*On Hold*
Arani Jakal was not prepared to be stranded on an unfamiliar planet, causing her whole life to change. But in the chaos, a friend or two popped up - seemingly from nowhere - wishing to help. Ari gladly accepted and quickly became part of a...
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EVEN WHEN WALKING THROUGH THE STREETS, Grogu relentlessly pressed the button. While it was great that they could communicate with him more efficiently now, it was causing a scene. People looked at them as they passed, and Ari kept her eye on the cobbled path, face red.
But then, as the three walked by a vendor the constant 'Yesing' stopped and everything was calm. Until Ari felt that something was not quite right. She glanced behind her shoulder and found the kid eating from a small box that the fruit stand displayed.
Din stopped, noticing that Ari wasn't beside him. Seeing the trouble trouble Grogu was causing, he sighed. "What are you doing?" he asked, backtracking. "Stop, Grogu. No. You have to pay for those." He snatched the box from IG's hand and handed a credit to the vendor.
But in the same breath, the kid had a fruit in the other hand. He babbled, catching Ari's attention and she reached to take it, but he pulled away. "Grogu, no."
"Yes."
"Give it here," she lunged for it, hoping to catch him off-guard, but he held his arm about his head. Ari jumped but she was still too short to reach. "Honestly, Grogu," she grumbled. "You need to give it back."
"No."
"Grogu, you don't tell your mom 'no'," said Din. "Hand it over."
"No." IG's grip of the fruit tightened and it exploded. The vendor cursed in his language and Grogu dropped the fruit on the ground, cooing sadly.
As Din handed him another credit, Ari shook her head at the kid. "You did this to yourself."
"This isn't working for me," Din told Ari as they walked away.
Ari did not want to admit that she had been wrong in her judgment. Instead, she said: "Never again . . ."
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THE NIGHT WAS PEACEFUL, a large fire crackled and smoke rose in bellows towards the stars - a hoard of food roasted over the golden flames. Arani could almost call this place home - almost. There was still apprehension between the two Mandalorian groups. Conversations were minimal, making her voice boom like a thunderstorm.
"Mandalorians," she announced, standing between them. "Long you have run and hid. I may not be one of you by blood, but I have lived such a life too. It is time to reclaim Mandalore. Even though the planet is not cursed, there are still dangers. Dormant species have awoken and the remaining magnetic interference makes it nearly impossible to scan the surface from above. Which is why I'm placing Bo-Katan Kryze as your commander if you choose to leave Nevarro. She has more claim to the throne of Mandalore than I, and I know most of you would rather follow her. If anyone objects make yourself known." When no one spoke, she pivoted on her heel and nodded to Bo-Katan. Stepping aside, the ginger took her spot.
