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Sabine had two thoughts: what the hell did the Inquisitors leave behind at the abandoned Republic Medical Station, and what the hell did Ezra do? He knows perfectly well that she hates such things! He just closed the door in her face! She cursed but gave up trying to open the door. Still, the Mandalorian knew that she couldn't stand up to two Inquisitors. She needed a plan.
The girl felt guilty. Objectively, her conscience was clear, but her mind stubbornly disagreed with it. Sabine had become quite good friends with the guy over the time they'd known each other. She remembered with a smile how she had painted the stolen TIE. And Ezra, too.
The girl was busy painting the stolen ship. The wings had already been painted orange, much to Ezra's delight, and now she was painting the roof. Next to it were cans of orange, blue, and red paint. She turned around and started to apply a more detailed pattern when a sudden scream rang out.
"Sabine!" The guy from below shouted angrily, causing the Mandalorian to roll her eyes at the interruption.
"What, Ezra?" the girl moaned, but she climbed back up and looked down, thinking, " Where's my paint?"
Well, the answer was where Ezra was. Or rather, the answer was Ezra.
The novice Jedi was sprayed from head to toe in a mixture of red and blue that gave off purple. And the orange was spilled away from him. The guy looked like a frustrated Lot Cat, and she even had the feeling that he was going to cry.
However, Sabine couldn't help but laugh out loud, so hard that her eyes watered. It was extremely funny that it was orange, his favorite color, which spilled away from him without getting on his clothes. And other colors, in good proportions, got on him. He looked like Zeb now.
"Hahahaha!" she laughed, still watching him.
"Hey! The guy exclaimed, looking at her in exasperation.
The Mandalorian honestly tried to stop herself from offending the young team member, but damn it, it was too much. However, she still covered her mouth with her hand.
But now it was Ezra's turn to laugh. At first, he held back his laughter, but then he laughed just as loudly, but much harder than she did. So much so that I slipped and fell into a puddle of paint. He clutched his stomach and rolled onto his side, still laughing.
The girl watched, almost fascinated, as the boy laughed. She felt her cheeks suddenly turn red, and a smile appeared on her face. However, when she caught herself doing so, she shook her head and carefully slid down the TIE profile, landing on the ground.
"What were you doing under the ship anyway?" Sabine asked, and then couldn't help but add: "Zeb Junior".
"Don't call me that," Ezra protested, gradually calming down with laughter. – I smell better than him."
The guy pointedly tilted his head and sniffed himself, then swayed for a second, but kept on his hands. The Mandalorian stepped closer, a little worried. The paint cans might have fallen on his head after all. And they weren't easy.
"Kid, are you okay?" Sabine asked.
She knew what was going on as soon as she got closer. She was acutely aware of the strong smell of paint. No wonder he lost his balance for a couple of seconds. Even for a girl who was used to the smell of paint, it was too much. She put one hand over her nose.
So, Sabine squelched over to the guy, then grabbed his arm and pulled him to his feet.
"Hey! Be careful!"
"Come on, get moving," the Mandalorian nudged him aside. "Don't breathe too deeply. Better yet, don't breathe at all.
Ezra grunted, but did as she did, holding his nose between his fingers. They walked for a while, until the smell completely disappeared.
"How are you feeling?" The Mandalorian asked, releasing his hand.
He thought for a moment. – I feel a little dizzy, but otherwise I'm fine.
"Then sit down and rest," Sabine said, turning to face TIE.
"Sorry about the paint," he muttered after sitting down on the grass and closing his eyes.
"It wasn't your fault, Kid," Sabine said. – I accidentally dropped it."
With that, the Mandalorian thought of a more serious problem. Ezra was purple. His hair, his face, his clothes.
"I had wet wipes in my bag, «she said. – I'll go get them and come back."
The guy just nodded in response, after which the girl quickly went to the bag, which was lying a couple of meters away from the stolen ship. She pulled out her napkins and returned to the young Jedi.
So, Sabine turned and ran down to the floor below, hoping to catch Zeb, who hadn't been able to get into the vent. And she did. If time wasn't running out, she would definitely have asked Chopper to take a photo for the Holonet... but right now, they needed to get Ezra out of this mess as quickly as possible.
The girl pulled Lasat out of the vent, and told him about everything that had happened. Unfortunately, they almost immediately came to the attention of Inquisitor, but they were able to escape and set up a small ambush by mining a small corridor. He tried to say something about fear, apparently trying to make an impression, but Sabine just rolled her eyes. Yes, there was a part of her that was afraid, not for the Inquisitor, but for Ezra, who was probably locked up somewhere with that crazy Inquisitor.
The Mandalorian didn't want to think about what she might have done. Sabine overheard (accidentally!) Ezra and Kanan talk about what happened on the Star Destroyer when it was captured. And she didn't hear anything good.
Given that there was once a Grand Inquisitor who, no matter what Sabine said, was businesslike and serious, and here, almost instantly, a not familiar Inquisitor about whom she knew nothing, the situation could go unpredictably. It might have been some hysterical Inquisitor who would not tolerate disobedience.
And here came Sabine's fear. She knew Ezra wouldn't tell her where the Rebel base was or give her any serious information about the Rebellion. And in response to this, the hysterical Woman could seriously harm him, even to the point of torture and subsequent murder. And if things were to go this way, then her last interaction with Ezra would just be a slap on the shoulder and a couple of unimportant words. And it terrified her.
"Sabine!" Zeb shouted softly, snapping Mandalore out of her thoughts.
She flinched slightly but understood what Lasat wanted from her. She pressed the detonator, wanting to quickly blow up this Inquisitor and go kick another's ass. And then Ezra for " sacrificing himself."
However, there was no explosion. "What?" the Mandalorian asked, tapping the detonator a couple more times. She was about to turn around and check, but Zeb beat her to it, standing up and grabbing her arm, pushing her forward.
A second later, her bombs exploded behind them, knocking them forward.
When Sabine awoke from her temporary stun, she didn't understand her position in space for a while. But after a few minutes, she fully recovered and realized that she was being carried. She immediately started trying to pull away. When the only response was a growl and her position was corrected, the Mandalorian had to admit that she couldn't break free from such a tight grip.
But that didn't stop her from trying to break free again. If she was free for even a minute, she could detonate her spare bomb, which was always hidden in the secret pocket of her suit. Then, shooting back, she ran away and found Zeb. They would work together and come up with a plan to free Ezra.
However, this was not fated to come true, as she was dragged into the room where the Rebels had previously tried to find information about the location of various stocks, boxes and so on.
A second later, Sabine was lifted up and roughly thrown to the floor against a panel counter. Her breath hitched for a moment, but she soon returned to normal. She quickly shifted to a sitting position to better observe the situation.
The Mandalorian raised her head to glare at the Inquisitor, but she saw something else entirely.
Her eyes widened and her breath caught in her throat. She was absolutely terrified.
Half a meter away, Ezra lay curled up and shivering. He pressed his back as close to the base of the dashboard as possible. He was huddled up so tightly that only his head and legs were visible.
But none of that stopped her from seeing that his coverall was torn. His torso was covered by his legs pressed to his chest, but she could see the marks on his shoulders and the back of his neck. It seemed that the torture wasn't too severe. She was about to angrily ask what the hysterical woman had done, but the Inquisitor who was carrying her beat her to it.
"Did the boy say something?" – he asked, eyeing the young rebel.
"No, he was surprisingly strong, just as the Grand Inquisitor's reports said," the Seventh Sister replied, slightly annoyed.
"Was there?" the Fifth Brother asked. – So, you broke his will, but you didn't get any information?"
"But I did have a lot of fun," she chuckled, then turned her gaze to the Mandalorian. – You know, you could cheer yourself up, too.
"It is unholy for a hunter to have any sexual relations with his prey," the Fifth Brother growled.
Sabine was relieved for a while to hear that the Inquisitor had some equivalent of honor (the quality of that honor itself, of course, was something to be desired, but still). But a second later, her brain fully understood and processed their conversation.
Nausea rose in the Mandalorian's throat. She turned her head slowly in the direction of the young Jedi.
Sabine tried to reassure herself, but a close examination of him neck confirmed what she'd feared: the Inquisitor had clearly sexually harassed Ezra. Now she hoped even more fervently that she hadn't done more than that.
"Ezra!" Sabine whispered softly as the Inquisitors argued on the sidelines. "Ezra!"
When the guy didn't react, the girl slowly moved towards him and was about to gently kick him to get his attention, but she was interrupted.
"So, little girl," the Seventh Sister said suddenly to the Mandalorian, turning her head. – Are you going to tell us something?"
"I can tell you a few ways I could kill you," Sabine growled. – And then..."
"Spektre-5, get in touch," the girl's comlink was suddenly heard, which miraculously remained hanging on her belt. – Can you hear me?" This is Commander Meiloorun.
"Answer him," the Fifth Brother growled, activating his lightsaber.
"Yes, I can hear you, Commander Meiloorun," Sabine said, picking up the comlink.
- You missed registration. Do I understand correctly that due to technical problems on the ship, you are stranded and need help with repairs?
The Mandalorian hesitated, not quite understanding the situation. It was impossible to allow any signal to be sent from this station to other Rebels.
Fifth Brother growled and was about to bring the red blade to her neck but was stopped by his partner.
"I have a better idea," said the Seventh Sister, with a wicked grin.
She walked over to them, then crouched down, close to Ezra's ear, keeping eye contact with Sabine.
"I think we should have a second round," she said loudly enough.
With that, Seventh Sister grabbed the guy by the collar and pressed her lips to his mouth. Her hands began to wander over his body, feeling and pinching in places.
Sabine watched wide-eyed as Ezra began to whimper and shake, trying to pull away. She also saw his torso with its torn coverall, which was covered in numerous red lines, bites, and bruises.
"N-no, don't," the boy cried softly, trying to push the Inquisitor away with his bound hands, who was kissing his neck.
"Don't you want to put on a show?" Seventh Sister asked, her hand starting to dangerously sink lower.
"Stop, stop, stop!" Sabine almost shouted, feeling guilty that she was frozen in shock.
"Answer the message and invite Ahsoka Tano and Kanan Jarrus to join us," the Inquisitor demanded, releasing the young Jedi, who simply collapsed to the floor with his back to the dashboard.
Ezra didn't seem to realize that Mandalorian was around. He just sat there as if his limbs had been torn off. But she could see the tears that flowed from his closed eyes, and the trembling of his body.
"Hey!" Sabine called, grinning. "Don't move your face."
"It's not that easy, you know," Ezra said.
The guy's forehead and nose had already been cleaned of paint, and now it was time for the lower part of his face. But when she rubbed his cheeks, he couldn't help but smile, which made the task even more difficult.
When him cheeks were finally cleaned of the purple paint, she realized that it was his mouth that was next. The young Jedi seemed to realize this as well, as his cheeks turned red.
"Don't think anything to yourself, Kid," the mandalorian threatened, then began to wipe his mouth.
Ezra held his ground, but the mandalorian could see that his cheeks were very red. She also noticed his eyes flick from her face to her lips a couple of times.
Sabine would never admit it, but such a treacherous act was also performed through her eyes.
The Mandalorian suppressed a possible blush, then began scrubbing the paint more seriously.
"It's just a Kid, Sabine", she thought. "Calm down."
"Answer!" Fifth Brother snarled, snapping her out of her thoughts.
"Yes, we need help," Sabine said into the comlink. – Also, take Kanan and Ahsoka with you.
"All right," came the reply. – We'll meet you in Bay 6. Don't worry, we'll fix it. And most importantly, do not hang your nose. Everything will be fine.
The Mandalorian looked at the Inquisitors, hoping they would be pleased.
"Pick up your friend and go ahead of us," the Fifth Brother ordered, then opened the door and left the room, but the other one stayed there, watching them.
Sabine cursed under her breath but crawled cautiously to the boy's side. She didn't dare touch him, so she just called out.
"Ezra?" the girl said. "Ezra?"
She called his name for several minutes, raising the volume of her voice until he turned his head in her direction. He was still shaking, and his eyes looked bleary, but he seemed to realize that she was there.
"We have to go," she said softly. "Get up."
Ezra couldn't get up the first time, as his legs were slightly wobbly under him. When he almost fell to the floor for the third time, the Seventh Sister's patience ran out and she grabbed him by the shoulders, yanking him up and pushing him toward Sabine.
"Hold him, we don't have time to waste," she ordered.
The Mandalorian held Ezra up to keep him from falling again, but he broke free of her grip and made his way out of the room without a word. The girl bit her lip and walked slightly behind to catch him in case something happened.
The large doors of Bay 6 opened with a sharp creak, revealing the large hangar they had originally flown into. Sabine looked around for Zeb but couldn't find him or the Phantom. She remembered his words when he contacted them.
"Do not hang nose?" she muttered, then accidentally looked up. And that's where the ship ended up, with Zeb sitting there grinning. She started to think about a plan, but the ship was also spotted by the Hysteric Inquisitor's mini-probe.
"It's now or never", Sabine breathed, then mentally apologized to Ezra. She abruptly grabbed his forearm and ran towards the Phantom, who landed a few dozen meters away.
She pushed him into the cockpit, then picked up a slightly battered blaster from the wall and began firing back at the Inquisitors who were holding the ship in place.
Realizing this, the girl started shooting at Fifth Brother's hands, and he had to let go and pull out his lightsaber. Zeb cranked the engines to full power, and the ship was able to escape, flying out through the doors, which closed a second later.
Zeb laughed as he entered the coordinates for the hyperspace jump, steering the ship away from the station. Ezra was sitting on the seat of the Phantom, huddled in the farthest corner, his legs drawn up to his chest.
"Are you two, okay?" Zeb asked, turning his head slightly in their direction, but noticing Ezra's odd disposition, he clarified. – "What happened there?"
"We'll talk about this later," Sabine said, then pulled the lock pick out from under the seat and turned to Ezra. "Can I take off your cuffs?" - Zeb knew something was wrong, but he didn't want to push them.
The boy nodded, holding out his hands, and the Mandalorian walked slowly over to him. She began to remove them, leaving a distance between them.
As soon as the handcuffs clicked open and fell to the floor, Ezra immediately pulled his hands up to him. Sabine moved away, too, knowing that the youngest member of their team clearly didn't want anyone too close to him.
The longer the Mandalorian sat there, the more guilt washed over her. She had no doubt of what had happened there. And she couldn't help but blame herself.
"Ezra, I'm so, so sorry", Sabine thought as she watched the boy bury his face in the crook of his forearm, shivering. "I should have been there. I'm sorry, I'm so sorry»."