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...
AN: We are getting in some deep shit in this chapter. There will be a graphic mention of abuse, but the part is written in italics (only in this chapter cause it is a flashback. The italics in the other chapters will be normal flashbacks if not stated otherwise) so that you can just skip it if it makes you uncomfortable or is triggering to you.
I'll also delete every comment that could be seen as offensive regarding this topic.
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Chapter IX: Tears Of A Star
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The rising suns in the sky of Ossus paint everything in vibrant tones of orange and red as the light reaches the Razor Crest above the green trees of one of the many forests. Inside the mood is comfortable as Mando pilots them to where they stopped their search yesterday and Danica sits in her seat, one leg draped beneath her as she watches a few birds fly past the window.
The pair started their search in the early morning, wanting to have as much daylight as possible today, which isn't too hard keeping in mind that a day on Ossus consists of 31 standard hours.
After Mando noticed that Danica kept following the river to get to the small town during their track yesterday he decided to just do the same, in hopes of finding wherever she started her journey. Following a river to find civilisation is a popular method so she probably did the same thing.
Danica lets out a small sigh as she takes a small sip of the tea in her hands that Mando gave her earlier. "What will we do once we find wherever I come from?" Danica asks, training her gaze on the back of the Mandalorian's helmet. "There probably isn't too much left if I ran away."
The Mandalorian takes a second to think about his answer. "We will hope that there is something that can give us a clue. Even a name would be useful", he explains, not turning around to face the girl like he normally would.
"How could a name be useful?" she asks, genuine confusion lacing her voice.
"If we find one we can visit some New Republic outpost and ask them to look it up because you lost your memory and that person is the last clue we have to find out who you actually are and who your family is. We already know that you have an aunt and uncle so it shouldn't be too hard to find them", the Mandalorian responds as his visor flies over the horizon in hopes of finding a building of some sort. A familiar pang shoots through him as he remembers that he will have to give the girl up once they find her family. As much as he wants to just keep her it would be unfair to her and her family to keep them away from each other.
