Star Wars: The Lord in Exile

Blood Sisters

The fleet had just overtaken the Imperial blockade over Ibaar with the help of The Blood Angels that the Imperial Prince had gathered. Aurelian was pleased his message had spread across Ultramar, now many planets and military forces had pledged allegiance. A part of him wanted to leave and start his war but he at least wanted to help the fleet find a base first as a thank you to their support. Currently the Spectres were on Garel, where Hera was talking with some rebels who were disguised as civilians. From the Ghost, Sabine, Aurelian, and Ezra descended the ramp with Chopper and Alpha-117 behind them.

"Vaux, you're picking up our fighter parts in the market." Hera instructed. "The crates are labeled 'Ronto Meat'. And watch out for Imperial troops. They've increased patrols. Good luck."

As the two rebels left, the Mandalorian and the Prince approached Hera. "You said you had another mission. What do you want me to do?" Ezra asked.

"Actually, this one's for both of them." Hera clarified.

Aurelian patted the boy's shoulder and Sabine elbowed him, causing him to groan in pain. Chopper chuckled at Ezra's misfortune.

"Ow! Hey!"

Aurelian and Sabine stepped forward to the pilot. "There's a courier coming in who has secret information. I need you to pick him up and transport him to Havok outpost."

"Sounds easy enough." the girl replied.

"If it was easy, I'd send someone else. This information is important. We have to get it through. Keep a low profile."

"Don't worry. You can trust me and Lian. What's this courier look like?"

"I don't know, but they'll respond to this code phrase."

Hera pressed a button on the datapad and transferred the code phrase to Sabine, who read it on her wrist pad. Alpha-117 sat on Aurelian's shoulder and kicked her holographic legs back and forth as she listened in.

"Got it." Sabine put on her helmet and left with Aurelian.

"Hey, I can be low profile too." Ezra argued.

"You can be... backup along with Alpha and Chopper. But Sabine is in charge."

"Understood." the blue haired boy donned his painted cadet helmet and caught up with the others. "Leader, huh? Always figured you for a loner." he told Sabine.

"Not always."

The group kept moving as Ezra continued his argument. "You sure make it seem that way. I mean, besides all the time you spend with Lian, which is most of the day. You spend a lot of time in your room, alone. And, uh, you actually tend to eat alone. Sometimes. And combat practice alone. And go off probably to be alone. And, uh, I don't know. I guess sometimes, you know, I'll find you alone... After I've, maybe, followed you, and... You're angry and I've heard you say more than once, 'I want to be alone'. But... Actually, I've heard you say quite often, just straight, 'Leave me alone'."

Sabine noticed some wall art off to the side and went to investigate. "Hmm." she hummed in thought as she examined the wall art.

Aurelian and the others kept moving, and the black-haired man seemed tired of the blue-haired boy's rambling. It was infuriating, and he wanted to shut the boy up. Then he remembered how much Ezra teased him about Sabine.

"Ezra... if you put this much effort into Naomi, she might actually like you." the Ultramarian advised.

"Uh I– What? She and I aren't–"

"Oh, you're not? Well then I suppose I should tell her you're not interested."

"Okay, I'll shut up." the young padawan huffed before noticing Sabine. "Uh, what is that?"