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Sabine hears Hera’s orders, which condemn Kanan to the Imperials, and can’t believe her ears. It’s not that the orders are wrong exactly–tactically they’re sound–but she never though Hera could be so disciplined.
Ezra freaks out, of course, and makes a scene as he nearly storms out of the galley. A large part of Sabine agrees with him, but she’s still conflicted. There has to be a reason for the order.
Soon after, Zeb mumbles some excuse and heads for the Phantom or the cargo bay, Sabine isn’t quite sure. Which leaves her alone with Hera, as Chopper seems to have made himself scarce as well.
Takes a steadying breath, she breaks the silence. “I take it the mission is important, then? More important that any of us?”
Ezra freaks out, of course, and makes a scene as he nearly storms out of the galley. A large part of Sabine agrees with him, but she’s still conflicted. There has to be a reason for the order.
Soon after, Zeb mumbles some excuse and heads for the Phantom or the cargo bay, Sabine isn’t quite sure. Which leaves her alone with Hera, as Chopper seems to have made himself scarce as well.
Takes a steadying breath, she breaks the silence. “I take it the mission is important, then? More important that any of us?”
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17/7/18 22:52 (UTC)Finally, regretfully, she says, "Yeah. Not like there's much choice in it, is there?" Her tone is back to being calm, as concession to the pain she knows Hera is feeling, but she grabs her helmet and stands. "I wanna run some diagnostics on my targeting system."
A transparent excuse if ever there was one, but she's not sure how long she can hold out and she doesn't want to crack in front of her captain. The thought causes an echo of concern--she should be Hera, not captain--but Sabine isn't in a place where she can think about that.
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17/7/18 23:27 (UTC)So she only nods, and answers, "All right."
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18/7/18 04:02 (UTC)When she gets to her quarters, Ezra is there waiting for her. He has that look on his face, the one that is ready to get in trouble.
She doesn't even stop, just opens her door and holds up a hand to silence him when he begins to speak, but pulling him in. Once the door closes, she hisses quietly, "If this is about Kanan, I'm in. If not, I am not in the mood."
Ezra gulps. "Actually..."