#sabineweek

[kalevalakryze]

Firebird

Fandom: Star Wars - All Media Types, Ahsoka (TV) Pairings: Shin Hati/ Sabine Wren Characters: Sabine Wren, Shin Hati, Ahsoka Tano, Ezra Bridger, Hera Syndulla, Ghost Crew 2.0,  Warnings: Major Character Injury, Near Death Experiences, Explosions Notes: For Whumptober Day  16 and @sabineweek Day 2 Prompts: “Would you lie with me and just forget the world?” | Gurney | Flatline | “Don’t go where I can’t follow.” + Icarus Word Count: 3,571 AO3 Link: Here!

“Sabine, they’ve got TIE’s taking off.” Ezra’s voice rushed over comms, voice strained from exertion from whatever fight he’d gotten himself into.

“Copy that, do we have eyes on which shuttle is carrying the Lieutenant?” The Mandalorian dropped her rangefinder and rose her eyes to the sky, boot pressed firmly against an incapacitated trooper’s throat where she’d engaged on the rooftops. 

“It will be the one with a burn across the third quadrant of its left wing.” Shin followed, and while her voice was much calmer than Ezra’s, Sabine could feel the strain of her altercation across their bond in the force, feel the ebb and flow of the force where Shin used its power to keep plastoid covered troopers off of their closing position, flowing so freely beside Ezra’s that despite the odds being against them, they moved like a finely oiled machine. 

“On it,” Sabine cast her fuel gauge a wary look, there was just enough in her tanks that she might be fine, and from the screaming of a TIE fighter arcing through the air, she knew there was no time to top off at the Ghost. A TIE swirled overhead, left wing sparking and burning from a lightsaber having cut through it on takeoff. 

“Kark it,” Sabine grumbled, tapping at her gauge with a shake of her head. “We ball.” The woman took to the sky smoothly, jet fuel sparking into a high flame as she dumped more to keep up with the fighter.

The Ghost soared through the sky, streaking past Sabine and offering her a chance to grab on to Chopper’s head to save some fuel as fire was concentrated against the shields and engines to slow down the surviving Imperial’s ascent. 

Before the Ghost could pull away, Sabine was throwing herself from the ship’s hull, fingers brushing out as her jetpack sputtered, wrapping around one of the handles poking out past the hull to yank her weight against it, boots scrambling to push against the durasteel, hooking into the space in between ports to keep herself steady.

“Sabine, you need to hurry!” Hera called, exasperated as she pitched the ghost to the side, rolling out of the way just a hair away from the path of plasma as the TIE opened fire. 

“Work in progress, Hera!” Sabine shouted into her comms, hooking her fingers into the latch of the tie to stabilize before she could dig through a pouch on her belt, revealing her stack of the newest mixture of thermal detonators and the dye packs attached to the explosives. “Hello, beautifuls.” She breathed, fingers ghosting over the neatly stacked explosives. 

Piling them into a fistful, Sabine started planting them each, using the force to sail them across to the inside supports of the fighter’s wings, lining the hatch with enough to blow the top and settling the last couple against the engines, just in case somehow, the hull would survive. 

They rose closer to the upper atmosphere, Sabine’s helmet automatically clicking itself shut and releasing pressure to adjust. “Hey guy, I don’t have freefloating in space on my bucket list for the year,” She grumbled, making quick work of getting her charges set. 

“Sabine!” Several panicked voices hollered her names, staticy over comms the further she got out of range. The Mandalorian’s head shot to the side in time to watch an X-Wing swing in for a strafing run, she didn’t know the pilot, and wasn’t linked into their comms, but she could hear Hera on their open channel, ripping in to the pilot to get them to stop. 

It was too late, however, plasma scorched through the air, singing the air with a heavy smell of ozone. Sabine watched the blue lasers arc towards her before the Ghost could sweep in to incapacitate the fighter. Her legs moved too slow when she pushed off the hull, body turning as she fired up her jetpack, propelling herself away from the fighter half a second before the lasers struck the TIE and ignited her charges. 

Sabine’s head turned in time to watch the colorful, fiery explosion behind her; at least it looked as cool as she figured it would, she’d have to make sure she saved the clip in her helmet to watch later. 

Her jetpack sputtered mid flight, dropping her right into the path of the first shockwave. She didn’t have much chance to see the TIE go down, when paint speckled across her visor and then she was sent into a freefall, the resounding shockwaves hitting her like brick walls with a personal agenda against her existence. 

She was floating in a limbo of dizzy and peaceful, limbs too heavy to move, and her eyelids felt glued shut with weight pressing into her eye sockets to keep her from opening them.

There was a bustle of activity floating into her ears, fading like her grip on the world around her. She wanted to snap at all the people moving around her. Couldn’t they tell she was trying to sleep? A loud, persistent beeping ground away at her nerves, but she was useless in willing her body to shut off whatever alarm was going off.

The beeping grew higher in pitch, there were no breaks in the thudding tone it had carried before. At least the movement in the room seemed to cease, a pin could drop in the silence and bated breath of every body in the room.

Finally, some peace and quiet. Now she could get some sleep.

“Sabine.” There was a distortion in the voice that called out to her, warbling through the very core of her being, through the will of the force. Shin’s voice rang in the notes of their bond, scratchy and deep, but the other voice, the notes she could pick out, a tone she’d only heard in her dreams, a voice and a face she was terrified of forgetting, that had been harder and harder to pick out every day.

She wanted to snap her eyes open, to fly out of bed and run into her buir’s arms, to do something but the stones inside of her skin wouldn’t give her a chance to budge. 

“Don’t go where I can’t follow, me’suum’ika.” Shin’s voice sounded strained, and too far away, like their bond was growing stagnant in Sabine’s indecision. Fingers wrapped around her hand, warm where they sparked against the unbeaten pulse point against her wrist. “You promised,” Their voice wavered with emotion that they fought to keep concealed, Sabine hadn’t heard that tone since they’d gotten her back from the Bandits. 

Promises meant more to Shin than even their connection to the force, Sabine knew that better than anyone, and well… She intended to keep her word. Clan Wren would still be waiting for her, at the end; The Manda would not go anywhere, the cosmic force would still connect all beings, but if she walked out on Shin now… What kind of Mandalorian would she be? Surely not one who deserved to join her people in the afterlife they’d all strived for.

Sabine stopped struggling to see Ursa, there was no where she could go where her mother would not be able to reach, and if the unthinkable happened and she did somehow forget the timber of her voice or the sharpness of her face, she knew there were hundreds of others walking across the galaxy who would be more than happy to help her remember.

Shin’s hand started to slip from Sabine’s palm; She couldn’t move to reach out for them like she wanted, she didn’t want them to leave her either, didn’t want to see someone else give up on her. Someone was crying, voices were murmuring, she could hear the charge of shock paddles-

The first beep of the heart monitor was hard won, an exhaustive struggle that had the same reaction in the room as the flatline. Oxygen forced back into her lungs painfully, and warm fingers brushed against her pulse point once more, squeezing at her wrist to feel the next thud of her heart in her veins themselves. The tension in the room was cut with each thud and each successful breath, pain reigniting in her body in the feeling of broken bones and half sealed abrasions.

“Better,” She could hear the relief in Shin’s voice as their fingers interlocked with the limpness of her own, squeezing her hand even as the activity picked back up around them.

Ahsoka’s presence washed over her in their own bond, another string that she’d familiarized herself with, the calm soaring feeling that came with each interaction the Master and Apprentice shared through their woven destinies. 

“Prep her for the bacta tank,” A medic called out, unfamiliar voice ringing in her ears as cold gloved hands started touching her, though from the warmth seeping into her hand, she was able to rest easy knowing no one had moved Shin, at least until after the calm and quiet suggestion of sleep that had been passed through their bond, and the promise that she would wake up on the other side… eventually.

There was no way to gauge how much time had passed, but every now and then, Sabine would gain an awareness of the real world happening around her. Of Shin’s back pressed into the cool glass of her bacta tank, steadfast in their post as her protector. 

“Shin, she won’t wake up anytime soon,” Ahsoka’s voice floated through the void, in her mind’s eye, Sabine could make out the vision of Ahsoka stepping into the medbay, arms crossed over her chest and a carefully impassive look on her face; Ahsoka learned just as fast as Sabine had that Shin didn’t like sympathies, but she also knew that if Ahsoka’s distaste of Shin’s actions showed, the Gray Apprentice would close themselves off further and often turn to violence to defend their actions or beliefs. 

“You need to go take care of yourself,” Sabine could hear the lightness of the Togruta’s footsteps as she came to a stop in front of the tank, could feel piercing blue eyes on her suspended form, as if Ahsoka knew that Sabine had some awareness of the world around her. 

“I will not leave,” Shin was closed off to them visually, she could not find a way to bring some vision of the other woman to her eye, though she assumed, from the unease rolling off of Ahsoka and the concern in her tone, that her wolf wasn’t doing the best with her incapacitation. This must have been an argument the two force-sensitives found themselves in often, as Shin’s voice curbed on dangerous, the air Sabine could not feel filling with the tension of a hand curling around a saber hilt. 

“There is no reason to fight, Shin,” Ahsoka called, calling for calm across their own unstable bond; Her second apprentice varied greatly to the Mandalorian, and Ahsoka had never been able to determine if it had been Baylan’s teachings, or the influence of her time with the bandits that had them so willing to fight in a situation it did not call for. “She isn’t going to like waking up and seeing you like this.”

“Then it will not be the worst thing I have done to her.” They replied, and while there wasn’t a hint of regret, their tone took on something somber that Sabine wasn’t a fan of. The Mandalorian could feel the brush of their muddled presence, reaching out to the anchor point of their bond, to the scar that entwined them together forever. 

Drifting off to the comfortable thrum of their force bond being brushed against, Sabine was only half aware of the Togruta sweeping defeatedly from the medbay. 

Consciousness did not find Sabine when they emptied the bacta tank and pulled her from it, nor did it find her as she was cleaned up and reassessed, as what wounds were left had been set to heal on their own, with minimal medical interference, now that her body would need to fight on its own once again, enjoying her quiet limbo over the thought of returning her active mind to the real world.

The first time her eyes opened in weeks she was met with dim lights and near silence. 

Bandages wrapped firmly around her abdomen, criss crossing against her back where the jetpack had burned and shrapnel had made homes in her skin, now almost entirely healed after her extended nap. Sabine gave her muscles an experimental flex to ensure she could still move, fingertips touching and toes wriggling under the warm blankets; someone must have just recently changed the thin hospital sheets for ones straight from the warmer. Her movement brought the reminder of pain, aggravating sore muscle under the haze of protection offered by the medicine pumping through her IV.

Tired golden eyes scanned the rest of the room next. There was a raw set of armor, seemingly fresh from a forge, stacked in a corner next to weapons crates, where she could see Westar power cells placed carefully on top of the locked containers, and a newer model of a jetpack she couldn’t recall the name of leaning up against it all. 

Shin was settled into a hard-backed chair shoved right up against her cot, knees pulled up to their chest and a datapad sitting against them, fingers idly swiping along a document that Sabine couldn’t focus her gaze on. Her wolf looked exhausted, Sabine couldn’t tell how much of the darkness around her eyes was eye makeup, or bags from lack of sleep. Their hair was in disarray, even the braid carefully tied and sitting at their collarbone seemed frayed and rushed, as if  tying it had been a mere afterthought to something more important. 

The armor strapped to their arms and legs was filthy, burns scorched across unpainted metal and deep groves went unfilled, a state Shin hadn’t even let become of themselves when they’d all been stranded on Peridea. 

The only indication Sabine had that they’d showered or changed clothes even once since they’d gone after Thrawn’s contact had been the dark blue of Ahsoka’s tunic bunched up around their torso, leaving their bare arms on display (which, Sabine would never complain about, if only Shin wasn’t wearing gauntlets and pauldrons strapped tight to her bicep), and the way pants so clearly borrowed from Ezra were tied tight around her waist, bunched up and stuffed into her boots with their greaves strapped awkwardly around the extra fabric. 

“You look like Bantha shit,” The Mandalorian croaked tersely, wincing at the feeling of glass in her dried out throat. Silver eyes flashed to meet her open eyes immediately, the datapad clattering to the floor in the scramble of their legs to push outwards to turn themselves to face her.

“You look dead,” Their voice sounded as equally rough as Sabine’s own, bringing a teasing smile to tug at the purple haired woman’s lips. 

“What, didn’t-” A dry cough rattled her chest, she only managed to turn her head to the side to cough into the pillow, her arms still felt like they were full of beskar. “Didn’t have anything nice to say to anyone? Didn’t say anything at all?” It was meant to be tasing, but the pull of their lips into what little resemblance of a pout they would allow answered enough. 

“I’ll go get the medic.” They stood sourly to pick up the datapad, tossing it into the seat they’d been occupying for gotal’ad knows how long. 

Sabine finally reached out, atrophied muscles protesting even as her fingers latched around the cold metal of their wrist. “Wait…” 

They did, turning to glower at them with a rage that had too much vulnerability under the surface, weakness they did not want the Mandalorian to be privy too, even if she could feel it in the knot of burnt out nerves in her abdomen. “Would you lay with me, and just… forget the world a minute? Ten out of ten recommend.” 

Shin’s weight shifted between their feet uncomfortably, even as Sabine forced herself to move, to make room in the hospital bed that felt both too big and too small. “You need the medic,” They insisted, but it wasn’t a denial of the offer; Shin looked exhausted, and the prospect of laying down seemed enough that they’d be willing to let Sabine get away with just a few more minutes without being poked and prodded by medics. 

“I need you more right now, I’m not going anywhere,” She let go of their wrist, hoping the invitation was  enough to keep them around. IVs and wires were moved too carefully when they’d finally relented, though Sabine could feel the tightness in their muscles ease as their head dropped back against her pillow.

Shin was laying ramrod straight next to her, as if moving would break her, afraid to do anything that could hurt her what a softie, stabbing people one day, then playing statue to avoid inconveniencing them almost two years down the line.. 

“C’mere, Kurs’kaded.” Another grunt of exertion as she forced her arms to move, though they were quick in how they turned to cave into the touch the minute Sabine offered, tucking themselves up into her side as their face found their spot in the crook of her neck, fisting the fabric of the uncomfortable shirt in their fists as their nose crinkled. 

“You don’t smell right,” They complained in a quiet whisper, bringing a tired giggle from the older woman.

“Plenty of time to fix that later, doubt anyone’s been able to nail my skin care routine during my nap,” Sabine’s fingers brushed through their hair, relaxing more and more with how their shoulders eased and the way the force around them felt like it started to clear. “Speaking of naps…”

“You need a medic,” But their voice was already thick with sleep, breath soft where it began to even out against Sabine’s neck, the offer of safety in the arms they’d been missing for so long too enticing; they couldn’t remember the last time they’d slept. 

“You spent so long watching after me, let me return the favor, just for a bit.. Someone will come along eventually.” It didn’t take Shin long at all to nod off with the promise, and the press of her fingers against Sabine’s scar to ground themselves to her life probably wasn’t detrimental to assuring her of the Mandalorian’s survival either. 

“You’re awake,” Sabine’s attention was pulled from the sleeping blonde for the first time in hours, stopping her thousandth trace of the constellations craved across their skin in beauty marks and freckles. 

“Or you’re just tripping really hard right now,” Sabine teased in a quiet whisper, watching Ahsoka as the woman moved to lower herself quietly into the seat closest to her. 

Ahsoka’s lips pursed, clearly fighting a smile as her hand came to rest on the open space of the mattress between them, itching towards touching Sabine to verify for herself just how alive her Apprentice was. Sabine gave a quiet, fake dramatic sigh as she brought her hand down to rest overtop of Ahsoka’s, much smaller than the Togruta’s as she curled her fingers around the older woman’s. “What did you guys even do while I’ve been out?”

“Well… Some of us-” Her eyes flickered to Shin before coming back to Sabine with a knowing look. “Waited for you to come back.” 

Sabine offered a nod of her head in understanding as she bought her other hand from Shin’s hair to rub circles into their back. “What about everyone else?”

“Mmm. Ezra and I handled the Imperial cell; There were whispers of a New First Order, but it doesn’t seem as if they’re organized enough, not after our last round of strikes.” Ahsoka shifted, hand slipping from Sabine’s to fill the empty canteen that had been sitting, just out of reach, toppled over when Sabine had reached for it in the force, too weak to grab it with her abilities, and too disappointed when she’d found it empty.

Water was filled and passed over gratefully, as quietly as possible to avoid disturbing the slow, heavy breathing from the slumbering wolf; the only reaction they had to Sabine gulping down water was to press their face closer to the movement of her throat and to slip under her shirt, chasing the warmth that had been steadily rising in the older woman’s skin. 

“How are you feeling?” Ahsoka asked at last as she returned to her chair, taking the canteen when Sabine had finally finished with it. 

“I’m not going anywhere for a hot minute, if that’s what you’re asking,” Sabine promised, knowing that she had zero intention of almost dying any time soon, and that she doubted she’d find a return to the battlefield for at least a month while she figured out the limits her wrecked body could handle.

“Next time, don’t push yourself so hard. It was a close one,” 

“You’re one to talk.”

“Sometimes, the student teaches the Master, you know.” Ahsoka’s facial marking rose with the knowing smirk she offered, before she shook her head and rose. “You should get more rest while you can, I’m sure the medics will come to check on you once they believe Shin is asleep and won’t attack them again.”

“.... again?...” 

“Go back to sleep, Sabine,” 

[thenegoteator]

it's a busy busy time but I did manage to bang out this one prompt for @sabineweek

[timetodiverge]

Sabine Week 2024, Day 4: Darksaber

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[femmefighter]

Another bit of sweetness by the darling @rancidsugar

A sketch for my latest one-shot, Living On The Sleeping Tiger's Back.

For Day 1 of @sabineweek - Prompts: Sabine & Ahsoka - Space Tiger

[notanodinarygirl]

@sabineweek

Day 4: Darksaber

Type Of Submission: Fanart

My thought process behind this: This picture of sabine is mostly after rebels when she grew her hair a bit more and started saber-training with ahsoka. I like to assume that she is has mastered using a lightsaber in the AU of my art and that she was also present with ahsoka when she met Din. And then he asked that why does she carry a lightsaber with her, if she is a mandalorian and she tells him about how she got the darksaber back from maul and the story goes on. And at some point in this AU she wields the darksaber and this fanart is portraying that scene. This was just a random idea that popped up in my head when I saw the prompt and I went along with it 🤷‍♀️.

Fanart:

[alphaofdarkness]

Another draw for @sabineweek, this time with the master and apprentice themselves 😊✨

From the prompt list day 3: Sabine’s birthday passes on Peridea. She’s lost track of the days, but Ahsoka hasn’t.

I really hope that Ahsoka and Sabine’s relationship gets better and deeper in season 2, that they resolve a lot of their hurt and pains from the past and current. As well as getting more show of how they got to be master and apprentice during the time in between ✨

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Just a nice comfort draw of Ahsoka being proud of Sabine and surprising her with a simple birthday appreciation that the Mandalorian hasn’t noticed, with the help of Sabine’s howler and the little Noti baby, that has grown fond of Sabine (shown waving at her during episode 7!).

This is the first time actually drawing Ahsoka in my rendered art. I’m glad that I have had plenty of practice prior with drawings of her being silly and teasing towards Sabine 🤭✨

I definitely see them as a mentor and apprentice/platonic relationship, but I don’t mind if you tag this as a ship 💜💙🧡😊

Initial sketch of my precious dear getting the validation she deserves 💜🥹

[endoplight]

Specter V - Sabine Wren x Vi character fusion!

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A little something I made in honor of #sabinewrenweek (@sabineweek) and the new promos of Arcane season two! Sadly I won't be able to participate any other way but I can't wait to see what you all create! Enjoy!

[sarcasmofasoldier]

Sabine Week Day 4: Darksaber (this could also be Mand'alor Sabine)

This was actually the first thing I created for the week, despite being for the fourth day.

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[spectre-week]

One Week Until Spectre Week!

We are just one week away from the start of Spectre Week ( May 25th-31st).

Info on the event can be found here

Day 1 (May 25) Spectre One: Caleb Dume/ Kanan Jarrus - intro post

Day 2 (May 26) Spectre Two: Hera Syndulla- intro post

Day 3 (May 27) Spectre Three: C1-10P/Chopper- intro post

Day 4 (May 28) Spectre Four: Garazeb Orrelios/Zeb- intro post

Day 5 (May 29) Spectre Five: Sabine Wren- intro post

Day 6 (May 30) Spectre Six: Ezra Bridger/Jabba the Hutt/the Emperor's nephew/Lando Calrissian/Commander Brom Titus/Dev Morgan- intro post

Day 7 (May 31) FREE DAY

We are very excited to see what everyone has come up with!

Also, don't forget the other Star Wars Events going on!

@swprequels-big-bang [Signups are closed] will pair authors and artists together to create awesome works based in high republic, the prequel trilogy, clone wars/bad batch, rebels, and or/rogue one, and jedi fallen order!

@jedijune has an event running through the month of June, with a couple different prompts every week to celebrate our force sensitive heroes!

@sabineweek (June 23-29) is all about honoring our girl spectre 5! With a different prompt each day, there's something for Sabine fans everywhere!

Please reblog to spread the news!

@swfandomevents

[supersaiyanjedi14]

For Free Day for Sabine Week, I offer a selection of micros for our favorite technicolor Mandalorian in my own AU!

-Rebels Season 1

-Rebels Season 2

-The Force Unleashed

-A New Hope

-Pilot

-Galactic Civil War (two designs for the 3-year gap between IV and V)

-Empire Strikes Back

-Shadows of the Empire/Return of the Jedi

-Battle of Endor

-Wedding to Ezra (armor and dress)

-Mandalore the Defender

*credit for my pixels here

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[timetodiverge]

Sabine Week 2024, Day 5: Sapphic

(+bonus Shin!)

...in which I answer the question, how many lesbian pride flag colours can I fit into one pic?? (....too many. Ha.)

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[littleladymab]

"Hey Mab why did you ask for a supercut of all the times Shin stared at Sabine with intense lesbianism and you just said 'for reasons'?"

This is the reason.

For @sabineweek, the alternate prompt for the 17th: Shin+Sabine. If the fight at the end of episode 7 went a bit differently.

available on AO3 here!

Also shoutouts to the bestie @laprismaluna who sent me several Shin edits on tiktok so I could speedrun the entirety of Shin's character arc

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Shin’s knees hit the ground hard, and her saber hilt scatters from her grip as she doubles over. For an instant, all she can hear is the roar of blood in her ears and the harsh grating of her breath in her lungs before it fades — replaced by the whispered promise of the two white blades framing her neck. 

Warning her from trying anything. 

She hears Sabine’s voice, a vibrant bolt of blaster fire piercing the static, and Shin lifts her chin enough that she can see the other woman from beneath Ahsoka’s elbow. 

Sabine’s eyes are trained on her, still gripping the hilt of Bridger’s lightsaber in one hand and her blaster in the other. Shin’s mouth splits into a grin that is all teeth. A warning of her own. Do it, she wants to say. I dare you. 

“Ahsoka,” Sabine says, and there’s the frayed edge of patience to the name. “Please.” 

The sabers retract and the look that the Togruta levels at Shin isn’t the studied calmness she expects a Jedi would sport. There’s a riot of emotions in the Force coming from all three of them that wash across their faces as easily as breathing. Anger, frustration, regret, exhaustion. 

Worst of all: there’s understanding.

Not pity, which she would have spit back in their faces. She doesn’t need a Jedi’s pity. 

But the sound of the dropship’s engines drowns out any lingering chatter from the night trooper’s comms. They are taking off, and they are abandoning her, just like her master abandoned her, and Ahsoka looks at her with the understanding of someone left behind. 

Shin lunges. 

Not for her lightsaber; Bridger snatched that up and she doesn’t have the strength to rip it from his hands. Instead, she aims to tackle Ahsoka to the ground. Years of growing up scrapping in the streets before Baylan found her have honed her survival instincts to a weapon. The rage burns and burns in her until the kernel of her heart catches fire and she won’t stop clawing her way to freedom and power and— 

It’s not Ahsoka who catches her. It’s Sabine. 

The Mandalorian darts forward with more dexterity than possible, but Bridger’s smirk gives away his involvement. She catches Shin’s wrist to yank her arm off-course and twists to accommodate their momentum. 

In a tangle of legs and a grunt of surprise, Shin finds herself on her back, Sabine pinning her down, staring up at the cloudy sky as the dropship disappears from view. That kernel of her heart burns and her eyes burn and the scream in the back of her throat burns and she swallows it all down. 

She thrashes, still that girl on the streets, still struggling for survival and validation. She tastes blood in her mouth, feels the sharp burst of pain from her bitten tongue. Things that scream alive as a threat not a reminder. 

But Sabine is stronger than she looks, and Shin can’t feel the tether of the Force through her rage, so they remain on the ground. 

“Just—” Sabine’s hair is a spark of color in the otherwise dull, washed out landscape of Peridea. “Let us help you.” 

“Help me?” Shin rasps, uncertain if she wants to laugh or snarl at the offer. “Why would you help me?” 

I want to kill you, Shin almost says and grins at the flutter of anticipation in her stomach the thought gives her. I will be the one to kill you. 

“I don’t know if you know this about Jedi—” Sabine starts, but Shin doesn’t want to hear how the rest of that sentence ends. 

She knees Sabine in the gut and the other woman doubles over as the air is knocked out of her. 

Shin swings, wild and uncontrolled and can feel the catch of flint striking steel as the Force returns to her grasp. She curls her fingers around it, forming a fist, and this time she lunges at Sabine. 

Sabine rolls aside to dodge the first blow and blocks the second with her vambrace. Her fingers twitch, reaching for one of the triggers at her wrist, but Shin doesn’t give her the chance. 

She sees the hand move out of the corner of her eye and catches Sabine's forearm, wishing she could dig her nails into the soft skin beneath the metal armor. Beskar deflects a lightsaber’s blade and blaster bolts, but it won’t be enough to keep out Shin’s anger. She will squeeze and rend until there is nothing protecting the pulse and tendons. 

Until Sabine surprises her by hauling off and punching her hard in the jaw. 

Shin’s head snaps to the side with the force of the blow and it shocks her back into stillness. The howling anger in her head goes quiet, cowed into submission. Gingerly, she lifts a hand to touch the split lip and the silver of her gauntlet comes away bright red with her blood. 

“I thought the Jedi didn’t resort to such base tactics,” she comments dryly and spits a mouthful of blood into the dirt beside her. 

“Ezra taught me that—” Sabine starts, but Bridger immediately bleats in protest. 

“I did not teach you to punch people!” he says, sounding wounded by the insult to his character. He sounds like just a boy, whining like a child who didn’t get what he wanted. And this is supposed to be the powerful Jedi that everyone wants destroyed? This is supposed to be her ticket to power? 

Sabine sits back on her haunches, far enough away that Shin can’t easily strike at her, but not too far that she wouldn’t be able to react quickly if Shin tries to make a run for it. She rolls her eyes, but there’s a fondness there that makes a tiny, hungry part of Shin ache. “He taught me about how Jedi always see the best in people,” she explains, and the wry smile on her lips is for the man behind her — but Shin is the only one who can see it. “That everyone deserves a hand offered of peace.” 

There’s a beat, when Sabine’s dark eyes study Shin, looking for something beneath the wary hunch of her shoulders. 

And just when Shin thinks there is no possible way she could have found whatever it is, Sabine holds out a hand towards her. 

“Let us help you,” Sabine says, her voice low and gentle. A kindness offered, and it is so foreign and terrifying that Shin almost smacks the hand away and rejects it outright. 

“Why?” Shin repeats, because she still doesn’t understand. “What reason do you have to believe that I won’t kill you the moment your guard is lowered? That I won’t kill Ezra Bridger, who you fought so hard to protect?” 

Sabine glances over her shoulder at Bridger. Ahsoka has moved to stand back with him, and they talk in low voices that don’t make it across the distance to them. He’s toying with Shin’s lightsaber, studying the hilt and design, and she seethes at how casual he is with her weapon. Her life. 

As if he can sense her attention, Bridger looks up. His lips purse behind his beard, and he seems to debate something for a moment. 

He sets her lightsaber down on the rock beside him, and his hands retreat into the sleeves of his coat as he returns to his conversation with Ahsoka. 

When Shin turns back, Sabine is watching her. Her hair tousled from their fight and a smudge of a darkening bruise high up on one cheek. Her hand is still stretched out, palm up, inviting. 

After another long pause, Sabine sighs and she presses both hands to her knees so she can push herself upright. The door not quite slamming shut; a crack left open to the sliver of light beyond. “You don’t have to decide now. But you will still have to be our prisoner until you do decide.” 

“You mean until I decide to let you help me?” There’s something vulnerable in the question that Shin doesn’t like — the idea that she has to let these people help her, to see the weakest parts of her and still be there to support her. 

“Of course.” 

Shin gives her a once over. Bridger left her lightsaber aside, a clear invitation that she could take it and he wouldn’t stop her. 

It would be so easy, she thinks, to call it to her hand and feel that power thrum through her in the light of her orange blade. The howl of her anger and her kyber crystal in concert as they always are. 

She thinks of Baylan who stood and let her walk away. Your ambition, he said, like it wasn’t something he instilled in her. Your ambition, like it wasn’t something she thought they shared. Your ambition, like it was something he regretted. The fuel that kept her going.

She thinks of the dropships who took the troopers and left her behind, even after they had come when called to destroy Sabine Wren and Ezra Bridger. The power she felt as she saw the plan come together crumbling just as quickly as they ignored her orders. They were never there for her. 

“We’re not Jedi,” Sabine says into the silence. “It’s not one or the other. You can be something more.” She turns her back on Shin to join Ahsoka and Bridger, and that sends the anger racing through her veins. 

Shin surges to her feet and all three immediately react. Bridger levels the stolen trooper blaster at her, sighting down it like a trained soldier. Ahsoka grips the hilts of her lightsabers, but doesn’t ignite them. 

Sabine simply goes still, hands out to either side of her and fingers splayed. 

It would be so easy to kill her. 

“Stop,” Shin says, though she doesn’t know who she is saying it to. “I’ll go. I’ll— I’ll think about it. But I’ll go with you.” The words tie up her tongue and are hard to get out, but somehow she manages it. 

Bridger heaves a sigh, more resigned than relieved, and Ahsoka frowns. But Sabine’s shoulders relax, and she tilts her head just enough to give Shin a small, tired smile. Smug, as if she’d known that would be the answer all along. 

A secret, just between them. 

[notanodinarygirl]

@sabineweek

Day 7: Free Day

Type of Submission: Fanedit

Side Note: Oops! I am a little late for this submission because today's day was a little rough 😕. Anyways, I already had this edit made a while ago so it's no big deal. The problem is I couldn't find any really good songs or any powerful or savage songs that would fit sabine's character so I ended up choosing this random song from a "edit songs playlist". And when I don't connect to music, then it's hard for me to edit too but since I promised a fanedit here's the best I could do! I will definitely try ten times harder next year!

[alphaofdarkness]

Happy Sabine Week everyone ✨

Here’s a drawing for @sabineweek’s “honorable mentions” prompt list for day 1: Space Tiger

Just a happy, half-Lyca-Tiger, Mandalorian lass with a happy loth-cat, taking joy of the liberated Lothal. I wonder who she is smiling at ? 👀 🧡

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After creating my self insert for Star Wars Rebels and the self-insert species she takes after, I’ve had fun thoughts on what kind of Lyca-Beast Sabine would take on. Tiger (and her starbird too) was definitely my first thought after sometime and was further inspired when the honorable mentions had Space Tiger included in the prompt list 🐯💜

Much like any Lyca-Beast, Sabine has abilities that are unique to her such as her skin and fur being pyro-resistant 🔥💥, strength and endurance, and having keen hyper-senses. She is able to hide her ears and markings just fine (along with other features that manifest, most from strong emotions) with the exception of her tail, which she enjoys dying/styling like her hair. Her markings are unique and take similar characteristics to her starbird and that of Clan Wren.

Sabine’s pose was inspired by this pose of Natasha 🥰✨

Including my initial thought sketches here too 😌🐯may still try out drawing Sabine with a tiger 🐯🤍

[kalevalakryze]

Feel Like A Monster

Fandom: Star Wars - All Media Types, Ahsoka (TV) Pairings: Shin Hati / Sabine Wren, Shin Hati & Baylan Skoll, Baylan Skoll & Sabine Wren, Sabine Wren & Ahsoka Tano & Shin Hati Characters: Sabine Wren, Shin Hati, Baylan Skoll, Ahsoka Tano Warnings: Blood and Injury, The Dark Side Of The Force, Almost Corruption, Notes: For Whumptober Day 17+ For @sabineweek Day 3 Prompt: “You’re the lump in my throat and the knot in my chest.”Touch Aversion + Follow You Into The Dark Word Count: 1,787  AO3 Link: Here!

Shin was lifeless against the dirt, blood pooling into the earth, ichor spilling from veins that needed it more. Under her fingertips, Sabine could feel the weak thump… thump… thump of their heart, fading quickly; she needed help, but Sabine could not offer it, not when she raised her eyes and to meet Baylan Skoll’s, not when he stood there in some righteous glory, yet dared to be upset. “You…” Sabine snarled as her vision tunneled, her focus solely on the man who’d killed her master, who’d torn open her wounds, and had betrayed not only her, but his own Padawan, in the worst ways possible.

Shin won’t make it. You need to avenge her. You know how to do it, you can feel it; Picture your fingers wrapping around his throat, reach out-

“Sabine!” Ahsoka’s voice pulled her back, to the sounds of a man choking on nothing but the force, to the feeling of power at her fingertips. They stood apart with a chasm between them, yet she could feel his throat under her fingers, the way he fought for air, the way he clawed at his own skin as if it would stop her. 

Ahsoka’s hand clamped down on Sabine’s shoulder like fire, burning through beskar and clothes like a lightsaber. “Don’t fucking touch me!” She shouted at the Togruta. “I am sick and tired of people taking everything from me, just because they can! I’m sick of having to lay back and let it happen!” When she turned towards her Master, a sickly yellow had overtaken warm gold, red-rimmed eyes with dark veins marring her skin like inky poison. “I won’t let anyone take anything from me again… never again.” 

There was power at her fingertips, just like she was being promised, just like she’d been warned about, she’d seen Ezra struggle with it; why did he struggle, when he could have saved them all with this feeling. 

Shin was growing colder as Sabine rose to her feet, the southern winds catching the torn edges of her poncho, billowing fabric around her legs as she stepped over the soon-to-be corpse, retrieving the saber from her belt as she dropped Baylan to the ground. “You hear me, demagolka? Never!” The dark sider barely had enough time to ignite and raise his own saber to meet hers. 

Ahsoka didn’t have the luxury of time, not as Shin’s fingers dug uselessly in the soil, chasing their livelihood as it fed the graveyard. She spared one glance as her apprentice stalked off towards Baylan Skoll, leaving it up to Sabine to save herself was a hard choice, but out of the two of them, Shin needed her help most. 

Hovering hands stitched flesh, bone, tissue, and her very lifeform back together, just one more, one more layer of skin, one after another. She couldn’t spare any attention to the sounds behind her. 

“Everything I’ve ever done has been for my people!” The ozone burned hot around her green saber, the kyber rattled in its cage, reacting violently to the hate. “For my family! For Mandalore! For the Rebellion!” She ducked under a strong swing, shoving the heel of her boot into his knee as she moved to avoid his second swing, letting it hit harmlessly off her pauldron. “And every time! Every! Single! Time!” Each hit of her blade against his own followed every word. “A Monster comes out to ruin it!”

“You’re hurting bad inside, Wren, but you can control it,” Baylan attempted to calm her, as if she was his apprentice; but no, Sabine saw first hand what happened to an apprentice of Baylan Skoll, knew from Huyang’s records what happened to th e first, and what he’d just done to the second. “If anyone-”

“Shut Up!” The Force pushed back against him, sending him several feet back, scrambling in the dirt stained with Shin’s blood; Like a predator, Sabine started to pace around him, fabric moving now in an unseen wind as she moved saber disappearing into her hilt as she flexed her white-knuckled grip around the weapon. Shin was still unmoving under the Togruta’s hands, but he could feel her dying, knew she was not long for this world, knew the volatile Mandalorian could feel it to.

“Nothing can change this path, Sabine, you know as well as anyone-” 

He wasn’t expecting a boot to collide with the side of his head, or for the ground to careen quickly towards him as his body twisted. The recovery was quick, but he was left unsupported and aimless at the sight that met his swimming vision.

Each piece of the saber had come apart in steady hands, the green bled from her crystal like the poison in her veins. “Truly, a member of Skywalker’s lineage,” He remarked, dryly now as he forced himself up on old knees, allowing the Force to aid in alleviating the many aches that came with his life. “You are more like your Master than you know, Sabine.” His eyes flickered over to Ahsoka and Shin; their heart beat once more, stronger than before; if this failed, then his mission…

“Except, only your Master is there, and you are here.”

“And you did this to her. Shin trusted you, and you don’t even care!” When the blade ignited next, it was as red as her grand master’s. Red like the blood that had been spilled on the crooked metal of the ceremonial dagger he’d sliced through his Apprentice’s stomach, red like the rim around the Mandalorian’s unnatural eyes. 

“And you will pay,” Scarlet light rotated around her wrist, blade arcing first behind her in a semi-circle, gaining momentum as she advanced upon the Wolf. 

Sweat beaded at his brows as he countered her onslaught, but his attention was split, truly a fatal mistake when facing off against a royally pissed-off Mandalorian, and the return of life to his apprentice’s body under the tiring hands of Ahsoka Tano. If this failed, then he would have failed the Mother’s mission, would have failed in his destiny and the path he had devoted himself to, once the Order had forsaken him. “Your attachment is blinding you to what is at stake, Sabine,” He tried to rationalize as her foot caught the meat of his leg, numbing him from stepping out of the way of her next swing. 

It was only with the force that he was able to stop the blade from ending his life, her face was contorted in exertion and rage as she pressed back against him, both hands wrapped around her hilt, metal almost warping in her hands, spittle flying from her lips as her teeth gritted together in her blind rage. “I see clearer now than I ever have, dis’ne.” 

Sabine broke his hold on her, catching the swing of his saber heavily on her backplate as she crouched, moving into a roll to pass the return swing to wind up behind him. 

Her blade was at his throat, his chin had raised in acceptance of his fate, however, a quick, rasping shout. “Stop.” Shin was on one knee, now, head bowed and arm clasped tightly around Ahsoka’s, allowing the Not-Jedi to help her up, both Shin and Ahsoka’s hands pressed firmly into the wound, using ripped cloth to halt the bleeding where Ahsoka was not able to maintain the force’s assistance. 

Sabine stared at her Master and not-quite enemy, teeth bared, ready to go in for the kill, could see the pain that Ahsoka hid on her face, along with the force exhaustion weighing her down. “Don’t,” They called, using Ahsoka as support to rise on shaking legs. “He isn’t worth it,” 

Shin stumbled when they rose, almost eating a face full of dirt. Both Sabine, Baylan, and Ahsoka watched as the half-dead wolf stalked forward, blood staining the neutral greys of their tunic, partially healed skin poking past the jagged edges of the fabric. There was anger in their eyes when they looked at Baylan, yes… But there was also an overwhelming sense of pity, and when they looked at Sabine, there was shame. 

“Let him live with it,” Ahsoka had to catch them on their next step, their teeth grit sharply; Sabine could feel the phantom itch of the main in her own abdomen, felt it connect like lightning to the mark of Shin’s saber against her stomach. “Make him live with it, he doesn’t deserve your light,” 

Sabine paused, then, staring at the blade of tortured crystal, and the pale skin of the man it sat so close to. She was angry… Baylan had hunted them, and then he’d nearly killed Shin, and he deserved… 

Yellowed eyes looked away from the warped metal in her hands. Ahsoka’s face was one of recognition and pain, even if she was trying to mask it. “I’m not going anywhere, Sabine,” She called, even as she helped lower Shin down to the ground, the blonde too weak to rise again. “I’m right here,” The touch in their bond was tentative, like Ahsoka was scared to interact with the darkness that consumed Sabine in the moment. 

There was darkness, so much darkness, yes… But there was light, too. The clouds overhead broke, allowing rays of warm sunlight to filter into the barren world below, and Sabine took a breath, deep and unobstructed. There was darkness, and there was light in the way Ahsoka and Shin stood by her, waiting, either in trepidation for what she may choose, or in patience, knowing she would make the right choice.

The blade deactivated slowly and Baylan’s shoulders sagged. “That… is a mistake,” He had the audacity to whisper, but not before Sabine was shoving him forward, away from her and into the dirt. 

“We’ll see,” She rasped as she tossed the saber to the ground, not wanting to feel the anger and hate she’d fed into it resonating back into her, not wanting to face the kyber that had chosen Ezra and had placed its trust in her… “If there’s one thing I learned in the Rebellion, it’s that people like you always think you have the high ground, or some higher moral standing that makes you actions just… you think yourself blind to the consequences, but you won’t be… never again,” Her boots crunched in the dirt as she approached Shin, keeping the grey apprentice between her Master and herself as she knelt to take the blonde’s weight against her shoulders, allowing Ahsoka to opportunity to detain the man who had brought them all here. 

“You’re going to live with it, and I hope you feel like a demagolka every day you have the misfortune of waking up and seeing what you’ve done,” 

[sarcasmofasoldier]

“I’m sorry master, but I’m not coming back.”

Ahsoka to Anakin, and later Sabine to Ahsoka…

Sabine week day one!! Sorry this collage is a little rushed, entirely forgot Sabine week started today… Anyway, here’s Sabine and Ahsoka.

@sabineweek