A/N: An SWR AU Inspired by the HTTYD lemon fanfic "Her Gift" by Calico and set after Star Wars Rebels with a couples of changes which are:
1) Kanan survives "Jedi Night".
2) Ezra isn't dragged off into Wild Space alongside Grand Admiral Thrawn and the Seventh Fleet by the Purrgils.
I only own the plot.
The customized Kom'rk Class fighter/transport of the Kryze Gauntlet ship variant cruised through the night sky, far above the frozen ground and dark forests that blanketed the planet below. At its controls was a boy who had only just become a man Customized with a dark blue, white and silver grey color scheme, the starfighter featured rotating wings, a large hull, and was heavily armed with both two forward and two rear facing laser cannons and deflector shields.
As his destination came into view, the blue-haired boy carefully piloted the ship towards an area he already marked as his landing zone. The snow on the ground was blown away in a white misty cloud by the air ejecting from the nozzles that kept it stabilized. Leaving the engines running in idle in case he needed to make a fast getaway, the boy slowly removed his hands from the controls and sighed, taking a moment to gather his thoughts. He knew why he was here, but that alone didn't make things any better.
Pressing a button on the control console which opened the door at the rear, he walked out of the cockpit, through the main part of the ship and finally down the exit ramp. His boots crunched as they made contact with the snow. It was quiet, with just a slight wind blowing through the trees and his own breathing, which turned into a mist as it made contact with the cold air, making the only noticeable sounds. Yet he couldn't stay still for long as time was of the essence.
The walk was only ten minutes or so from where he had landed, he knew which way to go as he walked amongst the trees. large mansion. Constructed from steel and glass to a minimalist aesthetic tradition of the culture it represented. It was a stunning complex, situated along the edge of a frozen lake, amidst trees and mountains, where it elegantly blended into the snowy landscape of Krownest as a testament to the adaptability and design capabilities of the Mandalorian people.
The stronghold was guarded by several members of Clan Wren, and a number of Fang Class starfighters. Entrance to the building was achieved via a flight of stairs on either end of the complex's lakeward face. It seemed to him that every room in the place was on and the whole place was lit up like it was Life Day. He could easily hear the noise coming from inside and he had to smile. If there was one thing Mandalorians knew how to do, other than fight, it was party and party hard.
Within, the stronghold housed communication facilities, as well as areas for members of Clan Wren to spar. Inside, the complex also featured an expansive great hall, furnished with a long dining table and a large throne for the clan leader. Furthermore, the great hall was decorated with a number of chandeliers, wall-mounted light fixtures, several potted plants, and a portrait of the leader of Clan Wren, whoever they happened to be, was displayed over the throne.
Leading off from the great hall at the front of the complex was a small balcony that overlooked the nearby lake. He paused, waiting just behind the treeline, in the shadows where the darkness helped him to blend in seamlessly. The boy was anxious, worried that she wouldn't be able to make it out and that they would miss such a precious opportunity. He snorted in order to quell his doubts and shifted about on his feet in order to keep himself warm and in a physical response to his unease.
But in the pale starlight, a door cracked open and the girl exited with exaggerated, yet well placed steps, meant to make as little noise as possible. He caught his breath and held it as she closed the door agonizingly slowly. He didn't release it until she had jogged the short distance to him. They didn't say anything, but he opened his arm and the girl flung herself at him, eagerly wrapping her arms around his neck and burying her face into his chest, just like always, just like it should be.
For a moment, they just stood there in each other's arms, holding onto each other like they would never let go. But again, time was not on their side. They only had a certain amount to spend together and for her to get back before she was missed. They didn't say anything, they didn't need to. Breaking the hug, he offered her his arm and she eagerly took, settling into step with him. As they turned to head back into the forest in the direction of the ship, a glint of metal caught his eye.
Turning his head, the boy spotted a male figure, clad in the customary silver grey and gold lined armour of Clan Wren with the crest standing out on his helmet. He had seen and was currently watching them. He felt the girl turn as well to see what he was looking at. Through the Force, the boy felt her body tense and fear start to eek out of her like a storm. In his own mind, he could picture what would happen next. The guard would dash for the inside to alert the party members what was happening.
Then the two of them would be chased down and caught unless they could get to the Starbird in time which seemed unlikely. The Mandalorians who lived on Krownest knew how to move fast and cover ground thanks to their jetpacks. Both of them would be captured. He would most likely be thrown behind bars or perhaps executed though that was only if Usra, Alrich, Tristan and the rest of their clan were able to assert themselves over their guests. But that didn't happen.
To the pair's amazement, the guard didn't shout, nor did he run. Instead, he just nodded once, and turned his head away to look out over the lake. He was doing it on purpose. "Force bless you, son of Mandalore," the boy said softly. With little prompting, he turned and pulled the girl around, and the pair walked silently away into the night. Taking a different path to the one he had used, the two teens made their way along the bottom of a nearby gully in case they were pursued by any potential roaming patrols.
They easily traversed the terrain having gone that way before and memorized the easiest path to take and made their way on through the woods, still holding hands tightly as if either of them might be pulled away by an unseen force. Soon, his ship came into view and they quickened their pace before climbing up on board. The boy removed his hand from hers and walked up to the cockpit to close the ramp before joining her in the main body of the ship once more.
From the supply lockers, he removed several pairs of animal pelts, and laid them on the metal floor in several layers. While it could be considered fall and the air was bitingly cool, there was no sign of fresh snow approaching. Weddings always usually took place before new snow fell. He dimmed the lights and hunkered down the floor next to her, peering into nothingness as if to find some other answer to their problem. Even some hope.
She placed her hand on his shoulder and he looked up at her into her warm brown eyes. She had already taken her armour and bodysuit off, leaving her in just her underwear and in the combined light of the moon and the ship's lights, she looked like a goddess, perhaps a fallen Mandalorian Princess coming to take him from battle. He was breathless at the sight of her beauty, but at the same time, also heartbroken.
She shivered in the cool air and, after removing most of his own clothes, he pulled her down to the skins, embracing her so that she could feel his warmth. His hand gently traced her face, her arm, her stomach before hovering over the small covered mounds on her chest with uncertainty. While he hadn't always shown her the utmost respect, the boy had never taken any liberties with her body before. Even now that it willingly sat open to him, he was still unsure.
Her hands moved behind her and there came a small click before the black fabric moved away revealing the two dark nubs on her light coffee brown skin, already hard from the cold. Reaching over, she gently took one of his own and gently pulled it over before using it to rub her right breast with his palm. Immediately, he became awash with the simple pleasure that gave him and, feeling slightly more bold, reached down to remove her final item of clothing.
Once her pants had joined her bra, he carefully moved his other hand down to sample another previously off limit place on her body, first the smooth roundness of her buttocks, then her thigh and finally the warmth between her legs, all the while kissing her somewhere, everywhere. Her lips found his ear and she whispered for him to take his pants off. Of course he was hesitant at first; it would mean moving away from her, nor did he want to waste any precious moments, but he did so, hastily pulling at the last piece of clothing preventing full skin-on-skin contact.
He was conscious of not wanting to hurt her in any way, quickly moving back under the cover of the furs to shield himself from the cold, lying alongside her, feeling every inch of her smooth skin and she likewise felt the warmth from his body, both excited and terrified at the closeness. "Are you sure?" he asks for the first and only time. She smiled up at him before she gently pulled his face down to hers, meeting his mouth with a hungry passion. "Please," she whispered to him. As if he could ever deny her anything.
He knew what he had to do, and more importantly what it meant for her. He was angry too. This was supposed to happen on their wedding night, in their marital bed, starting their life together not out here in the wild on a starship, shivering from the late fall chill. But even after everything he had accomplished he had, in the eyes of the majority of the other clans, not been a worthy enough suitor, he didn't bring the highest Bride Price, and tomorrow she would marry a man nearly a decade and a half her senior.
The heir to a rival clan, whom she had only ever met on one occasion, the members of which had only promised peace on that condition. Not even the intervention of her family or their friends could alter his wishes. It was happening, and was completely out of their control. "Please," she whispered again, almost a sob. She wanted to give him this, her final gift to him. She would do as her parents wished, but she would not give that di'kut this, her highest value.
It belonged only to him. The one who had been by her side no matter what. He found the opening and pressed forwards, gently at first and then with more insistence. He sighed as he felt himself being wholly enveloped in her, his manhood surrounded by her wet heat, a pleasure he had only ever dreamed of before now. She whimpered quietly beneath him as he desperately tried to make it more comfortable for her.
He hated himself a little for doing this to her, but he was also glad that it was him doing and not someone who cared nothing for her except about her beauty. Yes, he thought with a surge of rage, he wasn't going to let anyone else have this precious moment. He grunted loudly as his movements became faster and faster. She screamed in pleasure as she was filled well beyond anything her fingers could have ever accomplished.
Had it not been for the furs keeping the pair of them warm, she would most likely have forced him onto his back and rode him for all she was worth on pure adrenaline alone. His thrusts were precise, filling and everything in between. He was not simply having sex with her, he was making love to her. The pain from before had completely disappeared as he plunged in and out, in and out and she was loving every single minute of it.
She had been the hunter, but now she had become the hunted. The tables had been turned on her in a way she never expected, but was definitely not going to complain about it. Her eyes were pouring out tears freely and without restraint; her body was wracked with sobs, gasps for breath and sensual moans. For the boy, all he saw was the girl he loved in pain, being tortured in a way that made her do what she was doing now.
Even so, he refused to allow his mind to be clouded by the Dark Side of the Force. That had happened before and nothing good had come of it. Yes, she thought. This is what I needed. This is what I always wanted him to do. She let out a loud moan as he bent his head down and sucked on her right nipple hard. Her muscles clamped around him in rapid spasms, eager for release.
"EEEEZZZRRRAAAAAA!" she screamed his name as her orgasm overtook her, clamping down on him so hard he could no longer move as her body tried to milk him for every last drop of his life-giving seed. It was looser now, smoother too, but no less intoxicating, and he moved within her both wanting more and wanting it to draw out forever. Soon his thoughts drift away and he's only left with feeling building up in his cock, a pure need.
It grew and grew inside of him, overwhelming all of his senses until he couldn't hold it back any longer. The release came hard and he couldn't help but let loose tears at its power, her power to do this to him. She was no longer whispering, only breathing deeply beneath him. Ezra didn't want to part from her just yet and lays down alongside her. Her hands continued to move, gentle fingers trailing over his hair, arms and back.
"Let's just leave," he says, his voice faint from exhaustion. "We can fly somewhere, anywhere, far away from here." He saw her shake her head, even as she hugged him tightly, her eyes and still shining with both dry and fresh tears. "I can't. I made a promise." The Jedi looked Sabine over. "You also promised to be pure." Her finger traced his lips. "A small white lie is nothing compared to a broken contract. What he doesn't know won't hurt him." Ezra closed his eyes.
"I can't live without you." "Yes, you can. We'll both be fine. It'll hurt, yes, but not forever." He wasn't not so sure of that. After several moments of silence, her small voice whispered to him something that made their current situation all the more special and sorrowful. "Drail Zaggill can try to take my body but my heart will always belong to you and you alone. Ni kar'tayli gar darasuum, Ezra Bridger."
Tears rolled down his cheeks and he pulled her into a hug, both sobbing repeatedly together as they held each other close. He pulled back, opening his mouth to respond with the only thing he could think of. "Ni kar'tayli gar darasuum, Sabine Wren." And just like that, their time together was over. Her day would start early tomorrow and she needed to get back to the party before anyone realized that she was gone.
Reluctantly they pulled themselves away from each other. They dressed in silence and then sat together on the animal pelts, hip to hip, knee to knee, hands entwined together. "Ezra," Sabine started to speak, but did not look at him. She couldn't bring herself to do so. "If I... if I'm…" "I don't want to know," he says, suddenly cutting her off. She looked at him fully now. "I don't think I could stand knowing that he took both of you from me."
The white and purple-haired girl nodded sadly and cupped his face in her hands, kissing him one last time. "I'll miss you." "I love you, Sabine," Ezra finally whispered to her, and it hurts them both to their very cores. Together, they walked back through the woods as silently as before and he could only watch as she returned to her home, knowing he would probably never see her again.
After she went in the same way that she had come out of, the young Jedi turned, and without looking back once, headed back to the Starbird. Up on the balcony near the stairs, the guard who had seen the pair go shook his head sadly before once again returning to his duty. The flight back to Lothal was a slow and tortuous one. Several times, Ezra was sorely tempted to turn around and go straight back to Krownest and bring Sabine back with him, but each time he stopped himself.
He had done what he needed to do. The matter was out of his hands now. Instead, he focused his eyes on the swirling blue and white tunnel that was hyperspace, which seemed to mirror the Spectre's thoughts. Soon, his mind drifted to what the others would say when he got back. Eventually, his home planet came into sight and began to make preparations for landing at the Capital City Spaceport. It was still night as he landed in an open landing bay.
No one was about and for that Ezra was grateful, not having the energy or will to confront anyone. He paused outside the ship, tracing the paintwork. Ezra could easily remember the day that he had revealed it to Sabine, stripped to the bare metal and ready for her to work her artistic magic on it. Later that day, he could remember his surprise and joy at the result- There was a sudden shift in the Force and he turned to see them standing there at the entrance to the landing bay.
First was a lime green Twi'lek dressed in a flight suit with goggles on top of her head and turquoise/ocean green-blue eyes. Beside her stood a man with brown hair now in a ragged looking shortcut from what his usual ponytail had been a few months ago, wearing an apple green jumper with dark green armour encasing most of his left arm, light blue-grey trousers, boots and a lightsaber hilt at his side.
His eyes were also blue, a shade that Ezra hadn't seen for a long, long time since the fateful events that had happened on Malachor a couple of years ago. Between them was a white C1-series astromech droid with an orange dome decorated with a yellow stripe. That they were angry at him for what he had done, mainly going off without telling them where he was going or that he had been in secret contact with Sabine was at the forefront of his mind as the youngest of the Ghost Crew walked over to and stopped in front of them.
Feeling ashamed he couldn't bear to meet their eyes until he heard Hera step forward and gently cup his face. Looking up he saw and found that both her eyes and whole face held nothing but pity for him, a look Ezra had seen several times before. Without a word Hera pulled him into a hug, wrapping her arms tightly around him like a mother would hold a child. In a technical sense that was exactly what she was to the blue-haired boy and there were no words he could to describe how grateful to her that he was.
Returning the hug he heard Kanan's footsteps move forward and stop before a second pair of arms wrapped themselves around him and Hera. For a long time he and the ex-Jedi hadn't had the best relationship, but it had steadily gotten better and better until it was what it was now. Chopper was the last to move, rolling forwards, chirping softly, an uncharacteristic sound for the usually argumentative, cantankerous, and mischievous droid.
He gently nudged Ezra's leg in his own attempt to comfort the boy who reached down with a hand and patted his antenna. After a few minutes the three flesh and blood beings present pulled apart but still kept their hands on each other. Hera was the first to speak. "Usra told us that one of the guards spotted you and Sabine as you were leaving and explained everything. We're so sorry, Ezra." He didn't reply, once again looking down at the ground even as Kanan spoke.
"We're not angry at you, far from it. You did what Sabine asked you to do and honored your promise to her. That's the mark of a true Jedi, and don't you ever think otherwise." Those words brought a tiny semblance of hope back into Ezra's heart for the first time that evening. Praise from Kanan, or indeed anyone besides Hera, had been a rare thing back when he had first joined the Ghost Crew and, unknowingly, the Rebel Alliance at large.
Hera spoke again. "There's someone else who wants to see you as well." She gestured in the direction of the entrance and Ezra followed her gaze. He felt his surroundings stop when he saw the tall, dark skinned woman standing before him. A square of close cropped black hair was on the top of her head while two thin, blood red triangle shaped tattoos could be seen on the sides of her side.
Her eyes were purple and she wore a full bodysuit like Sabine supplemented by padded gloves and boots. Also like her she didn't wear full Mandalorian armour, nor was it in the usual design with hers being designed for boarding other ships in space. Red marking adorned the plates and parts of her bodysuit with symbols and text from both her people and Black Sun. On her right glove was a screen used to time her operations while the right one had two buttons.
A blaster pistol hung in the holster on her belt that contained a set of pouches on her right hip used for credits and a communicator given to her by Sabine was on the left side. Ezra could also see her combat staff on her back as she began to walk forwards. It resembled a combination of a vibro-axe blade on the end of a staff used by Tusken Raiders on Tatooine for close-combat while also functioning as a blaster for ranged attacks.
Such a function reminded him of his first lightsaber which had featured the same ability. Ketsu Onyo had, and as still did as far as knew, worked as a bounty hunter in the employ of Black Sun in the years prior to the Battle of Yavin. She had once been a friend of Sabine and helped her escape from the Imperial Academy on Mandalore, with he two became bounty hunting partners before they parted on bad terms, and Wren joined the Spectres.
Ketsu had later resurfaced on Garel where she was to steal a GNK-series power droid called EG-86, who was carrying sensitive information. However, this job, unknown to her, brought her into conflict with Wren, Chopper and Ezra. Following a struggle that ended in the space above Garel, the two girls had reconciled and then joined forces to escape an Arquitens Class command cruiser and deliver EG-86 to the rebel cell on Havoc Outpost and help him escape.
While Ketsu declined Wren's offer to join the rebellion, the two departed on friendly terms. Later, she helped the Phoenix Cell to obtain fuel from Horizon Base. She later aided the Spectres by fighting off Imperial forces during an Imperial attack on the rebel fleet. Her actions enabled the Ghost to both land on the rebel flagship and deliver vital supplies to the rebels and, having refueled, allow the rebels to escape to the planet Atollon.
They hadn't had much interaction, but he could easily hazard a guess as to why she was here. Meeting in the middle the two looked at each other for a few moments before Ketsu lunged forward and wrapped her arms around his neck, and pulled him close. Taken by surprise at her sudden and uncharacteristic display of affection at first, Ezra returned the gesture. He knew how close the pair had been despite the gap that had formed between them.
After a few minutes, the former pulled back, allowing him to see tears had formed in her eyes. They didn't need to say anything. Nothing needed to be said. None of them questioned his absence from the festivities the next morning. The celebration, despite being for the fall of the Empire, was minimal in his mind compared to what the wedding was like, with the couple set to their new home across the planet. He didn't know the name of the land, nor did he kriffing care.
Like he had done so on that fateful day four years ago, Ezra watched from his tower, eyes closed as he pictured the ship flying away and the couple remaining there throughout the day and evening. And there they would have stayed until the moon was high and the stars were out, when he knew that the marriage must have been consummated. Unable to bear it any longer, Ezra screamed out into the wind until he couldn't scream anymore.
The wedding had taken over three hours to be complete, but it felt much, much longer to Sabine Wren. Her father was doing his best to look proud, but inwardly she knew that, if he and her mother had their way, she would be marrying a completely different and better man. She wasn't blind to the pitying looks that she received from the other members of her clan despite being hidden by their helmets or not, or that some were angry though not at her, but rather at what was happening.
There were even a few that were present on the visible and hidden faces of the more sympathetic members of Clan Zaggill that day. That she could handle, she could handle being pitied. Well... to a certain extent anyway. She could also handle the fact that her clanmates weren't happy with the proceedings. Yet even as Sabine reached and stood at the front of the chapel near the altar, bouquet in hand, her future husband looking at her like she was a fine prize, her mind was constantly on Ezra.
The only moment she did break such a train of thought was when the vows were made. If it weren't for the fact that this was for her family and home then she would have run off, still in her wedding dress, veil and all, jump into the first ship she found and gone straight to Lothal.
But she didn't.
Eight Months Later - 2 ABY...
Sabine grunted from the pain coursing throughout her body, but refused to scream. She was a Mandalorian after all though it was beginning to feel like more than even she could bear. The midwife shuffled about the room efficiently, calling out instructions in curt short words. The dark purple haired girl liked that, Sabine didn't think she could take someone fawning over her at this moment anyway. After all, he was waiting right outside the door to the room - her husband - waiting for news of his first born.
She silently begged to whatever entity was listening yet again, even as another contraction hit her followed by another a few moments later. Let it be fair and lean, not dark and corpulent like him. She didn't even care if anyone else noticed. The midwife ordered her to push and she did so, even though it felt as if she was being split in two. When Sabine felt like she couldn't go on any longer, it was over and she leaned back, gasping for air as the older woman cut the umbilical cord.
"Let me see it," she demanded firmly, holding her arms out. "One moment, I need to clean it up first." The woman seemed to take an eternity before presenting Sabine with her baby, wrapped up in a white wool blanket, eyes barely open. "Here's your daughter." She pushed the blanket aside eagerly to get a better look at the face. The new born's features were still squished together, just a mold of a person-to-be really, but she thinks, no she's sure she recognizes the nose.
A smile graced her face as the baby immediately began to fuss hungrily, but didn't cry. "Wife?" came a voice, followed by her husband peering into the room he was finally allowed to enter, alerted by the sound. "It's a daughter," the other told him. Sabine would have scowled if she could, but she was far too filled with joy. She imagined the light fuzz on her head would grow into a dark navy and her light baby blue eyes would perhaps develop into a lovely electric shade.
"Hmm," her husband muttered, coming to stand at her bedside. "Doesn't really look like my family at all." "He looks like mine that's why," Sabine replied absentmindedly, touching the baby everywhere, loving the feel of its soft skin. "My gift," she whispered quietly to her, giving the infant a small kiss on the cheek. "Thank you, Ezra Bridger. Ephraim and Mira would be proud of you." "What?"
Her husband was now looking at her strangely and realised that she had spoken out loud. "I said her name is Mira." He frowned at her. "That sounds ridiculous. I have plenty of fine family names-" he began. "I don't care what other names you can think of, that's what I'm calling her and that's final," she snapped churlishly, a defiantly combative glint in her eyes. "Now can you kindly leave me alone with my daughter?"
The man, realizing he was not needed, and that his wife wouldn't be browbeaten gave her a curt kiss on her forehead and departed from the room, followed a few minutes later by the midwife. Sabine sighed in relief and cooed to her little girl as she nestled her close to her breast. "I love you." A happy gurgling laugh came from the baby in return that made the girl's heart melt. Her peace lasted for ten minutes before the door opened.
Looking up she was in time to see her parents and older brother hurriedly enter the room having no doubt heard the good news. Their eyes and faces lit up with joy as they laid eyes on their new granddaughter and stepsibling. "She's beautiful," said Usra, a look of absolute pride evident on her usually stern face. "Just like her mother." Sabine smiled happily at this despite feeling very tired. "And just like her father," added Alrich. "Her real father." That made his daughter smile even more.
Unknown to any of the family, far, far away across the vast gulf of the Galaxy on a seemingly unassuming planet, a young man with dark blue hair sat in his room, meditating. Suddenly he stiffened and his brow furrowed as he felt a tremor in the Force. Focusing hard, he reached out further and felt a wave of pure warmth and innocence meet him. That meant... That meant... A broad smile appeared on Ezra's face as he realised what had transpired so many lightyears away on Krownest.
The sound of footsteps getting closer drew his attention. Opening his eyes and looking up he saw Ketsu enter the room. Their relationship had been a surprise to everyone, particularly Kanan and Hera, given how the pair had kept it under wraps. On the night that he had returned to Lothal after spending his final moments with Sabine, he and Ketsu had spent the rest of it talking nearly endlessly about old times with their mutual friend. It had been their way of grieving without giving in to sorrow completely.
Sure, they had wept until tears at some of the more precious memories that they held dear, but all in all such a time had been worth it. They had also taken the time to get to know each other better, mostly of their respective pasts and then onto the others. Despite being known for not wanting to stick around in one place for long, Ketsu had volunteered to stay and help with the effort to rebuild Lothal which had been a surprise to the four members of the Ghost Crew stationed there.
Well, technically five members if you were to count the fact that Hera was now eight to nine months or so pregnant with hers and Kanan's child, not that anybody, especially Ezra and Chopper, were surprised given how obvious it was that the pair cared for one another. He noticed Ketsu was looking at him with a raised eyebrow in a silent question and got to his feet, still smiling. "She's here." Those two words were all he needed to say. For a few moments she still looked confused until realization dawned upon her.
A smile of her own appeared and she darted forward to hug Ezra. He met her halfway and they embraced with cries of joy and happy smiles, gripping each other with excitement. "Come on! We've to tell Kanan and Hera!" the boy said. Nodding in agreement the pair broke apart and raced out of the room, down the elevator, and were soon speeding towards Capital City. It didn't take them long to reach the landing bay where the Ghost was docked.
Eight Years Later - 10 ABY...
The Kom'rk Class ship left hyperspace above the planet of Lothal and slowly descended towards the surface below. At its controls, a twenty eight year old woman with dark purple, almost black hair with warm brown eyes. Sabine let a smile grace her lips at the sight of the planet below. It had been so long since she had last been here to help free it from the Empire. Getting away from her "husband" had been relatively easy considering he was never really around much.
It was no secret that, in Mandalorian culture, a man was legally able to take multiple lovers, but Drail had proven not to be much of a follower of tradition. As Tristan had put it, "No matter how many women he has, he'll never be satisfied." "Are we there yet?" a voice from behind her asked. Sabine turned her head to see an eight year old girl with dark blue-grey hair in a plaited braid tied with a grey hair band enter the cockpit.
Her daughter, Mira, was already showing signs of growing up to be a fine young woman. She was currently dressed in a black t-shirt, a grey belt and black shorts and boots to match. On each shoulder of her shirt was a white Starbird symbol. A couple of plasters could be seen on Mira's left leg which spoke of her adventurous spirit. Much like mine, Sabine thought to herself. "Yes, Mira," she replied as her daughter climbed into the chair next to her.
"We're here." The young girl's dark brown eyes widened in awe as she caught sight of the world below them. "Is that Lothal?" she asked which made her mother chuckle. "Yes, dear, yes it is. And you'll soon get a much better look," Sabine continued as she piloted the ship down through the orbit and upper atmosphere of the planet itself. Capital City and the surrounding fields and hills immediately came into view as they broke through the clouds.
Mira's eyes got even wider and her mouth dropped open upon seeing the glistening white towers that seemed to form a crown with their pinnacles. But it was the silver and dark grey tower, standing all alone in the middle of the fields, that caught her mother's eye. It was all she could to keep the tears from falling. Tempted as Sabine was to circle and get a full look, she knew that would come in time.
Soon, the Kom'rk was flying through the airspace above the city itself, drawing many wandering eyes from below, given that a Mandalorian ship was a rare sight. It wasn't long before the ship and its two occupants had touched down one of the spaceport's landing bays. Once she had powered down the engines Sabine looked down at her daughter. "Mira," she said. "We're going to meet someone very special. Someone that you deserve to know."
The young girl cocked her head to one side in curiosity. "Is it Uncle Jarrus and Auntie Syndulla?" she asked. Her mother shook her head. "No, dear. Someone far more important than that." Sabine saw the look of confusion in Mira's eyes as the pair exited the ramp and onto firm ground. Suddenly she saw the girl stiffen and look around for something that she couldn't see, but Sabine knew right away what it was.
Or rather, who it was. Mira felt her mother stop and looked up to see that she was looking at the bay entrance. Following her gaze, the eight year old saw someone standing there. It was a man, a bit shorter and younger than her father with long dark blue hair that reminded her of her own. She had asked about it, but never gotten a straight answer or none at all. He was dressed in an orange jacket with a yellow t-shirt underneath it.
A blue belt was wrapped around his waist along with earth brown gloves and pouches of the same colour on either side; blood red trousers and thigh tall black boots with three straps each completed his attire. What also caught Mira's attention was a strange looking metal cylinder hanging off the left-hand side of his belt. Furthermore, he seemed to be... buzzing, that was the best way she could describe it, with something she couldn't describe.
Looking up at her mother for an answer, Mira was shocked to see that tears were rolling down the woman's cheeks and yet she was also smiling. Noticing her daughter looking down at her, she gestured to the man in front of them.
"Mira... Meet your father... Your real father. Ezra Bridger."