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A/N: some more Alora x Din fluff :))

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Din walks ahead of you to kneel beside the kid in the snow, and you wrap your arms around yourself to keep warm as you admire the heart-warming sight of father and son.

Din's visor scans the snowy ground, focusing on footprints that are traveling away from the ship and deeper into the snowy cave.

The Frog lady must've wandered off... A frown pulls at your lips as you let your gaze drift along the path.

"When did she go?" he murmurs, and you're not sure if he's addressing the child or talking to himself.

The child babbles in response, looking up at the Mandalorian with wide eyes. Din's gaze travels from the kid to follow the line of footsteps that disappear into the darkness, and he picks up the kid to hold him in gently in his arms.

"You should get back into the ship, cyar'ika," Din murmurs, pressing his helmet against your forehead gently. "You need to get warm. You're shaking."

"Din..."

"Go. Get warm," he nudges your arm gently, nodding his head toward the ship. "Please..."

"Fine," you sigh dramatically. "I'll go await my knight in shining armor to return to the castle."

"Just don't get locked in a tower, mesh'la," Din chuckles, reaching out to give your hand a small squeeze before walking into the cave with the child.

"I can't make any promises," you call over your shoulder with a grin, entering the ship to try to gain some warmth from the freezing cold of the outdoors. You can hear Din's soft laughter disappearing outside as he moves further away from the ship, and you shake your head in amusement as you wrap a blanket around your shoulders, shivering slightly.

Shuffling around the messy space, you start to try to sort through everything - pushing boxes back into their place against the wall, picking up pieces of equipment that have been thrown across the ship, and brushing the frost off of the things of importance in the hangar. Humming to yourself softly, you continue to move throughout the hangar, cleaning the mess that the crash has caused.

An odd box catches your attention as you move, making you pause as you give it a double-take. It was a small crate - maybe enough room for the child to sit inside but that's about it. It was covered, hidden by a cloth, in the corner of the ship. Pulling the crate out from its hiding place, you tug back the blanket cast over it to find it to be full of books.

"What is this?" you chuckle, rummaging through the book collection with an amused grin. "You hiding your book collection from me, cyare?"

There are multiple books, maybe five or six, all with worn pages from time and use, and you pause while flipping through the pages to read some of the small bits of writing Din had left in the margins.

The words looked like chicken scratch - some were hurried and rushed as if he had limited time and others were smoother... nicer... more thought out than his other scribbles.

The books varied from languages such as Mando'a to story books or other books on culture. You can't stop smiling as you thumb through the pages. In the book of Mando'a, Din has written sentences in the language. Words that you recognize, such as mesh'la and cyar'ika... but there were others you'd never seen before.

Riduur... Ni kar'tayl gar darasuum... You murmur the words to yourself as your finger traces his handwriting. You can't remember if you've ever seen him writing, and, while the writing is rushed and smudged, you find his handwriting beautiful all the same.

Pulling a pen out of the crate, you scrawl a small heart by the words you had just read, setting the book aside as you grab another that was tucked away. Almost as if Din was hiding it.

Your mouth falls open slightly as you read the title.

The History of the Jedi - Tales of the Force and its Warriors.

"Oh, Din," you breathe, letting your hand brush over the cover as your eyes brim with tears.

The pages were worn from use, and, just like the other books, there were notes from Din's hand riddling its pages. Multiple sentences were underlined or circled, specifically about the connection between the Force and the Jedi, and the topics on mentality and meditation. Questions and notes lined the tops of the pages, and you can see that some pages were dog-eared for Din to return to later on... Those pages were particularly worn out from repetitive reading.

Some of the notes held your name throughout them, but others held questions and concerns for the kid and his powers. The chapters on training and connection with the Force were filled with writing, markings, and other scribbles.

Silent tears of joy track down your cheeks, making your skin sting from the sudden warmth in the chill air. One hand rests over your mouth as you flip through the pages, reading his notes and thoughts carefully as you stifle your crying with your hand.

I knew he cared about me... But this... He cares this much... He got this to learn about me and the kid... and I didn't even know.

An emotion you haven't felt in such magnitude in such a long time rises in your chest, making it hard to breathe. The smile on your face was unparalleled by any other, and you hold the book to your chest as you let the raw emotion roll over you - no longer fearing the feeling you had once dreaded.

Oh Maker, I love him.

I love Din Djarin.

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Neither Din nor Alora had been paying attention to what was in front of them. The speeder jolted, rocking forward as it slams into a trip wire laid out in their path between rocky structures.

They were sent flying - Alora letting out a shriek of surprise and Din crying out as well. Alora and the child go rolling in the dirt, groaning as she slams into the ground. Din grunts as he manages to switch on the jetpack and turns in the air, his boots skidding in the sand as he lands. Pieces of the speeder fly past him, exploding against rocks as Din struggles to stay standing.

A shot slams into Din's helmet immediately, and he cries out in surprise as he stumbles back against another shot.

"Alora!"

Alora's struggling to rise from the dirt, ripping off her goggles in frustration. "Son of a bitch!"

"Get the Child!" Three hunters appear behind the rocks, all advancing toward Din and the kid. They fire at Din again, throwing him against the rock wall behind him.

Din watches as the smallest of the hunters move closer to the kid, and he pulls his blaster to shoot. A man appears behind him, swinging down an axe and knocking his blaster from his grip.

"Alora! Cyare!" Din grunts as he wrestles with the man. "Ve'ganir te adiik bal slanar!" Get the child and go!

Alora rises from the sand, aiming at another man who has come around the rock wall and shooting him square between the eyes.

"ALORA, GO!"

"Nayc, cyare!" No, beloved!

Din continues to struggle with the man when Alora cries out in pain. A stray shot from another hunter knocks her blaster out of her hand, and she shakes her hand, hissing through gritted teeth.

Din knocks out the first man, but another one quickly takes his place, knocking his helmet hard against the stone. Alora rips a knife from her belt, twirling it in her hand as the hunter charges at her. They throw a punch at her face, but she raises her forearms to block, ducking under a punch with a snarl and throwing one of her own. She swings the knife, aiming the point of it at their eyes, but they knock her arm away quickly.

Din continues to deal with the men by the wall, grabbing the rifle from one and using it to knock two men out at once. He glances at Alora continuously, watching her as she continues her attack. She slashes at the air, ripping through it as she tries to cut open their stomach. Alora's attacks never cease, forcing the hunter to retreat' as they try to deflect the blows. Alora flips the knife in mid-air after one of her slashes, snatching it out of the air and bringing it around to cut at their eyes.

Din can hear a shriek of pain as the knife hits them, and he watches as the hunter stumbles back, clutching their face as blood seeps through their fingers. Alora steps over the wreckage from the speeder, glowering at them as air hisses through her teeth.

Alora grabs them by the throat, hoisting them up from the ground and bringing them close to her face.

"You will not touch my kid. Understand?" The words hiss from her gritted teeth as her eyes burn with fury.

The hunter nods, their eyes wide and wild with fear. Alora lets go of their throat, practically throwing them down onto the dirt, and she watches as they run into the desert before hurling the knife into the back of their neck. They slump into the sand, sending up dust.

Both Din and Alora turn to the kid, freezing when they see the small hunter holding a knife to the kid's throat.

"Wait!" Alora cries, holding up her hands with fear etched across her face.

"Don't hurt the Child!" Din says urgently. "If you put one mark on him, there's no place you will be able to hide from us."

"We can strike a bargain," Alora splutters, gesturing to the wreckage. "There's a lot of value in this wreckage. Take your pick... but please... leave the kid."

The hunter gestures to Din's back with the knife, barking in another language. Din's eyes widen when he realizes that they want the jetpack attached to his back, and he glances over his shoulder at the piece of equipment.

"Okay..." Din reaches back and takes off his pack, glancing at Alora to see her eyes widened in distress as she stares at the hunter. "Here... it's yours." Din sets it in the sand in front of him, raising his hands in surrender as he backs away. The hunter points the knife at him and Alora, making them slide farther away out of fear for the child.

"Please..." Alora whispers. "Don't hurt him."

"It's okay," Din whispers, both to the child and to Alora. He watches carefully as the hunter lowers the child to the ground, and he can see Alora inching forward to get closer to the kid out of the corner of his visor.

The hunter snatches up the jetpack, glancing back at the couple, and runs off into the desert. The second the hunter starts to run, the kid runs forward, cooing as he makes his way to Din. Din picks him up as he runs up to him, holding him close against his cuirass as he looks over the child with concern. Alora hurries over, staring after the hunter as he runs farther into the dunes with hatred in her eyes.

"Hey, ad'ika... you okay?" Din whispers, looking down at the kid in his arms. When the kid coos in response, Din looks up at Alora, who is hovering nervously over the kid, scanning his small body for injuries. "Are you alright, cyare?"

"Yes..." Alora whispers, reaching out to pet the kid's ear. "I'm fine."

Din turns the child in his arms to be able to see out into the desert, and he starts to mess with the controls on his vambrace. The hunter running in the distance is suddenly catapulted upwards, flying through the air as the jetpack tries to knock him off. Alora watches the person fall from the sky with interest, only looking away when their body hits the sand and the jetpack starts to fly back to Din. Alora extends her hand towards a body in the distance, eyes narrowing in focus as an object rises from the body and flies at them in a blur. The handle of the knife slams into her palm, and she observes the blade before shaking the blood off of it and sliding it back into its sheath.

The child turns his head slowly to look up at Din, a look of disapproval decorating his tiny face. Din just shrugs in amusement, smiling down at the kid lovingly.

Alora starts muttering to herself, stalking across the sand to snatch up her goggles and kick one of the hunter's bodies out of anger.

"Little... piece of... kriffing... shit..."

Din chuckles, setting the child down in the sand and watching as he runs to see his buir. Alora brightens the moment that the kid latches onto her boot, leaning down to scoop him up and plant kisses along his forehead. Din walks over to them, pulling them into a giant group hug that Alora melts into with a small smile.

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A/N: I just posted an update to the story, but here's something from a couple months ago

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The dragon's high-pitched scream echoes through the canyon, calling out a warning to anyone nearby. It rears its head from the sand, exposing its enormous fangs as its scream grows louder.

"STAY IN POSITION!" you scream as the people around you start to shift nervously in their places, raising your free hand to signal to the Tuskens operating the spear cannon. "HOLD IT!" you stare at the beast, watching its every movement. "READY..." The beast roars louder, starting to creep further out of its resting place. "AND..."

Now.

"FIRE!"

Spears were fired at the dragon, digging into its tough flesh, and making it scream in anger and pain. One of the raiders running back to the group trips and falls, and you charge forward to help them as the dragon barrels forward.

"ALORA!" Din darts forward from his position in the rocky ledges above, but Cobb's arm stops him. "Move!" he growls at the marshal, desperate to get to you.

"She's gonna be fine," Cobb hisses.

Your efforts to get to the Tusken before the dragon did were in vain, and you let out a cry of desperation as you watch the poor man get captured in the jaws of the beast, with one hand reaching out to you for help.

"NO!"

The dragon starts to retreat back into the cave with its prize, hissing with satisfaction as it moves.

"Shit!" you hiss, pausing for a moment as you watch it back away.

"Dank farrick, it's going back in," Din growls. "It's retreating."

The ropes that were attached to the spears are starting to pull taut as the dragon pulls away, and the Sand People run to grab them, pulling them back with all their might. But they're yanked into the air along with the rope, dragged in after the beast. People start running forward to offer their assistance, but it all seems to be in vain.

"Oh no, you don't," you growl, raising your blaster.

"I'm gonna hit it," Cobb mutters, hovering his thumb over the trigger for the explosives.

"No! Wait! Alora is there!" Din urges, shoving his hand away from the trigger. "And we only have one shot. We've gotta get it out." His eyes narrow behind his visor as he watches you charge forward. "What is she doing?"

You let out a cry of anger as you shoot at the beast. The rest of the Tuskens and townspeople start to shoot and throw things at the krayt dragon to anger it.

"COME ON, YOU GIANT PIECE OF SHIT AND SCALES," you shriek, holding your ground and continuing fire.

The krayt dragon charges forward once again, barreling straight towards you while you continue to shoot. Your eyes narrow as the size of the beast starts to engulf your vision.

"FALL BACK!" You turn and wave your arms, screaming at people to leave as you stumble away from the charging beast. "RETREAT!" The dragon nearly snags you with its teeth when you slip over the shifting sand, but a Tusken yanks you away from harm as the beast slams its mouth shut with a deafening boom.

"ALORA!" Din's voice echoes through the canyon, and you glance up at the ledge where he's hidden when you hear it.

"NOT YET. DON'T HIT IT. NOT YET. IT'S NOT IN POSITION."

"Dammit, Alora," Din hisses, clenching his hand into a fist. "Why must you always be so focused on others and not yourself?"

"Gotta say, Mando," Cobb says through gritted teeth. "I admire your partner. She's got guts."

"That she does," Din mutters, watching as you drag someone away from the collapsing sand.

More spears are shot at the beast, and Tuskens swarm to grab onto the ropes connected to them, trying to haul the creature farther out of its cave.

"Come on!" You grab one of the ropes, helping the Tuskens in holding the dragon in position, but stumble back when the krayt dragon suddenly lifts its head into the air. The people holding the ropes are thrown into the air as you hit the sand with widened eyes in horror.

The dragon lets out a bellowed shriek, shaking the walls of the canyon and shifting the sand as it rears its head with opening jaws.

"Holy shit-"

A sickly green acid spews from its mouth and you cower in the sand, curling up into a ball to try to make yourself as small as you possibly can. Screaming fills the air as Tuskens and townspeople alike are hit with the acid, and you look up and scream in horror when you see them crumble and dissipate into nothing.

"ALORA!" Din charges forward once again, and Cobb moves to stop him again. "I need to get her. I need-"

"If you want to help her, then we need to kill the thing," Cobb says desperately, his eyes widening with the horror of what he had just witnessed.

"I need to get her away-"

"You need to focus, Mando! We are her only hope!"

"Okay... okay..." Din raises his binocs, watching as the dragon moves further into the open. You're splayed out on your back, looking up at the ginormous beast in terror.

"Oh Maker, this is not how my life was gonna end," you whisper to yourself. At least the kid is safe with Din.

"Now!" Din yells at Cobb.

You let out a scream when the bombs planted in the sand explode under the krayt dragon, and you turn to scramble away when it sends a ripple through the earth. The beast's roar nearly bursts your eardrums, and you clap your hands over your ears as you crumble to your knees. People were cowering just as you were, dropping to their knees and covering their heads as the explosion rocks the canyon.

The dragon dives into the sand, burrowing deep into the earth, and disappearing into the Dune Sea. The ground trembles from the movement, and you stay in your momentary state of shock as you watch it disappear.

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A/N: congratulations :) this is unreleased content for the end of season two. I hope y'all enjoy

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"Sir... Doctor Pershing has not boarded yet... he is en route-"

"We are unable to wait for Doctor Pershing any longer. We must go through with the procedure. Take her to the cell."

"What?" you mutter, struggling to get out of the grasp of the soldiers as they start to drag you backward. "What are you talking about? Where are you taking me?"

Gideon starts to approach you, following the soldiers as they drag you off of the bridge kicking and screaming.

"Let me go! Where are you taking me?! Answer me!"

Your heels drag on the floor as you try to plant yourself and you're practically spitting at Gideon as he walks along calmly behind the soldiers, watching you struggle.

"I'd behave myself if I were you, my dear Jedi. Remember that if you disobey, then the child will see the consequences."

"You will not touch my child!" you screech, struggling to get out of the stormtroopers' grasp.

"He is not your child," Gideon sneers as you turn a corner, still screaming bloody murder. "And if you want him to remain unharmed, then you will calm yourself and listen."

"If you touch a hair on his head, I swear to the Maker I will gut you like a fish," you snarl, trying to lunge for the man as the stormtroopers drag you into a new cell.

The cell was white, just as your original one had been, but this one had a table with restraints attached to it.

"What is this?! Let me go!"

Memories flash through your mind, making you wince at the painful similarities you're witnessing from this room to the one in the fortress.

"Please... no... don't tie me down... I won't do anything, I promise!"

Blood... so much blood...

Flashes of blood dripping on metal grate flooring makes pain flood your mind. The memory of the smell makes your eyes water. Pain ripples down your forearms as your scars scream at the recollection.

"No... No! NO!" you scream, struggling against the troopers as they force you onto the table and tie your limbs to the cold metal. 

"The restraints are necessary for this process," Gideon murmurs, stepping aside to let a man dressed in a gray doctor's uniform into the room with a small box. The doctor moves to a table to open the box to show a syringe inside, and panic floods your bloodstream.

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A/N: the beginning of season two of the Mandalorian for my fic :) I hope y'all enjoy this snippet

Warnings: blood, fighting, death, violence

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You pop up from the ground, turning back to the main fight only for you to see someone punch Din in the helmet. The man screams in pain as his fingers break and he clutches his hand against his chest while a woman slashes at Din with a knife.

The man with the broken hand tries to swing at Din again, but Din ducks and the man stumbles from the effort. With a shriek, you run and jump on the man as he turns to face you at your scream. Your legs straddle his neck, and he reaches up to grab your thighs to try to shove you away as he starts to stumble forward. You start to pummel his head, raising your arms into the air and slamming your elbows down into the crown of his head continuously as he stumbles forward toward a table. The man pries your legs from his neck, slamming you down on the table and wrapping his hands around your neck. His thumbs dig into your trachea, compressing it as he grimaces through the pain of broken bones. Letting out a strangled grunt, you turn the handle of your blade to bring the knife around in one fluid motion.

One quick slash to his throat and the man falters. His eyes widen and he releases the hold on your throat to reach up to touch the blood dripping from the ghastly smile carved on his own.

"What did you do?" he gurgles. The man is clutching his throat, desperately trying to hold in the blood that's pouring from the wound.

You wipe your face with the back of your hand as you sit up from the table, brushing away drops of blood.

"You attack him... you attack me," you gasp, spitting on the floor.

You watch as he collapses, knees buckling and blood splattering everywhere as he hits the floor.

There's a thud as someone falls from across the room, a knife sticking out of their chest. Din's staring at the body, his entire body is heaving with breath and anger as he surveys the room. Bodies were littered everywhere. You can see the Twi'lek who had been guarding the building lying a few feet away, sprawled out dead. Gor Koresh is nowhere in sight.

"Where's Gor?" you huff, wiping your knife on the sleeve of your inner elbow.

Din spins to look at you and rushes over to your side as you sheath your knife. He cups your chin, lifting your face to meet his gaze.

"Are you okay? Are you hurt?" His gaze must've fallen on your bruising throat because his anger spikes again. "Who did that?" His hushed voice was filled with rage, and his gloved hand softly touches the fingerprints on your throat.

You gesture to the man slumped by the table, grimacing at the disturbing sight of the growing pool of blood. Another reminder of the blood on your hands from this life you've led.

"I'm fine, Din. Where's Gor?"

"He ran out once the fighting started."

You scan the room as you walk with Din towards the door, counting the number of bodies that lay strewn about. "You beat me this time."

"How many did you get?"

"Two," you snort.

"Yeah, I won," Din chuckles, holding the door open for you and the child's pod as you exit the premises.

"In my defense... They were choking me when the fight started."

"Whatever you say, cyare," he teases.

"Hey, don't tease me. I'll beat your ass, Buckets." You point the knife at him in a loose grip, smirking at him as you step into the street. Catching a glimpse of the man running away, you let out a sigh.

"He's running."

"They always run," Din snorts, walking down the street calmly.

"We're not that scary, are we?" you say teasingly, twirling the knife in your hand.

"No," he says simply, going along with it. "We're just a Mandalorian and a Jedi. Why would they be scared?"

"Hmm, I guess we'll never know," you muse.

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A/N: this is an interlude in the story between season one and two of the Mandalorian for my fanfic. Hope y'all enjoy:)

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You bolt upright from the cot, frozen in fright. Your body shivers and trembles, and you find yourself not able to breathe.

There is movement by your side and your head whips around to look at it.

Din.

It was just a dream.

Letting out a shaky breath, you put your face in your hands as Din rolls closer to you, still fast asleep. His hand brushes your thigh as he searches for you in the space where you had been laying.

"Din," you murmur, taking his hand and stroking it with your thumb as he mumbles your name in his sleep. "You're okay. You're safe."

He can't hear you, obviously, but you don't need him to. The words are more for yourself to hear than for him.

Din hums in his sleep and the sound of it brings a smile to your lips. His arm snakes around your waist, pulling you closer to him, and you nestle into his arms. Pressing a soft kiss against his neck, you smile into his shoulder as Din sighs in sleepy contentment.

It was just a dream. He's okay.

The nightmares of Ari's death have lessened with time... but are now replaced by ones of Din.

It's been over a week since Nevarro. Since Gideon. Since the explosion. Since you'd nearly lost Din.

He claims that he's fine. His head injury has mostly healed, but the image of him lying in a field of flame and the words of him telling you to leave him to die haunt your dreams.

In every dream, he's dying because of you. And, every time you wake, the sight of him by your side calms you down and you're able to breathe again.

You haven't told him about the dreams. You're scared that if you do, the nightmares might become reality.

He was in that situation because of you. He laid his life on the line because of you. If he had died, his blood would've been on your hands.

It would be your fault.

That thought pops into your head whenever Din leaves the room to check on his injuries or goes to the shower. Whenever you saw the healing burns on his wrists from the explosion.

It was the weight in your heart when he had broken down upon returning to the Crest. When he grieved the Mandalorians who had died... died because of you. The way he had sobbed in your arms for his family. He had finally allowed his walls to break down - finally allowed himself to bear the heaviness of his emotions and grief. You had cried with him, guilt making each tear burn as it fell down your face. This was all your fault. Their deaths... Kuiil's death... Din's injuries...

He was there because of you.

And you don't know if you would be able to live yourself if he dies. You're barely able to grasp the fact that so many have died and endured pain because of your existence... because Din had taken you under his wing... because a Mandalorian had fallen in love with a Jedi.

Din lets out a soft sigh that distracts you from your grief-ridden thoughts. His arms tighten around you, as if he knew that you were in pain, and you allow yourself a moment of peace. To just focus on Din.

You can feel yourself drifting off in the safety and comfort of Din's arms. The warmth of his body and the sound of his soft snores make everything else fall away.

The galaxy is you and Din.

All of your worries and concerns are gone for a moment. You don't need anything more. Just Din. The realization hits you right as you slip into unconsciousness.

You've fallen in love with Din Djarin. Truly, fully, completely in love. The same way that one falls asleep. Slowly... and then all at once. And yet the realization of it hasn't hit you quite yet.

A smile pulls at your lips as sleep overwhelms your body.

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Beautiful Unknown Words

chapter one

chapter four

chapter six

chapter eight

chapter fourteen

chapter fifteen

chapter seventeen

chapter nineteen

chapter twenty-one

chapter twenty-three

chapter twenty-five

chapter twenty-six

chapter twenty-eight

chapter thirty

interlude

chapter thirty-two

chapter thirty-four

chapter thirty-five

chapter thirty-six

Remembrance

general of metal

*not canon stuff*

possessed Alora 

Alora vs. Bo Katan

Din’s nightmare

A/N: Remembrance is basically a spinoff for my Din Djarin fic. It allows me to create more backstory for my OC, Alora, without randomly dropping stuff into the current story. So enjoy this tidbit :)

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"Surely there's a better way to do this." Alora mutters to herself as she stares up at the vents in the ceiling.

"Well, what do you suggest?"

Looking over her shoulder at the sound of an accent-heavy voice, Alora's eyes fall on the Jedi entering the hallway from the hatch to the Republic ship. He's taller than she is... most people are since she's only fourteen. The bearded Jedi stood at a height nearly seven inches taller than her. If she hadn't known him to be a friend, she would've been intimidated by his stature. Master Obi-Wan Kenobi was a man of grace, wisdom, and strength. He'd become somewhat famous - not only in the Temple but in the Republic.

"Well, for starters, how about I don't go climbing through the vents of a Separatist ship?"

"We need your eyes. To scout the area and to find General Grievous. But, if you think you can't do it..." Kenobi arches an eyebrow in a taunting manner.

"Hey, hey, I can do it," Alora scoffs. "I just would rather not climb through a vent that's all," she shrugs.

"Alora is claustrophobic."

Master Thorn steps in, following Master Kenobi through the hatch. She's wearing her standard tan robes and armor, similar to Master Kenobi. Alora smiles at the sight of her master, but the smile is quickly replaced by a small frown.

"I am not claustrophobic. Why must you spread lies, Master?"

"My apologies, Alora," she smiles mischievously.

"Maybe you should practice a new exercise, Master. While I practice my meditations, you write lines or something... Something like 'I must not tell lies'."

Kya beams in amusement and Kenobi shakes his head in exasperation.

"The way you two bicker... It's like you're sisters."

"Maybe we are," Alora smirks, focusing on the screws in the vent opening above her and raising her hand. They start to turn, loosening their hold on the grate. "After all, she's not that much older than me."

"Master Thorn is nearly ten years older than you, Padawan Caddell."

"Yep, not that much older," Alora smirks, knowing that she and her Master are starting to remind General Kenobi of his old Padawan.

"Are you trying to call me old, Master Kenobi?" Master Thorn raises an eyebrow in amusement. "Surely you should consider the fact that you are older than me before commenting on my age."

"I can't deal with you two," he grumbles, starting to walk farther into the hallway.

"Got it."

The screws and the grate cover clatter to the ground at Alora's feet. She quickly scoops up the screws and stuffs them into a pocket on her belt. Master Thorn looks at her in confusion and Alora returns the look with a shrug.

"You never know when I might need them. Maybe Grievous likes to eat them."

"He's not actually a droid, Alora. And even if he was, droids don't eat."

Alora snickers at Obi-Wan's groan in the distance.

"Hey, I'll still throw them at him. Mark my words."

"I don't doubt it," Obi-Wan mutters, walking back toward the two Jedi. "Are you going to get in the vent or not?"

"Why? Do you wanna take my place?"

"Alora, pester Master Kenobi any further and he might throw you into the vent," Master Thorn chuckles.

"Yes, that would be entertaining," Kenobi muses.

"Nuh-uh, I'll go up on my own." 

"Go on. Keep your comlink active and give us updates," Thorn nods, shooting her a small smile.

"Yes, Master." Alora nods, trying to hide her shared amusement with her master from Obi-Wan. Jumping up, Alora grabs the edge of the open vent, hauling herself inside and shuffling forward on her elbows. "You know, this could be considered child abuse." Alora's voice echos slightly through the vent as she mutters to herself.

"I thought you didn't want to be treated like a child."

Alora groans as she starts to move through the vent. The smug look on Master Kenobi's practically radiates through his voice.

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A/N: *cough* let's play a game of real or not real. I'll start. This scene set in the future... Real or not real?

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"Alora!"

Din steps forward to pull her close. To hold her in an embrace that he's longed for since the moment he lost her. But he stumbles to a halt when he finds himself staring down the blade of a sword.

Gideon huffs out a small laugh, shaking his head in amusement. He doesn't speak, waiting for Din to make the realization on his own.

Alora's eyes are dark, but not in the way that the night sky holds the stars. No, they're empty - void of life. It's as if she's staring straight through Din, not seeing him standing right there. And yet the metallic blade pointed at him tells him otherwise. The frown painted on her lips was unsettling... it looked as if it was permanent on her expression.

"Alora?"

She's not responding, only continuing to stare at him with that empty gaze. The longer he watched her the more Din could feel his heart breaking.

This wasn't Alora.

"Cyare?"

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