Hey guys! Here's a quick chapter 5!

Hope you enjoy!

The feeling of love is such a beautiful emotion. It is an emotion which unites two separate individuals, coming from two distinct backgrounds. They grow, and become completely unique in their own ways, yet somehow still managing to remain the same towards each other. Finding common ground between themselves where others could not.

In short, it is an indescribable emotion. Watching two people whom you do not know slowly fall into each other is satisfying in its own way, and a sort of cure for any negativity one is feeling. But while it can be the literal representation of beauty, it can also be an uncomfortable representation of teenage angst.

Take, for example, the case of the poor poor boy known as Wedge Antilles, who is currently chasing after Sabine Wren not in the hopes of courting her, but in the hopes that he can get more information on his one night, one time love, Ketsu Onyo.

"Cmon, Sabine! Aren't you going to that party on Mandalore? Can't you just pass her a message for me? Please?" Wedge pleaded as he bounded over helplessly to Sabine.

"No, I am not going to Mandalore, I am going to Krownest, my home. And we are not going to a party, we are going to rescue my father," Sabine narrowed her eyes dangerously at Wedge. "Ketsu's not even gonna be there. She's got like a thousand eyes on her, and is on the run from like every single person in the galaxy,"

"But still, isn't she your friend? I'm sure you could use some of your Mandalorian contacts to pass the message around," Wedge flapped the paper around, hoping to catch her attention.

"Are you telling me to pass a stupid love letter to my parents, and ask them to help pass it around to other Mandalorian clan leaders?" Sabine asked with a glare.

"Is that a bad thing?" Wedge replied with a hopeful smile.

Shaking her head, Sabine let out a heavy sigh. "Wedge, I'm gonna be honest with you. Whatever it was that Ketsu told you that night, you should probably forget it. She doesn't want the kind of relationship you're dreaming of. She was just looking for someone to blow off steam, and I'm sorry I pushed her towards you," Sabine explained in the hopes of shutting down his affections.

However, it seemed to only strengthen it. "Maybe that was how you saw her that day Sabine, but not me," Wedge replied firmly. "She was vulnerable, and she told me things which she wouldn't just tell anyone. I'm not going to just give up on her, no matter what you try and tell me,"

For a moment, Sabine felt as if Wedge's confidence outshone her doubts. But then she remembered that this was Ketsu they were talking about.

"Ok you know what? Fine," Sabine said exasperatedly. She took out a piece of paper and hastily scribbled down some names and information on it. "Here, these are the details of Ketsu's family and her clan. If you can somehow find them, maybe you can tell her yourself," Sabine said as she handed him the piece of paper.

With wide eyes, Wedge grabbed the paper with both hands. "This is great Sabine! Thanks!"

"And one more thing," Sabine said as she pulled Wedge back to face her. "This didn't come from me, got it? You won't like what happens to you if someone found out where you got this information from," She stated, trying to sound as threatening as possible..

"Got it," Wedge nodded before quickly running off to god knows where.

"So, Wedge and Ketsu are still a thing huh?" Ezra asked with a confused look.

"Please," Sabine said, rubbing her eyes. "I wish it were that simple,"

Saving the patriarch of an entire clan was no small feat. It was not just any simple glorious action, but one which demanded for celebrations to be had. And said celebration was only made even more grander by the fact that a Jedi, an outsider to the clan and their oldest enemy, was the person who performed said daring rescue.

And with that fact in mind, there wasn't a single thing which could halt the Mandalorian party train in its tracks.

Ezra wasn't even given the time to think about what was happening before he was suddenly hoisted up by Tristan and his many clanmates, who very happily began chanting his name as they paraded him around the camp for Sabine's entire family to see.

"That's a touch excessive, don't you think?" Ursa commented to her husband.

Alrich chuckled, placing a hand on his wife's shoulders. "Can you blame them? We destroyed a weapon which threatened our entire existence. And in doing so, we managed to claim our first victory against the Empire," Alrich smiled warmly. "If that doesn't ask for excessive celebrations, I'm not sure what does,"

"Guess I'm just feeling a little sorry for that Jedi boy," Ursa leaned into her husband's touch, placing her hand on his. "I hope he isn't feeling too bothered by all this,"

"He seems to be enjoying it," Alrich noted.

"Yes… but perhaps a little bit too much," Ursa replied. She narrowed her eyes at the boy, pondering on his presence for a moment. "What do you think of him?"

"The boy?" Alrich asked.

Ursa nodded.

"He seems to be a great friend for Sabine," Alrich replied without hesitation. "But more importantly, he seems to be a good person, and a good Jedi," A soft smile slowly crept up his lips as he watched Tristan approach the young man. "His generation will be the ones who will lead us to victory, doing what we could never do, achieving what we never could. And it will be people like him who will be at the forefront of everything,"

"Victory against the Empire? It sounds like you're getting ahead of yourself," Ursa lightheartedly scolded, holding her husband's hands fondly. "But I guess you were always the hopeful one between the two of us," She leaned her head into his touch.

"That's probably why you can't keep me away," Alrich smiled.

Returning the smile, Ursa repositioned herself so they were staring right at each other. "Neither would I want to, my love," She said as she leaned in closer.

"Mind getting a room, you two?" Sabine suddenly appeared from behind, surprising both her parents with a disgusted groan.

"Sabine!" Alrich quickly responded, placing himself in front of Sabine and giving Ursa the time to compose herself. "What are you doing here? Shouldn't you be celebrating with your friend?" He pointed towards the ever growing crowd around Ezra.

"Ezra celebrates enough for the both of us," Sabine replied, looking soft. "Besides, I haven't seen you for so long. I just… I just wanted to talk to you, to both of you. My mom and my dad,"

Alrich's and Ursa's faces both softened, with the latter no longer concerned with looking proper.

Taking a step away from her husband, Ursa placed herself right in front of Sabine's vision, looking her daughter in the eyes as she tried to form her thoughts.

"Sabine, I… I just wanted to make it clear, if I didn't before, but, I'm sorry for the way we treated you, the way I treated you," Ursa said, finally getting the words out. "I always wanted to do what was best for you, even if it meant chasing you away. But… I never saw you for the way you wanted to be seen, and I never tried to be the mother you needed. I hope… I hope that this time, you can give me the chance to not only do better, but to also be the mother you deserved,"

Words couldn't express how Sabine felt in the moment. At first, she instinctively tried to hide her face, too accustomed to not letting her emotional side show. But then she realised that these were her parents. Her mom and dad, the most important people in her life. Years of being separated from them had culminated into a concentrated feeling of fear. Fear that she would never be a part of her own family again.

But now, with her father rescued and the future of her clan seemingly brighter than ever, she was finally given a chance to have her family back. And she was damned if she was going to let her pride stop her from taking it.

Immediately, she wrapped her arms around her mother. Pulling her tight, and holding her close. "You never needed to say the words mother," Sabine whispered. "You mean so so much to me, and I know how much family means to you,"

"Sabine…" Ursa whispered, before returning the hug. A family was reunited, and a mother and daughter finally reconciled.

"Well, since we are riding such a large wave of good news, perhaps it is high time for me to also reveal my share of good news!" Alrich loudly announced, placing his hands on both women's shoulders.

"Please tell me that this good news is you not keeping that beard," Ursa joked.

"Oh no, it is something much more grander,"

"What, is Tristan getting married?" Sabine laughed.

"Oh not Tristan, my dear daughter. You are,"

Sabine's laugh was immediately cut off. Her lips opening and closing as if she was struggling to comprehend what she had just heard.

"To the Bridger boy, if I might add," Alrich continued, only to be instantly chastised by his wife.

"Alrich!" Ursa scolded, her voice a low dangerous tone. "Not here!"

At least someone here has logical thinking, Sabine thought.

"She was keeping it a secret! It was not your place to reveal that!" Ursa added, and Sabine's face immediately fell lower.

"Oh dear," Alrich covered his mouth, realising his mistake. "I am so sorry Sabine, I did not kno-"

"It's not a secret!" Sabine blurted out, ears flaring red.

"Oh, so your Rebel friends know all about it too?" Ursa replied.

"No! I mean- we're not a thing!"

"But the Bridger boy, he said he was with you?" Alrich continued, still confused.

What Sabine felt was nothing short of embarrassment. She covered her face with her hands, feeling the warmth in her cheeks exploding.

"We're not… he's not…" Sabine mumbled, unable to form coherent sentences.

"I believe what Sabine is trying to say is that we have severely misunderstood their relationship," Ursa thankfully helped clear out their situation. "Perhaps we have judged the friendship between the two of you a little too hastily, Sabine,"

Calming down, Sabine eventually found it in herself to face her parents. "It's… alright mother,"

"But that doesn't mean I don't approve of you being together," Ursa added with a sly smirk.

"Mother!" Sabine exclaimed.

"He's perfect for you Sabine. Don't wait too long, you might lose him to some whore. Remember what I taught you, if the opportunity presents itself, don't ever hesitate to seize it and bed hi-"

"Mom!"

"So you and Ezra are not in a relationship?" Alrich questioned, a little bit late on the uptake.

"It's… It's complicated," Sabine replied after a moment of silence.

"Well, it sure looks like it is," Alrich continued, judging the look on his daughter's face. "And from the looks that Ezra is getting from that crowd, I would say that it's going to get much more complicated,"

Sabine raised an eyebrow at that before darting her head towards where Ezra had been carried to. And after witnessing the sight unfold before her, she did not even hesitate to rush over to his side.

"C'mon, drink up," Tristan urged, handing Ezra a cup of some unknown brown liquid.

"What is this?" Ezra asked, swirling the cup in his hand.

"It's water," Tristan replied, taking a swig of his own before grimacing slightly. "Just water," He repeated, voice a bit strained.

"Right… and Mandalorian water is supposed to be this… murky?"

"Hey, that's not a nice way of describing it," Tristan said as he poured himself another cup. "Trust me, it's nice," He insisted again, gulping the content of the cup once more.

"You know, I don't think Sabine would appreciate it if I got drunk around her family," Ezra argued, placing the drink back on the table.

"You seem to care a lot about what Sabine thinks about you," Tristan noted, eyeing Ezra knowingly. "Anything happening between the two of you that I should know about?"

"Anything like what?"

"You know… Private… stuff?" Tristan explained awkwardly.

Ezra's eyes widened as he finally got the meaning. "Oh no no no, we're not like that," He insisted.

"Right… could have fooled me with the way you two acted around each other. Didn't she use your lightsaber to take out Saxon?"

"Well yea, I mean I lent that to her so that she could protect your mom, and then protect herself," Ezra explained. "Why wouldn't I give it to her?"

"Well.. I mean…" Tristan began, but eventually stopped and laughed to himself. "You really have no idea what I'm talking about?" He asked, chuckling.

"I guess… to a certain degree I do," Ezra admitted, sighing to himself. "It's complicated,"

"If it's about my sister, I would expect no less," Tristan replied, patting Ezra on the back. "But you might want to try and uncomplicate things between yourselves. Sabine's the heiress to the clan, and there are no shortage of suitors who would love to have their place beside her,"

"Mandalorians really do believe in those things huh?"

"Of course we do, only a Wren can lead the Wrens. But that doesn't mean people like my father don't get any power in the clan," Tristan explained. "But it's not like dad married mom because he wanted a powerful position. He married her because he actually loves her, the same way that you love Sabine,"

"Woah woah woah, maybe love is a little bit too much for now," Ezra replied, causing Tristan to shake his head.

"Whatever helps you sleep at night Bridger. But keep in mind, Sabine might not have the opportunity to wait forever," He glanced behind Ezra. "And from the way I've seen some of the Mandalorians looking at you, I could say the same goes for you too,"

"What do you mean?" Ezra asked, turning his head to the direction Tristan pointed him in.

He was immediately met with the faces of several young Mandalorian women looking his way. Flashing him suggestive looks, and doing their best in an attempt to lure him their way.

"Strength is a rather sought after trait amongst Mandalorians. I think you'll find that it is quite easy for you to find a place in our clan, especially after rescuing my father,"

"Oh Force no," Ezra stood up panickedly. "No offence, but I do not want to join your clan for now, or in the foreseeable future,"

"You sure? With your relationship with Sabine-"

"For the hundredth time, there's no relationship between me and Sabine,"

"Maybe for now," Tristan replied. "But you might want to keep your options open. It's very rare for Mandalorians of Sabine's status to be able to choose a suitor which she very much cares for. And she really does care for you. Besides, the ambiguity of your relationship could be used to benefit the both of you. Especially in driving away any unwanted peoples,"

"Unwanted peoples? Like what?" Ezra wondered.

Before Tristan could even reply, a loud voice shouted at the two of them from afar.

"JEDI!" The voice boomed.

Tristan's eyes widened at the sound. "Well, there's one of them,"

There wasn't even time for Ezra to turn his head. The source of the loud voice was already upon him, and he was suddenly being forced to look at her.

"Uhh.. Hi," Ezra greeted as friendly as possible.

The hulking figure stared at him up and down, the faint look of drunkenness in her eyes. "You are the Jedi who rescued the clan Wren's patriarch?" She asked.

"Well… it wasn't just me. There was also Kanan, my master, Tristan and his mother, and oh I guess Sabine as well,"

"Sabine?" She repeated, narrowing her eyes. "What's she doing back here?"

"To help her family?"

The woman chortled loudly, swaying unsteadily as her chest heaved with laughter. "She was the reason why the countess's husband was put in prison in the first place. And now she wants to fix her own mistake and rejoin the clan? What a load of bull,"

Frowning to himself, Ezra had to hold himself back from berating the woman in front of him. There were about a thousand things he would like to hit her with for speaking about Sabine that way. But for the time being, he was on unfamiliar grounds. And he couldn't simply act the way he wanted to.

"I think you're drunk, and not thinking straight," Ezra replied. "Maybe you should get some rest," He stood up, gently pushing her away.

But the woman placed both her arms firmly on Ezra's shoulders, keeping him in place as he leaned in closer to him.

"My name is Maeve. First born daughter of Clan Ordo, and of House Vizsla. And I declare you, Jedi Ezra Bridger as my mate for life,"

Her words were beginning to slur together. So much so that Ezra had trouble telling each phrase apart. But he could very much sense the desire in her eyes. A desire that was unfortunately not blocked out by her inebriation with alcohol.

"Ok, now I think you really need to get some rest," Ezra struggled to get out of her grasp, but she held on as tightly as ever.

"Not until you've kissed me goodnight," Maeve replied, leaning in ever closer.

Stuck between a rock and a hard place, Ezra found himself desperate for a way out. He struggled frantically, shaking his head and trying to pull back as far away as possible.

But when all hope seemed lost, a shining light appeared to save Ezra. It was a voice, a very familiar voice, one which he was extremely grateful to hear.

"You get your hands off him!" Sabine suddenly appeared, wrestling Ezra away from Maeve with strength neither of them knew she had.

"Sabine," Maeve glowered, realising that her prey had escaped from her grasp. "Do not attempt to interrupt the moment between me and my husband,"

"Husband?" Ezra sputtered, retreating further into Sabine's grasp.

"He's not your husband," Sabine narrowed her eyes. "And he never will be,"

"So you have claimed him as your mate?"

Sabine loosened her grip. "What? No! We're not- Ezra and I-"

"Then he is free for me to claim," Maeve reasoned, pulling Ezra right back into her arms. "As per Mandalorian law, any warrior is free to stake her claim on an outsider, as long as there is no initial claim laid upon said outsider,"

"That's- You're pulling from a practice a thousand years old!"

"One which we have not abolished. So if you wouldn't mind," Maeve shoved Sabine out of the way, returning her attention back to Ezra. "I would like to consummate our marriage,"

Sabine now joined in on Ezra's frantic movements, trying to free the poor boy from the grasp of this clearly delusional woman.

"Well, if we were to adhere to those practices," Tristan suddenly spoke up, catching both of their attention. "Even if there was no initial claim laid on Ezra, Sabine could challenge to be the only one worthy to ask for Ezra's hand,"

"What?!" Sabine exclaimed. "I'm not going to do that!"

"Then kindly step aside," Maeve rebutted once more.

Sabine darted her head rapidly between Ezra and Tristan. One of the two boys was clearly asking for her help. While the other was simply enjoying it as the situation unfolded.

"I challenge Maeve Ordo, for the right to be the only one to ask for the Jedi's hand!" Sabine finally announced, silencing the crowd, and thankfully stopping Maeve.

"You dare!" Maeve shouted, tossing Ezra aside.

Sabine unclipped her armour, letting the heavy Beskar fall to the ground. "Scared?"

Maeve seemed to smirk, before following suit. "I have been dreaming of this day ever since you left the clan. It's time to show you what we do to traitors like you,"

"Show me what you got," Sabine replied in a ready stance.

Despite the obvious theatrics in their actions, what happened next could probably be described by many to be rather anticlimactic. Maeve rushed towards Sabine, clearly intending to be the one to strike first. But unfortunately for her, it would seem that the alcohol had finally caught up.

She was only able to throw a single punch, which not only missed Sabine completely, but also caused her to tumble onto the floor, knocking her out the instant her head landed on the ground.

Somewhat in a shock at how the fight ended, Sabine carefully prodded her opponent with her feet. "Uhh Maeve?" She asked. But she was sound asleep. Groggy sounds of guttural snores were her only reply.

Thinking fast, Tristan quickly stepped over the collapsed warrior, and raised Sabine's arm high. "My sister, Sabine Wren, has won the right to wed the Jedi Ezra Bridger! As there is no one left to challenge her, she is the only one worthy to be the bride of Ezra!"

"Tristan!" Sabine protested. But anything she had to say was immediately drowned out by the screaming cheers of her fellow Mandalorians.

Not giving her the chance to say anything else, Tristan pushed the two of them together, riling up the crowds even further.

"So, I guess we're married now huh?" Ezra chuckled.

"Stop laughing!" Sabine chided as she slapped his arm. "There's no way I'm getting married because of something like this,"

A cheeky smile crept up Ezra's lips. "That wasn't a no,"

"Ugh, you're impossible," Sabine laughed, before being dragged off by Ezra to join in on the celebrations..

In an isolated corner of the galaxy, on the edges of the outer rim, there was a quiet homely bar, sat just on the outskirts of an unnamed valley. A lonely figure quietly sat in said bar, silently sipping her drink as she minded her own business.

The figure wasn't simply doing nothing. She had a small piece of paper in her hand, a simple letter which she was hesitating to read through. Carefully flipping it open, she eventually read through its contents, albeit a little slowly, as if she was afraid that the intensity of her emotions might burn through the paper.

Her fear wasn't necessarily unfounded. The words which were contained by the letter weren't just any old words.

They were filled with emotions, raw emotions. But the meaning behind those words wasn't what made it so special. No. Rather it was the person behind the letter, the person who sent it, which gave the words so much meaning.

"I hope you liked reading what I sent," Another figure appeared, eyes focusing on her as he plopped down into the seat right next to her.

"You shouldn't have come here," She whispered, quickly hiding behind her emotionless facade. "I have a life I need to lead, and so do you,"

The man chuckled, ordering a drink of his own. "That doesn't mean we should just cast the love away,"

"I never said I loved you," The woman snapped, trying to sound bitter, but her tone came out more regretful than she would have liked.

"You didn't have to," He replied, scooting closer to her. "I knew I loved you ever since Sabine introduced you to me. You're my everything Ketsu, and I'm not going to stop chasing after you, no matter what you say,"

Turning her body completely to face him, the woman finally decided to let her facade drop. "Oh Wedge," She moaned, collapsing into his arms as the two of them fell into a sweet, yet unexpected bliss.

Hoped you liked the story, as well as the unexpected romance at the end.

This chapter was a lot easier to edit and write for some reason, but there were still some parts I could not get right no matter what I did.

I hoped that the moment between Sabine and her mother was written good enough, as well as that between Ezra and Sabine. Personally, it didn't feel as good for me, but I just couldn't figure out how else to write it.

Anyways, with this chapter over, I hope you're all ready for the grand finale!

Little bit of a spoiler, but I've used Chapter 6 as an opportunity for me to flex my story telling muscles, in preparation for my Imperialverse fic.

Hope that you'll like it too!

Anyways, I'm gonna leave it at that for now.

Thanks for reading!