It wasn't often Yain did business in this side of town. Not that she had anything against the homegrown mandos, but it was easy to see how quick some were to press the colorful "outsider" slur around when it suited needs.
Mandalorians. They weren't all a pretty, homely bunch ready to hold hands and sing kumbaya by the campfire with any armored up warrior who decides to land on the planet. And that side of town... The only place "open" to international trade, and also the most dangerous.
That's just how it was, and she should've vacated the damn area while the sun was still in the sky. Now she's cold, she's alone, and a kilometer from civilization, but five minutes if she could just find her speeder... there it is.
Freezing my shebs off. Last time I--shab!
She hit the snow, cursed the sky, and thanked the Manda for her armor. And when she turned to look behind her, her heart jumped in her chest.
A body--?
"'Ey--!" She hissed, pushing up out of the snow, and crawled over to dig... double shab. Where's his shirt? His armor? He's already blue.
Nowhere near safety. What if he deserved to be out there? What if he's dangerous?
Hell, everyone on this damn planet is kriffing dangerous. She couldn't just leave him. She wouldn't.
Damn it. Demala's makin' you soft.
Deployed emergency blanket from her kit. Maneuvered him over her shoulder. Three... Two... One... lift.
"Son of a Sith harpy how're y'so flippin' heavy."
She loaded him onto her speeder, and jammed the engines to haul jets back to her tapcaf.
