#tempestus

The Mandolorian stepped into the dimly lit room the Armorer kept, his eyes scanned the room threw his shining beskar helmet before he caught her in the corner making Whistling Birds. “I got your message. “ he said ima monotone voice, the modulator of the Helmet not helping.

“Do you know what today is Din?” The Armorer said not turning away from her work.

“Taungsday?” He said, the slight sarcasm in his voice toned out by his helmet. The Armorer glanced at him.

“Exactly 6 years ago yesterday, don’t you remember.” the Armorer said finally turning to him.

(Y/N) gripped the mans head, her knee meeting his skull as he tumbled to the cold silver floor of her white ship. The ship only continued to shake, as she made her way over to the control panel, believing she had enough time before the man stood. She flipped switches and turned knobs, just as the ship began to stabilize, the tall man used her large gun to strangle her. She grasped at the weapon to get it away from her throat. Her eyes quickly scanned the room in-front of her before her eyes landed on her old helmet, grabbing it she hit the man on the head with it making him drop the rifle and stumble back. She quickly turned kicking him in the head busting it on the wall, knocking him out into the floor, his blood painting the wall in a smear.

“She wasn’t a Mandolorian when it happened, why do you care?” The Mandolorian said as he sat at on the small bench, the armorer setting across from him.

“She May have not be a Mandolorian when it happened, but she still helped us.” the Golden helmeted lady said looking at him.

“Helped us?” He turned his head slightly in confusion. “ how?”

“There is a lot you do not know, din.”

“Then tell me, why was she not a Mandolorian if she helped us.”

(Y/N) moves to stabilize the ship, giving a quick glance to her old helmet, her mind flooding with memories of how she lost it. She had gotten captured by a group of Twi’leks who had a bounty on her. The purple one removed her helmet while she was knocked out, but it didn’t change that (Y/N), the cold blooded woman known as ‘Tempestas’ was Mandolorian at heart. She honored the way and never put it back on, but she would deliver them Beskar when she could. For the former foundling never forgot the people who saved her life.

Just as the ship began to fly fine, she went flying across the cockpit from an impact on the outside. As everything faded she pressed the call on the Nevvaro Base.

The armorers contact link lit up again ‘[Tempestas]’ she answered instantly. Masking the worry that cascaded her voice. “Tempestas , is everything alright?”

“I’m off course, something is attacking the ship I-!” The small girl was cut off by the ship being blasted from the sky.

“She honored the code, but she did not change her actions, she took jobs regularly, used her real name, and gave us any Beskar she collected on the journey.” The armorer said laying Whistling Birds in-front of him.

“What did she get in return?”

“The only thing she ever asked for.”

The fire was bright, and the ash planes coated the scraps of the ship that layer around. Her vision was blurred and all she could see was the bright fire that contrasted to the ash. Turning her head she could see the man from earlier, near him was the large glass box of Beskar.

She lifted her hand to send a message with her wrist communicator. Tapping in the code for the Mandolorians was all she cared about at the time, she didn’t notice the three men walking her way until after.

“Shit...” she looked up at them, trying to move she found she couldn’t. Her legs trapped under parts of the white metal of the Alibine. So she did what she could, cocking back her wrist she let the Whistling birds go.

Zipping threw the air taking out the three men, or so it seemed. One lasted, and that one grabbed her, dragging her to a darker ship. She only blacked out in response.

“When they arrived, she was no where to be seen, the only parts of her we could find was blue, and ice cold.” The armorer said, neatly laying out Whistling bird by whistling bird.

“Her blood.” Mando commented, looking down. He had heard the story before, he was away on Hoth at the time or he could have saved her, he blamed himself over and over again for what happened. “She was destroyed in the crash, you’ve told me...”

“Thats what you don’t know, mando.” She looked up at him once again. “She was your foundling sister, so we didn’t want to tell you about what we really found. Or what we thought we found.”

Six, six Mandolorians arrived at the scene. Instantly taking in chaos that was now the Alibine. A beautiful ship, and it’s beautiful captain ripped to shreds in a crash.

“Find her, and the Beskar. We don’t leave here with out them!” A larger Mandolorian yelled causing the others to nod. Even though (Y/N) was no longer a Mandolorian, she was family. One of the best Bounty hunters the Mandolorians ever saw, not only did she hunt but she also did stealth missions for people, had a whole suit for it.

The Mandolorians kept looking until one smaller, much younger Mandolorian came across a deep blue luster of liquid. “ I got something.” He said causing the oldest to come over.

“ I think we’re gonna have to call it.” He said looking down at the liquid that seeped into the ash as it dropped from the debris of the ship.

“ what is it?” The younger one asked.

“It’s her blood.”

“ why is it blue?” He asked looking back down at the beautiful royal liquid.

“ she’s part Wraith.”

 “So what is it you’re not telling me?” Din said watching the woman. The armorer stood walking across the small room.

“ she never found any pieces of her body, not one... we bared her necklace...” the woman said grabbing a small round object.

“ Why are you telling me all this now?” He said standing up looking at her, there was a small peak of anger in his voice.

Din grew up with the warrior in question, they knew each other before becoming Mandalorians, they knew each other while becoming Mandolorians. And because of this she was the only person aloud to see his face and vise versa. Every three months they would meet on Sorgan, just to bask in the attention of another human. To be able to joke, and smile with another human, without the helmet.

For him, it was the contact he wanted, the friendship he missed. The soft touches and teasing pushing, it’s what he’s craved for 6 years now, without her he was starved.

For her, with was being comfortable in her own skin with someone, being able to pretend everything’s ok. Because she knew even if she did take her helmet off, she could never take her armor, in fear of the looks she would get. She had scars, and markings. What stuck out the most was her veins, black, pitch black, spreading from her heart down her arms, slowly up her neck. She couldn’t help it, the more she used her powers the more it spread. But with Din, she felt comfortable to be herself.

“Two days ago I received a message from a ‘ OV-813’, and I think you should hear it.” She said playing the audio.

The soft voice of (Y/N) now scratchy, more mature, was brought to life from the small box.

“I-If anyone can hear this, I-it’s “ the audio began to cut out, but not before they caught the code name. “Tempestas.” The audio became scratchy but in the back grown he could hear a guard, someone yelling. Before the final words spoken were

“ send help.”