"Update." That was it. This was the first review I got when I posted a new chapter. And it was posted on ch.1 of all places! Lol, a bit disheartening, but I know that the reviews and favorites will really roll in when I complete the story. For those of you who help me out by favoriting, following, and especially leaving a review, know that you had a hand in making this what I hope will be a great story someday. For those of you who were confused at my a/n ending last time, it was a Bebop reference. If that doesn't do it for you, then nothing will. Onward!

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After a very generous amount of what Sabine decided to label mud was rubbed all over her armor, something she considered a direct atrocity to art, Ezra had deemed her bum-worthy.

"Finished. Too bad there's nothing we can do about our nails though; you just can't fake months of neglect." Ezra said, putting a hand on his hip and the other under his chin in what Sabine could only dub "a totally jedi-look."

"And you're sure no one is going to find my helmet?" She said, voicing her displeasure at having to abandon the helmet she held so close to her heart for the umpteenth time.

"Yes, absolutely. I'm pretty proud of myself actually. It only took me five minutes to find that little vent, and if I had that back home at Lothal, I'd dare say it'd have been my personal treasury. Even if someone saw us put something away in this area, they'd still have to see me put it in there before they ever find it." Ezra said with all the confidence in the world, which actually was pretty legit even without the good vibe the force was buzzing off of it.

"Alright then, let's get going."

"Hang on, now's the only peace and quiet we have had in a while. Lemme see if I can get ahold of the rest. Guys? Guys, it's Ezra? Are you there? Hellooo?"

"I take it they're not answering?" Sabine said, leaning on a wall to give her leg a bit of a break.

"No. They said they were fine when we last talked. Before the explosion, ya know? Doesn't matter anyways, I'm sure Kanan and the rest are safe. Let's get focused on us for now. Now let me take a quick look at that." Ezra said, moving over and crouching down to stare straight at the armor in front of Sabine's leg.

"I can't exactly help you if I can't see it."

"Humph. What would you know anyway? Let's just get going."

"Sabine, you'll only be hurting both of us if you don't let me help you. Besides, I picked up a few things along the way. I would've thought that the one thing you'd know about me is that I can be suprising. Usually in a good way…"

"Fine. Whatever." Sabine said quite clearly still furious for some reason as she unbuckled the armor around her leg. A minute later and the armor plopped down to the floor unceremoniously, breaking the awkward tension that had been present while Sabine worked on getting it off.

"It doesn't look that bad." Ezra said, bluffing.

"I thought Jedi were supposed to be able to mask their emotions." She said with a bit of a gloomy face.

"No seriously. It's just swelling and being cooped up with your armor all the time didn't help. Hell, I'm surprised the circulation wasn't cut off. The leg is broken though, I'm sure even you can tell that. Hang on a second."

Ezra took off down the alley, leaving the Mandalalorion who felt naked without her helmet and one of her legs uncovered, to wonder if he had ditched her the second he realized it was broken. Sabine knew she'd willingly let herself go if they were on a mission and this happened, but it still hurt. Despite all this, she still didn't so much as flash a smile his way when she saw him come back with some thin wire no more than a minute later.

"What's with that?" Ezra heard as he turned her back to her, remembering a crate in the alley with them. Even when it concerns her, she still manages to sound like she doesn't care. That leg must really hurt. The former-con thought to himself as he started to kick the dusty crate, which fell apart quite easily.

A minute later, two smelly-looking, good-for-nothing, street rats walked away from the alley. The only thing note-worthy among the two being that one had his or her leg hurt, and was walking with a poor man's version of a crutch.

"Do you even have an idea of where we're supposed to be headed?" An irritated Sabine muttered to Ezra, who she thought was out of ear shot.

"As a matter of fact, I do."

Sabine refused to acknowledge that she had just flinched, and followed up with her second question. "Where then?"

"Where all the drunks seem to go at one point or another." Ezra said, finally looking up from the ground, signaling to Sabine that she could too.

"The Imperial's Jail?"

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Thought to throw in some humor in the story here, seeing as it's going to be strictly serious for now. Yes, some of the crew are in jail. How they avoid potential repercussions will be explained next chapter. IS THIS FAST ENOUGH? Don't get used to an update a day people, as much as I'd like that too. Also, I wanted to throw in some thought of how easily Sabine and Ezra get along when not on a mission, which if my author's read-between-the-line abilities are on par, you could see the answer is "not very well." I'll see you all, in the FUTURE! AAAWWWAAAYYY!