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Chapter 1.6 – Tomoe, Rav, Llats & Cort in the sergeants’ room (Evening 26)
Tomoe excused herself to follow Isabet to the sergeants training room. She would have to tell them a story, preferably one close to the facts. But upon arrival, Isabet was missing. Rav ambled over with her helmet underneath the arm and explained “Isabet said that Fett sent her to discipline Priest.”
“Ah.” Tomoe closed her mouth again. Yes, that king of the sergeants’ room was missing as well. Jango had not been happy about RCs in the ward, but she didn’t understand what Isabet had to do with that?
“Don’t worry.” Rav chuckled “Some folks have to blow off steam,” Her lips quirked up in a smile. Isabeth was even better occupied than her at the moment. She sat and patted a spot on the sofa beside her.
Tomoe sat down cautiously. “I wonder what people around here think?”
“I cannot tell for a hundred. Knowing about your situation before you left, I made a qualified guess about your reason.” She scanned the room before adding “Others are less understanding but they obey the line of command.” She threw a switch inside her helmet and sat it on the table. “Since Isabet wanted to hear it from you, I’m as interested how you recall the incident. I’m recording for her. How did Fett end up in your place that late … and all?”
“I was getting ready for bed when he just entered with his weapon drawn. I don’t know how he got in. I had locked the door from the inside. So far, he did not tell why and I won’t speculate… but back then, it was me or him when I used my knife in self-defense.”
Llats walked up to them, accompanied by a man in his late thirties who was not wearing armor but a black leather jacket over a washed-out blue pullover. A pristine white dress-shirt with two triangular silver buttons on the turtleneck showed within the blue v-neck of the pullover. His mustache was neatly trimmed, but his dirty blonde hair needed a cut. His gray pants stuck in knee high boots. A girth belt made of deep red strings was slung around his slim hips underneath the holster with a sleek sidearm and two pockets. While Kal looked as unobtrusive as any civilian out of armor, this guy had a conduct like wearing uniform.
“Wait, you are not telling that tale without me listening.” Llats scolded lightly. “Buckets off, I hear ya,” he placed his helmet beside Rav’s and introduced the man he left to stand when he plopped down on the sofa on Tomoe’s other side. “Cort Davin here… he likes to hunt foxes,” he hinted with a reference to the last story she had told him.
Tomoe looked into Davin’s piercing blue eyes. Kal had told her it was considered impolite to avert the eyes among Mandalorians, but this one was really maxing it out.
“I’m interested in your point of view.” Davin specified.
Knowing how Tomoe’s death stare matches could get out of hand, Llats added a side blow “As a former journeyman protector, he prefers the hunt without the kill.” He wrinkled his nose briefly. For the Mandalorian core group of the Cuy val’dar made from military veterans and bounty hunters, that bundle-‘em-up-for-justice-attitude was about as exciting as masturbation compared to intercourse.
Tomoe did not mind. As long as Jango backed her up, there was no need to hide or to lie. Protector …or Enforcer? She would answer questions …to a limit. Information was a hard currency in Tipoca. “Please have a seat,” she invited Davin.
“When he broke into my flat with his blaster drawn, it was me or him and I used my knife in self-defense,” she continued and tried to keep it short. “Afterwards I took his probes, blaster and helmet and went to find Boba.”
“Why?” Rav slowed her progress.
“Because I had taken responsibility beforehand and Boba was orphaned otherwise.”
“You were certain that you killed Fett?” – “Yes.” Davin looked her over, switching his scrutiny at Rav and Llats briefly. He had witnessed the battle circle, the girl was quick with blades, but against a fully armed and armored Mandalorian who had the element of surprise on his side, that wasn’t enough. Her story didn’t add up. “How did you know he was coming?”
“I just… felt it. Bloodlust was coming from him in waves.” What was a normal aspect in Tomoe’s upbringing, was supernatural to Davin. Ward was probably buying her spiritual stories about foxes, but he did not.
“You don’t believe me.” Tomoe stated the obvious.
“I believe in facts and evidence. Supernatural aspects of a story usually mean that part of the truth is missing. Or that somebody is lying.”
“I guess it’s a matter of experience.” Tomoe tried to balance. “I knew, I acted, I survived. That I sit here with you is my evidence.”
“…or you prepared a trap, then lay in wait.” Davin put the alternative on the table flatly.
“His entry, his fault. My room, my privacy.” Tomoe retorted, shrugging at the thought that she already sounded like Fett after he had picked her up from the slave market.
“You said ‘blaster’. A stun-dart was found in the ceiling,” Davin continued to grill her.
“I went for armpit and the blaster first. In the brawl, he must have missed with the dart and couldn’t fire a second this time because I managed to get a leg-lock on that arm.” Davin had still difficulties to imagine this and he was surprised that Rav didn’t seem surprised. The older woman had witnessed Tomoe pulling an armor-defying stunt on one of her RCs before and knew how flexible she was. “He lost the blaster, I lost the leg-lock, he tried to sever my calf with his gauntlet blade which left a superficial cut. I retrieved my knife and knocked him out when he took off the helmet.”
“He took off the helmet in the middle of the fight?! Why?”
“I don’t know for certain. Maybe he could not breathe due to the blood loss coming from his lungs.” Her inward gaze saw Jango’s bloodied face and how he was pleading with her, the endearment he had bestowed on her on his lips. Cin’ciri... “We made a mess. I’m not proud of it.” Tomoe added firmly. Jango had offered her cin’vhetin. She would tell no more. While Davin busied himself mentally with the ‘mess’, Rav and Llats were still pre-occupied with the ‘we’. “I picked Boba from his bed and went to find Skirata to pilot the Slave I to my home planet.”
“Gilamar mentioned that he let you go.” Llats compared notes. Just admitting what they already knew wouldn’t cut it with the historian.
Tomoe would have preferred to keep their family doctor out of the story altogether over making excuses, “He was the first at Fett’s quarter when the alarm went off, but at that time he had no information what was going on. I did not let him see the helmet, weapons or the wound on my calf. He went to find Jango and I went to see Skirata as I had told him. He couldn’t possibly expect Skirata to leave planet with me,” She gave her listeners around the room something to think about “If doctor Gilamar had not made such a quick decision, I’m sure he couldn’t have saved your commanding officer.”
“How did you convince Skirata to accompany you?”
“I reminded him of his promise and threatened him that I would kill us all.” Llats knew first hand that threat wasn’t empty. The little one had nerves, but so did Kal. “At first Skirata didn’t expect the Slave I to unlock at all, but it did because Boba and Jango share the same DNA. Afterwards I convinced him to come in and to fly us out at blaster point.”
“Where were the Nulls?”
“I don’t know. I didn’t see any.” Which could be linked to Ordo’s anger. He was the fierce vanguard of his adopted father. Maybe they had been sent out for reece just when she went to see Kal at his family-quarter-turned-command-centre. “Given the option of staying with Kal or me, Boba decided to keep me company. I promised discretion, returned all of Jango’s property safe his blaster and had Skirata drop me off at a train station.”
“He let you go?”
“Both of us are parents who want to stay alive for their kids. Despite my respect for him, I threatened to blow up the Slave I by remote if we couldn’t reach an agreement. Having written that chapter of the demolition handbook himself, made him understand my position. My home planet’s aerial defense did the rest.”
“You have learned a lot.” Rav stated with a quirk of an eyebrow.
“There are still many things I don’t understand. I acted out of dire necessity.” Tomoe raised her hands. – “It’s alright. What happened then?” – “I took the underground train to move away from the landing area and the fire fight above, sorted my finances, got Boba’s adoption formalities on the way and then left town to go into deep cover for a few days.”
“Boba agreed to being adopted?” Rav asked.
“Yes. He clung to the idea that his father could not have been killed. Always. He stuck with me, at the same time he was sure to be followed and so was I. After witnessing the desolation the Slave I had caused in town with just limited weapon access, I sought solitude and solace in the wilderness until I noticed that there was just nobody on my heels. Nobody came looking for me where Fett had …picked me up the first time.”
“You can live of the land?” Davin inquired - “Within the area I grew up and with some preparation, I can.” Tomoe admitted cautiously.
“You left us with quite a few problems here.” Llats gave her a crooked grin.
“I cannot even begin to imagine what happened in Tipoca, Llats. This morning I have noticed that Mereel was hurt again and worse… could you please fill me in?”
“You already know that Gilamar worked hard to put Fett back together. The Nulls got in the way when Tipoca aerial defense tried to shoot Slave I down with Kal’buir inside. Didn’t make the rest of us happy campers. Vau and I had to find them, extract some crucial information from Ordo with Mereel’s help in order fix a hardware damage in our computer core, then reboot the whole system. Whole batches of unhatched clones depend on the facility running smoothly. Once Tipoca went online again, Skirata came back in with some news. Your butchering-attempt wasn’t taken lightly by the Cuy’val Dar council…”
“Spare her the gruesome proposals of our hot shot colleagues, she’s not Durge.” Rav interrupted the storyteller to take over. Thanks to Davin, their whole talk didn’t go as friendly and private as she had hoped. “You know our baseline of employment here, it’s that nobody gets out and lives to tell. Skirata’s promise was invalid under the circumstances, but then he disclosed that you were pregnant with Mandalor’s child. That lead to the proposal to put you in stasis and return you in a bacta tank, but the council was hesitant to take such a risk immediately. While Fett was disabled, Kal and the Nulls did some reece and gathered quite a file on you. I think Vau poked around in the case as well.”
“I see.” Vau again. It reminded Tomoe of Oji’s letter mentioning an off-world contact on Corellia conveying a request from... Mygeeto? The upper-class-style of the inquiry pointed away from Skirata and the Nulls. Her writing box was missing from her quarter and didn’t show up in the Fett’s so far. She would have to ask Vau for it in an opportune moment. It was curious how he was always stalking around her, like a dark sentinel, often a step ahead of anybody else with effortless grace. What exactly was his interest in her?
Rav had put it nicely, but in between their armored bulk, Llats saw the ‘little one’ sag with an absent look he didn’t quite understand. “Your life was basically saved by two aspects: the fact that you did not kill Fett that night and your pregnancy,” Llats clarified.
“By the way…” Davin harrumphed. “Did you get an abortion upon return to your home planet?”
Tomoe wrinkled her forehead. “No. Why should I?”
“Because Fett raped you, for example.”
“Would it make sense to you to adopt the clone of a man and then abort a child with a 50/50 DNA?! To me it doesn’t.” Tomoe pushed her chin forwards. “I could only guess that the Cuy’val Dar had lost trace because Fett had kept many things private and that Kal was honoring our deal.” Tomoe picked up the thread again “Of course I was weary, but after all, I had kept my discretion and I hadn’t been on the project on my own choice in first place. I had life to live and children to care for. Finally, I decided to face up at the inn where I had been working before and continued my employment as best as I could. Fett found me there five days later.”
‘Inn-keeper?!’ Davin thought by himself. There were so many open ends she had tied up on short notice, all alone, wounded and with a struggling child on her arm. She had been lucky, but her success couldn’t be explained by flukes only. This woman had not only learned a lot, she had been a highly trained warrior even before being… let’s say ‘taken’ to Tipoca by Fett.
“How comes you are back?” Llats drilled down to the most curious point boldly.
“Jango Fett used no violence to re-unite with Boba and brought a go-between with him to convey his request politely. He then helped me to take care of my older obligations. Because of this, I could accompany him back to Tipoca and recognize him as the father of our child.”
“There is no such thing as old obligations for a Cuy’val Dar anyway.” Davin stabbed through the middle of her argumentation.
“I considered those obligations as a matter of honor.” Tomoe pulled up her shields. She hadn’t known the guy beforehand and his cross-question-style was out of place.
Llats poked her, “Honestly, you don’t look …brainwashed to me. What did he do to make it up to you?” He really wanted to know what made her cave in and so did the others.
“Whatever you did to him in that ‘bacta-tank’ he came out different.” Tomoe turned tables. Since Jango had been with her most of the time out of that tank, they had no way to prove or disprove her bold statement. They could not tell which changes had been caused by the injury and which were results of the extraordinariness that had occurred later between them. What counted to her was that Jango made a real difference in her life. “I believe that Jango Fett has truly forgiven me, but what about the crew? Are there still people who want to …kill me?”
“Fett told everybody this morning that you are a colleague. That is as good as any order to stand down. You’d support this discipline by following orders yourself.” Rav wasn’t satisfied with Tomoe’s explanation but knew that she would not say more in a semi-public talk. Tomoe was careful not to spill private information of her relationship with their leader, which was a good thing.
“I’m trying.”
“Depends. I know you feel raw, but show Fett some respect. If you talk back when others listen... he can no longer classify that as private joke with some sort of veriduur, he would have to make you submit - publically.” Rav warned her.
Tomoe thought what Rav had said about Isabet doing ‘disciplining’ during her absence “What? How?” she blurted out.
“Restrict your movement and contacts, most likely.” Rav cut short, “Heal all you can. Training sergeants have strong feelings for their squads.”
“I started to do so already.” Tomoe was quick to reassure, “This afternoon, Jango advised me to carry a side arm. I have some, but I don’t know which one would be best… and I would need to practice. And a holster to keep it safely.” She was so busy, she did not know how to honor all the requests?
Rav stood abruptly without a second look at her colleagues “Then I’ll help you to pick one, Tom’ika,” the girl scrambled to her feet. “If you’d excuse us,” Tomoe bowed to Ward and Davin and filed out beside her savior and first friend in town.
Behind them, Llats sighed at the sudden end of the tale. By his experience with the young lady’s pride and will power, there was a big piece missing in that story. She didn’t appear mind rubbed by Vau, but bacta tanks didn’t change minds like that either. Nothing implied that Fett had changed the slightest. Still puzzled, Llats supported his gauntlets on the armrest and the back of the sofa where Tomoe had been sitting and put his boots on the table beside his helmet. He had recorded every word and would go over it again later. “Satisfied with your investigation so far, journeyman?” despite his relaxed posture, he gave Cort Davin a hard stare.
“Fairly. She doesn’t dare to piss Fett off any longer.” Llats nodded and Cort felt like filling the gap in the story with his own assumption, making a concession between two guys, “Kudos to him. He’s tamed this wild little thing and gentled her into a fine ride.”
‘Tomoe… broken-in like a tauntaun?!’ Llats harrumphed at the lewd idea then stated impartially “As a proud wearer of a saddle girth belt, you’d be the first to recognize.”

“Ahhh, Rav?” Tomoe never knew where her friend was looking underneath that helmet. “We need to do this really quickly. Jango wants to come over to my place for a visit… and last thing I need are misunderstandings.”
“Does that mean that you’re not living with him?” Rav was startled like that idea never crossed her mind.
“Of course not. We are not married.”
“I can help you with your blasters, but with this… Either you accept him or you do not.”
“That’s the other thing I wanted to ask… about Mandalorian marriage customs.”
“Alright.” Rav remained standing in the corridor in front of Tomoe’s room while the girl retrieved a sizable box with apparently heavy contents. She spotted a long-range slug thrower standing in a corner of the room right beside a halberd. Apparently, there was -a lot- more to tell. “Let’s sit down and sift through that stuff at my place …and don’t forget your comlink in case Fett comes looking for you while you are away.”
“Got that, always.” Tomoe scurried to accompany the woman in red armor. Perching on the bench in Rav’s personal quarter, she laid out her weapon’s collection on the table in three lines of four blasters.
That wasn’t just ‘some’ but quite a stash. Rav noticed that Dred’s hold-out blaster wasn’t even among that. Right, Tomoe had reused its energy cell when she noticed that such a hold-out wasn’t more useful to her than her knife. The blasters were all a little outdated but appeared functional. Some were modified, not military grade though. The custom-made enhancements carried a taste of organized crime. “Where did you get all those fire arms from?” Rav inquired, slightly fazed.
“I’m aware that I owe you an explanation.”
Tomoe folded her hands on the edge of the table and looked at Rav over the expanse of her collection. “I have never killed a human being before Jango Fett entered my life. When I thought I had killed him, I ran scared. But when I arrived at what had been my peaceful home before, I made a stand. Each weapon here stands for a man I killed. This one,” she pointed one out in the middle row, “…was taken by Jango technically, enabling me to send its former owner away as messenger. But I lost five more in deep water.”
Rav looked from the weapons back to Tomoe and just listened. For once, there was nobody to interrupt.
“The place I came from ceased being my home,” Tomoe sat back, “not only, but mainly because I have changed. I would not be alive if I did not rise to the challenge. Nevertheless, they would not give me a chance to even try to recover my old self, no chance to provide the child I’m with just a small measure of peace. When Jango arrived once again he didn’t add to the violence but helped me out in many ways. He just …accepted me, when others did not. I value him for this. Highly. – Does that make any sense?”
“It does.”
“What is it with all this violence, I wonder? Will I be accepted? What is it with Isabet and Dred? How much violence do I have to expect in a relationship with a Mandalorian man, the Mandalore even?”
The girl was genuinely confused. Rav sat down at the table to regard Tomoe’s collection piece by piece and study it. “You started a weapons collection like any good girl around here. All of us accept violence as a part of our life. It’s a necessity in our job. But some, like Isabet and Dred enjoy it more than others. They like to play rough. Fett in particular? He always put business first, so much that he wasn’t even considered to be part of this game. Remember he took over leadership after his father’s death when he was just fourteen years old, before reaching adulthood even by Mandalorian standards. Otherwise, I have come to know him as a very distant, reserved and dangerous man. Accept him or not, but don’t try to fool him.
In your relationship, there will be nothing but what the two of you bring into it. From the Mandalorian point of view, marriage is a private matter. Nobody else will interfere. The couple takes a vow among each other: Mhi solus tome, meaning ‘We are one when together’ - mhi solus dar'tome, ‘we are one when parted’ - mhi me'dinui an, ‘we will share all’ - mhi ba'juri verde ‘we will raise warriors’ It’s a five minute’s affair, but all of this is quite literal and honest and not to be taken lightly.”
Tomoe nodded. This was very much like Fett’s style. “He didn’t ask me so far, therefore I hope it’s alright that I stay in my own place for the time being.”
“You could ask him as well, once you feel it. There is gender equality among Mando’ade.”
“Alright. I guess that both of us have some recce to do beforehand.” Tomoe smiled. - “There, you did it again.” – “What?” – “Using violent language in your relationship.” Rav scolded with a smile that told her more than anything she would be alright.
Rav changed the topic: “I would pick those three blasters to try them in the shooting range tomorrow.” Rav pointed out models that looked well preserved, easy to handle with good precision, taking the ammo supply into account. “No need to cart around the whole box of goodies.”
“Thank you.” Tomoe packed it in and bid Rav good night. Rav saw her to the door and shook her head when it slid shut behind her. The girl was in such a hurry, she hadn’t even asked for a shower.
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Offshore Job

Chapter 1.6 – Tomoe, Rav, Llats & Cort in the sergeants’ room (Evening 26)