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THE SAND BLOWN AIR was heavy from the heat. High in the horizon, the suns glared through the loose fabric of her frayed shirt and onto her bareback. Tendrils of deep ebony hair fluttered as she moved with purpose, her boots echoing on the wooden platforms.
Many eyes of the townsfolk watched Kera Verr as she scaled across the small city of Mos Pelgo. The townsfolk were not wary of their protector, she was familiar and very respected over many times she had protected them alongside the Marshal.
Kera drew a deep breath, eyes widening at the unfamiliar speeder bike, her fingers of her left hand hovering above her blaster attached to the hostler on her left hip and finally, settled before the Cantina with curious and determined eyes.
She could feel the boiling warmth as she stood in the entryway, the very silhouette of her figure cast against the rough flooring as she stood with her hands on her hips ── a symphony wavering of authority and wisdom.
It was a shock that sizzled throughout her body from her head to her toes as she narrowed her rich brown eyes, a whirling galaxy within them, her oval chin titled, her eyebrows knitted together in mere surprise ── and Kera Verr knew that there was no denying it.
A Mandalorian.
She had not seen a Mandalorian in many many cycles. Not since she was a little girl hopeless and lost on Corasant until she was found by one ── Boba Fett and taken to Maz Kanata and then her rescuer, despite travelling with the bounty hunter for many months was, unfortunately, was never to be seen again by Kera Verr.
Although, this was not that same Mandalorian from the hazy surface within her murky memories. This one was sand blown and very shiny ── like brand new polished and smooth credits. Kera knew it wasn't her rescuer, her hero as a child. She knew in her very bones.
"Hello Mandolorian," She mused quietly interrupting the conversation between the Mandalorian and the bartender as she cooly crossed her arms across her chest and leant against the entryway, a large grin gracing her pretty lips.
The Mandalorian turned instantaneously, the dim lighting shifting and reflecting upon his Beskar armour as he drowned in the sight of the woman before him.
There were no introductions. No pleasantries.
"I am looking for a Mandalorian."
The voice washed over Kera in smooth waves. It was a pleasant sort of voice, deep and mellow yet muffled and raspy by the modulator within the Beskar helmet.
