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Val didn't feel the relief that Song expressed. Even though the physical danger was behind them as the adrenaline bled out of her body, she was left with the sudden reality that she had nearly died flying a ship into a Sith to save a fellow Mandalorian. Wrapping her mind around that thought was...

Val was already on it, swinging the guns around to face their pursuers. She counted twelve of them, all ordinary TIEs, though some looked to be First Order model. Those would be a problem. Energy lanced out from their ship and crashed into one of the nearest ones, which went up in a ball of gas...

The best Mandalorian she could have ever met? Well, that was a stretch. But who was she to rain on Song's parade? The praise made Val's heart flutter, and she supposed that was all that mattered. Following Song's line of sight, she too saw the TIE interceptor—the only ship that had been...

The Sith barely made out the words murmured into the comlink hidden in the Mandalorian's helmet. Yet, he sensed the shift in her demeanor. Gone was her need to escape, replaced by something else. Acceptance, perhaps. Resolve. It did not matter. Her reflected her determination, empowered by her...

Val had hoped too much that Song's fight with the Sith would be over by now. She had to act if she wanted to get them out of here before the doors closed, so she did the only thing she knew how to do. She did something batshit crazy. Which was to say she pointed the guns of Song's ship at the...

The Sith's weapon was in his hand faster than Song could close the distance. Supernatural speed guided him and its bloodshine blade burst to life just before her new weapon reached his chest. The blade of beskar was formidable, but it could only meet a lightsaber evenly. It could not short one...

If the Sith was moved by Song's threats, Val could not say. Cloaked in darkness, the creature raised its head to observe the woman who had addressed him. His armor made it nearly impossible to see what species he belonged to, but even without the Force, Val could sense the coldness staring out...

A Sith. Val had not met one. She avoided them. When news reached her about Darth Raze’s visit to Mandalore, she ignored that too. The Sith were bad business. Or, rather, bad for business. But what in all the hells was one doing on Scipio? Val watched Song brandish her weapon and scamper off to...

“See?!” Val shouted over the roar of the icy wind. “This is much faster.” She wasn’t wrong. The impound hanger loomed ahead. They had saved minutes, maybe hours, of cutting through Muuns, ducking into halls, and bringing more guards down on them while they weaved through the building towards...

Putting her armor back on was like regrowing a layer of missing skin. She sometimes took off the helmet, when it suited her, but the armor usually never left her but to sleep at night. This past day in prison had been the longest she had been outside it since she was a girl, and she never wanted...

Val caught the proffered beskad awkwardly and had to adjust her grip to avoid dropping it. She had expected guns. Blasters. Anything that involved plasma and burning and death. Swords weren’t her style; but she supposed they were going to have to be if they wanted to hack their way out of this...

Val was livid not for the first time that day. Guards were flooding the tower, she was stuck in a too tight ventilation shaft, and there was no bloody sign of the suchka of Wren yet. Of course, she’d had no time to confirm Song had made it into the vault containing their missing weapons and...

Val sniffed herself and had to restrain a recoil. She did smell. Probably worse than she’d ever smelled. But she wasn’t about to let Song have the last word on that. She looked her once over before fixating her gaze on Wren’s hair. “When you fix that skeever’s nest, you can comment about how I...

“Jump?” Val nearly went cross-eyed. First, her hands had nearly been baked off her arms. Then the Muuns called in a damn bomb squad to kill her, and now she was supposed to jump. Val looked down. You were never supposed to look down, and she regretted it the instant she did. There was a wide...

Val was much less graceful emerging from the shaft. Nothing like the fear of impending disintegration to motivate one’s ass to move. She exploded from its open mouth after Song, plunging her hands into the cold snow for sweet relief. She almost expected steam to sizzle up from the ruin of her...

The door was jammed. That was the good news. There was shouting outside. So, that was probably bad. But Song, crazy bat that she was, was headed up the incinerator shaft; and Val was dead certain no one was following them up there. None one sane, that is. Val wasted no time snatching up...

Val thrived on chaos. As the lunch room erupted, oxygen filled her muscles and she exploded forward towards the doors. It didn’t take much to slip past the advancing tide, but they were hardly the ones she needed to worry about. She punched ahead into the hall and broke into a run towards the...

“Depends on how you define ‘climbing,'” Val replied, glancing sideways at today’s male-servant with a crooked grin. Then, she sighed, because she knew what Song actually meant. “I suppose if I’m needed on the roof, I’ll be able to get myself up there.” She reached across the table then and...

Val was at home. Shocked the hell out of her to learn it, too. She had thought she would hate prison life, and she did. Being confined was so terribly restrictive. But that wasn’t to say it came without perks. She had her feet up on the cafeteria table and was being fanned by a man she had...

Their victory was short-lived. Yes, they had cleared the avalanche and spared themselves a pulverizing death. But this flying calamity wasn’t making it passed the Muuns. A cluster of ships appeared outside Song’s viewport and almost at once the light on the communicator in the cockpit was...