The Artist and the Jedi - Sabezra Oneshots

Sparring

Set during season three (Not long after 'Steps into Shadow')

Summary – When he wakes up early one morning, Ezra finds Sabine practicing martial arts in a secluded area. The two spar, and a contest quickly ensues...

Ezra awoke slowly, rubbing his eyes vigorously with a noisy yawn. He turned to his right, gasping in surprise at the digits on his bedside clock. Five in the morning? That's the earliest he'd woken up...well ever. The padawan sighed in annoyance, once he was awake he could never get back to sleep again and it would be hours before the rest of the crew were up.
"Looks like I'm gonna have to entertain myself for a while" he muttered to himself, sitting up with a stretch. As his senses gradually broke themselves free from sleep, he felt a rough sensation down by his feet and quickly lifted the bed sheets. With a frustrated sigh, Ezra shook his head, realising that once again, for the third night in a row now, sand had somehow managed to make its way into his bed. He had been so full of hope when they had first found Atollon and created Chopper Base, but now it seemed that, just like the droid for whom the base was named, this place was far more annoying than it was useful. As well as the unbeatable sands of the desert, there were the dokma, timid shelled little creatures that Zeb had named "bogans" for their annoying ability to get anywhere. The past few days had been worse than ever, though, because the Ghost had been taken deep into the hangar for repairs, meaning that his cabin was unavailable. As a result, he had been given a temporary room on the base, in amongst the sand and insects. He supposed he deserved it for acting so irrationally over Reklam Station a week ago, he was currently banned from being involved in any missions and prohibited from leaving base grounds. It wasn't for long, Hera had some pull with Commander Sato and had already shortened the time by a lot, but still the lack of action drove him mad.
"Time for another day of throwing rocks in the sand" the padawan said with a sigh, swiftly changing into his dirt stained clothes and walking out of the room. This planet sucked.

Striding out into the empty rocky corridors, Ezra didn't even glance down at the dozens of dokma that scuttled across the floor. Nothing here surprised him anymore, he had seen everything and meditated everywhere. At the very least, though, he had decided what to do while he waited for the others to wake up. A little bit of extra physical training couldn't hurt, and maybe he could take out a little bit of his frustration on some punching bags. He turned a corner, walking out into a larger cavern which had unofficially been dubbed 'the gym.' It was essentially just a huge orange rocky cave with some temporary mesh flooring on the ground and a few weights stacked against the walls. Nonetheless, it was the perfect place to blow off some steam, but to his surprise, Ezra realised that he was not the only one with this idea. Entering the cave, he noticed a figure sparring with a punching bag in the far corner, and stealthily approached to see who it was. When he was just a few steps away, the padawan had to hold in a gasp as he immediately recognised the figure, mainly by her bright pink hair. There Sabine stood, dressed in a black tank top and grey shorts, completely focused on the task of obliterating the punch bag in front of her. She did not even notice Ezra approach, and he remained standing a few metres behind her, watching curiously as she continued to train. The Mandalorian panted with every punch, clearly having been doing this for a while, and with a final dramatic jumping kick, she knocked the bag clean from its hook, causing it to slide across the ground, deflated. She stood still for a second, breathing heavily but not turning around, until at last Ezra spoke.
"I pity the poor stormtrooper who challenges you to a physical duel" he commented, causing her to gasp in surprise and quickly turn to face him.
"Kriff, Ezra...I think you take the whole spectre thing a bit too seriously. H-how long have you been standing there?" Sabine questioned in response, feeling a little humiliated at the thought of being watched. Avoiding the judgemental eyes of her peers was exactly the reason she came here so early in the morning, that and the fact that she had a lot of spare anger to burn off.
"Long enough...excellent form, ten out of ten" Ezra marked in a joking tone, causing Sabine to roll her eyes in annoyance.
"I'd like to see you do any better, laserbrain" she replied, casually collecting the fallen punching bag from the ground and hanging it back on its hook. Ezra strolled up with a confident grin, cracking his knuckles to show off.
"I'm never one to shy away from an honest challenge. So how are we gonna measure this?" he asked curiously.
"I hit that bag without any breaks until it fell...if you can do the same then maybe you're as good as me, maybe..." Sabine responded, taking a seat nearby and gulping down her water bottle.
"Bring it on" Ezra answered, quickly changing into a dull orange vest. How hard could it be?