°•Various One-Shots/Short Stories•°

Unresolved Feelings (Chapter 1)

It was an unlikely turn of events.

A Mandalorian and a Jedi Knight.

The pairing was unusual, unorderly.

Their first meeting had been his attempt to assassinate her.
He knew little of the job, only that it needed to be executed and without fail.

However, he did fail.
Miserably.

He found himself contemplating that decision, ever since.
Conflicted, in the way he let things unfold.
But, it had been too late.

A few months in and the pair had a connection.
An unlikely friendship, a blooming interest.

He knew she was trouble, but he did nothing to stop it.
What was he supposed to do?

He was weak in the eyes of the woman that stood in front of him on that day, drawn to her unique features.

The color of her lekkus, similar to her face. The patterns were exquisite, as were the Togrutas.
Her albino hue claimed the majority of her characteristics. Somehow, befitting of her azure complexion.

At the time, the two agreed to journey together to Sorgan.
For the most part, it was a peaceful planet. Rumored to be a settlement for those who seek a quiet life.

Olaana agreed to live there.
She wanted nothing more than a life far from Tython.
The Mandalorian thought this to be odd. A Jedi interested in a life away from the Temple.

You don't hear that every day.

He knew little to nothing of her background, her reason.
He simply heeded her request.

She had nothing to offer but her assistance. An agreement to employ her skills in combat, when needed.

Which, in their case, had been often.

She was useful. That much he couldn't deny.
Nonetheless, there was something more. An impression that he couldn't quite place.

Consequent to their arrival, he instructed the child and his companion to rest in the ship while he searched for lodging.
However, they refused to comply.

"Whatever," He sighed. "Keep up."

Securing her blades against her back, Olaana scoops the child into her arms as she steps off the ramp.

As the three of them caravan through the trees, they approach a charming village.

"Let the little one eat." the Jedi aired.

He was still but a child. A growing one, at that.

The Mandalorian didn't speak.
However, he did acknowledge the fact.

Setting foot inside the neat hut, they take the first table available.

A woman approaches, wiping her hand on the stained cloth. "Welcome, travelers! Can I interest you in anything?"

"Bone broth, for the little one."

"Make that two," Olaana ordered.

"Oh, well, you're in luck. I just took down a grinjer. So, there's plenty." Her optimism was to be admired. "Can I interest you in a porringer of broth as well?"

"Just the two."

Olaana couldn't help but think, of course, she'd never seen the Mandalorian eat.
They weren't allowed to remove their helmets.
It was their code, their way, their religion.

"Very well."

He nods, ever so slightly, "That one over there. When did she arrive?"

The woman seems frantic, shrugging off his inquiry with a vague statement. "I've seen her here the last week or so."