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“Please, my parents won't fight. They're afraid of the Empire, or something in it, I want to fight in their stead.”
“You could always join my Protectors.” the Mand'alor suggested. “We always need more verde and your parents couldn't stop you.”
“That's not good enough!” Jaeriel protested, and then realized what she'd just said as she hurriedly recovered. “I want to fight the Empire, not just for Mandalore, but for everyone. I can't do that here, even if I join the Protectors.”
Despite the unintended insult, the Mand'alor was smiling at her.
“Alright verd'ika, alright. I'll be waiting for you at the spaceport. You show up, I'll get you passage off-world. More than that I can't promise.”
...you accidentally insult the Mand'alor.
“Nokta, what is—“ he paused and frowned as he realized who he was talking to. “Verd'ika, what are you doing on this line?”
“I need your help Mand'alor.” Jaeriel said as she glanced behind her. “I want to leave my clan and fight.”
The Mand'alor looked at her sternly for a moment before speaking.
“Do your parents know?”
Jaeriel shook her head.
“No. They don't want to fight and they don't want me to fight.”
“Sounds like them.” the Mand'alor remarked. “So is this dar'buir?”
Jaeriel's eyes widened in alarm and she spoke urgently.
“NO! Never! I would, that is, I just,” she collected herself, recovering from the shock of the Mand'alor's suggestion. “I just want to do something. I want to prevent something like this from happening again.”
“Absolutely not!” Jaeriel's mother barked as Jaeriel winced and looked to her father for support.
He remained silent however as her mother continued.
“You're only sixteen! What do you think you're going to accomplish by charging off looking for the rebellion?”
“I've already hunted a target.” Jaeriel said sullenly. “I can kill.”
“That's not the point!” her mother snapped. “You're a child! My child! And I am not going to see you thrown into the kriffing meat grinder of a galactic war!”
“You and dad fought in the last one!” Jaeriel protested. “You're both war heroes even if you won't admit it!”
“We're not heroes Jaeriel.” her father said before her mother could shout her down again. “We're survivors, and we've survived by avoiding attention.”