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Gaia Ascena longed for a peaceful life and nothing else; no more, no less.
Born with an outstanding sixth sense — the defining nature of her people — Gaia spent the majority of her youth in the safe confines of her species' homeworld, Cresmira, and there she would whisk the days away in a happy state of daydreaming amidst the green trees, shivering lakes, and steady mountains. Her head would be in the highest reaches of clouds during the day and down in the deepest mass abyss of twinkling stars at night, utilising the time to mould her fantasy into that of a future in which she would own a cozy abode, blessed by Stagia with a loving husband or wife, as well as a sweet child.
Gaia ached for her life to choose such a path yet her father, a bounty hunter, desired a second one be laid out for her.
There would be no time for either thing.
With Gaia's father falling ill one summer, withering on his deathbed, the Galactic Empire struck their inattentive, flourishing village. It scavenged, spoiled, and captured nearly every single inhabitant, forcibly recruiting them and branding a pernicious killer within each individual.
Including Gaia, who came to serve the Galactic Empire albeit unwillingly, and with its ultimate defeat many years later — she ran at the first opportunity towards freedom. She managed to flee unlike most, too broken and hardened for a future she once imagined herself leading at this point in her life. She felt utterly lost, chained to a life of dictated solitude, and decided to take up her father's aspiration which was for her to become a fierce bounty hunter, just like him.
The thrill of pursuing a target for an uncertain period of time and collecting stained money became enough for Gaia, nevertheless. Even more so when one adds prosecution to the mix, scouring for any sort of Imperial remnants in a maddening chase for justice. It was her goal to preserve the hands left clean and preserve is what she wanted when she traveled to Nevarro, falling in with a covert of Mandalorians only for her to end up being partnered off with one of their more enigmatic warriors, as he guides them to an asset conveying a unique profile.
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DISCLAIMER! ▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬ The written work is pure fiction. I do not own any of the 'The Mandalorian' characters, nor do I have a claim on the main plotline of the series. I do have rights, however, on my own original characters and their biographies.
WARNING! ▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬ This story features profanity, violence and/or mild gore, death, mentions of self-harm, depictions of trauma, and several other such themes.
