A girl with a forgotten past tries to find her place in a galaxy far, far away.
The gods smile down at them. Even if the Mandalorians and Jedi were enemies through most of their history, groups consisting of Mandalorians and Jedi are far more common...
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The Mandalorian starts to slightly panic upon noticing the blood slowly dropping of the girl's head, painting the floor beneath her crimson.
He quickly looks her over for a wound, finding one on the back of her head. It looks like the Mon Calamari put a lot of strength into his punch. Luckily the girl's head didn't crack open, instead there is only a laceration. It probably doesn't need stitches, but some bacta wouldn't be too bad.
The warrior picks up the girl, placing her next to the wall. After making sure that her wound doesn't touch the probably dirty wall he picks up his blaster, setting it on kill again.
Three fast shoots end his current hunt.
He takes the proof of elimination, putting it into the bag attached to his side.
Only seconds later the Mandalorian sticks his with beskar covered head out of the alleyway, looking from left to right to make sure that no one saw or noticed him.
Mando walks back to the girl, only now noticing the silver and gold metal hilt next to her that is probably one of her possessions. It doesn't look familiar to him but he picks it up anyway, attaching it to his belt. The warrior then proceeds to pick up the girl, shifting her in his arm to not accidentally let her fall down. Her head falls against his chest as he tightens his grip on her.
I have to find the woman from earlier, he decides, assuming that they are related to each other or at least friends from the way they acted around each other.
The Mandalorian makes his way back to the market, getting a number of curious looks. Of course he does. It's definitely not a common thing to see a Mandalorian carry an unconscious girl around.
Normally the gazes of others just jump right off of him. He doesn't care what other people think about him or that they look at him with hate and fear in their eyes. Mando's problem with the people that are staring at him is that they look at the girl in his arms. He shifts her around slightly, trying to hide her face from the townspeople. He doesn't know whether he can trust them with knowing who the girl is or not and he doesn't want to take any chances.
The Mandalorian let's out a sigh of relief as he arrives at the market. His gaze is set onto the booth he saw the girl at earlier, walking up to it without sparing the people or the market another look. He just hopes that the small, tanned woman is still there, maybe making some of the pastries he saw her sell earlier.
Mando sighs heavily as he arrives at the booth. Of course the woman is gone, he is just that lucky.
The warriors gaze travels over the market, his eyes under his visor focusing on a man standing at the fountain in the middle of the market.
