The Cosmos Feels Lonely ☆ The Mandalorian

20

"Bad news, you can't live here anymore," was the first thing Mando announced after he and Cara returned from their scouting of the raiders.

Sitting on the porch beside them, T'rialows eyes were wide behind her goggles, her lips apart in a shaken expression. Underneath her cloak, was a shaking form of a little girl who grew up too fast after seeing an imperial walkers beady red eyes starring down at her as the screams of her parents shattered the silence of the night.

She wanted to say something, to object what Mando and Cara were explaining to these krill farmers. But, she was stuck. T'rialow as she is now was shoved to the back of her mind, as her younger self took over her body like a machine and made her remember everything about that night. Every glinting angle of that two legged robotic creature just appeared like aggressive snapshots.

"I know this is not the news you wanted to hear," Cara tried to explain,"but there are no other options."

"You took the job!" A man questioned amongst the crowd.

"That was before we knew about the AT-ST," Cara huffed,

"What is that?" He questioned, making T'rialow realise that they had no idea what they were up against.

"The armorer walker with two enormous guns that you knew about and didn't tell us," Cara argued.

"We have no where to go," Omera called out, making T'rialow bring forth her face from looking at the ground so that her eyes may settle on the young family.

"Sure you do," Cara speculated,"This is a big planet. I mean I've seen a lot smaller."

Suddenly stepping away from her mothers side, Cara walked up to T'rialow bearing the child in her small arms. It coed softly at the sight of its favourite mongrel, as T'rialow reached up and softly traced its green cheek with her scaling claw. Something whispered that she was going to hurt it, but she was unafraid, for her gentle actions ensured nothing hurtful.

"Please help us," Winta whispered,"You're my only hope, T'rialow."

Shifting so that the hood of her cloak fell away, allowing her bundle of crystallised hair to bounce and waver around her face. The action softly caught everyone's attention, as they looked away from the rebel shooter and Mandalorian to her and her alone. She knew what it was like to loose a family, to loose a home, and she'd never wish that upon anyone, not even those she mosts despise.

"Don't listen to them!" T'rialows voice called out, a wisp of authority in her tone, ceasing all murmurs of chattering amongst the people,"You want to save your farm? Than you have to save it yourself. You can't always depend on a Mandalorian and a mercenary to be at your beck and call."

Those that could, braved themselves to cheer for the feral warrior standing before her. Their firsts raising to the skies, their stomps making little ripples on the ponds appear. Whilst, the quiet ones spoke amongst themselves, sounds of happiness splitting through their hushed words.

"You want to save your home!" T'rialow called out, placing a hand softly over Wintas ears,"Than we'll show those bastards who's boss!"

"Yeah!" All the farmers suddenly cheered, making T'rialow wince in surprise of the noise, her ears ringing from the pounding of their feet on the dusty path.

Letting go of Wintas ears, T'rialow smiled down at her and softly pushed her on the back, beckoning her to bound down the steps towards her mother. Omera stared up at T'rialow with wide eyes, a soft smile on her beautiful face. Looking out at the crowd, she felt pride in what she had done.

She gave them what they wanted to hear, now, its time to fulfil her promise.

"What the hell are you thinking?" Cara scolded, as T'rialow turned around to face them, a smile on her lips,"You're just giving them false hope."

"What is hope, if not fuel for a fight?" T'rialow stated, calmly, as she leaned against the rod beside her.

Scowling at the sight, Cara Dune almost felt jealous of T'rialows pride in what she had done. Normally it was her that the people were cheering on, not some sly wolf who's managed to escape every trap set out in front of her by force of will. She was strarting to realise what mando saw in her, fire, like a sunset inferno.

"I know what it is like to loose a village," T'rialow growled,"I will not stand ideally by and allow that to happen to these people, knowing I could've done something."

"Its stupid," Cara pointed out,"Have you even gone up against an imperial walker!"

"No," T'rialow smirked, watching as Cara froze up at her reply.

Feeling a headache start to pound inside her skull, Cara began to massage her forehead,"Your telling me that you initiated a fight with something you've never fought before."

"Precisely," T'rialow hummed, feeling the wind bellow past her and sweep up her crystallised hair.

"Mando," Cara huffed,"What do you think?"

Suddenly snapping out, T'rialow snarled at the two standing before her, feeling her pride being tested by the words of a mandalorian. They didn't need his word on this plan, if it wasn't for her, he would've been dead in a ditch a couple of times throughout the past year. If they didn't believe in her, trust in her enough to go through with what she had planned, then they could leave for all she cared.

"I can do this with or without your help, state your terms, or leave."