And the dreaded op continues- did I seriously give so many of you bad vibes?

Excellent, excellent...

Disclaimer: With as much squealing and fan-girling I do over Rebels, it's not hard to see why I'm not in charge. Example: *story writers* Hey, what do you think of this idea? *me* (squeals and faints) *story writers* I guess that's a yes.

Kanan was worried.

Well, not really full-blown worried per-say, but Sabine could see he was wary and alert. And she knew the exact reasons why- because she was worrying about them as well. Granted, she was a lot more concealed about it than he was, but that wasn't to say he wasn't being subtle. It was the little things that gave him away. The tapping of his fingers on his crossed arms. The half-scowl half-frown expression he was using to stare up at the complex. Hera would have been able to point out probably a dozen more little ticks he had, but Sabine could see enough to tell he was concerned. As well he should be.

Ezra would be literally in the middle of enemy territory- alone -for a period of time much much longer than any other op. They knew he could take care of himself, and she trusted him and his skills not to get caught... but if something were to happen, it would be way, way too easy for everything to go wrong at once. She knew it, and Kanan knew it, and they were both concerned. Zeb was, as well, though she suspected not as much as they were. His ears weren't twitching, so he wasn't actively occupied by some horrendous thought pattern at least.

Be okay. Don't be stupid.

Kanan shifted beside her, and Sabine looked upwards at the sky. It was a partly cloudy night, so bits and pieces of the atmosphere shone through... but with the huge lit tower in front of them, the light pollution pretty much drowned out everything the sky had to offer. Not just that, but there was noise pollution as well. If that was even a thing. While it wasn't as bad as the lights, the sounds from the production bays were crashing in, not only kindling the start of a mild head-ache, but also making it nearly impossible for them to hear a guard approaching. Though they didn't really need to worry about that; their location should hide them from prying eyes.

"He's gonna be a while yet, isn't he." Zeb sighed, one ear flicking in annoyance. Kanan half-smiled, though his eyes were still tight.

"Have a little patience- he'll finish when he finishes, and until then it's out job to wait for our part to come."

"It's the waiting that kills me, though. I much prefer action than just sitting here waiting for it."

Sabine hummed, her eyes once again sweeping the perimeter for any bucket-head that might be on patrol in their area. It was unlikely, since they were tucked into the corner of the northern production bay and it's right hand storage area, but it never hurt to check. They'd been waiting for nearly ten minutes, and they didn't want to have to run away now. Not with Ezra still stuck up in that tower, and not when they still had a job to do.

"If it helps you any, both he and Chop should signal us soon."

"Ha- if by soon you mean in another twenty minutes."

"Come on Zeb, brighten up a little. At least you don't have to crawl through dusty vents with volatile bombs in hand." Though Sabine knew Ezra wasn't in any danger from her bombs- they wouldn't detonate until she activated them. And she was keeping her fingers far away from the detonation trigger in her wrist device until they were safe in the Phantom.

Zeb snorted, gleaming green eyes crinkling in a half-smile as he pointed to the pack on his back. "While we're over here hauling volatile bombs on our direct person. I have no sympathy." Sabine tutted, knowing if Ezra'd heard his furry friend he'd most likely go on a subdued rant about how crawling affected one's back before Kanan somehow managed to quiet him. As it was, Sabine simply acknowledged Zeb, shifting her own pack on her shoulders.

They were each carrying their own loads into the compound- they wouldn't be taking crates, as Ezra was, because Sabine would never be able to make that many bombs, stealth reasons, and they had less targets to cover. While the bays were bigger and longer than the tower, all they would be placing the bombs on were the equipment inside- and that would take significantly less time and explosives to take down.

But since no one wanted to travel (or fight) with an armload of bombs, the packs were employed. Even if they were bland, boring, dull, and dimmed down Sabine's entire color scheme. And just as she had her own little issue with the bags, Zeb had his own: he'd only just barely managed to fit his on his massive shoulders, and even now the seams seemed rather strained. They fell into silence again, each with their own thoughts. Sabine, of course, had her own... separate line of thinking.

Is he really that special to me?

Maybe... but the rest of the crew is special to me as well. Though I'm not harping on about them now, am I?

What would happen if he- if we got into a relationship?

Sabine frowned a bit, trying to picture the two of them... no. No, that was too weird. If they managed to get into a relationship, Sabine couldn't picture them holding hands or... or kissing or being all 'lovey-dovey.' That just wasn't her, and it wasn't him either. No... them together would actually look... a lot like Kanan and Hera, she realized. Which didn't seem too bad.

So... a relationship wouldn't be too... weird... but what if...?

This was new territory. Sabine had never cared too much for romance, and she'd never given it much thought. Now that she was, she had no idea where to start.

Scratch that- she knew exactly where to start: decide on whether or not she liked him like that or not. The only problem was, she seemed to need information from the later steps to decide on that first one. Which was stupid- usually she was organized and collected. She knew what she was doing, and how she was doing it. This... she had absolutely no clue.

Okay, new angle- how would it make me feel if he died? As much of a leap as it was from her train of thoughts, Sabine nevertheless became devoted to the new topic. And shivers went down her spine. If Ezra died, bad, bad things would happen. Not just to her- though at this stage she might just shut down for a while -but to the rest of the crew as well. Ezra dead was something that would have long lasting effects throughout the rest of their lives.

...Very strongly, then. That's... not exactly comforting... who am I kidding, thinking of anyone dying is never comforting. But this is neither here or there- why did I even think up with that?

Probably because she was still worried. And, well. Who wouldn't be? None of them were really used to solo missions, except maybe Kanan and Hera. And Ezra'd been in there for a long time- and he would be there for a long while yet. He wasn't really a fighting type- he was much more suited to stealth. And while that worked in his favor here, it also meant that if caught, his odds against getting out of the tower- alone -with every stormtrooper on alert for him were very, very high.

Sabine forced herself to relax, leaning against the wall of the storage bay behind them so that she wouldn't belay her nervousness to the others. While she was sure she had other ticks, she knew her helmet covered her face so completely it wouldn't be insanely obvious. They just had to wait for Ezra to send his signal. They would do their jobs, and they would all get out alive and well.

He'll be fine... he should be fine. He'll be fine as long as he doesn't do anything stupid.

...

Oh my god he's going to die.

Sabine knew Zeb was considering a nap when Ezra's signal finally came through. Alert, when Chopper sent out his own signal to relay the cameras were looped properly, they were ready to spring into action. They nodded to each other, and then they were off. Zeb followed Kanan for a little bit as the Jedi slipped into the bay, and then he left for his target, the western bay. Sabine's own target was the eastern, so she slipped away from both her companions and stealthily picked her way across the grounds.

She knew there were a few patrols circulating around, but with her stealth and tech, it wouldn't be a problem evading them. In fact, the main worry she had was the distance from their waiting point to her own target, but once again- not a big issue. She was used to moving quickly and stealthily, though the pack on her back threw a slight wrench in her movements, as the bombs jostled lightly with any sudden movements.

Fortunately she didn't have to make too many of those, as the trip to the mouth of the production bay was mostly uneventful. The only action that came was when she had to take out the two guards stationed at the mouth of the bay- and they were taken down rather quickly, the element of surprise and the darkness giving Sabine a further advantage besides her already advantageous Mandalorian upbringing and training. They went down without a sound, one without ever knowing she was there and the other not even having time to see her.

Pity- she rather liked showing off her colors.

She jumped the slight lip, and then was inside the building. Taking a moment to study her surroundings, she silently slipped the pack off her shoulders. Though it wouldn't make much of a difference if she made noise or not- the machinery, drills, torches, and general construction pieces would have drowned out any noise she made by far. Still.

Stowing it away in the corner, Sabine rolled her shoulders and flicked down her helmet's antenna and began to scan for life forms. Lithely climbing onto a large half-finished vehicle, Sabine used her height as a vantage point to scope out all the guards she could see in the bay.

There were nine- spread apart from one another, traveling in pairs except for one patrolling through the machinery. They'd be easy enough to take down, though Hera had warned against using their blasters except for when absolutely necessary. Not only would the sound easily travel over the machinery and alert the other guards, but there were probably sensors designed to detect blaster fire in the hangars as well.

No problem- Sabine could just as easily use her hands and feet to take out the unsuspecting bucket-heads. She wasn't a Mandalorian for nothing.

She smirked under her helmet, quickly hopping off of her perch and moving towards the closest pair of troopers. She'd leave the explosives in their corner until the coast was clear- she didn't want to risk combat upsetting them and causing an early detonation while on her back. Dimly she wondered if the rest of her crew had enough sense to do the same. Probably.

Sabine was approaching the first pair of guards, and they were as of yet unaware of her presence. She'd pity the poor fools if they weren't her enemies.

Sorry boys, but I'm not willing to risk everyone I hold dear just because you won't keep your mouths shut. Especially when I'm still deciding on where I stand with one of them- you don't have a chance. And just like that, Sabine was in combat mode, swiftly and deftly taking out any and all threats that she could see through her helmet. Honestly, these bucket-heads needed to step up their game. They all went down way, way too easy.

Guess that was just what to expect with the Mighty Mando on their tail.