A/N: Chapter 2 is here. Quick note. My character will occasionally lapse into Mando'a during normal, everyday conversations, so translations will be provided at the end of each chapter.

Frontline: Thank you. I explain that as Ezra not really knowing anything about Mandalorians.

lilnightmare17: I will try to

The Ghost touched down on the surface of Lothal, in the middle of one of the vast plains that covered the planet's surface, amongst a cluster of mounds that reached up into the sky. The boarding ramp lowered and Hera and Kanan stepped out.

"Hera and I are going to meet with Vizago to get paid for that last job and to see if the intel he's promised us is worth anything. Try not to destroy the ship before we get back."

"Heh heh, no worries Kanan," Zeb replied, "I'll make sure that nothing goes wrong."

"No you won't," Hera replied, "Because I'm leaving Sabine in charge."

"What?" Zeb growled.

Hera smirked at him, "Unlike you or Ezra, Sabine doesn't have a tendency to break things that aren't supposed to be broken, get into unnecessary fights with Stormtroopers, or steal TIE fighters."

"Don't worry Hera," Sabine stood up from where she'd been slouching against the entrance to the Ghost, "I'll make sure the boys don't mess up your ship," She placed her hand on the orange dome of the astromech beside her, "Besides, if they start acting up, I'm sure Chopper'll be able to sort them out."

Chopper beeped happily in agreement.

"Just don't be too harsh on them." Hera laughed, "We should be back in a couple of hours, if you need us for whatever reason, you can raise us on the comms alright?"

"You got it."

"Ezra, try to remember what I taught you about the Force and continue your practice." Kanan spoke to his padawan.

"Maybe I could do some lightsaber practice?" The boy asked cheekily.

Kanan laughed, "I am not leaving my lightsaber unattended with you, we'd come back and you'd have sliced up the Ghost. Besides, you need to work on moving things with the Force before I let you loose with a lightsaber."

"Can't blame me for trying."

"I suppose not." Kanan turned to Sabine, "Let us know if that woman wakes up Sabine, see if you can find out anything about her."

Sabine nodded, "I'll comm you the minute she wakes up."

Hera and Kanan climbed onto the speeder bikes they had retrieved from the hold of the Ghost.

"Behave yourselves and we bring something back for you."

With that parting remark, the bikes hummed to life and Kanan and Hera sped off towards the co-ordinates of their rendezvous with the crime lord.

Sitting in the med-bay Sabine was engrossed in studying the armour worn by her fellow Mandalorian. It was similar in style to her own, but covered much more of the body and was much heavier. She was of course, far more interested in the designs that covered the armour than what it was made of. The designs on a Mando'ad's armour could often tell you a lot about their wearer. Some were obvious; The Mandalorian crest on the faceplate of the helmet, the Darkstar Covenant emblem on the right pauldron. Some were confusing, such as the three uneven lines running diagonally from the right shoulder. As for the markings down the left arm, well, if this woman really had killed as many Stormtroopers as that tally chart appeared to claim, then she was almost definitely Covenant.

One detail however, that was noticeably absent, was a clan sigil, it was fairly rare for a Mandalorian not to display some sort of marking that would identify their clan, Sabine's marking took the form of a small bird-like shape on the left chestplate of her armour, the same symbol she used to sign her artwork and attacks on the Empire.

The colours told a story of their own as well, black and gold, justice and vengeance. Not two colours that were usually used together on armour as vengeance usually got in the way of justice, or vice versa depending on your perspective.

A noise from outside the med-bay drew Sabine's attention, she returned the armour to its storage and ventured out, closing the door behind her.

"Ezra, Zeb, if you two are messing around out here, I'm not going to be happy."

She opened one of the doors, all her brain was able to register was the white armour of Imperial Stormtroopers and the sound of a stun blast before everything went black.

"Surrender quietly, rebel scum, or we execute your friend!"

The barked command echoed around the Ghost, reaching both Ezra and Zeb at roughly the same time.

"Karrabast! How did the Imperials get the drop on us?"

"Never mind that, didn't you hear him? They've got Sabine!"

"Calm yourself kid, they claim they've got her. Could be lying." Zeb clearly didn't believe this himself, and it showed in his voice.

The Stormtrooper shouted again, "This is your last chance rebels, come out quietly or your friend dies!"

"We can't let them kill her!"

"Kid, don't just go out there, we need a plan. Send word to Hera and Kanan that we need help."

It was as though the Stormtrooper had read Zeb's mind, "Don't bother trying to radio your friends, we have jammed all communications from your vessel!"

"Damn it! I guess we've got no choice kid, surrender, or Sabine dies."

"Don't worry, I'm sure Kanan'll think of something."

The two rebels stepped out of the Ghost and found themselves staring down the muzzles of an entire platoon of Imperial Stormtroopers. They were quickly pounced on and forced to the ground by two troopers each whilst a third attached plasma cuffs to their wrists. Thus bound, they were manhandled into the waiting transport vessels.

"Sergeant, take your your squad and search the vessel for any other rebels that might be hiding on board."

The trooper that had been gestured to saluted and entered the Ghost, shortly followed by seven others. They were on board the ship for a full ten minutes before they returned.

"No one else on board sir, just some cranky astromech that we put down sir."

"Very good sergeant. Men, move out!"

The troopers climbed aboard the transport and their speeders and the small convoy set off across the plains, in completely the opposite direction that Hera and Kanan had taken.

Ezra's mind was running quickly, how had the Imperials known where to find them? Had they really taken Chopper out? Was Sabine okay? Would Hera and Kanan be able to find them? And how on Lothal had the Stormtroopers missed the unconscious Mandalorian in the med-bay? Unless- unless she wasn't unconscious any more? Then where would she be hiding? Ezra grinned as he realised the answer to his own question – the air vents!

"What you grinning 'bout Ezra? In case you hadn't noticed, we've been captured."
"And in case you hadn't noticed Zeb," Ezra whispered, "They missed the Mando."

"Yeah, fat lot of good that's gonna do us, the Imperials managed to miss someone who is completely unaffiliated with us and will probably hightail it with the Ghost as soon as they can."

Slightly sobered by the Lasat's grim assessment of the situation, Ezra lay back against the side of the moving vehicle as it sped off across the plain.

"-most got it." Chopper felt a surge of power through his circuits as one by one, most of his systems came back on line. He let off a burst of electricity through his electroshock probe just as his optical sensors came back online and he registered that the figure in front of him did not wear the white armour of the Empire.

"You ungrateful little bolt-bucket," The figure snarled at him, "I fix you up and this is how you repay me?"

Chopper ripped off a volley of mechanical beeps and whistles in repsonse, something that the figure didn't understand. "Haar'chak, a kriffing astromech. Do you know where my gear is?"

Chopper scanned his memory banks, and set off towards the med-bay, organic in tow. Once in the bay he indicated the storage under the bunks. The figure yanked the drawers open and quickly began strapping the various plates and segments onto parts of her body. The pistols went into twin hip holsters, the rifle slung across the back of the jetpack by means of a bandoleer. Finally, the helmet covered the woman's head, completing the image of a Mandalorian warrior. Had Chopper been an organic lifeform, possessed of the nervous systems necessary to feel fear, he would probably have shivered at the fearsome sight of a fully armed and armoured Mandalorian. The woman than proceeded to scour the rest of the ship, grabbing Zeb's bo-staff, Sabine's blasters, and after some prompting from Chopper, Ezra's slingshot, slinging the staff across her shoulders and stuffing the rest into a bag strapped to her hip.

"Okay, droid, I'm going after your friends, you should probably contact anyone else who might care." Chopper watched the woman run off across the plains, following after the Imperial soldiers.

"Come one Vizago, we brought you your shipment, now where's this intel you promised us?" Kanan was getting bored of the crime lord's conversation which didn't really seem to be going anywhere. Anything Vizago was about to say on the subject was cut off by an insistent beeping from Hera's comms device.

"Sorry guys, I need to take this." Hera unclipped the beeping object from her belt. "Spectre two here, Sabine, what is it?"

Instead of Sabine's voice, Hera instead received a series of insistent beeps and whistles, "Chopper? Why are you on the comms? Where's Sabine?" More beeping.

"They were captured by Stormtroopers!"

Kanan stood up abruptly, "What was that?"

"Chopper said that Sabine, Zeb and Ezra were captured by the Empire," More beeping, "And that our injured Mandalorian friend managed to evade capture and has set out after them on a rescue mission."

"We've got to go after them."

"By all means, go." Vizago drawled as they left, "My intel will not be going anywhere, I'll be right here waiting for you to come back."

"Why did we have to bring these guys in alive?"

"I heard it was because one of them's the child of someone high up in the Empire."

"That's ridiculous, why would one of the high ups in the Empire have a child out here in the Outer Rim involved in a rebellion?"

"Hey, I'm just telling you what I've heard-"

"Quiet back there!"

"Yes sergeant!" The troopers replied.

"These rebels aren't the big catch anyway, they're being taken in for questioning on the location of their friends and who's in charge of their operation."

When Sabine finally came round it was in a solitary cell in an Imperial holding facility. Her armour and clothing had been taken from her, replaced with an orange prison-issue jumpsuit with a prisoner number stencilled over the left breast. Groggy and disorientated, she attempted to open the door, not fully realising where she was and the futility of her action. As she began to return to her senses she became aware of voices on the other side of the door.

"Did the Lasat say anything?"

"How am I supposed to know? Do I look like they tell me anything!"

"I was just asking."

"If the Lasat had broken, we'd have been given orders to terminate the prisoners. We haven't, so it hasn't."

"Are we sure the Lasat is the one that knows anything? I mean, who'd trust a filthy animal like that?"

"It's either an animal, or some kids."

"Fair point."
A pause.

"How do you break a Lasat?"

"Apparently the Commandant's bringing in some ISB agents with experience in 'extracting critical information from uncooperative individuals.'"

"So... torture?"

"Yeah got to be hasn't it."

"ISB agents are nasty buggers."

"If that ain't the truth, I don't know what is. I'm glad that I'm not an 'uncooperative individual.'"

The other trooper laughed. "I almost feel sorry for the kids."

Haar'chak: Essentially 'Damn it'

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