Heir of Mandalore

Chapter 6: Reconciliation

Aeja -

"You're weak." Ragnar laughed, holding out a hand and lifting me up from the floor.

"Ha ha ha." I rolled my eyes, "Di'kut."

"Watch your tone, princess." he pointed at me. "I am your future husband and you'll treat me as such."

"Oh, I'm sorry, your majesty! Let me just rub your feet and make yourself comfortable!" I state sarcastically.

He smirked, "Doesn't sound too bad."

"You've been training a lot longer than me, of course, you'll beat me at a match."

"That's your excuse every time you lose to me." he snickered. "I'm surprised you even made it through the Verd'goten."

"My dad helped me train."

"Then you stopped? Hmm, what kind of Mandalorian are you?"

"Whatever." I scoffed.

"She'll get it one of these days." Eros laughed, walking down from the stands.

The two clasped hands. "How's the prince?"

"Busy."

"Ah, I see," Ragnar smirked.

Eros snickered, "Came by to see my sister get tumbled to the ground."

"Goodie," I muttered, putting my vibroblade away.

"You'll get it, vod." he smiled, "I don't mean to intrude on your courting, do you mind if I have a little chi-chat with Ragnar?"

I looked up at my partner. "He's all yours, vod." I waved my hand through the air.

The two warriors walked off leaving me to my lonesome. The target practice centered at the far edge of the room which I decided to turn on one of the HK-87s. Some were refurbished after a couple tried to take father out on some of his missions. He hates the idea of droids stored in the arena but we Mandalorians put them to use. I readied myself and prepared. I stepped back, balancing my weight on my left foot, and threw my right fist out in a curved punch at the droid's temple. Turning ninety degrees to the side, the HK-87 brought its right forearm up to counter the blow, forming a fist with its left, and threw it at my outstretched jaw. And so it begins.

Our fistfight slowly motioned into a knife and spear fight. These droids had the agility to leap from the ground onto the edge of a rooftop, and even flipping if necessary. I bend myself backward in order of evading the spear. It nicks my cheek enough to draw blood. Holding my own weight, I fight and fight, punch and punch, slice and slice, until it breaks. My breath is heavy as I stand triumphant over the droid. Blood drips from my face and arms. "Quite a show." laughter fills the silent aroma.

I jerked, my blade inches away from home flesh. "I should have known you would be here sooner or later." I stood in a manner of pique.

"I like what they've done with the place." Kipp slowly took off his helmet.

I had no thoughts of removing my knife. "Can you remove the blade? I'm not going to hurt you." he chuckled.

"Right. You already have." I pulled away and dragged the droid back to its charging battery.

"It wasn't supposed to be that way, Aeja. You know that."

"Do I?"

"Aeja, please. I'm sorry!"

"Sorry doesn't fix what happened, Kipp!" I hollered.

He was taken aback. "You were supposed to run away with me! You were supposed to be the one taking Ragnar's place! You were my true love, Kipp, and you threw it away!" I crumble to the floor.