#sabine wren bingo

[alexversenaberrie]

Mandalorian Jedi Sabine Wren

#star wars paintings  |  SW Paintings

[armoralor]

Prediction BINGO for the upcoming release of Ahsoka! What squares would you add?

[cuntyfieddemon]

im so close 🤏🤏🤏

og version

[kalevalakryze]

The Protector

Fandom: Star Wars - All Media Types, The Mandalorian (TV) Pairings: Bo-Katan Kryze &Sabine Wren, Din Djarin & Bo-Katan Kryze Characters: Sabine Wren, Bo-Katan Kryze, Din Djarin  Warnings: No Graphic Tags, Sparring, Depression Era Bo-Katan Kryze Notes: For @whumptober 2023 Day 19 & @sabineweek Bingo Prompt Fill "Mandalorian Protectors" & Sabine Week prompt "Sabine and Bo-Katan." Timeline is set around Mandalorian S3. Prompt: Sabine & Bo-Katan | “I’m not as stupid as you think I am.” “I’ll take one final step, all you have to do is make me.” | Mandalorian Protectors AU Word Count: 3,120 AO3 Link: Here!

The perimeter alarms went off in a way that brought goosebumps to Sabine’s skin. There weren’t many beings alive who knew Clan Kryze’s ancestral home still sat on Kalevala, and from the list of those alive, even fewer could be trusted to show with less than hostile intentions. 

Her helmet was pulled on in short order; Bo-Katan did not utter a word to her protector as she stalked from the desolate Throne Room. Rain fell in thick droplets, rapid in their descent to the earth and in their journey of thoroughly soaking the thick material of Sabine’s flight suit. 

The N-1 was bright, chrome plating catching the flashes of lightning as it arced from the skies from several kilometers away. The pilot was just as reflective as his starship, fresh, unpainted armor catching the ever-present gloom of the storm as he landed. There was no Death Watch signet on his armor, and no threat in the way he exited his ship, in fact, the Mandalorian hadn’t even acknowledged the Protector upon his exit, instead turning back to his ship to prepare something from inside. 

Sabine’s fingers flexed towards the Westars at her side, peering through the raindrops on her visor as he worked. She could not see what was loaded into the pram, but soon, white-painted durasteel hovered two feet from the Mandalorian’s side, and he’d finally graced her with his acknowledgment. “I’m here to see Lady Bo-Katan Kryze,” He began, the wind caught most of his voice through the vocoder, chin raising as he regarded the strange woman and stranger armor. 

“She is not here, you should leave,” Sabine called, shoulders squared and chest puffing out as she regarded the unknown man. Bo-Katan had mentioned a Mandalorian fitting the description of the man, but as her sole Protector, she couldn’t be too careful. 

The Mandalorian paused, hopelessness sagging his frame. “Could you pass along a message, from a friend?”

Walking in long strides, Din Djarin had to move fast to keep at Sabine’s heels, the pram floating behind the two Mandalorians, and raindrops falling to the old carpet where it dripped from their armor. Bo-Katan did not raise her empty stare from indents in the floor, even as their purposeful strides bounced off the cavernous walls. 

“Lady Kryze,” Sabine pulled her helmet from her head, tucking it under her arm as she approached to bow her head, purple strands of hair falling in her face as she did so. Din seemed taken aback at this, but wisely allowed the Protector to continue once she’d garnered the attention of the Princess. “Din Djarin has come for you,” 

The chrome Mandalorian stepped past Sabine, allowing her to take her place to Bo-Katan’s side once more, boots having long since worn into the stone from her weeks of silent vigil at the older woman’s side. “I have come to join you,” He called, imitating Sabine’s posture; shoulders squared, chest puffed out, chin raised. At least an uncivilized member of the coverts could show some respect to the Leader of their people…

For the first time of the day, Bo-Katan’s weight shifted in the throne. Sabine felt the warmth of relief as Bo-Katan’s shoulders rolled. “There’s nothing left to join,” Bo-Katan refused to see it in her grief, that there was something to join, yet Sabine could not step from her place, it was not her duty to make the woman see that, not yet at least. 

Sabine’s head turned away as Din turned to stare at her for an explanation. Her teeth gritted and her fingers flexed around the rim of her helmet. It took a lot to keep her mouth shut, but she’d been trained for this, and had devoted her life to this. If Bo-Katan was not ready, Sabine could not force her…

Din’s confusion showed in his tone, his weight moved from the balls of his feet to his heels. “What of your plans to retake Mandalore?”

Bo-Katan scoffed and Sabine winced. “When I returned without the dark saber… My forces melted away,” Those piercing chartreuse eyes settled on her, bringing the younger Mandalorian to attention. She was the only one who’d stayed, after all. She was sworn not to the dark saber, but to Bo-Katan, and would continue to be until her death in battle. 

Din still seemed confused by this, his head shook in disbelief. “Then where is the stolen fleet?” He hadn’t spotted the stolen imperial ships on the surface, but he’d known the lengths she’d gone through to acquire such a scale for her nite owls. 

The muscles in Sabine’s jaw flexed. She had no kind thoughts on the usurpation of Bo-Katan Kryze for the spineless brute that had rallied her own forces against her. She’d kept her tabs on each of them and had watched every moral Lady Kryze had bestowed upon them all melt away under the promise of a handful of credits. “Making their way across the galaxy..” Bo-Katan answered, beskar catching on the smooth stone of her throne as her weight dropped back again. “As mercenaries,” She added almost sourly. 

Din Djarin’s head turned to the protector then, looking at the armored warrior from the paint splatter on her greaves to the colorful mark that named her commander of the guard stamped proudly into her breastplate. “Why have you stayed, then?” 

Golden eyes flickered towards Bo-Katan, though the woman had looked away pointedly. “Where she goes… I go,” The younger woman declared pridefully. There would never be any uncertainty about where her loyalties lay, ever since she joined the Mandalorian Protectors and had found the Regent Leader working as a Rebel. Saxon didn’t need her, and Mandalore hadn’t needed another to join the cause of bleeding it dry. Bo-Katan had freed the planet, and herself, and while the Imperials reigned havoc upon their homes, she would never forget the kindness that had come in war. 

“Do you still have the saber?”

“...I do”

“Then you lead them,” There was disdain in her tone, Bo-Katan was weary of the interaction already, it seemed. Sabine released a slow breath as she slipped her helmet back over her head, preparing to escort the chrome Mandalorian from Clan Kryze’s castle. “Wave that thing around, and they’ll do whatever you say.” 

“So you… gave up your designs to retake Mandalore?” There was a sadness in his voice, one Sabine could echo. Bo-Katan and herself had argued extensively about the planet’s survivability, and if saving their home would even be worth it. Each time, it seemed to only dull the woman’s will to do much more than sit upon the throne and mope. 

Coming from Din Djarin, however, this seemed to spark anger. Bo-Katan’s lip curled, and Sabine had to calculate the time it would take her to leap between the two. For a woman who spoke of the heaps of Mandalorian blood spilled by her own, she was always so ready to attack even the slightest offense, to defend herself and her honor, oftentimes forgetting that she had Sabine to help carry that weight. 

“Your cult gave up on Mandalore.” She snarled, muscles in her jaw twitching, though neither Heiress or Child of the Watch moved for their weapon, despite stirring hostilities. Still, Sabine took a step down, closer to the apex of tension between them all. “Long before the purge,” A deep breath as the older woman’s brows furrowed, her weight shifted forward and her eyes narrowed. “Where were you then?” 

“The Children of the Watch and all the factions that came before,” Her voice dropped; Bo-Katan had never been one to shy away from her part in Mandalore’s destruction or in the part those fallen, fragmented members of her clan had in the division of their people. “Fractured and shattered our people…. Go home… There’s nothing left.” Sabine’s chin dropped at the conviction in Bo-Katan’s voice. It was the same argument, with a different, hopeful Mandalorian in her place. 

Din Djarin did not back down, however, and Sabine had to commend such an act. “I am going to Mandalore so that I may bathe in the living waters, and be forgiven for my transgressions,” 

There was something familiar in his tone, a voice that had been mimicked by Tristan when he’d run off to the Imperial Academy and returned to Krownest years later with a Jetti and a band of rebels. A promise in his voice that she knew from experience could only be put down with death. Maybe Bo-Katan needed her own Tristan, like she had… A look towards the redhead’s quiet, seething form had told her that no, Din Djarin was not the spark that would reignite the fire of Bo-Katan Kryze. 

“You are a fool.” Her weight shifted against the throne once more. The woman was finished with the conversation, that much was clear, as her tired gaze moved to Sabine before lingering back to empty walls, sinking back into the ghosts of her memories, in paintings that had been taken off the walls when the wails of their ancestors grew too loud. 

“There’s nothing magic about the mines of Mandalore,” She continued, eyes moving across the stone, as if she was watching the choppy animating of a children’s holofilm play out. “They supplied beskar ore to our ancestors, and the rest is superstition. That planet has been ravaged, plundered, and poisoned.” 

“You said that the curse was a lie. Make up your mind,” 

Sabine did not often wear her helmet outside of battle, but now she was thankful for the beskar hiding the way her lips split into a smile. He certainly had a fire in him, that was undeniable. 

“If you want to go to the mines,” Bo-Katan finally turned to look at him once again. “Be my guest. They’re beneath the civic center in the city of Sundari,” 

“Thank you… And I will find out if the planet is really poisoned.” Sabine finally moved from her post to escort the spitfire as he turned away from Bo-Katan. 

“Goodbye, Din Djarin.”

“He’s got a point, Lady Kryze,” Sabine began upon her return to the throne room, frowning at the way Bo-Katan sat back on the throne, a gauntleted arm thrown over her eyes in frustration. 

“I’m not as stupid as you think I am, Wren,” Bo-Katan snapped without looking at her. Sabine let out a soft sigh as she jogged up the stairs of the throne. The younger Mandalorian sighed as she removed Bo-Katan’s helmet from the side of the throne, setting it carefully on the floor under the hawk-like gaze of its owner until she’d removed her own and set it at her side as well.

Carefully, Sabine perched on the arm of the throne, hands in her lap, nervously picking at the fabric that covered her knuckles. “You’re the smartest person I know, Lady Kryze, nothing is going to change that-”

A scoff from the redhead, as she turned her body to face the back of the throne, armor scraping against each other as she curled her legs onto the chair with her. For someone who stood so tall and took up so much space, it made her chest ache to see her let the world swallow her up. 

“Would you like to spar, my lady?” 

This, at least, seemed to get some life from the woman. Sabine needed to keep active, and as much as she liked running the trails around the castle or dancing around the cavernous rooms, a good fight was what they both needed to get the blood pumping and burn off Lady Kryze’s simmering stockpile of rage. 

Bo-Katan was always a ferocious sight in battle. Being able to witness the woman’s prowess in battle was like having a front row seat to the stories passed down between clans, of warriors with the fires of the Great Forge burning under their hal’cabur, bending the battlefield to their demand as they fought for what was right.

There were no stormtroopers to be found under her fist, yet, as the woman taped her knuckles on the other side of the mats, Sabine could still feel the tangible thrum of anticipation, a thundering in her heart at the promise of being the one to pull the Mand’alor from her stupor, however brief it may be. 

Shaking the throes of anxiety from her fingertips, the Protector stretched her arms above her head, palm locking against the opposing elbow until the familiar stretch in her arms thrummed through muscle. Bo-Katan was occupied on the other side; while she did was not one to miss her morning exercises, it had been all too long since she’d allowed the armor to come off. Sabine filed the knowledge away to polish it for the woman later, if all things worked according to plan. 

“I can feel your eyes on me, little Wren.” There was humor in her voice was she spoke, yellow-green eyes unblinking as she adjusted the way the dark blue material rested across her knuckles. 

“My apologies, Lady Kryze,” The woman’s voice held no apology, but the hints of mirth that Bo-Katan had come to appreciate in her company. A smirk tugged at full lips as Sabine released her arm, swinging them out to loosen up before repeating the process on the other side. 

“Alright, Protector, let’s see if you’ve still got it,” There was a spark in her eyes, an ember of something that had been doused by so many before, but not quite put out, not yet, not while Sabine had anything to do with it, at least. 

Bo-Katan waited for Sabine to strike first, air displacing around her fist as she jabbed out, using her forward momentum to follow Bo-Katan’s sidestep up with an elbow jabbed outwards. Bo caught the elbow against her forearm, shoving Sabine back to stagger her momentum. 

“You start with that?” Bo-Katan taunted, sharp eyebrow raised as Sabine spun on her heel, fingers flexing as golden eyes reassessed. 

“Had to make sure you were going to be on your game, this time. Didn’t want to leave you in the dust like-”

Before Sabine could finish, she was put into a terse defense as Bo-Katan snapped forward. Blow after blow was caught on forearms and the meat of her thighs, muscles aching and shaking under the feeling of bruises blooming under powerful hits. 

Bo-Katan wasn’t holding back, a smile seemed to pull at her lips as she sunk into the familiar burn, a predator pushing their prey to the bring, playing with their food… It was the most Bo-Katan had seemed like herself since capturing the Imperial fleet and laying eyes upon the dark saber once more. 

Before Sabine knew it, a foot was hooking behind her ankle, her body was being pitched forward into a steady column of the older Mandalorian’s body, and, in a last-ditch attempt to regain some control of the situation, they were soon both tumbling to the mats, Sabine’s arms circled around Bo-Katan’s shoulders, pinning one arm under her own as her back hit the mats. 

With Bo-Katan’s foot wedged around her shin, the purple-haired Protector was able to koala both legs over the one, knees locking around the thick muscle of Bo-Katan’s thigh as she pitched them to the side, hands scraping, burning against the rough material of the mat as her hands rubbed flat into the floor, pushing herself off the redhead just enough to get a hand on her shoulder.

From the corners of her eyes, she could see the way purple and blue were already beginning to bloom across olive skin, could see the way the freckled skin flushed, sweat-slick and almost shining in artificial lights. Bo-Katan said nothing, breathing through parted lips, a much quieter contrast to the deep swallows Sabine was breathing. Intermingled and tangled, Sabine stared down at the older woman, shock and a sliver of fear at being the one to get the Bo-Katan Kryze on her back.

The silence dragged with Sabine frozen in spot, and Bo-Katan’s eyes raking inquisitively over the protector. 

It took a rush of… something, surely not confidence, that had words spilling past Sabine’s lips, words she had mulled over and had not considered articulating when Bo-Katan seemed desperate to stew in her misery. “Lady Kryze-” She paused as if waiting for permission to continue, however, she forged on before the woman could acknowledge her. The younger woman sat up, leaning back against the redhead’s bent knees. “If there is a way to reclaim Mandalore, don’t you think we should? Mandalorians… we’re stronger together,” Her finger twitched against the soft fabric of the woman’s tank top, anxiety brimming over the surface as the embers in her eyes simmered. 

“I’ll take one final step,” Bo breathed, voice dark and heavy, lips smoothing into a mask of dispassion as her hands settled against Sabine’s arms, fingertips dancing across bruised elbows before she was guiding the young Protector off of her. Letting herself drop to the mats beside her, Sabine reached to brush her hair out of the way, watching Bo-Katan as she rose and wiped the sweat from her brow. “All you have to do is make me.” When Bo-Katan rose next, she extended a hand down to the woman below her. “Show me…” A pause, like the woman was reconsidering this moment of vulnerability, even with the woman who had seen her through her worst times. “Show me the way, Wren.”

Something itched at the back of Sabine’s mind. The Jetti paired with Tristan’s ‘Ghost’ crew had mentioned the Force to her once, nothing but passing in an explanation of a blind man and his blue son, but from how her vod’ika had explained it, she could only consider it to the feeling of the Manda. When she reached to take Bo-Katan’s hand, there was a flash of the image, distorting in the Manda’s memory of gold and grey armor, reaching to take the blue gauntlet of the woman before her. 

Ursa Wren had once been this person for Bo-Katan Kryze, and she had met her end for it, at the hands of Moff Gideon. Bo was danger, she was carnage and blood and ruin. But Sabine always did have an affinity for volatile experiences and people. Ticking bombs were her specialty, and no matter how long the charge that was her Mand’alor lay dormant, Sabine was her mother’s daughter. She knew the risks, and the dangers that came with it, and time and time again, the Wren would follow the Owl to ruin. 

Sabine’s hand clasped in Bo-Katan’s as the image steadied, offering a stretch of her lips, a smile as she tugged Bo-Katan until their shoulders bumped. “Then let’s get to work, my lady.”

[ana-cantskywalker]

Hello Friend!!!! So on the occasion of the on going sabine week, i would love to request Sabine Wren for your bingo character ask game!

I hope this character is not taken, but if it is, no worries!!! Let me know and I will happily send another ask :))

Of course! (If we’re being honest I reblogged this at an ungodly hour and I think you are the first person to actually see it)

One of the best Star Wars characters to ever character in my opinion

[sabineweek]

Sabine Bingo Rules & Instructions!

(Reminder: prompt voting for Sabine Week is currently open! You can vote [HERE].)

Hello everyone! Here are some quick guidelines on the Sabine Bingo you should read before you submit a card request.

The prompts for the bingo are the full list of prompts submitted during the voting phase.

The cards will be 4x4 for a total of 16 prompts, with no free space!!

There are three ways to choose what's on your card. You may A) pick all 16 of your prompts, B) only pick the prompts you DON'T want (up to 6), or C) get a totally random card! The choice is up to you :D

Beyond your regular bingo wins, you could also do a border (all the outside prompts), a square (all the inside prompts), or a blackout (all of your prompts)!

Cards will be given out via Tumblr Submission. PLEASE make sure that your submission box is open BEFORE you send a Bingo request. if your submissions are not open you will NOT get a card.

That being said if you have any issues (e.g. there are more than 6 prompts you don't want, you haven't gotten your card, or something else) please send me an off-anon ask [HERE].

If you want me to reblog your prompt fill, please tag this account and tag your post with "sabine bingo". If it's been a few days and I haven't reblogged, don't be afraid to send me an ask!

The bingo will run until December 31st!

Without further ado, here is the bingo request form:

[angst-is-love-angst-is-life]

Ahsoka spoilers !!

After two episodes— We start the bingo card

Too early to say the fate of Sabezra, personally I do not think the ship has sunk

[kanerallels]

For the ship bingo, what are your thoughts on Sabine and Ezra?

Ahhh, my thoughts on Sabezra are... multi-faceted

(I ship them and have a pretty long Sabezra fic planned, but also they'd be great as just friends. I'm playing both sides, so I always come out on top)

[tomthefanboy]

LOVE IT!

I made my bingo card last month just before the second trailer. I ALMOST had the purrgil on there but I thought they were too obvious. Turns out I was right but I kinda have FOMO for that square. 😆

Sabezra shippers, who else has one of these to share? I am ready to play! No cheating!

This card was made on August 6, 2023.

Loth rat is a reference to Ezra being a streetwise trickster, not the animal.

[third-generation-female-warrior]

Sabine Wren and Cal Kestis having the same taste in music was NOT on my Ahsoka bingo card ngl

[alexversenaberrie]

Countess Sabine Wren of Krownest

She was the hero, ruler, warrior and artist.

#star wars paintings  |  SW Paintings

[roguelibrarian]

Chapters: 1/1 Fandom: Star Wars: Rebels Rating: Teen And Up Audiences Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Characters: Sabine Wren Additional Tags: Pre-Canon, Whipping, Child Abuse, Corporal Punishment Series: Part 1 of AI-Less Whumptober 2024, Part 7 of Bad Things Happen Bingo Round 3 Summary:

Sabine always managed to stay out of trouble. Until now.

@ailesswhumptober prompts: Public Torture; Stress Position @badthingshappenbingo prompt: Whipping

[thevibraniumveterans]

Solid 23/25 😎

According to the latest Star Wars Chronology, the years 9 ABY to 19 ABY are called the “Peace of the New Republic.”

It is likely that the Ahsoka series and its sequels and crossovers all take place in this time period, which means

1. Lucasfilm will have to retcon this chronology because Thrawn starts another galactic war.

or

2. Thrawn finds out that the Emperor he once served is dead and the Empire has fallen, so he goes home to the Chiss Ascendancy in the Unknown Regions.

and/or

3. The Nightmothers were just using Thrawn to get to Dathomir, just as Thrawn was using them to get back home to the main SW galaxy. Now that the witches have achieved their goal, they will betray Thrawn and/or he will betray them.

and/or

4. There will be an effort by the heroes of The Mandalorian, the Ahsoka show, and other members of the Ghost Crew to stop a war. There will be an armed conflict with little or no help from the New Republic, and the brave unsung heroes save the galaxy from a bigger war that could have happened but didn’t.

Likely character deaths or transformations: Thrawn. Ahsoka.

Possible romance arcs completed: DinBo, Sabezra.

Cultures reborn/transformed: Nightsisters, Mandalorians, Jedi.

New Master and Apprentice pairings: Sabine and Grogu, Ezra and Jacen.

These are the “Jedi Mandalorians.” (Yes, I have been thinking about this for a very long time. Look at my username.)

Mando by birth: Sabine Wren, who restores her Clan.

Mando by adoption: Grogu.

Mando by marriage: Ezra Bridger. 😏

What do you think? What are the other possibilities?

Am I crazy? Here’s my Ahsoka Season 1 Bingo card:

Tolkien references (too many to list here)

Jacen is Force sensitive.

Sabine misses Ezra. 😢

Thrawn does the unexpected.

Kanan reference (more than expected). 😢

Chopper is a menace (not as much as he could have been).

Hera misses Kanan (his photo is on her dashboard). 😢

“Snips” 🙌

Anakin flashback. 🙌

Rex lives. (They didn’t kill him off yet and we did get a cameo so that’s a win.)

Quotable Huyang (Don’t get me started.)

Ezra is still a dork (and we love him for it). 😂

Ezra is a badass. 🙌

Sabezra tease. (Just go look at the rest of my Tumblr.) 😍

Mutual pining idiots. (See above.) 😍

Clan Wren. (We got a mention. R. I. P. 😢)

Sabine painting. (We saw the mural, the loth cat doodles and the graffiti in Ezra’s tower and on Ahsoka’s ship.)

No Fenn Rau. (I still want to see him in live action, maybe in Mando s4.)

Clone Wars Flashback. (More than one!)

No Rebels flashback. (We did get many callbacks though. I’d love to see any of them cameo in Andor s2.)

Loth rat. (Not the animal, but Ezra being his usual chaotic streetwise self, such as impersonating a stormtrooper and stealing his helmet and armor.)

Loth cat. (Sabine’s adorable pet. 😻)

Loth wolf. (They are on the end credits star map and the Lothal Rebels mural. Howlers are also wolf-like.)

Run. (Our heroes did a lot of that.)

*******

So am I good, or what?

The Prophet of the Church of Ezrabine has spoken.

[cuntyfieddemon]

ahsoka finale bingo 💫

it's the end people!!! more than half my bingo is crossed but i have nooo bingo at all safe to say i don't have any psychic abilities 🥲 i loved making this every week and i overall loved this season of ahsoka i hope we're gonna see more of her in the future!!!

[kalevalakryze]

The Living Waters

Fandom: Star Wars - All Media Types, The Mandalorian (TV) Pairings: Bo-Katan Kryze & Sabine Wren, Sabine Wren/Shin Hati, Bo-Katan Kryze/The Armorer Characters: Sabine Wren, Bo-Katan Kryze, The Armorer, Shin Hati, Mythosaur  Warnings: Hypothermia, Drowning, Attempted Suicide Mention (non-graphic/explicit) Notes: For @whumptober 2023 Day 4. Established Mandalore Recovery & @sabineweek Bingo Prompt Fill "The Living Waters" Prompt: Cattle Prod | Shock | “You in there?” & The Living Waters Word Count: 1,349 AO3 Link: Here!

The water was freezing as it wrapped icy tendrils around her body, seeping past her armor and soaking her flight suit, seeping past her flesh until it was piercing her bones, shattering marrow under the weight of it’s demands. The light in her rangefinder flickered out the deeper she sank, blue tinged fingertips reaching for the surface with the last of her strength. 

The water stung at her open eyes as it seeped into her helmet, suffocating her as it bled into her heaving lungs; Sabine Wren was dying, yet she felt more alive than ever. 

“It’s not your time, ad’ika.”

The Mandalorian flailed in the water, darkness surrounding her as she looked for the voice. The ice was numbing into a calming warmth, but the voice ignited fear like an inferno to battle the chill. Strong arms wrapped around her abdomen, prompting her to fight back, kicking and struggling, even as another light in the darkness caught the metallic gold of eyes as large as her head. 

“Cin Vhetin, Mand’ika.”

Someone was pulling her back, the surface was closer, and the rumbling of the darkness’s voice eased her fight against the stranger. 

Metal smacked into the ground with a loud clang, a weight settling on top of her as her savior fell on top of her, water dripping from both of their armor as the larger Mandalorian pushed off of her. 

Sabine’s body wracked with sputtering coughs as her helmet was pulled from her head, light from the torches chasing away darkness as her head turned, coughing up mouthfuls of water as she was turned onto her side. 

As water was expelled and oxygen slowly found its way back into her lungs, her Mandalorian savior finally moved off of her, removing their own helmet as Bo-Katan knelt close to the younger woman. “You in there, verd’ika?” Bo-Katan finally spoke, reaching to rest two fingers against Sabine’s spazzing pulse point. 

Golden eyes finally opened to the low light of the living waters. Kneeling beside her, Bo-Katan was brushing soaked purple hair from her face, as The Armorer stood closest to the entrance, arm extended to keep Shin back, both goran’alor and dar’jetti watching with neutral expressions, body language primed to spring forward the moment they were cleared. 

“I’m okay,” Sabine rasped, flexing her fingers together to try and chase some warmth back into the numb tips of her fingers. “I’m okay,” It sounded less convincing than she meant, as her body started to tremble. Bo-Katan looked to The Armorer for aid at last, allowing the two women further into the cavern. 

Only parts of her felt cold, the rest of her body had long since gone numb to the cold that had wrecked her nervous system. Two pairs of hands worked to pull her armor away, as The Armorer unwound the fur from her armor. Shin and Bo-Katan worked on pulling away her flight suit, exposing herself to the warmer air beyond. 

Once she was bare, a dark, thick, woolen cloak was wrapped around her shoulders, falling at the tops of her thighs as the blonde settled at her back tucked her into it. The Armorer’s fur was wrapped around her hands, bringing the aching warmth back into her fingers enough for her to feel the effect the water had on her again. 

A conversation was happening between the two Mandalorian’s and the Gray Jedi around her, though she couldn’t hear past the blood rushing in her ears. Shin’s chest against her back was enough to hear the soothing rumble of her voice as she conversed on the Artist’s behalf. 

The Armorer was the one to lift her from the floor, arms settled under her thighs and allowing the sopping wet Mandalorian to tuck into her neck, arms trapped between their chests, still wrapped in the warm thick fur. Shin stood to fix her cloak, allowing Sabine the coverage and the warmth  as she fixed the way dark cloth fell. 

Raspy breaths were hidden in The Armorer’s neck, chasing the warmth that seeped through the fabric of her neck seal as the woman led the concerned parade out of the caves. Shin and Bo-Katan shared the burden of Sabine’s armor and frigid clothes, bundled up haphazardly between them as they followed the quick pace set towards the med-tents on the planet’s surface. 

The next time Sabine found consciousness, it was in the shock of a heated blanket as it was settled across her body; She couldn’t tell how much time had passed, except now, she was laid out on a cot, with the scratchy feeling of fresh clothes on her skin and the tingle of medicine in her blood, dulling the pain at her shot nerves. “What…?” She tried to sit up, being stopped by  a pale hand that guided ehr back down.

“Easy, verd’ika. You need to get warm,” Bo-Katan’s voice was strained with worry as  she stood at Sabine’s side, unarmored and equally wrapped in new, warm clothes. 

“What happened?” Her voice was scratchy from throwing up excessive amounts of water, vision still spotty as she shifted under the blankets. Her knees knocked together, skin cold where it slid together as she curled into a tight ball beneath the warmed blankets. “Shin..?

“Your Kurs’kaded went with the Goran’alor to secure your gear,” The Mand’alor lowered herself back into her post at Sabine’s bedside, sinking into the chair as she brushed her fingers through her hair. “You almost drowned, you know.” 

Sabine’s brows pulled together, lips pulling into a frown as she turned to the unarmored woman. “There’s no way,” She denied vehemently, shaking her head even as the memories bubbled to the surface. “There might be… some way… Bo, was there something else down there?” 

She remembered golden eyes, like her own, and the calming rumble of a voice that shook the ice from her bones, the promises of a new beginning, the feeling of the water washing away the grime of her doubts and troubles. 

Looking to Bo-Katan, she saw the knowing smile and the twinkle of recognition in her eyes. “The Mythosaur…” Sabine realized, and while the woman beside her was not in her armor, she could still picture the new silver pauldron that had adorned her shoulder, protected by the Mandalorian beast of legend. 

“The bombs opened the Living Waters to a deeper network of caverns below, I met them when I first came here with Din Djarin, saving him as he atoned for the sins against his covert. I was promised another chance; and with it-” Her hand gestured to the room around them, though Sabine knew it was for Mandalore as a whole. “We got to come home.” 

The air shifted in the room as Bo-Katan leaned forward, elbows on her knees as the smile slipped from her lips, watching Sabine with an understanding that the artist didn’t want to offer any power to. “What were you trying to accomplish, going out that far, Sabine? The drop was marked,” 

“I don’t know,” She shot back quickly, staring at her hands beneath the blankets. Bo-Katan didn’t accept it as an answer and Sabine could feel the way her eyebrow rose in response. “I’ve been so…” Frustration had her gritting her teeth; this wasn’t something she thought she’d have to talk about, Ahsoka had so finely skirted the issue, and Shin had needed her to be there, but now that things were mellowing out again, that old, oppressive sinking feeling had settled back in. 

“Kyrunyc…” It was the closest word she had to the feeling, to the hopelessness that had plagued her since the night of a thousand tears. 

“I understand,” Bo’s hand reached out to settle on her thigh, a frown pulling at her lips as green eyes finally pulled away, staring at the unique threading in the blanket. “Did you find what you were looking for, then?”

Sabine blinked, head turning to stare at the older woman, even as she refused to meet her eyes. “I don’t know what I was looking for…”

“But you found something?”

“I did,”

“Cin Vhetin, Ad’ika.” 

Translations: Ad'ika - little one Cin Vhetin - Clean Slate Mand'ika - young Mandalorian Verd'ika - Little warrior Kyrunyc - Dead Soul / lack of spirit

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For the character bingo: Sabine Wren.

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