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Droids in Distress, epilog
17/1/18 16:56The mission was over, and while they didn't succeed in their primary goal--stealing a shipment of T-7 ion disruptor rifles from the Empire and reselling them to the black market--they did get a reward for returning those two droids, an astromech and a gold-plated protocol droid, to their owner. While not ideal, the reward was enough credits to keep the Ghost flying a little longer.
Now they were out in the Lothal grasslands, camping for the night. Hera going over needed supplies and how to make the credits spread thin enough to buy them, Kanan and Ezra were out in the shallow valley of two bluffs, while Zeb watched on from above on the hull of the Ghost. Sabine stood at the base of the ladder to the outer hull for a moment before stealing herself to climb and do what she had to.
Up top, it was clear Zeb wasn't watching the supposed jedi training, but was instead staring off into the horizon. Sabine knew that stare and knew she may not be wanted. Regardless, she had a duty, to herself and to her friend. Holding out a water ration as she sat, she looked over to catch Zeb's eye.
"I, uh, want to apologize for how I reacted to those disruptors. I...have a thing for weapons and sometimes forget the realities of their purpose."
Zeb looked up and reached for the water before her words hit him. Ears folding down, he looked away, pulling the water to rest between his hands. "It's alright. Not too many people know about those."
"No, it's not alright. You made it clear those weapons were bad and I ignored it."
"I said it was alright," Zeb growled, anger rising in his voice. "You didn't know the harm those weapons caused."
"Not those weapons, no."
"It's just hard," Zeb allowed, focus in the past and missing the implications of Sabine's words, "being alone."
She starts to answer but her voice catches in her throat, so she takes a sip of water. "I do. Not like you, but I'm alone too. I'm an exile. Practically clanless. I've got family, but I cant go back to them. I'm on my own now."
"You got family here." Zeb shoulder bumps her.
"So do you." She socks him on the shoulder and he even fakes that's it's a good hit this time.
Now they were out in the Lothal grasslands, camping for the night. Hera going over needed supplies and how to make the credits spread thin enough to buy them, Kanan and Ezra were out in the shallow valley of two bluffs, while Zeb watched on from above on the hull of the Ghost. Sabine stood at the base of the ladder to the outer hull for a moment before stealing herself to climb and do what she had to.
Up top, it was clear Zeb wasn't watching the supposed jedi training, but was instead staring off into the horizon. Sabine knew that stare and knew she may not be wanted. Regardless, she had a duty, to herself and to her friend. Holding out a water ration as she sat, she looked over to catch Zeb's eye.
"I, uh, want to apologize for how I reacted to those disruptors. I...have a thing for weapons and sometimes forget the realities of their purpose."
Zeb looked up and reached for the water before her words hit him. Ears folding down, he looked away, pulling the water to rest between his hands. "It's alright. Not too many people know about those."
"No, it's not alright. You made it clear those weapons were bad and I ignored it."
"I said it was alright," Zeb growled, anger rising in his voice. "You didn't know the harm those weapons caused."
"Not those weapons, no."
"It's just hard," Zeb allowed, focus in the past and missing the implications of Sabine's words, "being alone."
She starts to answer but her voice catches in her throat, so she takes a sip of water. "I do. Not like you, but I'm alone too. I'm an exile. Practically clanless. I've got family, but I cant go back to them. I'm on my own now."
"You got family here." Zeb shoulder bumps her.
"So do you." She socks him on the shoulder and he even fakes that's it's a good hit this time.
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