The Cosmos Feels Lonely ☆ The Mandalorian

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               'You listen to me, mongrel,' a voice hissed, as the hum of a lightsaber was heard, igniting,'it's time you learn your place, here, in the em-'

"We're here," Mando's voice said, as T'rialow felt something sweep hair off of her face,"You can wait in the ship or come in."

The girl sat up with a slight gasp, as her hand briefly swept against her cheek, almost feeling the burning of the saber just strike past her. For someone who wasn't a Jedi, he knew how to handle it well. The sudden light outside the ship caused her to growl at the idea of having to get up and be nice to people.

T'rialow never liked to sleep, unless she needed to. Walking out of the cockpit, he left T'rialow, as her arms and legs stretched out with a few pops happening from the bone joints in her legs, yawning, she felt her canines cut her bottom lip when she stood up. As stiff as could be, she reached up and pulled her darkened goggles over her eyes, the downside of being an Az Mongrel, being sensitive to light.

Stampering out of the ship, as elegantly as a lady could, she smirked up at the mandalorian who waited outside the hanger door for her. Grasping his upper arm, they made their way through the streets of Nevarro, as the common folk stepped out of their way in fear of the mongrel girl they've gotten used to seeing. T'rialow really tried to make a good first impression with people, but she soon realised, in her younger days, that there was no point.

Why put in the effort to be nice to people, when they all thought she was just a weapon, waiting to blow?

Walking into Greef Kargas allocated guild bar, her grasp on mando lightened, as she stepped slightly apart from the mandalorian. Snarling at those that looked at them differently, she created a pathway for mando to walk straight to Greef without anybody getting in their way.

There, seated in a booth at the back was the man himself, Greef Karga.

He was alright, not the most pleasant human being, liked the coin that came with every bounty, but T'rialow liked that he didn't treat her like a secret weapon that no other guild had. The day mando brought her in, Greef Karga gave her her first drink, and allowed her quick entry into the guild because she helped catch the Rodian fight rink gang.

"Hello, T'rialow," Greef smiled, as the mongrel and Mandalorian slipped into the booth, with a soft smile on her lips,'"That was fast... did you catch them all?"

Mando dropped all four of the tracking fobs onto the table,"Good. I'll begin the offload," Greef smiled, indicating for someone in the back, as he dropped a stack of four imperial credits before them, T'rialow knew that wouldn't bypass Mando any day.

"These are imperial credits," he said, as his hands brushed by T'rialows side, making the girl straighten up in her seat.

"They still spend," Greef countered.

"I don't know if you heard, but the empire is gone," Mando stated, causing T'rialow to elbow him in the side.

"Drop the sass, mando," she huffed, turning back to Greef,"You got any other type of credits that mister medal head here won't hate?"

"I can do Calamari Flan," Greef said, dropping the disks onto the table.

Looking down, T'rialows facial expression dropped in a humorous way, as she counted the calamari flan before her, just to see if she did the math right,"Greef... that's only half?"

"We'll take it," Mando said, pushing the tracking fobs closer to Greef.

"But... my goggles," T'rialow whimpered, thinking of the shop nearby.

The shops on Nevarro were never great, but there was a little shop on the south of the town, that had these stunning, matte black goggles that T'rialow had been eying since they came into stock. Sadly, the shop owner was a jerk, and only gave the girl a time limit and a high cost. Firstly, that calamari flan was not even half, even with the money she took from the fledgling, and secondly... did she forget to mention the shop owner was a jerk?