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STAR WARS REBELS: THE GHOST'S SAGA CHAPTER 5

Hmmm, the time has come to reveal the mystery figure. Sabine's first mission with the Ghost crew. Let's see what I have in store for these wonderful characters. I really hope you, magnificent people, enjoy this little passion project of mine.

Disclaimer: No matter how hard I tried, I couldn't own STAR WARS… I know, it's unbelievable how Disney won't just give it to me…

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Chapter 5: The Lone Warrior

The Ghost came down to the surface. "Well, so much for action… Looks like everyone's dead. My scanners are not picking up any living life-forms…" Hera said to Kanan before he replied. "Looks like our big friend wanted revenge… Very aggressively…" They landed on the scorched ground before exiting their ship while Hera stayed in the cockpit. The air smelled of burnt metal and blood. It was disgusting but not an unfamiliar scent to the man and young Mandalorian. Hera yelled from inside the ship. "Grab what you need and let's get out of here!" Kanan nodded before dragging a trooper into the Ghost while ordering Sabine. "Get those crates and let's be quick. We don't have much time before this place is swarming with Imps again."

Sabine didn't respond, she just started running towards the crates. filled with Imperial-grade equipment. "Hey Kanan, don't you think we might already be a little too late for that. Looks like reinforcements came but… Well, whatever this thing was, kicked their helmets in." Kanan thought about what Sabin had said before nodding. "Perhaps… But we can't take any chances." The crates were pushed into the cargo hold of the Ghost before the door closed. The Ghost and its crew moved to a more secluded area and landed. Everyone had gathered around the dead trooper by then.

Kanan was examining him more closely. Taking a look at the various parts that had been damaged "Hmm, the entry wounds aren't clean. These strikes were made with endless anger. Precise and deep. Our big friend is trained. Very well-trained." Sabine looked at Kanan, she wanted to ask him who this warrior was… "No, I can't. I haven't earned the right to know more information yet." Was the thought that popped into her head. Hera looked at the helmet before saying. "The helmet is cracked… No blaster bolts, no sabers… This was done by hand… Our warrior is out for blood." The other two both agreed with her assessment. "Hmmm, I wonder…" They had a conversation regarding their next steps. After the team came to a conclusion, they dumped the body somewhere in the outer desert areas.

Meanwhile, in Capital City

"The kriffing pathetic Imps… I'll show them what they're up against. I'll make them pay…" The tall figure walking in the dark told himself. If he could, he would be red with rage. "They won't get away with it. Not if I have anything to say." His steps were heavy, his face and body mostly covered by a cloak. He pushed his way aggressively through the doors of a cantina before sitting down on a stool. "Hey! Give me some heavy lum and I'm not talking about no Tatooine Soran. I want some Nabooan Ridnor." His voice was gruff and filled with anger. The cantinatender was a bit intimidated.

She slowly cleared her voice before saying. "Well… Ummm… We… We don't get anything off-world… We just have L-Lothalian Brew…" The warrior growled before shaking his head. "Whatever, just give me a lot of whatever you have." He slammed down the credits needed before giving a heavy sigh. The poor warrior's heart was broken, it seemed like the whole world had no light left in it. It all seemed grey and dark to him. He scratched the table in front him, leaving behind marks. The cantinatender slowly came back with eight bottles of Lothalian Brew, placing them slowly in front of the imposing figure in front of her.

He snatched the bottles, putting them under his arm and walking out of the cantina. After finishing off the drinks, he had gotten himself drunk. He was fuming with anger. That was when he rubbed shoulders with a couple of troopers on their patrol. "Hey! Watch where you're going, you big kark!" Suddenly the warrior stopped dead in his track. "Oh, alright… You want me to watch where I'm going?!" Suddenly the two troopers in the back were lifted off the ground and the character who had done it growled in their face. "What do you think about me watching where you're going?" The two troopers flew across the street, one of them hitting a light post and the other crashing against a wall and being knocked out.

The two remaining Imperials pointed their blasters at the face of the menacing figure in front of them. "Stop right now!!! You're under arrest…" The young trooper's voice was shaking and he felt like he was looking down the barrel of his own gun. "Am I?! I don't see any cuff around my hands." Before any of them could react, they were knocked unconscious. One of them passing out after being hit with the rear end of the stranger's gun while the other one hit the ground with a round house kick to the head. The knocked out troopers could do nothing but unconsciously moan and groan with pain. That alone brought a harsh, sad smirk to the face of the warrior.

He took long frightening steps towards the trooper who was half-conscious, next to the post. "Hey there, you little kark. Get yourself together. I have a question for you." He said while slapping the passed out trooper until he regained consciousness. "W-Wha… What?" He immediately tried running but felt like his legs were made of jelly, falling face first to the ground before the warrior picked him up and went into a dark alleyway. "Where. Were. You. Situated?" He asked with violence burning in his voice. "I… I… I'll never tell.." Before the trooper could finish his response, the stranger gave him a growl.

The poor helpless guy's respond changed immediately. Faster than an escaping Loth-rat. "Sector 3… SECTOR 3… In the kriffing outskirt of the Capital City!!!... P-P-Please don't kill me… I'll never fight for the Empire again." A smirk made its way on the imposing stranger's lips. "Well, you're a smart kid, aren't you? It almost makes me feel bad for doing this." The trooper immediately asked. "Feel bad for doing wha…" Before he could finish, he was knocked out once more with a big punch to the head. Dropping the unconscious trooper to the ground before walking out of the alleyway, the warrior knew where to hit next.

Back at the Ghost

"What do we do now? We just sit around and wait for something to happen?" Sabine exclaimed, feeling impatient. Kanan looked over his shoulder and said with a low and serious tone. "Sometimes, it's the only way, Sabine… We have no choice other than to…" Suddenly the alarm that had been sounded earlier, was sounded once more. "Wish and you shall receive." Hera said before running to the cockpit with Kanan at her side. Sabine quickly went into the room that was now hers, grabbing her equipment along with some explosive miracles before putting her helmet on. "Showtime. Finally!"

The Ghost Crew was closer to the point of interest this time. After going 3 clicks west, they were there. Seeing the turmoil on the ground. Hera landed their ship before telling Sabine and Kanan to get off. As Sabine left, Hera called out to Kanan. "Kanan… Do be careful, love… You know better than anyone what revenge can do to a being…" She had genuine care and love in her eyes and a concerned smile on her face. Kanan smiled and came back to give her a peck on the cheek. "Don't worry. You won't get rid of me that easily, Captain Hera." He ran outside, following a different path than Sabine. The decision was made to make it more strategically sound.

Sabine arrived first, seeing smoke everywhere, barely able to differentiate between the troopers and the crates that were laying around. She turned on her scanner and shot the two troopers at her sides simultaneously before suddenly being hit by what seemed to be a very unbelievably heavy punch. It was so strong that it made her do a flip before falling to the ground. Before she was crushed under the foot that was coming down on her, Sabine rolled away and started running towards cover. "Wow, Kanan wasn't joking… This guy is insane…" A trooper was running towards her but instead received a flying kick coupled with a shot to the head.

Smoke came out of the burning hole on the trooper's helmet. She wiggled a little, trying to get her muscles ready for some climbing. She grabbed the TIE fighter, pulling herself up and bouncing to the top before scanning the area for any sign of their target. "Great, it kriffing disappeared." She said with frustration before losing her footing. Being dragged down by something from under the fighter. Falling to the ground, she felt the air being knocked out of her, hitting her chest to get the air flowing again. Sabine looked around and pulled out her blasters, pointing at the giant opposing figure standing in front of her.

"And what are you? Some sort of Imperial special unit?" The man responded before she gritted her teeth and yelled. "No, you stupid giant idiot! Didn't you see me kill those bucketheads?!" Before she continued a Bo-Rifle was pointed at her face. "If I were you, I wouldn't be so sassy, kid. I won't hesitate to shoot you in the face if I don't like you." She smirked, he was distracted, now was the chance. A quick sweep at the legs and the massive figure fell. Crashing to the ground. her blasters were now only inches away from his face. "STOP! DON'T SHOOT HIM!" The cloak had fallen off his body, revealing a massive muscular body covered in dark purple fur.

"HE wouldn't have shown us any mercy…" Sabine debated and Kanan rebutted. "He's a Lasat! His whole planet has been destroyed. Don't you think that would make you a little cynical as well?" The Lasat looked at Kanan with curiosity painted on his face. Kanan slowly nodded at Sabine. "Remember what I told you, any enemy of the Empire can be a potential ally unless proven otherwise." Sabine groaned and rolled her eyes, shaking her head and holstering her guns before moving towards Kanan. "Fine!" She was a bit annoyed at the fact that she had to let the Lasat go without paying for his attack. "So? Are you gonna come with us? We have a place where you'll be safe…"

Kanan pointed around and then looked back at the massive warrior in front of him. "After what you've done, they'll be sweeping this entire sector to find you. It's better to travel in groups." The Lasat slowly got up, picking his Bo-Rifle and cleaning it off before giving them a curious look. "And why should I trust you?" Sabine suddenly interrupted. "Because I had a clear shot at your furry big head and didn't take it." The Lasat lifted his shoulders and cleaned the sand off his fur. "Fine! Lead the way." They ran towards the outpost's exit. Sabine held her hands out as a sign to stop before declaring. "There is an entire battalion's worth of Bucketheads out there."

Sabine had informed Kanan before looking back at the Lasat and exclaiming. "SOMEONE was too slow." Kanan stopped her and said. "Bickering won't solve anything. Your comm still working?" Sabine nodded and he continued. "Contact Hera and tell her we need backup immediately. After that, the only thing we can hope for is to hold them off long enough." Sabine went away and started informing Hera of their situation as Kanan and the Lasat looked at each other. "I'm Kanan. The Mandalorian who took you down is called Sabine." The Lasat forced his frown away before saying. "I'm Garazeb. Garazeb Orrelios."

Kanan gave a nod and smile out of respect. "It's great to meet you, Garazeb." The sound of a cutter making its way around the door frame, made them both jump a little. "Looks like we're going to fight. Are you ready to hold them back?" Zeb nodded before letting a smirk appear and saying. "I'm always ready for a good fight."

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I really hope you don't mind all these cliff-hangers. I really enjoy keeping the feeling of the TV Show. Each episode ending on a sort of "To Be Continued…" note. I am really loving this. Writing this story has been a crazy experience. I have many many more chapters to come. Lots of love to all who read and enjoy my story.

MAY THE FORCE BE WITH US ALL

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STAR WARS REBELS: THE GHOST'S SAGA CHAPTER 4

Here we are, once more, my friends. I hope people who are reading these, catch onto the little foreshadowing bits I'm doing. I hope you enjoy the rest of our journey. Now, enough chit chat. Let's see what's gonna happen to our little Mighty Mando.

Disclaimer: Alas, I am not the owner of the STAR WARS… I know, I know… I'm heartbroken too. All I can do is write my heart out for all of you and tell the story I'd want to see.

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Chapter 4: The Mighty Mando Enters Part 3

Sabine could feel herself being dragged. The darkness surrounded her vision. Is she safe? Is she on her way on an Imperial off-world prison? The possibilities were terrifying. Her brain was flooded with all sorts of different thoughts. What if she was going to be tortured? What if she was sentenced to death? No one would care about an ex-Imperial, Mandalorian traitor… She could feel her heart grasp at her veins. The life that she had lived was shorter than any of her kind. The only hope she had was that when she woke up, there would be a light at the end of her tunnel.

Hours passed. Maybe days. Weeks even? She felt nothing, floating in the emptiness of her unconscious mind. Sometimes, voices echoed in her head. Unknown and unfamiliar. Finally, after what seemed to be an eternity later, she slowly opened her eyes. As soon as she gained consciousness, she jerked up. Looking around at where she was situated, it was clear to her that it was by no means an Imperial facility. She scanned the room with her eyes. From what she could see, Sabine was in a room with a bunk bed. The injured girl was on the bottom bunk with some Bacta patches laying on the drawer next to her.

She rubbed her head and sides, feeling more patches attached to her body. The Mando girl slowly got into a sitting position, a sting striking up her ribs. Great, must've broken something under that wing. She grabbed her helmet and checked inside to see if anything was missing. Nothing was taken. Maybe, she wasn't in a hostile environment after all. Feeling around where her belt usually was, she was shocked to see her blasters still in place. As soon as the door slid open, she drew her blasters towards the center. There they stood. The same couple who she had seen and stole from in the alleyway.

"Good to see you're finally awake." A soft, almost motherly voice came from the doorway. The light outside, made it harder to see the faces of the two beings in front of her. "You know, if you had told us that you needed our stuff to give one to the Empire, we would've helped you out." The young man said with a smug grin on his face. "How are you feeling? Those explosions did a real number on your head and ribcage." The Twi'lek woman kindly exclaimed. "Why?" Was the only word that came out of Sabine's mouth. "Why did you help me out?" She slowly got up, her blasters still pointed at them.

"Anyone who's an enemy of the Empire, can be a potential ally in these times." The young man said with a serious tone in his voice. "What if I'm a secondary enemy?" Sabine said with bitterness in her voice, her past and sufferings made her a very pessimistic individual. "The fact that you haven't shot us both is proof enough. I've seen Mandalorians. They're not the kind of people who would think about shooting the people they perceive to be their enemies." Kanan said in response. "Plus, we couldn't just leave you there. You're just a kid." Hera said in a motherly tone that was heartbreaking to Sabine. Who were these people? How did he know about Mandalorians? "I'm not a kid." Sabine said with a bitter tone. Kanan looked at her with curiosity.

"Well, Mando, if you are interested in having some breakfast, we'd be happy to share." Kanan said with a grin on his face before they both left Sabine with her thoughts. The door slid close behind them and Sabine slowly holstered her guns. Seriously, who were these people?! They had helped her… Even after she stole their equipment… They nursed her back to health... And the Twi'lek called her dear… It had been a long and hellish time since she had an interaction as unhostile and innocent as this. This was highly unusual for the girl who had seen nothing but hardships in her life. She was as confused as a Wookie who had seen the HoloNet for the first time. Trauma was basically her middle name by now. She struggled with her thoughts for a few minutes, trying to weigh the situation in her head.

Finally, the Mandalorian had decided to go outside and eat breakfast with the others. She slowly walked through the door and looked all around. "Well, it is better than the wreck she crashed with here. A bit too dull… Could use a little color but hey, anything that wasn't an Imperial facility would be just fine." Sabine walked through another door before she arrived at the resting hall. Kanan swallowed his piece of flatcake before smirking and looking up at her. "Well well well, look who's finally decided to come out and socialize. Very uncharacteristic for a Mando."

Sabine rolled her eyes, sitting on the empty seat in front of them and responding with pride. "That's because I'm unique. Nayc Mando cuyir guuror ni." Saying the last part under her breath. "I think…" Before Kanan could say another word, Hera nudged him in the side and said. "Well, dear, I suggest you eat something. You need the energy. I'm Hera. This is Kanan." Kanan softly nodded and Sabine thought about her next step. Should she trust them? They seem like nice people… And she always said working with other people against the Empire is better. Fighting the Empire is easier when you're not the only one taking a stand. Without allies, she had as much chance as a Jawa would have against a Mandalorian. "Sabine…" The Mandalorian warrior said with a mere whisper. Kanan raised a brow and Hera let a soft smile form on her face.

"Well, it's a pleasure to meet you, dear." Hera said with genuine kindness in her voice. "Yeah, it's nice to see a Mandalorian fighting on the same side as us for a change." Kanan said with a smirk. Sabine looked at the two of them before saying. "I guess I owe you guys, huh?" Kanan and Hera replied at the same time. "You don't owe us anything…" Kanan cleared his throat and gave his voice a serious tone. "But IF you're interested, we wouldn't mind having a Mandalorian fighting by our side." Sabine smirked and said "I thought I was just a kid." Kanan looked at her and said "Don't get cocky, kid." He said with a shake of his head.

Sabine pondered her options before saying "I wouldn't mind joining this little cause. I have enough hate for the Empire to fuel me for all eternity." Hera poured a cup of caf for each of them. Sabine took off her helmet once more and took a sip, taking a deep breath before saying "thanks…" Her word was barely heard. Hera just gave her smile and nodded gently before Kanan gave a nod of his own. They finished their meal before Hera looked at Sabine and gave her a smile. "So, I'm correct in guessing the explosion was your little gift to the Empire?" Kanan came in with an untimely respond. "Of course it was her! She's a Mandalorian. Explosions are basically their addiction."

Sabine gave him a nasty look before saying. "Hey!... We’re much more than explosive addicts!" She pouted before Kanan tried to give her a compliment. "Well, your explosion wasn't anything ordinary. It was full of colors. You don't see THAT with other Mandos." Sabine let took a soft breath before saying "Well, otherwise, they would be dull. I like giving my miracles more personality." Kanan gave her a nod out of respect. Hera grabbed the dishes and walked out of the resting hall. "So, where are we anyways?" Sabine asked and Kanan answered. "We are hovering over Lothal for now. We were looking for some supplies."

"We did some recon on a few outposts. Even bugged some of them. Now, since you blew up one of those facilities sky high, we have to…" Before he could finish his explanation, an alarm was sounded from the cockpit. Kanan ran and disappeared behind a pair of doors. Sabine stood where she was, looking at him with a confused impression on her face. Before she could think about it, Kanan called out from the cockpit. "HERA!!! THERE'S A HUGE CALL TO ALL ARMS IN SECTOR 8! LOOKS LIKE THE IMPS HAVE THEIR HANDS FULL WITH A HIGH LEVEL THREAT! GET OVER HERE, WE GOTTA GET THERE ASAP!"

Hera ran towards the cockpit, faster than a speeder, slipping inside and manning the controls. "Okay, let's see what the Imps got themselves into this time." She said with a chuckle. "Looks like they've got their hands full this month!" Sabine suddenly realized, she had been knocked out for two weeks. Wow, it'd been pretty tough. She could hear Bucketheads talking over the comm. Not all of their words were clear to her, though. The doors coupled with Kanan and Hera's covo made it hard to understand. "HEEEELP!!! WE NEED SOME HEEELP!!! THERE'S A *Muffled* HERE!!! HE'S KILLING US!!! JUST GIVE US BACKUP!!! SEND *Muffled* UNITS!!!"

Kanan walked out of the cockpit with Hera looking at him from inside. "I thought they were… Extinct… How is this possible?" He shook his head and brought his head up and looked at Sabine dead serious. "Mando, are you ready for a fight? You gonna join us on this one?" Sabine nodded and quickly put her helmet on. "Hey, I gotta pay you off, somehow." Hera nodded at Kanan before yelling. "Settle down, people! We might get into a REAL intense situation! Kanan, gear up! Sabine, whatever you need, ask Kanan and he'll give it to you!" As they both went to get their equipment ready, the Ghost soured faster than ever to sector 5. It was time.

On the surface of the planet, troopers were being thrown around as if they were weightless. Shots were being fired, bodies were being pierced. Blood was spilt everywhere. "WE NEED HELP!!! HOW CAN ONE OF THESE THINGS KILL SO MANY OF US???" A trooper yelled before being pierced through the stomach, slammed into a wall and thrown on the ground. "You… You were supposed to be extinct… We saw to it… How can it be… You're not real…" The attacker gave a smirk before looking over his shoulder to look at the trooper. Flames were raging in his eyes; a planet could be turned to smoke with his gaze.

"I'm as real as the blood dripping down your little limp body. I will have revenge. For all my brothers and sisters." He said as he disappeared into the smoke.

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I know, I know, Rebels has become a bit more intense. Much more blood. I hope you don't mind. That was the story of how I hope Sabine had met the crew.

Ooooooo, interesting. Most interesting. Who can THIS be? Who can destroy troopers like they were nothing? We'll see, won't we? I hope you enjoyed this chapter and trust me, the next chapter will be filled with explosions and destruction.

MAY THE FORCE BE WITH YOU ALL!

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STAR WARS REBELS: THE GHOST'S SAGA CHAPTER 3

Here we are. Let's see how our dear Mando meets the two Ghost Crew Members! There are similarities which WILL pay off in the future. For now, just sit back, grab a cold glass of blue milk and enjoy the show! This is going to be an action packed one.

Disclaimer: Contrary to popular belief, I do not own STAR WARS… And yes, I'm just as devastated as everyone else.

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Chapter 3: The Mighty Mando Enters Part 2

Sabine's focus switched from the couple to the crate. "Okay, this should be easy enough." She climbed down the side of the sealed off building, making sure no one could see her. Her steps made almost no sound, as if she was walking on air. As she approached the crate though, she was confronted with the voice of the man she heard a few moments ago. "Tell me, Hera. When was the last time you saw a Mandalorian on Lothal?" Hera snapped out of their previous conversation and looked at where Kanan was pointing. She was curious. Looking at the Mandalorian girl for a few seconds. Before she could respond, there was a loud Hiss and smoke covered the space between them and the Mandalorian girl. Sabine had grabbed some materials and used her last smoke bomb to escape. She was more agile and flexible than your average Mandalorian, so it came as a shock to both Kanan and Hera when she had disappeared in the blink of an eye. They stood around for a few seconds, staring at each other. "Well, that just happened… Take a look and see if anything's missing, love." Hera ordered Kanan. "I don't know, Hera… The essentials are there and most of the stuff has been left untouched… I think our young little friend had a preplanned notion in mind."

She jumped on the back of an Imperial transport, trying to stay out of sight as she started assembling her explosives for what she was going to pull off tonight. People were talking in the street. She always paid attention to their conversations. To find info on an Imperial base or an outpost that she could hit. Finding information about the Empire was easy in these times, everyone whispered how they wanted certain Imperial agents or assets to be burned or destroyed. From what she had gathered, that seemed to be an Imperial outpost near the Bay 9 area. Some people were also talking about how they had seen strange and unfamiliar crates being carried to that section.

"Bingo, this'll be like shooting two womp rats with one sling." She thought to herself, allowing a smirk to form on her face. A few clicks to the South and she had decided it was time to jump off the transport. Preferably before it would reach its destination. Her miracles/bombs were ready and primed to be used. She decided to do some recon on Bay 9 before doing her little sabotage mission. The Mando took slow steps and struts around the area like she belonged there. She had tried to blend in but it wasn't easy. Colorful Mandalorian armor and stealth didn't exactly go hand in hand. So she decided the best course of action would be to hide in an alleyway. She heard two voices talking to each other. One of them was crying. A girl. "But you'll be here alone… I don't wanna go! I don't wanna leave my best friend… I don't wanna go to Alderaan…" Suddenly another voice chimed in. It was a boy this time. He had a kind tone. "It’s okay, Mo… You don't need to worry about me. I'll be fine. Plus, I'm not alone. I have Ferpil to keep me company. I know how to take care of myself." The girl's cries calmed down a little. "I'll still miss you… You know that right?" The boy gave a snarky response. "I'd be worried if you didn't." He cleared his throat.

"But… In all honestly, I'll miss you too, Mo. I hope Alderaan will bring you more happiness. Good luck. Take this, know that I will always remember you. My bestest friend in the Galaxy." The girl gasped and chuckled a little. "I'm your only friend…" She took a deep sigh. "Well, then. I guess this is goodbye. Take care, E…" Her voice was lost between the sound of a TIE fighter landing at the bay. Sabine found the whole conversation to be quite sad. A Lothalian little kid who only had a single friend and that friend was leaving him for Alderaan. Something in Sabine told her to just go and council that kid. Give him a hug maybe… But on the other hand… Seeing a fully armored Mandalorian, carrying two blasters and a bunch of explosives… Yeah, wouldn't be the best thing for the kid. She just hoped he'll be fine. Focusing on her recon mission, she started climbing the side of another building, as fast and agile as a Loth-cat.

She turned on her scanner and took a look at the place. This wasn't one of the main outposts but any damage done to the Empire was worth it. Whether small or big, Empire deserved every single bit of trouble that came their way. Sometimes she hoped that she could be a part of a group or at the very least, not work alone. That was wishful thinking. Sabine took a look at her bombs, making sure that everything was in place. She grabbed one of her bags and pulled out her paint guns, filling it up and taking a gander at the different posters, plastered all over the alleyway. She growled when she saw a poster of Imperial propaganda. Listing all the races and nationalities who had reluctantly bowed to their power… One single name grabbed her attention. Seeing the name "Mandalorian" squeezed her heart. She was reminded of who her parents had decided to stand with. It felt horrible. As if the entire weight of a battle station was crashing down on her heart and shoulders.

It had been 2 whole years since the last time she had seen her parents or had gotten any news of them. A deep, long, painful breath left her mouth. She couldn't find the words to describe this pain… No one would ever come close to knowing what she had experienced… All these pains and sufferings, twirling and swirling inside her mind and soul… They were the reason she had kept everyone behind a gigantic Beskar wall. The wall used to be Durasteel but after the betrayal she experienced from her so called best friend, she had decided it was time to reinforce the wall. It was kind of funny. She had just heard a kid being left all alone and she couldn't help but feel the same way. To sympathize. Sabine would never in a million years tell anyone how much pain she was carrying with her… Just like the little Lothalian kid. She pulled her helmet off and ran her fingers through her hair, it was a little tied up together. The knots were driving her crazy. After putting the helmet on and spraying some beautiful Sabine-styled art on the poster, she felt her anger subdue a little.

The sudden comm noise of a stormtrooper snapped her out of her thoughts. She climbed a metal rod that was sticking out the side of an abandoned hut, looking down the alley to find a stormtrooper officer. All alone, looking around and seeming pretty lost. She saw it as an opportunity. The Mandalorian slowly grabbed the side of the building, hanging from it before jumping on top of the trooper's shoulders and slamming his head to the ground. It made a sickening thud. The poor buckethead had no chance. He was out before he could even react. Sabine shook her head and grabbed the stormtrooper's datapad. Deactivating his guns, checking the stats and smirking. "Just what I needed." She placed the pad in her belt pouch. The moonlight reflecting from the surface of her helmet. She prepped her wrist display and started to sneak her way past a few patrol groups. Sabine arrived at the bay area, there were a couple of stormtroopers by a TIE fighter. A single TIE pilot, cleaning his blaster. There were crates of explosives all around the place. If she could just strategically place her little miracles, the whole thing would go up in flames. Like the fireworks in Life-Day!

Sabine grabbed a few of her miracles and walked in the shadows. Step by step getting closer to the Imperial TIE fighter. Placing her bombs along the way. "You know, with some color and artistic design, these things wouldn't be so bad after all." She thought to herself while taking a close gander at the TIE. With the bombs all placed around the base, Sabine was ready to blow this place all the way to Alderaan. The Mandalorian was about to make her exit before a voice yelled from behind her. "HEY!!! MANDO!!! WHAT THE KRIFF ARE YOU DOING HERE?!? STOP RIGHT THERE!" There were two Imperial officers, one pointing her gun at Sabine and the other one, a familiar officer who was holding his head with no guns. Sabine smirked and looked at the two. "Are you sure you wanna start this? I don't think either of you bucketheads have what it takes to take on a Mandalorian." The two looked at each other and the officer with the gun started blasting like there's no tomorrow. She started blasting like she was a Jedi and Order 66 was about to be executed the very next day.

Sabine did a cartwheel behind the TIE fighter's left wing. The stormtrooper officer was soon joined by her lieutenants and troops, focusing a storm of blaster fire on the Mandalorian behind cover. Shots were flying everywhere. Sabine decided it was time to run, she started doing some stunts over the obstacles. Running towards the right wing of the TIE, shooting the pilot in the knee before hitting him straight between the eyes. One less bucket to pierce with her blaster pistols. Some of the blaster bolts were hitting her armor. Thank the force that it was made out of Beskar. If it weren't, she would be riddled with more holes than a Tatooine cheese cake by now. However, she wasn't lucky enough. One of the bolts hit an explosive and it all went up in flames. The explosive crates started blowing up, everyone yelling and screaming, metal pieces flying everywhere. The TIE fighter's right wing falling on Sabine's head while a large piece of metal pierced a stormtrooper right in the chest.

All the Bodies and equipment turned to dust. The base went from a well-kept and orderly Imperial facility to a ruined, burning and broken pile of metal scraps. A huge ear-drum blowing explosion was heard and then… There was silence. The sickening crackling of flames engulfing the base, the horrific screeching of metal scraps as they slid across each other and fell to the ground were the only noises that could be heard. Bodies were everywhere. Some of them were instantly burnt to a crisp. The other ones had chunks of metal poking out of them. It was truly a massacre. Sabine groaned and shook her head and tried to get up but she was pinned down by a gigantic metal wing… The stubborn Mando warrior struggled hard to get out but with no positive results. "Huh, so this is how it ends? Stuck under a burning TIE wing… How ironic…" She could feel her consciousness slowly slipping… The last thing Sabine felt was the weight of the debris being lifted off of her and hearing echoes of a man's voice. Not being able to understand a single word. Darkness engulfed her vision before she could see who it was.

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Okay, another cliffhanger. Who is helping her? Could it be an ally? Or is it… A very DANGEROUS foe?! I ain't telling y'all nothing. Hope you enjoyed this episode. Lots of love to all you, magnificent people. The next chapter will be the end of Sabine's Rebels Origin story.

MAY THE FORCE BE WITH YOU

[babin-iiv]

STAR WARS REBELS: THE GHOST’S SAGA CHAPTER 2

So, this is the second episode, huh? This isn't an adaption. This is what I think would make most sense. Just a little insight into Sabine before joining the Crew and WHEN she joined the crew.

Disclaimer: Sadly, I don't own STAR WARS. Trust me, I'm just as sad as you. Although, I don't trust myself enough to be biased about the paths the series should take.

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Chapter 2: The Mighty Mando Enters Part 1

A broken down and torn up ship crash-landed in the middle of the desert. The engines were smoking and with one simple look, anyone could see that this ship was barely holding up. Looked like it was strung together with some Engine tape and force miracles. The door groaned and screeched, trying to open for the owner to walk outside. A couple of bangs and a few blaster bolts were heard from inside before the door dropped to the sand. Heavy yet feminine steps were heard, leaving the ship. A pair of colorful armored boots touched the sand, and then there was silence.

The girl that had just walked out of the ship was wearing Mandalorian armor, but it looked different. Much more colorful than anything your typical Mandalorian warrior might wear. The armor had scratches and blaster burn spots all over it. Repairs and a new paint job were in order. The bodysuit was pretty damaged as well. Not to mention, the owner was limping. She took a deep, shaky breath before looking around and shaking her head. The Mando didn't even have the slightest clue where she had landed. The sun rays were hitting her visor. She was quite grateful for having some protection from the overtly bright scenery in front of her.

The Mando girl pulled down her scanners and started looking around. "Where the kriff am I?!" She just shook her head again and started limping back to the ship. "Maybe I can make the scanners inside the ship work... Somehow... Then, I can definitely figure out where I am." She said with frustration waving in her voice. The Mando hit the consoles until they started displaying some stats. "This isn't going to work..." She said, as she laid down underneath the controls, checking the connections. She pulled out the circuit board, connecting it to her wrist display. Nodding as she looked at what was being projected. "I can work with this." She fidgeted around, writing a few lines of code.

Before she could actually get results, a faint meowing sound was heard. Her head suddenly popped up, looking towards the ship's exit. The young girl ran outside and looked around, slowly turning around and looking towards the ship's roof. There it stood. The source of the sound. A cute little pure white Loth-cat. She scanned it for info and groaned loudly. "Great... I'm in Lothal... Nice job ESCAPING the empire, Sabine. You just landed in one of the most Imperial focused planets in the galaxy..." She self-deprecated for a few moments before realizing that the Loth-cat had jumped down and was now rubbing itself against her leg. "Well, at least it's cute." She chuckled to herself. The last few days felt like hell. She was trying to get a big score so that the Crimson Dawn would hire her, but instead, what she got was a back full of daggers from her supposed BEST friend, Ketsu. Sabine still couldn't believe that her friend left her for dead. Walking back into the ship and gathering what was absolutely necessary, patching herself up and leaving with haste. The journey began. Sabine wasn't that far into the desert, but she wasn't that close to a town either. Her trip took about an hour or two. During a certain portion of it, she could feel someone watching her but tried to ignore. Nobody could possibly be out there. The only thing that she could see was a run-down, useless, abandoned comm tower. Nobody could possibly be desperate and poor enough to choose THAT spot as a living quarter.

By the time Sabine had arrived to the town, her stomach was growling, and she was as thirsty as a Nerf who hadn't drunk for an entire year. As luck had it, she was able to find a shop to get some water. As soon as she walked in, the owner gave her a suspicious and dirty look. "Who the kark are you?! What, are we getting Mandalorian Imperial forces now?!" The shop owner was gathering some wasted goods and crushed fruits from the floor. It didn't take a genius to figure out that it was the Empire's doing. Sabine sighed and replied, "I'm not an Imperial. Far from it. I just wanted some water. I'll pay for it, and I'll cause no trouble." Sabine said in her most non-threatening tone. The owner looked at her and groaned, putting his trash in a mini-compactor. Grabbing a small water container and throwing it at Sabine, he replied with. "That would be a single credit. Sometimes..." He took a deep breath and sighed.

"Sometimes I feel grateful that my sweet Liliana didn't live long enough to see me like this..." His voice was drowning in sorrow, almost nearing the edge of tearing up. Sabine felt her stomach churn as she realized how awful the people of this planet must have it. She took a deep sigh and placed 20 credits on his counter and exclaimed, "Keep the change." She didn't need it. The last few bounty jobs were fruitful. Walking out of his shop and going to the nearest restaurant that she had spotted. She walked in, grabbing some nerf steak before paying up and leaving.

"What do I do now...? I don't have any place to go... I can't go back to my family, that's for sure... I guess being labelled a traitor does that..." Her eyes nearly filled up with tears, but she shook herself out of it. Now wasn't the time to be emotional OR sentimental. She wanted to blow something up... To blow off some steam. And what better way there was than to mess with the minds of some bucketheads. A smirk crept its way onto her lips. "Now, THAT is a good idea." Sabine spent the rest of the day, looking through the town for some explosive materials. No such luck. This place was wrapped up tighter than a Jedi's robes. The silver lining was that she was able to find some paint. Her favorite color. Blue.

The day went by pretty quick. As if the whole thing happened in the blink of an eye. Now she had to find some shelter. But where? The first thought that popped into her head, for some reason, was to go to the abandoned E-272 comm tower but no... She wasn't that desperate. Mustafar would freeze over like Hoth before she would EVER consider living in that place. In the end, Sabine decided that it would be best if she just settled on the rooftop of a sealed off house. She had grabbed her thermo-blanket from her ship before dawn. The Mandalorian had tried her best to make the place as comfy as possible. There she laid, blanket wrapped around her, her hair as black as the night's sky. It had been a while since she had the time to dye her hair. Sabine looked up at the sky, and she could swear she saw a Loth-cat cloud in the sky. The Mando tried to sleep but to no avail. So, she decided to start repainting her armor. The color scheme was a mix of tan, green, red and white. Sabine wasn't feeling up to it. Her hair had gotten past shoulder-length, and it was driving her nuts. She had a world of turmoil stuck in her chest. The amount of emotional baggage this poor Mandalorian girl was carrying was heavier than the weapons' load on a normal Mandalorian. She tried to push the thoughts and emotions into the back of her mind and lock them away. Tomorrow, Sabine would probably scurry around the city to find a group or something who might have the material that she needed... Then steal it.

Her head was slowly laid back on the little lump of cloth that she had prepared for herself. Makeshift pillow was the right way to go. "Sabine, tomorrow, you can get some of this frustration out. The only ways you know how. Explosions and colors." She thought to herself. Her eyelids slowly became heavy and the Mando drifted into sleep. The next morning, the sound of a couple talking, woke her up. Sabine slowly rubbed her eyes and tried to focus. She sneakily looked over the edge of the roof to see a Twi'lek female and a young human male talking to each other. But what gathered her attention was not their conversation, nor was it their paramilitary look. It was the crate they were carrying behind them.

Sabine Wren, this is your lucky day! Those are the materials I need. Surely, these two wouldn't mind if I used their stuff to blow up an Imperial base.

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Ooooo, cliffhangers. I LOVE cliffhangers. So this is an original piece by me. I researched the stuff a lot to figure out the time frame that would make sense for her to join the crew. I think you'll be surprised and amused by the next part of this chapter. Hope you enjoyed. Don't forget to comment and tell me what you think.

MAY THE FORCE BE WITH YOU.

[babin-iiv]

STAR WARS REBELS: THE GHOST'S SAGA CHAPTER 1

Before you read this little piece I've written, I must say that this is my first time EVER writing something for STAR WARS... Well, writing something for anything, really... In any case, I would love to get some constructive criticism, so that I may write better literary pieces in the future.

What you're about to stop reading is the complete series of Star Wars told with a focus on the Ghost Crew. So basically, I'll write down the episodes of the TV Show, what happens between each episode and what happens after SW Rebels ends. I really hope you enjoy and buckle up for a looooong journey.

Disclaimer - Keep in mind that I sadly don't own STAR WARS. As much as I want to... I hope you enjoy this story and tune in for later episodes. Self-made or Adaptation.

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Chapter 1: The Machine in the Ghost

The ghost soured through the vast emptiness of space. The ship and its crew seemed to be on the run. In a matter of seconds, a group of 4 TIE fighters came after them, shooting but either missing most of their shots or hitting the ship's rare shield. One of the pilots was successful in hitting the back of the Ghost but the shots that landed didn't do any damage. The shields were still fully operational.

The green skinned twi'lek woman behind the controls of the Ghost seemed rather upset, looking at the stats in front of her and saying, "Kanan, we have a small situation here. If you care to blast some of those TIEs out of the galaxy, I don't think anyone would miss object." In a rather sarcastic tone. The twi'lek wore a typical pilot's outfit with a pair of goggles and headphones. Her C1-series astromech droid standing next to her silently. He would usually act as a co-pilot or repairperson for the Ghost. He had an orange paint job that looked dated and quite frankly, decomposing. A lot of wear and tear on its outer shell.

"Working on it, Hera!" A voice said from within the ship's halls. The voice belonged to a young man. He was tumbling his way to the top turrets. His hair was long. Long enough for him to tie into a pony tail. He sported a goatee and a greenish yellow long sleeved shirt. There was some armor on his left hand and shoulder. "It's not like you gave me a lot of warning..." Kanan complained as he ran through a door and climbed the ladder that had appeared in front of him.

"Oh, as I recall, raiding an Imperial supply convoy was your plan love." Hera said with a smug tone. Kanan had reached the turret triggers by now. As he started prepping for shooting, he exclaimed "Well, it made sense at the time!" The young man was trying to justify his decisions and tactics. A few shots were fired with no results... As two TIE fighter were doing a circular maneuver to damage the Ghost's shields some more, Kanan was able to shoot one of them down. The TIE was exploded into a thousand piece, bringing a grin on the young man's face.

The Ghost crew's attempts to keep the shields up failed as two shots hit the hull of the ship. The shield controls went up in flames, sparks flying. "Shields down... Chopper, fix them!" The Twi'lek woman ordered her droid. "Okaaaaay, I'll fix them!" The droid exclaimed mellow dramatically with his beeps and bops. The TIE fighters were shooting non-stop, even though, they failed to even land a single shot. Chopper used his extinguisher to put the fire out. Kanan was still struggling with hitting the fast TIEs swirling around their ship. The result of that being more damage to the ship.

"Kanan, what part of blast them did you not understand?" The twi'lek said while feeling the trembles going through the ship. "Kanan?..." She asked again. "Kanan, do you read?" She awaited his response but after a few seconds of silence, she figured that... "Internals comm's out..." She sounded frustrated. "Chopper! Go back to comm control and fix it." The twi'lek said with urgency in her voice. "Fixing Shields!!!" Chopper replied. Hera rolled her eyes and continued. "I know you're fixing the shields but I need the comm operational to coordinate our attack!" She tried explaining the situation to her droid while working the controls above her head, trying her best to keep them alive. "Now go, before I pull your battery." She threatened him through gritted teeth (And she was NOT joking).

"Son of a..." Chopper slammed his head multiple times against the shield console. He kept grumbling while moving through the cockpit's door. "And while you're back there, tell Kanan to PLEASE, hit something!" Hera said with frustration being apparent in her tone. They were under heavy fire. It wasn't a new situation for them but somehow, they always ended up doing some sort of back and forth banter. Throwing sarcastic remarks or justifying their actions to each other was a daily part of their lives by now. Chopper finally arrived at the top turret's ladder, knocking on it furiously. "Knock! Knock! Knock! Knock!" Chopper said in an attempt to get Kanan's attention. "A little busy, CHOP!" The young man exclaimed. A few more blasts of energies were fired and another TIE fighter was turned to dust. Kanan suddenly realized what had happened and continued. "Wait, what are you doing back here?! Shouldn't you be fixing the shields?!" He inquired. "Fixing the comms then the shield." Chopper answered. Kanan's eyes went wide and he looked down at Chopper. "Did you say you're fixing the comm?!" The man behind the turrets fired a few more shots and looked at chopper once more.

"I don't need to talk to Captain Hera right now! Get back up there and fix the shields!" Kanan yelled while pointing his finger to the cockpit. "Ughhhhh! Make up your minds..." Chopper shook his head and rolled back to the cockpit. "Oh yeah, and when you see Hera, tell her to fly better." The sly remark flew out of the young man's mouth accompanied with some frustration. BAM! Another tremble was felt throughout the ship as chopper arrived, delivering Kanan's request. "Kanan said to... Flyyyy better." Hera gave a frustrated chuckle and exclaimed. "Oh-ho-ho. He said that, did he?" Chopper popped his mechanical arms from the sides of his head and started shaking them in a feat of panic. "Oh no... Nooooo. Noooooooooo!!!" Before he could react, Hera started pulling up the Ghost, making Chopper fly across the cockpit and hit a wall. "Oh great, there goes another scratch..." Chopper thought to himself. For a droid, he was pretty expressive.

"Woah!" Kanan's eyes went wide. He did NOT expect that... Although, he should have. After all, he knew her well enough to expect a retaliation of sorts to his snarky remark. She had a big grin on her face. "Do I have to do EVERYTHING myself?" She said while activating the frontal targeting systems. The captain fired a few more shots, eliminating one of the two remaining TIE fighters in the process. "Just reduced Kanan's targets by half. Tell our fearless leader he should be able to handle one lone TIE fighter on his own." Hera said, giving a sarcastic remark of her own. "Are you kidding me?! I'll just do it myself for you, IDIOTS!!!" Chopper yelled, hitting his head multiple times with his mechanical arms. He would be exploding from anger if that was a thing, droids could do.

Hera shook her head, realizing what Chopper had said in her response. "What was THAT?!" She had a sort of growl in her voice. Chopper rolled past the top turrets' ladder, using it to give himself a bit of a boost as he slid past a secondary door. Kanan's jaw dropped and his eyes nearly popped as he watched their droid roll. "Chopper! Chopper, where are you going?!" He yelled. Annoyed and shocked. Chop finally passed a final door to arrive at the rear turrets. "Come to Choppa." He said with a digital smirk registering in his circuits, grabbing the turret controls and firing his shots at the last remaining TIE. After a few misses, he finally achieved his goal. The last TIE fighter exploded into smithereens and Chopper beeped and bopped arrogantly. "Go Chop! Go Chop! Go Chop! Go Chop!" He celebrated his achievement while rolling back to the cockpit. He was thinking about a reward. "I can ask for anything... I can even..." His thoughts were caught short when he heard his owner congratulating her "HERO" instead of him. "Alright... I'll admit it. That was some fine shooting."

Kanan replied with a slight flirtatious tone. "Thanks. You too." Chopper strode into the cockpit. Kanan's face was mere inches away from Hera. His hand was slowly reaching for her hand and it was pretty obvious to Chopper that he was about to go for a kiss. Hera had a smirk on her face with a raised eyebrow. She liked it when he complimented her. Chopper was about to blow a scanner over how stupid this all was! He needed to reveal who the REAL hero was. "You think that last TIE exploded all on its own?!" Kanan's eyes slowly opened and awkward smile crept its way onto his lips. He looked at Hera who was looking at him. They looked at each other for a second, no intimacy or alone time yet... They felt a tad bit disappointed at that fact. Kanan continued "Just Kidding, Chop." He placed his hand on Hera's back for a split second before she continued. "We know you got that last one." She patted the droid's head and said. "Good work." Chopper felt his pride circuits were getting some proper attention. "Noooo probleeem." Kanan sat in the co-pilot's seat and ordered. "Now get that comm fixed." Hera joined him and sat next to him before continuing where he left off. "And the shields. Don't forget the shields." She emphasized on her point. Chopper had enough. He pulled one arm out and shook it in a sassy fashion. "Naaaahhh, fix them yourselves!" Kanan and Hera turned around, eyes wide and appalled by Chopper's response. Both saying "What was that?!" At the same time. Kanan raised an eyebrow, rolling around as they made the jump to Hyperspace.

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Now, now, I know. I know this isn't original. I'm literally just turning an episode into a fanfiction chapter. Don't worry, I'm not gonna just copy this stuff. I just want to add some secret narrative to episodes. Plus, I'll cover all the in-betweens. So don't worry about it. Next episode is gonna be about how a CERTAIN Mandalorian came to meet our lovely couple. So, we have an official being told through words then a self-made episode by yours truly.

 MAY THE FORCE BE WITH YOU