(Previously titled: A Bounty and A Solo) Aria Solo accepted a dangerous bounty mission that would lead her into a battle for survival. As the story unfolds, Aria and the Mandalorian find themselves united in a fight for their survival. "I saved him," Aria declared a hint of pride in her voice. The Mandalorian, however, responded with a more measured tone. "You assisted," he corrected, acknowledging her contribution without overselling the heroic act. This fic is intended for 18+ readers only and may contain mature themes, explicit content, and adult situations. Please read at your own discretion. I DO NOT OWN ANY CHARACTERS OR IDEAS FROM SORCE OF INSPIRATION

"Razor Crest, hey? Didn't know any of these still flew" you joke, trying to ease the mounting tension in the air. The visor just stares back at you, silent and unwavering. Okay, not much for jokes... You walk up the ramp into the cargo hold, trying to ignore the wave of pressure as he stalks your every step. Stars, its almost predatory the way someone that size, in that much armor, manages to move so silently. A fact that should (and does) strike fear into your gut, but your cheeks blush with the equal amount of something else alongside it.... *18+, rough sex, mature content* Does not follow canon events.

A couple of tiny glowing fish came over to him, inspecting him. Neteyam watched them, unmoving. His stillness encouraged the little creatures to inch closer, one coming to rest against his nose. Neteyam realized they were the seeds of Eywa - only here, they did not float. Neteyam smiled softly, extending one of his arms, palm facing up. One of the seeds swam into his hand, resting comfortably. Ao'nung slowly sank down to his knees as well, brows furrowed in an unpleasant glare before bubbles escaped his lips in surprise at the sight in front of him. Neteyam glanced his way for a mere second before turning back to Eywa's little creations, watching as they circled his waist before finally swimming away.

A stolen voice. A guarded warrior. A world to reclaim. When Seya'ri awakens from cryosleep, she remembers nothing but her name - and the echo of a sister lost to fire. Raised in captivity by the RDA and preserved by the one human who dared to love her like a daughter, Seya'ri escapes into a world she was stolen from - a body she doesn't recognize, a forest that does. Guided through the chaos by a silent warrior named So'lek - the last of a forgotten clan - she begins to reclaim her place among the People. But Eywa does not restore without cost.