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27/6/16 15:34 It all ended on Lothal.
They had been building a reputation for themselves, she and Ketsu, and the credits were adding up. Soon, they'd likely be able to get a better ship than the pile of junk they were currently flying. There had been a few bits of friction between them. Instances when Sabine felt a helping hand didn't cost them anything. Small things. Like the time she'd tripped a thief who'd stolen a weary mother's credit purse, or another time when she'd "accidentally" deactivated the shock collars on a trio of slaves. Little things that felt right.
Little things that pissed off her partner, despite Ketsu turning each into some small profit. "Never do anything for free!" She'd always say to Sabine. "Credits are power. Credits give you control."
They always worked things out though. Sworn sisters, together against the galaxy and damn the Empire, they were going to end up on top.
Then they'd taken the job.
A simple snatch and grab. Fly in at night, break into a storage facility, reclaim the client's cargo, and fly off scott-free.
But the storage facility had been too well staffed, by both guards and droids. None of which was in the intel the client had given them. Things turned pear shaped quickly, and not in the entertaining way. With no warning everything was lights and alarms. They were running, escape just two shipping crates away, now through the window, a leap and...she'd felt the burn of a blaster and her legs went numb. She was falling and her last sight of Ketsu was her running along the roof and shaking her head.
Her sworn sister running and leaving her behind.
She woke some time later. She wasn't sure how long. Some feeling had returned to her legs and she picked herself up. She could hear a several search parties coming her way but she could barely stand, let alone run. Gritting her teeth, she strapped herself to a nearby support column. If this was going to be her end, she'd face it standing and fighting, like a Mandalorian. Her vision went double as she secured the strap and she had to blink a few times. And shake her head. It was getting hard to focus. Damn it, nerflings, get here already, she thought, before I pass out again.
"You look like you've seen better days," a male voice said, interrupting her thoughts. Panicked, she aimed her blaster at...well, the middle one is likely to be the actual guy. He was tall and lanky; long hair and scruffy clothes in earth tones. He also held a blaster but was aiming it away from her. "I can patch you up. I've some medical supplies. Mostly field stuff but if you can fire those blasters and help me get to my ship, I can promise a bacta treatment and a safe berth to heal."
They had been building a reputation for themselves, she and Ketsu, and the credits were adding up. Soon, they'd likely be able to get a better ship than the pile of junk they were currently flying. There had been a few bits of friction between them. Instances when Sabine felt a helping hand didn't cost them anything. Small things. Like the time she'd tripped a thief who'd stolen a weary mother's credit purse, or another time when she'd "accidentally" deactivated the shock collars on a trio of slaves. Little things that felt right.
Little things that pissed off her partner, despite Ketsu turning each into some small profit. "Never do anything for free!" She'd always say to Sabine. "Credits are power. Credits give you control."
They always worked things out though. Sworn sisters, together against the galaxy and damn the Empire, they were going to end up on top.
Then they'd taken the job.
A simple snatch and grab. Fly in at night, break into a storage facility, reclaim the client's cargo, and fly off scott-free.
But the storage facility had been too well staffed, by both guards and droids. None of which was in the intel the client had given them. Things turned pear shaped quickly, and not in the entertaining way. With no warning everything was lights and alarms. They were running, escape just two shipping crates away, now through the window, a leap and...she'd felt the burn of a blaster and her legs went numb. She was falling and her last sight of Ketsu was her running along the roof and shaking her head.
Her sworn sister running and leaving her behind.
She woke some time later. She wasn't sure how long. Some feeling had returned to her legs and she picked herself up. She could hear a several search parties coming her way but she could barely stand, let alone run. Gritting her teeth, she strapped herself to a nearby support column. If this was going to be her end, she'd face it standing and fighting, like a Mandalorian. Her vision went double as she secured the strap and she had to blink a few times. And shake her head. It was getting hard to focus. Damn it, nerflings, get here already, she thought, before I pass out again.
"You look like you've seen better days," a male voice said, interrupting her thoughts. Panicked, she aimed her blaster at...well, the middle one is likely to be the actual guy. He was tall and lanky; long hair and scruffy clothes in earth tones. He also held a blaster but was aiming it away from her. "I can patch you up. I've some medical supplies. Mostly field stuff but if you can fire those blasters and help me get to my ship, I can promise a bacta treatment and a safe berth to heal."
"Don't have many credits," she admits through her helmet's intercom.
"Hey, just get me to my ship and we'll call it square. I'm pinned here just like you and I'd rather live than go out in a blaze of glory."