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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They had elected to take one ship, and Din really wishes they hadn't. Being with Alora is exhilarating, even with other people around, but being with Alora scratched an itch Din hadn't realized he felt. And now it is all he can think about—that itch. That insufferable, easy to appease itch.
It has not helped that a familiar headband is once again wrapped around her wrist.
The journey to find Bo-Katan's fleet had taken longer than Din expected, but the planet they find is beautifully green and a welcome sight. Din watches as Alora sits up a bit higher to survey the planet as they enter the atmosphere, her eyes widening and a smile creeping onto her face as she looks out at the trees.
"There they are," Bo-Katan says as they zero in on her fleet. Many ships congregate together, and Din can barely make out glints of armor from the video feed.
"That's quite a fleet," he replies.
"It took me a long time to assemble it. Most of it was captured from the Empire."
Alora scoffs. "I knew it looked familiar. Love what you've done with it. Could come in handy when taking back Mandalore."
Bo-Katan sighs. "Axe Woves is their leader now. It's going to take some convincing to get them to join us."
"I wonder what they're here for," Din says, almost to himself.
Alora stands from her seat and wanders over to his, leaning against the console before him. Crossing her arms, she clicks her tongue. "This planet isn't on the New Republic Registry, so I'd bet it is an independent world that hired them for protection. They are mercenaries, after all."
He looks up at her smirking to herself. She catches his gaze and arches a brow. Going to say something?
If he wasn't sitting down, that look would buckle his knees.
Instead, Alora's eyes flit to Grogu who is cooing and staring at them. "I don't suppose you left on good terms, did you?" Alora asks. "That would be too much to ask for, right?"
"I'll land outside the fleet's perimeter," Bo-Katan says. "It's probably best if we go in on foot. Bring your weapons." She sends Alora a look, pointedly watching her waist where her lightsabers rest. "Just in case."
Suddenly, music comes through the communications system followed by a female voice, saying, "Welcome to Plazir-15. The Outer Rim's only remaining direct democracy. You've been assigned a docking ship. You will be guided on the assigned path. Engaging automated guidance."
This ship shifts direction. Alora stumbles onto Din's shoulder, grabbing hold of him to steady herself. Bo-Katan begins to press buttons, but the ship continues. "What happened?" Din demands, his hand remaining around Alora's waist to keep her steady.
