Promises are made to be broken. Deals are made to be kept.
[The Mandalorian Season 1-2]
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Prequel to Promises and Deals --> Truth...
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He really should be more professional about the job. Mando has had so many at this point, he should know not to worry about the little things. Especially the communicator in his pocket. Or who might be on the other side. Or how he really just wants to be in bed...not necessarily sleeping.
As the group of four turns the corner, Mando holds his blaster up and begins shooting at the two techs standing over a console. One of them begins shooting back while the other one blasts the panel itself.
Both fall after another moment or two.
With a roll of his eyes, Mando lets his blaster fall to his side as he looks around the hallway, his gaze falling on the liquid containers lining the walls, showing floating creatures inside.
"What the..." Greef mutters as he, too, sees the bodies.
Mando takes a step forward as disgust coils in his throat. Alora was right—there is something seriously wrong with this base. Each body seems deformed in its own way as it floats in the liquid, and Mando knows nothing good can come from this.
"I thought you said this was a forward operating base," Cara says, pointedly looking over at Greef.
"I thought it was."
"No, this isn't a military operation. This is a lab." Cara gulps, and Mando can tell she can also feel the wrongness of the place. "We need to get into the system and figure out what's going on."
Mythrol begins to stutter, shaking his head. "What about the reactor—"
"Do it!"
As he goes over to the panel, Mando says, "I don't like this. We should've listened to Tiri." These poor creatures, whoever they are, are far from peaceful. Their expressions twist and turn into muffled screams, but all Mando can truly see is Alora's face when he rescued her from this planet so long ago when he doomed his kind. Is this where she and the Child would have ended up?
"...replicated the results of the subsequent trials, which also resulted in catastrophic failure." Mando turns to see that Mythrol has pulled up a transmission of the doctor who had claimed to have saved Alora and the Child. Pershing, Mando thinks.
"There were promising effects for an entire fortnight, but then, sadly, the body rejected the blood. I highly doubt we'll find a donor with a high M-count, though. Both samples of blood appear to be proficient. I recommend that we suspend all experimentation. I fear that the volunteer will meet the same regrettable fate if we proceed with the transfusion. Unfortunately, we have exhausted our initial supply of blood. There are significant advantages and disadvantages of each donor.
"The Child is small, and I was only able to harvest a small amount without killing him. While I was able to get more from Alora Naftirir, her midi-chlorians are more developed, resulting in a need for a more specific recipient, despite the more mature midi-chlorians being extremely advantageous. In both cases, if these experiments are to continue as requested, we would again require access to either donor. I will not disappoint you again, Moff Gideon."
