#sabines on the clan council or whatever

[stealingpotatoes]

where is Din now if I may ask? I miss him

HE'S GOOD he's leading Mandalore!! also hanging out w sabine bc she's leading the remainders of Clan Wren (after coming to terms w her grief and culture bc thats what i'm pretending the Ahsoka show was abt!)

[jessicas-pi]

OK OK so yeah, we all know how much opportunity for hilarity there is with an Obitine-style year-on-the-run No Order 66 AU for Sabezra. But have you considered the potential for an Obitine-style No Order 66 AU for Sabezra where the year-on-the-run was fifteen years ago and Ezra is now sent on a diplomatic mission to Mandalore, complete with a Skywalker tagalong of his own?

Hear me out on this.

The Skywalker, of course, is Luke. Luke and Ezra have been friends for ages. Luke was there for Ezra's phase of being tragically sad about missing Sabine. He knows they've got history. And, like his father before him, Luke has concluded that the real goal of the mission is actually to get his old buddy back together with his mandalorian gf.

Ezra is very aware of this. He just knows that Luke going along was Anakin's idea. (It's a miracle the guy's still on the Council. He's spent three decades doing nothing but incite all kinds of shenanigans. This is only the latest incident in a long list of mischief.)

Regardless, this is going to be awkward.

So, Ezra is mentally preparing himself for all kinds of potentialities as to how this reunion could go. As it turns out, it goes unexpectedly well—Luke's winking and eyebrow wiggles aside, that is.

And despite the initial awkwardness, Ezra decides it's nice to see Sabine again. She's changed; of course she has. She's a decade and a half older. She's inherited leadership of her clan, adopted a kid, and even recently been elected as the current ruler of Mandalore. But underneath it all, she's the same old Sabine, who told him about the constellations of the Mandalore sky and pestered him until he showed her the basics of lightsaber combat.

Sabine is equally happy to see Ezra again. He's changed; of course he has. He's been knighted and he has a different lightsaber—and also a beard, which is kinda hot but whatever—and he carries himself with a confidence he seemed to lack as a Padawan. But underneath it all, he's the same old Ezra, and all day, she fights the urge to smile at him in a way that nobody could misunderstand.

The Jedi are invited to a formal dinner that night, where Sabine introduces them to her adopted daughter and heir, a 14-year-old girl with an excess of attitude. She's not fond of Jedi. She tells Ezra so, to his face.

She's very opinionated.

Opinionated and full of attitude and sassy and fourteen and dark-haired and blue-eyed and Luke has just come up with a very interesting theory—

[reynesofcastamere]

Thrown Gauntlet[Ω]

(A/N: Sooooo....I’ve decided to start another series of fics that I will be marking with [Ω] in the titles: To disinguish them from both the main series (which I am still working on) and the [β] drabbles (which are all over the place in terms of timeline, setting, universe, etc.). Essentially a very self-indulgent AU where Savage, Maul, and Feral all get adopted by Clan Wren. This installment takes place in 20 BBY, so Ahsoka is around 16 and Maul is about 34. However. I want to state outright that the dynamic is intended to be a verrrrry slow build and that nothing romantic and/or sexual will be occurring between Maul and Ahsoka until MUCH later. If what I’ve described does not sound like your personal cup of tea, then by all means, feel free to give this fic and/or series a pass. This is getting a bit long, so to sum up: No trigger warnings, Obi-Wan is an Incurable Flirt, Rex is Flustered, and Maul is about 100% Done With Everyone’s Nonsense. Unbeta’d)  The Jedi Temple is buzzing. Not literally, of course, but Ahsoka can feel a strange vibration in the Force. Excitement, or maybe irritation? There’s definitely quite a bit more whispering amongst her fellow Jedi and the clone troopers she passes on her path to the east hangar. Master Anakin had told her to pack for a long trip, which she can only assume means they’ve been assigned another mission and he’s withholding the details so as to ‘surprise’ her appropriately. Typical Skyguy.

She spots Rex near the door, sans helmet. “Good morning, Captain.” A proper salute, quickly returned, though her tone is light. “Morning, Commander. And-er, yes, it certainly is.” He actually seems to be fidgeting a bit, and his face- “Rex, are you...blushing?” “N-no. No. Just-ah...Finished up my workout routine. Took more out of me than I expected. You know how it is; One day you’re all shiny-new and the next you feel older than General Yoda.” “Reeeeexxxx....Come on, whatever it is can’t be that bad.”

“The Clawbirds arrived about an hour ago. Captain Wren’s refusing to do much of anything until he finishes repairs on General Skywalker’s ship.” Rex caves, rubbing the back of his neck awkwardly. “Master Anakin can’t be too happy about that.” Ahsoka observes, knowing just how...particular he is about his personal projects. “Should I be worried?” “Er...maybe? It’s kind of a toss-up. Depends on whether M-” He begins, before a subtler voice cuts in. “Captain, there you are. I was hoping to speak to you.” The speaker is a male Zabrak with soft golden-yellow eyes and skin, the latter of which is liberally patterned in brown markings. Unusual enough, but he’s also clad in full Mandalorian armor, helmet tucked under one arm and carrying what looks like field medic gear along with the standard jetpack and arsenal of weapons. And he’s glowing; a defined Force signature radiating Light and positive energy like a solar lamp. How-? “Medic Sergeant Wren. They are still getting along, right?” “Oh yes. He’s in a much better mood than last time. Apologies, am I interrupting?” “Thank the Maker. And no, um. Commander Tano, this is Medic Sergeant Feral Wren.” Rex looks like he’s in danger of heatstroke with how red he’s gotten. It’s not hard to see why, especially when Feral gives a smile that could melt half the ice on Bahryn. Rather than salute her, he stretches his right hand out so that they can clasp forearms briefly, a greeting from one warrior to another. “It’s a pleasure, Medic Sergeant.” She smiles back. Ahsoka can’t help it. He’s just...She’s fighting the urge to hug him like some kind of stuffed animal toy. Which is bizarre and will most definitely not be happening anytime soon. “Tano...Oh, you must be ‘Snips’. It’s almost a shame Savage volunteered to help the younglings train, we’ve both wanted to meet you for some time now.” Wait, what? “Tranyc’vod [Sunny(star-burned) brother] Anakin hasn’t been able to call as often, but he’s very proud of your accomplishments.” Feral remarks, genuinely pleased even as her head spins with the implications. Her Master has a lot of explaining to do. “Speaking of which, I’d better not keep him waiting much longer. I look forward to talking to you again, though. See you later, Captain. Maybe you should ask the Medic Sergeant about those stamina issues you’re having?” She can’t resist ribbing Rex as she departs, watching him splutter as Feral, like any good medic, starts making inquiries about his ‘condition’ while looking him over. And placing a hand on his chestplate, apparently. Huh. Maybe her friend’s obvious crush isn’t quite as one-sided as she’d thought. Ahsoka navigates her way through the semi-organized rows of ships. Even if Anakin’s presence in the Force wasn’t abnormally strong, she doesn’t need to focus to find him. Not when he’s talking loud enough to be heard across half the hangar. “-last time, it’s fine! You’re just being paranoid, as usual.” “Every ship I have been forced to borrow from you has either crashed, suffered a critical malfunction, or was confined to the scrap heap mere hours after landing. No one is setting a foot on this poorly-constructed death trap until I am absolutely certain it won’t spontaneously combust mid-flight.” And that must be Captain Wren. He sounds...irritated, to say the least.

“My ships run perfectly, thanks. Must hurt that Mando pride, knowing a Jedi is a better pilot and mechanic than you, Captain.” She’s not quite within visual range yet, but she knows her Master is smirking. “How sad that as a Jedi, you cannot recognize your own failings, General. Perhaps you should conduct a survey of your ‘victims’ instead of this poor attempt at distraction. Mir’osik adiik be’kyorla hut’uun![Dung for brains child of (a) rotten coward!]-” “Ouch. What, did one of your horns get caught in the hydraulics?” “Hilarious. Make yourself useful by grabbing a towel, or something from Kenobi’s closet. I’m coming out.” “Ah, Captain Wren. I thought the general ambience had improved. What were you saying about my clothing?” She hadn’t been aware of Master Kenobi’s presence before this. Either he’d used a secondary entrance or had been waiting for his chance to join the exchange while the captain was busy. “Kenobi.”

“Oh come now, surely you can muster a more polite greeting than that. You’ve been away so long I’ve had to listen to recordings just to remember the sound of your lovely voice.” “Perhaps I will address you with respect when you learn to stop leering at me, besom [ill-mannered lout].” “Busted. Again.” “You’re not helping, Anakin.” Ahsoka rounds a corner and-Oh. Wow. How far down do those-? She blinks a few times, just to be sure of what she’s seeing. Yep, there is a very shirtless Zabrak with the kind of muscle definition that would make scores of artists weep standing with his back to her and wiping his face off with a towel. She desperately hopes that her jaw is not hanging open as he turns his head to survey her with one vibrant yellow tourmaline eye. She honestly doesn’t know if she wants to draw closer or back away in that moment. His presence in the Force is not a benevolent, harmless light, but rather a controlled fire that sparks and issues dark threads of smoke. This...Ahsoka doesn’t understand what is going on, and it’s starting to make her uncomfortable. “The spy finally shows herself.” He remarks, assessing and dismissing her as a non-threat within the span of a few seconds, continuing to wipe off whatever type of mess had been spattered on him. “Don’t mind him, Snips. Someone shoved a shock baton up his ass years ago and the medics never found a way to pull it out. Tragic, really.” Anakin Skywalker grins, arms loosely folded across his chest and leaning against the outside of his ship. “Ahsoka, this is Maul. We’ll be working with him and his people for the forseeable future.” It clicks suddenly where she’s heard both his name and that of his group before: Captain Maul of Clan Wren and his company are the only Mandalorian supercommandos who will actually work with the Jedi Council. At least, when they’re not busy with bodyguard or mercenary jobs. Part of that involves what is referred to -with some awe and a lot of fear- as ‘running the gauntlet’, a mandatory training course for any Padawans or Knights posted to or intending to spend a considerable amount of time in the barely-civilized regions of space. It’s been suspended since the war started in earnest, but if they’re going to be sticking around for a while...Well, the implications are pretty serious. And Ahsoka has somehow managed to ogle one of the most infamous hardasses this side of the Mid Rim. Fantastic. Really. Maul disposes of the stained towel and turns to face her properly, Ahsoka’s gaze staying determinedly on his face as they grip each other’s right forearms. He doesn’t pull back after a few seconds as Feral had, hand locking in place as he seems to peer into her soul.  “I will say this once. We are not like our evaar’la vod’e[young brothers]. We are not subservient to you, and I do not accept excuses or blatant disrespect.” A pause and a slight increase in pressure, just below the threshold of inflicting pain. “Are you ready, Ahsoka Tano?” “Yes, Captain.” She answers with a certainty that she can feel in her very bones, and is rewarded with the hint of a wry smile when he lets go. Well that’s...something. Master Kenobi clears his throat pointedly. Right. Mission briefing first. Sort out her feelings later. Still, she can’t help but look forward to whatever comes next. (A/N: *cracks knuckles* Well, that’s the first installment. A little vague on the details, but I’m hoping to elaborate on what’s been hinted at here relatively soon. The name of the supercommando company comes from the Legends novel Maul:Lockdown by Joe Schreiber. And yes, for fellow Rebels fans who are reading this thing: In this AU, Sabine and Tristan get three badass Zabrak-hybrid uncles and a fair amount of adopted cousins. (Which is entirely Savage’s doing.) I do believe that Anakin is a gifted mechanic, but also couldn’t resist the running joke of ‘Skywalker’s ships/anything he tinkers with only work for him and Artoo’. Cheers!) 

[windona]

Mand'alor Sabine AU for the ask game

I have yet to watch Sabine’s Mandalorian arc in Rebels so I am flying by the seat of my pants (and whatever gifs I saw) let’s have fun!

1) So Sabine already has the support of Fenn Rao, and the Mandalorians of Concord Dawn. She’s been working to fight the Empire. There’s nothing more Mandalorian than seeing the biggest force on the block and going ‘I’m gonna fight it’ so when push comes to shove the Mandalorians recognize it.

2) So she’s called Mand’alor Zuverd, or Mandalore the Artist. She paints a new future as well as her armor, and she manages to gain popularity with those who yearn for Mandalorian independence as well as young Mando’s who just think she’s rad.

3) But thanks to all the chaos Mandalore has been through, Mandalorians are a spread out bunch with a ton of factions. So while she keeps in touch with the Rebellion and helps out, they help her find other clans as she goes around to unite all Mandalorians. She needs help to do so covertly and to constantly train, which she does both with Fenn Rao and with Kanan so she’s better with the Dark Saber. She also works with Sabe and Bo-Katan.

4) While it’s incredibly Mandalorian to kick the ass of the biggest badass, she doesn’t always have to do so to win respect. Some clans see her cause as worthy, others want help with a problem. It’s a regular video game type of quest, is what I’m saying. Though she does run into trouble with hardcore Imperial Mando’s, or even ones who just don’t care what they do to survive and don’t think joining her will help.

5) In order to paint a new picture for Mandalore, she needs Mandalorians of all colors. In other words, she helps keep the factions together by establishing a Mandlorian council with reps from each clan, and has all of them swear to the Resol’nare. She also has to work out rules and government. This is not easy.