Howdy folks! Specter7 here. I know it's been awhile but I am here with a brand new chapter from an episode most of you loved... "Imperial Supercommandos." So, as you people can tell, I love Sabine, which is why so many of my stories revolve around her. But what about you guys? If I were to write another chapter in Star Wars Rebels: Memories about a character of your choice in any moment from the show, which would it be? Review about it and I might even write your favorite moment in the next chapter!

Season 3: Episode 6- Imperial Supercommandos

"Sabine's Family"

"Ezra… I'll be right behind you."

-Kanan Jarrus, before being captured and tortured by the Grand Inquisitor.

"Minister, get to the shuttle! We'll be right behind you."

-Ezra Bridger, before unknowingly sending Minister Tua to her death.

"Just go! …I'll be right behind you."

-Hera Syndulla to Sabine, before being shot down and nearly killed.

"Say it."

Sabine glared up at Gar Saxon, her mind racing. She was kneeling on the ground and had her hands splayed in front of her, her blasters on either side.

Sabine had gotten herself and Ezra into another fine mess, giving Fenn Rau get-away vehicle duty. Of course, the deceitful Mandalorian had left them on one of Concord Dawn's moons, abandoning them to the wrath of Gar Saxon. Kriffing Rau, Sabine cursed silently. Kriffing Saxon. Kriff all old men for the love of the manda! Why do I keep trusting people?

Sabine was silently debating this as she looked up into Saxon's glassy visor, the weak light bouncing off it.

"Say it."

The words brought her back to the present, and Sabine pursed her lips, her heart pounding violently in her chest at the prospect of a would-be firefight.

Saxon wanted her to swear allegiance to the Empire. And with his blaster trained on her, his finger on the trigger, the armored man wouldn't take no for an answer.

"I swear," Sabine said slowly, faking meekness. "…That you're a fool!" She whirled around, adrenaline racing through her body, and shouted, "Chopper, now!"

The trusty droid warbled a consent and sent feedback through Sabine's helmet to Frequency 337, just as planned. Immediately, the Imperial Mandalorians screamed in sporadic unison as a high-pitched technological screech emitted from their helmets.

Sabine backed away from the Imps', holstering her blasters. Her mind was racing as Chopper tossed her helmet to her, and Sabine silenced the feedback as she slipped it on.

We gotta go, Sabine thought to herself as she grabbed Ezra and checked her gauntlets.

"Whoa!" Ezra squeaked as she pulled him close, and Sabine was glad she was wearing a helmet to hide her cheeky grin.

"Hang on!" Sabine hollered, her fingers tightening on Ezra's orange sweater as she fired up her jetpack.

"WHOA!" Ezra screamed again as they catapulted into the air, Sabine's jetpack spitting out smoke.

Sabine was holding onto Ezra, but the teen was downright clinging to her. She was close enough to Ezra to hear his panicked breathing as he scrambled for a tighter hold on her as they flew across dusky night sky.

"So," Ezra panted as he hugged her neck, "what's your strategy for this?"

"There must be a ship nearby," Sabine said, trying to reason with herself as well as Ezra. "Chopper," she ordered, "find it."

The rusty droid, who was flying alongside of them, beeped a consent and extended a satellite dish from his flat-topped head.

"Make it quick, Chop," Sabine heard Ezra quip as they both looked at the incoming Imperial Mandalorians. "Her evil cousins are coming!"

Sabine's heart was racing. Saxon and his men were getting closer…

"Can you fly any faster than this?" Ezra burst.

Sabine gritted her teeth and immediately angled herself downwards and they swooped into a large, twisting canyon. Sabine struggled to keep Ezra aloft as they made the quick turns.

PEW! PEW! PEW!

Sabine flinched as blasts rained down on them from behind. Karabast, Sabine cursed mentally. Saxon and his goons were shooting at them!

Suddenly, a bolt found its mark and struck Sabine's holstered blaster. The force from the shot made Sabine recoil involuntarily, and she lost her grip on Ezra.

Sabine almost lost him. But just before the teen could be completely airborne and drop into the canyon's chasm, Sabine lashed out a hand and grabbed Ezra's.

She ground her teeth, her arm giving a moan of pain at the young man's weight. Karabast, Sabine cursed silently, when did he get this heavy?

Sabine looked down at him through her helmet's visor, seeing his wide eyes. As lasers rained down around them, Sabine growled to Ezra, "How 'bout a little help?"

The Padawan immediately ignited his lightsaber and began to deflect the incoming blasts.

Sabine focused on flying as Ezra protected her from behind. The ship has to be somewhere, Sabine thought to herself. Glancing from the corner of her visor at Chopper, Sabine grimly noted that the droid hadn't located the Imperial ship yet.

If we don't find something to escape in soon…

Sabine didn't let her mind wander that far. Turning around a sharp bend, Sabine grabbed Ezra's hand with both of her own. We can make it, Sabine reasoned with herself. We have to.

"Too low!" Ezra screeched suddenly. "Too low!"

Sabine realized that the teen's feet were skimming the water at the bottom of the canyon and she jerked up, Ezra kicking off the rocky wall.

PEW!

Sabine ducked involuntarily as a blast hit the canyon wall near them. It was one of the Imperial Mandalorians. He was coming up on their side, blaster blazing. Ezra suddenly let go of her hands and Sabine watched the teen drop onto one of the canyon's outcroppings, before instantly launching himself in the air again.

Sabine smiled to herself as Ezra jumped on the Imperial Mandalorian's back, his lightsaber ignited, and sliced the man's jetpack.

Sabine looked ahead and instantly slowed. There was a huge rocky wall up ahead, and if Ezra didn't stop he would slam right into it. Speeding up again, Sabine flew strait for the wall and alighted on it in a gravity-defying moment.

Springing off, Sabine rocketed back towards Ezra and scooped him off the Imperial Mandalorian. She smiled underneath her helmet as the white-armored man slammed into the rocky canyon wall, knocked completely unconscious.

One down, Sabine thought to herself, three more to go.

Looking over her shoulder—which was a difficult task with Ezra clinging to her—Sabine saw two Imperial Supercommandos, not three.

"They're cutting us off," Sabine muttered to herself. She let go of Ezra with one arm and pulled three charges from her pouch. Sabine could see her icy determination reflected in Ezra's face as they flew forward and Sabine activated the bombs. The beeping grew more and more insistent and at the last second, Sabine threw the bombs near a tall spire in the canyon's chasm.

An echoing explosion rip-roared through the ravine, billowing black smoke to the heavens. Sabine heard the spire completely collapse on itself, buying them enough time to pull further away from the Imperial Supercommandos that were chasing them.

"Nice work back there," Ezra commended, giving Sabine a lopsided grin.

She didn't answer, but gripped the teen tighter as she made a tight bend along the twisting canyon walls.

Karabast.

The canyon opened into a huge pocket. Sabine and Ezra were sitting banthas in the vast, clear, open area.

PEW! PEW!

Ezra blocked the first barrage of blasts with his lightsaber, but the third laser found its mark.

Sabine was jolted as a blast of plasma struck her shin armor. Just like before, Sabine involuntarily let go of Ezra. But unlike before… she couldn't grab him in enough time.

"Sabine!" Ezra screamed as he fell, his hand outstretched.

Sabine reached for him, but the wind currents were pulling her upwards. Suddenly, Sabine watched as something blocked Ezra's fall.

…Chopper?

It was! Ezra had fallen right on top of the old rust bucket!

Chop beeped a barbed quip to the Padawan, who frustratedly raised his lightsaber to block another blast. "I know it was an accident!" Ezra snapped.

More lasers rained among Sabine and she turned around, her jetpack facing the ground, and fired several shots of her own. One of the white-armored Mandalorians fell to her blasts and dropped, his body buffered by the wind currents.

Two down, two to go.

Sabine ignored the gorgeous explosion when the Imperial Supercommando hit the ground, his jetpack imploding on itself. Her eyes were fixed under her helmet at Gar Saxon.

"Tell me we're close."

Ezra's strained voice brought her back to the present. "Chopper…" Sabine asked slowly.

The droid beeped back a nervously excited confirmation.

"It's just up ahead!" Sabine translated.

Ezra nodded at her and she watched him ready his lightsaber from where he was perched on Chopper. As all three of them made the finalizing bend, Sabine breathed a sigh of relief. The ship, Sabine thought to herself. We made it. They were here. They could escape!

PEW! PEWPEWPEW!

"Whoa!" Sabine heard Ezra yell as lasers erupted around them.

Several grazed Sabine's skin and at least one hit her jetpack in the madness. In a frantic attempt to escape the barrage, Sabine swerved… yet swerved right into Ezra.

The two were airborne and Sabine was losing control of her jetpack. Kriff, Sabine cursed as gravity took both of them down. Kriff, kriff, kriff!

The ground rose up to meet Sabine and she covered her helmet in a vain attempt to block the impact.

Pain.

Sabine let out a guttural scream as her body slammed into the ground and skipped—literally skipped, like rocks flung across a lake—along the dusty, dirt-packed ground. Sabine and Ezra rolled to a stop, moaning and gasping for air that wasn't there.

Sabine struggled to push herself up as she fumbled on the ground, left arm and shoulder screaming in pain. I think I broke something, Sabine reflected miserably, pressing her helmet into the ground. Maybe dislocated my shoulder. And bruised a bone or two.

She could absently hear what was left of the Imperial Mandalorians alight on the ground and she noticed her blasters, just several feet away. But before she could crawl to it, the traitorous Mando kicked it away, the blaster slipping off the edge of the cliff.

Sabine slowly stood and backed away from the man and Saxon, stepping closer to Ezra. She rotated her shoulder, wincing inwardly as she heard it pop sickeningly.

Karabast.

"Finish the boy," Gar Saxon ordered his last supercommando as he leveled his blaster at Sabine. "Wren… is mine."

Sabine clenched her hands into fists, getting ready for a fight, when a familiar voice broke in.

"Gar Saxon!" Fenn Rau announced from inside the Phantom II, which was descending before Sabine and Ezra. "Those kids, are under my protection."

"Rau!" Sabine heard Saxon snarl.

The two Imperial Mandalorians began to shoot at the Phantom II uselessly, and Rau responded by unleashing his own return fire.

Sabine and Ezra dashed away as red lasers reigned down around them from the hovering ship. Sabine watched as Fenn Rau brought the Phantom II around and opened its ramp.

Gotta escape, gotta escape, Sabine thought frantically, her heart racing. She and Ezra began to run and Chopper engaged his thrusters. They had to make it into the Phantom II. There was no other option.

"Go!" Sabine shouted to Ezra as her jetpack sputtered to life. "I'm right behind you!"

Ezra gave her a brief nod, before taking a flying leap onto the Phantom II 's open ramp. Suddenly, Sabine felt someone tackle her from behind and arms with a beskar-like grip clamp across her torso, pulling her down.

Sabine reached out a hand in vain as she heard Ezra call her name.

"Sabine!" the teen cried from where he laid on the Phantom II's open hatch.

Sabine wasted no time while being pinned to the ground by Saxon. Anger set a deep, broiling fire in her gut and Sabine let out a war cry, slamming her armored elbow into Saxon's helmet.

But the Imperial Mandalorian simply gripped Sabine tighter. She tried to scoot away from the man, her heart frantic in her chest.

"You're not going anywhere, traitor," Saxon spat. "I'll hand you over to the Empire myself!"

Sabine was sick of his monologue. She tugged a leg free of the man's grip and launched her foot right at his helmet. Gar Saxon was kicked off of her, and Sabine pushed herself up on her feet, every muscle aching in protest.

Attack is key, Sabine reflected, remembering her early combat training back before her Imperial days. Go on the offense, you have the advantage. Sit back, you die.

Sabine lashed out a sidekick and made connection with Saxon's red-painted helmet. The Imperial Viceroy brought up his blaster but Sabine kicked that too. Before he had a chance to point his weapon at her again, Sabine flew at him.

Saxon blocked her first attack, but Sabine merely swatted his hand away and punched the man with all her might right in his armored sternum.

Sabine's heart was racing as she continued to fight, all senses on high alert. In the back of her mind, Sabine noticed the Phantom II shoot down the other Imperial supercommando.

Three down, Sabine thought privately as she dodged Saxon's fist, one to go.

Suddenly, Sabine heard more blaster shots and then an awful groaning sound. What the— Sabine took her eyes off of her enemy for just a moment to see the Phantom II shoot down Saxon's ship, and the Mandalorian vessel explode spectacularly, sending a shower of debris around Sabine and Saxon.

The Imperial Viceroy's incoming fist brought Sabine back to reality and she ducked under the blow, same as the second and the third. Suddenly, Sabine saw her opening. She dodged Saxon's fourth punch and jumped on the man's back, quickly ripping out a key component in the man's jetpack.

Yes! Sabine thought victoriously, just as Saxon grabbed her off his shoulders and flung her away. Sabine winced as a spike of pain went up and down her already bruised ribs, but she smirked grimly underneath her helmet. She had incapacitated Saxon's jetpack; he couldn't escape, but Sabine could.

Cautiously standing to her feet again, Sabine raised her hands, palms open, ready to fight. Saxon threw a well-aimed fist at her with a grunt, and Sabine ducked under it. The Imperial Mandalorian instantly back kicked Sabine but she blocked it.

My turn, she growled mentally. The graffiti-armored Mandalorian circled Saxon before kicking out the man's feet with lightning-quick skill. Saxon rolled away and Sabine's head shot up to the sky, seeing the Phantom II not far away. Her get-away ship would be on top of her in a few moments…

Sabine whirled back to Saxon, just in time to see the man grab his blaster and raise it towards her. Not today, traitor, she thought grimly. Sabine ran towards the man and took a flying leap, her legs coiled dangerously, and lashed them both out in unison. Sabine executed a flying dropkick, nailing Saxon perfectly; one foot hit his blaster and the other hit his helmet.

The man rolled even further away, almost going strait off the edge of the cliff. Now's my chance, Sabine thought to herself. She fired up her jetpack and shot into the sky, flying towards the Phantom II.

Her heart was racing as she cradled her hurt arm which was screaming in pain. Sabine could see Ezra at the Phantom II 's hatch, one hand on the frame and the other reached towards her.

Sabine extended her arm, their hands just feet away. Almost there, Sabine thought, biting her lip underneath her helmet. Just… a little… closer…

PEW!

Sabine heard the shot before she felt it. On cue, an unseen force slammed into Sabine's back and she windmilled her arms frantically as her jetpack suddenly cut off from Saxon's blast.

Kriff, Sabine cursed hurriedly in her mind, kriff, kriff, kriff!

She was falling! She was falling to her death! Sabine yelled as she lashed her arms out in every direction, trying to grab something before she dropped.

As it turned out, she didn't need to.

Ezra grabbed her instead.

The Padawan had latched his hand onto her forearm and Sabine's fall was instantly stopped. She dangled precariously above the hundred-foot deep canyon, Ezra being the only thing that saved her.

Sabine looked into his eyes through her visor, breathing as silent sigh of relief. Thank the manda for Ezra, she thought privately. But… karabast! Saxon… Saxon shot me down! It's going to take weeks to fix my jetpack. Kriffing old man.

Sabine looked up at Ezra then back at the canyon, her arm moaning in pain. "They shot my jetpack," she growled grumpily, her anger boiling.

Sabine could see a corner of Ezra's mouth turn upwards in the beginning of a lopsided grin as he pulled her up. Sabine scrambled onto the open hatch, the adrenaline finally draining out of her body.

I made it, Sabine thought with relief, wrapping her arm around Ezra. I made it. Her best friend did the same, holding her protectively as they both looked down at Saxon, the red-armored Mandalorian appearing smaller and smaller as they flew away on the Phantom II.

Sabine leaned her helmet on Ezra's shoulder, her heart rate finally slowing. WE made it. …Speaking of we, did… did Rau really come back for us.?

Sabine turned and Ezra closed the ship's hatch. She made her way to the front of the Phantom II, and removed her helmet. Sure enough, there was Fenn Rau, sitting at the controls.

Sabine smiled as she sat in the co-pilot's seat, saying, "I really thought you left us back there."

Rau glanced over at her. "I considered it," the Protecter confessed. "Then… I realized you were willing to die for your people. Even though they are not Mandalorian." On the last words, Rau glanced back at Ezra and Sabine smiled just a little bit wider.

But Rau turned to look strait at Sabine and continued. "You haven't forgotten our ways," the Protector said seriously. "That has earned my respect."

Sabine smile turned into a slight smirk. Well, Sabine thought smugly. What do you know… Rau likes me after all!

"Don't take this the wrong way, you guys," Ezra piped up suddenly, and Sabine looked back at the teen. "But… uh, Mandalorians are crazy."

Sabine expected Rau to be offended, but the Protector just chuckled. "Crazy enough to join you," he said finally.

Sabine turned to look at the man, her eyes widening. "Honestly?"

Rau dipped his head ever so slightly. "If you'll have me," he said quietly.

It was Ezra who answered him. "I'd rather have you with us, than against us," Ezra said, offering Sabine his classic lopsided grin.

Sabine smiled back, an unspoken conversation passing between the two. He agrees, Sabine thought to herself. Rau is one of us now.

"Welcome to the family," Sabine said genuinely, offering her new teammate a slight smile. Her thoughts were suddenly brought back to her cabin back on the Ghost, where she had painted her whole "family" on her room's ceiling. It had been well over a year since she'd made it.

Perhaps it was time to add one more person up there.

"Ezra… I'll be right behind you."

-Kanan

"Minister, get to the shuttle! We'll be right behind you."

-Ezra

"Just go! …I'll be right behind you."

-Hera

"Go! …I'M right behind you."

-Sabine to Ezra. This is the first time something terrible hasn't happened after this curse-like phrase was uttered. Everyone else said, "I WILL BE right behind you." Sabine was the only one who said, "I AM."