The next few days went by normally, or whatever passed for "normally" in the ISB. In the mornings Sabine went to classes, which were actually kind of interesting, and at lunchtime she was accosted by Morgan before she could even get through the chow line. The second she had food in hand, Morgan was dragging her off to sit with one sibling or another. By the end of the week, she knew all of them pretty well.

Koracik and Jividen were best friends and chaos magnets. Since Koracik worked cyber and Jividen worked white collar, their investigations sometimes went hand in hand and when that happened, they zoomed around Coruscant in Jividen's little blue speeder, chasing leads and getting into trouble while Lily covered for them at headquarters or begged them to slow down from the backseat.

They met Herman in line for her favorite sticky toffee cake, pinning her impressively curly hair back so it wouldn't get in her way. Herman worked in the special victims unit and her job was cool. She told them about hunting down predators and traffickers and making sure they stayed behind bars once they were in. Sabine made a mental note for the rebellion to stay out of her way. If she was actually a cadet, she'd apply for SVU, no contest.

Reid, of the toes incident, was harder to pin down. He was internal affairs, and walked around in a cloud of mistrust and stony-faced suspicion. The only time Sabine managed to crack his armor was on the topic of grav-ball. Reid played on the team Morgan cheered for, and was similarly dedicated to his sport. The two of them talked about their upcoming game for ten minutes straight.

And then there was Yang. She was .. something. "Spirited," Morgan called her. Herman went with "hell on wheels." Jividen said "all I say is when you meet her, hang onto your hat."

Thank goodness for the warning, because Sabine finally met the elusive Yang in the women's refresher, where she was frantically scrubbing blue dye off her hands and making Morgan swear not to tell Divo about it. Sabine wasn't entirely sure what department she worked in, and Yang flatly refused to explain how she got covered in dye. Considering that another agent had walked in, spotted Yang at the sink, and immediately left with a "nope," it wasn't good.

"If I get hit by a hovertram tomorrow and you need help, go to Yang," Morgan said. "She marches to the beat of her own drum, but she's willing to do anything and she loves us."

Okay then. Sabine filed that information away and resolved to stay away from Yang's shenanigans as much as possible.

After lunch she followed Morgan to Agent Divo's office and joined them in their work. And Swain hadn't been kidding; Divo was awesome. She was patient with Sabine, gave Morgan space to work on her own while still being present if she needed help, and always ready to answer a question or explain a situation. The only time Divo was ever off kilter was at exactly 1400 every day, when a man knocked on her door.

"Good afternoon," he said and held up a plastic container. "May I come in?"

"Graf! Of course, you're always welcome." Divo jumped to greet him, sending her stylus rolling off the desk. "How have you been?"

"Alright, I suppose. My mother baked too many cookies for our last family dinner, and I thought I would share them with you."

"Cookies!" Morgan pounced on the container and passed a cookie to Sabine before taking one for herself.

Andressa seemed to remember she had charges. "Where are my manners? Graf, Cadet Ria Talla is shadowing me. Ria, may I introduce you to Detective Graf Yularen. He works for the Coruscant police force."

Sabine barely heard her because she was busy devouring the most delicious cookie she'd ever tasted, but the name Yularen snapped her back. This smiling, cookie bearing man couldn't be related to the Yularen, could he? "Pleased to meet you," she said. "Thank you for the cookies."

"You're welcome. I couldn't possibly eat them all myself." Graf shook her hand. "Are you enjoying your time here?"

"Very much, sir."

"Good to hear it." He went back to Divo while Sabine retreated to Morgan's desk. "So, Andressa, how have you been?"

The tips of Divo's ears reddened and Sabine leaned close to Morgan. "Are they together?" she whispered.

"Nope," Morgan said around a mouthful of cookie.

"How?"

"Because Mom's oblivious." She chomped her cookie.

Oblivious was an understatement. This was "Kanan and Hera pretending it's not obvious that they're married" oblivious.

Graf cleared his throat. "So, there's going to be a street fair this Centaxday with local artists, live music, food trucks. Would you like to go?"

Sabine and Morgan held their breath.

"That sounds like fun, but Reid and Morgan have a game this Centaxday," Divo said.

"Don't worry about it; we'll take lots of pictures," Morgan piped up.

"Reid's starting and you're doing a new stunt; I couldn't possibly miss it," Divo protested.

"The game is at the rec league fields?" Graf asked, even though he clearly knew the answer already. "I haven't been to a grav-ball game in ages. May I watch it with you?"

"Sure," Divo replied. And then, while Graf's smile was actually in the process of forming, she tanked it. "It's open to the public, so you don't need my permission to come."

Sabine tried not to facepalm. Morgan actually did. But Graf didn't seem to care how he spent time with Andressa as long as he got to do it. "Wonderful! I'll see you in the stands."

But he saw her before the stands. Graf stopped by the office every day like clockwork, and even when Morgan and Sabine pressed Divo why Graf visited on the daily, she didn't budge.

"How can an elite agent be so clueless?" Sabine asked. She and Morgan were sitting cross-legged on the dorm room floor, french braiding Morgan's hair for the game.

"Seriously." Morgan swiped glitter onto her cheekbones. "This has been going on for weeks, and at this point I'm convinced Graf will have to wear a sign that says I WANT TO BE MORE THAN FRIENDS before Divo gets it."

"Is his father really Colonel Yularen?"

"Yeah." Morgan met Sabine's eyes in the mirror. "And Colonel Yularen is also Swain's grandpa, in case you didn't know. He totally adopted Agent Kallus, doctored the training assignment so Kallus got Swain, and decided she was his grandkid by default. She had him wrapped around her little finger."

"Nope, I did not know that." Hopefully Hera and Sato did.

Morgan changed the subject. "Speaking of Swain, how's your secret rebel mission coming?"

Actually, pretty decent. Trying to guess Uddra's office passcode would be impossible, and she would be swarmed by agents if she tried to physically break in. Luckily, a solution had come by in the form of a janitorial droid. Due to the security risk of having organic cleaners work around high-level security, the entire ISB was serviced by cleaning droids. The droids in question emitted a signal which could unlock any door in their designated area.

Sabine snagged one of the cleaning droids while supposedly on a 'fresher break, cloned its signal, and now she had a master key. All she needed was a chance to get into the office.

Of course, she didn't tell Morgan all that. "I thought you weren't getting involved."

"What can I say, I'm bored. Don't worry about it; it's not like I can tell anyone."

"I'd rather be safe than sorry." She tied off Morgan's hair and dusted off her palms, admiring her handiwork. "All done. How do you like it?"

"I love it!" Morgan flipped her braid and smiled at the red ribbons Sabine had woven through it. "How did you do that with the ribbons?"

"Lots of practice. Everything looks better with color."

Morgan grabbed her pom-poms. She was wearing her cheerleading uniform, dressed head to toe in red and silver polyester and gleaming with body glitter. "Thanks so much. Herman and Yang are going to pick you up and I made them promise to behave. See you at the game!"

"Don't break your neck!" Sabine called after her and turned to her datapad. Herman and Yang would be here in an hour, and she planned to use that time to work on her actual mission. She was still brainstorming how to get into Uddra's office when Yang pounded on the door and belted "Come on Ria, we're going to miss the concessions!" But all her work went out the window when they got to the game.

The rec league fields had exploded in team spirit; fans in red and silver or blue and gold swarming toward the bleachers, players warming up on the field, and cheerleaders stacking themselves three high on the sidelines. And oh Manda, that was Agent Collerand with a blue foam finger in one hand and a bullhorn in the other, bellowing "Go Raiders!"

"Go Valkyries!" Yang shouted right back.

Sabine was distracted by the sheer number of ISB personnel on and around the field, and turned to Herman. "Why are there so many agents here? I thought this was a rec league."

"It is. Once you become a trainee, ISB gives you three hours of paid fitness time every week. I use mine for a spin class, but lots of people use it to play sports." Herman explained and gestured in Reid and Morgan's general direction. "Collerand sometimes plays for the Raiders, but he had to sit out this season, so he settled for being a superfan."

"There you are!" Divo emerged from the crowd, a concession stand pretzel in her hand. "Come on, Koracik and Jividen are saving our seats."

"Where's Graf?" Sabine asked, and her question was answered a second later when Graf caught up with Divo, laden down with the largest popcorn bucket the concession stand sold.

"Don't mind me; I was just getting some snacks." He held out the bucket to the object of his affection. "I thought we could share."

And Divo, still blissfully unaware that she was on a date, said "That's so thoughtful, Graf. I'm good with my pretzel though; have as much as you want."

Yang whispered "oh my God" under her breath and before Sabine knew what was happening she and Herman had shot off toward the concessions, leaving Sabine with Divo and Graf.

Who instantly took places on either side of her, just like Kanan and Hera.

"Would you like something from the concession stand?" Divo asked. "We'll walk with you if you like."

"I'm good, but thank you." If she thought about Hera any more, she might tear up.

"Here, have some popcorn." Graf tilted the bucket in Sabine's direction and she obediently took a handful.

Divo wrapped an arm around her shoulders. "The cheerleaders stunt on the sidelines before the game starts. Want to watch Morgan?"

"Sure," Sabine said, and they walked off to the bleachers.

At first it was hard to tell which of the identically dressed cheerleaders was Morgan, until she caught a glimpse of red ribbons in blonde hair. She watched in shock and awe as Morgan's partner tossed her by the small of her back, she flipped midair, and then landed on his hand on one foot.

"Woah!"

"Go Morgan!" Divo whooped and applauded. "Beautiful form!"

Morgan's practiced smile broadened when she heard Divo's praise, and she tumbled out of her stunt to line up another.

"She's brilliant, Andressa," Graf said. "I didn't know that was physically possible."

"She trains day and night," Divo gushed. "I'm amazed every time she does something like that."

They watched and clapped while the cheerleaders performed and the rest of Divo's kids filtered in.

"You missed your sister's switch kick," Divo informed Herman and Yang when they arrived laden down with concessions.

"Knowing Morgan, she'll do it three more times tonight," Yang said around her ice cream. "Look, here comes Reid!"

The grav-ball players poured onto the field and then no one was talking unless you counted "Tackle him!" or "Run the ball!" And then the Valkyries' quarterback snapped the ball to –

"Reid!" Jividen cheered.

Reid tucked the ball under his arm and ran, and his personal cheering section jumped to their feet. Sabine squished between Yang and Divo, jumping up and down and screaming until her lungs burned.

Reid carried the ball into the endzone, and the crowd went wild. The loudest cheers came, of course, from his family in the stands.

"That's my boy!" Divo yelled, squashing Sabine with one arm while pointing at Reid on the field with the other. "That's my boy!"

Morgan contributed to the party with a dizzying leap.

"We're definitely getting stuffed crust after this," Koracik said excitedly and pulled out his comlink. "You hear that Reid? Stuffed crust!"

"Stuffed crust!" Everyone yelled back.

…

Meanwhile, in orbit above Montross…

"Kanan!" Ezra startled in his seat. "I had a vision. I saw Sabine, and she was screaming!"

Kanan, who was used to Ezra and visions, didn't seem too bothered. "What exactly did you see?"

"I didn't see a lot, but she was squashed up against somebody and screaming. And then she said something about crust?"

"Crust." Kanan repeated flatly.

"Yeah, something's wrong! We need to get her out."

"We're here for Swain and the defectors she's rescuing. We can't just leave them without backup."

"But Sabine could be in danger!"

"Ezra," Kanan said, "I just got a text from Kallus. Governor Pryce is on her way to Skystrike, probably to ferret out the defecting cadets, and Swain might need emergency evac. Do you want to explain to Kallus why we left her high and dry?"

No, Ezra did not. He sat back down and tried to figure out what crust Sabine was screaming about.

…

"Stuffed crust rocks!" Sabine exclaimed around a mouthful of the stuff. Being a rebel didn't leave much opportunity for ordering pizza, much less stuffed crust pizza, and it was love at first bite.

"Why don't we get this every week?" Jividen asked, gazing beatifically at his slice.

"Because then it wouldn't be a special occasion," Herman said. They were sacked out in Koracik's living room with pizza and beer and rehashing the game.

"It was already going to be a special occasion since Ria's here," Morgan pointed out. "This is her first pizza night."

"To Ria, number seven!" Yang raised her beer.

"But I'm not number seven yet. The assignment isn't even out," Sabine protested while the others toasted.

"Trust us, you're going to be. Divo likes you, you fit right in, and you're doing great. Yularen looks for stuff like that when he makes the assignments." Koracik said. "So, we should officially make you part of the gang. Let's play 'Five Lies to Tell Agent Divo.'"

"No!" Everyone else shouted and Morgan chucked a throw pillow at Koracik's head.

He dodged it. "What? It's fun!"

"Fun?" Jividen squawked. "The last time we played that game, we all got la chancla!"

"It wasn't that bad."

"Speak for yourself." Jividen smacked him up the back of the head and they kicked off with a slap fight.

Herman groaned. "For the love of God, you two are children."

"What are they talking about?" Sabine asked Morgan.

"Those idiots convinced me to call Agent Divo and tell her I'd wrecked Lord Vader's speeder. I probably would have gotten in less trouble if I'd actually wrecked it." Morgan shot a look at her siblings. "If they offer you free food, run."

"Good to know." She took another bite of pizza.

An offended gasp drew their attention back to the slap fight. Jividen had Koracik's comlink in his hand and was staring at the screen. "You're texting Rath Velus?"

"He's what?" Herman was up like a shot and snatched the comlink. "I thought you weren't friends with that joker."

"We're not friends, we just like drinking together. Uddra's going to Scarif for some godsforsaken reason, and when the tooka's away –."

"The mice drink Corellian whiskey without me?" Jividen smacked him. "I like Corellian whiskey too, Andrew!"

The slap fight resumed but Sabine was too busy with new information to care. If Uddra was going to be offworld, then it was open season on her office.

Morgan picked up on it too. She kept her mouth shut while they ate their pizza and Herman and Reid broke up the slap fight while Yang recorded it on her comm. But when they'd left and were walking through the dorm quad on the way to their room, she brought it up. "Guess you won't be here for the next game."

"Probably not. Too bad, your stunts were really cool."

Morgan smiled, not a cheerleader's performance smile but a real one. "Thank you. So, did you see anything else you liked at the game?"

"Like what?"

"I have it on good authority that the stands are swimming with cuties."

"I was sitting next to Graf and Divo so trust me, I wasn't thinking of romance." But she followed Morgan's thread all the same. "What about you? Did you see someone from the sidelines?"

"Nope, I have a thing for pilots. Preferably one with swoopy dark hair, soulful eyes, and washboard abs."

"Any luck in that department?"

"No." She groaned. "All the pilots I've dated have turned out to be jerks. I'm about to throw in the towel."

"Somewhere out there a ripped pilot is saying the same thing about his cheerleader crush."

"I would only be so lucky." She veered down a different path than usual.

"Where are you going? Our dorm is the other way."

"We're not going to the officers' dorms, we're going to the cadet dorms. Koracik's gonna pay for trying to set you up."

There was no use trying to convince her otherwise. Sabine prayed to the Manda that Divo wouldn't find out about whatever Morgan was up to.

Morgan led the charge through a nondescript dorm until they came to a door proclaiming Lily's room KEEP OUT! In purple puffy paint.

Lily opened the door. "Morgan? I thought you were at Koracik's."

"We were. 'Scuse us," Morgan pushed herself and Sabine into the room and painted on her most winning smile. "Lily. Have you ever played 'Five Lies to Tell Your Training Officer?'"

…

"Absolutely not!" Koracik shouted into his comm unit, startling Jividen and Yang from their pizza binge.

"You are not going on a date with an eighteen-year-old boy … Why? Because you're fourteen, that's why!" Lily said something on the other end and Koracik scoffed. "Oh, so now it's not a date. I don't care, you're still not …" He trailed off and Jividen watched the blood drain from his face. "A house party?!"

He jumped off the couch and grabbed his speeder keys. "Over my dead body! You tell that boy you have to cancel and I'll be over in a minute to – Lillian Bailey, don't even think about hanging up on me!"

The door slammed behind him and Yang took a slug of her beer. "He walked into that one."

Jividen nodded. "Really should have seen it coming."