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Koyi walked the interior of the ship. Mando had kicked her out of the cockpit, mumbling about a call he needed to make. She thought it would have been fine to be present but didn't want to argue, so she took the child and explored. She guided him in his carrier, her hand on the edge as she dragged him beside her whenever she moved. She took the time to run her hands over the welded wall, finding clear differences between the ones she welded and the ones Kuiil welded. The child cooed beside her as she pulled him back towards the cockpit. "Mando? I'm coming up!"
Koyi pushed up the carrier over the lip of the ladder. She climbed up beside him before the doors opened, Mando watching as she went and sat down. The ship slowed as it dropped from lightspeed, Mando moving his gloved hands over the controls. Koyi leaned back in her chair as the Child glanced over the lip of the carrier.
She smiled as she watched him leave, deciding that she didn't need to interfere. He dropped down softly and gave a curious look to Koyi. She nodded before turning away. The panel lit up and gave a soft beep at the indication of a call. The Mandalorian pressed a button. The holo image glowed and trilled as it took the shape of a man.
"Mando. I've received your transmission. Wonderful news. Upon your return, deliver the quarry directly to the client." The man chuckled, "I have no idea if he wants to eat it or hang it on his wall, but he's very antsy." The Child climbed up beside the image and reached for the end of the main control handle. He took the knob off and leaned back. "Safe passage! You know where to find me."
As he tried to stuff it in his mouth Koyi sat up and reached for him. Mando caught the Child first and promptly took the control knob away from him. "It's not a toy."
Koyi pushed the carrier closer as he grabbed the Child by the back of his clothing. As he put the kid down he turned towards Koyi. She could feel his eyes along with the frustration. "Calm down, the kid will be out of your hands in a little while, the transmission man said so himself."
The Child cooed as Mando turned away. Koyi scooted back into her chair, reaching up to her necklace to toy with the crystal on the end. She hardly wore it recently, on account of the work she had been doing for Kuiil and didn't want to lose it, but often it was close by, hidden away with her pieces of beskar.
"He's part of the bounty-hunting guild. You might meet him at some point." Knowing that he wouldn't want a verbal reply she simply nodded. Mando brought the ship closer to the planet after a long time of silence. Once safely within the atmosphere, she moved off her chair, leaning over the Mandalorian's seat to watch as he maneuvered the ship, carefully placing it down on the rough surface.
She was accustomed to the warmth some planets provided and was excited to see the rivers of lava crisscrossing the terrain. She was eager to follow Mando out. She quickly slipped on her holster bag and jacket before she climbed down behind him. Her hand found comfort in holding the lip of the Child's carrier. The air was rough in the shipyard from the different vessels coming in or leaving the planet. Koyi stood close to the Mandalorian, making sure to not stray away when she didn't know her way around. He walked with confidence. She guessed that the bounty was hefty because if not why was he so eager to hand off the kid.
They passed several standoffish-type buildings, all grimy and slightly rundown. That was all she could expect from such a far-off planet. The one building that stood out was the cantina, she knew from the smells alone that that was what it was. She didn't have time to get a good look in before Mando turned. The quiet conversations they had passed earlier turned loud. A marketplace. Koyi was amazed by all the different people she saw. Passing by several stalls of clothing or foods that she was tempted to stop at. But as they walked further in she shivered and pulled up her shirt collar, catching sideways glances from anyone she passed. Whether it be odd looks towards Mando or her, the discomfort was always present. Her amazement disappeared, replaced with anxiety as she moved her hair around to try and hide her deformed lekku beneath it.
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She Isn't a Saint -- The Mandalorian
Fanfiction| This is cross posted on AO3 | Koyi made a promise. It was her hope to fulfill it that kept her alive through the hardest parts of her life. Now she is able to finish it. She isn't made to settle and watch as the sun sets every night and rises ever...
