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Quarry - Chapter 22

Pairing: Din Djarin (The Mandalorian) x f!reader

Summary: Din Djarin is on what he expects to be his last bounty hunt for Greef Karga. After all, Nevarro is swiftly moving away from its previous reputation as a Guild member’s paradise, and Din has more important concerns now, like finding a Jedi to train his mysterious foundling. However, after capturing a wanted starship engineer who would rather go anywhere other than “home,” the Mandalorian is forced to reassess his priorities.

Your taste of freedom had been brief but glorious. Now you are a prisoner of the most infamous bounty hunter in the Outer Rim – it’s only a matter of time before he turns you in. There isn’t much you would not do to keep from being sent home, but as you find yourself growing closer to your captor and his strange little companion, you start to wonder whether escape is really what you want.

Set after Chapter 13: The Jedi but before Chapter 14: The Tragedy.

Chapter Tags & Warnings: 18+ MDNI! Reader is Mando's live-in starship engineer, second-person, no use of Y/N, minimal descriptors of reader character, light angst, canon-typical violence and peril, lots and lots of mostly made-up Star Wars technobabble

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Note: This chapter features events from season 2 episode "Chapter 16: The Rescue." You will notice borrowed dialogue and synced plot points.

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Of the seven-person team that Din had assembled to rescue Grogu, you were the only one who had never had the experience of waking for the day only to immediately begin preparing for battle. However, as a pale sunrise bloomed over the horizon of this nowhere planet where you had found Bo-Katan, as the inhabitants of the Firespray all began to roll out of their bunks, you could feel the shift in energy like a tangible thing. The comfort and the softness of sleep, the comradery of your friendships, even the tender intimacy of your shared quarters with Din all dissolved as the ship’s lights flickered on and instead were replaced with an intensity of focus you had never encountered.

It was militant and almost entirely silent, the way each party member prepared themselves, and the lack of easy conversation that had become so normal on the Firespray over the last weeks set you on edge. Blasters were wiped down and loaded, armor was donned, and every belt, pocket, and holster was filled with backup supplies and secondary melee weapons. Everyone took turns in the mess, moving around one another quickly and efficiently like a well-oiled machine. They all seemed to favor light, nourishing breakfasts of nutrient-dense ration bars, canteens of water, and – in Fennec and Cara’s case – strong carafes of caf. You, however, could barely stomach your food, so tied up in knots was your body at the thought of the approaching challenge, but you forced down a few mouthfuls anyway at Din’s insistence.

“Epar, cyar’ika. Eat,” he bid you, hitting you with a hard stare through his visor. “You will need your strength.”

You did not have the same arsenal of supplies as the others, but you did take some time to back up your schematics of Gideon’s light cruiser onto a palm-held holoprojector you borrowed from Boba’s supplies. You also tucked a couple of datasticks into your pockets with some cyphers you recalled from your days of installing and configuring starship security and defense systems. Other than that, all there really was for you to do was to lace up your boots, whip your hair into a tight braid, and wrap your beloved scarf around your head like a headband. You didn’t really need it here, you knew, but at this point, it felt almost foreign to dress without it.

Just before you disembarked to board the Lambda shuttle with the rest of the group, Din took you aside and inspected your blaster while Cara Dune fitted you with a slick black leather utility belt from her own wardrobe. She fastened it snugly around the flare of your hips before slipping a matching leather holster onto the strap.

“Safer than keeping that thing in your pocket,” she quipped with a wry smile, nodding toward the blaster Din was currently polishing and reloading for you. You huffed a laugh and thanked her, but not before she slid three additional tibanna cartridges into your belt loops.

“You really think I’m going to need all this?” you asked warily.

The dark-haired woman shrugged, and you noticed that she had lined her deep brown eyes with kohl this morning, giving a fierce, predatory look to her striking features. “Maybe not, but better to have it than wish you did.” You swallowed thickly, nodding, and she clapped you warmly on the shoulder. “Don’t worry. We’ve got your back.”

“Cyare.”

At the sound of the endearment, you glanced over at Din and found him extending your blaster back to you. You took it with a murmured “thank you” and slipped it into the holster, feeling the cool, steady weight of it against your thigh. It was already more comfortable than having it shoved in your pocket.

“Are you ready?” the bounty hunter rasped.

“As I’ll ever be.”

Inclining his helmet at you solemnly, he pressed his hand into the small of your back and steered you toward the ramp. “Then let’s go.”

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Mere hours later, in the depths of hyperspace, the boarding party clustered around the helm of the Lambda shuttle as you neared your destination. The recycled air was thick with anticipation, with the knowing that the moment you dropped out of light speed, there would be no more time for preparation. Of course, this was precisely the kind of thing that everyone had been trained for.

Everyone but you.

Shifting on your feet, your palm fell to the grip of your blaster, and you could feel the sweat on your skin slip against its textured surface. Your heart was hammering against your ribcage, your stomach heavy and acidic in your abdomen, and you struggled to keep yourself present – in the moment rather than in your head, lost in your anxieties. At the heart of it all, however, was frustration with yourself. You had fought for this chance, this opportunity to exercise your skills, to contribute, to be kriffing useful for once, and you refused to throw all of that away out of fear. This team needed you; Grogu needed you. You had to get it together.

And so instead of hyperventilating, as you thought you might have done otherwise, you focused on taking deep, steadying breaths and drying your palms against your boilersuit.

“Moff Gideon is mine,” Bo-Katan emphasized from her seat at the helm, hands steady and sure as she manipulated the controls without even hardly looking. “Got it?”

“He’s ex-ISB. He’s got a lot of information.” Cara adjusted her grip on her heavy-repeating blaster rifle, the butt of which sat propped on the toe of her boot. “I need him alive.”

Bo-Katan smiled icily. “I don’t care what happens to him as long as he surrenders to me.”

At that moment, Boba Fett’s low, gravelly voice crackled through the comm system. On one of the readouts on the console in front of you, you could see the vague outline of the Firespray pursuing you through the hyperspace tunnel. “Prepare to exit jump space.”

“Copy that,” the red-head replied. “Get the hell out of there as soon as they clear us to dock. And your shots have to look convincing.”

“Power up those shields, princess. I’ll put on a good show.” You smirked at the sound of his gentle condescension in spite of yourself.

The expression was echoed on Bo-Katan’s sharp-featured face. “Watch out for those deck cannons.”

There was a brief pause, and Boba sounded genuine this time as he responded, “Don’t worry about me. Just be careful in there.”

On the console in front of Koska, you watched as the glowing icon indicating your target coordinates grew ever larger in size.

This was it. It was time.

On instinct alone, you reached out, took hold of Din’s hand, and squeezed, suddenly desperate for something to ground yourself. All broad palms and long, thick fingers, he gripped you back with a ferocity you didn’t expect from his calm, collected exterior. Somehow, knowing that he was just as strung out as you over this eased your fears even more than the touch would have otherwise.

Koska, however, was the picture of composure as she narrated your approach. “Exiting hyperspace in three, two, one…”

The tell-tale, stopped-time sensation of dropping out of hyperspace tugged at your navel, and then –

Bright red blaster cannon fire lit up the forward viewport, Bo-Katan poured on the acceleration, and you took off at the fastest sub-light speed the Lambda shuttle could handle. Dodging Boba’s attacks with expert precision, you noticed that each round only narrowly missed the long, fin-like wings of your hijacked Imperial shuttle. The proximity of a few of them had your heart jumping into your throat, but each time, she managed to evade them.

Up ahead, looming pale and angular and absolutely massive against the inky blackness of space, precisely as you had pictured her, was Moff Gideon’s Imperial light cruiser. And you were headed straight for her.

Bringing her palm down on the comm controls, Bo-Katan hailed the cruiser and shouted into the receiver, affecting a distressed tone, “This is Lambda shuttle 2743, requesting emergency docking!”

Her distress call was met only with silence, and you couldn’t help but glance around at the others’ faces as the subspace connection remained dormant. Would the cruiser really ignore them? They looked like an ally, why would they not –

“Repeat – requesting emergency docking. We are under attack!” Bo-Katan echoed.

This time, a commanding, feminine voice responded. “Copy, Lambda shuttle. Request received.” Another pause, this one much shorter than the last, and then, “Stay clear of launch tube. Deploying fighter squadron.”

Bo-Katan shot a significant look at Koska, and the dark-haired woman clenched her jaw and nodded once. You realized they must have come to the same conclusion – the plan would need to remain the same even in the face of this new hurdle. In order to board the ship where it was most vulnerable, the Lambda shuttle would be facing down the TIE fighter squadron head-on – at the mouth of the launch tube.

Just as this thought occurred to you, a single silver TIE fighter streaked from the opening of the launch tube, rocketing out into space through the narrow walls of the aperture. Through the viewport, you watched as the fighter drew closer, closer, closer still. Bo-Katan held her course, however, continuing to dodge Boba’s cannon fire while never once wavering in her aim. For a moment, you thought the fighter might not adjust course in time, but then, at the last second, it veered hard to starboard and only barely missed clipping wings with the shuttle.

You swore you could feel a collective breath of relief being released across the room, but the feeling was short-lived as another TIE fighter appeared at the mouth of the launch tube.

If the first of the squadron had cut it close, this one was downright reckless. Blasting at top speeds through the narrow mouth of the tunnel, you were certain you could see the black reflective surface of the pilot’s helmet through his own transparisteel viewport before he finally dropped into a steep dive and ducked beneath the Lambda shuttle.

And still, Bo-Katan and Koska held steady. The aperture of the launch bay glowed bright blue in the distance, visible through the long, thin tunnel right at the nose of the light cruiser. Another fighter was being brought out – you could see it clearly now; another was about to launch, and the shuttle was nearly at the tunnel’s mouth.

You were coming in too hot. If Gideon’s crew launched that fighter, you would meet in midair, trapped in the restrictive space of the launch tunnel with nowhere to go, and no dodging or maneuvering – no matter how expertly done – would be enough to stop a collision.

The crew on the light cruiser seemed to have noticed the same. Bursting through the comm lines with urgency, the communications officer barked, “Request denied! Please clear launch tube until fighters deploy!”

Bo-Katan grit her teeth and responded, a bit of real anxiety beginning to creep into her façade. “Negative! Negative! We are under attack!”

You braced yourself against the nearest bulkhead as the shuttle dodged another volley of rounds from the Firespray, and in that moment, bright green blaster cannon fire joined the red. The two TIE fighters had joined the fray. Your pilots were left then to dodge both assailants and somehow still thread the needle into the mouth of the launch tube.

Gripping Din’s hand in yours even harder, you swallowed the ball of fear that had begun to build in your throat.

You had talented pilots at the helm of your ship – experienced fighters, cunning warriors both with nerves of steel, you told yourself. You had to trust their timing, their skills. Otherwise, you would be a harried mess before you even had the chance to step foot out of the shuttle and begin the mission in truth.

“Clear launch tube immediately!” the comm link commanded, and although she knew they could not see her, Bo-Katan shook her head, red bob dancing along her jaw.

It was miraculous, truly, what the would-be Mandalorian ruler was able to accomplish over the next few seconds. The sequence of events began to blur together, dissolving into one long, chaotic moment, but the next thing you knew, the entrance to the launch loomed directly in front of the viewport. You felt the ship shift with the mechanical vibration of the shuttle’s wings lifting into their vertical position, narrowing the ship dramatically, and just as they locked into place, you breached the mouth of the tube with mere inches to spare on either side.

But you were still coming in too hot, too fast. The short distance between the mouth of the tube and the ship’s shield-guarded launch portal was quickly disappearing, and there was no way the bulky wings of the Lambda shuttle were going to make it into that tiny opening unscathed.

“Hang on!” Fennec warned, seeing the same thing you did. Din dropped your hand and wrapped his arm around your waist, pulling you into his side as though preparing to shield you against the inevitable collision. You hid your face in the crook of his shoulder, unable to watch, as the aperture swallowed the shuttle whole.

The impact was immediate and brutal, clipping the edge of the portside wing and sending you, Din, and Cara all flying across the cabin and slamming into the unforgiving deck plating. Din cushioned your fall somewhat, though you couldn’t say the beskar was a much more comfortable place to land. The shuttle trembled violently around you, and bright sparks flew as both wing joints dragged along the inside of the launch tube. The belly of the ship bounced once, then twice, the vibration ringing through your teeth, and finally – after what felt like an eternity but in reality was a mere handful of seconds – you skidded to a stop at the end of the launch tube.

The moment the shuttle stopped rumbling beneath your bodies, Din and Cara were on their feet, and you scrambled to follow. This was the moment – time to execute the next phase of the plan. And time for you to leave the bounty hunter’s side and pray that you would reunite on the bridge unharmed.

Gripping the side of your face in one hand and drawing his blaster with the other, Din yanked you to him and pressed his forehead to yours one last time.

“K’oyacyi, cyare. Come back safe.”

“You, too,” you whispered, breath fogging his visor. “Go get him. Bring him home.”

“We’ve got her, Mando,” Cara assured him as she raised her blaster rifle, pushing her dark, disheveled hair out of her face. “C’mon. Time to go.”

You nodded once, drew your own blaster from your holster, and stepped back as Fennec shouldered her way to the rear of the cabin. With sharp, determined eyes, she did a quick inventory of the room, ensuring that all members of the boarding party were prepared to disembark.

When her gaze landed on you, she said, “Remember the plan, girl. Keep to the center of the formation, wait for clear windows to shoot, and for kriff’s sake, don’t try to be a hero.”

Releasing a huff of laugh, you agreed with a glib “yes, ma’am,” and then Bo-Katan’s sharp voice rang out behind you, the sound modulated by the sudden addition of her helmet vocoder.

“Drop the ramp – let’s go.”

As the ramp began to descend, dense, white coolant steam billowed from the shuttle’s undercarriage, obscuring your view of the bay ahead. In the distance, you could hear a Storm Trooper shouting, “Clear the launch tube! What are you doing? Get that thing out of here – ”

Whatever he was meant to say next, he never got the opportunity. With steady precision, Koska raised her blaster pistol and shot twice through the fog, and instead of more protests, all you heard was a pained “argh” and the sound of two armored bodies hitting the deck.

Then chaos erupted.

Shoulder to shoulder, Fennec and Koska led the charge down the ramp while Bo-Katan and Cara brought up the rear. You stayed tucked between them, blaster drawn, head down, the marshal’s broad form shielding you from the bright red bolts of light that filled the air. In the distance, you could see more than a dozen Imperials charging at the shuttle – some in full Storm Trooper white, others in officer gray, all with blasters drawn, raining fire on your boarding party.

But the women who surrounded you moved as a unit – like one that had been fighting arm-in-arm for years rather than days. It was tactical, the way they divided the oncoming hoard of combatants, and in perfect synchronicity, they cut through the launch bay like a hot knife through butter. The sound of it was overwhelming – the overlapping shrieks of volley after volley of blaster rounds, the whip of a grappling line from one of the Mandalorians’ vambraces, the flare of heat from a jetpack, the echo of heavy boots sprinting across durasteel deck plating. You kept your head on a swivel, your own blaster at the ready, but by the time your party had made it to the far side of the launch bay – leaving a trail of Imperial bodies in your wake – you found that you hadn’t even needed to fire it.

They had eliminated everyone in their path with such deadly precision, your presence had been entirely superfluous.

However, you hardly had the opportunity to feel self-conscious about that fact. Just as you had predicted, just as Mayfeld had warned you as you sat huddled over datapads and schematics in the depths of hyperspace, the moment the ship’s internal sensors detected blaster energy signatures, the launch bay doors slid shut. Emerging from the depths of the bulkheads on either side, two blast doors slammed closed over them, and a series of forbidding red lights flared to life around the metallic doorframe. The control panel to the right of the door also glowed red, and you felt the faintest surge of satisfaction at the sight.

The first security checkpoint had been activated. No one would be leaving the launch bay without passing a genetic scan and a chain code verification. You had been right.

“You’re up,” Fennec beckoned as the group approached the foreboding door, and you nodded silently.

This was what you were here for. This was something you could do.

Slipping to the front of the group, you took notice of how the other members closed ranks around you, placing their own bodies between you and any potential threats. The room around you was silent, almost eerily so, and you knew that none other than your team had been left alive. But still, they protected you.

For now, however, you shoved all of the warm feelings that realization elicited to the side and instead dug one of your arsenal of datasticks out of your pocket. You gripped it between your teeth to free up your hands, and then, digging the tips of your fingers into the frame of the control panel, you wrenched it open, exposing the inner workings of the terminal. The wires and switches and flashing lights before you might have looked anonymous and random to others, but to your eyes, it was a puzzle waiting to be solved.

Plugging the datastick into the open port, you went to work.

Slice into the internal security system. Access the secondary protocols. Isolate the launch bay terminals, cut them off from the rest of the system. Identify the unique override sequence. You frowned, drawing your lower lip between your teeth in concentration. The press of bodies around you shifted restlessly as the seconds ticked by. You resisted the urge to reassure them – you were close, you were almost there, just one more redirect and –

“That’s it,” you breathed, removing the datastick, replacing the control panel cover. With quick fingers, you entered a series of commands into the panel, and suddenly, all of the lights surrounding the blast doors flickered blue. With a loud, mechanical thunk, every layer of the barrier retracted back into the bulkheads, and the path ahead looked back at you, clear and open.

Behind you, Cara released a breath of relief, and Bo-Katan swept an impassive stare from the bottoms of your boots to the top of your head, as though appraising you. “Well done,” she said, brusque but earnest. “Now fall back.”

You tucked your datastick back into your pocket and withdrew your blaster from your holster as you retreated back into formation. Koska took point once again as the party charged down the open corridor, and you encountered no enemies along its length. After a handful of minutes, you came upon a path that branched perpendicularly to the left, and Koska held up her fist for you all to slow to a stop. Blaster drawn, she peeked around the corner and scanned the area quickly. “All clear.”

Bo-Katan rounded the corner ahead of her, taking in the new corridor for herself. “A little too clear,” she agreed. Beckoning the group forward, she proceeded cautiously, and as you advanced, you realized that you had come upon an open-air catwalk connecting two sections of the ship. Above and below the narrow strip of decking that stretched out before you was nothing but open, vacuous space, and if you dared to glance down, you could see the infinite blackness twinkling back at you from beyond the life support system’s ray shields. Swallowing the wave of anxiety that washed over you at the sight, you kept your eyes on the back of Bo-Katan’s helmet instead.

“Keep your eyes open,” she cautioned as you began to traverse the catwalk. You were back to the center of the formation, as planned, allowing the others to keep themselves between you and the unfamiliar surroundings, but your blaster remained firmly gripped in your hand anyway, ready to defend yourself should you need to.

You made it about halfway across the catwalk unmolested. Just as you were beginning to think that this leg of your journey might prove to be blessedly simple, four Storm Troopers emerged from the open door ahead.

As if they had planned such a synchronous maneuver in advance (which, to be fair, they probably had), both Koska and Bo-Katan fired up their jetpacks and dove off opposite edges of the catwalk, leaving you, Cara, and Fennec to face the oncoming assailants alone. The marshal was quick to dig her fingers into the back of your boilersuit and tug you bodily behind her, but that didn’t stop you from raising your pistol. On instinct alone, you thrust the muzzle of your blaster into the space between the other two women’s bodies, and your fire joined theirs in gunning down the troopers. You couldn’t be certain whether any of your rounds landed, but by the time all of them had either crumpled to the floor or fallen off the edge of the catwalk, the unlucky Storm Troopers had only managed to get off a single round. No one from the boarding party had been harmed.

“Freeze! Drop your weapons!”

A sharp, modulated voice rang out behind you, and your stomach dropped, all of the bravado you had felt mere moments ago slipping away as quickly as it had come. Turning slowly, you found six more Storm Troopers equipped with sleek black blaster rifles spilling onto the catwalk.

“Dank farrik,” you swore under your breath, icy, paralyzing fear gripping your spine for the first time since leaving the shuttle. There had to be too many of them. You didn’t have the element of surprise like you had with the others; these troopers already had their weapons trained on you, and on this narrow walkway, there was nowhere to hide.

Should you surrender, you wondered? Drop your pistol to the floor, put your hands in the air? The idea had your stomach rolling. No, you couldn’t give up, not now –

The distinctive rumble of jetpacks reverberated off of the nearby bulkheads, and a rush of relief so powerful it nearly had your knees buckling washed over you as both Koska and Bo-Katan shot out from their hiding places under the catwalk. From several feet in the air, they rained blast fire down on the unsuspecting troopers, red light and white sparks flying with each impact, and in a handful of seconds, all six of your would-be captors had collapsed into white plastoid heaps on the deck.

You sent the two Mandalorians grateful smiles as they landed smoothly back on the surface of the walkway, and then you were off again, proceeding with haste through the open archway ahead.

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The deeper into Moff Gideon’s cruiser the boarding party penetrated, the more confident you became. The adrenaline racing through your veins felt less unsettling, rattling on your nerves; instead it seemed to focus you, blocking out all other concerns and fears and narrowing your field of vision to just the mission at hand. Keep your head down. Shoot when you have to. Override every barrier, disable every checkpoint in your path. Trust your comrades to keep you safe, but watch their backs, as well. It reminded you a bit of the Razor Crest’s pursuit of Kevok Teklolq, the way you found yourself able to sink into this role, to concentrate only the task in front of you to the exclusion of all else.

As you made your way across a densely-packed cargo bay, surrounded on all sides by Fennec and Cara’s blaster fire and crumpling white-armored bodies, you felt as focused and in-control as you did behind the helm of a starship. So when one of those anonymous plastoid helmets rounded the corner in front of you, blaster at the ready, you didn’t hesitate, and at this close of a range, even you couldn’t miss.

You shot once. Twice.

The soldier let out a pained grunt and toppled to the floor, and if bile rose in the back of your throat at the sound, you were too focused on reaching the next checkpoint to notice.

Unfortunately, that next check point appeared to be at the far end of an endless series of corridors, and each one seemed to be filled with more Imperial forces than the last. The closer you drew to the bridge, the tighter the defenses. Keeping tight to your formation, the five of you cleared each hall as you entered it, the occasional round bouncing off of Bo-Katan and Koska’s armor as you advanced. It wasn’t until you reached the last turn that the endless wave of combatants became too much to bear.

“Split up!” Cara barked, breaking away from the group. Her massive blaster rifle propped firmly under her arm, she placed herself in front of the rest of you, strong shoulders broad and centered as she took on the oncoming troopers like a force of nature. You tucked yourself behind a support beam, pressing yourself against the bulkhead to steady your aim and did your best to back her up, but next to her oversized rounds, the ones coming from your little pistol seemed to almost inconsequential.

However, as Cara reached the end of the corridor, you heard a distinctive whirring, seizing sound coming from her rifle, and you watched as she quickly found her own support beam to take shelter behind as she cried, “My gun’s jammed!”

Fennec was quick to jump to her aid, yelling, “I got you!” The assassin was nimble, light on her feet, dodging shot after shot as she cut down the corridor toward where Cara had hidden. She was good, great even as more and more Storm Troopers fell at her feet, but it wasn’t enough. The two Mandalorians were occupied with forces approaching from behind, and while the marshal wrestled with her uncooperative weapon, Fennec was outgunned.

A sickening bolt of fear broke through your concentration as you watched yet another trooper round the corner into the corridor, raise his blaster, and take aim directly at the Rebel dropper at his feet.

“Cara!”

Again, you didn’t think, didn’t hesitate. You shot off three rounds, two of which arced wide, but the third one kept true and collided with the trooper’s chest. He staggered back with the force of the impact, a hollow “ugh!” ringing out through his helmet, and then Cara Dune was on her feet once more. Having given up on repairing her blaster rifle, she deftly spun the thing around and wielded the stock like a bludgeon. Lifting the gun high, she shattered the trooper’s helmet in a deadly blow, and white shards of plastoid sprayed through the air as the man collapsed, motionless on the ground.

The marshal shot a wild grin over her shoulder at you, pride gleaming in her dark eyes. “Thanks,” she huffed breathlessly.

You weren’t certain how you felt about that sentiment just now, knowing that you were being thanked for helping her to take a life, even if it had been to save hers. But you could unpack that another time, you decided. Now, your expertise was needed at the doors to the lift that loomed ahead – the lift that would take you to the cruiser’s bridge deck. You were nearly there.

You didn’t wait to be prompted. While the others polished off the remaining troopers, you darted over to the lift, outlined as all the other checkpoints had been in bright red lights. You got to work immediately – peeling back the control panel cover, plugging in one of your datasticks, everything just as you had done for the previous checkpoints. However, as you felt the rest of the boarding party fall into formation behind you, you noticed that each time you thought you had disabled a set of protocols successfully, the effects seem to only last for a moment or two. The layers of security would fall away, and then they would surge back into place, as if you hadn’t just spent long, precious seconds systematically taking them apart.

“Fuck.” The curse came out breathless, and you could feel sweat gathering on the back of your neck and across your forehead as the realization shot down your spine like a livewire. “They’re changing it.”

“What is it?” Bo-Katan asked sharply, her modulated voice sounding just over your shoulder.

“The ship’s crew is countering. The security algorithm has started to vary – they’re trying to stop us from reaching the bridge.”

“Can you compensate?”

You weighed your answer only briefly before nodding. “Yes.”

The new cypher was complex, more nuanced and layered than the first, as though designed to test the limits of your knowledge and see how far you could push them. As you keyed through the terminal, you dug through your memories, your experiences with programs like this one. You pictured your father’s starship database, the endless stores of information, wishing you could remember even half of what you had studied at his side. You had always been more of a hardware girl, anyway; more than anything, you wished you had your plasma torch just so you could see how the security team on the bridge would respond to you simply cutting through the doors they erected in your path.

“Not to rush you, engineer, but if we need to find an alternate way to the bridge, we need to know now.”

“Shh,” you whispered, keeping your eyes on the open terminal before you. You were so close. You could feel it, you just needed to focus, you just needed –

There.

Your hands flew to reassemble the control panel, dropping your datastick back into your pocket once more. One quick command sequence, the foreboding red lights flickered blue, and the lift doors slid open without prompting.

All of the breath left your lungs in one loud exhale, and then you were all piling into the lift car. You input the bridge level number before anyone could ask, and as the car began to rise, you collapsed back against the durasteel wall in relief.

That had been too close for your comfort.

The near-complete silence in the narrow walls of the lift was jarring after the sounds of battle. You could hear the pounding of your heart for the first time since you had left the shuttle, and your own breath sounded too loud in your ears. In the quiet, Bo-Katan turned to you and demanded, “Did you shush me back there?”

Stars, had you? You supposed you had. Perhaps not the wisest choice – to be so disrespectful to the future Mand’alor. It hadn’t been consciously done, but still…

Thankfully, you were saved from needing to answer for this slight by Marshal Dune banging the butt of her blaster rifle on the floor and cursing loudly. “Dank farrik!” She fussed with the action, opening and closing it multiple times, blaster parts clanking against one another in a way no one in the lift could have ignored. “Son of a mudscuffer!”

“Are you sure you don’t need any help?” Bo-Katan asked wryly.

With gritted teeth, Cara slammed the stock of her gun down once more, this time with enough force that you could feel the vibration of it through the floor. A distinctive whirring sound emanated from the depths of the rifle, and you breathed a sigh of relief as she said, “I think that did it.”

Just then, the lift arrived at the bridge level, and the marshal swung her oversized weapon around toward the opening lift door. “Excuse me,” she muttered under her breath, and then she was leading the charge, teeth bared, pouring a never-ending stream of glowing yellow blaster fire down the enemy-filled hallway.

“Hostiles! Stop!”

The command from one of the Storm Troopers ahead did not deter you. The four of you followed in the marshal’s wake, unleashing every ounce of aggression you had left, and just as before, the dense press of armored bodies fell in the face of your party’s sheer force. However, as you gained ground toward the bridge, which shone in the distance, you watched as one final security checkpoint – one you hadn’t planned for – flared to life around its entrance. Warning lights glared red in the frame, two layers of blast doors slammed shut at the end of the corridor, and you swore you could feel the leaden finality of them reverberate through your bones.

Somewhere off to your right, Fennec shouted your name through the deafening roar of blaster fire.

“Go! Get that door open!” she shouted, her low, warm voice hoarse and strained. “I’ll cover you!”

Wordlessly, you nodded, and then you were off like a shot, sprinting down the remaining distance between you and the door with single-minded focus. You did not allow yourself to look as troopers fell around you at the end of Fennec’s rifle, did not allow yourself to hesitate as you jumped over their bodies, as you ducked their flying blaster bolts. You trusted the assassin. Your teammate, your friend. She would keep you safe as you ran. She had to.

You nearly skidded to a stop by the time you made it to the bridge’s entrance. Bracing yourself with your palms against the durasteel, you curled your shoulders inward and tried to make yourself as small a target as possible as you got to work. There was no four-fighter squadron shielding your back this time. You would need to be fast.

As you sliced into the system, you found even more modifications to the algorithms than you had seen on the lift. Brows pulled low, lip between your teeth, you took deep, steadying breaths as you worked. You kept the peril of your situation at arm’s length, knowing that if you allowed yourself to experience it, to really hear the fight going on around you, you would freeze. Instead, you kept your eyes on the terminal, and you ripped the protocol to shreds.

You were putting the control panel cover back on when you heard it – Cara’s voice, then Fennec’s, then even Bo-Katan’s cutting through the chaos. Your name, repeated over and over. “Get down! Get down!”

You hit the deck on your knees, legs collapsing beneath you.

And three blaster bolts collided with the durasteel blast doors right where your head had been.

You felt as though your stomach had fallen clean out of your body as you stared up at the glowing hot dents in the metal, all clustered together right where you had been standing. Sweat poured down your face, fatigue settling in your bones. Stars, that had nearly been the end of you. Your mind flew to Din and then to Grogu, thankful down to your core that you hadn’t seen the last of them.

So overwhelmed were you that you barely noticed Cara coming up behind you until she hauled you to your feet.

“You’re all right, sweetheart, shake it off,” she encouraged, brushing imaginary dust from your shoulders. “We took care of that guy, don’t worry. Let’s get in this room, huh?”

You nodded gratefully. With the other woman’s arm still tucked protectively around your shoulders, you entered the final command sequence, and the security system disarmed.

The party made quick work of the few Imperials left on the bridge when the doors opened. Fanning out across the room, it took only a handful of quick, efficient shots to have the entire bridge crew on the ground.

Koska charged straight for the security station, withdrawing an abandoned code cylinder from the console. “Weapons systems disarmed,” she said. “Secondary security protocols also disabled. Everyone should be able to move freely now.”

Thank the Maker. All that was left now was to wait for Din to rendezvous with you all, and with any luck, he would have Grogu in tow. Your relief was all-consuming, and you found yourself sinking into one of the officers’ chairs with a sigh.

However, there was one member of your party who did not seem especially pleased with the results of your efforts. After taking a full tour around the perimeter of the bridge, Bo-Katan Kryze came to stand in front of the viewport, confusion and fury pouring from her in palpable waves even through her impassive helmet.

Shoving both of her blaster pistols into her holsters with force, she hissed, “Where’s Gideon?”

You glanced around at the bodies that littered the floor, seeing a handful of troopers, a couple of officers in gray... But no one in command black.

Moff Gideon wasn’t here.

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Mando'a Translations:

epar - eat k’oyacyi - Cheers! Hang in there! Come back safely. Literally, "stay alive"

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Breathe Easy: The Importance Of Air Duct Cleaning In Las Vegas

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Twin-Cuisine Technology: Mastering the Art of Dual-Basket Air Frying

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Additional Resources

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Hi, I hope you’re having a good day. Can you write enhypen reaction to you getting injured? Thank you 😊

ENHYPEN REACTION TO YOU GETTING INJURED

Synopsis: You get hurt and each of the boys react differently.

Warning: Fluff / Slight Angst. May be some swear word usage not much. Injury, rough housing, mentions of blood and bruises. In no particular order.

A/N: it posted randomly so sorry for any errors, did not proofread!

Pairing: Enhypen x reader

HEESEUNG: falling off stage

The boys had currently been doing a sound check for their upcoming concert. Jarkata, Indonesia their last stop before going home, their last ever show until the end of their tour. Due to yours busy schedule you couldn’t go to earlier ones and after much begging, you arranged your schedule to fit your boyfriend’s last show. Now, off to the side you watch as your boyfriend and friends practice their choreography. Only a few hours until the concert and you can see the concentration on all their faces. It wasn’t until they were given a few minutes to relax did Heeseung drag you onto the stage. Sitting behind you, playing with your fingers as the two of you watch the Ni-Ki and Jake play wrestle. “Careful!” Jay tells them when he notices them a little too close to the edge. Cuddling with your boyfriend, you can feel the tension on his muscles that you try hard to snooze. “You’ll do great.” “I know” He mumbles nuzzling his face in the croak of your neck.

“Then why do you look so nervous?” “Because it’s the last concert, don’t want to make anymore mistakes.” Brushing strands of hair out of his face you smile at him warmly and kiss him. “You’ve been awesome the entire tour. You’ll do great tonight like always. Besides I’m here now, there’s no way you’ll be bad.” Rolling his eyes playfully he pressed a kiss on your cheek. “My good luck charm.” hearing a clap come from his choreographer, he helps you two stand. “See you in a bit.” You tell him before walking off. “Come on boys!’ Jay yells out. Still too immersed in their play fighting they fail to see you walk past them. Bumping into you rather hard, you shriek and lose your balance. A one way ticket straight to the ground. “Y/n!” you hear them yell out, the pain shoots straight to your ankle the second you land. Loud footsteps and bodies immediately circling around you. “You okay baby?” You hear your boyfriend ask you, picking you up as he sets you on top of the stage. Settled in between your legs he inspect the ankle you’ve been cradling. “Give me an ice pack!” Taking off your shoe, he massages the red patch of skin looking over at the two responsible for your injury. “Sorry y/n..” They mumble guiltily. “Guess im not your good luck charm after all.” You tell him, “Shut up, you hurt only motivates me to get through the concert quickly and efficiently so I can come back to you.” He says kissing you.

JAKE: pricked by a cactus

You hated hiking. It got hot, which made you sweaty which would result in you being cranky. You liked the shade, you valued a nice cool refreshment as a fan cools your face. What you don’t appreciate is being woken up at the crack of dawn as your boyfriend had a random epiphany the second he woke up. “We have to go hiking!” He says excitedly as he throws your duvet off you. A wrecked looking nest a hair on top of your head as you squint from the sudden sun light that enters your room. “It’s too early, come back to bed.” But he refused. About a half an hour later he has you two in the car and on your way to dry and secluded hills. Biker shorts, a sports bra and a water bottle in hand, sunglasses propped on your nose as the two of you stand at the very bottom of the hill. Having to crank your head up and see the full height of you, you can’t help but sigh. “No way.” You exasperate. “Yes way, come on.” The hike up was excruciating. No matter how early it was, the heat was still unbearable. Water bottle half empty and energy running low. On the contrary, Jake seemed to be having the time of his life. Taking all sorts of pictures of whatever he found intriguing. Running out of breath, you hunched over. “babe please, lets take a break.” Turning back and seeing you absolutely exhausted he snorts and puts his phone away. Brushing the loose hair out of your face he helps you stand up properly letting you lean on him for support. “We’re almost at the top.” “You said that minutes ago and no where do I see the top.” “Trust me, we’re almost there.”

Huffing, you keep going. By the time the two of you made it you had to admit the view was gorgeous. You take a much needed break by sitting on the ground. And although the hike up was painfully difficult, you only stayed there for a bit before Jake wanted to go down to the field full of dirt and dead grass. “Why are we here babe?” “Oh come up, it’s nice.” “It’s dead.” Grinning at you, he goes to take more pictures in which you absentmindedly followed after him. As you take another step to follow him, you cry out in pain by the sudden sting. Whipping his head, Jake is at your side in a second. “What? What is it?” Looking down and seeing the thorn in your hand he hisses at the sight. “Oh god you got pricked by a cactus.” “Jake it hurts, get it out.” “Me? But what if I hurt you more?” “Jake you got me in this mess, get me out of it.” “Okay!” Grabbing your hand gently, he covers his hand in his sleeve and tries to take the thorn out. “Ow!” “I’m sorry!” It was pretty stuck on you and by the time he got it out, your skin was irritated and swollen. “Okay we need to disinfect the puncture come on- OW!” Turning around and seeing his shoulder got stung by another cactus’ thorn the two of you suddenly realize just how many cactus there were. “Okay, remind me to never take us hiking again.” He tells you.

JAY: broken nose

Today the boys were planning on going to the park to play some baseball. After some convincing from the boys, Jay reluctantly let you go. It wasn’t that he didn’t want you there, it was the fear of you getting injured that was causing him doubts in bringing you. He knows how rowdy his friends can get, he already struggles keeping them alive and now add you into the mix? He’ll never know peace. By after some reassurance from you, he accepted. Not like you needed his permission anyway. When the day came, gloves, a ball and baseball bat in arm as the eight of you make it to the baseball field. “Sit right here, where you won’t get hurt.” Jay is quick to say, sat on a bench behind a fence you tell him to go play as you happily stayed back to keep score. All seemed to have been going well until you have began to grow bored. At some point it went from playing to bickering as you got to admit, they weren’t exactly the best batters. On the phone, you’re taken by surprise when you feel Jay sit besides you suddenly. “Bored already?” He tells you, resting an arm around you. “No! Just checking how long its been taking you guys to hit the ball.” “Ouch.” He smirks, “I’m getting sick of baseball wanna go for a walk?” He lowers his voice, motioning his head to the pathway around the park. “Okay.” You grin, allowing him to walk you out of the fence.

“Okay lets do this again!” You hear Jake say, a few seconds later a ‘ping’ is heard from the bat and a gasp to move out the way. But it had been too late, the impact had met with your face and soon the burning pain engulfs you. “Y/n are you okay? Sunghoon!” “I’m sorry, I didn’t mean I swear!” The boys go to check up on you but Jay prevents them from doing so. The dirt soon gets covered in red as they gasp in seeing the puddle of blood pooling your face. “I think my nose is broken- Ow!” “Tilt your head back!” Jungwon says and you do. “No! She can choke, tilt your head down.” Sunoo tells you and you do. “No, then she’ll bleed out even more.” Ni-Ki pitches in. “What do I do people??” You snap, feeling Jay’s hoodie come to your face you look up and see his concerned face trying to clean up any of the dripping blood. “Come on, we got to get you to the hospital.” he says sternly, keeping you close to his side without giving the boys another look they comply. His worries came true, the wait was excruciating. You had an ice pack on your nose and thankfully the bleeding stopped then. Jay had bid the boys off and had stayed behind. You knew he was pissed about the situation and it’s why you reassured him that you were fine. “You lost like a pint of blood.” He huffs. Snorting but wincing at the pain you rest a hand on his thigh. By the time you were called and Jay went in with you, you got x rayed and told your nose was fractured. When you were leaving, you were surprised to see Ni-Ki and Jungwon waiting outside with a bag of food in hand. “We decided to get you some food but you took a while so…it got cold.” Giving them an appreciating smile you give them a hug. “I really am sorry y/n” You hear Sunghoon speak up, had just gotten back from the restroom you hug him too. “I forgive you.” Even though Jay was still upset, he managed to let it go by being by your side every second of the day. A bit too literally.

SUNGHOON: Scraped Knee

You have terrible balance lets just say that. But this was Sunghoon’s entire childhood for the most part. Ice skating was very important to him and so when the day came and he asked if he could teach you, you couldn’t reject the offer. Now currently on the ice and grip held tightly onto Sunghoon’s arms you wobbled your way to keeping your balance. A light hearted laugh escapes him as he keeps you at bay. “Relax, if you focus so hard on balancing it’ll only cause you to be more subjected to falling.” “Easy for you, you’ve done this for years.” You squeal before you fall in his chest. You feel his chest rumble before helping you stand up. “I can’t do this babe!” “yes you can.” Holding you by your waist, he moves slightly. “relax just take small steps my face.” Cringing when he hears the rough steps you were taking he speaks, “You’re skating not marching this isn’t some sort of military propaganda.” Smacking his chest he laughs and holds your hand. After a while, it finally seemed like you were getting the hang of it. “See?” Chuckling nervously you follow his strides as the two of you skate further and further into the rink. Away from the safety of the sidelines. You weren’t going to lie, you were having fun. It feel exhilarating and now you understood what all the fuzz was about.

For the first few hours in the rink the population was scarce until noon hit and it seemed everyone got on the same page to go to the ice rink. What started out as four people resulted in about twenty. It started to overcrowd which wasn’t much of a problem to Sunghoon but was leaving you queasy. Ultimately Sunghoon had declared you capable enough to fend for yourself and had been doing laps around the rink but as you tried to make your way out of the rink it seemed almost impossible to do so. Too many people were blocking your way, many sped past you. It felt like a traffic jam and it left you to try and call for your boyfriend but that seemed impossible given the distance. People were zooming past you, many didn’t even try to get out of their way for you and the amounts of couples that refused to stop holding hands made it impossible for you to find and edge to hold onto. Ultimately, you were stuck in the middle for who knows how long. “Sunghoon!” You try calling out the him but the loud voices of others had muffled yours out. You felt yourself get dizzy, you were hyperventilating and a million thoughts racing in your head you felt the inevitable making its way towards you and as expected it did. A hard chest collided into you that caused you plummeting onto the ground. A loud oomph and a seer pain courses throughout your back. “Are you okay hun?” You hear a woman call out for you but you were too out of breath to respond. A voice could be heard excusing itself through the piling crowd until finally you make out your boyfriend’s face. “Babe!” Helping you up, he helped you get off the rink and sit on one of the benches. “I’m so sorry, I shouldn’t have left your side.” Giving you an ice pack, he notices the rip on your knee and sees a patch of blood. Quick to grab a first aid kit, he attends your wounds. “Remind me to never let you take me ice skating again.” Giving you one last sympathetic smile he nods and kisses you.

JUNGWON: Oil Burn

You and the group have decided to have a cook out. It’s been a rough couple of months and every one had collectively agreed to have a night in. After a very serious debate on what to eat, you were given on Tteok-bokki watch. As a helping hand, Sunoo was by your side. Jay and Heeseung were busy with the meat, the loud sizzling can be heard along with the smoke. As the two of you had finished making it, the responsibility to look over the meat had suddenly fallen on the two of you. “make sure to turn it after a while.” You hear them tell you two but you didn’t worry. You’ve done it before, and for the time being you spoke to Sunoo about the latest gossip. Too much, you’ve managed to have lost lots of time. “What’s burning?” Sunoo says as he wrinkles his nose. The both of you widen your eyes as you look over and seeing the pan emitting mass amounts of smoke. Quick to run over and turn down the hit, Sunoo had flipped the meat in a hurry. The sudden impact had caused the oil to jump out of the pan and burn you. A good amount of it catching your thigh. “Shit are you okay?” Sunoo is quickly wetting a rag and setting it on your thigh. “Everything okay?” You hear a voice say, turning away to not face your boyfriend you give Sunoo a look to keep low key.

“Oh yeah, we just kinda lost track of time haha.” Eyeing the two of you, Jungwon walks over you. Quick to get rid of the rag you try to hide your leg as much as possible. Feeling his arms come around your waist he sways the two of you side to side. “Hi.” He smiles at you, “Hey.” You nervously chuckle, a hand in a tight fist as you try to ignore the stinging sensation. “You okay? You seem weird.” “Funny look who’s talking, is it hot in here? You know what Imma go freshen up in the bathroom.” Before you give him anytime to respond you make your way over to the bathroom. Taking a large intake of air when the cold water hits your skin. Relieve too feel it slightly cooling the red skin but still through it, does your skin still burn. The faucet ran loud you didn’t hear Jungwon come in. “I knew something happened.” Startled, you watch as he nears and takes a seat on the toilet. “Why didn’t you just say anything?” “i didn’t want to worry you.” Shaking his head, he opens the cabinet and takes out a bottle. “Silly girl.” Turning off the faucet, he dries your leg and applies burn relief gel. Adding elastic bandage over it to keep the gel from smearing. “Next time, please tell me.” He tells you with puppy dog eyes. Nodding, he grins and leans in puckering his lips. You don’t refuse him and kiss him. “Go rest, I’ll take care of the food.” “But-“ “No buts.”

SUNOO: Impaling of a nail

After months of looking for a new place you finally found it. It wasn’t anything fancy but you were planning on renovating it. The boys were skeptical about it, the second they stepped foot on it, it seemed about ready to give out but you were optimistic and for that, you had their full support. As you gave the the tour of the place, Sunoo had noticed the patchy walls. Broken floor that was uneven and the stairs that were way too rough it could cut anyone. There was barely any running water and the were no heater. Overall, the house looked abandoned for a house but at least the backyard looked nice. It was odd how sunny and vibrant it is, such a dark contrast from the inside of the house. The grass was green, flowers had been growing a swing hanging by a large strong apple tree. A small hut with enough space to keep some extra junk and it even had a another small building to the side a room, working bathroom and sink if anyone would to ever want to crash for the night. The house itself had three bedrooms. Despite it looking like a hot mess, you felt excited you had finally got yourself your own house, still paying off mortgage but still. “I’m telling you once its finished, it’ll look fantastic!” Happy to see you so joyful, Sunoo walks over and give you a back hug. “I’m proud.”

Clapping your hands, you turn and grab his hand. Dragging him over to the backyard. “I’m thinking in this corner I was a trampoline maybe. I had one when I was younger and I absolutely enjoyed it. Really took my mind off things, and here maybe there can be some flowers and a small fountain. maybe even a few of those garden bench chairs you know what I mean?” As you try to give off the visual, Sunoo nods along as he takes a further peak inside the small garage. Empty, small and had a bit of a funky smell but that wasn’t what captured your attention. it was the scream you let out that had him running out frantically. Running over to you and seeing your foot had begun to bleed out he helped keep you steady as he looked at it. “What happened?” The rest of the boys run out. “This stupid nail was dug real deep in the dirt.” Wincing when they get a look at how deep the nail went into your foot they help you take a seat. “Go get water and a rag. Get some alcohol if there is any.” Sunoo tells Jungwon. “It’s bleeding a lot.” Ni-Ki comments which ends in everyone giving him a look. “Sorry…” Sunoo inspects the wound and pours some of the water down your foot. “It looks too deep, you may need to get stitches for it.” “No! We just have to disinfect, it’ll clear up on its own.” “Y/n, I’d usually listen to you but not today c’mon.” Not giving you a choice, you comply. By the time your foot was treated, Sunoo had your leg resting on your thigh on the car ride home. Letting your head rest on his shoulders, Sunoo was surely not going to let you step foot in your house until it was remodeled completely.

NI-KI: Slipped on floor

The amount of times you told Ni-Ki to clean the floor after showering was getting annoying. You loved him but to keep having the same discussion was tiring. You had just woken up late after you slept through your alarm. School had taken a toll on you and you thought an hour nap wouldn’t hurt. Ni-Ki had been sitting in front of you playing video game with the boys so you suspected he had something to do with that. Hurriedly grabbing your clothes set out already you rush into the bathroom. Leaving the clothes on the sink you go to turn the knob but fall, hard. It only took a few seconds before Ni-Ki came rushing in. “Are you okay?” Out of breath, pain coursing through your back and any bit of drowsiness you had left in you had completely vanished. “No! I’m not!” Leaning down to help you sit up, he’s about to apologize when you cut him off. “How many times do I have to tell you to dry the floor after you finished showering?” “I’m sorry I forget-“ “No Ni-Ki at this point you blatantly ignore me, it’s like you do this on purpose.” “No, I swear i -“ “You know what I’m already late for work, go back to playing your game.” Without another word, he nods and walks away with guilt.

By the time you had gotten out, there was silence between the two of you. Ni-Ki really did feel bad. It’s why when you left he managed to convince the boys to leave for a few hours. He cleaned the bathroom floor, the room the entire house really leaving it spotless. And when you got home, he gave you a massage, cuddled you and gave you a bag of goodies we went out o get you. He mostly wanted the boys gone so he could do that without them poking fun at him. Just gotten one of his hoodies out the dryer he hands it to you and whispers in your ear. “I really am sorry y/n.” He pulls you closer to him as the two of you watch a movie. The look of sadness in his eyes was enough for you to know he was being honest. “Don’t let it happen again.” Quick to agree, he nodded profoundly which caused you to laugh. A cheeky smile on his face to know you no longer were mad at him. You forgave him and got cuddles all night.

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Origins of Gamma-01:

Gamma-01, better known simply as Gamma, is a Cybertronian Seeker who once served as the captain of the Air Force long before the war between the Autobots and Decepticons erupted. In those earlier days of peace and prosperity on Cybertron, Gamma commanded elite squadrons, ruling the skies with her alternate form as an jet. She was born to fly, known for her unshakable calm and deadly precision. Her cold charisma inspired both respect and fear. As a leader, she was ruthless and focused on perfection, treating every mission like an operation to be executed flawlessly, leaving no room for emotion or camaraderie.

Gamma kept herself distant from the political struggles that simmered beneath the surface of Cybertron. Her only concern was honing her skills and defending her home planet. But it was this emotional distance and icy demeanor that would eventually leave her vulnerable to an event that would change her life forever.

The Accident That Changed Everything:

During a routine mission long before the war, Gamma was leading a patrol to inspect ancient energy infrastructures in the Wastelands, a hazardous region filled with forgotten technology and unknown dangers. What was supposed to be a simple surveillance operation turned into a nightmare when a long-dormant device buried deep underground suddenly activated.

An invisible energy pulse struck Gamma directly, instantly disintegrating her wings. The blast destabilized her internal circuits, causing permanent damage to her transformation system. Her wings, vital to her ability to transform into an alt mode, were not only physically destroyed, but the neural circuits that controlled them were irreparably damaged.

Despite the efforts of Cybertron's top engineers, it became clear that her wings could not be restored or her symbiotic connection with her alt-mode repaired. The mysterious weapon had damaged her internal matrix at such a deep level that even the advanced technology of Cybertron was powerless to fix it. Her wings couldn’t simply be replaced or repaired—any attempt caused extreme pain and worsened her condition.

Descent into Anger:

Unable to accept this new reality, Gamma was soon relieved of her duties in the High Guard. For a Seeker, losing her wings was far more than a physical limitation; it was the loss of her very identity. Flying was her passion, her purpose. Being grounded devastated her mentally. Her once-respected reputation began to crumble, and those who once revered her now whispered behind her back, either pitying her or quietly relishing her downfall.

Gamma’s coldness turned into a smoldering anger. Iacon, the city that had once elevated her, now discarded her when she could no longer serve its purposes. Instead of remaining a shadow of her former self in a society that had moved on, Gamma left Iacon, severing all ties with her past.

Rebirth as a Mercenary:

Gamma wandered Cybertron’s most remote and desolate regions, searching for a new path. Stripped of her wings and former glory, she realized that she needed to reinvent herself. She found a new calling in the harsh, cutthroat world of the Mercenaries. Among others with no allegiance, Gamma honed her ground combat skills and developed new strategies. Although she could no longer transform into an jet or take to the skies, she became a feared warrior on the ground, combining her military discipline with an acute sense of tactics.

Her intelligence, ability to outmaneuver opponents, and ruthless efficiency quickly made her one of the most sought-after mercenaries for dangerous, high-stakes missions. She carries out her contracts with cold, clinical precision, often working alone, preferring to rely on her own skills rather than on others, whom she sees as unpredictable variables.

The Inability to Repair:

The mystery behind Gamma’s inability to repair her wings remains an enigma. Some believe the energy wave that struck Gamma was linked to pre-Cybertronian technology, something older than their known history, making any repair attempts futile. Others speculate that the damage was not just physical or technological—it altered something deeper within her, something intrinsic to her nature as a Seeker.

Whatever the cause, Gamma has accepted that her wings will never return. But rather than dwell on this loss, she has reinvented herself. She no longer needs flight to be a formidable force. The skies may be closed to her, but on the ground, she reigns as a feared and respected mercenary—a cold, relentless predator driven by an iron will and the desire never to be vulnerable again.

Gamma Today:

Now, Gamma is an enigmatic and solitary figure among the Mercenaries. She pledges loyalty to no faction, choosing missions on her own terms and answering only to herself. Her coldness and charisma still inspire respect, and few dare to ask her about her past.

While she occasionally longs for the freedom of flight, Gamma has found a new form of freedom in her independence and in her mastery over her own fate. Her enemies no longer fear her for her ability to fly, but for her ability to plan and execute strategies with ruthless precision. She has become a formidable force in the shadows—a ghost of the skies, grounded but more dangerous than ever.

Gamma may no longer have wings, but in her heart, she is still a Seeker. Now, instead of ruling the skies, she controls the ground with cold, calculated precision, determined to prove that even without her wings, she remains a force to be reckoned with.

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