Under the Beskar

The Hunter and The Warning

Felucia is notorious for its heat and humidity. Most days are steaming and unforgiving, but today the mugginess is not as fierce as it usually is. The scent of the morning air smells of the numerous nysillin farms nearby. There aren't any major ports or hangars in this town, but the mechanic is able to repair and fuel most starships that land here.

Nia and the Mandalorian pass a few small circular dome-like buildings. There are a couple of stores, a cantina and inn, as well as a small school as they see children outside playing. Some of them walk up from behind and follow them at a distance along the dirt road, dazzled by the injured foreigner in the beskar helmet.

Many of the dome houses have residents doing chores in their yards who casually nod and smile as they pass by. Even though the sight of a Mandalorian is extremely rare, yet this town is no stranger to the occasional drifter who pass by on their journey through the cosmos.

NIA'S POV

While this man is a bounty hunter, and she is a wanted fugitive who counterfeits chain codes, yet she is itching to find out about what happened to The Tribe, and she is positive that this man might have the information she has been seeking. In spite the fact that there is nothing familiar about him, other than perhaps the sound of his husky voice, yet she feels that they've probably never met before. She would've remembered his abrasive attitude and bitterness. Yet there is also something appealing about him. A strong, capable, and powerful warrior is quite tempting.

"I should introduce you to our mechanic. He has all of your possessions that were scattered throughout the crash site," Nia tells him as they travel through the streets of the village.

"This place is quite busy," the Mandalorian finally says.

"Yes. It's a very peaceful town and the people have been welcoming and friendly ever since I arrived," Nia replied.

"How long have you lived here?"

"Almost two years now. May I ask where you're from?"

"You still haven't told me how you knew the Tribe."

"Is that your covert?"

"It was."

"Have you heard the name Yavanna?"

DIN'S POV

Surely there were many others with that name throughout the galaxy, but to Din it felt too close to home. He has heard that name before, many years ago, but it's been so long that he thought he may have dreamt about it. His life has flown by so fast and agonizingly slow at the same time. There are portions of his past that he can easily regard simply as his imagination. Yet he's a practical person, he typically concentrates on what is real, and what he can see or touch with own eyes and hands.

"What's the last name?" He asked.

"Why? Unless you are going to look up a chain code, I don't think it's necessary."

"That name sounds familiar," he clarifies. "Where did you hear it?"

"Ni kar'taylir birov kebise (I know many things)" Nia speaks in Mando'a.

"Gar jorhaa'ir te joha (you speak the language)?" He says calmly with a slight bit of surprise in his voice.

"Elek, bal or'atu (Yes, and more)," she replied.

"How?" He asked in Basic this time.

"I thought it would be obvious to you. A Mandalorian taught me. I also know two others fluently. I'm very interested in languages. It's a useful tool."

"Something tells me you're not telling me the whole truth."

"This is coming from a nameless, faceless man who still hasn't told me where he's from."