"I wasn't always like this...."
Dyna Djarin is the last of the Mandalorians. Having abandoned the life that brought her father to his end when she was young, Dyna had taken off her Beskar armor and never put the helmet back on.
Until, the best pilot...
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"Maybe later, handsome."
The Forest Moon of Endor Ten years later:
I stood in the kitchen area of my hut, as I gave my best friend a look of disbelief.
"No." I told Kaytra bluntly, as Marcose and I stood before her with our arms crossed.
"Why not?!" The tan brunette asked, throwing her arms up in exaggeration.
"It's ridiculous and I have to work tomorrow."
"We all do, Kaytra." The pale haired man agreed, a brow raised above his onyx eyes.
"Guys, it's a festival, not an orgy." Kaytra scoffed, rolling her brown eyes. "Besides we'll be back before the second sun sets."
"Kay, I can't." I sighed, massaging the bridge of my nose. "My Aunt Cara is arriving at midday tomorrow and I have to be there to meet her, otherwise she's going to get into a fight and be banned from setting foot on the blasted moon we call home."
"Oh, how I've missed that woman." Kaytra chuckled with a grin, earning a nod of agreement from Marcose.
"She's literally the only one who can keep up with me at drinking games." My broody friend stated bluntly, as he leaned against the wall.
"Hey! I resent that!" The brown eyed woman exclaimed in feigned offense.
"Kaytra, you're the biggest lightweight we know and I don't drink." I told the curly haired woman with a chuckle.
"Dyna, you don't drink because you're more paranoid than I am and insist on being completely sober in case of an ambush." Marcose snickered with a teasing smirk.
"Marc, when you get drunk, you just get more exasperated." I deadpanned with a roll of my violet eyes. "When I get drunk, I get sloppy and my reflexes turn to shit."
"Yeah! We can't all have the immune system of steel!" Kaytra agreed, jumping up to sit on my kitchen counter.
"I mean, even if you both don't come to the festival, I'd just go by myself. Which will more than likely wind up ending just like last year."
"Kaytra, I swear to the Maker—!" I groaned, as Marcose stated defeatedly with a sigh.
"Alright, we'll come to the fucking festival."
I turned to the pale man with a look of disbelief, my amethyst colored eyes widened in surprise.
"What the fuck, Laser Brain? Since when do you cave so quickly?" I asked, genuinely contemplating how I was going to murder him.
