My Place in All This.

[The End Narrator]

The YT-2400 Freighter burst from hyperspace, maneuvering to enter the busy lands of Mandalore. Mira sat at the controls, contemplating the events that had transpired. She wondered how many more had to die for causes before people began to realize that these causes were for naught. Maybe it was just Mira, maybe she had been away from the exposure of battle for too long and was going soft. Hell, she didn’t even know anymore. Maybe after all these years, the death of her mother was something that still was gut wrenching as much as the day it had happened. The galaxy around her was one giant puzzle, a puzzle that Mira struggled to put back together in her own mind. Ra and his return, the crusade of the Death Watch and where she fit in everything? Since Gilamar had approached her on Dathomir, she hadn’t really looked back – she just accepted what was happening and jumped in. With the death of one of their own, now Mira questioned what were they fighting for? Their freedom? Would it all stop at Ra? What happened when Ra 2.0 stepped up and decided to take the mantle and lead some crusade against the wielders of the Force who happened to be within the Mandalorian culture – what then?

The cycle would just continue.

Or was she wrong, and everything revolved around Mia and her actions?

Mira sighed as the ship settled down on the platform, Pixel beeping at his best friend and Master of many years. Mira didn’t bother to give the droid a glance, she just shook her head. “I don’t know what I’m doing anymore.” And the truth was, she didn’t. She felt a sense of obligation and belonging to the Mandalorians, but she didn’t feel she truly felt like one of them. Mira swept up her doubt and soldiered on out of her cockpit with Pixel in tow. She had a meeting with the Monroe lady – to discuss some things, more so to just speak her mind. She had never formally met her, hell she could be as batpoodoo crazy as they say she was. No doubt, the woman knew who she was but Mira didn’t mind that. It seemed that more people knew about who she was than she knew who they were, and she had her late mother to thank for that.

At times, Mira was thankful and then there were times it was just annoying.

It was painfully awkward to be having a conversation with someone only to have them bring up something her mother had done, and have nothing to contribute because she knew nothing about it. Mira felt there was so much about her mother than she didn’t know. She felt there was so much more than strangers knew about Aaralyn, than she did.
Almost like the woman led another life without her.

She drifted away in thoughts of her own as she continued through her ship and down the ramp into the hustle and bustle of the spaceport, heading to the location where Mia had specified. Hopefully, she wouldn’t be late – given she had already missed so much.

[member="Mia Monroe"]

 

[Mia Monroe]

Mira would find the Liberator in the barracks of the spaceport, shaking off a medic who was warning her for the umpteenth time that she needed to rest to allow her wounds to heal.

"Mand'alor," he continued his tone icy following her round the room aglow with the soft blue of holoimages "When was the last time you slept?" The question brought her to a halt and she rounded on him, he might have been a head taller than her but he still seemed to shrink beneath her glare. The answer was simple, she didn't know. Days ago probably but it didn't matter, sleep would come when the war was won or she was dead. "Death Watch is coming for us, rest is not an option. Go and see to those who need your attention more." He snapped his fist to his chest in salute before leaving, muttering under his breath and passing Mira without looking at her.

Placing her hands on the bench before her Mia heaved a heavy sigh, before looking up at [member="Mira Rekali"]. Daughter to Aaralyn Rekali, a woman who had sacrificed her life for her people. Grandaughter to Ember Rekali, a man who had sacrificed his life to save Mia and for what? So she could reap destruction over their sacred homeworld and plunge them into a civil war? So that she could watch as people she loved and cared about killed each other? Oh Jasper...she thought, why did you let him kill you?

Whatever she felt, did not show in her face, pale with exhaustion, grey eyes sunken in great purple shadows. "Hello Mira." she said softly.

 

[The End Narrator]

Mira watched as a man snapped to attention as the Manda’lor mentioned something, their conversation being just out of earshot for her. The man appeared respectful, yet dismayed but said nothing as he left the side of the tired, wounded and discreetly disgruntled Mia. Mira watched him depart, saying nothing as her turn approached to enter the dimly lit room. Her hands remained clasped together infront of her, her buy’ce attached on her side, via a clip she had devised for moments of “casual” atmosphere. Sure, she wasn’t up to date on protocols and customs – but she was almost certain that Mia wouldn’t mind her being dressed down, right? Not that it mattered; she had already entered the room and had been greeted by the elder woman. Mira felt a stir in the Force, a subtle discomfort between the two of them. Mira tried hard to chalk it off to the discomfort of some troops, perhaps low morale. In reality, it was her own doubt and fear.

She brought her hand up and knocked her chest, speaking clear. “Manda’lor.” The words felt alien as they rolled off her tongue. It had been some time since she had been amongst her fellow Mandalorians, probably since Aaralyn passed. She had left for because she felt abandoned by the clans, now she returned to them in their time of need. It felt strange, being in the middle of everything and not knowing her place in all of it.

[member="Mia Monroe"]

 

[Mia Monroe]

As Mia understood it, Gilamar had gone to ask the Rekali clan to join them to defeat Death Watch and in doing so had lured Death Watch to their doorstep. Mira's hand had been forced, she stood on a side of the war that she would probably rather be away from. In fact she'd shown her face in either of the last two battles, though her cousin had made an appearance which was something at least.

"You look like you're out of your comfort zone." Mia said studying her hard, before turning her attention the holographic map of the Cold Iron City that covered the table between them. "Everyone here seems to have a reason to be, whether its so they can get close enough to stab me in the back later or because Ra's ideals have forced them to pick this side. Which are you?"

[member="Mira Rekali"]