Here they are finally! After doing practicing some more and doing a couple face studies of Tem, I can now proudly post all my clone oc's - everyone please welcome cub squad!
I'll be putting up individual posts with bios for all of them in the coming days heh, I'm real happy with how they turned out :D
Well Din just learned a whole lot more than he expected and he’s about to learn even more. Do you think he’ll be willing to open up more to Amara about his past?
Italics - Flashback
Warning: Grief, angst, fluff, relieving past trauma, kissing, I think that’s it, if I miss any warnings please let me know.
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CHAPTER 22: THE RIDUUR
Amara felt her head pounding against her skull, her knees and hands were aching. Her eyes fluttered open, taking in her surroundings, she was in her bed, still wearing her armour except for boots and greaves. How did she get here? Din’s voice came flooding back into her reality, “I may be longer than expected,” she shifted on her mattress, did he really try to say goodbye? “I just wanted to tell you cyar’ika, I can’t wait to make you breakfast again, and this time it’ll be a lot better.” Maybe not at first; but he did, he did say goodbye, “Good bye, Amara Vel, light it up.”
She needed to talk to Din, to make sure he was okay, that he wasn’t injured. She sat on her bed all thoughts of pain vanished from her mind in a moment, when a glimmer caught the corner of her eye, Amara turned her head, there sitting on her table was her helmet. It wasn’t a dream, she had revealed the truth to Din, images flashed through her mind, strapping on the armour, placing the helmet on her head, looking through the scope of her DC-17m rifle, blaster shots being deflected, her shaking hands wiping her swords on the fabric of a dead man, seeing Din stand in the doorway, hearing his voice inside her head. The yelling, the anger, then his voice once again, “I forgive you, Amara. You did your best, and that’s all you can do … it wasn’t your fault, riduur.” He did that for her. He took care of her, told her what she needed to ease her turmoil. If she wasn’t in love with this man before, she certainly was a lot closer now. Unfortunately, the armour was the tip of the iceberg of the truths she needed to reveal to him.
Her hand moved out of its own accord, shaking as it reached for her helmet. It had felt right, wearing her armour, wearing what had been given to her by Ca’tra two years ago. She could still remember the day Ca’tra presented her with the armour, the smirk on his lips, the way his hand caressed her cheek … Amara shook her head out of her memory, now was not the time to lose her head, now was the time to focus.
Din hadn’t moved from his seat in the cockpit, he still couldn’t believe Amara was married, had been married. Why hadn’t she just told him the truth? Was she Mandalorian? Had she taken the Resol’nare? Why didn’t she just tell him? Did she not trust him? Was he making a fool of himself thinking there was more to what was happening between them? Then again, he wasn’t exactly offering up his own information, who was he to judge anyone. Not to mention, if her breakdown was any indication, she clearly felt responsible for her riduur’s death, explaining why she didn’t want to discuss it before. What happened to him? What happened that she felt responsible?
Ca’tra. That was a name he hadn’t heard in a long time, what were the chances she’d been married to the same Mandalorian he’d known? The same Mandalorian he had grown up with at the covert? It couldn’t be the man he had known. After all, the man was determined never to settle down, never to take on the responsibilities of being the head of a clan. It couldn’t have been the man he knew. Din shifted his seat to look at the spot where he held Ara, where she had confused him for Ca’tra, where he had called her riduur. His hand could still feel the warmth and softness of her skin. He could still feel her clutching on to his arm for dear life. He could still feel her hair tickling his chin. Maybe he was fooling himself into believing there was more happening between him and Ara, after all he kept trying to convince himself that he had provided all that comfort simply to alleviate her own suffering, to give her the peace she needed. That’s what friends … best friends did right? Be there for one another, support one another. Who was he kidding, he couldn’t deny the warmth that flooded through his heart when he had called her his spouse, nor could he deny the hope that bloomed in his heart the moment the word fell from his lips or the truth that started to show itself since that night at the orphanage, he wanted to be by her side for as long as he drew breath. To be the arms she always found comfort and safety in; but then there was the issue of Ca’tra and Boba.
Din was pulled from his musings, when he heard the cockpit door open, Ara walked in wearing her flight suit and a blanket wrapped around her, she looked better compared to how she looked only a few hours before. It was nice to see her in her flight suit, she looked refreshed probably from the several hours of sleep and the shower she took if her shampoo wafting over to him was any indication, but Din had to admit, she looked amazing in her armour.
“There’s caf if you want some, it’s not as strong as I previously made it. I can make you some breakfast if you wish”
Amara smirked at the idea of him burning the food again, she simply shook her head ‘no’ as she headed to the co-pilot seat, she wanted to talk … no, they needed to talk, and she owed him not to delay the conversation. She took her seat, pulling her legs in as she wrapped herself in her blanket. She kept her focus on the hyperspace window they were travelling, she glanced over to the readout, ‘Papsr.’ She bit her bottom lip, she hadn’t realized her distraught emotional state had pushed her to the point where she sent them to the one place she hadn’t been wanting to go unless it was absolutely necessary.
Din could see she was still struggling after everything that had transpired, it was only fair that he didn’t make her start the conversation that they clearly needed to have. Not to mention, he needed to apologize for his outburst and how quick he was - - yet again - - ready to think the worse of her.
He took in a shuddering breath, hoping he didn’t cause her more pain that she had already been in, “I‘m sorry, about earlier” Din started.
“Exactly what are you sorry for, Din? Sorry for saying goodbye? For yelling? Or are you sorry for the turmoil of my own mind, that you clearly had to witness?” Amara wasn't trying to be rude or cruel. She really wasn't but he wasn't going to brush the goodbye under the rug so to speak either, and … she felt ashamed she had lost control of herself, she was a warrior, the daughter of Boba Fett, the niece of Gregor, Wolffe and Rex, a rebel, a mother, a survivor and she lost her mind all because he said goodbye.
"For all of it" Din wanted to turn his head to look at her, to know how she reacted to his apology, to know if it was enough? “I’m sorry for everything, I should never have yelled at you, I should’ve given you an opportunity to explain yourself. After everything we’ve been through, you deserve that at least. I didn’t mean to say goodbye either, I simply wanted …” Din let out a sigh, “I don’t know … truthfully, I just wanted to hear your voice; remind myself I had someone worth fighting for; someone I very much wanted to see again.” Din took a chance and tilted his helmet to look at her, Ara’s eyes were glistening as she listened to his apology, maybe this was a good sign, “I am sorry for causing you so much pain, to make you relive the, as you described it, ’turmoil of your mind.’ I had no idea it would have caused you so much pain to hear me say goodbye Ara, it was never my intention to trigger your pain.”
Amara nodded, "I know” she took in a deep breath focusing on her hands that fidgeted with her blanket, “Truthfully, I had no idea your words were going to trigger me, like they did; I guess you’re not the only one who has someone worth fighting for - - well two people worth fighting for” Amara shifted her head slightly to look over at Din, his visor was locked on to her eyes, she knew he was watching her, and she knew her eyes were locked on to his, somehow she always knew, “two people who live in my heart, who I very much wanted to see again. I'm sorry, too. I should've told you the truth, told you about my riduur, told you about the armour, kriff …” Amara rubbed her face, “I should’ve told you a lot more, a lot sooner.”
He wanted to reach out, to hold her hand, but she was still wrapped up in her blanket a clear indication of wanting to keep her distance, “You never have to tell me anything you don't want to, after all it's not like I'm exactly offering up information freely.”
"I still feel you should've known about my armour, at the very least”
“It is not my place to demand knowledge that does not belong to me to ask”
“Din, you’re a good man” Amara couldn’t help the smirk, “a very good man.” A smile graced her lips as she adjusted herself to look in his visor fully, "I think you and my riduur would've gotten along really well. Probably end up friends - good friends, more than likely” Amara tilted her head at Din, observing him for a second, “You remind me of him a little."
"I see" Din swallowed the lump forming as he readjusted himself in his chair. He guessed it was too much to hope she would have liked him for him; not because he reminded her of her dead husband. Din wanted to laugh a little at the ridiculousness that was his life, what was it with him and widows and father-less children?
"That's not …" Ara rubbed the back of her neck, the realisation of what she implied was clearly seen on her face, Din saw her face twist in the reflection of the viewport, “My feelings for you have nothing to do with Ca’tra. There are just certain ideals that you have that are similar to him. But you are not interchangeable in my mind, Din. You are as different as the earth and the sky” Amara smirked at her own joke, after all Ca’tra meant sky in Mando’a and if you rearranged Djarin it spelled jardin, meaning garden in the language of her best friend.
"Such as?"
Amara rested her head against the headrest, as she shifted her body in the direction of Din’s chair, a smile graced her lips as she admired the Mandalorian beside her, there was something so beautiful about Mandalorian armour, it stripped away all the missteps your eyes could deceive you with and left the truth of the person underneath for all to see. "Your sense of honour and courage. Your ability to always make me feel safe around you."
Din smiled under his helmet, turning to face her again, "I make you feel safe?"
"You do. Adi feels the same way. We both feel safe with you not just physically but emotionally and mentally as well. Ca’tra made us feel safe too, but … you understand us - - me, in a way I don't think he ever did. You never push me to explain more than I should or feel comfortable with; you understand why I’m guarded … you …” Amara shrugged there was no better way to explain it, “you make me feel safe.”
There was something so comforting, so loving about the way Ara’s lips expanded as she gave Din the smile that he knew was only for him, he’d bet that even Ca’tra hadn’t received that smile, it’s pure and genuine joy, “How long were you married for?"
She could feel her chest tightening, she hoped wrapping the blanket tighter around her frame would ease the feeling. How was she going to explain this? “Um …” Amara cleared her throat, “less than five minutes" Din didn't know what to say, he was thankful for his helmet, she didn’t need to see the shocked expression the donned his face or the sheer lack of understanding as to how such a thing was possible. "You're wondering how that’s possible, right?” Din simply nodded. Amara took a moment, she only had to recount what happened in detail to three people before, the Armourer, Babeh and Fennec. As she began to recount that day, she could feel her tears welling up, when she got to the part of having to face only the five remaining thugs, her bottom lip began to quiver, and when she had to tell him about the detonator and the realization that sunk in when they only had five minutes left together, the tears were free flowing along with the snot from her nose that kept wanting to escape, recounting Ca’tra’s last day had been the hardest aspect in her life. When she told Din, Ca’tra’s desire to call her riduur at least once before his death, she wanted so badly to move from her seat and curl herself in Din’s arms, but she couldn’t … she couldn’t move.
Din’s hands clenched as Ara told him about that fateful, his hand was beginning to ache from the anger that flowed through him. He was glad Dario was dead, or he’d have to find a way to make his suffering last incredibly long and arduous. He began to understand why telling her goodbye, telling her he wanted to do more with her and Adi, had triggered her. In truth, anyone who had experienced what she did would have been trigged. Knowing what she went through, what she had seen or heard, he wished he could wipe out that memory. He wished his arms could wipe out every bitter memory she had, he wanted so badly to pick her up and cradle her in his arms, "Is that why Boba and Fennec are so protective of you?"
Amara waggled her head from side to side, "Somewhat. Boba probably would be even more protective if he knew we had actually exchanged vows."
"You didn't tell him?"
Amara wiped the remaining tears, shifting her eyes down, her voice became softer too, “I never told anyone. You’re the first person I ever told about the vows"
"I am?" Ara simply nodded, his breath hitched in his throat, "Why … I mean I'm honoured that you chose to tell me but why?"
Amara bit her bottom lip, "It didn’t feel right. Not the marrying him part, the way we got married. I didn’t deserve to call him riduur or to let people know he was my riduur. I believed for the longest time I had failed him, that it was all my fault, but I know now that’s not the case. Plus, I'm hoping you'll understand how much I trust you …” she shifted her eyes to look into Din’s visor, “… and how much I care for you” she looked away from his visor as quickly as she had looked into them, she couldn't bear to look at him knowing that he might not feel as deeply as she did, she was taking a chance. Maybe it was unfair to tell him that, but she couldn’t help it. She wanted him to know the truth of what she had been feeling since that night at the orphanage, what she had been feeling for him for longer than she cared to admit.
Din was about to express how he felt for her too when the ship beeped informing them they had arrived at their destination, before long they were out of hyperspace and orbiting a tiny moon. From what Din could see the moon was beautiful, full of valleys, rivers, and lush gardens, in all his travels he’d never heard of this place, but then again unless there was a quarry on a particular planet or moon, there was no reason for him to stop and spend time elsewhere.
"What is this place?"
"Ca’tra and I used to call it Papsr, its real name …" Amara shrugged, "I haven’t the faintest idea; we stumbled across only by accident. We were escaping a remnant Imperial pursuit, when - and for the record I still maintain - Ca’tra entered the wrong coordinates. We were trying to get to Yavin 4 to make a delivery, when we ended up here. We made sure to save the coordinates to come back after our job. When we did make it back, we brought Adi with us, we took our time to figure out who lived on the moon, or if there was any sort of claim, but there hadn’t been. I’m pretty sure it doesn't have one. It's so small, I don't think anyone knows about it; so we laid claim to it, and called it Papsr”
“It's beautiful” Din admired the surroundings as he came in closer to the coordinates that had been programmed into the navi-computer.
“It became like a hidden base for us, a second home. We’ve set up several beacons all over the planet to keep an eye out in case someone did discover it, like the remnant Empire or pirates or something, but there’s nothing down there, except for the animals that live here. It's peaceful." Amara thought back to the last time they had made it out here, it was the day he proposed and admitted he wanted to adopt Adi.
“Ca’tra?” Amara shifted out of her bunk looking for the man who was always full of surprises. Amara stepped down the ramp when she heard Adi’s snickering coming from around the corner of the ship, “Adi?”
She couldn’t hide the smile that appeared on her lips, when she heard him laughing again, he tried to be quiet, but he really wasn’t “Hmmm… I guess Adi is gone. Maybe he was taken by one of those wolves that live here on the moon. Maybe he decided to live in the wild, completely free. If that’s the case, goodbye Adi. I hope you remember to wash your hands after you use the refresher.”
“I always wash my hands!” Came his annoyed voice from behind one of the landing gears, Amara kneeled down to see his big green loth-wolffe eyes smiling up at her.
“Well what are you doing there silly?”
“I was trying to scare you”
“Well that clearly worked” Amara’s smile grew as she held out her hand for Adi to come out from his hiding spot, “Tell me, where is your annoying, incredibly handsome …”
“Someone calling my name?” Ca’tra’s voice echoed over to her, his teasing voice flowed over, his helmet was in his hand, his blue eyes piercing into hers, “Look who’s finally awake” Ca’tra walked over leaving a kiss on her cheek.
“Look who finally decided to brush his teeth” she teased back.
“You know I had this whole surprise for you, this amazing gift too, but if that’s how you’re going to be then adi’ka” Ca’tra placed the helmet on Adi’s head, as he pulled him into his side, wrapping an arm around his shoulders, “will enjoy the fruits of my labour.”
“Fine, your breath hardly smells … except for when you eat Ronto meat”
Ca’tra killed himself laughing, how had he found someone who captured his heart so completely, there was only one other person who had ever made him feel close to what he felt with Amara, but he realized now that had been felt out of jealousy. What he felt with her was the real thing, he was absolutely in love with Amara and he couldn’t wait for her to meet the rest of his family.
“Come on, cyar’ika, there’s something I want to show both you and adi’ka” Ca’tra wrapped his free arm around Amara drawing her in closer as he placed a kiss on her temple, they walked in quiet anticipation as they headed into their base - on the table was a complete set of armour, it was similar to his own, with one notable difference, it was designed for a woman.
“What’s this?” Amara asked motioning with her hand to the armour laid out on the table, there was also two tiny boxes that sat beside the armour.
“Well, I …” Ca’tra chuckled as he stood beside the table in front of Amara and Adi, he took in a deep breath, looking at Adi who had his helmet perched on the top of his tiny head, clearly way too big for the kid now, but maybe … one day … Ca’tra cleared his throat focusing back on the now, turning his attention to Amara, “I was talking to Boba, the other day - and we were discussing what we wanted out of our future, when everything was made clear to what I truly longed for. Amara love, you know my past is a rocky one, and there are certain aspects of my past that I am not quite ready to talk about; I thank you for always being so understanding, especially when at times I may be less than. Amara and Adi … ohh, this is harder than I imagined” Ca’tra reached over to grab the two boxes, he kneeled before Amara and Adi, he held each of their hands in his own, “Amara, you are amazing, wonderful, loving, there is no end to how much your heart loves, how you fight for what is right, how you look after not just your family, but any you deem need your help. You have suffered and struggled, and it has made you stronger, braver, fierce, and absolutely powerful. I love you, Amara.” Ca’tra shifted to look at Adi, “Adi, your curiosity, your willingness to learn, your respect and love for your Ama, is beyond a doubt, the most amazing thing I have ever seen. You are an amazing kid, and I am beyond grateful to have the privilege to call you my adi’ka” Ca’tra looked between the two of them, “Amara and Adi, I love you both, I would lay my life down for the both of you, if it meant I could show you both even an ounce of the amount of love I hold in my heart for you two. Amara will you be wife, and Adi, would you be my son?”
Amara was speechless, that’s not what she expected, not by a long shot, she glanced down to Adi, who had the biggest smile on his face, as he nodded yes. Amara matched his smile easily, turning her attention to Ca’tra who stayed kneeling before the two of them, she nodded along with Adi, as tears flowed down her cheeks.
“Yes? Is that a yes?”
“Yes, I’ll be your wife”
“I’ll be your son”
Ca’tra grabbed the two and hugged them as tightly as possible, he had described them as best he could to the armourer when he went back to ask for the armour to be made for Amara, he was sure, she would have denied him his request, told him not to bring them around. Instead, she was happy for him, and only said she’d keep her judgment in reserve until Amara had a chance to prove herself to the covert.
He opened the boxes presenting each of them with a mythosaur necklace, “The armour is for you, my love, when you are ready to take your place by my side as my wife” Ca’tra held her cheek, “if you’d rather not wear it I’ll understand, this isn’t me forcing …”
“Ca’tra” Amara chuckled, “I would be honoured”
“You would?”
Amara nodded, pulling him into a kiss, “Ugh!” Adi’s voice called out, “That’s so gross!” Ca’tra and Amara turned to look at their eleven year old who was not impressed by this display of affection.
“You know, adi’ka, one of these days, it won’t bother you so much”
“Yeah, but that day isn’t today. Is it?”
Amara let out a silent chuckle remembering Adi’s face all scrunched up at seeing her and Ca’tra kiss, it had been adorable. Her focused was pulled back to the present when she felt the ship shift. She looked over to Din, he had brought the ship to what at one time had looked like a landing zone, although now it was slightly overrun but clear enough that it still maintained a semblance of a designated location.
"There's a cave nearby that has some supplies. We don't have to be here for long. I don't even remember putting in the coordinates” Amara offered, after all Din probably was anxious to get Xi’an back to Boba to get his pay.
“In fairness,” Din began as the landing gears touched down, “you were really upset, when you had taken control of the cockpit, and I was busy putting away Xi’an. If you would you prefer, we can leave? Or we can stay? Either way, I’m comfortable with whatever you decided, and if you would like I’ll forget we ever came here.”
Amara’s heart swelled, she couldn’t help the adoration that filled her eyes for this man, “You would do that?” She watched as Din stood from his seat, he walked closer to her chair turning it, so she could face him directly as he kneeled in front of her.
“For you, cyar’ika? I’d handle anything” Din reached his hand up cupping her cheek, “All you have to do mesh’la, is tell me what you want to do?”
“I want you to know all about my life, Din” Amara reached up holding the hand that was cupping her cheek, she leaned into his hand, “and I want to start today, this moment to let you in.”
Din felt his heart swell, if it wasn’t for his beskar, his heart would have jumped out of his chest, he couldn’t stop the smile that spread across his face, “I can’t wait to know all about you, Amara”
“Oyar’e”
“What?”
“My name, it’s Oyar’e”
“Oyar’e Vel” Din nodded, his thumb stroking her cheek, “I’m honoured to know you Oyar’e”
- - - - - - - - - - - -
“This is an interesting base” Din looked around the carved-out rock base, there were three rooms, a common room, a kitchenette, and a weapons room, the entrance was only able to be opened by Ara’s or Adi’s gauntlet she explained, the door was a creation of Ca’tra’s, it was an extension of the rock wall.
“It was Ca’tra’s idea to make it long lasting and completely hidden, he got the idea from an Imperial base he heard of called Daro, apparently the entire mountain had been carved out.”
“It’s a brilliant idea”
“Not that this was the initial intention of being here, but now that we are here, there is something I want your opinion on”
“Really?” Amara nodded as Din’s hand rested on her bicep, “I’ll do my best to answer anything I can, but are you sure you want my opinion?” Amara smiled as she took Din’s hand in hers and led him to a weapon’s locker, hoping the gesture alone would give him the answer she was dying to give him. Amara opened the cache, there shining like a beacon was Ca’tra’s armour, painted, polished, mended, and ready to be used. It had taken her a long time and a lot of tears to get it to this point.
“Ca’tra said he wanted Adi to have his armour when he was of age, well he’s turning 16 soon and there’s a ceremony that marks his first steps as a man in this universe. In Kiffar society, when you are old enough you receive your marks” Amara trailed her fingers over her tattoos, “would it be appropriate to give him the armour at that time or when he takes the Resol’nare? I don’t know much about Mandalorian customs, and I don’t want to offend anyone.”
“Ca’tra adopted Adi before the …?”
“In … spirit, I guess. He didn’t have the opportunity to say the vows”
“Can I ask a question?” Din shifted to look at Ara.
“Of course”
“Why did you two wait to get married?”
Amara shifted, closing the doors to the armour, “We were supposed to get married two days after he …” she cleared her throat, “after the incident. Originally, we were planning on exchanging our vows three months after I had met his covert, but then something happened, that caused the covert to relocate - well actually, they had to escape from their hiding place, the remnant Empire had learned of their location, and tried to wipe them out. Between caring for their wounded, and looking for a suitable place to keep them safe, time flew by and before we knew it two years had gone by, which is when my father …” Amara bit her bottom lip, she didn’t mean to mention Babeh.
“Your father?”
“I … I’m not ready to talk about that yet; I’m sorry. It’s … I’m sorry”
Din rested his hand on her lower back pulling her into his side, “I understand, cyar’ika. I really do.” Din filed it away in his mind another mention of her father who was suppose to be dead, “What was Ca’tra’s full name?”
“Ca’tra Gaan”
Din inhaled sharply, how was that possible? Of all the people in the universe, of all the Mandalorians left in the galaxy, it had to be him, the one who refused to speak to him, that allowed a rift to develop between the two especially after Din’s world came crumpling down.
“Din?” Ara rested her hand on his forearm. No wonder, he reminded her of Ca’tra, after all he was his best friend growing up in the covert, they trained together, fought side-by-side, learned to know what it meant to be part of a clan together. He had been the closest thing to a brother he could ever imagine, and now his brother was gone from the universe and he never got a chance to make amends. In some way, he always hoped Ca’tra was out there keeping an eye out on him, on the covert, that one day they would be able to meet and patch the rift that had been caused by their stubbornness. Din felt his knees begin to wobble, his strength began to falter.
“I knew him” Din’s voice was barely above a whisper, Ara didn’t hesitate, she took his hand bringing him over to a bench, “we …” Din cleared his throat. Ara didn’t need someone who couldn't keep himself together, she needed someone who wouldn’t fall apart just as she was getting herself back together. She deserved someone who was stronger than him.
“Din, don’t hold back, let it out. You were there for me when I couldn’t keep it together, let me be there for you. I’ll always be here for you ner bare, to hold you when your strength fails you, to help you up when you fall down. I’m not going to run away simply because you’re human.” Amara lifted her hand cupping his helmeted cheek. She didn’t need a man who was as hard as Beskar, she needed a man who could be himself around her, and knew she would be there to help him, always.
His hand rested on her knee, he’d never met anyone who was so willing to have the man beneath the armour like Ara. Din took a moment as he watched Ara hold the hand that rested on her knee, her hand that cupped his cheek drew him closer till she rested her forehead against his, “You’re always there for me, cyar’ika.”
“Then know I’m not going anywhere, I’m right here.”
He nodded against her forehead, “Remember … when we first met - - I mentioned that I had lost my covert”
“Yeah, to save Grogu”
“He … he was part of my covert. He was the closest thing I had to a brother”
Amara pulled back to look at Din, Ca’tra had never mentioned to her about Din. Why didn’t he?
“He probably didn’t talk about me, did he?”
She wanted to tell him differently, she wanted to tell him that wasn’t the case, that he had talked about him, talked about him all the time, but lying wasn’t going to help make this any better. Amara shifted her gaze away from Din, keeping her hands resting on him, “No. I’m sorry”
“Not your fault, it was my own doing, I drove the rift between us” Din began to move his hand away when Ara shifted her hand intertwining their fingers bringing their hands to rest against her chest.
“What happened? If you don’t …”
“I lost my riduur” Now it was Amara’s turn to be shocked, to be thrown for a loop. Din had been married?
The main pilot! He's a fancy flier and knows far too many non OSHA compliant manouvers. Crashes the ship a lot in early days when he's still new to piloting, but always lands just intact enough for the ship to be repairable (though it incites much grumbling from Flare who has to spend hours fixing it).
Ca'tra (night sky in Mando'a) CT-7644 [he/him]
The Co-pilot. He has a fascination with star charts and systems! He's also in charge of navigation, both in space and pathfinding planetside. Ca'tra knows less manouvers than his brother and can't fly through tricky situations like asteroid fields or battles with as much ease, but is still a talented pilot. Often nonverbal, so he uses sign language to communicate with his brothers.
They are the closest out of all the cubs and chose matching names to go with their consecutive numbers. Kebii'tra understands his brother's sign language the best (as he spends most time with him), so he translates for Wren and Chipper when they first get to know the squad, as well as for any people they meet on their missions. The other clones have known Ca'tra since they were batchmates and later on cadets together too, so they understand him just fine.
