Star Wars Rebels: Teenage Response

Fun

The crew was quietly conversing amongst themselves when Sabine entered the Galley. Kanan, Zeb and Ezra were sat down. Hera and Chopper were standing around them.
Hera was the first to notice Sabine, she smiled at her and her lips almost gave off a laugh. Sabine rolled her eyes and couldn't stop herself from smiling either.
Yeah, yeah...lets just forget it...
"And how's my favourite Jedi doing today?", the Mandalorian said out aloud as she placed a hand on an unaware Ezra and shook him almost violently. He dropped a spoonful of cereal and his eyebrows lowered as he curled his mouth.
"Sabine, you hurt my feelings...", Kanan said sarcastically as he read the daily Imperial virtual-news.
She took a seat with them and rubbed her hands as she looked at the arrangement of nutrition in front of her.
"Y'know, I think I should cook you all lunch sometime", she began as she reached out for a slice of toast. "Mandalorian lunch, of course".
Ezra looked at her intrigued.
"You can cook?", he asked her. He never figured Sabine would be the type to be trained in the art of cuisine...
She nodded as she buttered her toast.
"Yup, Mandalorian food anyways. All girls on Mandalore were taught by their mother at an early age...cooking was one of the skills we learnt".
Mandalorian cuisine was made to be easily prepared and easily kept fresh. Their food was fast and nutritious, the Mandalorians were always on the move as bounty hunters and so they had to be able to get what their bodies needed in the most cheap way possible. Sabine was rather rusty in such a subject, she hadn't prepared Mandalorian food since her adventures with Ketsu Onyo...
"Huh, funny enough...in Mandalorian culture I'm actually legible to get married", she told them with a silly smile on her face. She turned to her right and wrapped her arms around Zeb's forearm and pretended to be deeply in love.
"Oh Zeb!", she began with a ridiculous posh accent. "My heart throbs for you! We must go to Mandalore, get married, have lots of Lasat/Human babies! It'll all be okay on Mandalore!"
The Lasat raised his eyebrow and his face didn't show any amusement. Taking about babies...after the most recent predicament with Sabine? He was surprised she even mentioned such a thing.
The Human removed her arms from him, and placed her hands on the table. She lowered her eyelids and forced her expression to dullness.
"...and not necessarily in that order", she gave him a wink with her same unamused face and went back to chewing her toast. The Lasat continued eating as if not acknowledging her.
She looked at a shocked Ezra and her munching halted.
"I was kidding", she informed him. The boy then quickly looked away from her and forced up a cough.
As they all silently ate, an idea for fun crossed Sabine's mind.
"Hey, who's up for an arm-wrestle? I think our big lug here is indisputably the strongest...", she gave Zeb's shoulder a loud pat. "...but I wonder...who's the second strongest?"
Hera shook her head and sighed, she left the Galley...mostly to escape Sabine's challenge.
Sabine held out her arm to Ezra, who looked at her very reluctantly.
"C'mon Ezra, test your might!", she smirked and looked dead at him with her pretty eyes. The boy was very briefly lost in the face of his gorgeous Mandalorian comrade.
He weakly placed his arm out.
"I, uh...don't feel comfortable with this...", she locked arms with Sabine and tensed his body. He knew he had no chance, she was bigger, older and she was didn't seem the type to go easy on you. He got a small taste of her superior strength previously, when she was pinning him against a wall.
"Ready...go!"
Ezra then pushed against Sabine's hand, but when he felt that he hadn't moved her an inch...he knew he was already doomed.
A loud slam was heard as the back of Ezra's hand was smacked against the table, having been easily defeated by Sabine.
"Ah, I had no chance", Ezra confessed as he rubbed his knuckled and smiled.
It was almost difficult for him to accept that this same girl with him now, a tough Mandalorian chick, was raped. It just didn't feel right to him, he understood that the Grand Inquisitor was way out of her league...but...it just isn't right. After all the times she made him feel smaller than her, either by calling him 'kid' or simply demonstrating her physical abilities over him....to picture her being such a victim...it was unsettling.
Sabine turned her head to Kanan and extended her arm out to him.
"C'mon Kanan, your turn!"
The Jedi smiled and waved his fingers, an overwhelming force then took Sabine's arm. He couldn't help but laugh when the girl was forced to lean sideways as her arm was slammed against the table.
"Hey, that's not fair!", she complained. "Totally uncool, Kanan. Now let go of my arm!"
Kanan relaxed his finger muscles and Sabine was freed from his power. She gave him a death stare and then slumped into her seat with a sigh.