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 dozed on and off since settling down on the Razor Crest and the baby who was still resting on her lap was more than happy to sit there and play with his ball but soon like any other child - he got bored playing with the same thing. Feeling dissatisfied, he looked up at Mila letting out a load whine when he saw that her eyes were still closed. Getting impatient, he used the front of her dress to lift himself up on her lap and lifted his hand up towards her face; intending on waking her up. But he was lifted up by the back of his tunic before he could reach her."No, no, let her sleep." Letting out a frustrated cry, the baby stuck his arms out to try and grab a hold of the womans hair; one last bid to wake her up. The mandalorian deposited the baby down on to his console, deciding to entertain him for the time being.
The baby couldn't help but get distracted by all the lights and buttons that covered the entire console, the temptation to press something was too much and so he pressed whatever button was closest to him. Hearing a swoosh fill the ship, the mandalorian looked down at the child and counteracted his button pressing with one of his own. Pressing another button, the child jumped when the mandalorian spoke. "Stop touching things." He scolded.
The baby peered up at him, unbothered by the reprimand - slowly lent back and while keeping eye contact with the mandalorian, he pressed another button. The ship violently shook, making the mandalorian grab the baby and press a few buttons to get the ship back to normal. Sighing he rested the baby in his lap, keeping a tight hold of him so he didn't try and escape.
Mila was violently shook awake and realized the entire ship was shaking, but as soon as it had started it stopped. "Lets see, Sorgan." She heard the mandalorian speak up, so standing up she moved to stand just behind his chair, not giving away that she was awake yet. "Looks like there's no star port, no industrial centers, no population density. Real backwater skug hole. Which means it's perfect for us. You ready to lay low and stretch your legs for a couple of months, you little womp rat?"
Shaking her head, she couldn't help but interrupt. "You did not just call him a womp rat." She chided. At hearing her voice , the baby moved his head to look around the mandalorian and a toothy smile took over his face when he caught a glimpse of Mila. He threw his arms out towards her with a sharp cry, demanding to be held. So with a soft smile, she gently reached over and scooped him out the mandalorians hold. Gently scoffing the mandalorian observed. "Well I guess we can tell who his favorite is." Rolling her eyes at the man, she couldn't help but quip back. "I'm not the one calling him a womp rat."
"He doesn't seem to mind." He argued back. Mila couldn't help but laugh, "thats because he doesn't know what a womp rat is." She started. "I know what one is and he isn't one. Are you sweetling? No you're not..." she insisted, turning her attention to the child halfway through her statement and bringing him up to face her so she could place a kiss on his cheek. The mandalorian shook his head at the happy squeeling the baby made at her attention. Placing the baby on her hip, she let him nibble at her fingers while she spoke to the mandalorian. "So where is it that we're going?"
