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“Why do I have to do it,” Ezra asked completely against his assigned role.
“Because we said so,” Kanan snapped at his padawan.
“Stop being a whiny little cub and do your job,” Zeb growled.
“Besides you could do with the exercise,” Kanan added.
Zeb, Kanan, Hera, and Ezra were all gathered at the entrance of the ship to discuss their plans, and much to his dismay Ezra had been assigned to be the distraction.
“How am I supposed to distract her?” Ezra still debated.
“Just get her away from the ship long enough for us to set everything up,” Kanan ordered.
“But how am I supposed to do that,” Ezra asked.
“You could ask her out on a date,” Zeb laughed knowing full and well that wouldn’t work, and even though Ezra knew it wouldn’t he still felt insulted.
“Get her to chase you,” Hera finally tuned in.
“But how? I doubt she’ll be up for a random game of tag,” Ezra said.
“Insult her,” Hera said,” or more specifically, insult her body.”
Ezra was taken aback by what Hera had just told him to do. Insult…Sabine? But how could he insult the girl he was into? And of all things why about her body? As far as Ezra was concerned, Sabine had a great body. What made Hera think insulting Sabine would make her chase him? Everyone on the Ghost had been called tons of names by the Empire, but Ezra was cut off by his thoughts when Sabine entered with Chopper.
“We finished running the diagnostics, Hera, and everything’s in order,” Sabine said climbing down the ladder with Chop right behind her. “Watcha guys talking about?”
Everyone turned to Ezra waiting for him to say what he had to, but his brain had gone utterly blank.
“The kid here was just saying how he’s never seen boobs as microscopic as yours,” Zeb said putting his hand on Ezra’s shoulder.
The room fell silent for a very uneasy amount of time. If the Dark Side could’ve been a person at that very moment it would’ve been Sabine. Ezra snapped out of his blank state at the sound of knuckles cracking. The absolute anger that was on Sabine’s face made him jump back in fear, but he remembered what he had to do.
“Y-Yeah I mean where do you get off acting like queen bitch of the universe with those mosquito bites on your chest. Look at me I’m flat Sabine,” Ezra put his hands on his chest mocking the already fuming girl.
“Prepare to check out of this life and into the next, Ezra Bridger” Sabine started approaching Ezra.
She launched her fist at him only for him to dodge it and scurry past her and down the open ramp.
“Catch me if you can A-cup,” Ezra yelled sprinting as fast as he could into the fields of Lothal.
“I’LL SLAUGHTER YOU!!!!!!!!” Sabine shot out of the ship like a bullet pursuing a very terrified target.
The rest of the crew were left standing there as they watched the two take off.
“Wow she’s really ticked,” Zeb said looking at the dent Sabine left in the wall when she attempted to punch Ezra.
“Uh should we really let an angry girl with good aim chase him?” Kanan asked nervously.
“Don’t worry I slipped her guns off of her,” Hera said twirling Sabine’s blasters in her hand,” Whatever her angry little soul can dish out I’m sure Ezra can handle…I hope.”
Hera remembered a pretty long while ago, before the crew had even met Ezra, when they had made a stop at a bar to take a small break. Some sleaze-ball guy was hitting on Sabine and was absolutely relentless, but ultimately Sabine turned him down. The guy, obviously irritated at being rejected, said he didn’t want to be with an A-cup anyway. Long-story short Sabine beat him into a coma. Both Hera and Kanan had extreme difficulty pulling her off of him.
Turns out Sabine had always been self-conscious growing up. She wasn’t exactly the fastest developing girl back on her home planet.
“Let’s go set things up,” Kanan lead everyone to the kitchen.