Ezra Bridger sat on his bunk, staring at the wall across from him. He tapped his foot impatiently the noise both aggravating and soothing his nervous mind. Ever since their encounter with Vader Ezra had been on edge.
When Sabine had demanded that they speak in his room he expected the worst. His mind raced with all the possible tragedies that could have transpired while the crew was out on a supply run. Capture, death and fire were three that he just couldn't keep out his head.
So when his door swished open Ezra sprung up from his bunk smacking his head on the edge of the top bunk. He sprawled onto the floor just as Sabine entered the cabin. She stared down at the young padawan, despite the blank expression of her pink helmet he knew she was smiling or at least smirking.
"More training, mighty Jedi?" she droned sarcastically.
Ezra smiled up at her goofily "of course, what else could I be doing?"
"I'm not sure, but your forehead is bleeding." Ezra's hand shot up to his forehead and felt an apparent lack of blood. The boy shot a glare at the young Mandalorian who was leaning against the wall, chuckling softly to herself.
"What do you want Sabine?" Ezra grumbled. The teen Jedi realised that his self-injury had distracted him from finding out what Sabine needed him for.
Sabine planted herself on Ezra's bed, taking off her helmet and beginning to speak. "Some imperial delegates were in the market square, they were getting stormtroopers to wreck people's stalls. So I snuck into their transport and stole their holopads." While she told the story Ezra noticed that her hands moved with every other word. "On one of the holopads was a message from an anonymous contact about a new art acquisition."
Ezra rolled his eyes at the teen perched on his mattress "What does it have to do with us." His voice was provocative but with an obvious hint of mirth.
His comment got him a venomous glare from the young warrior. "It's my art! They have a whole collection of it, chunks of walls I tagged, posters I've put up, even my greatest work of art." Ezra's eyes widened at this, Sabine had always been incredibly secretive about what she described as her greatest project. Ezra suddenly noticed the young Mandalorian's shoulders were slumped and she looked heartbroken. "I need to get it back Ezra" her voice was practically a whisper and it cracked a little half way through.
Ezra's complexion changed instantly from a cheeky grin to a furious scowl. He wasn't sure who owned this auction but he was going to hurt them, he was going to make them wish they'd never, ever hurt the beautiful girl he was talking to. Ezra stood and reached for Sabine's hands clutching them in his own. "We'll get it back Sabine. I promise" Ezra's voice was quiet and Sabine could see the hate in his eyes.
After several minutes of clinging each other's hands Sabine finally spoke "If we're going to do this I'll need a few things."
Sabine had informed Hera of the mission and despite the pilot's initial outburst she agreed to help them. The two women then made Ezra stand in the centre of the room while they took a variety of measurements. This took close to an hour and was pretty much uneventful. With the exception of when Sabine had to measure Ezra's inside leg. As she brought the tape up his leg, Ezra winked at her and whispered "Hey Sabine" She looked up at him curiously. "Buy me dinner first" This led to Sabine slamming Ezra in the back of the knee and the boy crumpling to the floor yelping in pain.
She knelt next to him and flicked his nose, "Food for thought eh." The two females left him there while they went to go buy resources for the mission. Ezra eventually stood to find a collection of hollow discs on the table with "Watch me" written on a piece of paper next to them. He placed one into the board in the centre of the area. An Imperial Officer flickered into life in the centre of the board.
"Greetings" He spoke in a smooth neutral accent typical of the central imperial worlds. "You are watching disk one of the imperial social etiquette course." Ezra's head collided with the board with an audible thud.
Hera and Sabine arrived to an eerily quiet ship. With Kannan, Zeb and Chopper off on a mission the ship was already quiet. The two women headed into the common area to find Ezra sitting with his feet up on one of the tables. His hair was slicked back and he looked directly at Sabine. Hera, realising that the two teens may want privacy, left for the cockpit carrying a bag of supplies with her. Ezra stalked towards the blue haired Mandalorian and began walking around her as a shark would circle a feeding frenzy.
Sabine jumped when Ezra finally spoke "Are you not an exquisite specimen." Sabine almost screamed, His voice was formal, low and Imperial. The young Jedi reached forward and took her hand in his, lifted it too his mouth and placed a gentle kiss on it. Sabine retracted her hand quickly a look of pure horror on her face. While she couldn't deny that the kiss on her hand had made her stomach flip, this wasn't right, he wasn't right, he wasn't her Ezra. It was just then she noticed it, the flicker of a grin at the side of his mouth.
"Ezra Bridger you unbelievable ass!" She reached for his throat as he cackled but he ducked out the way. Sabine picked up a bag by her side and threw it at him. "Go put that on you, you, Idiot." She stormed into her room with the other bag she had carried into the ship.
Ezra was surprised to see an impeccable suit inside the bag, he headed to his room and slowly put the clothes on. It was black, impossibly so with a white shirt and deep purple tie. He had put most of it on but was having trouble tightening the tie. He half-walked half-stumbled into the main corridor of the Ghost. He moved to the common area and perched himself on a table, his hands moving quickly to the purple challenge around his neck. He heard the sounds of someone walking up behind him. A pair of slender hands came from over his shoulders and gently pushed his down to his sides.
"Let me get that for you." Sabine's voice had a hint of a laugh to it but was mostly affectionate. She slowly tightened his tie taking time to make it as neat as possible. Once she had finished her arms retracted from round his shoulders and Ezra slowly turned around.
Sabine was clad in a beautiful, purple dress the same shade as Ezra's tie. It was modest but still showed some of her feminine curves. Ezra fell in love instantly, this was not to say that he did not already love her much more than he did anything else, but it was like he had just relived every moment since they had met all over again. All the pain, all the triumph, all the hardship and most of all the love.
"Sabine you look beautiful" his voice was deep and sincere every word making Sabine's eyes briefly flash with joy.
"You're not too bad yourself" the quip did not hide Sabine's affection for the young boy well. Sabine took the Padawan's hand and lead him out of the Ghost. There was a speeder waiting for them, Hera sitting in the front looked up at the two teen's as they sat down behind her.
"ready to go?" Hera asked settling into the driver's seat.
"Yes" responded Sabine and Ezra with looks of steely determination.
The two teens stood outside the broken down bar door looking nervous. To gain entry, Sabine had read in the message earlier, they had to simply knock on the door and say a password. Ezra reached his hand forward and rapped on the door. Speaking loud enough for the people on the other side of the door to hear the boy proclaimed "The Black Sun swallows the day." The teen's stood in apprehensive silence as the door slowly creaked open. They were met by the grinning face of a Weequay in a black and gold uniform.
"Good evening Sir and Madam," his voice was rough and discomforting "right this way." He lead them through to a large room with a collection of speeders, each piloted by another weequay. He lead them to the closest one and the two teens climbed in. The weequay from the door grinned at them " have a nice night." The speeder lurched into action and sped through a tunnel at the far end of the room. The two rebels sought out each other's hands as they descended into the dark.