(Ezra POV)

The Ghost lurched as the freighter dropped out of hyperspace. The blue and white streaks that once consumed the ship's viewport were replaced with a gold planet glimmering in the light its sun cast upon it.

"All right, listen up people." Hera's tone was serious as she stood from her captain's chair, smoothing her dress on her way up. "Last time we're going through this thing before we land."

"I'm the charmer." Sabine plops on the couch, pulling her foot into her lap. Sabine glances in my direction offering a subtle wink before sliding on her short heels. "My job is to keep the rich assholes off of our tail."

Hera looks to me to continue. I shrug and glance between Sabine and Hera. "I'm going to make some friends." Sabine rolls her eyes with a laugh.

"Just give us time." Kanan's footsteps draw nearer as I feel his hand land on my shoulder. "We need to figure out if these guys are actually leaking any information about the rebel cells to the Empire."

Zeb grunts in the corner. "I thought it was a done deal. These were yours guys."

"Speculated." Hera's eyes land on me. "Fulcrum's not always right about these things. We need to be sure before we go all in."

Subtle Hera.

No one in the room seems to notice the direction of Hera's statement. "For all we know, they're just a group of high profile gamblers and local casino owners." Kanan smirks as he straightens his tie. "Try not to be self-incriminating." raising an eye-brow in my direction.

"What exactly is yalls' cover story?" Sabine stands as the ship nears the landing platform.

Kanan's hand clasps into Hera's. "We're married." Kanan's smile seems genuine as he raises their hands between them to reveal two brand new wedding rings.

Zeb laughs, as Sabine's expression betrays skepticism. "Now how are you guys going to pull that off?" I deadpan. I get a smirk out of Sabine as Kanan and Hera's stares shoot daggers in my direction.

The mood in the room sours quickly.

"Chopper set us down!" Hera calls over her shoulder. "Goodluck you two." Hera points to Sabine and I, ring glinting partially.

The door slides open inviting a warm breeze.

I have a bad feeling about this.

. . .

"EZRA WHAT THE FUCK!"

The sudden yell of Sabine jolts me from my position on the edge of the bed.

"Who the kriff are you?" Isabella props herself up on one arm, pulling the golden linen up to her chest covering herself. "Can I help you?"

Sabine's eyes seemingly bulge out of her head.

"Sabine . . ." I eye her right hand warily, taking note of how close it is hovering over her blaster.

I flinch as a stun blast rings out, engulfing Isabella and sending her limply down to the mattress, curly brown hair flying up and over her face.

"Get dressed. We're leaving." Sabine's words were cold and sharp, her "no funny business" tone.

Zipping the fly to my pants quickly, I hobble around the bedroom attempting to slip my shoes on. "Sabine nothing happened. I was playing nice like Hera told me to do."

"Theres a difference between flirting with the enemy and actually fucking them Ezra." Sabine shakes her head, blaster drawn watching the door. "We need to move quickly, Kanan's drunk off his ass."

I raise an eyebrow at her comment as I button up my shirt. "I didn't have sex with her, Sabine." Sabine breaths out her nose violently. "She threw herself at me, what did you expect me to do?"

"Did you at least get what we came here for?" Her tone is laced with sarcasm, rolling her eyes as she slips her blaster in her thigh holster under her dress.

"Yes. Yes I did." Throwing my coat on, I turn and snatch the datastick off the dresser and wave it in the air.

Sabine seems to breathe out in relief, eyes softening a tad. "Good." Grabbing the handle to the door she glances back over her shoulder. "So no sex?" her finger traces a circle at my lower half.

I smirk at the weight of the question. "No Sabine. Only this." I draw an imaginary circle around my mouth.

Sabine nods. "You'll need some mouthwash then." Sabine finally relents a smile before slipping out the door.

. . .

Hera slips the data stick into the console of the Ghost before plopping back into her pilot's chair. "Run it Chopper."

"What are we expecting to find on this thing?" Zebs' voice is gruff, clearly annoyed he missed out on the previous night's festivities.

"I don't know. Ezra?" Hera's head turns in my direction, eyebrow raised.

"I downloaded the entire file." I unintentionally shrug.

I don't know shit regarding this stuff. I let Judd handle this stuff back on Coruscant.

"Should be every transaction the Empire has had with the Cantonica system." Hera nods, lifting her hand to her chin.

"Where's Kanan?" Sabine slips into the cockpit, hair damp from her shower.

"Resting. He's in for one hell of a hangover." Hera's solemn look does not relent.

She is not happy with Kanan. I knew he had a drinking problem before, but I thought he was past all of that. Why now?

"Womp womp." Chopper signals that the data stick transfer is complete as a large graphic pops up through the holo.

"Damn." Sabine makes a face, as I eye Hera.

The data log displays a list of Imperial transactions dating back to the time of the Empire's inception.

"Chop, download this on another datastick. We need to get this to Fulcrum immediately." Hera stands meeting Zebs' eyes. "We don't want to be tracked. Toss this out the airlock." Zebs takes the now useless data stick from Canto Bight with a nod and slips out of the cockpit.

"Time to meet Fulcrum. In person."

. . .

Little bit of a hiatus I know, and a pretty short chapter. Sorry :( My question for y'all is should I continue this story on its current trajectory, or do you guys have ideas in mind you would like me to incorporate? I think this story already classifies as an AU anyway, so why not go all out. Let me know please! :)