mandalore martyr | mando x poe

03

Of course, the Mand'alor didn't speak to Poe. He only turned to leave the room, the pilot hurrying to follow. The man being of a larger stature and three inches taller made it a little difficult to keep up. Surprisingly, the Mand'alor turned around to check on him. Once he had noticed, he slowed down, allowing Poe to walk beside him.

They had walked down the long corridor for a few moments in silence.

"Can I ask why you don't take it off?"

There was a beat of silence.

"Your helmet, I mean." Poe added.

"This is the way." The Mand'alor spoke with finality.

"But the others don't wear it."

The mandalorian had faltered. "...That's different."

Their conversation was cut off by arriving at their destination.

The armorer had more extravagant armor than that of her leader's. Gorgeous golden plates of beskar with a long cape made up of bronze fur, of what creature, Poe could not determine.

"Greetings, Mand'alor." She greeted with a kind voice that could easily be regarded as powerful. "Is this your Kar'taylir darasuum?"

"Nayc. Kaysh cuyir not." The Mand'alor growled. Poe easily detected venom in his tone, to which he slightly reeled away from instinctively.

The armorer's visor turned to look at the pilot blankly, analyzing something.

"Pehea bid?" She asked, tilting her helmet clad head. Poe shuffled his feet, feeling completely out of the loop. He guessed he might as well get used to it.

"Drop it, please." The Mand'alor spoke with a gruff voice. It didn't sound like a plea, more like an order, to which the armorer didn't address. She instead, turned to face the pilot.

"I accept you into the tribe with open arms, commander." She extended her arms in welcome, before waving her hand towards herself.

Poe recognized the gesture, quickly walking towards her, wanting to put as much distance as he could between himself and his betrothed.

"Shall we get started with measurements?" The armorer didn't wait for anyone to speak before she grabbed a long, thin strip of cloth adorned with hatch marks.

Her gloved hands didn't linger on Poe's form for very long. Measuring with quick precision as the Mand'alor moved to stand behind Poe, watching him in the large mirror.

"Where are you from, commander?" She was measuring his sleeve length, looking back towards the Mand'alor when she spoke. It was like she was silently asking "Am I allowed to talk to him?" in a mocking manner.

Poe reluctantly spoke up. He tried not to eye either of the mandalorians, watching his own reflection instead.

"Yavin." He spoke up.

"Ah," She wrapped the cloth around his wrist gently. "Any family attending the union?" She tilted her head up towards him.

"No."

"Any reason as to why, my dear?" The armorer tapped her gloved fingers lightly against her chest plate as her visor was turned towards Poe's shoulders.

"I... They're just gone." Poe supplied reluctantly. Her fast fingers faltered minutely at that, before quickly going back to work on measuring Poe's shoulder seam.

"Well, General Organa will be there. From what I gather, you two seem rather close?" Poe could hear the reassuring smile in her voice.

Poe didn't say anything as the Mand'alor moved to stand beside the armorer. His eyes met the leader's visor before quickly looking away, instead choosing to stare at his own reflection again.

It looked just as worse as it had that morning. His eyes seemed nearly sunken in from lack of sleep while his shoulders looked like a marionette doll's, drooping curves rather than straight lines. He didn't look much like he had just a day prior. He was bright the day before, content. Now he looked like a prisoner who'd been on death row for half of his life.

"Commander Dameron?"

He snapped out of it, giving one last look at his ghostly reflection before turning towards the armorer.

"I asked on your close relation with General Organa."

"We were close. Not anymore." He murmured.

She hummed quietly in thought for a moment, turning to look in the Mand'alor's direction. "Well, I'm sure your spouse will allow her to visit."

"That's not it. We had an argument." He said simply and reluctantly, seeing as he had only just met the two mandalorians moments ago. The Mand'alor's head snapped towards Poe the instant it was said, though he didn't speak a word.

"Ah, well. I'll be there for you." The armorer spoke proudly. Poe narrowed his eyes at her visor, confused by her words.

"What, you think I'll be there for this man? Not a chance." She pointed her finger to her leader, who stood at her left, with a tilt of her helmet. A smile was evident in her voice.

She stepped back after looking at him quietly for a few moments before clapping her gloved hands together.

"I have the perfect color for you already in mind."

She quickly pointed a finger at him. "Though don't ask what it is, it's a surprise."

The golden mandalorian moved towards a set up of intricate jewelry. She grabbed at a few before moving towards the pilot.

"I thought you might like this one." She hummed, handing him a ring. It was silver with intricate designs, but what caught Poe's eye was a deep and vibrant orange stone in it's center. He traced his thumb over it, shivering at how cold it felt.
"A ring such as this is worn on your right middle finger. It's traditional for the spouse of a mandalorian to wear it."

BB-8.

"Hm?" The armorer tilted her head.

Had he said that out loud?

"It, uh, reminds me of my time in the military." He tripped over his words as he kept his eyes on the piece of jewelry.

"BB-8?" She asked. Poe would call it prying but with this complete stranger, he didn't entirely mind the question.

"A droid. Someone I'm going to miss." His smile was melancholic as he placed the band on his finger. It fit perfectly.