The Purge

Sabine returned from her routine morning patrol of Lothal’s Capital City to an emergency alert beeping on her comm channel. It was about an hour old so she answered it immediately. Bo Katan’s faced bloomed to life on the holo. She looked like she was in the midst of a battle.

“Sabine!” She shouted, “If you’re receiving this, we need backup immediately. The Empire is here. They came out of nowhere… ha!,” she rolled and dodged bullet before continuing, “There’s too many of them, hundreds of ships…please, you’re our only hope.”

Sabine’s knees buckled. Her worst nightmares were coming to life. Ever since she’d made the decision to stay on Lothal, away from all the action, she’d been afraid that one day the Empire would attack her friends ore her planet and she’d be too far away to help.

She pulled herself together and called Ryder to request for a ship. Within minutes, she was speeding away, back home. She had informed Bo Katan that she was on her way but didn’t receive a response. She had no idea what she was walking into but that hardly mattered. She knew the Empire must have had a blockade outside the hyperspace lane so she’d have to exit in the adjacent system and fly sub light from there so she could enter from the far side of the planet, behind one of the moons. It would take longer but she would never make it through the blockade. She was good, but not that good.

When she arrived at the planet she glimpsed the armada the empire had brought and she almost considered turning back. It looked like their entire fleet. She had no idea where the fighting was concentrated but she headed for the capital and hoped for the best. She tried to alert her friends that she was coming but she nearly got shot down anyways. “Typical…” she muttered as she found a safe place to land.

She leaped off her ship, lightsaber raised and guns blazing. There were explosions all around her, every class of Imperial trooper raining fire upon them. Fortunately she spotted no civilians around, only armour clad warriors. She chose to believe that that meant all the civilians had either escaped or were in hiding and weren’t dead or captured.

She flew around, searching for anyone in blue: the members of clan Kryze. She flew over one of the banks and finally spotted 3 of their warriors being cornered there. She took out the imps with little trouble from her high vantage point and landed to greet them. They removed their helmets and thanked her as she asked, “Where is Lady Bo Katan? I need to speak with her.”

A grim look passed between them, “we’ll take you to her, you’re Sabine Wren aren’t you?”

Sabine nodded and they took off.

They spotted Bo leading the rest of Clan Kryze in a skirmish outside the throne room.

“Bo!” Sabine shouted.

“Sabine! Thank gods you’re here.”Bo screamed back as she dealt with the last of the imperials she was fighting.

“What in blazes is going on?”

“I wish I knew…”

“Alright, what are our defences looking like?”

“Depleted, but we’re still fighting. The General or Moff who’s leading this attack hasn’t shown himself yet but he clearly knows what he’s doing. Your mother is leading 2 Clans just outside the city, Clan Eldar and Rook are protecting the factories, and the rest of us are here. If the Capital falls it’s all over.”

“Rao?” Sabine asked

“Leading the air strike. I hope he’s dong better than we are. Are any of your friends coming?”

“I sent them a message but they’re pretty busy, I wouldn’t count on it.”

“Dank Ferrik…alright.”

“So what’s our plan?”, Sabine inquired, “How do we get rid of them?”

Bo Katan sighed, “We survive.”

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Change

Nobody Likes change, do they?, Sabine thought to herself as she sat in her room aboard the ghost for the last time…

Ezra had said he was counting on her, and for the past week she’d been going crazy trying to figure out what for. But then it hit her, he wanted her to protect Lothal, the planet and people he cared for so much. And so she’d packed her things and told the crew she was moving out, and into Ezra’s old abandoned comm tower outside Capital City. She thought she was ready, but being on this ship, with these people, it had been the first time she’d felt at home in years…it was harder to say goodbye than she’d imagined.

For the past 2 days she’d been walking around the ship constantly: Drinking in every detail, holding onto every memory. Chopper thought she was going mad. He probably didn’t understand that she was leaving pretty much for good.

Every moment she wasn’t roaming the ship or hanging out with her friends she spent in her cabin. Spattered with every colour of paint she’d every owned, it was her greatest work of art. Her favourite canvas to paint over and over and over again. Sometimes she wished she could peel back the layers and see all her old works underneath. The best moments of her life had been immortalised on these walls, and they were the only things she wished she could take with her but couldn’t…and maybe also the nose gun turret…she and Ezra had both loved that spot.

Every hour she second guessed her decision. Was she not abandoning her crew? They’d already lost Kannen and Ezra, how could they lose her too? If she stayed she felt like she was betraying Ezra and if she left she felt like she was betraying the rest of them. Why did this always happen to her, everywhere she went? When she first left Mandalore, when she left the Imperial Academy, and now this. Her life was marked by constant change.

As a child she’d hated change and always tried to avoid it. She kept her routine the same, had the same friends, lived in the same place. Until she left for the academy. That had been the first real change, and from then on the change just hadn’t stopped. Only now did she realise that it was inevitable. She was leaving the Ghost, and that was it.

Lives change, times change, people change, opinions change, goals change, dreams change, or the whole galaxy changes. You just have to pick up and move on. What’s past is passed. She would hold on to the memories, learn from her experiences, and carry them forward with her. Who knew what awaited her in her new life on Lothal? She didn’t know, and she didn’t want to know, and that was ok.

“Change is the only constant”, she muttered to herself before bursting out laughing. She was starting to sound like a Jedi, that was never good

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A Mandalorian Jedi?

Sabine rocketed onto the landing above her and ignited Ezra’s lightsaber when she saw the squad of stormtroopers awaiting her.

“JEDI!”, they yelled immediately, “Call for reinforcements!”

“Dank Ferrik”, she muttered, and then yelled, “Do I look like a Jedi!!!??”

She allowed herself a moment to grumble before she flew off and cut them all down. She was getting tired of people mistaking her identity. Seriously, her armour was bright pink, and clearly Mandalorian. How stupid could they get? Thinking a Mandalorian could be a Jedi…Tar Vizla had been the first and the last. This never happened to her when she had the Darksaber did it?

She hung around to see if the Empire’s reinforcement were going to show up and when they did she needed backup of her own. She called the only people she knew: Ryder Azadi and his crew. He was officially the Governor of Lothal now (well, not appointed by Coruscant but as official as it could get) and was very busy, but he’d never hesitate to help out a friend. He’d responded cheerfully to her call and was there in minutes. Any trace of the Empire here was bad news since they’d blown up the Dome and sent Thrawn to who-knows-where, so he was interested in that too.

“Sabine!”, he greeted her with a big smile on his face. “At it again huh? I ought to hire you officially.”

She smiled back at him from under her helmet and then realised she was under her helmet so she took it off. “Talk later, look…”, she said as she pointed to the incoming Imperial forces.

“Holy Banthas”, he said under his breath, “I haven’t seen so many forces here in years, what the hell happened?”

Sabine sighed and ignited her lightsaber, “They thought I was a Jedi…again…”

Rider slapped his palm over his face and responded, “Can’t you just stop using that thing? You attract enough attention as it is…How are you still alive?”

Sabine laughed at that, “Firstly, did you just ask a Mandalorian to give up a weapon? And secondly, I’m alive because I have a lot of weapons…Let’s get to work.”

She threw her helmet back on and took off. A flying Mandalorian dressed in pink, with a flashy Jedi weapon, reigning death upon the Empire…Perfect 🙂

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