After the fall of the Empire a certain group of Mandalorians went into hiding, before the collapse of Mandalore they were known as the Death Watch, but now they were just another group of proud Mandalorians that were still practicing their ways. While on a mission, one of the masked Mandalorians came across one of their own who was close to death. They were not from the same tribe but does it really matter anymore? Regardless, the warrior was taken in and nursed back to health. Due to the traditions of the old ways, they never removed the warriors' helmet.

After she started to feel better, enough to walk, she started to explore the cave system. In the distance, she heard a muffled banging sound, one that reminded her of the great forge of her home. She slowly made her way towards the sound. Once she was there, she leaned against the wall, looking inside. She saw a female Mandalorian inside. Her back was turned towards the opening to the cave. The injured Mandalorian looked at her for a few moments, her eyes watching the Armorers movements with every strike of her hammer. She took a few steps closer, her eyes not leaving that of the back of the woman before her. The Armorer sensed something, and she turned, her helmet not revealing anything as she looked at the Mandalorian whom she had only seen once, in the medcave, unconscious. The Armorer sat down her hammer and took a few steps closer to the masked woman. Her voice was calm and collected as she spoke.

"Exploring, are we?"

The Armorer looked at the woman before her. She was not of the same clan. That part was obvious. The Armorer felt something, like a twist in her gut, as she kept the woman's gaze. It was a feeling she had kept hidden for such a long time. At first, she didn't know what to think of it, and then she felt something twitch in between her legs. Oh no. This wasn't good.