The Cosmos Feels Lonely ☆ The Mandalorian

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               "The new armour, looks nice," T'rialow smiled, knowing it was hard to convince mando to use all the beskar for himself.

Falling into the passenger seat by Mandos side, T'rialow smacked the button closest to her, making the ship secure itself for launch. As she did so, mando turned so that his helmet was looking over his chairs shoulder. The Mongrel already knew the disappointed look he was giving her, that metal was the strongest armour around, but she was undeserving to wear it so how could she.

Mando watched the girl visible shake under his stare, and that made him uncomfortable, as his heart beat seemed to fluctuate in rhythm. For two years they have been travelling together. Yet, T'rialows walls were harder to break down then the beskar steel he wore. Mando wanted her to know she could trust him, but he didn't know how.

Trust didn't come easily to either of them.

He wondered if it was because he always wore the armour around her that made it harder for T'rialow to open up about whatever was bothering her. In the night, or whenever either of them could rest, he'd always hear the girl whimpering or fidgeting in her hammock. She always tried to escape sleep, but whatever it was that was waiting for her, would snatch her up the moment she closed her eyes.

Turning the Razor Crest, till it left Nevaroos atmosphere, he watched from the reflection of the ships dashboard, as T'rialow pulled down both her ears, letting them go as they flung back up. A nervous habitat that he knew she did when something was on her mind. On her right ear was the rigid hole that had happened the day they met, he could remember it well, the blood that matted and stained her white fur and hair.

"T'rialow," he hissed, as he saw her clench her fist, drawing her own blood with her claws.

"You aren't my dad," she grumbled, turning so that her back was towards Mando.

Mando sighed, as he put the Razor Crest on course, by attaching the tracking fob to the ships mainframe, Arvada-7 was located as the closest one in the galaxy to the presumed location, another desert terrain, apparently. T'rialow could tell she was probably going to burn the pads of her paws if she doesn't wrap them up. Being an Az Mongrel, her pads were much more fragile to hot surfaces. She learnt her number one mistake when she was out on Jakku, taking down an AT-AT Walker called Hellhound two, later that day her whole under-paw was bubbling with blisters and calluses that, to this day, she can't feel a thing from.

Walking out the cockpit door, she stepped down the ladder till she was met with the small holding area that was in between the top and bottom layer of the ship, it was where Mando stored random gadgets, such as undergarments and boxes of supplies, and where T'rialows bed was pushed into the corner. She barley used it, one, because the ceiling was so low that the moment she sat up her head would bang against it, two, she didn't like to sleep and three the hammock was much more comfortable.

Nightmares were a really troublesome thing, for T'rialow, she was jealous of her years before Solvexasfound her.

Every night that she would allow sleep to embrace her, he'd be waiting. Sometimes, he'd be standing over her and ordering storm troopers to increase the electric voltage of the machine attached to her, making the mongrel want to rip at her skin... sometimes, she'd be in a dark room, where his face would only appear, reflecting in the dark the moment she turned on her saber... but, he was always there, waiting for her, calling her name, making her know her place..

Her place as a flea, where she would wait till he was able to get her to someone much, much more frightening.

Or, sometimes it would be Solvexas, his always started off as a dream, where they'd be walking together through a good memory they created in their past... than, the walls would encage her, as his snarling smile contrasted against the thundering storm behind him. He acted as if a predator, walking around her cell, dragging his claws against the metal. She was but his prey, no longer somebody he cared about...