Love Across The Stars (Aayla Secura x Male Reader)

Endor

3rd Person POV:

It had been two days since the Mandalorians landed here. The quiet planet filled by lush greenery, tall trees and calming rivers and streams. In a large clearing the Navy and silver-grey  AA-9 Freighter stood. battered and bruised, the right most engine all but torn apart. the ramp was open and it seemed a sizable camp was set up. Campfire, chairs and and even a small stream nearby, for...washing.  

We see Shmi is hanging laundry on a grappling line set from the ship to a tree. She wore a beige cloak. Happily humming a tune.Satine is wearing another pair of Bo's under Armour cloths. cold grey to match her sullen face, she sat in one of the chairs, prodding the smoldering fire place.

Near the AA-9 A ladder and small catwalk like structure was built and atop it lay (Y/N) (L/N) trying to fix the damage. Unfortunately it seems ships aren't his strong suit.

Shmi POV:

Okay. Laundry done.Okay Shmi your on a roll.

Id done the laundry, the ships interior was clean,sir (Y/N) and Lady Satine were fed. Its been two days since the events of Mandalore. It seems something happened because Sir (Y/N) hasn't been the same since, he's off somehow? I tried to ask, but didn't pry, it seemed like an experience that if I pried much more,  it would have been worse punishment than a thrashing.

i walked over to Sir (Y/N)'s make shift scaffold. He laid under his engine, tinkering, there was the light of a head lamp, but it was midday so I don't imagine it helped much.It had been five hours since I changed his wound. He was well enough to wear full Armour though.

"Sir (Y/N). May i change and clean your wound now?" I called from the bottom of the ladder.

"Shmi, I told you, you can call me (Y/N). And you cleaned it an hour ago." He chuckled.

"i realize Sir, I apologies...And its been five hours." I twiddle my fingers and look at the ground.

he crawls out the scaffold and down the ladder. He wore full Armour except the helmet, he wore a sort of goggles with a headlamp built in, looking like he had three eyes. His (H/C) hair was matted to his scalp from the sweat.his eyes, when he removed the goggles, were dark and tired.Has he not been sleeping?

"Shmi," He puts his hands on my shoulders.

"I'm fine, I'm Okay. Please...just...I need to get this ship working or Bo and deathwatch will find us.Go check on Satine, then take some rest." He begun to climb the ladder as he finished.

"Yes Sir..." i mumbled to myself

Satine POV:

He's still in my nightmares. That...thing...It saved me....but the sheer ferocity and violence, it was so uncivilized. to think that is the savagery that comes with the name Mandalorian, That is what I wish to change. the ugly face of violence and carnage...Little did I know it manifested so much in (Y/N), he was such a kind boy.

...Everything we'd been through, i cannot face him anymore...if I cannot, I must escape...But how?...

My thoughts were interrupted by the nice, dark haired woman, who seemed to be only slightly older than me, she had kind eyes,unlike (Y/N), she spoke in a smooth soothing voice,unlike (Y/N). She was kind and gentle and relaxing,Unlike (Y/N).

He was tired, his eyes, massive black holes of pain.

His voice, course, broken from the bedeviled  war cry of anger and rage.

He was tired and flaccid in movement, yet tense at the same time, he struggled to get the ship fixed and it took its toll on him.

She sits next to me,on another stomp. She looks at me but I still averted my eyes.Im not strong enough for this. She tries to be nice, so I suppose I should return the favor.Can't have too many friends right now.