A helmet’s advantage is that it hides your face from strangers and protects your head, sure. But now, Sabine is even more grateful as it also hides any emotions her expressions could give away. 

She’s not used to be left behind. She’s not used to be the one keeping the Ghost safe either. She’s not sure what to do with this stranger, not sure how to act or what to tell. Her lips pressed together anxiously, Sabine catches a glimpse of Chopper coming closer. Pauses, thinking, what would Hera do.

 ❝ I’ve had worse targets, ❞ Sabine said truthfully. The stranger seemed harmless enough, but she knew not to judge a book by its cover. 

❝ Really now. If so, I’ve never heard of you. ❞ But again, she thought bitterly, it wouldn’t be the first time that her friends hid something from her. And she could hardly blame them for doing so.

Wariness prickles Cirz’s senses in small waves, but the Mandalorian lingers despite her apprehension. Cirz is glad for it. That means he has a chance to prove he won’t be a threat to her. (If only it worked as smoothly for him as his master used to make it look.)

“Umm. That is not ideal.” He admits, his voice calm and giving away that he is thinking. His attention turns to the droid. “...You remember me, Chopper, don’t you?”

At that, the droid wheels its head towards him, then, to the Mandalorian. It makes the most aggravated series of noises, waving its small robotic arm.

“All’s fair with standard programming.” @moonsdvst

Down time was Sabé's enemy, so a friendly game of sabacc was a good way to pass the time.

But Sabé was also competitive, so losing wasn't acceptable.

Interrogation Starters // ACCEPTING ↳ @moonsdvst said: “ seems to me like you know more than you’re letting in on.” (To Shaak Ti, hi 👋)

𝙷𝙴𝚁 𝙰𝙽𝚂𝚆𝙴𝚁𝙸𝙽𝙶 𝚂𝙼𝙸𝙻𝙴 carried a wry edge “Doesn’t everyone?” 

Indeed, she had found few souls within the Rebellion without stories of their own. Many of them had suffered unspeakable atrocities at the hands of the Empire; others had been complicit in those selfsame acts of brutality, only to realize too late the true extent of Palpatine’s cruelty. Shaak Ti couldn’t judge them. Even they had failed to realize the machinations of the Sith. Now she merely sought to undo that damage day by day, little by little, in any way that she could. 

“Possibly. I don’t doubt it. You could’ve handled yourself.” Tru offers if only to quell the other’s frustration (much too familiar these annoyances of underestimated fighter).

His hand brushes dirt off his cheek, out of his hair. “But tell you what, I can not handle the empire's wrong kind of attention turning to this place" Soil flakes down his clothes. He coughs, frowns. Maybe it wasn’t so wise to redirect an active explosive.

@moonsdvst: “We’re going to be working together. Let’s try to get along.” // accepting

Working with others in underworld tended to end badly, and the times where they didn't were few and far between. It was a stage primed for knives in the back, blasters pressing into the side of your head for the smallest of misbehavior. But this Mandalorian clad in colorful armor seemed sure as hell when she proposed an alliance.

A newcomer, or just a kid desperate enough to pick up jobs that would pay for the next fuel stop before the return home. Eron hadn't seen plenty of others like her for quite some time. Last he'd heard, the Mandalorians were busy minding their business all the while staying out of the New Republic's meddling. And that had been some ten years ago.

@moonsdvst liked.

It's been too long, Darra realizes as she lifts her head to gaze in the direction the Mandalorian girl is pointing. Under ordinary circumstances, the appearance of an Imperial light cruiser, let alone two would not be cause for the words, "Don't worry," but this pair - both painted a deep forest green - are a sight for sore eyes. Darra hasn't seen her people in almost two years now - they had agreed that having a former Jedi aboard was too much heat, brought too much attention to the self-titled "Traitor Fleet."

Their numbers now dwindling to a mere two ships, they still hold the name as a badge of pride: "We defy those we once served and seek to bring about a better galaxy." She's heard rumors now of other ships following their lead, other traitor fleets rising up in opposition of the Empire, but they're hard to follow. More and more, it's difficult to tell which stories are true and which are the Empire's agents trying to draw them out. But this. This feels right.

Darra smiles faintly, feeling as though something is drawing nearer. Rebel cells are becoming connected, slowly but surely. This is the next step in that: the Traitor Fleet would join the Rebellion. She'd made sure of it. That was her part to play.

"Good," she says aloud. "Very good indeed."

She missed her people, she's surprised to realize. She smiles faintly, wondering what her old Master would say at the realization that she's become... attached.