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It didn’t take ten seconds after they entered the atmosphere that a targeted missile struck the side of their transport shuttle. Alarms blared. Red light flashed across her vision, rattled after the sudden jolt in the ship’s descent. How easily the mission had gone sideways. What was supposed...

Trudging through the snow-capped forest, Song took a quick look at the sky, watching as the sun faded behind the clouds like fire behind smoke. Night was approaching, and they didn’t have long to find shelter—or their target. Telos had once been the site of a heated battle between the Jedi and...

At this point, she and the cold were inseparable. First Krownest, then Scipio, and now Rothana. Yet another planet covered in ice and snow. Song had to wonder if this was fate, and she was simply destined to visit every icy rock in the galaxy until her dying breath. All she needed was to trudge...

Nevarro was among the last places Song would have liked to be. Covered in lava fields and stretches of black, molten rock, it was hard to say what there was to admire about it, especially with raptor-like creatures lurking in the night. But there were many stories of this derelict world, of old...

If Song had to describe her descent into Scipio’s atmosphere in one word, it was chaotic. Short of a nightmare, really. Her ship was in complete disarray. Worst of all, she was side by side with Valerie fucking Kryze. During situations like these, she’d learned the Mandalorian was not very...

The shot had come out of nowhere, throwing the Fang-class transport aside like a tidal wave might a sailboat, before it hurled to the ground and shattered against the pines. Song only remembered the alarms screaming in her ears, the flashing lights across the cockpit dashboard, and the sound of...

Song crouched low among the underbrush. Pine needles prickled her armor, and the snow-capped trees above her head loomed in the deep silence of Krownest’s eternal winter. A pair of binoculars in hand, she stared out to the encampment waiting near the foot of the mountain, studying the guards...

This thread takes place after Kill Your Heart, and months before Circle of Life. Kanan had suggested he could stay inside the hull, wrap up in a sleeping bag and wait for the worst to die down, but Song wouldn’t have it. For him to remain under lock and key in a ship he spent days traveling in...

Song Wren bumped through the crowded street toward her destination, keeping her pistol close and her gilded knife closer. It was another night in Taris’ urban sprawl, and the air hung thick with the smell of spice and bilge water. Refinery smoke smeared the night sky in a briny haze, and...

Kyr’amur gar kar’ta. Kill your heart. It was an ancient Mandalorian proverb. A belief that a warrior should never let their heart stand in the way of what needed to be done—to kill it if they must. Sentiment was weakness, and weakness had no place in battle. No place in the task at hand...

“We’re almost there,” she said to Kanan through the husky voice of her modulator, evening sunlight reflecting off the beskar of her armor. She stepped over the root of a willow tree, through thick juniper bushes, and across the stones of a gurgling stream. Nothing would stop her on the way to...

Kanan was laughing. A smile split in his face in two, and in his hand was a glass full of spotchka. He was telling her a story, but she didn’t know what. His words came out jumbled and unintelligible, and yet, it didn’t matter. She could still hear his voice, see his face, taste the drink in...

Song sat in the backseat of the landspeeder Threepio had stolen back in Coronet City. For all her Mandalorian ways, she had her seatbelt on tight around her waist. She didn’t trust the droid for a second when it came to driving. They had nearly crashed into a passing swoop bike, almost ran over...

Another day, another hunt. It had been several weeks since she last took in the young woman she met on Hoth: Sera Jex. Although their relationship was strictly professional, a bounty hunting partnership rather than a bond between a Mandalorian and her foundling, Song knew the young woman was...

Song hated Jakku. This was her third tour on the planet, and she wasn’t sure why she kept coming back. It was a desert wasteland, covered in the wreckage of past battles, ruled by competing scavenger crews and harmless pirates. Out of all her visits, none of them went the way they should have...

Rain blanketed the cityscape. On the windshields of passing speeders, over neon-lit advertisements plastered on every tower, onto the matted heads of uncaring bystanders. The Mandalorian was one of those bystanders. The only difference was that she had on a real mask, than the kind everyone else...

Night had come. Song entered the dark abandoned factory with careful steps. She swept her blaster, and the flashlight attached to the barrel, across the wide room. It had formerly been used to build assassin droids, ship parts and pieces from the Imperial era. Old crates were scattered all...

Her ship touched down in the grasslands of Dantooine, beside a thick-stumped tree and a downhill stream, the water translucent as it ran to a small settlement in the distance. Once out of her ship, Song casually followed the stream into town, her armor reflecting the single sun and set of moons...

There was something else with the Night Market. Neon string lights ran from one stall to the next, hand in hand with the musk of spotchka and smell of smoking claw fish and deep-fried frog. Song was tempted for a taste, but as long as she was Mandalorian, the helmet wasn’t coming off. Besides...

Another day, another hunt. Song was after a new bounty. The leader of a small-time scavenging crew on the desert planet of Jakku. It wasn’t the first time she was there, though she damned hoped it would be the last. She had crashed the last time there pursuing the wrong bounty, and though she...