Disclaimer: Okay, the only thing I have in common with Disney is the fish character from Ariel, Flounder. Why, you ask? Because I flounder in the corner when I am forced to admit Rebels is theirs.

Their fourth addition came with considerably more of a shock, as she had quite literally jumped down onto them.

Well, onto Zeb, anyways.

Hera hadn't actually been there in person when her crew had met with the teenager. With Zeb now helping Kanan on the ground, she usually fell into the role of the get-away driver, since those two together got themselves into double the trouble. But she had been filled in on all the details afterwards, when the three of them had come back form the supply convoy they'd been raiding. And they had all been raiding it- it was just that the Mandalorian had been acting on her own agenda.

Zeb and Kanan had successfully broken into (well, hijacked was more like it) an Imperial transport stocked with rations, and were in the process of turning it around to TarkinTown when she had jumped in. Swung through the side-door directly into Zeb's face, as the Lasat had put it.

Apparently they'd all stared at one another until the Mandalorian had relaxed slightly, lowering her dual pistols, and stated the rather obvious, "You aren't Imperial."

And further dialogue hadn't occurred beyond that, because the Empire had noticed the dual-hijacking attempts made on their transport in the middle of it's run. Kanan had dove for the steering wheel, while Zeb had sprung to his feet and began shooting back at the bucket-heads firing at their vehicle, while the newcomer had swayed unsteadily before reaching into her belt and pulling out a small, spherical object.

A small and rather explosive spherical object.

With a blue explosion, the four guards on speeder-bikes had been taken out, and Zeb had nearly collapsed laughing. Kanan had continued heading over to TarkinTown, while Zeb had refrained from shoving her out of the vehicle or knocking her out solely because she'd severely entertained him.

It had been after their successful delivery to the impoverished town that Hera had had the chance to meet the Mandalorian, who had introduced herself as Sabine. Apparently, she'd kept around them- and had been allowed to stay -that far because both parties were interested and surprised to see someone else doing what they were doing: standing up to the Empire. And, of course, Hera had read between the lines when Kanan had given her an inquiring look as Zeb and Sabine had started quipping jibes at the Empire.

It was a silent question, one that had Hera smiling softly later in the night.

She'd raised an eyebrow and shrugged, letting Kanan make the decision. After all, they did have one more empty room capable of accommodating another crew member. And someone with Sabine's obvious skills and... artful spunk would be warmly welcomed. Heck, she seemed to be starting a quick friendship with Zeb even now.

And so, Kanan had asked Sabine if she would be willing to help them take a bite out of the Empire.

When she'd taken off her painted helmet to reveal vibrant orange-and-blue hair and a wide grin, they'd affirmed the fifth addition to their crew.

And the addition of Sabine had been an explosive one. Where Zeb was grumpy and loud, Sabine was mostly quiet and contemplative... which led to eye-popping paintings cropping up in various locations around Hera's ship. Of course, the Mandalorian could match Zeb in loudness and ferocity when she wanted to- especially if she had one of her original paint bombs on hand. Despite their age differences, Zeb and Sabine had quickly turned out to be fast friends- something Chopper found highly disturbing, especially when the lasat threatened to set the Mandalorian on him with bright green paint in the mornings.

Hera herself had formed a camaraderie with the young teen, who would often come to her for advice, once she'd become adjusted to them. Which, honestly, hadn't taken long. Sabine was about as shy and bashful as her custom designed armor suggested, something that had let her fit in rather quickly with the Ghost crew.

Of course, needless to say, Kanan had also forged quite a bond with the young Mandalorian.

With Zeb it had been more of a friendly bond, a brotherly one, even, since the lasat was actually quite a bit older than both of them. But with Sabine?

Hera could see that Kanan had the need to... not exactly protect, though that was also a factor, but... to look after the Mandalorian. She was by far younger than any of them, only a teen, and there was some basic urge that was pushing him towards taking care of Sabine.

Of course, she didn't really need to be looked after. She was... quite adept at fending for herself.

But the way he was around her, especially once she'd settled in (and had... redecorated quite a bit of square-footage around the Ghost), his connection to her was just slightly more of a parental bond than just a simple friendly one. The teasing, the laughter, the advice he'd managed to give her when she'd admitted attending the Imperial academy... and how well they worked together in ops. Together, the three of them- Kanan, Zeb and Sabine -were an absolute terror for any bucket-head they stumbled into.

Hera couldn't help but be content when she saw her partner interacting with their explosion expert. The fact that Kanan was willing and had actually invited such a bond to be made only indicated that he wasn't hesitant at making those types of connections anymore; that his past was no longer haunting him into seclusion.

It was entirely Kanan's idea to let someone into their tightly-knit crew, appropriately named 'Spectres' after Sabine had created the code-name, following the template of Ghost and Phantom. It was his idea and his initiative that expanded their little family- such a step showed he was overcoming his fear of being hurt by his bonds, and Hera was appropriately glad that her friend had been able to pass that obstacle.

Hera had been smiling the night they'd added Sabine because she'd finally managed to help him overcome his loneliness.