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Sabine heard the ramp close and the Ghost's engines rattle, and then all was still. She turned her head and saw that the ship was already under the clouds, gaining altitude. Then she started to catch up with Ezra again, who continued walking toward the tower without turning around or stopping.

She quickened her pace, not running, but still fast. She caught up with the guy just outside the tower.

"You don't have to be angry," she said, straightening up beside him.

"I'm not mad," he said, not looking at her. – How long will it take?"

"What, you don't like spending time with me?" Sabine chuckled, but she didn't push him with her shoulder as usual.

Ezra blushed at her teasing. Well, that's interesting, she thought, noticing it. She couldn't remember the last time he'd blushed. So why...

"Ah, yes... we spent the night together", she thought, then shivered at her own thoughts. "Because of spending time together. Have fun!"

"No, I always enjoy spending time with you, Sabine," Ezra said suddenly, pulling her out of her thoughts. – My emotions may be somewhat compromised right now, but you are definitely the brightest ray of sunshine in my life.

The Mandalorian almost choked on her own saliva at this small but sincere speech. It was too sudden. (She would never admit it, but for a moment she felt her heart beat even faster.)

"So now you're going to tell me how long we've been here?"

"Hera said until next night at most," Sabine said. – Aren't you happy to be on Lothal?" she asked.

"I'm always happy to be on Lothal," Ezra said. – I'm just not in a good mood right now."

"They just want what's best," the Mandalorian tried, but realized she was wrong when she saw Ezra's quick, understanding look.

"You said' they ' ... " he realized. – But you didn't mention yourself. Did you disagree with them?

"Yes," she nodded, silently apologizing to the team for turning them in. – I think they should have asked you, not made the decisions for you."

"Shit," the guy swore. – I want to hug you right now."

Sabine could feel the color rising in her cheeks, so she did the exact opposite. However, before she could make a half-rude retort (she didn't want to be outright rude, after all), she was fully aware of what he had said.

"You... want a hug?" she asked. – Are you sure?"

"Er..." he hesitated. "I guess I said that on the spur of the moment. But if you want a hug, then I don't mind?

"First of all, you don't have to do anything if you don't want to," the Mandalorian scolded, starting to walk again after their brief stop. "Second, I don't want to hug.

"Yes, yes, because you're a Mandalorian battle girl," Ezra grumbled cheerfully.

Sabine flashed a smile.

After a while, they stood at the base of the tower. He had to push a few buttons to open the doors so they could enter the elevator and go up, but the young Jedi hesitated.

"Ezra?" The girl called.

"I'm really not sure if I should go up?" he said hesitantly. "It's probably already dirty and untidy. There are no beds or kitchens, and...

"Are you shy?" The Mandalorian asked in surprise. "I didn't think Ezra Bridger was shy about anything."

"Hey! I'm quite bold! But, no," he said. – But to be honest, I don't want to go up there.

"What if we do go up there, but not for long?" Sabine suggested. – I'd like to see it. And you once bragged to me about your collection of helmets, which you collected all the time.

Ezra was silent for a couple of minutes, occasionally glancing back and forth between her and the tower, but finally he gave up and let out a sigh.

"All right," he said. – But I don't want you to say anything, even if you think about it.

"Hey! Sabine tried but was interrupted.

"No," he said simply, covering her mouth.

They played a few more minutes of peek-a-boo, which, of course, Mandalorian won. But out of the goodness of her heart, she decided not to say anything. She nodded silently, and Ezra reached out and called the elevator. A few seconds later, the doors creaked open, and they stepped into the elevator.

They stood in silence as the elevator went up.

"Mmm," said the girl, who wasn't used to Ezra being silent and not talking all the time (especially to her). " Why don't we go into town for dinner later?"

Suddenly, the guy next to her choked and coughed, leaning against the wall.

The girl awkwardly patted him on the back, not understanding where it came from.

"Are you ... are you asking me date?" Ezra asked, glancing at her when the coughing fit was over.

- What? The Mandalorian asked, before her eyes widened in shock as the wording hit her. – What?"

"Yeah," the Jedi said with a wink. – So, are we going on a date?" I don't have anything to wear."

"Well, I only have one outfit, too," Sabine shrugged, then caught herself as she saw the familiar glint in the boy's eyes.

"You look great in your armor, too," Ezra complimented, and then immediately received a blow on the shoulder. "Hey!

"Keep your thoughts to yourself, teenage boy," the Mandalorian quipped.

"You're not much older than I am," Ezra quipped back.

Sabine opened her mouth to say something stronger, but at that moment the old tower elevator finally arrived at the top and the doors opened.

The guy went out, followed by the girl. The first thing that caught her eye was the huge table in the middle of the room, which was cluttered with all sorts of things.

"Um, you look around and see what you want, I'll be outside," Ezra said as he stepped out onto the balcony.

"And the helmet collection?" she asked.

"They're in the closet, you'll see," he said simply, and then left.

Sabine was a little disappointed. She'd thought he had a lot of helmets in there, but the closet... wasn't that big.

The Mandalorian began to look for a cabinet that was probably built into the wall, intending to see its "collection" first. She couldn't find it the first time, so it took her a few extra minutes before it was found.

She passed a table on which she had glimpsed several tools and blueprints for some devices. Moving to the closet, she ran her fingers along the neckline and found the latch. When she pulled, she found that the door did not open on itself, but that it had to be pulled to the left along the wall to move the plate.

And well ... the closet wasn't small. It could easily fit 4 or 5 girls of her size. And all this space was filled with imperial helmets. Mostly they were white helmets of various troops (there was even a helmet for the winter region!), but there were also a couple of pilot helmets, both old and newer models. To her great surprise, she also found the black helmet of the imperial troops.

"Well, it's definitely not the "big" collection he said it was", Sabine thought. "But definitely not small, either."

After a few minutes of staring, she finally closed the cabinet again. She was about to move away when she noticed another built-in closet nearby. When she tried to open it, the door wouldn't budge. Maybe it was just broken, but she couldn't quite believe it. However, she decided to move away.

As she passed the desk, she glanced at the blueprints again. She opened the pages, revealing three diagrams. One of them was definitely a detonator, and the other two… Well, the first one looked a bit like a blaster, but she didn't see a trigger or an opportunity to change the magazine. The second one didn't make any sense at all. However, it was probably true. It was a pity that she hadn't brought a datapad with her, so she could have scanned it and reviewed it again later.

Sabine looked around the room again and found nothing of interest, then stepped out onto the balcony to find Ezra leaning on his elbows, looking out at the city. She stood beside him and did the same.

"To think that the last time I was here was over a year ago," he thought aloud as he continued to stare out at the city. "I didn't think I'd end up joining the space Rogue team at that time," Ezra chuckled, and the Mandalorian giggled back. – And now I'm flying to the Outer Rim sector, studying to be a Jedi..."

"And you fight the Inquisitors," Sabine continued, before she could think.

"Yes," the boy agreed slowly. – And I even survived the battle against Vader! The Sith Lord himself!

"Yes, you're doing great," the Mandalorian agreed, then added, so as not to sound too soft: "But I'm much cooler."

"Yes, yes," Ezra groaned, but the girl heard a chuckle.

This was followed by a calm and not awkward silence, during which they looked out at the capital of Lothal, where more and more evening lights were gradually being lit.

"So what?" The young Jedi spoke again, turning his head to look at her. – Are we going on a date?"

The next moment, he was slapped on the back of the head.


The back of his head still hurt from the girl's punch, but he wasn't complaining he was going on a date with Sabine! For the first ten minutes, she claimed otherwise, that it was just a dinner together, but when he continued to argue, she sighed and let it go. That is, in the end, they go on a date!

Right now, they were somewhere on the edge of the city, walking freely since there was no patrol here. But the deeper they got into the city, the more they had to stick to the walls and run across, meeting more and more patrols.

It was now around nine o'clock in the evening, but it was always getting dark early on Lothal, so it felt like it was already deep into the night, and lanterns were lit everywhere.

"So, where are we going?" Ezra decided to ask anyway. – Yes, this is my hometown, but I still don't understand.

"The first time, before you arrived, we flew to Lothal a couple of times and went to the same diner," the Mandalorian clarified. – We're going there right now.

"I don't have a lot of credits," Ezra warned, tapping his pockets in a dramatic way.

"Don't worry," the girl said. – Once drunken stormtroopers broken, intending to loot and smash everything, but we were there at the time. So, we beat them up and turned them around. After that, we could eat there for free once a month. Today is just that "once a month".

"Mmm..." the guy mumbled. " At least we won't have to argue about how to split the cost of dinner."

"You want to get another slap on the back of the head?" Sabine asked.

Ezra raised his hands, ending the conversation.

They were mostly silent for the next twenty minutes, because Patrol saw too much of each other. Mostly there were two or three stormtroopers, but twice they saw AT-AT, which in itself was amazing. At one point, Ezra asked the Mandalorian if they'd missed any of the curfew information boards. But no, there was no such thing anywhere.

After another ten minutes of running like this, they finally reached the back alley.

"Finally," Ezra breathed loudly. – I'm sick of it.

"A quick digression," she said. – We go in and take a table in the corner. You don't talk to anyone but me.

"And if we have any problems?" The Jedi asked.

"Er..." she paused for a moment. - We improvise.

Ezra snorted, and Sabine turned and walked into the building. The smell of tobacco smoke filled his nostrils as he followed her inside. He resisted the urge to cover his nose with his sleeve or collar and followed the girl.

They took an empty table in a corner that wasn't immediately visible when they entered the room. A moment later, a girl came up to them. What was remarkable was the fact that she had knives on her hips. She caught the boy's gaze and grinned.

"Do you like my knives?" she asked, rearranging her notebook and swiping her hand. " Or maybe my thighs?"

"Please accept the order," the Mandalorian hissed, removing her helmet and placing it on the table, drawing attention to herself when the Jedi flushed and didn't respond.

- Yes, of course! The waitress replied cheerfully. "What do you want?"

"We're going to see John," Sabine said without hesitation. "From a Ghost."

"Oh, I get it," she said, becoming more serious. " Everything will be fine.

With that, the waitress left, leaving the young members of the team behind. Sabine's eyes glared at the Jedi.

"You have nothing else to do?" – What is it? " she asked, not hiding her sarcasm and anger. – Why were you staring at her?"

"What's phxx?! The Jedi choked. – I didn't stare at her!"

"Yes, you did!

"No, I didn't!

- yes!

- No!

- yes!

"Why would I stare at someone when you're always around?!" Ezra exploded, then covered his mouth with his hands, dazed by what he said.

"Wh-what?" Sabine stammered, then pulled herself together. - what?

"Uh... sorry!" the guy quickly apologized. – I didn't mean to!

The Mandalorian opened her mouth to reply, but the same girl came over with two trays in her arms. "Please! It's on John's house, " she said, then grinned at Ezra again and left.

"This conversation isn't over," Sabine warned, then pulled the tray toward her.

The boy did the same, eyeing the tray with interest. There was some kind of stew on it, a glass of tea, and some kind of pie. To be honest, after the previous dialogue, he lost all appetite.

Well... he was telling the truth. Why would he need to look at other girls when the one he always wanted was around? He'd always known it was her thighs he'd wanted... before everything that had happened. Or rather, he still wants her thighs, but...

However, what difference does it make? She doesn't love him back. Although, a guy can hope, right?


Sabine ate her soup in silence, trying to ignore Ezra, who was finally eating his own. She would be lying if she said she wasn't shocked by his words.

Before that, she had felt jealous anger when she saw him staring at some girl. And he did it in plain sight, in the open!

"I've never seen him look at me!" the Mandalorian snapped inwardly, then stifled such thoughts. But she needed to assert herself, so she got into an argument.

And now she sat there and didn't look at the guy who had indirectly admitted a few minutes ago that he thought she was sexy.

To be honest, she was in a precarious position again. On the one hand, Ezra actually admitted that he was looking at her thighs (and most likely her legs, butt, breasts...), and obviously did it secretly , since she never caught him.

Why is this even possible?!ак такое вообще возможно?! Either he was too good at secret surveillance, which seemed strange, or she was starting to lose ground, which was just unrealistic!

Yes, to be fair, she'd seen him look at her once, but then he'd had an alibi, a reason. There was a smudge of oil on her thighs, just below her ass. It was a strange arrangement, but still. So that night, she just slapped him on the back of the head instead of giving him a lecture and a slap in the face. Well, now she knew that sometimes he looked up to her.

On the other hand, Ezra, unlike the other guys who were looking at her, didn't make any vulgar comments. Not the length of her legs, the size of her breasts, or the firmness of her ass. And Ezra never touched her!

So, she had no idea what to feel. Annoyed that Ezra was staring at her body like the other guys. But also... some relief, some joy that he still likes her.

Sabine choked inwardly. "What's that supposed to mean?!"

"Have you lost your appetite?" Ezra asked, breaking out of his thoughts.

- what? - she looked down at his plate and realized it was completely empty. Then she looked down at her plate and realized that she had eaten less than half of it. – No, I was just distracted.

The guy didn't say anything else but just started eating his tea and a small dessert. The Mandalorian turned back to her stew, intending to finish it.

However, it did not work out, as stormtroopers came into the diner. They started walking past the tables, pointing.

"I think it's time to improvise," Sabine said, drawing the boy's attention.

He nodded silently, and she could already see that he was reaching for his lightsaber, so she kicked at him, calling him to her and shaking her head.

"Let's just go out the back door," she said, and he nodded.

She stood up, putting on her helmet, and then walked to the end of the hall, hearing Ezra follow her. Even though she didn't want to engage in open combat, she still kept her hands on her blasters.

"Hold the Mandalorian!" she heard someone shout.

A moment later, shots rang out, and a moment later they were out the back door.

"We need to get on the roof!" Ezra suggested, appearing at her side. "The street patrols won't see us there."

"What about AT-AT?" The Mandalorian asked.

" We'll deal with that later!" Ezra said quickly, then moved closer to the wall where only a dumpster was standing.

"And how did you -"

Her question was cut short when Sabine saw the Jedi take a running start, then jump up the wall, jump away from it, and land on the roof, which wasn't too high.

"Unlike you, I don't have the Force ... ah!

The Mandalorian screamed softly as her body lifted off the ground and began to levitate. She looked at the guy who was crouching down with his hand outstretched in her direction. The closer she got to him and the roof, the more clearly, she could see that he was shaking.

As soon as it was above the roof, it was unceremoniously dropped. She was about to complain about it, but she heard a loud sigh that caught her attention.

Ezra slumped against the curb, clutching his shoulder and frowning. Sabine took off her helmet and quickly stepped closer.

"Take your hand away, I need to see", she ordered, and he did.

To her relief, there was a shallow blaster wound. Yes, it will hurt for a while, but it won't cause any serious problems.

"Why did you bother, you idiot," the girl hissed at him anyway. – I would have gone up myself."

"Well, you can kiss me to make me feel better," Ezra said suddenly, wiggling his eyebrows.

Sabine's eyes widened at his words. It had been a long time since she'd heard or seen him flirt. In addition, so immediately, you can say with trumps. Although, the trump card would probably be sex, and this is just a kiss, so... one-quarter trump?

"Where exactly should I kiss you?" Sabine asked suddenly.