The Cosmos Feels Lonely ☆ The Mandalorian

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               Dragging her legs against a tedious trail back to the Razor Crest, T'rialow found her eyes endlessly wandering to the little creature in the hovering cradle between herself and mando.

Yawning, T'rialow excessively cracked her nuckles for the tenth time, a sound that was starting to get on the mandalorians nerves. Lifting her leg up, she turning her paw in a circular motion, feeling the stiffness that was settling in her joints from the long trek back. I guess you can't pay a blurrg to stay in one spot and wait for you to come back.

They were walking at the bottom of a small ravine, where numerous, grotesque, yellow tinted lizards swept around at their feet. The wind whistles in the silence between the two hunters, till a horrific scent smacked T'rialow. The mongrel stilled in her movements, as her ears twitched, perking in each direction, listening out for something, anything.

Mando stopped when he noticed T'rialow wasn't walking beside him, tracing his eyes back to her, he watched, silently, as the mongrels head twitched in each direction.

Coiling back, T'rialow growled at an opening to their left, where her ears finally picked up on the slithering sound of Trandoshan bounty hunters. Rushing back, she pulled the delinquent out of his hide away, as Mando shoved the child furthest away from them. Suddenly, another one dropped from above, clashing spear to beskar with mando.

Curling her nails out, T'rialow swipped at the bounty hunters exposed neck, as they managed to just lean back in time, causing the girl to bare her fangs in frustration. Gripping the wall next to her, she kicked her paws up into their stomach, causing the Trandoshan to stumble backwards.

"For once..." she yelled, throwing a punch their way, which they caught.

Twisting her arm, T'rialow fell to her knees in agony, as the sound of her shoulder popping out of place shuddered in her frame. Bending her knees, she swung her foot out, making the Trandoshan collapse to the floor. Gripping her arm in agony, she rolled it slightly, in hopes that it would pop back into place, it did nothing but cause her arm to shiver.

Starring down, through her goggles, at the Trandoshan, she lifted her paw up and slammed it down onto their rough neck. Their scaly skin slithered and wretched around under her force. Jolting downwards, T'rialow heard the sound of their fragile spinal cord breaking underneath the force of impact.

"...I want to walk in peace!" She hissed.

Turning around, T'rialow watched as one of the Trandoshans disintegrated under the fire of Mandos prized possession. Plucking the tracking fob from her dead Trandoshan, she walked up to Mando, secretly checking on the green creature, that peered down at the embers of the disintegrated bounty hunter.

"So much for choosing the best for this bounty," she growled, clenching her hand, before letting the crushed up tracking fob fall from her grasp,"They were mediocre, at best."

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Sitting by the open fire, T'rialow kept rolling her shoulder, in hopes that it would pop back into place. Staring at Mando, doing a horrible job at cleaning his wound, the mongrel bit her lip as a quiver of pain crept up her neck from the pulsating muscles in her shoulder.

"You're doing it wrong," T'rialow hissed, sliding so that she faced his ripped arm.

Sighing, she turned her back so that it was facing mando,"Help."

"With?" He asked.

Hissing slightly, T'rialow softly touched her shoulder,"Its out of place..."