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oom: your voice is a weapon

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The mission is simple. Stall the cargo ship from take off until the specified time, just fifteen minutes, and then get out before the bucketheads come in force. Easy, especially when you have a Lasan's throwing arm.

Sabine checks her controls and their connection to the detinators before nodding over to Zeb, aka Specter Four across the way. He in turn looks over to the other alley to get Spector One's go ahead. The Imperials were in for an exciting night.

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"Heading to your level now." She's lost her firing lines anyway with the troopers beneath the ship and the pilot within. Now she's just a good target for the other troopers and that won't do.

She takes a moment to spot a path and then leaps from the roof to a tall stack of containers, do a hand rail, and finally to another stack of cargo to land in a roll, which she spins out of with her blasters hot.

Hey, it's not showing off if you can do it every time. Besides, the troopers were firing at her anyway. She holds her position for a few moments before slowing giving way; heading towards the alley behind her.

"We're down to thirty seconds."

"Spectre-4, break and run."

It's going to be a slow trickle of them out of here, to give the illusion that they're still trying to get the troopers off the ship.

Which means --

"5, get to my position!"

"Copy that," Zeb replies, firing a few more blasts before seeming to be driven back. "Meet you are the rendezvous."

"I copy, Specter-1. Closing in on your position." Coming in hot, she spins every other meter to keep the pursuit from getting too close and personal. After the first block, she pulls ahead by a good margin, better armor design and all that, and by the time she's running past Kanan, they're a block and a half behind and getting farther away as they take cover from Kanan's fire.

Sabine keeps running, assuming she's following the original plan, and another block later, she turns a corner, out of sight for a moment.

Kanan exhales as he slows his own run past the position down which Spectre-5 vanished. Not again.

"Hey, 5, we're running here, not taking a break for lunch!"

He pauses and backtracks momentarily, readying his blaster to fire at any stormtroopers that should appear.

"Do we have a problem here?"

When he comes around the corner she's crouched down and rubbing at a wall.

"No problem, and we're good," she replies before raising her destination device and pressing the switch. Multiple explosions rock the night and 'Troopers immediately call out in confusion.

(The comms as well, if you happen to have a tap.)

"You've asked me, before, why I had to paint every site we visited. For years the Empire told me what to say and paint. Never listened to what I had to say. It was their way and nothing else. I learned how they controlled and dominated through propaganda. Among other things."

As she talks, she's making a quick addition to the graffiti already there. Just a small caricature of her helmet. "When I got out, I promised myself I'd never keep quite. I'd make sure they knew I was still out there and they hadn't silenced me."

"Silly and selfish, I know. But look here." She stands to move away and give Kanan a clear view of the graffiti, which is obviously not her style. "It's paying off, in ways I never hoped would happen. You won't act out against something if you're too afraid so speak out, however you can."

"Someone else is speaking out."

"Does Spectre-2 know about this?"

If not, Sabine should probably tell her. It's definitely something Hera would appreciate, maybe better than Kanan can.

"I guess I wouldn't call it selfish."

He reaches out to rest his hand on her shoulder in approbation, just for a second.

"But we can have excited talks about philosophy and your success somewhere that's not about to be overrun by stormtroopers, okay?"

And the hand on her shoulder becomes a light shove to get her moving again, with Kanan following along straight after.

"It'll save on bacta!"

"Can't waste bacta now can we?" Sabine relies, a smile clear in her voice as she stands and sets to leave. "I haven't really talked with Specter-2 about it but you're right, I should. How about I give the mission report when we get back?"

"Pretty sure 4's not going to fight you for it," Kanan says, with a tiny smirk. "And neither am I."

Plus it's good practice for the day when Sabine inevitably runs her own missions.

(They grow up so fast!)

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