@clonewar
The end of the war brought forth new complications for everyone. Its inhabitants struggled to adapt to the new galactic order, and Mahjo was not the exception.
No matter where she went, she couldn't get away from the empire. There were planets where the emperor's forces were less active, less regulated, easier to sway towards turning a blind eye on —ss they'd labeled her— 'an illegally created, runaway experiment'. But never fully avoid them. All it took was one of the 'old fashioned' troopers, ONE clone, for her efforts to remain undetected to go down the drain.
And with reason. She had killed enough clones towards the beginning of the war to have a good sum on her for "annihilation of republic property", and the bounty might have gone away. But the survivors' resentment didn't. Loyalty is everything to the clones and back then, they were quite loyal to each other. Mahjo could understand now better than back then that some cared about their fellow cloned kin. She even envied that bond among the clones of Fett. That said, she wasn't about to let herself be captured or killed out of respect for their bond.
She might acknowledge the fact that she made her bed. But she refused to lie in it.
Trying to keep a low profile and traveling with Hondo Ohnaka didn't always go hand in hand– truth be told, more often than not, or didn't. But Hondo claimed he had a friend on Pabu, someone who could help them lay low for some time without having to ponder the possibility of having to eat Puffy, Hondo's beloved porg.
Mahjo hadn't heard about Phee Genoa until Hondo began trying to convince her of this trip, so she wasn't exactly sure if the woman could be trusted. But she decided to give her the benefit of the doubt, for Hondo's sake.
Even then, a party full of pirates and locals was only fun for a while. Too loud and too bright for her trained, sensitive senses. So, sooner than later, she found her way out and away from the merry group with the excuse that Puffy was getting overwhelmed. Stars bless that wire eating round rat. Pabu had quite a nice view. Open skies, nature, not too much civilization. She could get used to this...
"Hello!"
A little girl. Blond haired and strangely familiar. Though Mahjo —having never met any of the female clones of Fett— couldn't put her finger down on why she looked so familiar. So, she just crossed it off as having seen her inside, and the girl's following words helped convince her of this:
"I'm Omega! I saw you walk out with your pet- what is he?"
"Mahjo," she introduced herself. "And this is Puffy. He's a Purg. He's not my pet, he's more of... a roommate."
The girl chuckled, and Puffy was happy to hop her way to her, always greedy for affection. Mahjo's appreciation of the landscape soon turned into her watching this girl and Puffy playing.