Hey, this is a fic I've had in my head for a while. It was initially meant to be a short series, but here we are.

Chapter 1

Hera Syndulla walked into the bar, looking around. It was rather sparse, with less than five customers at the time she was visiting. Kanan would say that was probably because it was filthy. And Stunk of Alcohol. Still, she had a mission.

She walked over to the Grumpy-looking Bartender "Excuse me, I'm looking for someone called Sabine Wren." She said.

The sour-faced Woman glared at her while polishing a glass. After several minutes, she grunted "Over there." and pointed to the back of the room, to a table strewn with glasses and a figure slumped over it. A painted Mandalorian Helmet lay next to her on the floor.

Hera walked over. The person appeared to be asleep. Probably passed out, she thought. A worrying thought crept into her mind.

"Excuse me?" She asked.

The figure sat up, fast as lightning, making a sound that went like; "Huuuuhhhh?"

Sabine Wren wore painted Mandalorian armour. She appeared to have dyed her hair, but it had half-faded and she just looked like a mess. Her eyes were bloodshot and her cheeks pink with drink. Worst of all, she looked fifteen at the oldest.

"Whaaatchaaa waaannt?" She slurred, almost toppling over as she tried to make a threatening gesture.

Hera simply stared, horrified that someone so young was so drunk.

The girl passed out again onto the table.

Hera went to the bartender "Do you know where she lives?" She asked.

"She's homeless. Blew the last of her credits on drinks last night." Grunted the Woman.

Hera sighed. There was only one thing to do...

...

Sabine woke up in an unfamiliar bed. And with a hangover. Great. She got up. She appeared to be in a ship quarters. Of which ship she did not know.

Oh, stars. She hadn't been captured, had she?

No. Her helmet and blasters were by the side next to a cup. Once her headache and muscles had stopped hurting enough, she put them on and walked out of the door once she had opened it, not bothering to drink the water.

She was immediately met by a green-skinned Twi'lek in Pilot's gear "Nice to see you're awake, kid. Come on, have some water. We have a lot to discuss.

It was only then Sabine realised she was extremely thirsty.

She was led to a dining room, where a Lasat lay down some food.

"Grub's up, kid." He grinned, walking out.

After Hera lay down a cup of water, Sabine ate and drank ravenously. It was delicious.

By the time she was done, her hangover was ignorable.

"Alright, Sabine. Can I call you Sabine?"

The Mandalorian Hesitated, and then nodded.

"I came into the bar you were at last night to find you drunk. I wanted to ask a few questions, but you were passed out, the bartender said you were homeless, and you weren't gonna wake up anytime soon, so I brought you here. Hope you don't mind."

Sabine's senses suddenly went on alert. Who was this woman? What did she want? Did she have more unscrupulous reasons for bringing her here?

"What's your name?"

"I'm Hera. Hera Syndulla."

"Well, 'Hera', what's the real reason I was brought here?"

The Twi'lek smiled gently "I guess you got trust issues."

Hera sighed "Okay, so you don't trust me. But if you answer my questions, maybe you can help deal a blow to the Empire."

That got Sabine's attention.

"Ask away."

"All right. I heard you were at the academy. What information can you give?"

For the next half hour, Sabine told the woman about most of what she knew. Not all of it, but she added some rumours of imperial plans too.

Hera stroked her chin "I see. Thanks for the information. You can leave now."

Sabine simply raised an eyebrow "What are you going to do with this information?"

"Deal a blow to the empire."

A fire lit in Sabine's chest. A burning desire to...

"Mind if I help?"

"You've already helped."

"I mean with fighting."

"I'm not going to involve you. You're too young."

Sabine chuckled "Listen, lady. I'm a Mandalorian. I learnt how to use a blaster when I was seven. I was a Bounty Hunter until a few months ago."

Hera sighed "I'm not going to convince you otherwise, am I?"

"Nope."

"Fine. But you do as we say."

"You and the Lasat?"

"And another two people."

"When can we go?"

"Now, I guess." Hera got up and walked out of the room, telling Sabine to not leave the room until her hangover was cured.

As she got into the pilot's seat, she thought to herself. She knew Sabine didn't trust her. Not yet. But she was willing to work with her.

And who knows? Maybe she could guide the kid a little.

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