(Completed) Blaster & Blade: A Untold Star Wars Story

Chapter 32

Vizsla blasted at Mal'dar with his good arm and Mal'dar stumbled back as the blast struck his breastplate. Vizsla moved to stand but Mal'dar took a step forward and aimed his arm at Vizsla, "Don't".

Mal'dar could feel Vizsla glaring up at him, but Vizsla sighed, "You win, kill me".

Mal'dar stared down at Vizsla who hung his head down towards the ground, "No," and he walked back towards the Mandalorians from The Tribe. "Any of you want a ride back?"

They all shook their head and Mal'dar shrugged before heading into camp, the Death Watch warriors clearing a path for him. Mal'dar settled down on a box outside of the tent that he shared with several other Death Watch warriors.

Snow began to crunch quickly and loudly as someone came closer. Mal'dar looked over and saw one of the Tribe walking up to him, "Why did you do that?"

Mal'dar detached his cuirass and began inspecting it for damage "Do what?"

"Spare him," she said, "You could have been Mand'alore".

Mal'dar squinted at her she had a long slender build with armor that was a mix of uncolored silver and orange which swirled elegantly across her armor, it was not a common color for it meant a lust for life, "You're The Armorer's daughter".

She nodded, "Rimi Jyrr is my name".

"Well Rimi Jyrr," said Mal'dar adjusting his position on the box, "Why should I be something that I don't wish to be".

Rimi pulled out a box that was beside Mal'dar and sat opposite of him. She sat at the very edge at leaned towards him, "Then what do you want to be?"

Mal'dar sighed and set down the cuirass snow crunching slightly underneath it, "What I lost".

"What's that?" asked Rimi sitting back.

Mal'dar looked at her sharply, "Why do you ask so many questions?"

Rimi stretched before looking at Mal'dar again, "Because no one walks away from the chance to lead their people".

"These aren't my people," hissed Mal'dar glaring at her through his T-shaped visor, "They took my people".

Rimi cocked her head at him, the silver parts of her helmet gleaming in the sunlight. "The Armorer isn't my mother. My parents were killed and she took me in".

Mal'dar set his jaw forward, but looked at her with newfound respect, "Pre Vizsla killed my father, I tried to kill him and lost so I had to join him. I will leave when though once I recover my father's saber".

"And your mother?" asked Rimi a note of concern slipping into her voice.

Mal'dar sighed, "My mother died the day my father did, the woman that replaced her never smiled or laughed".

Rimi nodded, "That's a good thing to want back, but why the saber it won't give you that back?"

Mal'dar nodded solemnly, "I know, but it grant me some lost memories. That makes it worth it to me," he then sighed, "It doesn't make much sense I know".

Rimi took Mal'dar's hand, " No it does, and if you need any help just ask".

Mal'dar felt his heart quicken as a trace of heat from her hand seep through their gloves and to hand. "Thank you I will".

And the snow began to fall upon them.