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     It’s so easy to slide into step with old allies. She’s worked with the spectres enough. It’s odd, the idea of not having the whole team—they had been such a singular unit the whole time she’d known them—but there’s no such thing as unwelcome help in a crisis. They’ve done weirder jobs.

     Ahsoka hasn’t stopped, and she does know that Sabine can keep up, so she doesn’t slow down as she follows her map. She does smile over her shoulder, though.

     ❝  I know, it’s like disaster follows me around. Good to see you, too, Sabine.  ❞  Ahsoka chuckles. She gestures her head down the main road, ❝  —and yes, there’s a location marked near us, just over in Cotes. I figure we can look out for allies, and see if we can help anyone that needs evacuation on the way, since that should be a high priority too. I’ll need to see the area before I can propose a better plan, though. What have you got for equipment, right now?  ❞

While she would rather have her whole team, Sabine didn’t mind Ahsoka’s leadership. She’s seen enough battle and fighting to overshadow Ezra and Kanan’s experiences entirely. The Mandalorian kept up with the togruta, her pace matching Ahsoka’s with ease.     “So just another day at work, huh?” Sabine’s helmet nodded, smiling beneath it as she continued to follow Ahsoka. 

            @beskarbooms·   /   SECURITY BREACH: PART TWO.

             “  LOOK OUT !  ” she peeled her hand away from her saber for just a moment to thrust her palm forward, ripples of power propelling a stormtrooper back through the air before he could get a shot in. needless to say, he took a rough landing.

        without another word, she turned then to swiftly parry a blaster bolt closing in on her back, deflecting it right back into the chestplate of the trooper who had fired it. back to back with her newfound company, she kept an eye about them, brandishing her lightsaber at the ready. this would be a hard battle, but she was certain the stranger could handle themselves— judging by the way they expertly handled those blaster pistols. 

             “  i’ve got five of them back here… !  ”

And handle herself she absolutely can. With gusto. Sabine’s dealt with their sorry butt before. Different armor, same aim. Unfortunate for them, since they were up against a genuine Mandalorian. How genuine? Well for starters, she’s got her jetpack back as well as her dual blasters. Like a seasoned gunslinger, Sabine took stormtrooper after trooper with precise aim, alternating her fire between blasters with ease and efficiency.     “Make that two!” she replied with confidence. If her helmet wasn’t on, one might just glimpse the satisfied smirk she had on her lips. It felt so good to let loose with her gear again.

     Asking them to take sides, are they? Ahsoka doesn’t like the concept of having to choose one or the other, especially when she knows so little about both parties and whether or not she can trust them, however—

     She checks her phone’s map. She may not have her lightsabers or most of her abilities, but she still has more martial training than many people. In the back of her mind, she wonders what Anakin’s been doing. She misses having him around, more than she had realized. Especially now that there’s trouble brewing. Whatever one might have said about Anakin, he had been effective when there was trouble.

     ❝  —Well, time to cut some wires.  ❞

Now this was interesting. Quite a bit nostalgic too. Sabine knew her machinery in and out and seeing this young girl work on one, looking like a bonafide grease monkey-lizard reminded Sabine of her own childhood tinkering. Big difference was that this girl was working on a speeder with wheels. Sabine’s tinkering was more on the explosive side.

    “Need any help there?” she asked, crouching down as she watched the other girl work.

Familiarity was a strange thing. Even though Sabine is effectively stranded on this planet-- or world, universe, dimension as some would rather put it, the reality of the nature of this place being filled to the brim with all manners of life, both humanoid and alien alike, felt like... well, home, for lack of a better term. She’s used to biological diversity, what with being from a galaxy far, far away and all that. One particular alien caught her attention. Tall, avian-looking and rather unfamiliar with his species, but he was decked in armor she’s never seen before. Now that piqued her interest.

                ❛   … What am I supposed to do with this ?  ❜   HER   tone is so flat with disappointment that it only barely registers as a question, the toy gun she was dropped here with teetering and bobbing steadily between three digits. She manages to spin it for a few moments, but then her preoccupation drifts to the mechanism. Naturally. 

                ❛   Does it even fire any—- Oh !  ❜   A tiny pellet shoots out after a slight squeeze on the plastic trigger — arcing in the air and connecting squarely with a petite human.  ❛   Keelah, I’m sorry — Real or plastic, that was beyond stupid.   ❜

@beskarbooms·· :  S.C.

Luckily, Sabine was wearing her beskar armor as the pellet plinked helplessly off of her shoulder plate. No toy rifle’s gonna damage her anytime soon, though she did look over the alien with an amused and curious expression.

why does it feel so hard to form words properly? she’s ready to extol the virtues of bb guns and how she still keeps her own old one lying around the apartment, and how she’d once fought off hordes of monsters here with it, and how she dual wielded it even after getting her own weapon back—

right, focus. her neural cloud feels a bit strange, and she quickly releases her hold on the stuffed animal before standing up. it doesn’t do much to abate the oddness in her head, though; actually, she finds herself feeling even more lightheaded as the seconds press on. “i had a ghost try to eat it once,” she announces, one hand gesturing to her own hair. for some reason, AR-15′s unable to suppress this wave of chattiness. “it was a goddess’… pet, or something like that? and said my hair looked like cotton candy.”

a pause, then she’s extending a hand down to help the stranger up. “um, anyway… sorry, what’s your name? i’m AR-15.” lips have spread into an unconscious smile, and her gaze lingers for a moment too long before the t-doll glances off, laughing slightly. “your hair, and your eyes… are nice, too.” what is she even saying?

A brow raises at the other girl’s experiences with her hair, shortly letting out an amused chuckle after. Right, nothing too weird yet. If there was one thing she learned fighting alongside her friends all over the galaxy, is that weird is good. She’s used to it at this point. Mostly. “Well, the more colorful the hair, the tastier it looks, apparently,” she returned as she took her offer, standing up with the stuffed animal in her hands before returning it to the shelf it fell from. She’s never been one to like them. Growing up a warrior tended to do that to a person. Good thing she has her art and fondness of colors. Speaking of colors...

“My eyes... oookay. Um, thanks. AR-15, I’m Sabine. Before I ask why your name sounds like a designation number, one question though.”

❝If you haven’t tried Swiss chocolate, where on EARTH have you been?❞

plush toys clutching hearts of velvety red between outstretched paws; rows of perfumed roses in every color imaginable; wherever AR-15 looks, it feels as if the holiday is jumping out at her from every corner today. a faint sigh. although she isn’t one to pointedly avoid such displays, there isn’t a reason for her to need these items—not this year, and not here, at least.

there’s quite a crowd around one of the more popular stores, and she tries to duck around them. in the process, a white teddy bear is knocked off the stand; automatically, the t-doll reaches down to pick it up, and sees another hand land on it at the same moment. eyes lock with the stranger’s, and then—

for some reason, she finds herself at a complete loss for words, and just stares for a long moment before mumbling, “hey, i… like your gun.” and then, the sheer stupidity of what she’d just blurted out hits, and there’s a fiery pink lancing across AR-15′s cheeks. “i, uh—wait, i mean… ”

@beskarbooms·

Initially, the festive atmosphere felt suffocating to Sabine. But she was not the type to stay cooped up in one place for too long and admittedly, her curiosity got the better of her. That and well, she has nothing else to do except maybe paint a few more murals on random walls later on. So out she went, exploring against her better judgement. She still kept mostly to herself though, avoiding crowded areas and preferring less... people, over all. But people found their way in every store possible, much to her annoyance. In one of them, a stuffed toy of sorts is knocked off its stand, ignored by the offender. Naturally, Sabine gave him some sass, before reaching down to pick it up. Only to find that someone else thought to do the same.

     ✾ █ ❝ These? Oh! N-No, no; I made all these cards and chocolates yesterday, I promise. They should be fine for you to take… I think. ❞ the chocolates she actually bought so shes not entirely sure about them, but…

Anger HC--Sabine likes to keep her feelings out of the way of her job, whether it be shooting up a place with stormtroopers or sabotaging an Imperial outpost despite her intense loathing of the Empire. That said, an angry Sabine is not someone anyone would wanna mess with. She goes a little overboard with her actions if she gets angered, usually when it concerns her people, her culture and her home world. Case in point, she once electrocuted a bunch of Mandalorian traitors and said, “This won’t be enough to kill you, but it will be enough to make you suffer!” and boy did they suffer. So much so that someone had to snap Sabine out of it.

Stress HC--Not a whole lot stresses her on the job, but things concerning her troubled past, her family(both the Ghost crew and her actual Mando clan) and Mandalore as a whole will probably see her cracking here and there. She’s not good on the whole, opening up and talking about her problems thing.I’m thinking, like most artists that I know of, relieve stress via their art. That or shooting a couple of stormtroopers. Always a good time.