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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Landing on Nevarro, Alora is amazed at how much progress the planet has made since they last visited. The main town is a bustling city with trees and infrastructure—a stark difference from the Imperial-run shit-hole she first saw. As they walk through the streets, she can't help but take note of each vendor they pass and what they sell. Her stomach rumbles at the mixing scents of fresh food in the air.
Droids roam the street reciting an obvious script about how great Nevarro is. It makes Alora smirk and shake her head.
"A lot had changed around here," Mando says, glancing down at Grogu in his bassinet.
As they walk up to the main square, Alora's eyes catch a statue in the center: IG-11 stands tall with a blaster in hand. Grogu coos next to her, his hands reaching out. "Remember your friend?" Alora asks as they pause beside the statue. The more she looks, the more it simply looks like IG-11 itself and not a replica.
"Mando! Tiri!" Greef Karga's voice draws their attention as he walks toward them in a luscious red robe. "I heard you were back, but I didn't believe it."
"Magistrate Karga," Mando greets him.
"That's High Magistrate Karga to you."
Alora arches a brow and crosses her arms. "Really?"
Greef chuckles nervously and shakes his head. "Come. Let's catch up on old times. It's so good to see you. Welcome back."
"Doesn't even look like the same place," Mando says as they follow Greef.
"I know, we've done a lot with it. The citizens have been so instrumental in making this all work, and look at this!" Greef points out a few significant buildings along the way, but they eventually find their way to his office overlooking the city.
Grogu launches himself into Greef's chair which spins around as Greef leads Alora and Mando to his balcony. "We are an official trade spur of the Hydian Way," Greef says.
"Congratulations," Alora replies. "That is quite the achievement, considering what this place used to be."
"We've got a construction boom going on in the city. The belters are mining the asteroid fields at the edge of the system. There's a lot of money to be made on Nevarro."
Mando nods, "I can see."
"I can set you up with a prime tract right over by the hot springs. You both and the little one, you can settle down, you can hang up for blaster and lightsaber. Live off the fat of the land."
Alora glances out at the land with a small sigh. She wishes she could put her lightsabers away forever. It took her months to build a new saber to replace the one she gave to Luke for Grogu. Months of living in the cold with a singular goal. She spent weeks pouring all her energy over one saber with the one kyber crystal she was able to find only to promptly destroy it when it was complete. Despite the hardship, she will never wield a blue lightsaber. It took three more tries to find the one she uses now.
