drksbrartist // SABINE WREN
A lot had happened over the past few weeks and it left Sabine’s head spinning. Ahsoka, Kanan, and Ezra had all left Atollon on Jedi business, and only Kanan and Ezra had come back - and Kanan had been blinded. When Ezra had described the Iridonian Zabrak that had done it, named him, Sabine felt an instinctive and sickening hold in her gut. Maul. The man that had overthrown all of Mandalore during the Clone Wars and brought the Death Watch to power.
Everyone had retreated, in their ways: Hera was helping Kanan recover, Ezra had found some new holocron to study, and, for the time being, Phoenix Squadron was keeping quiet. Sabine didn’t mind the quiet, but her mando nature left her restless and ready for action - especially after repainting her beskar’gam and dyeing her hair, getting a bit of a cut in the back. There was only so many times she could calibrate weapons and very few places to paint.
In short…things were dull.
But it got interesting when Chopper Base’s sensors picked up a ship on approach and even hailing a request to land! And of course she was going to go see who was coming in to land; it was better than hearing about it later!
Sabine casually rested her hands on her hips as the new arrival landed, head cocked and smirking faintly, and waited for the ramp to lower. Better safe that sorry, really.
He felt different, after everything. Cal didn’t have a clue what to do next, all he knew was that he needed to help those in need. Cere intercepted many transmissions from the Empire, talking about their recent victory on different planets and civilizations, but nothing that would actually give him a slight purpose. While Cere and Greez flew the Mantis, Cal sat on the cold, metal floor, feeling his thoughts resonate with the Force. He felt it, his deep connection with the Force growing stronger. His meditation got better and better the more he focused. Sometimes, he’d reach out through the Force to see if he could find someone else. Maybe someone with the same feeling as he.
But this time, he was interrupted by Merrin getting his attention. Cere had intercepted a transmission from a Rebel Cell in a system close to them. Cal stood from his trance, walking over toward the cockpit and taking his seat next to Greez. BD-1 beeped happily on the control panel.
Cal smiled. ❝ I think we found something, buddy, ❞ he said, shifting in his seat as he felt the ship jump into hyperspace. The transmission was faint, but with little hope, they jumped at the nearest possible way to help those in need. Cere had more hope recently, as they tried to help those against the Empire, her connection with the Force grew stronger, along with Cal’s. He felt the Mantis jolt when it exited hyperspace. Cere’s request to land near the rebel cell was accepted and they were soon on the ground.
Cal watched at the platform extended to the end, hitting the ground and making dirt puff up into the air. He shifted the poncho on his shoulders, keeping his lightsaber at his side. Although he gave off the peaceful stance, Cal was still on edge. He didn’t know if this transmission was a trap from the Empire. He wondered if there were any inquisitors near by. But, as he reached through the Force, he knew that they were safe, to say the least.
❝ Hello, ❞ he said to the girl that had less of a peaceful stance. ❝ Uh, are you guys the ones that sent out that signal? ❞
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