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Half way through the travel time back to Nevarro, the Mandalorian received a transmission from Guild agent, Greef Karga with instructions on how to deliver the target. This caused Mando's thoughts to turn towards the Child sleeping down in the cargo hold of his ship. For the first time in a long time, he began to question the Guild and even the Client's motives. Something churned in his stomach as he considered what they might to to the Child.
Reaching out with a gloved hand, Mando switched on the autopilot control and pushed away from the console. With a few easy strides, he made his way to the back of the cockpit and climbed down the ladder. Once there, he glanced around the room and found the woman sitting cross legged in front of the pram. Her back was turned to him so he could not see her face. But, he could practically feel the mindfulness and peacefulness she was projecting.
Part of him wondered what purpose meditating served her. He'd never been extremely in tune with his feelings or the inner depths of his mind. But this woman appeared to be familiar with her own consciousness. It almost felt like he was intruding on something extremely personal and private.
Clearing his throat, he made his presence known to the woman. Although he had a feeling she already knew he was behind her. The woman held out a steady hand to halt him, so he waited until she had completed her practices and repositioned her body sideways so he could see half of her face.
"He is still asleep." Kreya informed him before the question had even left his mouth. She paused for a moment as if to allow him an opportunity to respond before she added, "Though I believe he will wake soon."
Mando nodded and brushed past her to look at the Child. He, then, glanced back at the woman. She was watching him watch the Child. There was a strange softness in her expression he hadn't expected to find.
"What do you think they'll do to him?" He asked, suddenly and seemed taken aback as if he hadn't meant to voice his question aloud.
"Who is 'they'?" Kreya inquired in return, turning her attention towards him, fully.
The Mandalorian did not answer her right away, but when he did it cast a dark shadow over the cargo hold, "He's an imperial."
Something haunted flicked across the woman's face. Many beings remained weary of imperials even though nine years had passed since the Empire had fallen. But Mando had a feeling the look on her face was caused by something more than just general weariness.
Kreya inhaled, steadily and squared her shoulders, "Imperials will take what they want from him and then they will kill him. Imperials will not stop until every force sensitive being is erased from the galaxy."
"You've experienced this?" He questioned, choosing his words carefully.
"Yes," She nodded, "I have been hunted for the vast majority of my life."
"You are like me, then. Like my people." Mando admitted, unsure of how much she knew of Mandalorians and their culture.
Kreya offered him a kind smile, "I don't think there is a single group of people that hasn't been hunted or marginalized by the Empire."
