The Other Mandalorian

The Mandalorian

It was a beautiful day, albeit slightly hot on the planet of Arvala-7. The blue sky seemed endless, not a single puffy cloud in sight, and the two suns that illuminated the sky beat down harshly upon the orange rocks and sands of the planet.

The woman sat at the edge of the massive sand dune, observing the scene taking place in front of her. She was on her way back to the pub in the small city located several miles away after having been away for a month, doing various mercenary work. She was back now to see if any work was to be taken in the small cantina, when she had noticed a massive ship land on the ground below several hundred yards ahead of her. She had quickly approached the edge of the cliff to take note of the new visitor and ascertain that there was no threat to herself. After all, Mandalorians were trained since birth or their founding to constantly be analyzing the situations around themselves.

Through her helmet of Beskarian steel, she watched as the bounty hunter nearly had his arm chewed off by the beast known as a blurrg. She chose not to intervene, having seen the Ugnaught ride towards the man atop a tamed blurrg, firing darts into the two creatures as the man on the floor braced himself for the inevitable strike that was to come towards him.
She watched, with humor lining her eyes and lips hidden beneath the steel, as she imagined the dumbfounded look on the fellow Mandalorian that sat on the ground as he made eye contact with his savior.

"Thank you," She heard the man whisper quietly towards the Ugnaught.

She remained hidden atop the cliff that sat directly above the hunter's spacecraft, a Razor Crest she guessed, intrigued as to how such an old ship had managed to make it through the purging of creations of the Empire after it's fall. It was a wonder that she had never met or even seen the other Mandalorian before, considering her wide travels.

Her attention was snapped back to the scene before her as she heard what the Ugnaught said after a pensive moment of observing the Mandalorian man.

"You are a bounty hunter."

"Yes," the man replied simply.

"I will help you," the Ugnaught stated, causing the woman to raise her eyebrows under the mask, she certainly hadn't expected him to choose to help the hunter after saving his ass from the angry blurrg.

"I have spoken," the man followed with, before kicking his blurrg in the side and turning around to journey back from wherever he had come from, clearly expecting the Mandalorian to follow.

She could sense the hesitation in the man's aura, before he decided to get up and follow the old Ugnaught, keeping a distance between himself and the mounted blurrg ahead of him, clearly not trusting the beast after what he had just experienced.

The woman turned away from the scene, having watched all there was to see, before doing a quick inventory of her weapons just to ensure they were all present before she continued her trek towards the cantina that she knew was roughly fifteen miles away from her current location. Mentally she ran through her checklist: rifle- check, blaster- check, daggers- check, shock whip- check.

She adjusted the cape that adorned her back and stood from her crouched position, observing the landscape around her, recently vacated, as she saw the two men now just dots in the distance.

She sighed heavily, so much for the entertainment, now back to work. She needed to scrounge up more beskar to bring back to the tribe for the young foundlings' use. One of the most important parts of Mandalorian code was to keep the future generations prepared- a job she took seriously. She was unable to have children of her own, she saw the foundlings that lived within the tribe's hidden covert under Nevarro as her own sometimes, the sight of their playing brought her joy. She knew they would grow up strong and would honor and serve the tribe just as she did.