Аннотация: Есть мимолетные моменты, которые разделяют Шина и Сабину, прежде чем они застрянут на планете, разлучившись...???
Challenges
Vedi
Summary:
There are fleeting moments Shin and Sabine share before they are stuck on a planet, apart.
Then there are the challenges that arise after when they meet again.
Navigating the dangers of Peridea, Shin and Sabine confront their complex emotions and an unexpected bond that they can no longer ignore.
Notes:
I began writing this since episode 4 and took some liberties about what occurred. The finale was perfect imo and my midterms can't seem to stop me from writing more. I'm not well-versed in Star Wars lore but I hope you enjoy anyway.
Chapter 1: The Eye
Chapter Text
Taking a deep breath, Shin leaned back against the cool stone wall, her lips pressed into a thin line.
Baylan, towering nearly a foot over her, squared his shoulders. "Shin," he began, his voice laced with authority. "I gave her my word."
"And?" she countered, her fingers casually caressing the hilt of her saber.
He sighed, adjusting his heavy cloak, eyes resting on his younger apprentice. "And our duty is to keep her safe," he said softly.
Shin"s eyes darted to the end of the hallway, where a sturdy locked door stood. Behind it was their captive, Sabine Wren. Despite the bindings they'd placed on the Mandalorian, a nagging worry gnawed at Shin, questioning the adequacy of their measures. Perhaps nothing would ever truly restrain someone like Sabine, but for now, the door would have to suffice.
In the beginning, incessant pounding resonated through the corridor, the sounds reverberating in Shin's ears. It served as an abrasive reminder of the tumultuous events of the past days. Visions of fierce battles, high-stakes dogfights, enigmatic encounters, and the uncertainties of a new galaxy constantly swirled in Shin's thoughts.
With a slight tilt of her head, Shin blinked slowly, granting her master a brief, tight-lipped smile. "Very well," she conceded through gritted teeth.
Baylan's gaze traveled down the corridor, his eyebrows arching slightly as the banging grew louder, interspersed with muffled expletives. He could palpably feel the cocktail of fear and anger emanating from the captive.
"Attend to her," Baylan directed.
Shin's posture stiffened, her fingers gliding over the sleek hilt of her saber. "Sounds like a task for a droid," she retorted under her breath.
Baylan fixed her with an icy stare. "I didn"t ask a droid. I"m asking you."
She met his unwavering gaze, the steel in his eyes reflecting his resolve. The aura surrounding her Master could be oppressive, even overwhelming. But she knew him well. He possessed a duality - he could be both a nurturing guide and an uncompromising teacher, exacting in his demands. Resigned, Shin pivoted gracefully, moving towards the source of the disturbance.
Baylan's voice dropped to a whisper, a note of urgency coloring his words. "Elsbeth is not to be trusted, Shin," he cautioned. "Always be on guard. Sabine Wren might be our captive, but she's not our biggest concern."
Acknowledging him with a brief nod, Shin proceeded down the dimly lit corridor.
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The moment the door slid open, a ceramic cup whizzed past, narrowly missing Shin's face. She deftly sidestepped the projectile, her eyes following its trajectory until it shattered on the ground. With a hiss, the door sealed behind her, and almost instantly, another piece of dishware came flying in her direction. This room was turning into a debris field.
Without missing a beat, Shin employed her powers to immobilize Sabine, preventing her from grabbing any other makeshift projectiles. The ease with which Sabine was subdued was disconcerting. It felt as if, perhaps, she wanted to be restrained. But Shin quickly pushed that unsettling thought to the back of her mind.
Addressing the flustered captive, Shin began, "Baylan wanted me to check if you required anything." She cast a fleeting glance at Sabine, who was now seated, her face flushed a deep shade of pink, her breathing ragged. The room was bathed in a subdued light, cluttered with various discarded items, and a meager cot pushed to one corner.
Sabine let out a derisive snort, her lips fluttering in exaggerated fashion before she sent a disdainful kick towards a shard of the broken mug. "Baylan sent you?" she questioned, a hint of mockery in her tone.
"Indeed," Shin responded coolly.
Sabine ran fingers through her cropped hair, her fiery gaze fixed on Shin. "What I need is to be rid of this ugly scar, courtesy of your blade," she began pointedly, her voice dripping with sarcasm. The comment immediately drew Shin's focus, the weight of the statement landing heavily between them.
Sabine continued, her tone playfully mocking, "I need my communication tower back in working order. I absolutely neeeed another chance to show you up in a dogfight. Oh, and perhaps I'll consider using pocket sand next time, just to see that surprised look on your face."
A rush of heat surged through Shin, her jaw clenching involuntarily. The sly smirk that danced on Sabine's lips didn't help either. It was as if the Mandalorian was enjoying pressing every single one of her buttons, the warmth rising to Shin's cheeks testament to that fact.
The captive, now donning a full grin, raised her bound hands. "These need to come off," she added.
Shin shot a wary glance at the restraints, her back pressing against the door. She mused silently: Sabine might be skilled, but she had no force abilities. Escape was implausible. If, by some miracle, she managed to break free, what then? Sabine would be no match for the likes of Baylan or Morgan. Moreover, the ship was hurtling through space at light speed - stepping outside wasn"t an option.
And, if all else failed, there stood one final and insurmountable obstacle: Shin Hati herself.
Raising her hand, Shin extended two fingers, making a delicate gesture in the air. With a soft metallic sound, the restraints slipped from Sabine"s wrists, clinking together as they hit the cold floor.
Sabine flexed her wrists, alleviating the numbness, and then clenched her hands into tight fists. She rose with an air of defiance, hands resting on her hips, her gaze piercing Shin who maintained a guarded stance by the door.
"Promise me no more surprise rockets in the future," Shin cautioned.
"Scared of a little fireworks?" Sabine countered, her voice dripping with derision. "It"s not like I have my weapons."
A reluctant grin crept onto Shin's face. "In the midst of intergalactic travel? Preferably not," she replied, the hint of amusement evident.
Sabine made a dismissive sound, clicking her tongue, before dramatically flopping back into her seat. "I can't stand you," she declared with a petulant edge.
"The feeling's mutual," Shin retorted, easing her stance but still leaning against the door. She positioned herself strategically, far enough to be safe from any sudden lunges or airborne objects. Sabine was a constant headache. The graffiti-styled designs on her armor, her rebelliously short hair, and her rather rudimentary lightsaber skills. Shin mentally scoffed. Sabine should consider herself fortunate that Shin even bothered to engage.
"Do you always follow your Master's orders?" Sabine probed, her eyebrow quirked in a mixture of disdain and genuine curiosity.
"And do you always have a knack for disregarding yours?" Shin shot back, her voice sharp as a blade. She let her gaze wander to Sabine for a brief moment, then shifted her attention to the counter laden with an array of fruits and light refreshments. With an effortless gesture, a meiloorun fruit levitated toward her. Shin caught it, neatly slicing off its skin.
Sabine's gaze softened for a fleeting moment. "Your Master sent mine to her demise," she murmured, a tremor in her voice. "So, I don"t have anyone's orders to defy anymore."
The biting sound of Shin tearing into the fruit ceased, and she paused, her face a mixture of surprise and contemplation. The dense silence that fell between them was almost tangible. Slowly, Shin detached herself from the door's support and approached the counter. Gathering an assortment of provisions onto a plate, she moved with quiet determination toward Sabine, offering the assortment.
"You need sustenance," Shin stated simply, her voice devoid of earlier animosity.
Sabine huffed as she begrudgingly took the plate, "Some prison this is," she muttered sarcastically, casting a disparaging look around the dimly lit room. "No scenic view, clutter all around, and an ambiance that's suffocating." Despite her words, she bit into a piece of bread, her hunger evident.
"You have an abundance of words for someone in your situation," Shin remarked, taking up her position by the door once more. "Perhaps if you spent more time in quiet reflection, the Force might be within your grasp."
Sabine let out a hearty laugh, the sound echoing slightly in the dimly lit room. She popped a few blumfruits into her mouth, savoring the taste before wiping her lips with the back of her hand. "You"re nothing more than a Padawan yourself," she chided. "What makes you such an expert?"
Shin"s eyes flashed, her posture straightening even more. "Because, unlike you, I have tapped into its power," she retorted.
Sabine rolled her eyes. "Oh, right. To perform juvenile acts like choking me. How... enlightened."
"You initiated our encounters," Shin fired back, her tone icy. "You were the first to shoot blasters on Seatos, the first to ignite your saber by the comm tower. And you call me childish?"
Sabine smirked, her eyes gleaming with mischief. "Absolutely."
Shin's nostrils flared, recalling their previous clashes. "And you thought launching rockets at me was a mature response?"
Sabine simply shrugged, an insolent grin playing on her lips. "Why not?"
Shin exhaled in exasperation, her patience clearly waning. "You'll never comprehend the true essence of the Force... Anything else you require before I depart?"
Sabine's gaze twinkled. "Your lightsaber, perhaps?" she suggested playfully before pausing. "Going somewhere?"
Without another word, Shin's face hardened, and she exited the cabin, leaving the sound of Sabine's light-hearted chuckles in her wake.
Challenges
Vedi
Chapter 2: Another Cell
Notes:
So happy many of you enjoyed the first chapter. I truly appreciate the comments, kudos and anyone reading.
(See the end of the chapter for more notes.)
Chapter Text
Sabine stretched her neck with a sigh, rolling her eyes skyward. Yet again, she found herself trapped in a prison cell. Archaic and indomitable. Peridea's air was a heavy cocktail of decay and desolation, a relentless grip of despair that choked her with every breath. Images of Ahsoka, taken down by Baylan off a cliff, replayed in her mind, causing a knot of anguish to tighten in her belly, almost causing her to double over.
She kicked a stray pebble in frustration, then settled her gaze on the massive door ahead. "Stupid, Baylan," she muttered under her breath, adding, "And Elsbeth... Thrawn... Ugh, everyone's just-" Her words trailed off as the door rumbled and began its slow slide open.
"Everyone's just... stupid?" Shin questioned, her tone dripping with formality.
Sabine shot her a sarcastic look, her eyes darting past Shin as if calculating a potential escape route. But then again, where would she even go? This was unfamiliar terrain and, besides, she had Ezra to think about. "Definitely including you on the stupid list," she retorted, her gaze lazily scanning Shin's face, wondering why they had to go through yet another tedious encounter.
With a dignified posture, hands clasped behind her back, Shin responded, "Given our current positions, I'd argue I'm not the one lacking in judgment."
A light chuckle escaped Sabine as she tousled her hair, taking a moment to truly look at Shin, the space between them filled with a lingering silence. "Your Master promised me," Sabine finally broke the pause.
Without missing a beat and echoing Sabine's previous movement, Shin offered a slight shrug. "I trust it will be addressed appropriately," she intoned. She had no interest in delving into the dealings with the Nightsisters above. To Shin, Witches were a menace, beings capable of neutralizing her cherished lightsaber and potent Force abilities. Their unpredictability made them a threat not to be underestimated.
Sabine's voice hardened, her gaze unwavering. "I need to find Ezra," she pressed, her tone coated with desperation.
A palpable silence settled between the two women, punctuated only by Shin's steady breathing. Clearly, the topic of Ezra Bridger was one she wished to avoid. Seeking to divert the conversation, she remarked, "Your hair, it's different. Why did you cut it?"