𝔅ombshell, seven—detained.

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It's... cold.

That was the first thing you were aware of. Not the usual glacial temperatures you were accustomed to — more like a forbidding, hostile sensation that swallowed you entirely. A bleak darkness enveloped the ambience, though not due to your surroundings. Nor was it because you couldn't recover the strength to open your eyes. The dull shadiness was caused by the crippling impression that something has gone utterly... wrong.

You were conscious of the fact that you weren't laying someplace designated for resting. Definitely not the comfortableness of your mattress, and the blankets draped over your shivering body were unmistakably absent. Neither were you in the coziness of the cot in the Razor Crest, and the snugness of Din's body heat beside you wasn't there to keep you warm. No — you laid on something uncomfortable, firm, unwelcoming. Your back ached in the position you found yourself, and you attempted to bring your arms up and move only for that type of movement to seemingly be restrained. Something encased around your wrists, confining and excessively strict, forced them together and prevented liberal maneuvering.

Maker, did you feel absolutely terrible. Head painfully throbbing, body trembling violently, throat burning, and...

Wait.

It all returned to you like a pang straight in the gut. The last memory you managed to recall was falling into the hands of your assailant, helplessly being dragged away from the security of the Razor Crest all the while slipping into the gloomy blackness known as unconsciousness.

Finally, you succeeded in flickering your eyes open, revealing your terrifyingly unfamiliar setting — dark-colored walls encased you within a poorly-lit room, merely a couple lights hanging overhead to somewhat illuminate the scenario. What you rested upon was the stiff, solid floor. And with how it felt as if it were rumbling beneath your figure, you assumed you were on a ship. Headed where, you had no clue. That's what frightened you the most, and you could only hope that you'd discover your purpose here promptly.

Mustering up the energy, you slowly lifted yourself up until your legs settled underneath you. With how weak you felt, you couldn't risk attempting to stand upon your feet and possibly collapse harshly back down onto the floor, hurting the child you carried within your womb. Now that it came to mind, you realized the baby was in motion, and you placed an icy hand over your swollen stomach to feel it kicking around inside. That was a great sign, actually — it meant while you were knocked out nobody had caused any harm. If there was some sort of assurance to your circumstances, it was that your baby was alive and alright.

With your hair in a complete mess over your face, you attempted to raise a finger up to tuck the stray strands away, only to remember something prohibited your hands from separation. A pair of cuffs caught your eye, pulling your wrists together in a tight, unreleasable manner. And upon glancing down at your hands, you perceived some sort of tube inserted in one arm and directly into a vein. Dried blood streaked down your forearm and elbow, seemingly from multiple failed efforts in pressing the tube into your bloodstream. It seemed sizeable enough to fit a syringe inside, and whether or not it had been utilized yet, there was no way you could find out. 

Movement in the corner of your vision caused you to flinch, head whirling upwards straight towards a man attired in total white armor who held a blaster in his grasp. A Stormtrooper, you recognized. Your gaze followed him as he exit the room through a door, shutting it behind him and disappearing out of sight.

Kriff. You couldn't be on an Imperial ship, could you?

That could be the only feasible explanation. The Empire must've somehow been alerted about the Mandalorian's relationship with you, leading them to the idea of capturing you in exchange for... the Child. Moff Gideon — as Din previously stated — was willing to do anything to get his malevolent hands on the Mandalorian's foundling, and upon registering that Din loved you... well, what better way to force someone into doing something undesired than to threaten the person they are thoroughly attached to?

The thought sent shivers down your spine — and not the good type. You hoped that your assumption was incorrect, but it seemed like the most reasonable interpretation as to the objective of your presence here. Now you were beginning to understand why Din was so hesitant and reluctant to show you the Child. His sole desire was to protect you from the wrath of the Empire.

After a moment of quietude in your pensive state, the sound of footsteps approaching was what brought you back to your senses. Your eyes darted ahead towards the opening entry, preparing yourself for anything — mentally and physically. What allowed you to keep yourself from giving in to your fears was the unborn child moving from within you. You needed to get through this. For your baby. For Din's baby. Be willing to sacrifice absolutely anything to defend the life you and your cyare created out of pure love and affection for each other.

Along with the desire to protect your baby, strength found itself returning to you. If it were necessary, you'd even rise upon your feet and make a run for it in case the chance presented itself.

With your eyes remaining fixedly on the entry, you awaited in intense anticipation for whoever would step into the room. Your breath caught in your throat upon realizing that person  was... your mother.

A couple Stormtroopers trailed closely behind her, carrying weapons loaded and ready within their grips. Now it was crystal-clear. Your mother was reporting to the Empire of the Mandalorian's arrival at Rainoh, inevitably attracting them to the planet in search of the Child. Your trepidation was confirmed — they were going to pressure Din into handing over his foundling for the sake of you and your own unborn child. No wonder she permitted him to hang around Rainoh for longer than you expected her to approve. The entire time, she had this cruel plan forming in discreet. You knew she despised Din but not to the point of risking her own daughter as well as her soon-to-be grandchild like this.

As she stepped further into the area, you held her gaze with an unfriendly glare directed straight towards her. Eyes hardening, brows furrowing, you gathered all the energy you could before managing to speak through the awful trembling shaking you to the bones. "H-how could you do this?"

Her malicious expression contained no mercy whatsoever as she tread closer, halting herself a few feet away. "There's a perfectly understandable explanation for all this: Moff Gideon has the Child. The Mandalorian has the Child... I think you get the point here, right?"

"He would n-never give the Child away," you seethed. And it was true. Knowing Din, he would do practically anything for the foundling. You completely understood him — with the mere moments you spent with him, you felt the same as Din. You would even call him your son if you had the chance to return with Din... though you didn't grab the opportunity when you could, and now here you are.

The queen seemed like she was on the verge of responding to your assertion, only for a sudden commotion heard outside the doorway to interrupt her. Weapons firing, punches thrown, modulated voices yelling in agony, and... oh. The unmistakable sound of Din's blaster. He's here. Somehow, he'd managed to locate you and fortunately broke into the Imperial ship. Your lips curl upwards into a feeble smile, hues flickering from the door to the queen. "You're doomed."

"No, actually, this is exactly what I want." With a menacing chuckle, she stepped to the side and the troopers moved from their position to stand directly besides you. "The Mandalorian believes that Declros sided with the Empire — and, while that's not entirely wrong, he has no clue about me. Now the prince has led him here, where he'll have to face an ultimatum —the Child, or you."

As she spoke of her spiteful intentions, your face gradually dropped all while the hope completely disappeared from your mind.

"But don't worry! Once he hands over the Child to the Empire, everything will return to normal." With a shrug of her shoulders, she continued. "You'll still be princess, soon to be queen, and you'll have your baby in peace. As long as the Mandalorian chooses the wise decision of keeping away. Forever, this time."

You scoffed. Like hell you were returning to Rainoh. Not after all this. You should've joined Din instead. That way you'd be off this planet and headed someplace safe. Where you could live alongside your beloved and raise your child — possibly even children — together. Where your love would have absolutely no limits or restrictions, and you could ultimately feel... happy, for a change. You truly regretted your dedication to the responsibilities as princess. Would it have been so damn difficult to simply abandon everything on Rainoh and settle down on the backwater planet your Mandalorian had promised?

"I'm not going back."

Her eyes hardened even further upon your statement. "And what makes you think you have that choice?"

"I resign the title of princess. I don't belong there anymore — not after everything you've done." You suck in a sharp breath before continuing, "I won't be crowned queen of Rainoh."

"Do you have any idea of my efforts to get you to this point?" She snapped, rage evident all over her expression and body language as she spoke. "Remember before the king and prince of Rainoh were murdered? They were going to crown the prince instead, leaving us with absolutely no glory. I brought you to this point. I gave you the opportunity to become the queen, obtain this honor."

"What are you saying?" You questioned, a desperation present in your tone. With your breathing becoming heavier with each passing second due to the stress and fury you contained within your chest, you attempted to calm yourself, knowing it was inconvenient for your baby.

"I sent the murderers to undertake the assassination," she admitted. Though there was no shame in her voice, more like a certain pride that made you sick to the stomach. "Why do you think nobody ever found out who killed them?"

It suddenly dawned on you. Everything started to connect, the missing pieces coming together. No wonder the queen never felt any sort of fear upon allowing anyone enter the palace as soon as it opened up — there was no point in worrying because she was the one who caused it all. And—

"Where is she?"

The familiar deeply distorted voice of your Mandalorian contained such anger, intimidation, and desperation solely to find you. You'd never heard him speak like that, not even once during the cycles you spent together. But you wouldn't blame him — if the situation were reversed, your actions would be no different from his.

"Where is the princess?" He repeated, this time with additional urgency.

"I-in there," replied an unfamiliar voice.

Within mere seconds, all attention snapped towards the furious Mandalorian who'd just recently barged into the room. The troopers situated besides you both raised their weapons at him, causing Din to instinctively lift is blaster towards one and a vambrace directed at the other. Upon spotting the queen there, doing absolutely nothing to help you under these strenuous circumstances, you knew he already picked up on what's occurring.

You wished you could feel some sort of alleviation at the sight of him. But knowing what was bound to come, you couldn't bring up that feeling.

"Traitor," the beskar-clad Mandalorian growled, his helmet tilted to the side straight towards the queen. "Let her go, she doesn't deserve to be involved in this."

Before anyone even had the chance to react, the queen gave a swift signal towards the Stormtroopers; the fact that you had no idea what the significance of it could be frightened you to the core. The trooper to your right stepped away, seemingly to retrieve something while the other standing on your left shifted his blaster from the Mandalorian to you. From your peripheral vision, you distinguished the barrel of a blaster aimed directly for your head. Through your eyes filled with terror, you watched as Din's shoulders tensed up and the grip on his own weapon tightened. 

Upon feeling the other trooper returning to your side and working on something unknown on your arm, you slowly dip your head down just as he finished inserting what seemed like a syringe into the tube in your skin. Exactly what you thought the purpose of it would be. The object was filled with a dark purple liquid, and had yet to be inserted through your bloodstream with a push of its plunger. As the trooper stood up straight again, the needle remained in its place along with the mysterious fluid within the barrel. You were absolutely certain that if it we to be utilized, it would do you no good — most likely even harm the child you carried.

Your gaze flickered up to face the queen again, the look of loath clearly present on your features.

"We'll let her go. That is, if you surrender one thing to the Empire." A pause. Then, "The Child."

Even through the silence that followed, his answer was obvious — no.

 "See that syringe in her IV tube?" The queen gestured towards you, the Mandalorian's visor directing to you. "One full dose is enough to kill her baby in a few short days. The unborn child will slowly die within her, and the mother will endure excruciating pain during the process. So, you choose: give up the Child, or let the princess suffer and the baby dies."

Your heart accelerated, feeling as if it could burst right out of your chest with how it thumped wildly. A dreadful pit developed in your stomach, knowing that with one push of the syringe, your baby's dead — there would be no going back. You wanted to scream, yell, claw away from these cuffs, run into the safety of Din's arms, where nothing will ever hurt you or your baby.

You weren't even sure what the most appropriate option would be, and you doubted Din did either with how tentative he is about the situation. Either risk his own foundling he promised to return to the Jedi, or allow you to undergo the worst torment you could ever imagine. It wasn't just the terrible pain that horrified you, but the fact alone of the baby growing within you slowly dying... it left you in despair at the thought.

"I'm not doing either," Din finally responded, a certain authority and command in his voice. His next words were spoken in a low, threatening growl, "Put one mark on the baby or on her, and there will be no place in the entire galaxy where you'll be able to hide from me. They mean everything to me and I'll blow this entire ship to bits if it means I'll have them back, safe, with me."

He shared a quick glance with you, and you managed a soft grin, eyes filled with nothing other than endearment towards the man who was undoubtedly determined to do anything in his power to have you back.

"You don't understand, don't you?" The queen's intimidating gaze shifted from the Mandalorian towards you instead. "Have you not told him yet?"

No.

Blast that, not right now. You couldn't tell him here, not after keeping it a secret for so long. What would that lead him to believe? That you didn't want the baby to be his? That you didn't have the same desire as him — raise your child together? It was actually the exact opposite, but Din had no way of knowing that at this moment.

"Tell him," she commanded, your quietude enough for her. "Perhaps that will make him come to his senses."

You averted your gaze, down to the bitterly cold floor below — a silent refusal. Her only desire was to make the situation even more grueling for you than it already was, and you weren't going to give her that satisfaction.

A hand alarmingly clutched onto your hair, and you released a hiss as the trooper tugged your head back to forcibly face the Mandalorian. Din's natural tendency was to take a hostile step forward upon seeing your affliction, his finger hovering over the trigger and on the verge of commencing a shootout. But then your own life would be in danger. So when the other trooper pressed the barrel of his weapon into your temple, endangering you even further, Din had no other choice than to halt.

"Tell him," the queen repeated, this time more demanding.

You couldn't seem to meet with Din's gaze ahead of you, causing you to shut your eyes closed while hesitating on answering. But there was no other option — either you die with a blaster through your head, inevitably killing your baby as well, or you tell him...

He didn't deserve to find out this way. If you were going to tell him , you would've done so under peaceful circumstances. Where the two of you could rejoice at the wonderful news, but now? There wouldn't be any sort of rejoicing. Especially knowing that his own child was at risk — right here, right now. And if he didn't hand over the Child, the unavoidable would occur.

Visibly gulping, you forced your eyes open, meeting with the black visor staring down at you, who was unable to even attempt to help you. Tears prickled the corners of your vision, and you nervously licked your dried lips before mustering up the courage to speak. "You're... you're the father," the mumble that escaped your lips was barely audible, and you doubted Din even heard you.

Neither did the queen. "Louder."

You made the mistake of remaining voiceless, only for seconds later to release a distressed yelp when the grip on your hair strengthened. Yet Din could only stand there, incapable of ending this torture, in fear of your life being taken away. Watching you like this caused him as much suffering as it did to you, and the fact that he couldn't do absolutely anything about it made it worse to a greater extent.

"Y-you're the father, the baby's yours!" You finally blurted out.

Fresh tears surged down your cheeks, dripping  onto the fabric of your azure dress beneath you. The pressure on the back of your head ceased, instantly alleviating you. Yet the blaster remained steady on the side of your face. Breathing heavily, you compelled yourself to face the Mandalorian in front of you. It dawned on you that in the first time in cycles, you couldn't read Din. The way he merely stood there, helmet dipped down in your direction, with absolutely no reference to what he was feeling, it was... daunting.

He was completely unreadable — you couldn't distinguish whether he was angry at you, didn't believe you, or what. There was always something that hinted you towards his emotions, even if he elected to conceal them. Whether it be the way he discreetly fidgeted with his gloves when he was nervous, or how he shifted his weight when frustrated, or even the simplest things such as a slight tilt of the helmet to indicate confusion. It was just something you gradually learned over the time spent together, but now? You had no clue whatsoever.

Then the blaster up to this very moment that was raised towards the trooper threatening you, dropped to the floor with a clank. His hand returned to his side, any hostility that was previously present now gone. Solely to allow you to live, and to give his new baby a chance at life.

"No," a defeated whisper escaped you, the quiver in your voice clear. In this moment you were certain that you would never forgive yourself for whatever harm reaches the foundling. 

"Good," the queen ordered, sounding satisfied with how she only stressed you even more. "Now tell me where the Child is located, and the princess will return safely to the palace."

During Din's tentative quietness, the rigid blaster shoved into your eyes temple further to force the words out of him.

"Arvala-7," he spat out. "With an ugnaught who runs a moisture farm."

Finally, the weight of the weapon against the side of your face released. But what lingered around was the terrifying fact that because of you, the Child was in utter danger. There was the slightest bit of hope that this would all resolve soon, since the Child was in the Crest and not on Arvala. Which led you to believe that Din had a plan forming in that mind of his — he always managed to think of something. As long as Din could escape the planet on his ship, then the Child should be fine. Though you have no idea what would occur to you if the queen figured out that Din had lied to her all along, and it was probably best not to dwell on that too much.

Tension arose rapidly when multiple Stormtroopers entered through the doorway behind Din. His visor trailed among the many troopers who had recently arrived — there had to be at least five of them now. His gaze returned to you, and with a flick of his wrist you recognized exactly what he had in mind.

"You can't leave yet, though. Not until we're sure the Child truly is present on Arvala."

With Din's trained on you only, you gave him a hardly noticeable nod of your head to indicate you understood his idea. Instantly, you ducked down, precisely as Din taught you in the past — simply duck, and the whistling birds won't catch you. The high-pitched shrill filled your ears, and you found yourself shutting your eyes closed in fear of one of the miniature missiles detecting your presence. Thudding of bodies collapsing lifelessly onto the floor alarmed you. Then someone gripping your arm forced your eyes open. Thinking it must be Din, you lifted your gaze, only for it to be no other than the queen. She must've gotten the gist of what was going on, and crouched down in time before the birds seized her.

Her fingers fumbled over the syringe placed in the tube, and the rage pulsating through your veins caused you to lash out before she could harm your baby. Your elbow collided with the side of her head, using the entirety of the force and strength you had left. Her figure slumped to the floor as unconsciousness took control of her, and for a moment you only stared at her limp form, unable to comprehend the aggressiveness that escaped you.

"Cyar'ika."

Your head whirled around to face your Mandalorian upon hearing his familiar, comforting voice. Now you were unencumbered — nobody was around to stop you from racing into his arms, and those were your exact actions, despite not being completely sure whether your legs could even sustain you. Luckily, they did, and he immediately caught you, pulling you in closer to him while the tears fell freely from your eyes. As you mumbled your apologies towards each other, you sighed a breath of relief now feeling secure and serene in his warm embrace. It was as if no danger could reach you now  that your Mandalorian was here to protect and defend you. But there was still one final obstacle to overtake before you could obtain your well-deserved freedom with your lover: escape the Imperial ship without being discovered.

Pulling away, he unfastened the pestering cuffs from your wrists before tossing them aside. "What do we do?" You questioned, your fingers intertwining with one of his own gloved hands now that they were free. "How do we get off this ship?"

"We're in a light-cruiser," Din replied before stepping forward and grabbing his fallen blaster, securing it within his fingers in case it were needed in the very near future. "They've gotta have a few tide-fighters available that we can take."

As Din tugged you along with him, your hands remained entwined, neither of you daring to ever let go of each other after what the two of you have experienced. "And what if there aren't any?"

He turned a corner, weapon raised in a defensive manner in case someone were to appear. When nobody was in sight, you both allowed yourselves to continue. "We use my jet pack, then."

Your eyes flicker to the jet pack placed over Din's back, a look of skepticism on your face. The thought of flying in plain, open air, clinging onto the Mandalorian for dear life wasn't exactly how you wanted to escape... but if there was no other option then, of course, you'd reluctantly concur with it. You simply needed to hold on tightly enough.

A gasp escaped your lips when Din suddenly pulled you towards him as he pushed his back against a wall, besides an entryway. You gripped nervously onto the arm wrapped firmly around your waist, securing you close to his chest. A pair of troopers entered the hall, causing Din to lift his other hand holding his weapon towards them as they walked. They didn't seem to detect either of you as they continued along, minding their own business. You could only hope they wouldn't turn around and spot you, alerting the entire ship of your attempt in escaping the light-cruiser. A moment of dreadful silence passed before they rounded a corner and disappeared from sight, causing you to release a breath you weren't even conscious of that you were detaining.

Din briskly peered out the doorway, only for his head to instantly whip back. This time an Imperial commander stepped inside in his usual plain-colored clothing topped with a hat over his head, followed by yet another Stormtrooper. The grip around Din's blaster visibly strengthened in anticipation, watching as the two thankfully wandered off. But when they came to an unexpected halt, your heart dropped and you immediately thought of the worst possible thing that could happen here. 

The commander spoke into his communicator, though whoever was speaking on the other line wasn't audible from where you stood. Then, he switched the comms link off, directing his attention towards the trooper besides him. "The queen has just alerted me that the princess and the Mandalorian are on the loose. They could be anywhere in this ship at the moment, so be aware."

"But... it's a Mandalorian," the trooper's voice held a certain frightened tone. He had reason to be terrified.

They begun walking down the hallway again, the commander rambling off to the trooper about how he was trained for these types of situations, and... well, you didn't care enough to listen in.

This time when Din double-checked thoroughly for anyone else, you were relieved to be allowed to continue your escape plan again. Now it only took a few short minutes to locate where the ships were contained, and you never thought you would feel so glad to see tide-fighters in your life. Din warily stepped ahead, inspecting one of them and attempting to find a way to successfully  — and quietly — break inside. You stood hesitantly in front of the ship, head tilting up so your eyes can fully take in the Imperial ship. "You sure we can even—"

Your sentence was cut short before you could finish when you're unexpectedly yanked back, an arm around your neck to detain you from escaping your new assailant, and the barrel of a blaster pressed deeply into your throat. Great. Just when you thought you were done with all this.

Din whirled around in a split second, not even hesitating to lift his blaster in a defensive manner.

"Do you realize what you're bringing down on this lovely princess, Mandalorian?"

The voice you wished you never had the chance to hear again caused your blood to boil in your veins. The prince.

"You take her and she'll be forced to spend the rest of her life hiding from us," he threatened, grip around you tightening when the Mandalorian took a menacing step forward. You bring your hands up to release the pressure on your neck but end up helplessly failing. "Don't you think it'll be best for her to stay on Rainoh?"

"I'm taking her with me," Din growled, finger tentatively brushing over the trigger of his weapon. "Rainoh doesn't deserve her. Neither do you."

The prince scoffed. "Of course. You've always been so damn selfish."

That was it.

With the fury empowering you now, you take the rash decision to attack once again, despite having absolutely no experience or training in hand-to-hand combat. Your head lashed back, making a harsh impact with the prince's nose before he released a pained grunt. During his moment of vulnerability, you whirled around and snatch the blaster out of his grip, not even hesitating to pull the trigger and shoot him straight through the chest. Seconds later, he collapsed onto the cold floor, dead.

All you could manage to do was stare down at the man you killed. Your breath hitched at the thought of remaining guilty for the death of someone. Sure, you held a strong disliking towards him but you never would've thought it would prompt you into doing this. The blaster in your grasp vibrated between your trembling fingers, your eyes trained on the body as blood seeped out of his wound. Only when a gloved hand clutched your arm did you return to your senses, before the Mandalorian drew you behind him in protection. Trooper reinforcements caved the two of you in, leaving no other alternative way out than to fight.

Despite the rather traumatizing experience mere moments ago, you didn't hesitate to utilize the blaster you acquired. While you had some experience in wielding a blaster during a few training sessions with Din in the past, you were terribly out of practice and your aim was horrific.

Red streaks and the ear-splitting sound of shooting filled the ambience all while additional Stormtroopers entered the grueling battle.

You and your Mandalorian were dreadfully outnumbered.

You involuntarily found yourself backing up in fear of the blasts darting in every direction, straying much too far from Din. You weren't even aware of it until your back pressed up against the stiffness of a wall... no, more of a gate, sealed closed. Though before you could react, a trooper fired at the control panel directly besides you. You had no clue whether those were his original intentions or if the panel was simply in the way of his target — you. And before you knew it, the gate behind you swung open, the air from outside blowing violently inside throwing you off balance and inevitably leading you to fall.

 It happened so quickly.

One second, you desperately grasped onto the frame of the ship as you hung dangerously in the air. Then, unable to find the correct grip, your hands slipped.

And that was it. You had absolutely no time whatsoever to call for Din while you plummeted to your death. The entire time plunging down, your eyes remained trained on the ship in hopes of Din emerging from it and coming down to rescue you.

But he didn't.

Either he hadn't even noticed, or the troopers were preventing him from saving you.

The sickening feeling in the pit of your stomach as you fell was atrocious, horrifying as you watched the ground approach rapidly. All this time you thought you were out of Rainoh's atmosphere, but turns out the ship was hovering over on the other side of the planet. The freezing temperatures pierced you to the bone, while the trees topped with snow below proceeded to appear nearer, and nearer, and nearer...

A strong arm wrapped around your middle, a firm grasp yet gentle and careful over your body altogether. Din.

The sound of his jet pack activating filled your ears, but with how you were falling at dangerously high speeds, there wasn't enough time to lift back up into the air. Din couldn't help but collide into the branches below, before inevitably crashing into the — thankfully soft — fluffy snow below, making sure that you landed on top of him to cushion your fall even further.

The only thing audible was the sound of the two of you breathing heavily as your adrenaline still dominated your emotions. Din cautiously pulled you from over him to besides him, your hands clutching onto the fabric of his cape around his neck while you trembled, never wanting to let go of him ever again. "You... alright?" He asked, still failing to catch his breath after you were on the verge of meeting your death.

"Yeah, I think," you replied, before pausing for a split second. "I just realized... I hate flying."

Before Din could respond, your attentions were directed upwards at the obnoxious screeching of tide-fighters in flight, being released from the light-cruiser up ahead. A string of curses escaped from Din's lips before he lifted himself from the snowy ground, aiding you to stand along the way. "We gotta find shelter and hide until they stop seeking us," Din stated, entwining your fingers together.

You nodded, and was just about to follow din until you froze in your exact spot.

The syringe still inserting into your arm lacked the purple fluid it originally contained, it was completely... empty.

"What? What's the matter?"

Your breath caught in your throat, unable to form a coherent sentence in response to Din. His visor followed your gaze, and when the grip on your hand tightened, you knew he picked up on the serious situation as well.

Sight fogging from the tears welling in your eyes, you released Din's hands right before ripping the tube out from within your arm. Blood dripped out and quickly clotted, and the piercing sharp pain you felt upon yanking it from out your vein was terrible, but you couldn't bring yourself to care. The sound of the tide-fighters approaching and getting closer didn't even cause you to react. The only thing on your mind was your unborn child. A sudden dizziness empowered you, and before you knew it, a pair of arms swooped you up into the air, close to his beskar-covered chest as he desperately searched around for a safe place to conceal yourselves. All you could manage to do was dig your face into the crook of his neck while the sobs that escaped your lips wracked your weak figure.

You... failed.

You failed your baby, his baby...

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