Ezra wished that Orn Free Taa could've weighed slightly less, but instead the young Jedi had to climb the walker with the equivalent of three weeks supplies on his back. He opened the hatch of the AT-ST and threw the Twi'lek inside. He poked his head through the hole and saw Sabine working feverishly at the controls.
"Sabine are we ready to move?" The boys voice was panicked but controlled.
Sabine's response was short and stern "Yes! I've messaged Hera our coordinates and she'll be arriving with a cargo ship any minute, quick go open the blast doors!" Ezra leapt off the walkers roof and headed for the door controls. He scoured them for the correct button and slammed his palm down on it once it was found.
Just as Ezra was about to return to the walker, he was met by a gigantic fist thrust into his stomach. Ezra crumpled the wind knocked out of him. He looked up to see the towering goliath of a man that had stopped them earlier.
"I knew there was something off about you two! But I figured it was that Mando brat not you." The man's voice had lost its calmness from earlier and was instead a deep snarl.
Upon hearing the way his assailant spoke about Sabine, Ezra pushed himself up to face the goliath and drew his lightsabre. As the blade flickered to life the large man took a step back.
"You're a Jedi!" His face changed from one of mocking self-confidence, to one of stern determination. "I've always wanted to kill a Jedi." He pulled the blade from his back and swung for Ezra. Their blades clashed in a flicker of sparks again and again. After each blow The Enforcer would take a step forward, slowly gaining ground. Ezra was unable to put up with the man's vicious strikes for much longer. The young Jedi attempted to dodge a blow but was met by a huge fist slamming into him.
The man kicked Ezra in the gut sending the boy reeling but was momentarily distracted by the loud thuds of the AT-ST making its way towards them. The giant turned to face the metallic colossus and roared "What you want a go too brat!" The noise of his exclamation was drowned out by the guns of the walker. The blast from the colossuses weapons sent the man reeling, before he collapsed never to kill again. Ezra moved to the man's corpse and picked up the fallen vibroblade, holding that in his off-hand and his lightsabre in the other he moved to the walker. He clambered onto the roof just as the door at the far end of the room swished open and guards flocked in. Despite his precarious position on the walker, Ezra began deflecting as much of the blaster fire as he could. The walker had cleared the doors and they could see the large freighter that was here to pick them up, Hera had obviously called in a favour to get them this ship. The freighters minimal cannons fired at the structure in the hope of securing the teens escape. After what seemed like a millennia of blocking fire, the walker had reached the ship. The cargo ramp closed behind the walker and the ship made a quick escape to orbit.
Ezra and Sabine sat in the hanger of Ahsoka's flag ship. It was not a large ship but it had enough room to place the walker, in all its great glory, in its centre. The two teens were waiting to be called up to the bridge their latest escapade gaining the rebel leader's attention. Sabine had snuggled up to Ezra as they sat at the foot of the walker. She was resting her head on his lap as he stroked her hair affectionately. She sighed and rolled onto her back so she could look up at the young Jedi.
"That was eventful" Sabine's voice was jovial but her joy didn't reach her eyes. She looked tired and Ezra didn't blame her. They sat in silence after that Sabine's eyelids flickering closed as she slowly fell asleep. Ezra slowly took of his jacket and draped it over the sleeping girl. He placed a gentle kiss to her forehead.
Ezra could see Hera walking towards them, her face calm and collect. She indicated for the boy to follow and he nodded his affirmation before gently scooping up the young Mandalorian. They walked towards the ghost in silence.
Sabine woke in her cabin, alone. The room was silent and the bed was warm. The girl bunched the covers around her and snuggled deep into the duvet. She had almost drifted to sleep when she heard the knock at the door.
"Sabine?" Ezra's voice drifted through the door like a leaf on an autumn wind. He opened the door and crouched next to the nest of duvet and pillows she had created in her sleep. "How are you doing Sabine?" His voice was full of concern and love, his hand reaching up to stroke her hair gently. She sat herself up in bed and looked at the young Jedi. He was without a shirt, probably because of the large number of bandages wrapped around his torso.
Sabine extended a hand and gentle brushed it over his left side. "That guy really did a number on you huh?" Ezra nodded wincing in pain. Sabine slid towards the wall and patted the bed next to her. "Come sit here great hero" her voice was a gentle, teasing but Ezra still accepted her offer. They sat together just enjoying the company until Sabine turned to face Ezra, "what you did, no, what you stopped me from doing, Thank you." Sabine was expecting a boyish laugh and a cheap joke, what she got was a deep loving kiss. Ezra moved one hand to her side and the other to her cheek. The young Mandalorian melted into the Jedi's arms and returned the kiss with passion. Sabine broke the kiss moving from his mouth to his neck placing light butterfly kisses wherever she could. Ezra pulled her back to him reinstating the kiss. Sabine sighed deeply finally she thought everything is going to be alright.
Ex-Senator Orn Free Taa wasn't completely sure where he was. The room he was in was small, dark and metallic. He tried to reach for his broken nose but his hands were bound. The purple something binding his hands together was tough and looked like an awful lot like a tie. It was at this moment that he realised where he was, he was inside the walker. He reached for the exit hatch but it was sealed, he dived for the controls but they were powered down and he didn't have a clue how it worked. He decided his only way out was to make as much noise as possible.
The hanger was deathly silent what with most people on board the craft asleep. In the centre of the room was a mighty monument to the heroes of Lothal. Holographic versions of Kannan, Hera, Zeb and Chopper stood in front of the walker looking fierce. On its roof were more holograms one of a boy, lightsabre in hand, back to back with a girl, her Mandalorian armour detailed and her arms outstretched blasters in hand.
The Walker had kept most of its original colours and looked no worse for ware and every once in a while, the silence of the hangar was interrupted by a shout for help.