Male Y/N
The small restaurant on the outskirts of Pasaana's main settlement was exactly what Y/N and Sabine were looking for - quiet, dimly lit, and far from prying eyes. Sabine had traded her distinctive Mandalorian armour for a sleek black outfit that still concealed a blaster at her hip, while Y/N wore civilian clothes instead of his usual robes, his lightsaber hidden but within easy reach.
"I can't remember the last time I had a normal date," Sabine said, settling into their corner booth. The candlelight danced across her features, making her eyes sparkle.
Y/N grinned. "And what exactly counts as a normal date for a Mandalorian warrior?"
"Definitely not getting trapped in caves or running from Imperial remnants," she replied with a smirk. "Though I have to admit, those weren't bad first dates."
A Twi'lek server brought them menus and wine, giving them a knowing smile before disappearing into the kitchen. The restaurant was cosy, with only a handful of other patrons scattered around the room.
"To normal," Y/N said, raising his glass.
Sabine clinked hers against it. "To normal."
Of course, 'normal' lasted approximately fifteen minutes.
They had just finished their appetizers when Y/N stiffened, his Force sensitivity tingling with warning. Sabine noticed immediately, her hand casually dropping to her concealed blaster.
"How many?" she whispered, maintaining her relaxed posture.
"At least six outside," Y/N murmured, taking another sip of wine. "Night Troopers. And... something else. Someone stronger."
Sabine's eyes narrowed. "Enoch?"
Before Y/N could respond, the restaurant's door swung open. Captain Enoch's distinctive armoured figure filled the doorway, flanked by two Night Troopers.
"Well," Sabine sighed, "so much for normal."
Y/N caught her eye across the table, a slight smile playing on his lips. "Run or fight?"
"Why choose?" Sabine winked, then flipped their table.
What followed was chaos. As dishes crashed to the floor, Sabine fired two precise shots through the gap in the overturned table, taking down the troopers flanking Enoch. Y/N used the Force to push the captain back through the doorway, buying them precious seconds.
"Kitchen?" Sabine suggested, already moving.
"Kitchen," Y/N agreed, igniting his lightsaber as more troopers poured in.
They burst through the swinging doors, startling the kitchen staff. "Sorry about this!" Y/N called as they ran past, Sabine grabbing a pot off the stove and hurling its contents at the pursuing troopers.
"Did you just throw soup at Imperial elite forces?" Y/N asked as they ran.
"Seemed like a good idea at the time," Sabine laughed, the thrill of the chase lighting up her face.
They emerged into an alley behind the restaurant, the white moon of Pasaana casting long shadows. The sound of armoured footsteps echoed from both directions.
"Up?" Y/N suggested.
"Up," Sabine agreed.
Y/N wrapped an arm around her waist, using the Force to propel them onto the roof just as blaster fire erupted below. They ran across the rooftops, jumping from building to building.
"Our ship's on the other side of the market!" Sabine called, firing back at their pursuers.
"Then we'll go through the market," Y/N decided, deflecting blaster bolts with his sabre.
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Imagine Book 2
FanfictionMy second book in my imagines collection. With characters from all fandoms, ranging from Satoru Gojo to Violet Baudelaire, and more! (With stories for both male and female readers!)
