𝓓𝔂𝓲𝓷𝓰 𝓦𝓲𝓽𝓱 𝓣𝓱𝓮 𝓟𝓪𝓼𝓽

THE SEQUEL

Hello everyone! This is the prologue to the sequel of Dying With The Past. And the sequel will take place 13 years later after the last chapter. So tp gove ypu a little idea Omega was 13 in the last chapter now she's 26. Ahsoka was 18 now she's 31. Teagan Tano was just born and now she's 13. Alright sorry if that was confusing I'm not the best at explaining time gaps ya know? Anyway here it is.

13 years later

As I sat there sipping my spotchka I couldn't help but observe my surroundings. It's a nervous habit of mine I've accidentally passed on to my student as well. Peering around the bar I could see a mixture of faces and species of all kinds. They were all here and all drinking for different reasons. That is, all but one. In the corner of the room there was one man who stood out among the rest. Why I'd recognize that armor anywhere. Afterall I am a Mandalorian myself. In a way. Kinda. Not really. But I've still heard the stories! And my blood brother is the Boba Fett so I think that should count for something. I couldn't help but stare at the beautiful shiny helemet and wonder what was under it. He was doing the same thing I was doing, observing the surroundings until his eyes came across me. Or at least what I assumed were eyes under that helmet of his. I looked inside his mind but it was hard with the helmet on for some reason, however I was able to push through. For some reason the only thing on his mind was... me? What the hell? I quickly pushed myself out of his head. The Mandalorian looked down below the table then back up at me. A small gasp escaped my lips when he got up and walked himself over. I gulped down the lump forming in my throat. Im already on a mission the last thing I need is him jeopardizing it.

"Hi." I said to him casually as if I wasn't just staring at him from across the room.

Omega what's your position?

I ignored the voice that belongs to my Master, Ahsoka Tano which I have grown used to hearing in my head.

I'm in position. I have eyes on the target. He's about 5'8 sitting across the room wearing an all black Imperial Captains uniform and he has a weird-ass face with a stupid hat.

Omega, hun, that could literally be anybody on this odd planet.

I let out an audible chuckle which probably confused the Mandalorian. If it did, he never showed it because he was as cool as bantha milk.

"Can I help you?" I asked but no response. He just kept staring me from underneath that shiny metal tin can of his.

"Seriously dude, if your gonna do something funny just get it over with. I don't have time for this shit today." He stayed still and quiet for a long time. Oh dear is he dead? I sighed with relief when he moved his arm to grab something out from under his belt. When he placed it on the table I already regretted looking at him.

"So your a bounty hunter, eh?" I asked casually flinging an arm over the top of the booth I was seated in. He said nothing more. I took another look at the bounty puck he set down in front of me. It was a clear as day image of me rotating on the table which struck some minor fear in my heart but this isn't the first time something like this has happened. However this is the first Mandalorian I've faced since...

"Alright dude I'm kinda in the middle of something here. So are you gonna try to shoot me or say something here or..." I trailed off hoping he would make the first move. I waited patiently for him to do something or say something. He merely slipped one hand over his blaster and one finger over the trigger.