#🥀 》 muse: sabine wren.

[ofaflower]

𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐌𝐀𝐍𝐃𝐎𝐋𝐎𝐑𝐈𝐀𝐍 𝐂𝐎𝐔𝐋𝐃𝐍'𝐓 𝐓𝐀𝐊𝐄 𝐈𝐓 𝐀𝐍𝐘𝐌𝐎𝐑𝐄, she'd been watching for weeks as the lies and sneaking stacked up side by side. Sabine knew that everyone else had bigger things to worry about --- kriff, she knew she did too --- but she couldn't take it anymore. She just couldn't. Someone needed to call it out, and that someone was her.

She watched as what remained of their family headed off into their respective directions, but hung back for a moment. Monitoring where they went before quietly tailing after her target. Kallus had begun making themselves more comfortable onboard, but she still needed to hang back further than normal to account for him recalling the layout a few moments. Once he'd stepped into a storage room, working on whatever he'd been discussing with Hera not long ago --- Sabine slipped in and closed the door behind them. " You think you're slick, but I've seen you. I know what you're up to... so, just admit it... " Sabine's eyes narrowed as she approached the former imperial officer, a steel to her gaze as she met his before a smirk formed on her lips. " How long are you and Zeb going to act like there's nothing going on ? " ( @housealove )

[ofaflower]

𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐌𝐀𝐍𝐃𝐀𝐋𝐎𝐑𝐈𝐀𝐍 𝐀𝐑𝐌𝐒 𝐑𝐄𝐌𝐀𝐈𝐍𝐄𝐃 𝐂𝐑𝐎𝐒𝐒𝐄𝐃, but her eyebrow cocked up at his words as she took the sight of him in. Once, she knew his reactions would have been faster --- perhaps he would have even suspected her following him much sooner. It was a sign, she reasoned, that they were all becoming a stronger unit. One that trusted the other and didn't expect to be back-stabbed at any moment. She could recall that the imperial bases and camps didn't foster such a feeling. Loyalty over camaraderie had been the way their world had run. Sabine had only felt that life for a while, but she knew Kallus had been immersed in it for ages. Which was why, her interrogation aside, she was glad to see that this comfort in friends and allies she had found years ago, was one he was beginning to feel too.

However, it wouldn't be enough to distract her from her mission. Sabine had set out for answers, and she wouldn't rest until she had them. When his hand fell from his weapon and his eyes rolled, she used it as the opportunity to step forward from the shadows she'd clung to. " Don't play dumb with me, " she countered, " we both know you're better than that. I've seen you two, when you mistakenly think nobody can see. Also, I've slept across the hall from Zeb and Ezra for awhile now, and let me tell you --- a master of stealth, he is not. Ezra might sleep like a rock, but we're not all him. "

kallus   had   always   considered   himself   to   be   a   consummate   professional.   it   was   a   requirement   of   being   picked   for   the   isb.   those   investigating   issues   within   the   empire,   often   with   their   own   personnel,   had   to   be   able   to   compartmentalize.   interpersonal   relationships   were   heavily   frowned   upon,   if   not   outright   banned.   it   had   always   suited   him.   the   competition   in   the   empire,   the   way   you   often   had   to   sacrifice   anyone   to   move   up   in   rank,   left   little   room   for....   anything   substantial.   besides,   there   was   never   a   person   he   cared   about   enough   for   more   than   an   hour   or   two.   agent   kallus   would   never.

captain   kallus   of   the   rebel   alliance   on   the   other   hand....   well.   if   someone   were   going   to   tell   him   that   another   being   would   have   been   interested,   despite   his   past   affiliations,   he   may   have   laughed.   more   likely   would   have   told   them   to   be   professional   and   to   get   back   to   their   duties.   as   hera   is   directing   them,   assigning   people   with   their   responsibilities   for   the   upcoming   mission,   zeb   stands   next   to   her.   and   well....   his   face   is   flushed   as   the   lasat   winks   at   him.   it's   ridiculous,   he   hasn't   been   a   teenager   in   quite   some   time   but...   he'd   never   thought   anyone   (   never   mind   garazeb   )   would   ever   feel   this   way   towards   him.   as   the   group   disperses,   he   makes   himself   busy   on   his   datapad   for   a   moment,   sending   a   message   to   one   of   his   fellow   intelligence   officers.   even   as   zeb   brushes   their   shoulders   together,   he   refuses   to   look   up.   but   there's   a   small   grin   on   the   corners   of   his   lips.   it's   only   after   the   room   has   cleared   out   that   he   makes   his   way   to   the   storage   containers,   content   on   being   alone   with   his   thoughts   and   paperwork   ;   hera   must   be   warming   to   him   if   he's   getting   such   a   good   task.

he's   becoming   complacent.   he   knows   that   the   second   the   mandalorian   speaks   up   and   his   head   turned   backwards,   hand   immediately   going   for   his   sidearm.   sabine   was   not   an   enemy,   she   wasn't   going   to   hurt   him.   even   if   their   words   seem   accusatory.   "   i   beg   your   pardon   ?   "   he   thought   they   had   been   well   past   the   mistrusting,   the   idea   that   he   was   doing   this   for   anything   more   than   dedication   to   the   cause.   her   next   words   make   his   face   drop   and   his   hand   move   back   to   his   side,   away   from   his   weapon.   her   smirk   is   antagonizing,   and   years   ago   would   have   fueled   his   hate,   his   mission.   now,   he   resists   the   urge   to   roll   his   eyes,   "   if   you're   meaning   hera's   orders,   then   i'm   sure   garazeb   will   join   us   momentarily   to   help   move   some   of   the   larger   crates.   but   i   believe   his   strategy   meeting   with   her   takes   precedence.   "   he   places   his   datapad   down,   turning   away   from   her   for   a   moment,   shoulders   falling.   is   this   the   dreaded   you   are   not   worthy   of   him   discussion   ?