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“So where did you send us?”
“The first planet I thought of.”
“Which is…?” Ezra trailed off, walking around from behind Sabine’s chair and plopping down in the copilot’s seat next to her.
“Lothal.”
“Lothal, of course you thought of Lothal!”
He let out a groan of frustration as Sabine raised her hands in a placating gesture.
“Hey, look, at first I thought of Mandalore, where it would end up a lot worse! At least on Lothal we have a chance of escaping notice!”
“But there are literally no other decent planets anywhere near Lothal!”
Sabine huffed. “Then why didn’t you offer to do the calculations?”
Ezra opened his mouth to retort but remained silent, shutting it and facing away from her with arms crossed tightly across his chest.
She sighed and leaned back in the chair, rubbing her forehead with a hand. She needed more caf pills, and painkillers. But she also didn’t want to use up whatever amount was in the medkit; they could get injured worse and she had no idea when they would be able to purchase more medical supplies.
Speaking of which, they would need food. The water from the sink in the ‘fresher would be okay for a while, but they would need more water along with coaxium. The ship wouldn’t be able to go forever without more.
She cast a sideways glance at Ezra. The Inquisitor had curled up in the chair, hugging his knees as he faced away from her. The whole image was rather forlorn, and for the briefest of moments she debated embracing the boy.
She shook the thought from her mind. It wasn’t Mandalorian. Besides, she had already seen the Inquisitor flinch when she had almost touched him before, on the Destroyer.
And both of them needed time to come to terms with what had happened.
She exhaled and stood. “I’m going to the ‘fresher,” Sabine mumbled, remaining still for a moment to fend off the wave of dizziness that had suddenly overcome her. Ezra didn’t acknowledge that he had heard her, but as far as she could tell, he wasn’t sleeping.
She made her way to the back, slipping into the refresher and locking it. She barely made it to the toilet before her knees promptly buckled and she started vomiting.
She continued to dry heave for what felt like hours but couldn’t have been more than a few minutes before shakily standing, swaying slightly. She remained standing over the toilet for another few minutes before finally walking to the sink. She rinsed her mouth out before glancing up at the med cabinet above the sink. Maybe there were painkillers, or at least caf pills, in there.
There was a knock as she rummaged through the cabinet. Sabine pulled away and glanced at the door.
“Are- are you okay in there? You’re just taking a long time, so I wanted to make sure nothing- nothing was wrong.…” Ezra’s muffled voice trailed off awkwardly.
The Pau’an had been right. Ezra did care about her.
She brushed the thought aside for later rumination.
“Ye- yeah, I’m okay. Just...feeling a bit sick.”
“Oh.” There was a pause before he continued. “I can run and get something from the med bay, or—“
“It’s fine, I’ll- I’ll just get something when I come out,” she responded.
“O- okay.”
There was a shuffling noise and then the sound of him walking away. She allowed herself a moment to relax before continuing to search the cabinet.
Sabine left the ‘fresher’s med cabinet empty-handed several minutes later. She walked to the med bay slowly, wary of tripping. Her head had resumed pounding and everything was starting to become slightly blurry, but hopefully painkillers and a couple caf pills would help with that.
She reached the med bay and halted.
Ezra was already rummaging through one of the cabinets and he turned to face Sabine as she entered.
“Painkillers,” was the only explanation he offered as he raised a bottle. He tossed it to her and she just barely managed to catch it. “Figured that’s what you needed. I...I hope I got the bottle right; I don’t know meds very well,” he admitted, rubbing the back of his neck.
With all the injuries he has, you’d think meds would be the main thing he’s familiar with.
She checked the bottle, nodding slowly.
“Yeah, it’s right. Thanks.” Ezra nodded again and slipped out of the room, mumbling something about exploring.
Sabine took two of the pills, glancing at the chrono and mentally calculating when she could take more. Then she continued further into the room and began to search for caf pills. It took several minutes to find them, and once she did, the bottle seemed old and less-than-reliable. Better not risk it. She replaced the bottle, suppressing a yawn and rubbing her eyes as she headed back to the cockpit. The painkillers would take effect soon, and hopefully she’d be able to stay awake then.
She sunk into the pilot’s seat, sighing.
Chopper.
She needed to comm Chopper.
She sat up more and began fumbling with the console, adjusting the comm signals until it was untraceable. She set it to Chopper’s channel’s frequency and waited.
Within a few minutes the droid picked up with a questioning beep.
“Chopper, it’s Sabine. I...I got off of the Sovereign. I’m okay. I found the Inquisitor. Thanks for helping me. Did- did you make it back to your crew?”
The droid chirped affirmatively, then warbled a question. Sabine cracked a slight smile.
“Yes, yeah, I do need them. But I can wait. Or get new ones.”
He chirped.
“Yeah, I don’t know...I’ll- I’ll have to find some way to get some. Not sure how, but- but I will.” Her smile widened. “Maybe I’ll even have to get another job. Not with the Empire, I think they still hate me.”
The astromech chortled as Ezra entered the room. He glanced at the console, then at Sabine. “Who’s that?”
She glanced up and back at him. “A droid.” She turned back to the console.
“Chop, I have to go. Maybe I’ll see you again?” she added hopefully.
The droid beeped affirmatively and the transmission cut off. She turned back to Ezra.
“What droid?” he asked in curiosity. He walked past her seat to his own.
“One I met recently,” Sabine said shortly.
Ezra didn’t question her further, instead pulling something from his cloak and beginning to fiddle with it. Sabine sighed silently and turned back to the viewport.
It was going to be a long ride.