Okay, so this isn't explicitly SabEzra, but it's just a neat little idea I got while reading a spy novel. Anyway, enjoy!!
Sometime between the beginning of Season 4 and the Ghost crew's mission to Lothal...
Ezra and Sabine walked into the command center in the Massassi Temple and found Hera speaking with Mon Mothma. The Twi'lek wrapped up her conversation and turned towards her young friends.
"You're here. Good."
"Got a job for us?", Sabine asked confidently. Hera nodded and brought up an image on the war room holotable. It was a pale-skinned human man with bright red hair styled like the spikes on a mace.
"This is Deskan Hian. He's a spice mogul from Cantonica, as well as an Imperial informant. Apparently he's gotten his hands on intel regarding some of our best operatives in the Outer Rim. If the Empire gets that intel, it's gonna make winning this war a lot more difficult."
Ezra didn't seem to like what Hera was implying. "So we take him out?"
She shook her head and the young Jedi sighed in relief: "That would raise too much suspicion. What we need is to steal the intel back. Luckily for us, an opportunity has revealed itself. Hian's hosting a party at his estate in two standard days."
Sabine scratched her chin. "Undercover?"
"Bingo. You two infiltrate the party, find Hian, and pickpocket the intel from him. Our spies say he always carries important data in a drive on his person until he can hand it off to his Imperial contact. I suggest you two go get ready."
Later, the pair of teenage rebels were in Sabine's room. Ezra stared at himself in her mirror, admiring the suit that had been provided for the assignment. It was a dark shade of blue to match his hair, which made Sabine laugh when she first saw it. Speaking of Sabine, she came out of her refresher and Ezra's jaw dropped.
Her dress was a predomimamt coral orange, fading into sunset purple towards the bottom. The short sleeve was hanging off her left shoulder, exposing her tanned skin. She was also wearing forearm-length gloves to match.
"You look amazing", he shamelessly blurted out.
"Not so bad yourself, Bridger. You clean up pretty nice."
Ezra gulped nervously and blushed. "So I guess this is how we're gonna look on assignment. I gotta say, I never pictured myself fighting the Empire in dress clothes."
"War is full of surprises, Ezra. Have to always expect the unexpected."
"So ya ready to go?"
"Are you kidding? I'm not spending a whole day in this thing. Plus, I have to change my hair first", the Mandalorian groaned as she tugged at her collar and walked back to the 'fresher. "And by the way, ya know the ship they're giving us?"
"Yeah", Ezra replied as he slid out of his jacket, "What about it?"
"It only has one bed." The smirk on Sabine's face could've killed a rancor, and the inhuman choking sound that came out of Ezra's mouth almost made her laugh. Almost.
Flash Forward...
The ship exited hyperspace over Cantonica and Sabine made the landing calculations.
"These Alderaanian ships are a dream to fly. Remind me to thank Leia for loaning this to us."
Deskan Hian's mansion dominated an otherwise flat and barren landscape about a hundred miles north of Canto Bight City. Its grassy yard provided a stark contrast to the bland desert that surrounded it. After landing the ship, Sabine and Ezra changed back into their formal outfits. The latter dug in one of his pockets and pulled out two small devices.
"Earpiece comlinks. The microphones are built into our clothes so we can keep in touch if we have to separate."
"Alright. Let's go."
They tucked in their comms and then locked arms before going down the ship's ramp. When they arrived at the door to the mansion, a burly Aqualish asked for their invitations. Sabine pulled out the two perfectly-fabricated slips and gave them to the alien, who grunted and let them through.
Inside was a large ballroom with a fully-staffed bar on one end with a Bith band pumping out smooth music on the other.
And it was full of people.
"I don't see Hian anywhere", Sabine murmured.
"Me neither. Let's split up."
They wove their way through the crowd in different directions, Sabine heading for the dance floor while Ezra went to the bar. The Jedi ordered a drink and sipped it slowly as he casually watched his Mandalorian partner whenever he saw her.
"He's not over here. Any luck on your end?", he whispered into his comm.
"No, I can't... wait a minute. I have a visual."
Sabine saw Hian chatting it up with a couple of female Theelins. She made sure the decoy data drive was tucked snugly into her glove before moving in.
"Mr. Hian!! It is truly an honor to meet you!! I must say, the design of your home is truly the work of an artist!!"
"Thank you, madam. It was designed by the finest team of Bith architects. I am nothing if not a stickler for eloquence", the hooligan slurred as he shook her hand.
He's drunk. That'll make things easier, Sabine thought. "If it's not too much to ask, would you care to dance?"
Hian belched obnoxiously and nodded. "With you, of course!!"
Sabine reluctantly grabbed his hand and pulled him onto the dance floor just as the band started playing a slow song. Ezra moved into the crowd as well to keep a close eye on things. He watched in almost utter enchantment as Sabine swayed from side to side. What he wouldn't have given to be in Hian's position at that moment.
Due to his drunken stupor, Hian was unable to feel it when Sabine slipped her hand into his coat pocket and quickly switched the data drives. He took it as an advance and moved in for a sloppy kiss. Ezra's hand was almost on his concealed blaster when he heard the impact of Sabine's hand on Hian's face.
"How dare you?! And to think, I took you for a man of humility!!"
She quickly turned up her nose and harrumphed her way over to Ezra, the Jedi nearly bursting into a fit of laughter. "Nice going, Bine."
"Nothing to it. Now let's get out of here."
Suddenly, there was a loud blaster shot. The young rebels quickly turned around to see the crowd scatter in fear as Hian held a smoking blaster towards the ceiling. Unfortunately, Sabine's slap seemed to have brought him back to some semblance of consciousness, and he was able to read the data drive and find it empty. He'd been had.
"Guards!!"
The doors opened and a group of heavily armed men came in, weapons raised. Acting on instinct, Sabine whipped out two miniature smoke bombs and threw them on the floor. Once they were covered, she yanked Ezra's hand and ran for an exit.
Hian coughed his way through the smoke and pressed a button in his wrist gauntlet, sealing every door and window in the mansion.
"Spread out!! Find them!! I want that drive intact!!"
The guards spread out and searched every hallway in the estate, somehow coming up empty-handed. A group of them ran past an air vent just after it was sealed from the inside by Sabine.
"Pretty convenient that Hian has such large air ducts", the Mandalorian commented as she crawled past Ezra.
He followed behind her. "Where are we going?"
Sabine groaned at his incompetence "Hian sealed all the doors and windows. We can't get out unless we unseal them, genius. Luckily, I have the schematics for the duct system right here." She pulled out a small datapad and checked it, making sure they were crawling in the right direction.
"The office is on the second floor. We should be coming to a vertical duct right about... now."
They stopped at a section where the vent curved upwards, and Ezra got an idea.
"Maybe I can lift you up there then you pull me up?"
"Good idea."
She crawled into the vertical vent and stood straight up, seeing that the next level was at least a meter above them. Ezra closed his eyes and concentrated, using the Force to lift Sabine up the vent. He waited for the reassuring sound of her hands on metal before letting go. That was followed by the loud noise of ripping fabric.
"Climb on up."
Sabine had torn the bottom of her dress off and was holding it down for Ezra to use as a rope. He chuckled before shuffling into the vent and shimmying his way up. Once he was reunited with Sabine, he looked and saw she was wearing a pair of body glove leggings.
"Clever thinking."
"You act like I need you to tell me that, Ezra. The office should be right down here. Let's go."
They made it out of the vents and were indeed in Hian's office. His large wooden desk was the main feature, a computer terminal on top. Sabine took the chair and started typing, searching for the controls for the blast doors.
"Come on come on. Show me something."
"Stop right there."
Hian came through the door flanked by two guards, weapons raised. Sabine and Ezra both put their hands up, the former stepping away from the computer.
"Now here's how this is gonna work. You're gonna give me back my data drive, and then I'm gonna kill you both", the spice dealer slurred.
Thinking quickly, Ezra offered a retort. "Why kill us? Surely your Imperial buddies would pay good money for a couple of rebel infiltrators." Sabine sneered at him, but he merely smirked in response. Hian scratched his chin for a moment before a wicked smile spread across his face.
"Who woulda thought a rebel could be so smart? Drive, now."
He held out his hand and Ezra nodded Sabine forward. She reluctantly took a step and placed the drive in Hian's left hand. After she had stepped back, the drive suddenly exploded, blowing the dealer's hand off completely. He screamed in agony and fell to the floor, clutching at his bloody mangled extremity. Before the guards could react, Sabine had unholstered her concealed blaster and shot them both.
"What did you do?", she asked Ezra before going back to the computer.
"Just put enough pressure on the drive that it blew up. Simple, really", the Jedi replied smugly as he pretended to blow the smoke from a finger gun. Sabine chuckled before unsealing all the exits.
"Let's get outta here."
Outside, they could see all of the ships taking off as the party guests fled the chaos.
"You rebel pukes!! I'll have your heads for this!!", Hian shouted as they started to rappel out the window. They offered no response, and Hian was met with a thermal detonator being lobbed into the room.
"Oh kriff"
*BOOM!!!!!!*
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