[image description: a sketchy, coloured drawing of sabine wren and leia organa kissing against a grey background. leia is on the left, in a white jacket and her hair in a loose braid. sabine in on the right, with her short purple hair and armour from the star wars rebels epilogue. /end image description]
sableia drawing from november 2023 that i never posted for some reason. the idea was something like 'what if they had a mutually sad fling between ANH and ESB' because fuck knows neither of these two were doing all that well in that era
I keep getting inspired to write this scene and I didn’t want it to get away from me because it’s a few chapters away still. I’m posting this for @skygirlstars exclusively by the by. As a little treat.
There was an indicator light on the Ghost’s fuel pressure gauge that wouldn’t stop flickering. Hera had to take precious time out of her morning with the console lifted up soldering the connections.
Chop argued that since he could speak directly with the Ghost’s computer repairs weren’t needed. She argued that for the sake of the ship’s organic complement it should. He once more proposed she get a computer-neural interface so she could converse with the Ghost and more importantly himself without effort.
It was an old argument, one that led down the same alley Hera refused to trod. So she sipped her second mug of caf and got back to work.
Fulcrum glided into the cockpit looking like she just stepped out of a frame of a stained glass window of some Mirialan nunnery somewhere. As usual. “Captain Syndulla.”
Hera grinned and welcomed the interruption. “Morning, Miss Offee.”
Barriss closed her eyes and bowed. “The princess and I must depart soon. We have a schedule to meet.”
“Okay. Well, it was pleasant as always having the two of you visit. You’re always welcome, as you know.”
Barriss gave her a wavering smile but remained rooted to her spot.
“Something the matter? Permission is usually granted to board, disembarking is your bailiwick.”
“The princess and I must be going.” Fulcrum repeated.
“Yeah, so you said. Clear skies.”
Barriss fiddled with her fingers a bit. “I need the princess to do so…”
A dawning of realization shown its harsh light into Hera’s eyes. “You don’t mean?”
Fulcrum motioned with her forehead to the passageway behind her, gave Hera the briefest of grimaces, and shrugged nearly impeccably.
“No!”
“Credibility aside it is thus, captain.”
Hera pulled off her gloves, stood, and mom stomped over to her Mandalorian ward’s door. Sabine had long disengaged the buzzer after one of their initial arguments so she was reduced to pounding on the door itself. “Sabine! Open up!”
There was a susurrus of cursing followed by youthful giggles.
“Sabine! Don’t make me open this. Are you decent in there?” Hera glanced over at Fulcrum and found her doing that infuriating zen trance thing that Force sensitives loved to utilize when in awkward social situations.
“Just a minute?” Sabine called out through the bulkhead. There was another exchange of whispers. Then the door cracked open wide enough for Sabine to pose in the gap. She was wearing her painter’s smock, drizzled with pigment as usual, and Force knows what underneath. Her hair was tousled and last night’s mascara and lipgloss smeared. “Sup?”
Hera folded her arms and adjusted her posture. “Do you have a princess in there?”
Sabine’s eyes went wide and she affixed the blank expression teenagers use when caught red-handed at some minor infraction. “I dunno. It’s pretty messy with my projects and all. And I don’t usually make a princess check of the place before turning in.”
The snort and giggle emanating behind her spoke otherwise.
Hera massages the bridge of her nose. “Sabine. Leia needs to go now. You need to say your goodbyes.”
Sabine pursed her lips and nodded, making a show of it. “Okay, thanks.”
The door slid closed and there was another hushed conference of voices with an accompanied rustling of fabric. The door then opened to its full extend and with a startled “Oh!” Princess Leia Organa was pushed bodily into the hallway.
“Until next we meet, my princess.” Sabine made an exaggerated bow and flourish like a courtier.
Leia curtsied. “Thank you for the lessons in color theory, Lady Wren.”
“And thank You for the discourse on diplomacy and nonviolent resistance.”
“Charmed, I’m sure.” She opened her mouth and looked as if she was contemplating a different goodbye. Then she looked over at Hera. “Captain,” then she went over to Barriss’s side. “Auntie, let us away.”
“Let’s.” Barriss took Leia’s hand and walked with her out of the ship. Calmly and collected. As if they were proceeding to a formal breakfast with foreign dignitaries. Never mind the paint flakes all over Leia’s formally pristine white gown. And on her forehead and cheeks. With a prominent blue thumb smear below her chin. Never mind the half unwound hair bun spilling out of her hood. Never mind that the right side of her face was puffy like she’d fallen asleep against someone’s chest rather than a proper pillow.
Hera looked over to observe Sabine’s uncharacteristically dopey smile before she slipped once more into darkness. She grabbed the doorframe before it could slide closed again.
“Just a minute, young lady. We need to talk.”
Sabine did the thing where she wheeled around while rolling her eyes. Hera had no idea how she pulled that off without getting dizzy. “Oh yeah? What about?”
“She’s the crown princess of Alderaan!”
“Yeah, so?” Sabine countered.
“And our boss’s daughter.”
“Do you think I’m not aware of that every second we’re together?”
“She’s Ezra’s age!”
“Then you should get Ezra in here to yell at him as well. He was the one trying to wear me down with all that ‘nuthin’ but a number, what’ll it matter when we’re in our thirties’ bantha crap.”
Hera put her fits at her hips and glared at her.
Sabine slumped and looked defeated. “What am I supposed to do, say no to a princess? Look, I know she’s two years younger than me. We’re taking it slow. You trust me, right?”
“Really?”
“It’s not like she’s a Jedi or nothing! I’m aware of who and what she is, and SHE is as well. Sometimes she just wants to be a young woman. And she wants to hang out with her girlfriend. What am I supposed to do, be yet another person in her life regimenting every minute of her life towards her glorious ascension?… I’m good to her, gentle, don’t worry.”
“Sabine. I was your age too, once. I broke some hearts.”
“Yeah well so will I. And so will she. You’re acting like I blundered into this like I do everything else. I’m not. I know what I’m doing.” Hera continued her hard stare. “I’ll be careful. Besides, why are your panties in a bunch? Barriss seemed cool with it.”
She almost countered with a “What would Leia’s mother say about this?” But she knew the explosion that mentioning motherhood around Sabine would trigger. And she wasn’t her mother. Instead she just reached out her arms to hug her like a wriggling Loth cat. Hera knew there were things Sabine didn’t take seriously. Things Sabine did take seriously while pretending she did not. And things Sabine deeply held sacrosanct. And in order to parent her, one had to tread a certain path through her emotional labyrinth.
no you don't understand it's about the feisty rebel hand in feisty rebel hand. everything they do, they do in honour of their friends and and family and their guilt over the loss of their planets that they feel partially responsible for, it's about the physical fighter and the strategic fighter, it's about the different sides of the rebellion wishing they could do more for the cause, it's about the jedi(ish) and the mandalorian, but above all, it's about the lesbianism,
Okay do you think that Sabine would encourage Leia in Reckless Behavior, making Bail and Breha nervous (but also somewhat proud)
OR do you think Sabine is the sensible one who's like "uh Leia you can't Steal Files from a Moffs office idc if 'he's off to lunch and you'll ~know~ when he's coming back', let ME do it."
I think she does both depending on the circumstance.
