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explosive_artist It's been two rotations and three missions, and she is starting to realize she's kidding herself if she thinks she's going to leave. The crew of the Ghost worked well together and she fits in as if she's been training with them for months.
Zeb, the lasat, was gruff at first but when she noticed his bo riffle and was clearly impressed by its capabilities, speaking from clear knowledge of the weapon, he warned up enough that he let her rig a fresh power cell from her stores for the weapon.
Kanan, the scruffy guy, was already friendly, but then he was friendly to everyone. She did get a cautious and protective vibe from him, but he didn't try and keep her from playing an active role in the missions, so she put up with him.
Hera, the pilot, still keep her at arms length, but Sabine was pretty sure it was to be the voice of logic and not any sort of malice or mistrust.
Which left Chopper, the droid. An older model astromech, older even R2 units, his circuits seemed half-fried. But when she noticed one of his servos was off-true and fixed it, she knew she'd won him over...well, as much as anyone could win over the cranky droid.
Clearly she could make a home here. But did she want to? She still wasn't quite sure of what it was they did. Each mission started as the typical illicit job, thieving or smuggling, but they always seemed to end up helping someone and always to the cost of the Empire.
"A few days was too short to tell for certainty," a voice inside said. A voice that sounded far too much like Ketsu. "You should clear off now before things got more complicated."
What does your heart fight for? She heard then, Kanan's words. She didn't quite know what she fought for any more. Credits? She knew that answer wasn't the right one. To stick it to the Empire? Somewhat. It certainly was a good thing in her view, but not the root of her heart. Looking deep, she saw the faces of the people she'd helped while working with Ketsu. Not the Hutt's or other crime lords who hired them, but the people she helped for no reason than that she could.
Smiling, she took a deep breath and looked around the cabin Hera had given her to use. She'd have to paint it soon. Too dull in here and if it was going to be home, it desperately needed colors. And a work bench.
Zeb, the lasat, was gruff at first but when she noticed his bo riffle and was clearly impressed by its capabilities, speaking from clear knowledge of the weapon, he warned up enough that he let her rig a fresh power cell from her stores for the weapon.
Kanan, the scruffy guy, was already friendly, but then he was friendly to everyone. She did get a cautious and protective vibe from him, but he didn't try and keep her from playing an active role in the missions, so she put up with him.
Hera, the pilot, still keep her at arms length, but Sabine was pretty sure it was to be the voice of logic and not any sort of malice or mistrust.
Which left Chopper, the droid. An older model astromech, older even R2 units, his circuits seemed half-fried. But when she noticed one of his servos was off-true and fixed it, she knew she'd won him over...well, as much as anyone could win over the cranky droid.
Clearly she could make a home here. But did she want to? She still wasn't quite sure of what it was they did. Each mission started as the typical illicit job, thieving or smuggling, but they always seemed to end up helping someone and always to the cost of the Empire.
"A few days was too short to tell for certainty," a voice inside said. A voice that sounded far too much like Ketsu. "You should clear off now before things got more complicated."
What does your heart fight for? She heard then, Kanan's words. She didn't quite know what she fought for any more. Credits? She knew that answer wasn't the right one. To stick it to the Empire? Somewhat. It certainly was a good thing in her view, but not the root of her heart. Looking deep, she saw the faces of the people she'd helped while working with Ketsu. Not the Hutt's or other crime lords who hired them, but the people she helped for no reason than that she could.
Smiling, she took a deep breath and looked around the cabin Hera had given her to use. She'd have to paint it soon. Too dull in here and if it was going to be home, it desperately needed colors. And a work bench.
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