After hours of wandering in the desert, Ezra and Sabine finally found a cave where they could escape from the scorching heat. They entered, drenched in perspiration and giddy.

"Thank Manda." Sabine said, panting as she sat down beside Ezra.

An awkward silence filled the cave until it was broken by Ezra. "For the record, you are quite possibly the most colourful Mandalorian I have and probably will ever meet." He said.

Sabine glanced up, surprised at the remark. "Yeah, thanks. It kinda undermines the fierce and powerful exterior that Mandalorian armor is supposed to portray right?" she asked.

Ezra chuckled. She was talking to him! A conversation would be a perfect way to build trust between the both of them. "Maybe, but it could work in your favour; you make the opponent underestimate you and then kick the crap out of them. And personally, I think it looks nice." he replied

Sabine groaned at the last part. "Okay, now you're just flirting with me." she said, rolling her eyes. "I thought Jedi weren't allowed to form attachments?"

"Oh yeah, but apparently not all Jedi follow their rules." Ezra replied. "Tell you what, to pass the time, why don't we get to know each other better? I'll ask a question and you have to answer it, then you can ask me anything and I'll have to answer it." He suggested.

Sabine looked at him with a look of confusion and suspicion. What was he getting at? She thought. "Fine. Better than sitting here and waiting for the sun to set." she said.

"Wonderful. Well then, why didn't you kill me yesterday, in my sleep?" He asked.

Sabine looked down at the ground, in deep thought, picking her words carefully. "I..." she started. "I just couldn't. I thought about doing it but I couldn't. And I don't know why." she finished with a sigh before turning to face him. "My turn! Why did you cover me with your cloak last night? I am after all your enemy." she asked.

Ezra paused for a while before replying. "Because it was the right thing to do." He said and looked away. "After all, you were shivering. We may be enemies, but right now, when we have to survive, I'll take what I've got, and right now all I've got is you."

Sabine raised her eyebrow, intrigued. Before she could ponder any further, Ezra interrupted her with his next question; "Why is your armor so colourful?" He asked.

"I like to paint. A lot. I loved art since I was a child. When I started working for the Empire as a mercenary, I liked to paint my Clan sign on the walls where I made my kill..." she paused for a moment before continuing. "The Empire didn't approve of it. They said it was stupid and a sign of weakness so they took my painting tools away. I think they would've taken my armor as well if I didn't prove myself to be a capable fighter to them."

"You make yourself sound like a psychotic murderer, who leaves a signature mark on his victims so that he'll be known and feared" Ezra commented. Sabine ignored the 'psychotic murderer' and proceeded to ask her next question.

"What is the Jedi Order like to you?" she said.

Ezra pondered the question for a few seconds before replying. "The Jedi Order is like my family, I was taken in when I was just a toddler, during the first Great Galactic War. They taught me how to use my connection to the Force for good, to defend the weak. At the age of 4, I witnessed first hand hundreds of Jedi Knights ruthlessly slaughtered at the hands of the Sith when they attacked Coruscant. I only survived thanks to Master Dume." he paused for a moment as the memory of his now deceased master fighting off the Sith and guiding the young boy to safety. "And then you killed him." he added in a voice full of pain.

Sabine picked up on his tone. Before she knew it, Ezra had his face in his knees and appeared to be sobbing. It seemed not all Jedi were stiff emotionless droids disguised as living creatures.

Sabine didn't wait for him to recover. "Who did you think you killed on Balmorra?" she asked.

"I have no idea." he said.

The Mandalorian's eyes narrowed. "You killed my Father, you Di'kut!" she yelled, before relaxing a bit. "You think you're the only one that lost a father-figure to the enemy?! I lost an actual Father to the enemy." she said.

Ezra couldn't help but be amused at the situation. "Well, so we both killed each other's father-figures and yet now somehow we are doing anything but trying to kill each other and avenge them." he summarized their ordeal.

"We tried that when we first landed here, we were both wounded." she said pointing to the burns on the Jedi's tunic and the cut across her face. "It still hurts you know."

Ezra sighed and remained silent for a while before he finally said in a low voice: "I'm sorry."

Sabine's head shot up when she heard him say something. "What's that?" she asked

"I said, I'm sorry. For your face and for your father." Ezra replied. "You may not forgive me for his death, but I forgive you for my Master's death."

Looking to change the topic and lighten the atmosphere a bit, Sabine tossed up another question; "You said not all Jedi follow the rules. What does that mean?" she asked

Ezra didn't feel comfortable revealing the details of such things, but knew he had to answer in order to gain her trust and support. "Well, basically uhh..." He started "Several Jedi in history have gotten married and had children in secret."

Before she could respond, a growling noise came from inside the cave. Ezra and Sabine stood up and drew their weapons. They glanced at each other and nodded, somehow they knew both were thinking the same thing. The duo walked cautiously into the cave, now illuminated by Ezra's lightsaber.

As they got deeper, the growling got louder and the cave started to tremble. Suddenly, a giant weird looking creature was looming in front of them. "What the Kriff is that?!" Ezra asked no one in particular.

"I dunno, but it doesn't look like a friendly." Sabine replied. The both of them started slowly backing away.

"How do you know?" Ezra shot back. His question was answered when the creature roared loudly, causing the cave to tremble some more. Then it started charging toward them.

"RUN!" They said together and took off. More of the creatures started crawling out of the floor and the rock walls, all in pursuit of the Jedi and the Mandalorian. Sabine shot at the swarm of rock-like giants chasing them, only to see the blaster shots leave a burn on the shell of the creatures but do nothing to slow them down.

"Almost there!" Ezra yelled as the exit came into view. It was now evening on Tattooine. He caught sight of a boulder flying through the air. It hit the wall, causing the cave to start collapsing. We're not gonna make it. Ezra thought.

Ezra acted before thinking twice. He grabbed Sabine with the Force and threw her toward the entrance. She screamed as she flew out just before the cave entrance collapsed, with Ezra and the cave creatures still inside. A rock fell on Ezra and knocked him out. The creatures suffered the same fate.

Outside in the sand, Sabine lay on all fours, panting. She turned around and stared in disbelief at the collapsed cave. What the Kriff just happened?! How the heck was she suddenly flying out of the cave?! And where was Ezra?!

"Har'chaak!" she muttered to herself, realising that the Jedi didn't make it. Before she knew why, she ran toward the rocks and started picking through them. As she did so, she continued to murmur curse words in Mando'a; her native language.

This could take a while... she thought to herself, not even bothering to try to convince herself to abandon the Jedi. He was different, somehow and somewhat. I'll find you, Ezra. She declared in her mind.

A/N: Thanks for reading. I apologise for late updates as I contracted 'George Lucas Syndrome'; I can't write love dialogue that doesn't sound clichéd or even realistic. Maybe it's because I've been single so far... Anyway, thanks again for the support and May The Force Be With You.

Also Happy Late Star Wars Day! Also for all the none SWTOR readers, the creature is called a sand demon.

~Paul.