The Cosmos Feels Lonely ☆ The Mandalorian

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              Looking to the Mandalorian seated next to her, T'rialow knew in that instance that she would happily die fighting for him and the child that was now in his grasp.

She made a saddened decision, in that moment, that if they were to survive, she would force her way out of his life for good. Because Mando made the decision to be a runner from the empire, and the last thing he needed was one of their other runaway prize possessions walking right beside him. Lowering her ears in anger at herself, she realised that in order for them to have a true fighting chance, she couldn't stay by their side forever.

The sound of whistling in the sky was what broke her from her moment of sad thoughts of reality.

Looking to the sky, her hand intertwined with Mandos, as she awed at the sight of other Mandalorians flying in like ravaged Valkyries clad in intricate, beskar armour. The best warriors in the galaxy were fighting by T'rialows side, and that made her smile with a proud, sadistic grin. Looking to Greef Karga, she watched as all his bounty hunter soldiers dropped like flies.

"I am tired of being used, hurt, and cast aside!" T'rialow roared, as she jumped out from behind the cart, her shadow casting over Greefs quivering form,"Now... It is my turn to use, my turn to hurt."

Reaching forward, she slashed with her claws at the closest Bounty Hunter, creating red ribbons in her path towards the shaking Bounty Guild owner. Her eyes never left his, as she prowled her prey like a deadly, hungered predator feasting for its next meal. Reaching out, she encapsulated his throat with an invisible chain, defying his ability to draw oxygen in, slowly killing him with every tug.

His eyes bulged, slightly, as she came closer to him, drawing them both into the shadows of an alleyway. With bloodshot eyes, and gasping lips like a fish out of water, he clawed at whatever had entrapped itself on his neck.

"W-what... are you," he asked, his eyes watching as Mandalorians started to slowly deceases his greatest bounty hunters to mere corpses on the ground.

"Your worst nightmare," T'rialow smirked, dropping her grasp on the force, oxygen began to flow into Greef Kargas throat,"But, I have something called mercy... Which can change, if I ever hear about you coming after Mando... Or the child, then I won't be so kind."

Stepping away back into the fight, she sneered at the human drawing on breathes of air behind her, another person to add to her long list of destroyers of her trust. She should've known, though, for no Guild Owner went for whats right if there was a big reward for what was wrong. Money seemed to always battle, and win, over acts of good.

Running through the firing, she was amazed at how precise the Mandalorians shots were, as they missed her by an inch and found its target into a bounty hunters head behind her. Saluting those she could, she felt the heavy clunks of her beskar goggles smacking against her collar bones. Ears twitching, she could distinguish her Mandalorians footfalls apart from everyone else's, and started to make her way to the outskirts of the little bounty town.

There, in the distance, she saw Mando running with a small blanket wrapped up in his arms. Turning around, she awed once more at the sight of the Galaxies strongest warriors, now deceased to small numbers, helping one of their own just to protect a child. Letting out one last war cry in honour of the Mandalorians pride, she picked up pace back towards the Razor Crest in the distance.

Stumbling up the ramp, she was welcomed with Mandos blaster pointed right at her head.

"Hello!" She screamed, waving her arms around, as he slowly dropped the blaster,"Hi, its me, your friend since two years ago?"

"I didn't know where you went," Mando called, as he slammed a button, closing the doors behind T'rialow.

Running her hands through her hair, T'rialow took a deep breathe in as she walked past Mando and made her way up the ladder to the cockpit of the Razor Crest,"I was dealing with a wamprat."

Making their way into the cockpit, Mando handed the child to T'rialow, who cooed at the sight of its favourite mongrel. Plucking the silver fathier from the dashboard, she handed it to the child to hold onto. As the engines abruptly turned on, T'rialow felt her heart slightly drop to her stomach.

Her time to leave them was coming too fast.

Drawing closer to Nevaroos atmosphere, T'rialow turned to the side and saw one of the Mandalorians she saw fighting on the forefront flying beside them with their jet pack. Appointing a soldiers salute, T'rialow smiled and did one back in gratitude, before watching them draw back towards Nevaroos surface.

"I gotta get one of those," Mando huffed.

Snickering to herself, T'rialow propped the child up on her knees, and looked into its wide eyes,"I don't think their very child friendly, hey, little guy?"

Cooing softly, the child reached out and caressed her cheek, making T'rialow smile as she viewed it as an agreement.

Escaping Nevaroos atmosphere, Mando shot them into hyperspace, unsure of what his future would have in store for him, for the both of them.