#we stay blaming ‘rough day’ BYEE

[belayadeath-goner]

ft. DIN DJARIN at @satellitewar

SHE HOLDS THE CHILD TIGHTLY TO HER CHEST, HIS HEAD BURIED AT THE DIP OF HER COLLARBONE AND SHE OFFERS HERSELF UP AS SHIELD FROM HARM. though the blasts have ceased blazing at them, and what remains now was but a ruin around them, a mixture of fire, smoke and debris, every fiber of her being was still in high alert. she wasn’t one to get shellshocked, has seen too much, experienced too much, and yet... with the kid around. when it concerned someone else, suddenly the anxiety came pulsing back through her as if she was but a preteen again who’d never as much as seen dead body.

perhaps it was the shot she’d taken to the shoulder, or maybe the vibroblade currently still embedded in her side, but bianca was shaking. frantically. whilst also attempting to calm the kid so obviously nervous with the situation. he’d saved her when she was getting overpowered, somehow sent a pulse towards them that had kicked bianca backwards but also their assailants off of her, and offered her just enough time to finish the job. it had taken a toll on him however, the small but mighty being, dropped to its side in exhaustion and she had run to grab him, and with the remainder of her strength, headed back towards the ship. HOW HAD THEY EVEN FOUND HER THERE? IT WAS TOO SPECIFIC TO BE A COINCIDENCE, THEY WERE TOO MANY. she knew the steps and tactics of the crymorah syndicate better than anyone, this was no ordinary pack of goons stumbling upon them whilst delivering a shipment of spice.

“ mando… can you hear m-me? ” her breathing was ragged when she called him over their shared commlink, pushing the button not once, not twice, but thrice when she got to the ship for it to open the hatch. bianca looks over her shoulder multiple times to check if they’d been followed; and even if they hadn’t, she was sure they weren’t far behind anyway. “ mando, ” she boards with the kid still clutched to her chest, and she tucks the kid safely into his cradle, already asleep when she does, and only then does she let herself drop back against a wall in the hull. knees give away under her, and bianca can finally feel the panic overcoming her, even if not a single muscle in her flinched or made such visible. what had just transpired? why were they here, was it her or the kid. either way, he’d been put in harms way — that could never happen again…. she presses the comm again to try and force herself through to him hoping that he, somewhere out there, would receive her message. “ we need to leave this place. now. ”