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"All right," Mayfield announced as everyone left the Razor Crest and landed on the Cruiser. "We're on the clock. When we engage those droids, they're going to be all over us."
Sighing, I took a deep breath. There was something on this ship that wasn't supposed to be there. I had been on many Prisoner Cruisers since becoming part of the rebellion and they always felt the same. Full of anger. This was different. There was a presence that was familiar to me, and yet, I didn't know what it was.
"You good?" Mando asked, now at my side.
I had to admit that I wasn't angry at him. His past was his past and what he had done before meeting me meant nothing to me. As the woman I had been and the woman I was now, violence and bad deeds were something that simply didn't phase me. I suppose, somewhere deep inside, I hated that I wasn't close enough to know about it. I wanted to be closer to him. That was something I realised the longer I thought about it. Perhaps it was the fear of that closeness that scared me and yet excited me. He was the last person on earth that I would expect to care for me and yet, I think that he did. And a Mandalorian was the last thing I expected to relate to and yet... here we were.
"Yeah," I lied. "It's just weird being back on a ship like this. New Republic, I mean."
"Bio trackers activated," Zero's voice cracked over a comms that Migs held. "I've got eyes."
"Alright, let's go," Mayfield announced, and we all began to move.
Blaster at my side, I didn't raise it as we turned the corners of the cruiser. My grip was firm on the weapon, but one stray shot and I could trigger an alarm.
I knew that they didn't recognise me – the prisoners – but I couldn't help but find myself familiar with some of the faces. At that, I wasn't entirely sure whether it was because I had locked them up or had stabbed them in the back after a smuggle.
"I don't like this," Din muttered, turning my attention to the Mandalorian. It was clear that he felt the heavy weight in the air as well, although I wasn't entirely sure we were worried for the same reasons.
"You always were paranoid," Xi'an commented.
She had a point, I had to admit. His behaviour could sometimes come across as quite paranoid, but I liked to think that it was more caution that anything else.
"Is that true, Mando?" Mayfield teased. "Were you always paranoid?"
Before anyone could answer, a large jolt came from the cell beside Miggs and I jumped into action, raising my blaster to point it at the prisoner in the cell.
Mayfield jumped back, almost stumbling into me and I pushed his arm to keep him steady. "Woah," he exclaimed, gripping my wrist tightly.
Xi'an approached the cell, snarling at the creature inside as Burg laughed. They kept moving. Turning my eyes to the man beside me, I glanced at the vice grip he had on me.
"Going to let go?" I posed.
He looked at me before noticing his hand, pulling away. "Sorry, you know how I am when things surprise me."
"Yes, I do. You go full flight mode and grab onto the nearest thing," I commented. "Let's keep moving before you go bolting back to the ship."
"Approaching control room," Zero told Migs through the comms as we quietly turned the corner.
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