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Pre-Canon: Detention
20/11/15 11:45[OCC: This is not canon, but head canon based on hints given in Star Wars Rebels and Sabine's Rebel Sketchbook.]
The smell of chemicals has always been a comforting scent to Sabine. Today they were scents of solvents and paints but they could just as easily be that of explosives as far as she was concerned. She couldn't help humming lightly as she cleaned the paint sprayers and other components, even if she was being kept after class as a punishment.
She stopped humming immediately when she heard the room's door woosh open and turned, ready to offer a salute; which was good as it was her Imperial guardian and not a student. She executed her salute perfectly and held it, as regulations demanded.
"At ease, cadet," he said as he removed his hat and took a seat.
Not a good sign. Sabine thought as she relaxed to a loose attention.
He waited just long enough to build tension before continuing. "Your visual language instructor had a complaint against your behavior. Would you care to explain yourself?"
Was that all this was? Sabine wondered before placing the empty sprayer on the table beside her. "I was working on the propaganda assignment as ordered. I complied with all instructions, with one exception. I felt the addition of a magenta hue would offset the Imperial red well. My instructor informed me I did not have that liberty. I tried to argue my case but he would not listen. He wouldn't even look at the completed poster."
"And so he explained to me," her guardian replied as he straightened the crease in his pants. "Did you think your skills greater than the propaganda team hand picked by the Emperor himself? You, a mere cadet?"
"No, Sir," Sabine relied humbly, though it galled her. Anyone with the minutest sense of color would see she was right.
"Then you will comply with the color palette, and other requirements, as they are given to you?"
"Yes, Sir."
"Good," he said with a nod. The matter clearly done with. "I have other news. I took the liberty of presenting your file to the Imperial Security Bureau. They seem most interested in your potential. Tread carefully these next few weeks or months, Sabine. They will be watching you. You have a lot to offer the Empire, and I firmly believe you would be best utilized in the ISB. Do not disappoint me."
"Yes, Sir," she replied, a little shocked at this turn of events.
He smiled tightly at her then, as he stood to leave. Pausing at the door, he turned to look over his shoulder and meet her eye, "And keep an ear out for any rumors your fellow cadets might be sharing. The ISB finds much of use in them."
"Yes, Sir," Sabine replied with another crisp salute, though she wasn't sure about spying on the other cadets. Did he even mean her friends? What intel could possibly come from rumors?
The smell of chemicals has always been a comforting scent to Sabine. Today they were scents of solvents and paints but they could just as easily be that of explosives as far as she was concerned. She couldn't help humming lightly as she cleaned the paint sprayers and other components, even if she was being kept after class as a punishment.
She stopped humming immediately when she heard the room's door woosh open and turned, ready to offer a salute; which was good as it was her Imperial guardian and not a student. She executed her salute perfectly and held it, as regulations demanded.
"At ease, cadet," he said as he removed his hat and took a seat.
Not a good sign. Sabine thought as she relaxed to a loose attention.
He waited just long enough to build tension before continuing. "Your visual language instructor had a complaint against your behavior. Would you care to explain yourself?"
Was that all this was? Sabine wondered before placing the empty sprayer on the table beside her. "I was working on the propaganda assignment as ordered. I complied with all instructions, with one exception. I felt the addition of a magenta hue would offset the Imperial red well. My instructor informed me I did not have that liberty. I tried to argue my case but he would not listen. He wouldn't even look at the completed poster."
"And so he explained to me," her guardian replied as he straightened the crease in his pants. "Did you think your skills greater than the propaganda team hand picked by the Emperor himself? You, a mere cadet?"
"No, Sir," Sabine relied humbly, though it galled her. Anyone with the minutest sense of color would see she was right.
"Then you will comply with the color palette, and other requirements, as they are given to you?"
"Yes, Sir."
"Good," he said with a nod. The matter clearly done with. "I have other news. I took the liberty of presenting your file to the Imperial Security Bureau. They seem most interested in your potential. Tread carefully these next few weeks or months, Sabine. They will be watching you. You have a lot to offer the Empire, and I firmly believe you would be best utilized in the ISB. Do not disappoint me."
"Yes, Sir," she replied, a little shocked at this turn of events.
He smiled tightly at her then, as he stood to leave. Pausing at the door, he turned to look over his shoulder and meet her eye, "And keep an ear out for any rumors your fellow cadets might be sharing. The ISB finds much of use in them."
"Yes, Sir," Sabine replied with another crisp salute, though she wasn't sure about spying on the other cadets. Did he even mean her friends? What intel could possibly come from rumors?
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