That man in Beskar [The Mandalorian x OC]

XVI. Carla Satri

[Quick A/N: lots of Italian in this one. You will find the translation in the comments, as always]

*3rd person point of view*

Carla Satri was always a simple woman. Her life is based of habitual actions.
She likes to wake up early, clean around the house and get to work. She returns home for dinner, washes her clothes and reads a bit before sleeping.

She has a nice little bakery near the cargo terminal that's always packed with merchants who just finished a shipment or are about to start one.
Thank to her job she is able to meet all kind of species, which is great for her hobby: learning new languages.
She loves to know at least the basic phrases of many different languages, it makes her feel connected to all the galaxy.
Everywhere she goes she never gets lost, dealing with people is her superpower.

She also loves to slip in words of her native language whenever she talk, no matter what language she is speaking. To her its really important to keep her origins alive, and she would always remind her daughter to do the same.

Her daughter, she is her joy. Carla hasn't seen her in a long time, since she was recruited as a Padawan by a Jedi named Luke Skywalker.
Sure, they often called each other, but it wasn't the same.
When Kaira was with her, her life was fuller. They would help each other at home and sometimes even in the bakery. Carla wasn't completely happy to see her only daughter leave their home, but she knew she had to let her go. It was her legacy. She understood.

Carla Satri knew that Obi-Wan Kenobi was a Jedi. Not right away, but soon after they started dating. She was immediately captured by the kindness of his eyes, and melt in their blueness. She loved how a gentleman he always was, from the day they met to the last they spent together.

What Obi-Wan admired the most about her was her pride. She was proud of her origins, her job, her looks,... She was proud of herself.
And she could stand up to anyone, from a client who rudely bossed her around to the most important figures in the galaxy,but she always did it with respect.

The two immediately got along well, and not long after Kaira was born. The girl had been through a lot, but there she was, a mature and responsible Jedi Master, who always fought for the greater good. Always serious and focused on her tasks. But this slightly changed now that she finally got to know something about her father. She knew most of Obi-Wan Kenobi's story, but she still missed a few things. And to discover them she needed her mother.

*Kaira's point of view *

During the trip I slept for a bit, and I asked BB-4 to wake me when we were almost there.
My Droid-best friend does as I said as he beeps towards me.
I open my eyes and adjust my position on the pilot's seat.
In the corner of my eye I see Din looking outside with Grogu on his lap.

I look in front of me, and I see the familiar golden-colored planet.
"Okay, we're going to land on Anchorhead in a few minutes. Piccolo, put your seat belt on"
The Mandalorian helps him as I begin to approach the land.

The Spark touches the ground in a cloud of fine sand, and my group and I come down the ladder to the heat of my hometown.
I leave BB-4 near the ship with some credits to refuel it, I trust he will do anything to guard the Spark.
I start walking with Din and Grogu on my side.

We pass the crowd to see the small bakery my mother owns, but it's late, it's already closed.
"Here works my mother" I point to the shop "Best pastries of the planet, you'll taste some and you'll agree"
Grogu seems excited by the idea
"Soup!"
"No, piccolo, even better than soup! Now let's go, my mom is home already"

As we reach the block of small houses I lived my childhood in I smile at the sight of the unchanged features of the buildings.
I see a lot of people that I know an I wave at them, some recognize me and some not. We arrive at the door of my house.