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explosive_artistSabine stood back and looked over her latest art piece; a pair of wookie arms whose shackles were being cut by a blade of green light. Everything would be different now. No matter how quiet or careful they acted, the Empire would come now, and with more than stormtroopers and ineffectual officers.
She had to admit, she felt a little thrill in her heart, much like the first time she'd painted anti-Imperial graffiti. She knew they weren't enough for a full scale assault on the Empire and if the Empire chose, they could snuff them out, but they defied the Empire. They existed and refused to fit into the Empire's narrow box. Kanan had declared himself. And they'd freed wookies in the process.
But the Empire would respond to this. She should set up a program to listen for Imperial mentions of jedi, as well as any new bounties in the area.
A sudden thump on her door, quickly followed by the voices of Zeb and the new kid, Ezra, arguing interrupted her thoughts and she frowned. As amusing as Zeb's frustration with the kid was, Sabine didn't know what to make of Ezra. He was annoying in his flirting, or whatever it was he thought he was doing. She was so not interested. He had proved inventive and useful, escaping from Imperial capture when Zeb had made the tough call of leaving him behind, but still...
She winced at her own stab of guilt at that. She'd voted to leave him behind, when the actual call was put to the vote, and she still felt that way...mostly. It was a tough call; risk family and the mission, or do the right thing and turn back to save him. Okay, maybe she wasn't sure about the call now. Too bad she didn't have anyone to talk it over with.
Would Kanan or Hera bring the vote up again? Did she screw up in her call? Karabast.
Ezra would've made the same call though, right? He was a street kid, through and through. She saw that when they brought the food rations to the people in the slums called Tarkin Town. He'd almost laughed at them giving away food. That is until one of the people thanked him.
Sabine recognized that look of shock on his face then. The idea that you could do something so simple for someone and make a difference.
Okay, maybe the kid deserved a chance. She got one after all, only fair to pass it along.
Sabine looked back up at her painted and sighed as she reached for the solvents. She loved this piece, but leaving it was too much a risk. As she destroyed her work, she thought of her next piece, a lasat pulling a leg out of a climate system's vent. Yeah.
She had to admit, she felt a little thrill in her heart, much like the first time she'd painted anti-Imperial graffiti. She knew they weren't enough for a full scale assault on the Empire and if the Empire chose, they could snuff them out, but they defied the Empire. They existed and refused to fit into the Empire's narrow box. Kanan had declared himself. And they'd freed wookies in the process.
But the Empire would respond to this. She should set up a program to listen for Imperial mentions of jedi, as well as any new bounties in the area.
A sudden thump on her door, quickly followed by the voices of Zeb and the new kid, Ezra, arguing interrupted her thoughts and she frowned. As amusing as Zeb's frustration with the kid was, Sabine didn't know what to make of Ezra. He was annoying in his flirting, or whatever it was he thought he was doing. She was so not interested. He had proved inventive and useful, escaping from Imperial capture when Zeb had made the tough call of leaving him behind, but still...
She winced at her own stab of guilt at that. She'd voted to leave him behind, when the actual call was put to the vote, and she still felt that way...mostly. It was a tough call; risk family and the mission, or do the right thing and turn back to save him. Okay, maybe she wasn't sure about the call now. Too bad she didn't have anyone to talk it over with.
Would Kanan or Hera bring the vote up again? Did she screw up in her call? Karabast.
Ezra would've made the same call though, right? He was a street kid, through and through. She saw that when they brought the food rations to the people in the slums called Tarkin Town. He'd almost laughed at them giving away food. That is until one of the people thanked him.
Sabine recognized that look of shock on his face then. The idea that you could do something so simple for someone and make a difference.
Okay, maybe the kid deserved a chance. She got one after all, only fair to pass it along.
Sabine looked back up at her painted and sighed as she reached for the solvents. She loved this piece, but leaving it was too much a risk. As she destroyed her work, she thought of her next piece, a lasat pulling a leg out of a climate system's vent. Yeah.
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