Commander of Wolves

Chapter Twelve: Mandalore Solus

Skirmishes with Death Watch, as well as full out battles with them have exhausted the Nite Owls. As well as their constant search for Maul's location. At times, he was in Sundari, but at others, Nya couldn't even sense him on the planet. But they had no idea where he went when he left the planet.

The most recent skirmish was between four patrolling members of Death Watch and young Nite Owl members Nya Kryze, Gabriel Kross, and Tristan and Sabine Wren. This one hasn't even been reported yet as the four Nite Owls are still making their way back to the mountain village they call home.

The four land and are immediately taken to medical. Where it's revealed that Nya has two broken ribs as well as a sprained wrist, Gabriel has a sprained ankle and concussion, Sabine has four broken fingers and a black eye from when her helmet was ripped off during the fight, and Tristan got nailed in the stomach with a blaster bolt. It thankfully missed all vital organs.

But perhaps the worst thing all four receive courtesy of the skirmish, are the looks they get from their parents after the head medic of Clan Kryze, Avery Malcolm, reports their injuries. When the five parents arrive in the med bay, and Bo comes over to Nya, the girl only says,

"At least it's not hypothermia?"

Bo sighs and shakes her head. "Broken ribs, I can understand how you got those. But how did you sprain your wrist?"

Nya winces. "I made a di'kutla decision." Bo raises her eyebrow, and Nya continues. "I punched a guy about twice my size in the face. When he had a helmet on." Before Bo can say anything, Nya says, "I know. I told you it was a stupid decision. But at the time it was my only option."

"As long as you realize it was di'kutla." Bo sighs. "And I suppose you're right. At least your blacks keep you warm."

Nya grins at her mother, happy to be let off the hook. She knows Gabriel won't be that lucky. As a medic, Chun is a bit less forgiving when it comes to injuries. Especially concussions. Since those are pretty easy to avoid when you have a beskar helmet on, just don't take it off. And his mother... well, no one really likes her. Malia Kross is a good fighter, but her attitude is not the greatest. It's partly because of her that Gabriel has confidence problems.

But before mother and daughter can resume conversation, one of the older Foundlings, a brown headed boy about nine or ten years old, bursts into the room. His eyes scan the room until he finds Bo-Katan. He runs over to her, and, out of breath, he says,

"There are people here to see you, alor."

"What do you mean, young one?" Bo asks. "No one knows we are here."

"I don't know. I just know that there are people here, and they looks like clan leaders, and they're are asking to talk to you."

Bo looks over to Nya. "What do you sense?"

"No bad intentions. And even Mandalorians aren't good enough at shielding to fool a trained Force sensitive. They don't mean to rat us out to Maul at least, so that's something."

Bo nods to her daughter, and sets her hand on the Foundling's shoulder. The red headed woman steers him away for a moment while Avery checks on Nya. Seeing how much the bacta infusion and patches have done. The medic nods, and tells Nya,

"You're lucky it wasn't a severe break. Your ribs are healed, they'll probably be a little sore for a day or two, but they're whole. And your wrist is fine. The bacta did the trick. And I would tell you to try and avoid strenuous activity, but you won't listen so I'm not going to waste my breath. So get out of my med bay."