(I KNOW THIS WAS PROBABLY ONE OF THE LESSER ENTERTAINING EPISODES IN THE SERIES, BUT IT'S GETTING DONE REGARDLESS! HOPEFULLY THIS ONE HITS AT LEAST 20 VOTES OR MORE)

As we drifted through space, I watched the Child stand next to Dad on his right on top of the console.

The Child hit one of the buttons, that Dad paid no mind to. It then pressed another that started to annoy Dad.

Dad: Stop touching things.

The Child looks up at my Dad, not breaking his gaze and hits another button that makes the ship jerk and Dad hands him off to me and stabilizes the ship.

Dad then looks at the star-map of the region.

Dad: Let's see. Sorgan. Looks like there's no star port, no industrial centers, no population density. Real backwater skug hole. Which means it's perfect for us.

I then look down at the Child and hold him up to my helmet.

Y/n: Ready to lay low and stretch your legs for a couple months, ya little womp rat?

The Child giggles and touches my helmet, making me smile.

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Dad lands the Crest at the far end of a forest and we both get up from our chairs.

Dad: I don't think it'll be a good idea for him to come with us.

Y/n: Agreed.

I place the Child down in my seat and kneel in front of him.

Y/n: Dad and I are gonna look around to make sure it's safe. We won't be gone long. Now listen, don't touch anything. We'll find us some lodging and then we'll come back for you. You stay right here. Stay. There. Okay?

The Child just tilts his head, and I assume that to be a response.

Y/n: Good.

Dad and I head down and open the side hatch. Once it lowered, we here cooing and see the Child standing between our boots.

Dad looks at me and I just shrug.

Dad: (sigh) What the hell? Just keep a close eye on him.

Y/n: Come on, little guy.

Surprisingly for it's height, the Child managed to keep up with us as we walked through the forest.

Eventually we find a small restaurant of some kind, made out of wood and we enter, gaining many looks. At least for once it wasn't looks that said 'Get the hell out of here.'

I pick up the Child and placed him on a seat and Dad and I sat on either side of him. A waitress comes up to us with a warm smile.

Waitress: Welcome travelers. Can I interest you in anything?

Dad: Bone broth for the little one.

Waitress: Oh, well, you're in luck, I just took down a grinjer, so there's plenty. Can I interest either of you in a porringer of broth as well?

Y/n: I'll just take a glass of ale, if that's not too much trouble.

Dad: Nothing else for either of us.

Waitress: Whatever you want.

Dad then nods behind her.

Dad: That one over there. When did she arrive?

I follow his gaze and see a woman with black hair in faded armor with shock-trooper tattoos?!

Waitress: I've seen her here for the last week or so.

Y/n: Did she come here on business of some sort?

Waitress: Business? Oh, well, there's not much business in Sorgan, so I can't say.

Dad then places a chip in front of her which she takes, surprised.

Waitress: She doesn't strike me as a log runner. Well, thank you, sir. I will get that broth and ale to you as soon as possible and I will throw in a flagon of spotchka just for good measure. I will be right back with that.

As the waitress leaves, we then see the woman who had been sitting across the restaurant was gone.

Dad: Stay with the kid. Keep your comm open.

Y/n: Yes, sir.

Dad quietly leaves the restaurant and the waitress returns giving the Child his broth and my drink.

Not even ten seconds later I hear Dad and a feminine voice grunting. I grab the Child, who had his broth in his hands and my drink and walk outside to see Dad and the woman wrestling on the ground.

I lean against a pole as they both spin, each of their arms interlocked on the other, and reach for their blasters, aiming at each other's faces.

Their gaze is then brought to us when they hear the Child sipping his broth loudly. I merely sip my ale and rest my head against the pole.

Y/n: You know, when most people hear all the grunting and groaning you two were making and don't see what's happening, they'd probably think something else ENTIRELY was going on.

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The four of us then sat at the table in the restaurant as the woman, now known as Cara Dune, told her story.

Cara: Saw most of my action mopping up after Endor. Mostly Ex-Imperial Warlords. They wanted it fast and quiet. They'd send us in on the dropships. No support, just us. Then when the Imps were gone, the politics started. We were peacekeepers, protecting delegates, suppressing riots. Not what I signed up for.

Dad: How'd you end up here?

Cara: Let's just call it an early retirement.

Cara took a sip of her soup and looked at us for several seconds.

Cara: Look, I knew you were Guild. I figured you boys had a fob on me. That's why I came at you so hard.

Dad: Yeah, that's what I figured.

Y/n: For the record, we're EX-Guild now. Events turned up that made us not want to be apart of it anymore.

Cara stands from her seat.

Cara: Well, this has been a real treat, but unless you wanna go another round, two of us are gonna have to move on and I got here first.

Cara finishes the rest of her soup and leaves the table.

Dad: Well, looks like this planet's taken.

Y/n: What are the odds you two wind being a thing?

Dad doesn't say anything and leaves the payment on the table, before leaving. I look down at the Child as he looks up at me.

Y/n: Notice he didn't say no.

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After I'd put the Child back in the ship, Dad and I started making some repairs to our landing gears.

I hear footsteps come from my right and see two men come up to us. I didn't feel the need to grab my weapon because they were unarmed and wore some pretty ragged clothing.

Man #1: Excuse me.

Man #2: Excuse me, sirs.

Dad: There something we can help you with?

Man #2: Uh, yeah. Raiders.

Man #1: We have money.

Y/n: Do we look like mercenaries to you?

Man #1: You are Mandalorians, right?

Man #2: Or at least wearing Mandalorian armor. That is Mandalorian armor, right?

Dad: It is.

Man #2: See? I told him. Sirs, I've read a lot about your people, er, Tribe. If half of what I read is true...

Man #1: We have money.

Dad: How much?

Man #2: It's everything we have, sir. Our whole harvest was stolen.

Man #1: Krill. We're krill farmers.

Man #2: We brew spotchka. Our whole village chipped in.

Dad looks at the bag, seeing how small it is and motions for me to come.

Dad: It's not enough.

Man #2: Are you sure? You don't even know what the job is.

Y/n: Sorry, but we have our own problems right now. And even if we didn't, it still wouldn't be enough.

Man #1: This is everything we have. We'll give you more after the next harvest.

Dad opens the hatch and the farmers back up, frightened from the hissing it made.

As Dad and I walk up the ramp until something they say catches our attention.

Man #1: Took us the whole day to get here. Now we have to ride back with no protection to the middle of nowhere.

Dad: Where do you live?

The farmers turn back to us, confused.

Man #1: On a farm. Weren't you listening? We're farmers.

Dad: In the middle of nowhere?

Man #1: Yes.

Y/n: What are your names?

Man #2: I-I'm Caben. This is Stoke.

Y/n: Your farm, it has lodging?

Caben: Yeah. Absolutely.

Dad: Good. Come up and help.

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After we'd loaded our things onto their trolley, Dad and I grabbed Cara, who had her own little camp a ways off from the restaurant and paid her with the farmers credits to help.

All of us rode in the trolley back to their farm and sat quietly till Cara spoke up.

Cara: So we're basically running off a band of Raiders for lunch money?

Dad: They're quartering us in the middle of nowhere. Last I checked that's a pretty square deal for somebody in your position. Worst case scenario you tune up your blaster. Best case, we're a deterrent. I can't imagine there's anything living in these trees that an ex-shock trooper couldn't handle.

I continued to breathe quietly, and looked up at the stars.

Cara: How old is he?

Dad: Fifty years old.

Cara: Your son is older than you?

Guess they must've thought I'd fallen asleep.

Dad: He's fifteen. The baby is fifty years old. I'd rather not go into details on that topic.

Cara: How long have you two been traveling the galaxy?

Dad: We've been like this ever since his mother passed.

Cara: I'm sorry.

Dad: You didn't know. Nothing to apologize for.

Cara: ....How did she die?

Dad: A rare illness that attacked her immune system. Affected her heart not long after. Y/n was no older than five.

Cara: Well, I don't know many parents who managed to live for their children after losing their spouse. Most of them break down and forget that they're even there.

Dad: My son is the only thing I have left of her. If I lost him... I honestly don't know what I'd do.

Cara: Well, you're a good father, in my opinion.

Dad: ....Thanks.

I smirk underneath my helmet. This ship is gonna be one hell of a canon.

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The next morning we made it into the village and watch as all the children rush up and stare at the Child. I chuckle as I help Dad and Cara grab the supplies out of the trolley.

Later Dad and I find the barn we're to be staying at for the time being and see a woman fixing the blinds.

Her name was Omera, if I remember correctly.

Omera: Please Come in.

Dad and I enter the barn and set our stuff down.

Omera: I hope this comfortable for you both. Sorry that all we have is the barn.

Dad: This will do fine.

Omera: I stacked some blankets over here for you.

Y/n: Thank you.

Dad immediately whips around and looks at a little girl that had peeked out, but hid.

Y/n: It's just a girl, Dad.

Omera walks over grabs her daughter, walking her over to see us.

Omera: This is my daughter, Winta. We don't get a lot of visitors and she's not used to strangers.

I put my hand on Dad's shoulder, making him relax a bit more.

Omera: These nice people are going to help protect us from the bad ones.

Winta: ....Thank you.

Dad and I both nod to her.

Omera: Come on, Winta. Let's give our guests some room.

The two leave the barn and leave Dad and I to look at each other.

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Later that day, Dad, Cara, and I were scouting the area to find the Raiders camp.

I use my thermal vision in my helmet and see a series of footprints.

Y/n: Dad, Cara, over here.

They both come over and I point to the tracks.

Y/n: How many would you say there are, Dad?

Dad: Around 15 or 20 of them.

Dad looks up and sees several branches broken off from the trees.

Dad: And something big sheared off those branches.

Dad leads the way and after several more feet, we find a humongous, but all too familiar footprint in the dirt.

Cara: AT-ST.

Dad: An Imperial walker. What's it doing here?

Y/n: Maybe there was a battle long ago here and the Raiders scavenged it?

Dad: It's a good bet.

Cara: This is more than I signed up for.

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Later we returned to the village and called everyone to tell them the situation.

Dad: Bad news. You can't live here anymore.

The villagers began to clamor in shock.

Caben: What? Why?

Cara leans to Dad.

Cara: Nice bedside manner.

Y/n: Bluntness has always been his strong-suit.

Dad: You think you can do better?

Cara: Can't do much worse.

Cara walks forward and addresses them.

Cara: I know this is not the news you wanted to hear, but there are no other options.

Stoke: You took the job.

Cara: That was before we knew about the
AT-ST.

Stoke: What is that?

Y/n: A giant walking machine that the Empire used to maintain order and slaughtered dozens by the second.

Cara: That you knew about and didn't tell us.

Omera: We have nowhere to go.

Cara: Sure you do. This is a big planet. I mean, I've seen a lot smaller.

Caben: My grandparents seeded these ponds.

Stoke: It took generations.

Cara: I understand, I do. But there are only three of us.

Stoke: No there's not. There's at least twenty here!

Caben: Yeah!

Cara: I mean fighters. Be realistic.

Caben: We can learn! Give us a chance!

Stoke: Please.

Cara: I've seen that thing take out entire companies of soldiers in a matter of minutes.

Omera: ...We're not leaving.

Cara: You cannot fight that thing.

Dad: Unless we show them how.

Cara and I turn to Dad, confused.

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After much discussion, Dad, Cara, and I addressed the villagers that were going to help us fight the Raiders.

Dad: You got two problems here. You got the bandits and you got the mech.

Y/n: The three of us will handle the AT-ST, but all of you will need to be able to protect us when they come out of the woods. And we don't have to tell you how dangerous they are.

Dad: Cara Dune here was a veteran. She was a drop soldier for the Rebellion, and she's gonna lay out a plan for you, so listen carefully.

Cara: Now, there's nothing on this planet that can damage the legs on this thing, so we're gonna build a trap. We're gonna need to dig real deep, right here, so that when it steps in, it drops. The three of us will hit their camp to provoke them. That'll bring the fight out of the woods and down here to us.

Dad: I'm gonna need you to cut down trees and build barricades along the edges. I need it high enough so that they can't get over, and strong enough so that they can't break through.

Y/n: I hesitate to ask this... but who here knows how to shoot?

Omera was the only who raised her hand.

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(A/N: THE RAIDERS RACE-NAME IS TOO LONG TO CONSTANTLY TYPE SO I'M JUST GONNA STICK WITH CALLING THEM RAIDERS.)

After training the villagers to the best of our abilities, night had rolled over and Dad, Cara, and I were jogging through the forest until we finally came upon the Raider's camp.

Three of them were sitting around a fire and we all grabbed one, snapping their necks. We then made our way into their tent and see several melting vats of some kind.

Dad and I placed several detonators around the tent and got ready to exit until we heard footsteps coming.

Cara and I hid on either side of the entrance and Dad stood ready in the front. Four Raiders entered and we all attacked. I kicked one into Dad as he back handed it to the ground while Cara sucker punched two of the others.

Dad and I both threw our fists together into the last Raider and knocked him several feet away.

I blast the wall several times, knowing more would show from all the ruckus. I ram through it with Dad and Cara on my tail and the camp explodes.

Cara: I hope the plan worked.

Suddenly we heard a giant whirring and look up to see the AT-ST looking down at us.

Y/n: That answer your question?

Dad: Go! GO!

The three of us start running back towards the village with the AT-ST stomping after us and firing blasts all around us.

We finally make it back and duck behind cover with all the villagers.

Cara: This is it! Once that thing steps into the pond it's going down!

The AT-ST makes it's way put of the forest and walks towards the pond.

Dad: Just a few more steps.

The AT-ST keeps walking but then stops, several feet in front of it.

Y/n: Why the hell did it stop?

The walker doesn't move and instead, shines a light down at us.

Dad: Get down!

The villagers duck down behind the barricades and the AT-ST fires a blast that makes one of the huts explode.

We all then hear yelling and see all the Raiders charging at us.

Cara: Open fire!

The villagers all start blasting at the Raiders and take several of them out. The AT-ST still remains frozen, firing at more of the houses.

Dad: We gotta get that thing to step forward!

Cara: I'm thinking!

Another hut gets blown up, making me lose my patience.

Y/n: Screw this!

I grab my sniper rifle and fire a blast that gets the AT-ST's attention.

Y/n: DOWN HERE YA WALKING SCRAP PILE!

I run out and fire another blast making the walker's light shine down on me.

Dad: Y/n! Get back here!

I jump into one of the ponds next to the trap and fire another blast, that makes the AT-ST step forward and try and look for me.

Y/n: RIGHT HERE! COME ON!

I fire another blast that damages one of the shutters for the eye-port and the walker comes forward right into the trap.

I immediately rush out of the pond and take out another one of my detonators and toss it into one of the eye-ports, before running back and getting blown into the air as the mech exploded.

I crashed into one of the smoldering huts and groaned, turning on my back. I barely see the fire burning from the wreckage of the walker and see the Raiders falling back into the forest.

Dad and Cara run up to me and kneel down.

Dad: Y/n! Talk to me! Y/n!

Y/n: .... (cough) That was awesome. (cough)

Dad shakes his head and hits my chest.

Y/n: Ow! Hey! I'm in enough pain!

Dad: I'm beginning to see why you're mother wanted you to be a girl.

I just laugh before groaning again.

Y/n: Love you too, Dad.

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The next day, I was sitting with some of the children watching them play with the Child.

He jumped and grabbed a frog that had been sitting on a rock and was about to eat it again, but I immediately take it from him.

Y/n: What did we talk about? Frogs are not food! At least not ones that are still alive.

The Child just sits down and giggles. The other children look at me and laugh as I just smirk and chuckle myself.

Suddenly a blaster shot went off and the kids screamed and started running off. I immediately grab the Child and hide him in a basket next to one of the huts before running into the forest.

I find Dad and Cara standing over a smoking body that doesn't look like one of the Raiders.

Y/n: What happened?

Dad flips over the body and we see a tracking fob that was beeping. Dad grabs the fob.

Cara: Who's he tracking?

Y/n: The baby.

Cara: They know he's here.

Y/n: Yeah.

Cara: Then they'll keep coming.

Dad throws the fob to the ground and smashes it with his boot.

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We knew we had to leave. Dad and I packed all our stuff and put it in the trolley.

Cara walks up to us.

Cara: Are you sure you don't want an escort?

Dad: I appreciate the offer, but we're gonna bypass the town and head right to the Razor Crest.

Cara: Well then...

Cara extends her hand to Dad.

Cara: ...until our paths cross.

Dad grips her hand.

Dad: Until our paths cross.

Cara looks at me and places her hand on the left side of my helmet.

Cara: You're father raised you well. You make him and your mother proud.

Y/n: Thank you.

As I hop in the trolley, I watch Winta run over and hug the Child.

Winta: I'm gonna miss you so much.

I smile as the Child purrs at her before she steps back to her mother.

The Child comes over to me and hugs my leg, making me pick him up and hold him in my lap. Dad hops in the trolley with me and we take off back towards the ship.

The villagers all wave at us goodbye as I give them a two-finger salute.

Dad: She was right.

Y/n: Who was?

Dad: Cara. You do make us proud. Every day.

I smile and lean against Dad's shoulder as he puts his arm around my neck.

(AGAIN, I KNOW THIS WASN'T ONE OF THE MORE THRILLING EPISODES, BUT AT LEAST IT'S DONE! TOMORROW OR THE DAY AFTER THE NEXT CHAPTER WILL BE POSTED! 25 OR MORE VOTES FOR IT TO HAPPEN FASTER!)