other blaster and firing. It was still set on lethal. I didn't care. I heard a cry of pain and I knew I had hit Josh. I heard a lightsaber ignite, but it took a fair few seconds before I realized that it was Ezra. Then, I heard a massive cry of pain, a few seconds later a pair of strong hands clasped my arms, I heard some sirens, then I blacked out.

The Mando'a without the translation, just after all the Censored marks, is just a bunch of insults: chakaar is like a corpse robber or a petty thief, aruetii is traitor, besom is a jerk, demagolka is a war criminal (not always applied directly to war criminals. Look it up) , di'kut is a idiot, dinii is a lunatic, hut'uun is a coward, ori'jagyc is a bully. Anyways, hope you enjoyed! : )

Oh, and Guest: It's fanfiction. Searching for a missing person could totally take two years. And since it's fanfiction, I can violate writer personalities all I want. Filoni doesn't matter all that much to me when I write.

UPDATE: This is Sabine's journal of sorts. I've got a finale in mind, so you'll see why I wrote it this way.

-RebelliousWaffle