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Mandalorian (Mando'a) words

Beskar (BESK-gar): Mandalorian iron

Beskar'gam (BES-kar-GAM): armor

Buy'ce (BOO-chay, BOO-shay): helmet; Colloquially: pint, bucket

Ika (EE-kah): diminutive suffix written as 'ika - also added to a name as a very familiar or childhood form, e.g, Ord'ika - Little Ordo

Kama (KAH-ma): belt-spat

Ner vod (nair-vohd): "my brother/my sister"; colloquially also "my friend"

Shebs (shebs): backside, rear, buttocks (also rear of a building, etc)

Vode (VOH-day): brothers, sisters, comrades

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Epilogue

I've failed you, Sir. The last two men of my squad have died in surgery, and I have been diagnosed as being disabled and unfit for service. Having a destroyed thigh means I'm useless now, and spending the last of my years behind a desk is no way for a soldier to live. I hope my replacement serves you far better than I have.

Excerpt from TK-2857's suicide note

Mandalore, 91 Days after Order 66

The small datapad was full of white pinpricks that covered a black screen, and as it moved, it copied the image of the sky behind it. When it stopped moving, a series of letters in the Basic language scattered over the screen, labeling the larger planets and some of the constellations.

A small finger touched upon one of those constellations on the datapad and a small paragraph filled a corner of the screen. It described the legend and the origin of the constellation as well as the stars that made up the night-sky portrait.

The finger closed out the information and then touched upon a planet that was distant within the constellation. Facts about the planet filled the screen, and the process remained the same as other planets and constellations were viewed.

"Did you ever travel here?" her voice now asked, as her finger moved over one of the planets, suddenly curious about where her husband may have traveled during the war.

There was a quiet laugh, mixed with an accent that was unique but familiar. "No one goes to Nal Hutta, not unless you want to become a Hutt's slave."

"Oh," she replied, feeling somewhat foolish.

"Les'ika, you've been insatiable with this quest for knowledge, and you're constantly reading every fact on that device that you can find."

Pulling the datapad down from the sky to rest on her stomach, the young woman stayed on her back in the sprouting, fresh grass and looked sideways to the pair of dark eyes that were staring into hers. Even with the faint light of the moons in the night sky, she could see the playful smile tugging at the corners of his mouth.

"I'm trying to learn everything, Jas. I feel like I've been in a tiny box my whole life."

"You will learn all that you need and want," he replied, studying her profile in the dim light, "But you need patience and time."

Arlesse closed her eyes for a moment and came to understand that there was a lot that they still had to figure out. While traveling through hyperspace during their escape from Tochin, they took on the problem of finding a name to use to address her, especially in public. It was agreed upon that Les'ika was fine for using amongst themselves, but she would need a new identity, something that would further hide her royal bloodlines. The two of them had established that they would take Gan's surname of Pohin and then it was up to Arlesse to decide on her first name. She chose Lessa in honor of the nickname that her parents had used for her and to make it easy for everyone to still call her Les'ika.

Setting the datapad beside her on the uneven and newly-growing grass, Lessa Pohin pulled gently at the fabric of the high collar around her neck. While Jas had not been able yet to acquire beskar'gam or a buy'ce for her, he had been able to find appropriate clothing that was the start to her set of armor.

After they had settled on Mandalore, she had safely stored her lavender gown in their humble residence, preserving it in a suitcase. Jas had been curious about why she kept the garment from her past life, and she had told him that it was because the clothing was technically her wedding gown and traditionally such attire becomes saved as an heirloom.

Now Lessa was still trying to grow accustomed to having her neck hidden behind the protective fabric. She had always worn open collars and had always allowed her star pendant to be seen. However, she knew that she would have to make alterations to her comforts in order to remain hidden from any potential threats.

While the material of her new clothing was soft to the touch, it was just... unusual and hugged her body differently than any gown she had ever worn. The tunic and pants kept her body temperature regulated so she had no need for multiple layers, and the boots weren't much different than what she had worn during her days in the palace. What she actually liked about the outfit was the piece of clothing that Jas had told her was a kama, and it felt almost like the skirts she had worn her entire life. Unlike Jas' kama that was short and functional, though, her kama wrapped around her hips and draped down past her knees in a material that was light but strong, more flowing like the outer-layers she used to wear on top of her skirts.

The overall color scheme of what would be her underclothing to her armor was an off-white, more like the color of a faded beige, and Jas had promised her that after they would find her beskar, she could have the armor coated in whatever color or pattern she wanted.

Finally opening her eyes, Lessa pushed aside the extraneous thoughts about her clothing while looking into Jas' irises, and she found herself suddenly reminded of the moment when she had awakened on the Galaar Woor.

Her consciousness had started with a flutter in her eyelids. It was that heavy feeling of not wanting to awaken, but not being able to stay asleep. She barely had the opportunity to slit open her eyes when she felt a touch that was everything familiar and comforting. She recognized the contact of Jas' kiss and instead of immediately opening her eyes, she leaned into his lips. She felt him slide his hands behind her back and help raise her into a sitting position from the cushion she had been lying upon.

After a few long minutes they pulled apart, and she simply stared at him, lost in a confusing mix of emotions and questions. Jas had done nothing more than taking her hands in his, and at that moment a surge of new sensations came over her as she realized that for the first time since she had been bitten by a Pallid Viper in the Tochin forest, she felt Jas' rough skin rather than the gloves of his armored outfits.

Jas didn't hesitate, and while one of his hands kept a grasp on hers, his other one moved to her face. He couldn't help touching her smooth cheek, finding himself lost in the warmth and softness of her skin. His fingers seemed to have a mind of their own as they twisted into the curls near her cheek, trying to experience every sensation that he had been denied because of his commando and Mandalorian suits of armor.

"Is this real?" she had asked quietly in a whisper as though afraid speaking any louder would end the daydream she had imagined for so long.

"I'm hoping it is," Jas replied just as softly, as though fearing his own visions would come to an abrupt end. Then, he felt the overwhelming need to apologize and knew he could not hide how it reflected in his eyes. He leaned forward and kissed Les'ika's forehead, bringing both his hands into her curls, allowing her tight locks to tangle around his fingers. Gently, he tilted her face slightly towards his, letting her see the agony he felt at his confession.

"Les'ika, I didn't want to hurt you, but Dusty insisted that my position in the hangar was the only one that could make the shot convincing. I had to make you look dead to Harkin, and it destroyed me. I knew the blaster was set on stun, but I feared the entire time that I might fall into old habits and set it to kill the moment my battle instincts kicked in."

Arlesse absorbed Jas' words, aware of the pain and truth in his eyes, and knew that he had not harmed her with any malicious intent. Still, she had to know more about the results of the actions that her guardians had done to free her. "What happened to everyone?"

"Dusty, Tarj, and Chora are fine, but we killed most of the stormtroopers," he told her, holding her eyes with his own. "There were only a couple left alive, but we made certain their wounds were mortal and that their survival wouldn't be for long."

His voice changed then, becoming determined and protective. "I personally confronted Harkin. I convinced him you were dead, and I put a career-ending blaster bolt into his stormtrooper captain. I had to make sure you were safe and that they would not try to hunt you down."

"Oh, Jas..." she breathed, not certain what there was to say. She had never imagined in her entire life that any man would risk his existence for her and defy a Galactic Empire in the process. She never once thought that holding his hand on Hazar's ship nearly a year ago would have led to his acts of pure devotion to her. Finding her voice again, she told him the only thing she could—the truth, "You really are my knight."

Jas leaned forward then, and they were both pulled by emotions that neither of them had any reason to deny as they fell against the cushioned mattress.

Blinking against the memories of that private moment, Lessa Pohin returned her thoughts to the outstretched meadow of their backyard on Mandalore and the dark evening she was sharing with a research datapad and her husband. She saw the concern that was in her knight's eyes about their conversation regarding her need to learn so much and noticed how quickly his smile had faded in those passing seconds. She had to reveal her own confession now, just as he had done for her about Dusty's escape plan.

"I did some research this morning on Mandalorian culture," she told him nervously, watching how his dark eyes could grow even more concerned and intense. "I'm worried that I'll fail you in the expectations of a Mandalorian wife."

"Les'ika..." Jas whispered softly, but Lessa hurried to cut him off.

"I'm supposed to be able to defend the homestead by using weapons and fight like a warrior, but..."

Jas repositioned his body next to her so that he leaned on his arm and looked down into her eyes from above. He waited for her to finish her thoughts, but when she didn't, he tried to respond as best he could. "No one expects you to be able to learn how to fire a blaster in one day or to know self-defense with just a couple of lessons."

Lessa sighed heavily, seeing that her pause had caused her conversation to go in the wrong direction, and she needed it back where it was supposed to be. "Jas, it's more than learning the mechanics of all that. Being a Mandalorian comes from a breeding I don't have. There is no mercenary blood in my lineage, and my family doesn't come from warriors."

"That's not true," Jas argued gently. He refused to let her believe she was useless. He had seen her grow stronger during their time together in the Tochin forest, and he knew she was capable of more than she believed. "Your mother..."

"Has, or had, a gift that I don't," Lessa countered, knowing that Jas was going to remind her about how Darian Psach was a Jedi.

Jas continued staring into her eyes, dropping that argument and instead of waiting for her real fear to emerge. While he could see she had her concerns about everything she had mentioned to him, there was something much deeper that was the root of all this. After a few moments when she didn't offer anything, he decided to press for what he sought.

"Les'ika, what's really wrong?"

There was a long pause and finally, she spoke quietly. "I don't want to kill anyone, Jas. I've seen too many people die, and I can't bring myself to end someone's existence. From what I read, though, most Mandalorians are mercenaries and people who take dangerous jobs for credits. How can I possibly be trained to have such little regard for another life? I don't want to become like Hazar."

Jas found himself unable to answer her immediately. Les'ika still continued to carry the life of an anonymous clone trooper in her heart, and that vode's sacrifice had not lessened in the year since that event. Then, she had been witness to the deaths of her family, as well as the people she had taken for granted in her past. Unlike his training that was instilled in him since childhood to fight a war, Les'ika had only been witness to unjust acts of execution. Remembering the way she had grown stronger in his presence during their time in the Tochin forest, Jas knew Les'ika was no weakling. What he saw instead was a woman of great compassion who had been denied her full potential, and he would see to it that she would survive after his shortened life came to its end.

Finally finding an answer that he believed would ease her concerns, Jas told her, "Being a Mandalorian doesn't mean you always have to kill, and defending isn't always about executing someone. I could teach you to use a stun blaster, and self-defense isn't about killing but about keeping someone else from hurting you. We can stay here where we are, quiet and isolated from the main civilization. We'll start a farm, growing whatever the land will give us or we'll find some trade that will give us a way to fend for ourselves. I swear that you won't turn into Hazar, but you'll be strong enough to keep safe."

Lessa reached her fingers to his chin and touched it gently. "Jas, I feel like I'm going to hold you back from everything you've been trained to do."

"Les'ika, I don't want to be a soldier anymore, and you saved me from that existence. I've lived for others' commands for far too long, and I heard that Palpatine uses the remaining clones to be little more than law enforcers and executioners. He thinks nothing of sending my brothers into situations where they will not return, almost like he's letting them die off purposefully. So, if you think you're holding me back, then I'd be a fool to leave."

Lessa felt a small smile return to her face now. "How do you always manage to make sense of me when I'm so lost?"

"The same way you never gave up on me during the war," Jas replied as he ran his fingers through her hair, joyful about not being locked in gloves or armor if he didn't want to be anymore. Even with the tightness of her curls, he was continually surprised at how soft her hair was. "You waited eight months for me, and that is the kind of devotion that makes a Mandalorian. Weapons and self-defense can be learned, but loyalty is ingrained."

"Did Gan teach you that?" she asked softly.

"No," he answered, tracing her jaw with his finger and leaning towards her. "You did."

"I'm leaving in the morning."

Both Jas and Lessa suddenly pulled back from their initial intentions, sitting up abruptly. They brought their eyes to the source of the familiar voice that had interrupted them, and neither was surprised that he had been able to move silently to where they were.

Dusty stood with his arms folded over his chest and wore a practiced smirk on his face that was actually enhanced by the starlight night. He did not have armor plating over his tunic or pants, but he was dressed in the style of soft clothing that most Mandalorians preferred. All he had to do was attach the plating, and put on a buy'ce, and he'd be ready for whatever Mandalore or the galaxy had to throw at him.

Unable to resist, Dusty kept his gaze on the two of them and teased, "I'd tell you to get married, but you've already done that. Looks like wedded bliss is working out well, though."

Lessa reached for the datapad and gathered it in her hands, trying to make herself appear busy as she felt her cheeks heating up in a flush of embarrassment. Jas remained seated on the ground next to her, refusing to allow himself to be shamed by what Dusty knew far too much about.

"What do you mean that you're leaving?" Jas asked, scratching the back of his head clearly confused. "I thought we had made adequate arrangements in the dwelling with Tarj and Chora and you."

Dusty's smile faded as he explained his reason for abruptly barging into his vode's moment of longing and affection. "Ordo said his brothers got a trace for me on Cerina..."

Jas sat up straighter as though to say something, but Dusty cut him off by continuing his thoughts. "Yeah, I know sooner than I expected, too. I didn't think Kal would have given us any cooperation after the way we stood up to him a couple of weeks ago. Apparently, though, he still feels some obligation to us, being that we're clones and all."

"How are you going to arrange to leave Mandalore?" Jas asked.

Dusty smirked again, seeming surprised by his own words. "The Gaalor Woor is still in our name. Plus, I took a check on the balance of that credit chip Ordo gave us when we were on Tochin, and it actually increased its value, like it's earning interest. So, I thought I would just withdraw a portion of that amount to cover my expenses and let you keep the rest."

"It looks like Kal isn't holding any grudges against us, then," Jas said, more to himself than to Dusty.

Dusty decided to explain further his findings from the few conversations he had with the Null who had helped them just a few weeks ago. "I questioned some things with Ordo recently, and he told me that Kal's been taking care of whatever clones make it here so we're officially under his protection."

"So coming across this homestead was another of Kal's contributions," Jas concluded.

"It's like he said, ner vod. He personally couldn't get involved with our mission to Tochin, but he had no intentions to stop us. Now that we're out of immediate danger, he just wants us all happy, I guess. And, supposedly, his Nulls are working on finding a cure for our advanced aging."

At that, Lessa and Jas exchanged glances, hoping that such a cure would be possible.

Dusty didn't want to dwell on the rumors until there was more proof so he switched back to his original thoughts. "Anyway, I had told Ordo that I wasn't in a rush to find Cerina, but it was something I wanted to eventually pursue. It looks like he found the information a lot sooner than any of us expected."

Jas looked to Dusty with hope. "So, you're going to find her?"

"I knew you would understand this, Jas, which is why I wanted to be sure I told you right away. I can't help the feeling that if I don't take this chance, I'm never going to have it again. The Nulls said that Cerina had gone underground a few weeks after our mission and remained hidden for over a year. That doesn't sound good, and I just want to make sure she's okay."

Lessa felt sudden concern for Dusty, worried that he might be getting himself into some kind of situation that would not end well. "What do you plan to do?"

Dusty shrugged his shoulders. "I don't know yet, Les'ika. It depends on what I find when I get to Denon and if I can keep below the Imperial radar."

"I'll go with you," Jas suddenly offered.

Dusty gave a small smile as his eyes passed between Jas and Les'ika. "No, you aren't, ner vod, and I'd beat your senseless shebs if you tried. You took your chance and got a life now. I'm not going to let you screw that up. Besides, Tarj and Chora already offered to tag along so I'm still deciding if I want the company or not. I just thought I should let you both know now in case I miss the two of you in the morning, especially since you're still quite smitten with each other."

With that, Dusty offered one last smirk before he turned and headed back to the dwelling they all called home.

"It won't be the same without him around," Lessa said quietly.

"I know," Jas agreed, "But he won't want us making a fuss about this. Cerina is the reason he survived as long as he did, and he deserves the chance to find her. Besides, he'll take Tarj and Chora with him when he leaves. Dusty doesn't do well without someone to annoy when he's bored. And, he's right about one thing," Jas said turning towards Les'ika. He took the datapad from her hands and placed it back onto the ground, letting his words fade into the night air as he leaned towards her. "He'd really kick my shebs..."

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