Ha ha, I LOVE having break-time... -v-

To DWITD0421: Since I can't respond via PM, I'mma just say it here- imagine the same conference room we see in the Death Star in ANH, but with a huge hole blown into the side leading into another similar-sized room. That's pretty much the scale I was thinking this scene is; with that size in mind, the number of rolls Sabine makes doesn't get TOO ridiculous. Thank you for your feedback! :D

Disclaimer: Nah man, I work on Rebels because I want to, and 'cuz it's a nice way to spend free-time. If I was actually in charge of his shizzle? I'd get overwhelmed within the month, lemme tell ya.

(I still really want it though.)

Ezra hadn't ever been so scared in his entire life than in that moment he saw Morden holding his blaster over a defenseless Sabine. Not when he'd had to face the Inquisitor alone at the Stygeon base, or the asteroid, not when he'd nearly fallen off the Ghost or his tower; it might be an exact duplicate of how scared he was when stormtroopers had come and invaded his home- when he himself was in no physical danger, but about to witness the end of his friend.

Blood pounded through his veins and made his heart hammer in his throat, his arms guided by nothing more than a blend of fear and the Force as Morden continued to fire lethal streams of energy at him- just as long as he never saw those same streams directed at a defenseless Sabine, he was fine.

"We meet again Bridger boy," Morden shouted over the whines of his blaster, "and I trust you won't be throwing anymore explosives?!"

Ezra hopped backwards, through a large hole in the wall and in the center of what looked to be a conference desk. His initial burst of fear and focus was dispersing now that Sabine was out of danger- well... relatively -steadily leaving him with just the thoughts and sensations that he was, in fact, only kept from death by the frantic swinging of his blade. He hadn't really been extensively trained in that area yet, and even now as he became more actively aware of it, Ezra felt fear stiffening his movements instead of smoothing them like before.

Morden followed him in- good, that was good, away from the recovering Sabine- Aaaaaand straight towards me. Oh, shoot, that might've been the Imperial's plan; to push him away from Sabine so he had no back-up or room to maneuver.

Might want to start thinking instead of just acting, especially with this guy. He had to focus on putting his fear in the back of his mind- no, like Kanan said, to realize it and suppress it or something like that. ...Okay yeah just for now he'd try to push it away just so it wouldn't interfere with his fighting skills or-

"Sabine NO-" Too late; the Mandalorian was up on her feet, raising her blaster up and firing near continuously at Morden, forcing him to duck out to the side to take refuge behind the little bit of wall that wasn't blown out between them. Taking advantage of the momentary absence of suppressing fire, Ezra darted out from in the desk, deflecting the few shots Morden was able to take at his retreating figure as he rejoined Sabine in the other room.

"Are you-"

"If you ask me if I'm okay I swear-"

"I was going to ask if you were crazy," Ezra emphasized his words by poking back through the hole in the wall and firing a few shots at the commander, "because you are definitely not okay!"

Sabine was clutching her stomach with her entire left arm, and considering there wasn't a whole lot that could force her to her knees like Ezra'd seen from above, he knew she was in a considerable about of pain. Her abdomen was probably opening up and bleeding once again, if not by whatever Morden had done then as a result of her fighting.

He could feel the look she was giving him under her helmet. "I'm not going to sit back and let you do all the fighting."

"Who said I was saying that?" Much as Ezra was loathe to admit, once Sabine had made up her mind she wasn't likely to change it without serious effort- and even injured, she was still a formidable ally. He'd just need to make sure she didn't do anything that'd hurt her more than she was already.

Morden burst around the corner, strafing the gap in the walls and firing deadly energy at the both of them. Sabine ducked and rolled, while Ezra was quick to pull his lightsaber up once again and deflect the shots that went his way- and to sort of direct them back to Morden. Once again, still learning- but getting better.

"You do realize how shoddy your plans are, do you not?" Morden taunted from the other room, and Sabine tensed, on high alert. Ezra spared a quick raise of an eyebrow in her direction before calling out;

"Oh yeah, like you would know anything about our plans."

"He talks to take you off your guard," Sabine whispered, edging closer to Ezra to stop Morden from hearing her, "it's how he got me. He starts talking usually right before-"

Once again, the Imperial commander reappeared in the hole, this time brandishing two blasters- he must've taken one off the multiple unconscious stormtroopers Ezra'd noticed in there beforehand.

"Before that happens?!" Ezra finished, rolling and returning fire instead of lying to himself and saying he could deflect all of those bolts.

"Before that happens!" Sabine agreed, quickly backtracking and laying down more fire herself. Morden once again retreated behind the edge of where Sabine's miracles had destroyed the wall. Ezra realized he was breathing hard, panting- so was Sabine, though she was worrying him with how tight her arm appeared to be clutching her stomach. The both of them wouldn't last much longer alone against Morden, combat abilities or no.

Ezra strafed the wall like the commander had earlier, quickly spotting him and firing a few rounds before ducking back into cover on Sabine's side. Call him worrisome, but he felt more at ease by her side.

"Any other interesting tid-bits?" Ezra asked, peeking through the gap and narrowing his eyes at where he knew Morden to be.

"Clever, plans ahead, knows how to distract, and pretty much can counter any acrobatic move I throw at him." Ezra's eyes widened and he blinked rapidly. He knew this guy was a Mandalorian, but sheesh... Sabine knew a lot of acrobatic stuff. A lot. "You?" She prompted, firing a few bolts around the corner herself, just to buy them a little time.

Ezra racked his brains, stretching them to remember his first brief encounter with the commander- he realized with a jolt of surprise it'd only been days ago. It felt much, much longer than days.

"Um, well, pretty much what you said- he's got a killer kick, and probably other, uh, fighting moves and things..." Think, think! What else was there?!

"Oh!" Of course, it was right as Ezra remembered that Morden actually chose to bring out the one such device he'd just pulled back into memory.

"Yeah, he also kind of has a shield," Ezra pointed out, gesturing to the glowing blue apparatus and getting the horrible sense that things were about to go really, really wrong.

It was the moment that Sabine saw and recognized the energy shield for what it was that she knew both she and Ezra were pretty much screwed.

The Mandalorian grabbed Ezra by the collar and dragged him with her to retreat further into the room the same time Morden started firing one of his blasters- the shield was being projected by a wrist-device, a fact that Sabine observed in the single second she'd seen him. Naturally, of course, wielding such a device meant he'd have to lay one of the two blasters to rest, but it also meant Sabine knew what they were dealing with-

Which was why she had the feeling they were screwed.

"Energy shield," Sabine shouted over to Ezra, ducking behind him and wincing as Morden came around the bend, blaster firing rapidly and shield raised to absorb any of the blasts Ezra might have been able to deflect back at him. "Since it's portable," Sabine fired a few rounds, staying behind a frantically working Ezra for protection, "there's not a whole lot of power in it- overload it with enough returning fire and it'll have to recharge!"

Sabine used to work with the shields in the past, until she'd realized they hampered her style. Before then however, she'd been quite the expert on the different types and brands there were- naturally.

Unfortunately, while the solution to their newest hitch in the plan seemed simple enough, those shields did take a while to burn out- and it had to be a near continuous stream of fire to take them out. Sabine had only ever experienced her shield going out on her once, while being subjected to the fire of a rapid repeater gun.

Ezra took the information in stride- well, she thought he did, anyways, because he seemed to be making a conscious effort to redirect Morden's suppressing fire back at the shield. Sabine knew his training wouldn't be too complete though, and even with her firing from behind him she knew it wouldn't be enough. The both of them would need to fire their weapons simultaneously at the commander's shield to even hope of making an impact. In order for that to happen, Ezra would need his lightsaber in blaster mode, which would mean Morden would have to stop firing at him and instead focus on-

Sabine rolled away from the safety behind Ezra's lightsaber, gasping at the amount of protest her insides were able to give and the sensation of blood trickling down her stomach. It's not too serious yet; I can keep on fighting; it'll be treated when this is all over-

I'm not going to be a liability. Not when our lives are at stake.

Ezra shouted as Sabine left, no doubt coming to the same conclusion she had as she rolled behind one of the various scraps of bits and pieces that used to form furniture. No doubt he wanted to keep her safe- a sentiment Sabine shared, actually, but for the here and now Sabine didn't really care if she was endangering herself or not. She'd do whatever was necessary to keep both herself and Ezra alive. A little pain was nothing compared to losing someone you loved.

But the blaster-fire didn't switch over to her, like Sabine planned for. Morden was leaving her completely alone- his fire was still focusing on Ezra, and he wasn't giving the Spectre a chance to switch his weapon over.

Sabine raised the blaster in her hands and spit out a stream of plasma, hoping to at least make Morden shift his shield over so Ezra would have a better chance of getting him back- but the commander just stood there, crouching low behind the blue wall of energy and keeping it at an angle which held back both of their fire. He'd no doubt come to the conclusion that Sabine knew how to deal with his shield, and so he was most likely going to do everything in his power to keep Ezra from firing the blaster portion of his weapon. She kept up her string of fire, hoping to at least change the situation somehow-

Dejarik, think Dejarik. When going up against Kanan the first few times, she'd always gone with the same tactic, the one she'd thought was best. Of course it'd worked... for a while, until the Jedi had figured out how she played and then adapted to combat it. Sabine had gone through quite a few losses before she'd realized, just like when she'd worked with energy shields in the past, her victories were being hampered by how she played. She had to plan out moves in advance, yes, but be able to adapt those plans to the moves that her opponent threw at her-

Okay, Morden, if you won't move your shield when I want you to, I guess I'll just have to make you. Flanking maneuvers. He wouldn't very well leave his back exposed if she went around there- if she just went away from her cover long enough to force him to change his angle, Ezra would be able to start firing, and Sabine could duck back behind cover and shoot with him. Morden wouldn't have enough time to get his aim at Ezra back, and by the time the Spectre started firing he wouldn't be able to properly aim his weapon without being hit by either herself or Ezra.

There- a nice, solid plan, and all it really needed Sabine to do was strafe out of cover and back again. Well, and for Ezra to react quick enough, but she had faith he would.

Sabine inhaled quickly and deeply, steeling her stomach just before jumping up and darting to her right, heading towards the destroyed wall and aiming for the Mandalorian's side, just to get his attention. She saw Morden narrow his eyes at her movement, she caught the way he shifted the blue wall of energy in her direction just a little, trying to protect himself from both sides with as little movement as possible-

Not today, mister, Sabine thought, lowering her blaster and preparing to dart. The commander now doubt noticed her cease firing, and so was fully aware when Sabine actually charged at him. The maneuver caught him off-guard, and as an impulse reaction he brought his blaster around to face her-

Only to see Sabine already darting backwards to cover, her objective completed.

Ezra rapidly switched his lightsaber off in favor of his blaster, and had started firing at Morden the same time Sabine had retreated back to the sparse cover she had. The Imperial snarled, but the damage was already done- he was forced to keep his shield directed at Ezra if he wanted to avoid that set of blaster fire. Sabine allowed herself to grin, as well as a moment to recover. She really wasn't doing herself any favors here-

That's for later, when this is all over- keep on fighting, keep on fighting, don't get yourself killed, don't get Ezra killed, Sabine popped her head and blaster up, glad the helmet kept Morden from seeing her grimace of pain as she laid down her own stream of plasma at the blue shield. The combined forces of both her and Ezra firing on the device kept the commander from aiming back at either one, and Sabine felt a momentary victory sweep through her as tints of light yellow started blending in with the blue of the shield-

Morden poked his gun upwards, over the top of his shield. It wasn't aimed at either one of them, since he couldn't aim at either one of them, instead, the ceiling?

Why would he-

The Mandalorian fired up at the ceiling, over Ezra, and there was a single moment where everyone focused completely on the energy disrupted across the blackened material. Then it cracked, and Ezra reacted- he jumped backwards, into the warped and twisted corner of the room, his eyes flashing wide just moments before Morden fired again in the same area-

"Catch!" Ezra lobbed his lightsaber through the air just moments before the ceiling collapsed in front of him.

Sabine's heart-rate went through the roof, her free hand darting up to catch the flying weapon purely through her reflexes. He's under there he's under there he's under there-

FIGHT.

Both hands flew up and her fingers tightened on both of the weapons' triggers, sending parallel streams of red and blue energy streaking towards Morden, who only just got his shield to face her in time to block the both of them. From the look on his face, he hadn't been expecting Ezra to throw his weapon to Sabine- neither had she. A lightsaber was as important to a Jedi as their life, she'd heard Kanan telling Ezra more than once; the fact that he'd just up and given it- thrown it at her was as unexpected as it was unorthodox.

And also a brilliant move that was slowly turning Morden's shield yellow.

Don't you dare be dead don't you dare be dead- How much of the ceiling had fallen? Was he directly under the debris? Did he need her help?!

Focus focus focus- he jumped backwards reflexively; that might mean he knew the ceiling was about to fall and just moved to a safer place- Sabine edged her way out from the pile of wrecked debris, standing up slowly and keeping the lines of fire constant as she slowly moved over towards Ezra's corner.

The stormtrooper gun in her right hand started to heat up. At first she thought nothing of it- but she was wearing two layers of armor and still feeling it. The second she came to that conclusion the gun spluttered and gave out, having over-heated. Sabine threw it at Morden, taking in satisfaction in how the Mandalorian flinched as it hit his shield. She kept the pressure on Ezra's gun, the Kyber crystal powering it inside ensuring that it wouldn't run out of ammo or overheat.

The rate Morden's shield was turning yellow slowed, but it didn't matter- Sabine kept firing, watching as Morden took first one step back, then another, and finally stumbled backwards as his shield turned a full sickly yellow and died down. He dived back into the undamaged conference room, to the right and behind the wall. Sabine kept firing in his general area; until she was distracted by the terminal she'd activated just a few minutes ago.

It was flashing red-

The Ghost crew had finally arrived.