Enough - The Mandalorian

Chapter 3.5

We'd been traveling all day, getting as far from Nevarro as we could. The Guild wasn't going to forget about us anytime soon and were likely already looking for us, so we needed to keep moving for the time being.

One of my favourite parts about traveling with Mando was that I got to utilize his ship. No matter how much I loved the Zelda, my own ship, sometimes I needed the extra space. He had a small engine repair space that was meant to store spare ship parts and had access to the engines, but there were only a few parts and Mando never used the area, so I put up a few punching bags and targets and use the room for training.

I was in my room having just showered after a particularly rigorous training session when there was a sharp rap on my door. "Come in." I called to Mando through the door.

"We need to talk." He said as he came in.

"About what?" I asked, gesturing for him to take a seat in the little chair I had in the corner of my room. He sat there and I fell into my bed, crossing my legs as I looked at him curiously.

"Your... Abilities."

"I thought we covered that already." I said, giving him an eye roll. He knew now that I had them, what more did he need?

He just stared silently at me until I gave in, letting out a long sigh. "Fine. What do you want to know?"

"What can you do?"

I shrugged noncommittally. "Move things around, feel things. Sometimes when I tell people things they believe me."

"What, like mind control?" I felt his curiosity peaking and gave another eye roll.

I shrugged again, no longer interested in the conversation. "I've been living my life trying to hide these abilities, so I haven't really been able to experiment much, sorry for the inconvenience." Sarcasm dripped from my words as my annoyance increased.

The fact that I didn't know about my own abilities or my own self frustrated me endlessly. What if I was made in a lab? What if I was experimented on, like they wanted to on this child we were protecting? What if I had a family that had searched for me for years? Or worse, what if I didn't?

"Have you had your abilities since you were a child?" He was unperturbed by my utter disinterest in discussing my powers.

"I don't know." I told him testily. "I have no kriffing idea. I know absolutely no more than you do."

"How is that?"

I gave a long sigh, bowing my head for a moment to collect my thoughts. "I don't know. It's like my existence began one day, a med-droid repairing some injuries I don't remember getting. The first years of my childhood are completely blank. I don't even know what my name is. I–uh, gave myself this name. Raden."

"You don't have any family?" He asked.

I shrugged, "I don't know. If I did, they never found me." I gave him a small, bitter grin. "Got what you needed to know?" I asked.

He nodded. "I'm sorry." Suddenly I felt very exposed, and vulnerable, and it wasn't a feeling I was fond of. I cleared my throat and gave him a small nod of thanks.

"What about you? What was your childhood?" I wasn't sure if he'd answer or not, but I asked anyways.

"The war." He said simply. "The Mandalorians saved me. Took me in. I became one of them."

I nodded. "I guess people like us just come from bad beginnings." I said, memories of my younger self flooding my mind. Scavenging, stealing from disposal bins, trying not to get shot down in the crossfire of a war I didn't understand. Trying my very best to simply survive.