Metanoia | The Mandalorian ON HOLD

Chapter 50

After a much needed rest, Juno found herself sitting cross-legged on a crate, meditating as Din and Paz worked. Her eyes were closed as she focused on her breathing, feeling the Force moving around her.

"What is she doing?" Asked Paz, looking over at Juno.

"Meditating." Replied Din. "It helps her with her abilities. Keeps her focused and grounded." He explained. Paz nodded and both got back to work.

"Where did you come upon the Darksaber?" He asked after a few moments.

"I defeated Moff Gideon." Din answered.

"Did you kill him?" He asked.

"No. But he was sent off to the New Republic for interrogation, and he will face justice for his crimes." He told him.

"Death would have been justice for his atrocities." Said Paz.

"This is true. The blood of millions of our kind is on his hands." Said the Armorer as she joined them.

"Then he will be executed for his crimes by the New Republic Tribunal." Said Din.

"We shall see." She said and powered on the forge that Din and Paz were working on. The loud sounds of the forge broke Juno's focus, waking her from the meditative state. "The songs of eons past foretold of the Mythosaur rising up to herald a new age of Mandalore." She said as she approached a storage for her tools with the Mythosaur symbol painted on it. "Sadly, it only exists in legends. Where did you come upon the beskar spear?" She asked, taking out the tools as Din reached for the spear.

"It was the gift of a Jedi. It can block a lightsaber. I used it to defeat Moff Gideon." He told her.

"It can also pierce beskar armor. Its mere existence puts Mandalorians at risk. Mandalorian steel is meant for armor, not weapons." She explained and Din held out the spear for her.

"Then forge it into armor." He told her.

"The Darksaber is a more noble weapon for you to wield." She said, taking the spear and heating the tip of it in the forge while Din moved to sit on the crate next to Juno.

"I really liked that spear." Whispered Juno as she watched the Armorer work.

"Shush." Replied Din just as quietly.

"Don't tell me to shush." Said Juno quietly.

"Have you ever heard of Bo-Katan Kryze?" Din asked the Armorer.

"Bo-Katan is a cautionary tale. She once laid claim to rule Mandalore based purely on blood and the sword you now possess. But it was gifted to her and not won by Creed. Bo-Katan Kryze was born of a mighty house, but they lost sight of the way. Her rule ended in tragedy. They lost their way, and we lost our world. Had our sect not been cloistered on the moon of Concordia, we would have not survived the Great Purge. Those born of Mandalore strayed away from the path. Eventually, the Imperial interlopers destroyed all that we knew and loved in the Night of a Thousand Tears." She explained. "Only those that walked the way escaped the curse prophesied in the Creed. Though our numbers were scattered to the winds, our adherence to the way has preserved our legacy for the generations until we may someday return to our homeworld." She finished and held up the spear. "What shall I forge?"

"Something for a foundling." Din answered.

"This is the way." She said.

"For a specific foundling. Grogu." He added. Hearing this, Juno turned to him and smiled sadly.

"He's no longer in your care. He is with his own kind now." Said the Armorer.

"We want to see him and make sure he's safe." Explained Juno, making Din look at her, surprised to hear her talking to the Armorer with this confidence.