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Security - Chapter 65: The Unification

summary: Din and Astra help Bo-Katan unite the two groups of Mandalorians together for the first time as they prepare for their biggest adventure yet.

warnings: canon-typical violence, angst, fluff

rating: T

word count: 5.183k

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chapter 65: the unification

“And this,” Din pauses what he’s saying to Zora and toggles a switch, “gives extra power to the reverse thrusters, in case we need to get somewhere fast.”

Zora gives her father an excited glance as Din flips the switch back to where it was before. He lets her reach forward and toggle it just as he had. “Zoooom!” she exclaims with a few excited claps.

“That’s right,” Din remarks with a smile in his tone and a fond tilt of his helmet. “Zoom! It makes us go faster.”

Astra beams at the sight, her chin resting in her palm as her chair remains spun towards the two of them. Nevarro’s atmosphere is starting to pass them by in the Gauntlet, but her view can’t be deterred from this precious moment. Their arrival on Nevarro only intensifies her daydreams of this being an everyday reality in their home, one that’s at long last so close in reach. Once they’ve helped to rescue the home of their people, their family will finally earn theirs.

Grogu coos at Astra from his place on Bo-Katan’s lap as if he’s checking up on her. Astra smiles and nods in his direction. He lifts his ears and faces the viewport once again. Astra chuckles to herself and shakes her head. She had to give it to Din; He taught Grogu well in being just as protective over her as he is.

The private moments their family share are all brought to a halt when Bo-Katan’s voice brings them back to reality. “I hope these two groups get along,” she sighs in worry. “They’ve never met, and what little they know of each other, they hate.”

Din turns his helmet to face Bo-Katan. His words are delivered with his usual bluntness. “They will if they wanna survive.”

“In other words,” Astra attempts, “everything will be just fine.” She nods at the group. “If we keep our heads cool, they will, too.”

Bo-Katan gives Astra a quick glance over her shoulder. “I’m always grateful for your positive outlooks.” She brings the Gauntlet to the ground within the tribe’s encampment and steadies herself with a breath. “And this time, I really hope it’s true.”

Astra offers a smile, but she’s torn from their conversation before she can respond. “Mama!” Zora’s sweet voice calls for her. She turns her head and beams when she sees Zora holding Din’s helmet between her hands. “Luh!” Zora gives the helmet a kiss with a dramatic muah! just as she had on Plazir-15. “Helm!”

“That’s right, Zo!” Astra cheers her on. “We love his helmet.”

Zora furrows her brow at Din. “Papa helm?” She gives his beskar cheek a gentle tap.

“Yeah, Zozo,” Din responds in his softest voice. “I like it, too.”

Zora smiles and claps her hands with a few excited breaths. “Helmmm! Muah!” She gives it another kiss.

Astra laughs to herself in an effort to release the strong warmth that lovingly constricts her chest. She stands in unison with Bo-Katan from her seat, taking Grogu from their ally and setting him back inside the pod. Grogu lifts his ears as he looks up at his mother. She smiles and gives one of them a brush. Astra doesn’t dare trying to separate Zora from Din and instead lets them stay together as the group follows Bo-Katan out of the Gauntlet.

The scene is as tense as Bo had feared it would be. The tribe stands behind Paz Vizsla and watches as the Nite Owls and other Mandalorian affiliates walk towards them. Astra watches as Paz sets his hand on Ragnar’s shoulder before the foundling starts to usher all the children back towards their camp. She shares a glance with Din, who tightens his grip on the babbling Zora. The closer the two groups get to one another, the more quiet she becomes.

Bo-Katan stops and the Djarins stay at her side. After a brief pause, the Mandalorians alongside and behind them make the move to remove their helmets. Bo-Katan is the last of them to do so, leaving Din to be the only Mandalorian on their side with his helmet still on. Astra brings herself just a bit closer to his side.

The clanging of the Armorer’s tools draws everyone’s attention to her. She stands on a few cargo crates outside of one of the tents, the glow of Nevarro’s daylight illuminating her golden helmet. “Welcome, fellow Mandalorians,” her regal voice announces. “We invite you to make camp.”

The Mandalorians on both sides share a few uncertain glances. Astra crosses her arms over her armored chest and gives those around her a warning look.

“Let us prepare a feast for our guests.”

Bo-Katan and the Armorer share a nod of respect before the Mandalorians get to work. The tribe starts to prepare the feast while the others unload the supplies from the fleet and prepare to make camp. It’s only Axe and Paz who linger, staring each other down as if they have a long history with one another. Bo-Katan gives Axe’s cuirass a hard shove to make him stand down.

Before Din or Astra can help with anything, Greef’s voice calls out to them from a distance. “Mando!” He gestures with a gloved hand to Astra. “Mrs. Mando!”

Astra laughs along with Greef while they walk to meet each other in the middle. Greef extends a hand towards Din first, engaging him in a friendly handshake.

“Welcome back, my friend.” Greef reaches for Astra’s hand next. “Welcome back.” He smiles at Zora in Din’s arms. “And welcome back to you, too!” He takes her tiny hand and gives it a small shake, drawing a giggle from her. Greef’s attention is then drawn to the ships that surround them. “That’s quite a fleet you’ve assembled.” He lifts a bottle in his hand, something familiar that makes Astra raise her brow. “Little welcome gift to celebrate our neighbors.” Greef hands the bottle off to Din and taps it. “That’s all the way from Coruscant, so you might wanna wait for a smaller gathering before you open it.”

Din nods in gratitude and lowers the bottle at his free side. “Thank you.”

“That’s not the only gift I have for you.” Greef’s words cause Din and Astra to share a curious glance before the magistrate leads them towards the town. Din hands the bottle of wine to Astra when Zora tries to reach for it. Zora begins to whine in dismay, but a gentle shush from Din makes her stop. Astra examines the bottle of wine with a lift of her brow.

“I wonder when we can put this to use,” Astra says to Din. Her words are low and meant just for him.

“I already have an idea,” Din assures her, setting his free hand over the part of her back not covered by her jetpack. He tilts his helmet at Astra before she can question him. “I’ll tell you about it later.”

Astra nods and places her focus back on the way ahead. Greef’s conversing the best he can with Grogu, whose pod floats at his side. Din’s started encouraging Zora to practice her speaking once again, his gloved finger pointing at their small group.

“Who’s that?” Din asks their daughter, pointing at Astra.

“Mama!” Zora all but screeches in delight. Astra bubbles over with affectionate laughter.

“That’s right!” Din gives her tiny hand a squeeze and points at Grogu in the pod. “And who’s that?”

“Gogu!” Zora answers with a clap of her hands. “Bubber!”

“Yeah, baby girl! Very good.” Din taps her cheek with his gloved hand before he points at Greef. “And who’s that?”

Zora’s brow scrunches in focus. “G… Gr…”

“That’s it. Take your time.”

“Gr… Grrr…”

“Greef.” Din’s utterance of their friend’s name causes his head to turn around and face the adorable duo. “Grrr-eef.”

Zora takes a few excited breaths. “Geef!”

“Yeah!” It’s Greef who responds this time, reaching out to ask for Zora. Din hands her off to him, leaving both him and Astra to watch as Greef raises a hand for Zora to hit against her own. “You know your Uncle Greef, don’t you?”

“Geef!” Zora exclaims again, unable to stop now that she’s learned it.

Astra grins at Din, her joy insurmountable. When she takes a look at Grogu, the radiance within her starts to dim. Grogu’s ears are lowered in what Astra can only assume is some type of embarrassment. She goes to reach for him, but Din’s gentle in stopping her. He instead takes the lead on picking up Grogu and tucking him into his elbow, holding Grogu’s tiny three-fingered hand between two of his fingers.

“Your time will come, Grogu,” Din assures their little one. “Remember, species age differently.”

Grogu’s ears rise again at his father’s words. He coos and leans his head closer to Din in wordless gratitude and affection. Astra can’t stop beaming at them, her mind racing with daydreams of just how often she’ll get to have moments like these in a home of their own once this adventure ends.

Greef takes them all the way to his office, where he’s quick to get some snacks for the two hungry Djarin children. They sit together on a table in the room while Greef talks to Din and Astra and calls for the gift he’d promised. The doors to his office open and Astra’s jaw nearly drops at what—rather, who—walks inside.

“IG-11?” Astra breathes. After the disaster that was their last attempt at reviving the nurse droid, she thought he was gone for good.

When the droid gets closer, it becomes more apparent what had actually been done to their old friend. One of the Anzellan droidsmiths sits within his middle, his tiny arms moving IG-11’s body with two levers. Din’s helmet swings towards Greef. “What did you do to IG-11?”

“No, that’s IG-12 now,” Greef insists, his excitement palpable. “Do you like him?”

Din fully faces Greef with his helmet tilted. “Do I like him?”

“Don’t worry,” Greef says with a wave of his hand. “He’s safe.”

Din’s visor assesses the droid standing in front of him. Astra keeps herself near their children to put him at ease. “You’re sure?”

“Well, the Anzellans stripped IG down to his base motor functions,” Greef explains. “They removed his memory circuit. The pilot provides cognition.”

The Anzellan reaches for a button beside one of the levers. “Yes,” IG’s voice says.

Din glances at Greef before he shares a look with Astra. She raises her brow and shrugs, leaving it up to him. Their attention is drawn over to Grogu when he doubles over in laughter and stands to his feet. Zora gives his robe a confused tug, but Grogu continues to move forward anyway, especially as the Anzellan makes his way out of IG.

“Think of it this way,” Greef says. “It’s more like a vehicle. Hmm?” Astra catches Din’s uncertain glance as he watches Grogu move towards IG. “It’s safer that way.”

The Anzellan passes Grogu on the table and keeps a large distance between them. “Bad baby,” the Anzellan squeaks. “No squeezie!” Grogu just laughs and continues on.

“Well, he’s too little to operate this thing,” Din argues. With the protective father within him fully activated, Din starts to reach for Grogu.

“No, no, no, no,” Greef stops him with a gentle grasp on his arm. “Let’s see if he fits.”

Din sighs and looks at Astra. “Rid’ika?” His call for her is like a plea for help.

Astra fights her smile and shrugs at him. “Greef and the Anzellans spent a lot of time on this,” she reminds him. “We should at least try it out.”

Din returns her shrug, his visor falling to his feet as he watches them shift around on the floor. Astra offers a hand of comfort upon his armored shoulder.

Her attention is drawn from him when she hears Zora’s voice speak up. “Mama?” Astra turns to Zora and watches her point at Greef and Grogu. “Gogu?”

“He’s just trying something out,” Astra assures her. She picks Zora up and holds her upon her hip. “We don’t have to be scared of IG. He’s a friend, now.”

Zora relaxes at that. Together, they watch Greef lift Grogu towards IG and help him make himself comfortable. Greef backs away with his hands outreached and ready to assist further if necessary. Grogu’s hands already clutch the levers with eagerness.

“So what do you think?” Greef asks with a laugh.

Astra raises her brow at Din. His visor gives IG and Grogu a once-over. “They do nice work, I’ll give them that.” Astra smiles at his words. “But Grogu is too young to operate heavy machinery.” Din faces Greef and gestures to IG and Grogu with his thumb. Astra’s smile starts to fade as she tilts his head at him. “Maybe when he’s older.”

“No.” IG’s voice startles just about everyone in the room, though it’s Din’s head that snaps around to face Grogu the fastest.

“What do you mean, ‘No?’” Din questions in disbelief.

Astra fights hard not to laugh when Grogu lifts his finger and presses the button once again. “No.”

“I think he’s sayin’ he’s old enough to operate it,” Greef suggests.

“Yes.”

Din doesn’t seem to find it as amusing as Astra does. “Mmm-mmm. Get him out of there.”

“No.”

“No, at least let him try it out in my office,” Greef says.

Din tilts his helmet at his daughter. “Zora, what do you think?”

Zora claps her hands together. “Gogu!” she cheers on her brother.

Din’s helmet swings towards Astra in his final attempt. “Cyar’ika?”

Astra gestures with her head to Grogu. “If he’s old enough to be an apprentice, he should be old enough to try this. Right?”

“Yes.”

“No, this is not a good idea.” Din’s quick to respond to Grogu with a sharp point of his gloved finger. Din makes his way over to IG and Grogu and waves his hands. “Come on.”

Grogu uses IG’s arm to grab Din’s and push them away. Astra has to use a gloved hand to suppress her laughter.

“Hey.” Din’s voice is both defeated and offended as he throws his arms up in the air.

The group watches as Grogu tumbles through the room, running into Greef’s golden bust and nearly taking down his droid with it. Astra turns her attention to Din, who’s tensed in preparation to assist their son. The sight only makes her amused smile turn into one of adoration.

When Grogu starts to get the hang of it, Greef turns to Din with a hopeful grin. “Will you look at that?”

Grogu lifts an eager finger to press his button. “Yes.”

Din tilts his helmet. “‘Yes’ what?”

Grogu doesn’t ease up on the button. “Yes. Yes. Yes. Yes. Yes.” On and on and on he goes as he wanders through the office. Zora’s a laughing mess in Astra’s arms which is something that becomes contagious for her.

Din still isn’t as amused. He sighs and turns his helmet towards Greef. “Thanks for the gift,” he mutters with a strong hint of sarcasm. Greef chuckles and claps him on the shoulder.

Grogu’s yeses don’t stop as the Djarin family makes their way back to the Mandalorian encampment through the heart of Nevarro. Astra doesn’t miss the gazes they catch just at the sight of Grogu working IG-12. Din’s still tense at her side, and while his visor faces the way ahead, there’s no doubt his gaze isn’t focused on each and every one of Grogu’s moves.

There’s an audible sigh of relief Astra hears from Din once Grogu stops hitting the yes button. His helmet swings towards Astra as he sets a gloved hand on her back. “Dank farrik, I thought I was gonna have to rip the wiring out myself,” he mumbles.

Astra laughs and goes to respond when she realizes there’s one person missing. She stops, causing Din to do the same. “Where’s Grogu?”

Din holds a breath in his armored chest as they both slowly turn around at the same time. Much to their horror, Grogu’s stuffing a merchant’s food into his mouth with IG-12’s hands. Din’s the first one to make his stern approach. “What are you doing?” He shakes his helmet. “Stop, Grogu. No.” Din snatches the bowl from his metal hands and speaks under his breath. “You have to pay for those.”

Astra’s by Din’s side when the Tarsunt merchant starts to point at Din. He doesn’t hesitate to offer the merchant his due credits. “We’re so sorry about that,” Astra apologizes on their behalf, even as Zora giggles at her older brother. Astra shushes her in a gentle voice.

“No.” Din’s stern voice earns Astra’s attention as she watches him reach for a meiloorun Grogu’s managed to get a hand on.

Grogu pulls it out of his father’s grasp, causing Din to nearly fall over. “Yes.”

“Hey. Grogu.” Din continues to reach for the fruit.

“No.”

“Give it.”

“No.”

Zora laughs again and Astra doesn’t try to stop her. Even she’s raising her brow with amusement at the freedom Grogu’s gained just by getting a size up on Din. “Grogu,” Din stresses, “give it ba—...”

Din’s cut off by the sound of the meiloorun being crushed in IG-12’s metallic hand. The Tarsunt gasps in disbelief before Grogu drops the wrung-out fruit altogether. Din heaves a large sigh and hands more credits over to the merchant.

“Here.” Din turns to Grogu and tilts his helmet in dismay. “This isn’t working for me.” When Zora’s laughter continues, Din points a finger at her. “This isn’t funny.” Despite his words, he gives her head a gentle pat. “Traitor.”

Din leads the group by storming off on the path they were originally traveling. Astra shares a guilty look with Grogu as they fall in line behind him. She offers him a small smile. “That was pretty funny, ad’ika,” Astra whispers. “But let’s not push it any further. Yeah?” Grogu coos in understanding. “We can’t inconvenience other people, like that merchant, with our excitement and our jokes.” She frees a hand from Zora to brush his ear. “You know how much your father values honor.”

Grogu babbles his agreement. He lifts one of IG-12’s hands to set it on Astra’s shoulder. Her smile widens at him before she speeds up her steps to fall alongside Din. She walks close enough to his side for it to brush against her own.

“You handled that well,” Astra praises. She makes her voice as soft and sweet as she can manage for him.

Din gives his helmet a small tilt. “A little backup would’ve been nice.” His tone is laced with amusement that brings relief to Astra’s chest.

“I knew you had it under control.” Astra laces her free hand with his own. “He’ll learn, with time, patience, and the lessons you provide.”

Din gives her hand a gentle squeeze. “He’s not as safe in there as he is in the pod.”

Astra offers him her most comforting look. “But he’s going to have to train one day, Din. He has to start somewhere.” She nods. “You trusted him to challenge Ragnar when the rest of us didn’t have faith. He needs you to keep having that faith in him now.”

Din’s visor meets her gaze. A steady breath causes his armored shoulders to rise and fall in time with her own. He lifts his gloved hand from hers to press it against her head and ease it against his arm. “Damn your brilliant mind and your beautiful heart.”

Astra widens her eyes and looks up at him. “That was poetic, riduur.”

“You think so?” Din releases her and returns his hand to her grasp. “Just wait ‘til you hear what I have to say later.”

Astra’s lips start to curl up in a familiar kind of smile. “‘Later?’”

Din nudges her armored shoulder with his own. “Nothing like that, cyar’ika.” He takes Astra’s hand in his own once again. “Unfortunately.” He swings their arms back and forth. “You’ll just have to see.”

Astra, content with that answer, resolves to stay with her side as close to her husband’s as she can manage. They make their way back to the Mandalorian encampment just before nightfall, where the tribe has finished making their feast for everyone to enjoy. Once everyone’s had their share, with the covert—including Din and Astra—eating in the privacy of their tents, they reunite by the fire to listen to Bo-Katan.

“Mandalorians,” she begins. Her voice is enough to draw everyone’s attention, a powerful testimony to the leader she was once and will continue to be. “It is time to retake our homeworld.”

Astra gives Din a proud look, but his visor is set on their surroundings, scanning the masses as if he’s put himself on high alert for any protests or fights. She keeps him close.

“Even though the planet is not cursed,” Bo goes on, “there are still dangers.” Astra reaches for Din’s hand and he accepts it with no hesitation. “Dormant species have been awakened from the bombings. The remaining magnetic interference has made it impossible to scan the surface from above atmosphere.”

Astra grimaces at the memory of her and Zora being trapped in the mines with Din and the cyborg, their fate left in poor Grogu’s hands.

“Which is why I’m proposing that we leave Nevarro and move the fleet into orbit above Mandalore. We send down a small recon party. We’ll scout the surface, find out what remains of the Great Forge, and establish a safe perimeter. Only then, will we bring down the others.”

Bo-Katan pauses, her gaze taking in the sight around her. Astra notices the tension in their ally’s armored shoulders as she prepares to make her next proposal.

“I need volunteers from both tribes.”

Prolonged silence follows Bo-Katan’s words. Din and Astra share a glance and nod. Helping Bo now is the least they can do after what she did for them on Mandalore.

Din and Astra stand from their places upon a cargo crate in unison. “We will go,” Din announces. He doesn’t hesitate as he points at Grogu. “Grogu as well.”

Astra smiles to herself when Grogu stands on his own crate at his father’s words. He puffs his chest out proudly for all the Mandalorians to see. Bo-Katan nods with respect at the three of them while Astra already starts to plan what they’ll do with Zora on this dangerous excursion.

The next person to stand with them is Koska, who Astra remembers from both Trask and Gideon’s cruiser. “I will go.”

Then comes Axe in an action that’s somehow both surprising and predictable to Astra. “I will go.”

Almost immediately after, Paz stands. “I will go.”

More and more start to stand and rise with the group that’s made up of both the Mandalorians who traveled with Bo-Katan before and Din’s tribe. Astra can’t help beaming at the sight, even with the knowledge of the risk that’s to come. Watching Din’s people come together at long last and having the honor of being a part of it is something more special than she could ever try to describe. Seeing Din’s role in it all only strengthens that feeling within her. He’s already grown so much since they first met.

The last to step up is the Armorer, regalness always catching the attention of all who surround her. “I will go as well.”

Bo-Katan lowers her head in the most respectful nod she can manage. The group of volunteers then gathers closer to their leader, who looks upon them all with pride. Astra’s gaze does the very same to Din at her side, who’s still since continued to watch their surroundings with a familiar protectiveness. “We will set out at daylight,” Bo announces to them. “Our fleet will head to Mandalore’s atmosphere, where those who haven’t stepped forward will remain while we scout the surface. For now, I urge all of you to rest in preparation for what’s to come.”

With that, the mass of Mandalorians begins to clear up, each of them heading to their respective tents. Only Bo-Katan, Din, and Astra are left, with Grogu near the closed pod that contains their sleeping daughter. Their ally looks upon them with a small smile of gratitude.

“I can’t properly express how much your loyalty means to me,” Bo says, each word strained with genuine meaning. “Thank you.”

“There’s no need to thank us,” Astra insists. “If it wasn’t for you, we wouldn’t have made it off Mandalore to begin with.”

Bo-Katan looks between Din and Astra. “Your sense of honor won’t be forgotten.” She finds Grogu and lets her smile grow more. “Will both your children be coming with you, or just Grogu?”

“Only Grogu,” Din insists. “If he’s to become an apprentice, he ought to accompany us.” Din’s visor meets Astra’s gaze. “Zora will remain with the caretakers amongst the fleet.”

Bo-Katan nods at Din’s words. “All the more reason for us to keep the fleet close.” She reaches out to shake both Din’s and Astra’s hand. “Get some rest. I’d like the three of you to remain with the Armorer and I within the Gauntlet’s cockpit when we set out tomorrow.”

Astra lowers her head in respect. “We’ll be there.”

The Djarins finally head to their tent for the evening, where they make themselves comfortable for their last night of rest until only the stars know when. Grogu’s more than content to join his sister in the pod for the night as he falls fast asleep beside her. Astra closes it up before she and Din help to remove each other’s armor in a ritual she’s eager to show in a home that will soon be their own. Everything’s done in silence, though Astra can’t decipher if it’s one of tension, determination, or peace. While it’s much like the nights they’ve shared before battles and sieges, it’s also somehow different, with an odd sense of clarity. Their home’s in close reach, and the only unknown is how long it’s going to take to return to it.

Astra prepares to lie down alongside Din, but he stops both of them, instead taking both of Astra’s hands in his own. He sits with his legs folded together as he faces her, sitting close enough for their knees to touch. Without the safety of his visor, Din’s gaze can’t hide anything from Astra, most notably the strong affection and joy he showcases just for her.

“Before we set off on this quest,” Din begins, his voice gentle and low, “there’s something I’ve wanted to ask you.”

Astra already starts to smile. “Of course.”

Din nods, his gaze flickering down to her hands in his grasp. “You know how much you mean to me.” He raises his brow at her. “I hope.” When Astra offers a firm nod, Din takes a quick breath of relief. “You know you’ve made me fall in love with you over and over and over again.”

Astra releases a soft laugh at that. “You do the same to me.”

Din chuckles and squeezes her hands, his face starting to flush. “Well, I…” he hesitates for a moment, his hands shifting in his sudden nerves, “I wouldn’t change anything about the day we were wed. It was perfect.” Astra grins wider at that. “But, once we get our new home, I was hoping you would… you wouldn’t mind…” Din stops himself, closing his eyes and steadying himself with a deep breath. He reopens his eyes and forces himself to speak quickly and firmly. “I want to marry you again.”

Astra now has to fight back any tears of sheer love and joy. “Yeah?”

“Yeah.” Din gives her hands another squeeze. “I want you to have something closer to what you might’ve had on Arilia. You can get a nice dress, if you want. It can be just us and the kids.” He gestures to the bottle of wine that sits in the corner with the rest of their supplies. “We can break that open, too.” Din holds her hands even closer to himself. “What do you think?”

Astra waits until she composes herself to attempt speaking again. “I think that sounds perfect.” She beams as she nods at him. “I would love to marry you again, Din.” She frees her hands from his to hold his face instead. “It’s so sweet that you were still nervous to ask me even after all these years.”

Din shrugs, his face flushing an even deeper red. “I just really wanted you to say yes.”

Astra laughs, urging Din’s forehead to meet her own. She smiles at him as she remembers how it felt the first time they shared this touch just after his first proposal, and now, his brown eyes are even brighter than the glint of torchlight that reflects off her beskar ring. “I love you, Din.”

Din smiles in a way that always captures Astra’s breath. “I love you, too.”

They close the gap between them, sealing this promise with the sweetest action. Din feels like home to Astra, a reminder that this physical home they’re about to gain could’ve waited forever if it had to. Every breath and every touch only brings her closer to him and weaves the veins of their hearts even tighter together, beating to a simultaneous rhythm only they could ever understand. The haze of their affection lasts long after they separate, remaining with Astra as she lies next to him and sets her ear over his heart.

The sound is a comfort, yet also a haunting reminder of what’s already occurred. It breaks through the cloudy haze and forces her to bring her stormy thoughts to the surface.

“Din?” Astra calls for him.

“Yeah?” Din responds, his voice as soft as ever.

Astra tightens the arm she’s since wrapped around him. “You’ll be okay, right?” She closes her eyes with content when his chest moves up and down in a firm breath, recalling the moment where she saw it motionless alongside the Living Waters. “On our journey?”

Din runs his hand over her head. “I’ll do everything I can to make sure of it, ner kar’ta.” He adds a kiss. “You have my word.”

Din’s reassurance is enough to ease Astra to sleep and set her haunting thoughts aside, but still, she’s not naive. This journey won’t be easy, even with all the fellow Mandalorians at their sides. Taking back an entire planet isn’t a simple feat, and surely isn’t for the faint of heart.

All Astra can do is dream of the wedding Din’s promised her in a home they can call their own, should they ever get to see what that future looks like for themselves.

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