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The Force touches all things, see all things. Space is filled with beginnings and endings. Those that have become one with the living Force guide it to see various things. Today there in an urge to go to Mandalore.
The planet rolls into view out of the darkness of the space around it. It’s moons will both be in full view planet side, just nearing moon set as the sun rises for those now slumbering on the glassy world.
The stormy skies are clearing up as Mandalorians have returned to their home world. The planet is still green glass, but there are large pockets of trees, plants, and small farms dotting the surface as well as the domed city of Sundari. The Mandalorians have been very industrious in the last cycle since they won their homeworld back. Those that have joined the living Force project their happiness at seeing the planet they once called home when they were living.
The Force settles around the peoples of Mandalore and is pushed by those that have become one with the living Force to a certain dwelling on the planet. It’s large, but not ostentatious. It’s the dwelling of the Mand’alor.
Outside it, sets a Gauntlet and an N-1 starfighter. The window of the dwelling is open facing the landing platform where the ships settle. A small green child stands before a door, arm raised, thoughts pulling the Force to it.
The mechanism in the door clicks once, twice, and on the third time the child giggles happily to itself as the door slides silently open. The child scuttles inside and stops, looking around and smiling as the Force swirls around it.
On the bed lies a woman with red hair. She sleeps deeply.
The child bounds to the bed, snuggling next to the woman with a happy gurgle. It places a small hand on the woman’s belly and hums happily. Ah, yes, a new life has been conceived recently. There is only the light, no consciousness yet, just the spark of a new beginning.
A different door opens, and a man steps out in silver beskar rubbing his dark hair with a towel. He stops looking at the child.
“Grogu,” the voice is affectionate, yet warning, in it’s soft whisper, “don’t wake her.”
The child gurgles something non-distinguishable to the man, burying itself next to the woman, in an attempt to hide from the man’s view.
The man chuckles, returning the towel to a hanger in the room he left, before walking out to the bed. He leans his head down, kissing the woman’s cheek softly, whispering, “Sleep well Bo.”
The man turns to a night stand where two helmets sit. A harsh pure beskar helmet and a softer blue one with the eyes of an owl on it.
He places a small cylinder on the night stand and picks up the harsher of the two helmets, placing it on his head, then turning to the child.
“Come Grogu,” his modulated voice tells the child, “Let Bo sleep. We had to meet Teva for our new assignment.”
The child places a similar kiss on the woman’s cheek before calling on the Force to leap through the air and land on the man’s shoulder with an excitedly whispered, “PATU!”
The unlikely pair make their way out of the door the child entered, then out the main door of the dwelling, and descending to the N-1.
The machine lifts off the ground as the woman rouses from her slumber, looking around and seeing the cylinder. She lifts it from the night stand, flicking it on.
“Bo. We had to leave early. I apologize for not waking you, but you needed the rest. I am not sure how long we will be gone on this mission, but we will contact you as soon as we can. Ni kar’tayl gar darasuum.”
“Ni kar’tayl gar darasuum indeed Din Djarin,” the woman smiles, flicking the cylinder off and rising from the bed to begin her day.