While Lyra and her crew worked to rescue the Mandalorian, the baby was left alone in the ship under the watch of Cheep. The C1 unit thought she'd be safe in her little crib, but he was wrong. Very wrong. Flurry climbed out of her crib and waddled along the ship, walking straight down the ramp. She didn't know she wasn't supposed to leave, she wanted to explore. There was more out there, she was sure of it!

Her little eyes winced at the brightness, but they eventually adjusted. And when she waddled out, she nearly tripped on a small rock. She quickly got back up though, the pain only being minor. All beyond her eyes she just saw a barren land. There had to be something out here. Mama couldn't have gotten far, could he? Well she was going to find her! She had to save her!

Flurry's little feet waddled on the ground, avoiding the hazards that lay on the ground. A few bugs, but she mostly just ignored those. Too icky. She didn't even pursue the little frogs she saw hopping on the ground, regardless of how much she wanted one. She walked some more, not knowing how much time had passed, though the little baby didn't know the concept of time just yet.

But something new got her attention. She felt some vibrations in the ground, like they were shaking. Not natural vibrations, but it felt like if something was coming her way. The baby whimpered in fear, and quickly she moved herself around, hiding behind a rock as something was roaring and racing towards her direction.

The sounds got louder and louder until it they died down right in front of her, and she heard the sounds of feet stepping onto the terrain. She listened, and poked her head out. Two scary men in white armor were on those bikes. But they weren't clones.

"Speeder bikes have arrived at the outpost, waiting for confirmation to come inside," the first Stormtrooper said into the com device. He waited for a reply, but got none. "TX, are you there? TX?"

The Stormtrooper rolled his eyes under the helmet and just sat on the bike, looking annoyed.

"Not a thing. I keep telling Varan to scrap those tactical droids, he never listens to me. Just keeps it around as his glorified secretary, I swear," the first trooper groaned, shaking his head.

"Aren't they going to be replaced? Isn't there a new line of super tactical droids being made?"

"Kind of. They're expensive to make," he said. "So far, all we've gotten is that Kalani guy, and he left for Agamar."

Flurry whimpered some more, cooing softly. She moved from behind the rock, thinking about trying to run back to the ship. The baby however didn't look where she was going and she tripped over a rock, falling backwards. The noise was enough to get their attention, but she quickly got back on her feet.

The Stormtrooper got off the bike, slowly approaching the baby. "Where did you come from?"

"It's fine," he said, squatting down to look at her. "Hi there. Where did you come from?"

Little Flurry slowly backed away, fearing the big scary man in white armor. Sure she had seen clones, but they were so bright and colorful. These were scary ones, devoid of such individuality and color; and the faces on the helmets didn't help matters either.

"She thinks we're scary. I know, my daughter acts the same way whenever she sees me wear this," the second Stormtrooper said.

"Come on, we're not that scary," the first one reached his arms out to grab her, and Flurry reacted with a bite on his finger. "OW! The little... why I ought--"

The baby whimpered and she backed away even further, recognizing that scrunched up fist as a sign of danger.

"Don't you DARE punch that baby," the second Stormtrooper warned, yanking his ally back.

"You've shot and blown up ships, buildings, and homes, and this is where you draw the line?"

"She's a baby! You don't just go punching babies! The last thing you want is some angry mother obliterating you after you do something to stress or upset--

The baby fell over after a severe pain hit her body. The Stormtrooper couldn't believe his eye as he stared at his friend. "... You bastard. YOU BASTARD."

A skinny figure was emerging from the fog, marching forward in a stiff fashion. His arms and legs were as skinny as sticks, and his head was shaped like a cone. Two eyes were staring forward as he glared at the two Stormtroopers intensely.

"I am IG-11. I am this child's nurse droid, and require that you remand her to me immediately."

"I require you to remand the child to me immediately," the now proclaimed nurse droid stated again, waiting for an answer.

But IG-11 wasn't laughing. He marched forward, approaching the Stormtroopers, not moving any of his arms or other parts of his body. Not that he needed to, he didn't want to scare the baby.

"I'm sorry nurse droid, you're going to have to get out of here.," the Stormtrooper snarked. He opened fire, but somehow against all common sense and logic, the laser blast fired at a random rock even though the droid was smack-dab in front of him.

Realizing that talking wasn't going to be of any use, IG-11 threw his arm forward and clutched the Stormtrooper's hand that held the small pistol. He twisted it hard enough to make a loud cracking sound, making him drop the gun and grunt out of pain. His hand was now broken, but that was going to be the least of his issues.

The former assassin threw him against the ground, knocking the wind out of him. The other tried to shoot, but IG-11 was too fast and he knocked the pistol out with one arm, and his entire upper torso spun around so he could grab his head with his other arm. With a steel grip, he started to bash his entire body against the bike he was sitting on, ruthlessly. He screamed in pain until the job had finally been done and the Stormtrooper had been annihilated.

Sensing the danger was gone, IG-11 looked back over to the baby on the ground, who just stared at this big metal thing with wonder. She had never seen anything like it, it was beyond fascinating. Squatting down, IG-11 got close to her eye sight, and his little fingers lightly stroked the top of her head, making her laugh.

The two of them heard that sound, and directed their eyes to the droid that was approaching them. Excited, Flurry's little hands clapped with joy when she saw a familiar astromech unit roll towards the two of them. IG-11's eyes turned, recognizing the droid approaching them.

"I acknowledge your statement. We must help rescue the Mandalorian," the former assassin agreed. His head swiveled around, looking at the intact bike. "I have ourselves a mode of transport to get us there."

Carefully, he picked up Flurry and set her down in a little brown sack that was hanging off the side of the bike to keep her safe. And with her safely held, she picked up the sack and moved it over so it hung over his shoulders so he could carry her and protect her. Turning around, IG-11 marched towards the bike, and sat down on the seat, moving his hands out to grip the bars. Cheep raised a little claw, raising it up in a fist motion; followed by a burst of flame erupting from his third socket, making him fly in the air.

"Oh thank goodness," Lyra said on the other end. "Okay, Cheep, here's the plan. We're on our way back, but we're going to try to leave through the hangar. Just meet us at the far end of the outpost, should be a big open area, kind of like a docking bay."

"That will not be necessary. We are on our way," IG-11 said, revving the bike.

"We better get out of here fast, I just heard a complete stranger talk on the other line, and I don't think that's a good sign," Lyra feared.

"Right," the Mandalorian grunted, trying to stand up with Lyra moving underneath her. "Not that I don't appreciate your help, but shouldn't you need your lightsaber?"

"I will when I need to fight, but right now I don't. Come on guys, let's just get out of here!"

The group wandered down the halls, avoiding as many guards as they could. They were a few cameras, although they had to quickly blast them before they could be seen. Admittedly Lyra wished they didn't have to, but she didn't want to risk the possibility of anyone coming back to the security room and finding them trying to escape.

K2-B4, keeping up with the group held a small manifest in his hands, having downloaded some information from the office earlier. "We have a potential problem with our escape. If the battle droids are alerted to our prescence, they will block the main entrance. I calculate our chances of success against them are .035% to 1."

"Then we should go through the hangar bay, maybe there won't be as many droids there."

She would soon curse herself and her words. They were nearing the entrance, but they went straight past it, ignoring it entirely. The group followed a path to another set of doors. They opened up, revealing a massive hangar bay with a few lifts and cranes meant for moving cargo supplies all around, and a few spots for ships to park inside. Only one problem; there were a few battle droids who were inside, and they all heard the intruders coming into the bay.

The commando droids opened fire, blasting at some of the battle droids. Every droid in the hangar who was busy at work dropped what they were doing and put their attention on the rogue droids and Jedi who were trying to escape. Everyone went to hide, taking cover behind some cargo boxes. The lasers flew over their heads, but they didn't stay down and cower.

K2, the commandos and Lyra all got up to try and fight back. K2 managed to shoot at a few of the battle droids, striking their weak points with semi-accuracy. The commando droids had no struggles and they obliterated a good portion of the droids charging at them. Three B1 units who were charging towards them got taken out one by one by the commandos, they were no use against their superior programming.

And it got worse when a bunch of Stormtroopers came into the hangar, joining the fray.

"So Lyra, explain to me something," The Mandalorian shouted as they ducked behind some cover. "The Storm Army has battle droids, Storm Guards, and Stormtroopers? Don't you guys already have Clone troopers fighting?"

"I don't know why either, I thought they were just exclusively the hairy beasts!" Lyra replied, blocking another blaster fire. "I guess he wanted his own versions of our Clones!"

But as they kept firing, they noticed some more and more coming in to blast them to pieces. But something was off. Many of them that were all the way out in the open, far behind the groups up front were getting blasted by something. But none of them could see who it was that was attacking them from the rear.

"Wait, something's blasting them from the back!" Mando yelled, noting a few battle droids falling down from behind the large group. "Did you bring more reinforcements?"

Two skinny stick legs marched forward, accompanied by the laughing of a toddler. The battle droids didn't react in time as most of them were continuing to get shot down and destroyed upon the blasts. Lyra and the group got up to shoot/block some more, and finally saw enough open to space to see what was breaking through their lines. An IG unit, spinning and twirling was shooting up a storm as he broke through the crowd.

His eyes kept spinning around in circles as he did a wide radius search for every threat that was incoming, and spun his arms in every direction he could to eliminate the targets. All the while, in a small but protective sack was the baby, laughing and giggling to see all of the droids start to run away in an over the top manner.

"I am fulfilling my base function," the IG-11 responded, shooting at two enemy battle droids coming around a corner.

The IG unit fired at more battle droids that were incoming, destroying them in the process. At last for now, the compound wasn't filled with battle droids trying to chase them, and they had a moment of peace. The IG unit focused its attention onto the group, recognizing them as friends and slowly approaching them.

"I am repurposed to nurse and protect. You are this child's mother, and I am this child's nurse droid," IG-11 replied.

Mando slowly stepped up, keeping some caution. "What did you say your name was again?"

"I am the IG unit that you brought to repair. And I am fulfilling my base function to protect this child from all threats."

Lyra and the Mandalorian looked at each other, and back at the IG unit. Their eyes were then drawn to the baby, who just sat in a little baby carrier, completely unharmed and okay. She just laughed and giggled, and when she saw the Mando in front of her, she reached her arms out to try and touch her.

"Hey sweetie," the Mandalorian cooed. Carefully, the bounty hunter picked up the baby from the little sack she sat in so she could hold her. "It's okay. It's okay. It's me."

"Agreed." Mando looked over to Lyra, keeping Flurry steady in her arms. "We better get out of here."

Everyone turned their backs around, facing the outside world just beyond the hangar. Like leaves in the wind, their hopes of departing right away were gone.

An entire battalion of battle droids and Stormtroopers stood in front of the hangar. All of them had their guns cocked, ready to shoot at the escapees. And right in the center of them all was Varan, looking crazier and crazier with every eye twitch. Lyra growled and grit her teeth as she faced them all, and stood up with boiling blood and igniting fire.

“Your tanks destroyed my walkers. Your armies hunted my clone troopers. Your gunmen killed my captain. Your bounty hunters attacked and kidnapped my friend, and you tried to kill my baby.” Lyra grit her teeth and glared. “I’m not leaving until I see your entire base in ruins.”

Lyra, Bon Bon, and the droids all ducked behind cargo crates as the battle droids all shot at once, firing multiple beams to the sides.

“Actually, we should probably just leave,” Lyra corrected herself. “Now where did I park the ship?”

"Hang on Jedi. We're not leaving just yet," Mando said. "I'm going to be stiff, but I can still fight," she looked to her squadron of repurposed droids. "Does every droid with two legs have a gun or something to fight with?"

Cheep's little arms unfolded, one of them showing the small pistol he had taken from one of the Stormtroopers outside the base.

"Cheep's little arms can still pull the trigger of a standard pistol. As for G-G? Well, I might have installed a small gun on him as an extra line of defense. Now come on everyone, let's show them what we're made of!"

Two of the commando droids ran out first, taking cover behind some boxes to take aim. The third eventually joining them by standing on top of the crates, focusing his eyes on every droid he could. K2-B4 stayed behind the cover he was currently near, but moved his arms and head out a few times to fire back thanks to the gun that Lyra gave him.

IG-11, with absolutely no fear, stood back up on his two legs and stood up and began firing rapidly and devastatingly, hitting more targets than Bon Bon's droids could hit on their own. His scopes kept swiveling and moving around as he focused on every target in sight, hitting as many battle droids as possible, only receiving a few hits at his body.

Cheep and G-G took position from the other side, staying with the hurt Mandalorian and Lyra. Cheep stuck his little arm up and fired a few shots at some droids, sadly not getting any shots in since he couldn't see any. But when he rolled out from his hiding spot, he was able to deliver one or two shots in at some B1 units who fell from the fire. G-G, ready to take a stand, moved out of hiding and stared at the enemies in front of him. The battle droids barely paid any attention to the droid with golden streaks over his dome and torso, not believing he was worth the trouble.

But then... it happened. A small little barrel unloaded from the top of his dome, connected to a chain of small laser rounds that equipped from his back. The barrel unloaded and several parts connected together to create a completed gun, and G-G, locking his struts down via magnetic force, unleashed a round of lasers at the battle droids in front of them. One down, two down, three down, many of them were going down before their eyes!

"Dang it, why couldn't I have installed those on R3!?" Lyra pouted. Getting her priorities straight, she looked at the baby who just sat on the ground. "Okay, Flurry, this is hard to understand, but do not move. Understand?"

Flurry didn't move, and just sat on the ground, wondering what was going on. Lyra pulled out her lightsaber and she jumped out from her cover, ready to fight. She swung her blade around, blocking every laserblast that dared try to attack her and her friends, deflecting as many shots as she could, firing them back at a few of the battle droids.

IG-11 had no problem stepping forward, he swung his blasters in every direction, trying to take down as many enemies as he could. He was going to protect that child at all costs. A few shots hit him, but they weren't anything serious. G-G still was able to lock on target and nail as many droids as he could, most of them running from his line of fire or just kept marching forward and made easy targets. Not even the Stormtroopers were lucky against him.

One of the commando droids, taking aim on top of a crate was hit in the stomach and chest, and one more shot did the deed; a blaster bolt to the head took him out, destroying him.

"Still have me!" Mando shouted. Struggling, she pulled herself up on her feet, draping her body on some crates. She got a gun (which they picked up from destroyed battle droids) and she opened fire to join them. She hit multiple Stormtroopers in the chests, taking them down rather easily. "Sheesh, is their armor made of plastic?"

"Their armor is nothing like Clone armor, I can tell you that!" Lyra joked, blocking another blast.

Using all of her strength, the Mandalorian got back on her feet, cupping one arm at her side that was in pain and kept the other hand up, firing her weapon. They still had plenty of droids and troopers to go through if they were going to make it out of here alive.

Lyra looked at the Mandalorian smiling with glee. "Glad to see you can still fight!"

Lyra's head moved to look at her side to check on the empty space next to her--wait.

The Jedi panicked and darted her head around. She left the baby alone for a few minutes, how could she have gotten away from her sight!? But wait, she saw her! Flurry was just waddling near the walls of the right of the hangar, staying away from the line of fire. She was relieved she wasn't in the way, but on the other hand, this little baby was waddling out there on her own!

"Oh good God, stop leaving her by herself!" Mando yelled, blasting a few droids before they could see her.

The baby didn't hear her, and just kept waddling along like she was off on her own business.

That earpiercing shriek carried throughout the entire hangar bay, catching the baby's attention. Worse, it caught the attention of everyone. A good handful of Stormtroopers and battle droids saw where she was looking and they diverted their attention to where she was.

Flurry stopped in her tracks, whimpering when she saw Lyra calling out to her. "Mama..."

Lyra gasped and cupped her mouth. Did she... call her mom? But her delight died when some of the B1 droids turned their heads to see the infant on the ground.

That thought alone made Lyra's anxiety amped up to eleven as she started to run right at them, but then she stopped. She looked at Flurry who started twitching her face. She felt her nose starting to itch, and she felt the urge to sneeze coming back to her.

Lyra remembered what was about to come and she yelled one thing to her allies who were fighting.

Lyra ducked on the ground, covering her ears to brace herself. The battle droids weren't sure what she meant, until it happened.

A powerful wave of sound and Force sent the battle droids surrounding her flying into the air and smashing them into pieces upon the blast. Not only that, but the wave stretched so hard it threw the rest of the battle droids and the Stormtroopers in the hangar, throwing them hard against the walls and cargo crates.

Boxes clattered, droids were smashed, even the cries of Stormtroopers in pain were let out as they were thrashed all around by the uncontrollable burst of Force. Even Varan who was eager to grab the asset got thrown just like everyone else, with no way to prevent it from happening.

When the wave finally died down, everything was still and quiet. A few Stormtroopers moaned in pain, and battle droids were fizzing out from sparks. Everyone in the entire hangar had been taken out.

Mando raised her head up lightly, with K2-B4 slowly lifting his up next to her on the right, and IG-11 on her left.

The baby looked like she was about to sneeze again, but this time she just lightly sneezed, shaking it off. And she plunked herself back down on her bottom, sitting on the ground, looking all around. She saw the destroyed battle droids, and her eyes widened out of shock. Did she do that?

Lyra moved in and scooped up the baby in her arms, giggling with joy. "You saved us, you silly little thing."

"You just saved our lives, yis you did, yis you did!" And she lightly threw her up in the air and caught her again with her arms, keeping her safe. "But don't you ever go running off like that," Lyra said, sternly booping her nose. "Understand?"

The quiet in the hangar came to an end when a well dressed commander came running at them like a hangry animal. Varan screamed like a maniac as he tried to attack the Mandalorian, but she was more than ready for him. She stepped out of the way, making him almost fall forwards, but he caught himself. And when he turned around to attack again, the Mandalorian swung her leg around and kicked him in the jaw, and swung her leg on the ground to knock him over.

Varan groaned from the fall, but he had one more trick to pull on them. He pressed a button, and from the outside platforms, three droidekas rolled inside, extending their blasters and sitting up right for attack positions. Ray shields flipped on all around them, and they opened fire on the Mandalorian and her team.

The Storm commander, taking his chance, got back up on his knees and stumbled, trying to walk away with what strength he had left. He wasn't about ot waste anymore time on this fruitless endeavor. But he didn't count on the two repurposed commando droids stepping in the way, cocking their weapons at him and holding him at gunpoint.

Lyra deflected as many as the blasts as she could, but she knew she couldn't hold them for long. The Mandalorian looked around, there had to have been something she could use to take them down. Looking high above, she saw some cargo hanging from the ceiling. That should do the trick.

Reaching out for the gun, she gripped it in her hand. She pointed it up towards the crates, looking for the weakest positions to fire. She fired a few shots at the cables holding it up, and watched as they started to give away until they all dropped and completely flattened them into droid pancakes.

Lyra panted slightly, but she flipped her lightsaber around and turned it off, putting it back on the side of her belt. She smiled at the Mandalorian, helping her get back up. "Nice shot."

"Thanks," Mando grunted, getting back up. "So, who else is left? Any more we need to fight?"

“There are no more battle droids. We have survived,” K2 stated, observing the surroundings.

She picked up Mando and swung her around in the happiest dance ever, filled with so much joy and energy as she did so. And even for how surprised she was to be swung like this, Mando did not hate it. And instead, she simply leaned her head in to try and give her an embracing hug.

The two of them heard the sound of little Flurry giggling, and saw her cooing and laughing as she waddled towards them.

Lyra for once, did not feel in danger with the assassin droid around her. Instead she walked towards him and softly smiled, patting his shoulder, and innocently kissing his head. “Thank you, IG-11.”

“Well you did it amazingly. I would love to have you around some more, if you are still functioning.”

“And if you would still wish to stay and protect her,” Mando offered. “I may have fixed you, but whether you want to stay on my crew is your personal choice. You have complete free will."

IG-11’s head swiveled and spun around, his eyes constantly checking to make sure they were still safe. “I wish to stay and protect the girl.”

Lyra and Mando saw the remaining two commando droids march towards them, with their fingers locked around Varan’s arms, holding him in place as they brought him towards Lyra and Mando.

“So what should we do with him now?” Lyra asked, with a glare and her hands on her hips.

“He has instigated multiple war crimes, including attempted child assassination. The law dictates that he should be terminated,” K2 concluded, raising a gun and pointing at him.

“No, hold on, do not fire,” Lyra ordered, getting the tactician to lower the weapon.

“So, Mandalorian. How does it feel knowing that your secret is gone? Now that I have seen your face, you will have to remove that helmet, and never hide again. Isn’t that what you Mandalorians do?” Varan growled.

The Mandalorian had every urge to strangle him right here and now, but she held herself back. And their eyes immediately turned to the doors as Cad Bane and the rest of the bounty hunters appeared.

“Oh thank goodness you’re all here, shoot them, shoot them now! Kill them and I’ll triple the pay I promised!”

None of them reacted, nor did they change their facial expressions. Instead, they just casually walked into the open hangar, and right past them, completely ignoring the carnage around them. Not only that, but none of them made a move or attack on Lyra, Mando, the baby, or the droids within the group.

"I wouldn't try talking your way out of this one, Varan. The Jedi wins this one," Aurra chuckled.

"I have nothing clever, I'm just leaving with the crew," Dengar said, passing by.

Varan watched hopelessly as the bounty hunters just walked away from him, heading back to Sugi's ship to depart the planet. Now there was no chance of getting anymore help.

“Well now that they’re gone… I think it’s time we finish our little… chat,” Mando growled, cracking her knuckles.

“Mando, wait! I know he did horrible things, but we can’t stoop to his level!”

“Oh I could definitely stoop to his level,” Mando snarled as she got up in his face. Varan wasn’t sure what to expect until he felt a surge of electricity shock him until he dropped out of the commando droids arms and onto the ground, rendered unconscious. Lyra, once again, was surprised by this Mandalorian’s tactics; she honestly assumed he was about to have the death sentence, but no, he wasn’t given that end. She looked back at Lyra, smiling under the helmet. “But then again… I’m not a bad guy.”

The home of the Equestrian Jedi temple; and a perfect place to go. The planet was lush and green, there were plenty of fun activities to do, and it was a perfect spot to make some new friends and allies.

A few Jedi were hanging around the landing zone, helping some visitors unload cargo and various supplies. A few of them were members of the Equestrian Jedi temple, like Master Sandalwood and Master Micro Chips. Some were Knights like Mystery Mint, Trixie Lulamoon, or Valhallen. Though they did get a few visits from Jedi over from Coruscant. Not many visited, but a few familiar faces came here and there; Kit Fisto, Plo Koon, Luminara Unduli, Aayla Secura, but most notably; Ahsoka Tano.

And their attention was drawn to the freighter that was coming in from the clouds down onto the platform. The legs unfolded and the ship gently hit the ground without a scratch. And the hatch opened up, making everyone curious as to who was inside. First to come out was Cheep and G-G, who just rolled out nice and smoothly. Right behind them was the hovering crib with the little baby inside, who just looked in awe at everything around her. Even at the new faces who looked at her.

"Hi there," Ahsoka smiled, hearing some adorable little noises come from the infant. She reached her finger out, lightly rubbing against her tummy. Flurry just giggled from the touch, playfully grabbing the Togruta's hand.

"Master Sandalwood, good to see you," Lyra smiled, still keeping an arm underneath the Mandalorian to help her walk. She was mostly fine, but there was still some injuries that needed some medical attention.

"Our little Storm Army friend here," Lyra said, looking back in the shuttle. The two functioning commando droids walked out, pushing an angry Varan out who just glared at them all, sulking. He didn't bother speaking another word, not that it would do him any good. "He wasted a lot of resources and killed my battalion and my friends trying to capture a Force-sensitive child."

Lyra didn't understand, until she saw what they were looking at. "Ohhh, the commandos, don't worry. They're on our side, they've been reprogrammed. They actually helped me save my Mandalorian friend here."

"We'll take him in for some questioning," Mystery nodded, joining Trixie as they took the commander away from the commando droids.

"Let's just call her Mando. She helped protect me from the bounty hunters, and I in return saved her from brutal torture from Varan. But I like to take her inside for some medical attention, she has some wounds needing to be treated," Lyra asked.

"Of course dude, come on!" Sandalwood said, leading the two of them into the temple.

Inside, the medical droid finished spraying the few more bits of the bacta spray. She had just gotten patched up, and somehow they managed to heal any head injuries (although she insisted they all look away or step out of the room so they couldn't see her face). They wrapped some bandages around her stomach and her arm, and she was more than okay to stand up again.

"Thanks for the patch-up. How much do I owe you guys?" Mando asked, looking over to some of the Jedi nearby.

"You don't worry about a thing, it's taken care of. Now was there anything else that you need from us, or would like?" Octavia asked.

The Mandalorian banged her head against the table a few times in frustration. So much paperwork, so much to do, how was it this hard? Thankfully she only had a few more things left to go, and she would be complete!

One final signature added, and she checked the final few boxes before turning in the paperwork to the right desk. The droid on the other side of the desk analyzed the signed papers, running them through the computers.

A blacksmith, in charge of melding and processing metal parts and pieces got to work on molding a piece of armor within the shop, molding two new shoulder pauldrons for the Mandalorian. One more mold was done, and the two pieces were completed.

The blacksmith carefully applied the pieces onto her shoulders, making sure they clicked with her clothes.

"I thank you for your services," the Mandalorian said, passing the blacksmith some credits to pay for her work.

"Yes, I am done now. Come on," the Mandalorian lightly chuckled as she walked with Lyra out of the blacksmith's shop. The two of them walked back out to the landing zone where the droids were waiting. Thankfully IG-11 kept the baby safe in his arms, cradling her safely. And she didn't seem to have too much of a problem with the big droid holding her.

Everyone gave their yes's and walked back into the ship. IG-11 carefully passed the baby back off to Lyra and followed the others back inside. Carefully she held her in her arms, smiling down at the little bundle of joy. She knew for a fact this little girl was going to be a great Jedi one day.

Lyra looked at some of the other Jedi, giving a brief wave at them before she set off into the ship. Sandalwood, Ahsoka, and many others waved back, watching the ship take off from the platform. The ship's engines let out a burst of flame and it thrust into the atmosphere, taking off for another space trip.

“The little powerhouse is finally asleep,” the Mandalorian said, looking at Flurry Heart now asleep in her hovering crib. “Hopefully she won’t be causing any more disturbances.”

Mando flipped a few switches. "How about Coruscant? I don't know about you, but ate a light lunch. How about we go eat at Dexter's Diner?"

Mando activated the controls, prepping the jump for hyperspace. The final lever was pulled, and the engines began to charge up, and the countdown began to start. She spun around in the chair, facing Lyra. Sitting up straight, looking her dead in the eyes.

Lyra smiled. "Mando, I was just doing what is right, that's it. You were captured, I needed to rescue you. And after everything you did to keep me and the baby safe, I had to."

"And I love that. But there's something else. This symbol here, that I insisted on being engraved on my shoulder piece?" The Mandalorian said, making her shoulder armor piece stick out so Lyra could see it, showing a new logo. "This means 'clan of three'. Which means, you and the baby are a part of my clan... and my family."

The Mandalorian's hands went up and stroked Lyra's face, wiping a small tear of joy from her eye as she looked at her.

The bounty hunter’s finger went over her lips, and Lyra went quiet. The bounty hunter's hands went up and grabbed the sides of her helmet, slowly pulling it off her head. Underneath that helmet was a girl with pale yellow skin, blue eyes, and two-toned dark blue and pink hair which poofed back up now that it was out in the open air.

Lyra was speechless. "Huh... you're a lot cuter than I thought you'd be." Lyra then smiled adorably. "I like it."

Her hand intertwined with Bon Bon’s, and Bon Bon returned, locking her fingers with hers. And she didn’t want to let go of her hand. And as the two looked in each other's eyes, the ship finished prepping the engines and jumped for hyperspace, on the way to Coruscant...

ASHLEIGH BALL
Lyra Heartstrings

ANDREA LIBMAN
The Mandalorian

TABITHA ST. GERMAIN
Flurry Heart
Derpy Hooves

DEE BRADLEY BAKER
Commander Varan
Bossk
Clone Troopers
Stormtroopers
Wezz

DAVE FILONI
Embo
CH33P as "Cheep"

COREY BURTON
Cad Bane

SIMON PEGG
Dengar

ANNA GRAVES
Sugi

TAIKA WATIKI
IG-88
IG-11

MATTHEW WOOD
Battle Droids
"Fingers"

JAIME KING
Aurra Sing

BRIAN DOE
Timber Spruce

KELLY METZGER
Gloriosa Daisy

ASHLEY ECKSTEIN
K2-B4
Ahsoka Tano

CLANCY BROWN
Torq Rexus

GREG ELLIS
Zar

VINCENT TONG
Sandalwood

JIM CUMMINGS
Hondo Ohnaka

The Mandalorian

by FourShadow

Chapter 8: Nurse And Protect/Final Showdown