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The cockpit fell silent. Din had ordered you to stay plenty of times. But he’d never asked. His gloved hand lingered against your cheek for a moment. Neither of you moved.
For a moment, the bounty, the Empire, Soren, none of it mattered. Soren cleared his throat and Din slowly lowered his hand, turning to face him.
“I found something.”
The feeling of his hand against your face remained as you watched him turn back toward Soren.
“What?”
Soren glanced down at the imperial data module he grabbed from the facility, then at the datapad in his hand, before pushing both toward Din.
“This was left hidden in the Imperial facility on Kashyyyk.”
Din picked up the worn piece of technology, turning it over in his gloved hand. He studied the marking before looking back at Soren through the dark visor of his helmet.
“You took this from the facility?”
“Yes. It was buried inside the old systems. Most of the records were destroyed, but not all of them.”
Soren looked up toward you.
“There was a reference to your family.”
Your heart started to pound inside your chest, palms sweating as your fingers flexed into fists.
“What kind of reference?”
Din walked over to you, holding out the datapad for you to read the information Soren had pulled up.
“A security file. A list of people connected to the project.”
He paused, looking toward the viewport as strings of light flew by.
“Your father’s name was there.”
Din put a hand on your shoulder as he took a step closer to you.
“And hers?”
Soren looked back at you, his eyes felt piercing.
“That’s the problem.”
Silence filled the cockpit, Din squeezed your shoulder.
“There’s no record of you.”
You pushed past Din, marching toward Soren.
“What?”
“Someone erased you completely. But before the files were deleted, someone left a note.”
Din stepped beside you and handed you the datapad, your hand shook as you grabbed it.
You scanned the file as you searched for the note hidden beneath the damaged imperial records.
PROJECT STATUS:
UNRECOVERABLE
Reconstruction cannot proceed without the original key.
Below the Imperial report, a second message was attached.
The key was never meant to rebuild what was lost.
It was meant to protect what I could not.
When the stars disappear beneath the waves, you will find what remains.
You stared at the words, your fingers tightening around the datapad.
You knew that place.
“Trask.”
Din’s helmet turned toward you.
“You know what it means?”
You swallowed, looking at your reflection in the shiny beskar covering his face.
“My father used to take me there.”
Din looked between you and the datapad.
“Are you sure?”
You looked back down at the message, reading the words again. The feeling in your chest was one you hadn’t felt since before everything had changed. Before the Empire. Before the questions.
“I’m sure.”
You handed the datapad back to Soren. He glanced between the two of you, clearly noticing the weight behind your answer, but thankfully choosing not to ask.
“Then that’s where we go.”
Din stayed silent. His helmet remained fixed on you for a moment longer, studying you in that way he always did. Like he was memorizing every change in your expression, every detail you tried to hide. Then he turned back toward the cockpit.
“Settle in. We’re going to Trask.”
The Razor Crest shifted as the coordinates were entered, dropping from hyperspace for a split second before the stars outside the viewport began to stretch back into strings of light.
You remained standing for a moment, staring beyond the viewport. Your father had left something behind.
And somehow, after everything, you were finally getting close enough to find it.
⊹ ࣪ ˖
Hours had passed since leaving Kashyyyk behind. The stars outside the viewport blurred together as the Razor Crest carried you closer to Trask.
Soren had spent most of the journey going through recovered Imperial files, searching for any clues to help lead you to what your father could’ve been involved in, but eventually even he had run out of energy.
You noticed the silence, looking toward the cockpit you saw Soren asleep. Datapad in hand. Din followed your gaze.
“He should rest.”
You nodded, looking down at your own datapad you were holding.
“There has to be something else.”
Din looked at you, tilting his helmet slightly.
“You’re sure?”
You glanced back at the Imperial files.
“My father wouldn’t have left that message if there wasn’t a reason.”
For a moment Din said nothing, then he stood up grabbing your hand in the process leading you toward the ladder that leads to the cargo hold.
“Come on.”
You followed him down, the two of you carrying the remaining Imperial files.
The cargo hold was quieter than the cockpit, the only sound was the steady hum of the ship around you.
You sat beside Din as the datapad lit up the space between you, searching through everything Soren had uncovered. You scrolled through the damaged files, as your eyes began to feel heavy.
“Most of it’s gone.”
Din looked over your shoulder at the datapad.
“Destroyed?”
You shook your head lightly.
“Deleted. Someone wanted whatever was here erased.”
Din was quiet for a moment, his gaze never leaving the datapad.
“Except the message.”
You studied the screen, as if the answer would come up on its own. Before repeating him.
“Except the message.”
You sighed, exhausted from the journey so far. Din’s helmet turned toward you slightly.
“You should get some sleep.”
You looked over at him as you set down the datapad.
“I’m fine.”
“You’re tired.”
You opened your mouth to argue, but stopped when you realized you didn’t have anything you could say.
Din set his datapad down next to yours before standing, offering you a hand.
“We can look through the files tomorrow.”
You glanced back down at the screen before reluctantly taking his hand and standing up, eyes never leaving his visor.
“We’re close. I know it.”
“I know.”
His voice softened a bit, his grip on your hand never faltered.
“But that doesn’t mean you have to do this alone.”
Before you could respond, you heard a familiar shuffle behind you. You turned to find Grogu at the entrance of the bunk, blinking sleepily.
A small smiled pulled at your mouth.
“Couldn’t sleep?”
Grogu babbled incoherently, walking straight toward the two of you. Din watched as the child reached up for you.
“He always knows when something’s wrong.”
You picked him up, settling him on your hip between you and his father. Din looked between the child and you, his helmet tilting slightly.
“He does.”
Grogu grabbed at the armor shielding Dins chest, ears perking up slightly, content now that he had found his place. For a moment, the three of you sat there together. The questions were still there. The answers were still waiting.
Din bent down, grabbing the files and datapads off the cargo hold floor and putting them into a storage compartment.
“You should get some sleep.”
You looked at Din as he pulled one of the spare blankets from storage.
“What are you doing?”
Din didn’t look up.
“Making a place to sleep?”
You glanced around the cargo hold, then back at him, laughing a bit.
“Where exactly?”
You set Grogu down crossing your arms.
“Here.”
You looked down at the thin blanket he had spread across the floor.
“Din.”
His helmet turned toward you.
“You’re not sleeping on the floor.”
“It’s fine.”
He crossed his arms, mirroring you.
“You always say that.”
A moment passed, the both of you just stared at eachother. Din looked back at the makeshift bed, then toward the small bunk.
“There’s not much room.”
You look down as Grogu who was grabbing onto his fathers armored leg.
“I think we can manage.”
Din didn’t move as you made your way to the bunk. For a moment, you wondered if he was going to argue.
“You’re sure?”
The question was quieter than you expected. You sat on bunk, pulling the blanket to the side, and nodded your head.
“Din.”
You looked at Grogu as he waddled his way into the bunk, reaching for you. You picked him up and brought him onto the bed before looking back at Din.
“We’ve shared worse situations than a small bunk.”
He turned his head away slightly.
“That’s different.”
“How?”
There was a beat of silence, Din kept his gaze on the cargo hold around him. You smiled faintly.
“Youre worried about me being uncomfortable aren’t you?”
Silence.
He didn’t need to answer. Slowly Din grabbed the small blanket from the floor.
“Fine.”
A smile crossed your face.
“Fine?”
“You heard me.”
He stepped into the bunk and you quickly moved over making room, Grogu just stared between the two of you, completely unaware of the tension in the room. Of course he was.
The child had somehow managed to fall asleep through blaster fights, Imperial attacks, and whatever was happening between you and Din. Din removed his chest plate and shoulder armor before crawling into the small space beside you. It was closer than you had ever been before.
You both sat there awake for a second, not saying anything. The Razor Crest hummed around you, continuing the journey to Trask.
Grogu shifted between you, completely comfortable, one small hand curled around Dins flight suit, already asleep. You looked down at him and smiled.
“He’s comfortable.”
Din followed your gaze.
“He usually is.”
You glanced toward him as he turned away. After a moment his voice softened.
“Get some sleep mesh’la.”
You smiled faintly, laying your head down and closing your eyes.
The cockpit came alive around you. Warning lights disappeared one by one as power surged through the Razor Crest. The engines rumbled beneath your feet.
You didn’t wait. Your hands flew across the controls, bringing every system online as fast as the battered ship would allow.
“Din!”
Outside, another volley of blaster fire lit the clearing.
Through the cockpit viewport, you caught a glimpse of him ducking under one of the landing struts before returning fire. Soren had taken cover behind a fallen tree several feet away, forcing the advancing troopers to keep their heads down.
“The ships powered!”
Din looked toward the cockpit only for a heartbeat before firing another shot.
“Start the engines!”
“Already ahead of you.”
Your hands moved across the controls almost on instinct. Battery systems. Fuel pressure. Repulsor startup.
The entire ship shuddered beneath your feet before the engines finally caught with a deep, familiar roar. The hull trembled as the engines fought against the weeks of wear and the damage it had just taken.
Din glanced to the cockpit, hearing the unmistakable sound rumble of the engines. He turned to Soren and gave him a sharp nod.
“Move!”
Soren broke from cover first, sprinting through the trees toward the ship as blaster bolts flew through the air behind him.
Din fired three quick shots, forcing the nearest troopers back.
“Go!”
Soren disappeared up the loading ramp. You abandoned the cockpit, racing down the ladder to the cargohold.
The moment you saw Din cross the threshold you grabbed the emergency ramp controls. Soren dove inside just as another round of blaster shots slammed into the ship. You hit the switch, the loading ramp groaned upward.
A final bolt through the narrowing gap, ricocheting harmlessly across the floor before the door sealed with a heavy clang.
“We’re sealed!”
You made your way toward the cockpit ladder as you spoke, Din already sat the pilot seat. The repulsorlifts whined beneath the hull.
The Razor Crest lurched upward from the clearing, branches bending beneath the force of the engines. Outside the viewport, blaster fire chased you into the sky as the atmosphere thinned. Suddenly there was nothing below you but stars beginning to appear.
Soren exhaled sharply behind you.
“They’ll follow us.”
Din didn’t look away from the controls.
“Let them.”
The ship hummed steadily as hyperspace calculations began to spool in the background.
You stood up, adrenaline still buzzing under your skin, and moved toward the rear of the ship. Grogu. You needed to make sure he was okay.
He was exactly where you had left him, a small hand curled against the fabric of the seat. Asleep. Like none of it had ever happened. Like the galaxy outside didn’t just try to tear itself apart around him.
You stayed there for a moment longer than necessary. Just watching him breathe. Like if you looked away too fast, the last few hours might catch up and hit you all at once.
Behind you, the cockpit stayed quiet. Too quiet. No alarms. No blaster fire.
Just the steady hum of hyperspace pulling you further and further away from everything that just tried to kill you. You finally turned back, looking at Din as his back faced you in the pilots seat. Hands resting on the controls. Not moving.
Soren stood near the back of the cockpit, watching stars stretch past the viewport like threads of light. No one spoke. Not yet.
There was always a moment like this after running. When survival stopped being so urgent and reality started again. You stepped back into the cockpit, Din’s voice broke the silence first.
“Is he okay?”
You nodded.
“Sleeping.”
That was all he needed, he gave a small nod like that confirmed something important. Soren cleared his throat, taking a few small steps toward the two of you.
“They’ll keep looking.”
Din finally leaned back, relaxing a bit in his seat.
“Then they’ll keep wasting time.”
You looked at him. At the way he said it so simply. Like being hunted was just weather, something to move through. Not something that defined you.
And that’s when it hit you. Not the fear. Not the exhaustion. The anger. You stepped closer, stopped right beside him.
“Do you ever stop?”
Din tilted his head, looking up at you from where he was sitting.
“Stop what?”
“Running into situations where you could die.”
Silence. Even Soren went still. Your voice sharpened before you could stop it.
“You keep acting like your life matters less than everyone else’s.”
Din didn’t response immediately. Which somehow made it worse. He finally responded, calm as ever.
“It’s not less important.”
He paused, looking away from you back out the viewport.
“Just replaceable.”
That did it. You shook your head once.
“No.”
Din turned slightly toward you. You didn’t back down.
“You don’t get to decide that.”
Another beat of silence. Soren looked away, like he suddenly regretted having ears.
Din didnt argue. He just watched you. Like he was trying to understand why that mattered so much. Quieter than before, he slowly spoke.
“Why not?”
You opened your mouth. Nothing came out. Because how do you explain that?How do you explain him?
The way he kept putting himself between you and everything else like it was the only place he belonged. Your hands curled slightly at your sides.
“I…”
You stopped, staring at him. The ship hummed around you. Hyperspace stretched endlessly across the viewport.
Soren shifted quietly behind you, but he didn’t interrupt. Din waited. Not pushing. Not filling the silence. Just waiting like he had all the time in the galaxy. Your throat tightened.
“You stayed… everytime you didn’t have to.”
The words came out smaller than you meant them to. Din didnt move. A beat passed. And then another.
Soren looked away, like he suddenly realized he was witnessing something he shouldn’t. Din’s voice came low.
“That’s not a reason.”
You shook your head immediately.
“It is to me.”
Silence again. Not the tense kind like before, something heavier. Something softer.
Din leaned back in the pilots seat, like the weight of it had landed somewhere he didn’t expect. Soren cleared his throat. Tapping away at a datapad he’d borrowed.
“There’s more to this if you two are done.”
Din turned around facing the man.
“What do you mean?”
Soren hesitated briefly.
“Your father didn’t just erase records. He erased you from Imperial systems that shouldn’t have had access to you in the first place.”
A wave of nausea hit you.
“What does that mean?”
Soren’s jaw flexed.
“It means someone important knew you existed.”
Din’s hand shifted slightly on the console, alert.
Soren looked between the both of you.
“And they couldn’t risk that information existing.”
Silence dropped again. Heavier this time. Because now it wasn’t just about survival. It was about why you were ever in danger to begin with.
Din stood slowly from the pilots seat. He turned toward you fully now.His gloved hand came up gently, resting against your cheek.
Carefully, like you might break if he wasn’t.No commands. No distance. Just him.
The air in the room felt suffocating. Every piece of Imperial equipment around you suddenly looked different. Your father had taught you how to repair terminals like these. He’d smiled while he did it.
Had every lesson been another piece of a secret?
Had every story been carefully handpicked?
You turned to Din, who was already watching you.
“What if I don’t like the answers?”
Din watched you for a moment, noticing the way your fingers tightened around the datapad and how your eyes kept drifting around the room. He stepped closer, taking your hand in his gloved one.
“Then we will face them together.”
You looked deep into the dark visor of his beskar helmet for a long moment. You nodded and Din gave your hand a gentle squeeze before letting it go.
You looked over at the stranger who held answers you didn’t know if you wanted to hear. Answers that could change everything.
Soren looked away, and you noticed the way he clenched his jaw.
“Your father never wanted this day to come.”
It felt as if the forest went silent, the only sound you could hear was the beat of your own heart.
“He told me if I was ever forced to tell you…”
He finally looked up, letting out a deep sigh.
“…I had already failed.”
Your head pounded as you stumbled toward an old crate, lowering yourself onto it.
“You think your father lied because he didn’t trust you.”
You looked up at Soren and he shook his head.
“He lied because he loved you.”
Your chest tightened. Soren walked to your side, dusting off the old console to your left. You just watched, not being able to find the words.
Din and Grogu watched from a distance, but every time Soren got closer, so did Din.
“Your father spent months in facilities like this.”
Soren’s fingers rested against a worn Imperial insignia.
“He wasn’t building weapons.”
He looked down at you.His gaze was piercing. Full of regret. A chill ran through your body.
“He was trying to stop one.”
“You’re lying.”
You stood up, facing Soren. Tears threatened to spill down your cheeks. You took an unconscious step backwards, until your shoulder brushed against the cool metal of Din’s armor. You hadn’t realized you’d moved.
Soren looked down at his worn boots, head hung low.
“I wish I could say I was.”
Silence occupied the air around you.
“Your father wasn’t running from the Empire because he’d done something wrong.”
Soren looked in your eyes, as if he was searching for something.
“He was running because he’d done the right thing.”
“Then tell me what he did.”
Grogu reached for you from Din’s arms, his ears dipping. You grabbed the child and he immediately buried his face to your chest, in hopes of comforting you.
Soren’s hand balled into a fist at his side, jaw ticking.
“He found something he was never supposed to.”
You didn’t say anything, you just watched him as he shifted his weight as he walked around the room.
“He found an Imperial research project.”
Din rested a hand on your back before he spoke.
“What kind of project?”
Soren looked toward the abandoned terminals lining the walls.
“One that should’ve died before it ever began.”
He turned around, looking at the three of you.
“Your father knew what the Empire was becoming. He knew they wouldn’t stop. So he disappeared, erased every record he could find, changed names, moved from planet to planet…”
He slowly made his way closer, until he was right in front of you.
“Anything to make sure no one ever found you.”
You shook your head, completely overwhelmed.
“He never told me any of this…”
Tears wet your cheeks.
“He let me believe we were just… moving.”
Din rubbed your back soothingly.
“I thought he was protecting himself.”
Soren crossed his arms. Looking you in the eyes.
“He was never protecting himself. He was protecting you.”
Din moved his arm in front of your body.
“If she was worth hiding…”
He paused looking at you through his helmet.
“…She’s still worth finding.”
Soren nodded slowly.
“Exactly.”
Before anyone spoke again, an old Imperial terminal flickered to life. Soren’s expression changed instantly.
“…No.”
He crossed the room quickly. Din stepped in front of you, moving closer to Soren.
“What’s wrong?”
Soren’s hands flew across the old control board before freezing completely. All of the color drained from his face.
“They’ve found us.”
Before anyone could respond, the unmistakable sound of synchronized boots echoed through the empty hallways of the facility.
Imperial Remnant troops rounded the corner, blasters already raised.
“Move!”
Din caught your hand, pulling you behind a reinforced support beam as blaster bolts sparked against the metal around you. He looked across the corridor, assessing the situation before looking down at you.
“Stay alive.”
He brushed his gloved thumb across your knuckles before stepping away, blaster shots went off immediately.
You didn’t hesitate.
Raising your own blaster, you leaned out from cover and fired. The bolt hit a troopers shoulder, throwing him sideways into the wall. Another immediately took his place. Red bolts lit the corridor.
“They’re spreading out!”
Soren’s voice echoed as he shouted through the facility. Din came back around the corner, being pushed back to cover as another wave of blaster fire hit.
“I see them.”
Chunks of old durasteel rained onto the floor. You risked another glance. Six more helmets appeared down the corridor.
“They’re trying to flank us!”
Soren nodded toward an old maintenance passage.
“That hallway circles behind us.”
Din didn’t hesitate.
“They know the layout.”
“They built it.”
Another bolt ricocheted inches from your head. You ducked instinctively. Din shifted in front of you without even looking. His cape caught another blast that would’ve struck your shoulder.
“Stay behind me.”
You frowned, looking up at him.
“I can shoot.”
“I know.”
He fired again before continuing.
“Still stay behind me.”
The corridor erupted into blaster fire. Soren leaned around the other side of the doorway, dropping one trooper before another forced him back.
“They just keep coming!”
“They’re buying time.”
Din’s voice remained calm.
“For what?”
The troopers footsteps picked up as they got closer. Your stomach dropped.
“The ship.”
Din looked at you. and his decision came instantly.
“Go.”
“What?”
“Get to our ship.”
You took a step back.
“I’m not leaving you.”
Din bent down, his helmet inches from your face.
“That’s an order mesh’la.”
You didn’t move.
“I don’t take orders.”
For just a second, despite the blaster fire, Din almost sounded annoyed.
“I’ve noticed.”
Soren fired another shot.
“I’ll keep them busy.”
Din looked between the two of you before nodding once.
“We move together.”
He threw a small round device around the corner.
A burst of smoke filled the corridor.
“Now!”
Din led the way through the smoke as the four of you sprinted back through the forest, blaster fire chasing you between the trees.
⊹ ࣪ ˖
As the clearing came into view, your pace slowed. The Razor Crest was still standing, but something was wrong. The loading ramp hung halfway open.
One of the exterior access panels had been ripped off, exposing a tangle of wires. Scorch marks streaked across the hull where blaster fire had glanced off the durasteel. Your toolbox was upside down in the mud, sockets and wrenches scattered across the clearing.
Din’s helmet slowly swept the scene. The Razor Crest had carried him throughout the galaxy for years. His shoulders tensed, as he started making his way to the ship.
“They’ve been here.”
Frantically, you ran to the ship. Before Din could open the ramp completely, you were already climbing inside. Your jaw fell open as you looked at the place that had become home.
Cabinets hung open. Storage compartments had been emptied onto the floor. Spare parts were scattered across the ship.
Whoever searched the Razor Crest hadn’t cared what they broke.
“They tore everything apart.”
Din’s boots echoed against the metal floor behind you. He rested a hand on your shoulder.
“They were looking for something.”
You turned and made your way up the ladder to the cockpit. Your eyes scanned the room. Warning lights flashed across the control panel. Smoke drifted from beneath one of the consoles.
You pulled off the access panel without thinking.Burned wiring. Melted connectors.
“…The communications array.”
⊹ ࣪ ˖
“I need more time!”
Din’s voice rang out somewhere beyond the ship. Blaster fire echoed through the clearing.
“You don’t have it!”
Soren shouted over another volley of blaster fire. Several bolts slammed against the Razor Crest’s hull, the ship groaning under the impact.
You swallowed hard, reaching deeper into the exposed wiring. Your hands couldn’t afford to shake. You reconnected the final wire and reached for the ignition switch. Nothing. Your heart sank.
“No.”
Your eyes darted across the control panel for a moment before you saw it.
The primary power relay. The communications array hadn’t just been damaged, the relay had been blown completely.
You stood up, placing your hands on your temples trying to think. You grabbed your toolbox emptying it out.
“Come onnn… Think!”
You ripped a spare power coupler from a storage compartment. It wasn’t the right part. It didn’t need to be. It just needed to work.
“They’re pushing forward!”
Soren shouted from outside.
Din fired another shot before you heard his voice.
“How much longer?”
You didn’t answer. You couldn’t. Your eyes scanned the exposed wiring one more time.
The primary relay was gone, burned out beyond repair. No rerouting through it. No second chance.
Your fingers moved fast tearing open the lower maintenance panel beneath the console.
Emergency bypass line. A thick internal power conduit ran straight from the reactor feed, meant only for manual overrides. You grabbed it and yanked it free.
“Please work…”
Another round of shots rocked the hull. Metal groaned somewhere deeper in the ship.
You didn’t wait.
You shoved the spare power coupler into the bypass port, forcing the connection where it didn’t belong. The console stayed dark.
Blaster fire continued to hit the hull, getting closer as you heard Din and Soren shouting at each other beyond the ship. You slammed the manual override. The system hesitated. Fought it.
The lights on the console flickered weakly. Once. Twice. Green.
A steady hum filled the cockpit as power surged back through the ship. Then the communications panel lit up.
