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Aboard the cockpit of the Razor Crest sat The Mandalorian, sitting calmly and quietly in his spot in the pilot's seat, guiding the controls of the ship to nowhere in particular.
He was only set on one destination: a place that would be safe for him, Cerelia, and the baby. It didn't matter where, only that it met those requirements. But he knew better. He knew this wouldn't stop until they got rid of The Client and distanced themselves from the Guild.
They had found them even on Sorgan, one of the most remote planets in the galaxy. Mando didn't know many places where they would be safe, but he wasn't going to stop looking any time soon.
Behind him, Cerelia sat diagonally to him curled up with her knees bent beside her and one of her arms underneath her head resting on the armrest and the other stretched out sideways as she slumped in the seat. Her hand was laying softly, protectively, on the side of the chair in which the child, too, was slumped in the seat.
Soft noises came from the both of them, a mix of snoring, gurgling, and cooing.
Mando's lips curled up in a grin underneath his helmet as he glanced over his shoulder at the two sleeping behind him.
Suddenly, snatching the smile from his mouth, a hologram appeared up on the dash of the ship.
"My friend," began Greef Karga, a man Mando had no interest in hearing from. "if you are receiving this transmission, that means you are alive. You might be surprised to hear this but I am alive, too. I guess we can call it even. A lot has happened since we last saw each other. The man who hired you is still here, and his ranks of ex-Imperial guards have grown. They have imposed despotic rule over my city, which has impeded the livelihood of the Guild. We consider him an enemy but we cannot get close enough to take him out. If you would consider one last commission, I will very much make it worth your while. You have been successful so far in staving off their hunters. But they will not stop until they have their prize."
What a load of dung, Mando thought. Still, the message continued to play and Mando listened.
"So here is my proposition: Return to Nevarro, bring the girl and the Child as bait. I will arrange an exchange and provide loyal Guild members as protection. I'm sure the two of you will manage just fine, even without them. The extra help will only make what I'm asking of you easier. Once we get near The Client, you kill him, and we both get what we want."
