The Cosmos Feels Lonely ☆ The Mandalorian

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               "well, this is where we split, snips," Anakin smiled, cocking his eyebrow as he mischievously grinned at his padawan,"I know, it's sad you have to leave your masters side... But we'll be together soon, don't worry your little head about it."

"You aren't the one I'm going to miss, Master," Ahsoka Tano grinned, waving to Obi Wan Kenobi,"Goodnight, Master Kenobi!"

Smiling at the young one, Obi Wan waved back,"Goodnight, Ahsoka."

"Are you trying to be my padawans favourite?" Anakin sighed, feigning sadness as he drooped in his step, dragging his legs in a very un-Jedi like fashion.

Obi Wan would've scolded him for his antics, if a certain mongrel hadn't of practically pounced onto his back. Grabbing his shoulders, Lorave ended up lugging him out of the way in a dramatic fashion. Shoving him to the side, Kenobi fumbled with himself as he almost tripped on air. Correcting his stance, he began to massage his forehead.

Out of all the Jedi's he could've befriended, he had to have become attached to the two most dramatic ones.

"Oh, darling!" Lorave explained, her crystallised ears twitching slightly, as her beautiful tail reflected specks of light onto the walls surrounding them from the chandeliers hanging above,"I believe I'm the one who's your Padawans favourite!"

Snickering to herself, before heading down the other hallway that split off from the one the other three were continuing down, she turned around so that she walked backwards and was facing her Jedi superiors. Pointing at Anakin, she grinned slyly. An expression she had picked up and mimicked perfectly from Lorave.

"I'm sorry, Master," Ahsoka giggled,"But Master Lorave has you beat in the favourite department."

Turning around, she practically ran down the hallway, playing the oblivious card to Anakins searing eyes as he watched his padawan run away from the three of them after declaring Lorave, of all creatures, to be her favourite. He'd never tell her that, but he honestly felt quite hurt by the declaration. After all he'd done for her, and for what? To call Master Lorave her favourite? The audacity.

"Told you, sweetheart!" Lorave smiled, bumping her hip against his, causing Anakin to grumble in his step,"Kids just love me... you, on the other hand, are one."

"That's enough, Lorave," Obi Wan smiled, tugging on the girls shoulder,"I think you've punctured his ego enough, tonight."

"Oh, Obi!" Lorave smiled, ringing her arms around his, causing the man to look to the side in slight flusterment.g

Snickering to himself, Anakin watched the two of them from the corner of his eyes, feeling amiss from the lack of his senator standing by his side. It was against Jedi Orders code, forbidden really, for any of them to have attachments and possessions of their own. Although, it didn't seem to have stopped him from doing so.

Even Obi Wan had seemingly broken the law, Anakin could see it, the way he looked out after Lorave and his reactions to when she got touchy. Anakin couldn't tell if she was oblivious, liking it, or... perhaps Anakin was the naive one, the one oblivious to what was happening before his eyes.

Coming up to where he splits off, Anakin looked to his side, Lorave now smiling diligently and walking slightly in front of a bashful Kenobi. Pointing to a small hallway, where elevators were situated, he stepped away from the others.

"This is where I leave you two," Anakin smiled, pointing at Kenobi,"Don't get up to any mischief with your girlfriend."

"She's not my- my girlfriend!" Kenobi ushered loudly, looking up and down the hallway to make sure no one heard that but the three of them.

Smiling, Lorave winked at Anakin,"Say hello to Padmé from us!"

Blushing slightly, Anakin turned on his heel and rushed down the hallway, his right hand constantly fluffing up his hair and tugging at the back. Lorave and Kenobi watched after him, both knowing, neither snitching.

Turning around with a bright smile, her canines softly cut her lips, causing blood to build up like droplets as she continued to march forth. She didn't know about the blood slowly tricking down her pale face, until Kenobis hand swung in front of her with a handkerchief  in the palm of his gloved, encased hand. Turning to the man with a small beam of a smile, she plucked it from his palm and swiped at the blood.

"Damn canines," she mumbled to herself between the fabric of the handkerchief, making it come out slightly muffled.

Laughing to himself, Obi Wan watched as the door to another hallway came up, one leading to Loraves small quarters furthest from that door. Softly clenching his hand by his side, he grasped the doorknob and softly swung the door open for the elegant but slightly chaotic Jedi Master.

"Until tomorrow, Kenobi," Lorave smiled,"Ai vil dromme gon yu."

"Ai vil dromme gon yu," the man smiled, trying not to butcher Loraves language.

Smiling, Lorave disappeared down the hallway, as Obi Wan continued forth to inform the rest of the Jedi council about their mission. Entering her quarters, the mongrel hung up her two duel lightsabers onto the rack beside her bed. Pulling out the wooden chair at her creaky desk, the girl dropped down with a sigh.'

Rolling her right shoulder slightly, she could no longer feel the burn of the blaster shot that collided into her raw skin. Nothing but a simple red spot reminded her of the pain that she'd endured on that battlefield. Three of her men, gone, two she'd forced into the infirmary. They were her men, her soldiers. She wasn't going to listen to the stupid rule that they were just clones easily replaceable.

They are her people, and she's in charge of their safety.

Clicking on the messenger board, she'd turned the radios dial so that it was connected to her brothers. She secretly hoped a message would be on their, awaiting her beck and call. She was right, as soon enough, her younger brothers voice called out through a recorded message.

'Not long now, and your little niece will be born, Lorave.'

Smiling softly, she switched the recording, allowing a small, static image of her brother to pop up onto her desk.

'We have been arguing about names to call her, Solvexas won't give us a moment of peace, he keeps crying out for his mother to carry him... I don't think he's a fan of dear old dad carrying him around, I've tried to explain to him that mums too busy carrying his little sister, but he won't listen... please come home, your his favourite babysitter.'

Dragging his hand against his face, Lorave saw the shadows under his eyes, showing hours of non existent sleep. His hair now a tousled mess, probably from all the pulling, she guessed it hadn't of washed it in a while, either. Soon to be childbirth seems to be exciting.

'We have chosen to call her T'rialow,' Lorave smiled, seeming the love and adoration wash over her brothers face at the sound of his future daughters name,'Like your name, its unique. Therefore, no one will forget it whenever they hear it being called. It'll help her reputation as a Jedi, one day. The empire will be shivering in their boots when they hear her being called, just like they do when they hear you're coming.'

"T'rialow," Lorave smiled,"I like it."

"T'rialow."

"T'rialow!" Mando called out, hesitantly.

Turning around, the mongrel secured the door to the hut of where the children were hidden away within. The child situated inside, probably on Wintas lap, cooing away as oblivious as always to the danger happening around it. Pulling the goggles down so that they hung around her neck, she was able to see without the glare of the sun.

"Yeah?" she called.

"We're heading out, get everyone ready," the mandalorian notified, stepping away, he took a second to stand their and memorise her face like he'd done a thousand times, before rushing out after Cara into the looming woods.

This chapter was written in honour of May The Fourth Be With You and Bad Batch !!