"Master Kenobi! Are you ready to head for Mandalore?" Mal exclaimed upon reaching Obi-Wan, who was approaching his fighter. "Indeed. I am glad you decided to join me on this one, Maleshei."
"Well, Master Plo thought it was best I join you and study Mandalore. Besides, I was hoping...someone there could help with locating my sister." Mal explained, looking at him. "We'll find someone. For now, get your fighter ready. We're leaving in 10."
"You got it, Master." Mal walked off, heading for the farther part of the hangar bay in the Jedi Temple. She looked around for a small ship covered with a tarp and eventually found it off to the side. Grinning brightly, she removed the tarp, revealing a steel plated Jedi fighter. Mal smiled, seeing the wolfpack insignia painted neatly maroon on the hood of her fighter.
"Commander!" Mal heard turning around and seeing Sinker and Comet approach with a R6 unit. "Hey guys! Who's this little guy?"
"Uh...girl, actually. And this is R6-N12, your astromech." Comet introduced, Mal raising any eyebrow. "Wha..?"
"General Plo knew how attracted you are to the astromechs and felt you would like one." Sinker explained, the astromech rolling up in front of her, shaking excitedly. "Oh, hello! What should I call you?"
The astromech beeped, Mal blinking uncontrollably. "You want me to choose one for you?" The droid beeped again, Mal nodded and looked at her thoroughly. She saw that the astromech's paintjob was a red with schemes of orange and a name came to mind. "How about Scarlet? Scar for short?"
The astromech wheeled around, as if she accepted the name, and Mal nodded. "Okay, Scarlet it is!"
"Well, you and Scarlet better hurry. General Kenobi is waiting for you." Comet said, Mal looking down at the astromech, Scarlet. "Well, looks like we're going on an adventure, Scar."
---"The duchess awaits you, General Kenobi." A guard had said as soon as both Obi-Wan and Mal hopped from out of their fighters. "Scarlet, watch out for our fighters while we're gone, will you?"
Scarlet beeped, Mal blinked with her eyes wide. "Watch your language, Scar!" Mal rolled her eyes before herself and Obi-Wan hopped on a transport.
"So, how do you know the Duchess, Master Kenobi?" Mal asked, leaning against the handle, steadying herself as they moved. "I met the Duchess a long time ago as a Padawan. Something happened on Mandalore and Master Qui-Gon and I were sent by the Jedi Council to investigate."
"Oh. Master Qui-Gon...do you miss him?" Mal asked, her eyes raising up sadly to meet his. "Everyday, Maleshei. Everyday."
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