Mila wakes to find herself a captive in a storage bunker alone, with no knowledge of who she is or how she got there . Until she finds a little green baby, who might help in solving her questions. Add a Mandalorian in to the mix and you have the sto...
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Mila had come to the conclusion that she hated this planet with a passion, for a desert island it sure could rain. The planet was either to hot or absolutely freezing and wet. Huffing, she huddled in to herself bringing her arms to her chest; the cart that she sat on was being pulled by something Kuiil called a Blurrg. The rain had completley saturated her dress and her hair was sticking to her face in wet strands.
Hearing the girls teeth chattering, the mandalorian looked behind him to see her shivering. Sighing he pulled his cape off his back and passed it over to the girl. Glaring at him, Mila debated on whether to take it, until a gust of wind blew over her and quickly snatched it from his grasp. Quickly covering herself, she soon realized it didn't do much with it already being soaking wet but at least it was something. "Thanks." She muttered begrudgingly. She didn't here a response from him, only a grunt of acknowledgment.
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"Greetings!" She jumped awake at the words spoken in Jawa. Realizing she fell asleep sitting up, she slowly stretched her aching back. Looking down she saw the baby was resting in her lap but as they got closer to the Jawas, he scurried over to the side of the cart to observe the cloaked creatures. Looking from behind the mandalorian she had a little nose herself, she watched as they all scuttled about, screaming and grabbing their weapons. "They really don't like you for some reason." Kuill mentioned over his shoulder. "It might be because he disintegrated a few of them." Mila piped up, raising an eyebrow at the mandalorian when he looked over his shoulder; most likely to glare through his visor at her.
"You need to drop your rifle." Kuill advised, bringing the Blurrg to a stop. "I'm a mandalorian. Weapons are part of my religion."
Kuill turned around to face the hunter, "then you are not getting your parts back." Seeing the Jawas take aim towards him. "Fine." He sighed, placing his rifle down next to him on the cart. Heaving himself out the cart he was met with a Jawa pointing his gun at him, bickering something to him in its language. "And your blaster."Kuill said, motioning towards where the gun rested. The mandalorian looked down at him in exasperation. Without waiting for him, Kuill walked over towards the Jawas conversing with them. In annoyance the he threw his blaster down next to his rifle. The mandalorian looked at the girl, "Stay here." he ordered. "And don't get any ideas. You'll need more than a blaster to get away from me."
Shaking her head at him and giving him a dirty look, "I wouldn't dream of it." she replied sarcastically. Sighing he turned back around and walked off towards the Jawas leaving the girl and child in the cart. Watching Kuill and the hunter converse with the Jawas, Mila absentmindedly stroked the childs head. Cooing at the feeling, he looked up at her smiling.
"They will trade all the parts for the Beskar." She heard Kuill translate. "I'm not trading anything, they are my parts. They stole them from me." The mandalorian ground out. The Jawa said something to him which he tried replying back in broken Jawa. Trying to stop herself from laughing with the Jawas, she brought her hand up to her mouth. "You speak terrible Jawa, You sound like a wookie." She heard the leader say and they all started laughing again. That was until the mandalorian had had enough of being laughed at, "You understand this!" and set his flame thrower off towards the Jawas. Kuill grabbed his arm in panic as the Jawas scrambled away to escape the heat. "Woah woah, easy!"
