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#17 "There is just something about him."

You changed out of the metal bikini and back into your regular black tank top and black pants with a pair of tall military-style boots.

Indigo raised an eyebrow at you. "You never were one for wearing anything fancy were you?"

"Only when I had to." You tossed her a bread roll and took a seat in the pilot seat waiting to hear from the Mando. You flip open your communicator and stare at it, thinking you can just make it do something by looking at it.

"You must really like him." Indigo said softly.

"There is just something about him. You can't even understand, Indigo. Hell, I don't even understand it myself. But he is kind, he is quiet, yet when he does speak... It means so much more than just the words he says."

Indigo shook her head, "I take it back, you don't like him. You love him."

"Indigo, you have lost your mind. You know I am not one of those girls." You took a bite of the bread and tried to put the thoughts of love and affection out of your mind. Because if you let yourself feel that love if you let down those walls. Then you would start to panic, you would start to freak out because he was not back yet.

You open the communicator again, "Mando..." Static. "Mando, please." Static. " Gedet'ye." You said please in Mando'a again hoping for a miracle. "Ni liser va sarna gar." The phrase fell from your lips. You were not sure when you learned how to say 'I can't lose you' in Mando'a but it was there in your head somewhere.

The communicator buzzed. You clicked it and said please one more time. Then very faintly you heard. "Ni cuyir olar." You let out a sob and covered your face as tears flowed. He was alive.

Indigo raised an eyebrow. "So... Mando'a huh?"

"I said I can't lose you. He replied with, 'I am here.' That means he is alive, Indigo!"

After another two hours had passed and still no sight of him, and no further communication, your excitement has worn off.