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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The trip back to Nevarro started quietly. Din and Alora returned to the ship they borrowed from the Mandalorian mercenaries in silence. Though he wanted to say something—anything, really—Din had kept his mouth shut as they snuck their way off the planet and out of the region while Alora kept to herself as she worked on those strange discs.
Din had never seen technology like what they found in the Temple. Those blue crystals must have held some kind of information, but someone had made sure no one would ever be able to access them again. Maybe it was the Empire, but maybe it was the last of the Jedi to keep their survivors safe. To keep Alora and Grogu safe.
The discs Alora had taken with her were also different. They are older than anything Din has seen used, and they look broken beyond use. However, Alora had managed to get one working in a matter of seconds while inside the Temple. He had watched as the disc fused together to play one insignificant video before it tore apart again.
The Force works in mysterious ways.
But the silence was less unnerving and more tiring. Din was exhausted from the days before, unable to sleep with so much to do. He really should have refused when Alora offered to pilot while he got some rest. He shouldn't have fallen for her logic or let his body react the way it did to her offered comfort. Even just her hand on his shoulder was enough to feel the warmth spread through his body, the lull of comfort and safety.
He really should have just stood his ground, because now he is awake, and they have landed. But this is not Nevarro. And Alora is not here.
She had left a tracker in his palm when she snuck away. He is going to make her regret that.
As he tries to balance his panic, anger, and desperation to find her, he makes his way through the facility attached to the landing zone. It is mostly deserted, but cameras line every corner.
Alora's tracker leads him to a storage room. It isn't too large, but it is filled with places to hide in the shadows and boxes. As soon as he closes the door behind him, he sees her rifling through a box with her back to him.
"Really?" He says as he marches up to her. "You can't just—"
"I took a slight detour," she replies without looking up. Pulling out a piece of bent metal, she inspects it in the dim light. "I know I should have woken you up, but you needed the sleep."
"No, I—"
"Don't even try to argue with me. You were falling asleep while still piloting us." She arches a playful brow at him. "Besides, this isn't that far out of the way, and I needed a few materials. To fix the discs." The playfulness drops as she goes back to digging in the box. "It should be around here somewhere. No one ever needs it."
