The Cosmos Feels Lonely ☆ The Mandalorian

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              After winning the fight with the Mudhorn, T'rialow, Mando, and the Child returned back to Kuiils moisture farm to fix up the Razor Crest with all the pieces that were given back.

Holding the Jedi Holocron close to her chest, T'rialow could tell that Mando wanted to ask her what it was, but the sight of a rare smile gracing her lips was enough to keep him silent for a while. He could tell that it was special to her, just like whatever it was that was in her satchel hooked around her leg.

Special, yet she never said a word of how or why it was.

With the Razor Crest now done, its engine flooding with fire, wisping the air to life, Mando, T'rialow, the child, and Kuiil stood at the body of the silver monster. The child, cradled in T'rialows arms, was still asleep after the incident with the mudhorn. She understood why, to use such force with a great creature would make any youngling tiresome.

Mando and Kuiil had questioned how the child managed to use such sorcery, but, T'rialow just sat their with a horrified expression hiding beneath her placid, emotionless expression.

Now, she felt a connection with the child, one that she had felt with very few. Those being, her master, Dume, the Togruta, and the other ghosts that came and whispered their beckonings and advice into her ears.

"I can't thank you enough," Mando said to Kuiil,"Please allow me to give you a portion of the reward."

"I cannot accept," Kuiil answered, stubbornly,"You are my guest and I am therefore in your service."

"I could use a crew member of your ability, and I can pay handsomely," Mando reasoned, making T'rialow look up from her stare upon the childs quiet form.

"It would be nice," T'rialow smiled,"To have someone who'd actually hold up a conversation, too."

Mandos helmet rolled, his visor settling on the mongrel, making her snicker at the annoyed reaction towards her statement.

"I am honoured," Kuiil said,"But I have worked a lifetime to finally be free of servitude."

Free.

Free of the empire, T'rialow thought, if only she truly understood what that felt like. Standing now in the open plains of Arvada-7, she could still feel the suffocating air of a star destroyers chambers, the artificial lights blinding her. The sound of his footsteps drawing near.

"I understand. Then all I can offer is my thanks-"

"Our thanks," T'rialow cut in.

"As I offer mine," Kuiil nodded,"Thank you for bringing peace to my valley."

Looking out at the red plains, the earths endless mounds rolling over each other as if a troublesome, Red Sea at turmoil, T'rialow watched as Kuiil stepped out of the ship.

"And good luck with the Child!" Kuiil called out, as he mounted a blurrg,"May it survive and bring you a handsome reward! I have spoken!"

"Thank you for the tea!" T'rialow called out, as the doors engulfed them in the Razor Crests stomach.

Walking up to the cockpit, T'rialow slowly slid the child into its cradle, sitting down in her usual spot, her fingers softly massaged the creatures large ears. It, unconsciously, brought a smile to her face, as it reminded her of when it grabbed her large ears and its own, as if showing that they shared a similarity.

Slowly, Mando dropped into the pilots seat, before turning on the engine, which roared to life like the tremendously great, scar bearing ship it was.