A Good Thing

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Chapter 29

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Din put his ship down, guns facing the old transport cruiser. Migs and Cara were in the hold, ready to go and he stood to meet Omera. She wore a tight expression, blaster on her hip and his helmet in her hands.

"If any of them try to run..." She nodded and handed him his helmet. With her hands free, she reached up and kissed him fiercely.

"Go save our daughter, Din. And make that bitch pay for ever thinking she could hurt us."

Pulling his helmet down over his face, he nodded and with one last press of cool beskar to her forehead, he left.

As he walked through the ship, he felt all of the pain and fear for Winta burn into the same wrath he felt when he'd fought Gideon. He drew it around him, allowing it to fuel his strength and focus. Taking his new blaster from Cara, the three of them set off for the abandoned mining town.

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It was taking longer for her Dad to get there than the purple lady had apparently imagined. Winta wasn't worried. She knew he would come, maybe he was waiting for Cara or that Bo-Katan lady. He was smarter than she was giving him credit for.

The longer it took, the more anxious the mean purple lady got, pacing around the room and snarling at anyone that spoke to her. Thankfully she mostly ignored Winta. Unfortunately, the others were also getting restless and that meant some of them did pay attention to her. Especially the Anzati.

Ret, that was what everyone called the giant man, had chosen to sit near her as he fiddled with his rifle. Every time the Anzati looked like he was about to slink over and try a sample of her soup, Ret pointed his blaster at him and glared hard. Winta wasn't sure if it was because of the plan to wait or for something else but she was glad he was there anyway.

After a few hours, she started to get curious. With no one close enough to pay attention to them at the moment, Winta inched closer and whispered to get his attention. When he raised a brow and looked down at her, she cast one last glance around the room before speaking.

"Where did you learn Mando'a?"

"From my Buir. Like you."

Winta watched him carefully as he glared around the room. "Are you a Mandalorian?"

He didn't answer right away, as if he wasn't sure of the answer. Finally he did. "Yes."

"Where's your beskar'gam? Your helmet?"

Another long stretch of silence as he glared at her. "It was stolen. Some shabuir thought they killed me and peeled it from my body like thieving Jawas. They were wrong and someday I will make them pay."

Tilting her head to the side, she glared back at him. "Is that why you're here? Do you want to steal my Dad's beskar? Because if that's so, you're gonna be disappointed. It won't fit. You're huge."

Snorting, he peered down at her, amused. "That so?"

"And what does, shabuir mean?"

He bit back a laugh. "It's a very rude thing to call someone."

She hummed thoughtfully. "Worse than dank ferrik?"

Another laugh tried to erupt. "I'd say so. You know, you should really tell me his name. I might know him."

Winta was suddenly not as amused as he was. She only glared harder. "Why do you care? You're just gonna try to kill him anyway."

"Honestly you're right not to tell me. Even if I wasn't an enemy. He is raising you well. Based on everything that crazy Twi'lek has said I think I have a pretty good idea anyway. That is why I'm here. I'm trying to find what's left of my tribe. My clan."