A Good Thing

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Chapter 19

-firsts-

Winta was practically vibrating with excitement. She had never been off world before and even though Din had warned her that Nevarro wasn't that interesting, she couldn't wait to see it. They were only taking Cara home, it wasn't a sightseeing trip. But he supposed for a child that had never seen anything beyond her corner of Sorgan, it was exciting.

As they prepared to take off, Omera sitting beside him in the other seat, Winta hovered behind him taking in everything he did. Even though she was probably too young to teach to fly, he still narrated what he was doing for her.

"Here, Winta, flip that switch."

She reached over and did as he asked. "What did that do?"

"Look at this." He pointed to a display screen. "It ran a diagnostic of all life support systems, see it's saying everything is within normal ranges. And that... here push that one."

"The display changed! What's a... vertical thruster?"

"It's part of the propulsion system, it helps us go faster. This is checking all the different thruster engines and propulsion systems. And... they look good. Just one more thing to do before we can go."

"Name her?"

Din smiled at her enthusiasm. Apparently the Death Watch hadn't bothered to register their ships with the Old Republic, the Empire or the New Republic. Like the Crest, this ship was a ghost. Not only was she unregistered, she apparently hadn't seen enough action to warrant a proper name. Either that or Bo-Katan had erased any data before handing her over. He thought the latter more likely, but she couldn't go around called by a factory number.

He had given it a lot of thought over the last two weeks. Winta thought they should give her a Mandalorian name and he liked that idea. It was thinking about his family, his life here and the future, both with them and for his people that had given him the idea. Maybe it was a little on the nose but Din liked it. Besides, Bo-Katan's Kom'rk was called the Gauntlet. Kom'rk was Mando'a for Gauntlet. He was at least more creative than whoever had chosen that.

"Yes." Reaching up to the dash, he punched in the name he'd chosen.

"Cin Vhetin. What does it mean?"

"Fresh start or... clean slate." Sitting back in his seat, he propped his chin on his hand and waited for their responses.

Winta looked thoughtful but Omera was smiling across the cockpit at him. "I like it."

"Hmm. I like it too. Cin Vhetin. It sounds cool."

A muffled laugh escaped past his hand and he punched in the commands to make it permanent. "Good. Alright, are you ready?"

Omera laughed and stood, wiping her hands on her pants. "Here, sweetheart. You can sit here and watch, I'll go back and sit with Cara."

She flopped into the other seat with a 'woop' and buckled herself in.

"Ready, Dad!"

Laughing to himself, he took the controls and they were off.

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It was surreal walking through Nevarro without his beskar. He was a known entity as Mando in Nevarro and he didn't want any potential enemies still lurking around the city to connect him to his family or his new ship. Not yet anyway. The last thing he needed was someone recognizing him and following them home.