The night was heavy with the scent of damp metal and dust, as the bustling city on the fringe of the galaxy rumbled beneath her boots. The sky was streaked with flashes of neon, but even that couldn’t distract her from the constant tension that had begun to weave itself into her every step. She was no longer just a woman—she was a target. Her blood, rare and powerful, could heal almost anything. A single drop was worth more than any bounty, more than any life. And that made her a commodity in the most dangerous parts of the galaxy.

Since her early years, she had been shuffled from one place to the next, hidden away in the shadows of protection. She hadn’t lived a life of freedom, always under the watchful eyes of those sent to keep her safe. But tonight—tonight felt different. Tonight, she would finally slip away.

Her bodyguard, was just a few paces behind her, silent as always, his beskar armor glinting in the faint lights of the alleyway. He’d never asked for this job—he was a bounty hunter, not a babysitter—but somewhere along the way, he’d learned the importance of guarding those who couldn’t guard themselves.

“Stay close,” Mando’s gravelly voice broke through the silence

His helmet tilted slightly, as though studying her. He didn’t speak, but she could feel the weight of his gaze. He knew better. She wasn’t just a normal person—her blood was too precious, too dangerous. And the galaxy would always come for her.

The sound of blaster fire echoed in the distance, a reminder of how close the danger always was. Mando’s hand went instinctively to his blaster, a reflex born from years of training.

She didn’t want to break whatever little trust she had with him… but wasn’t it always better to ask for forgiveness instead of permission (not like he’d give either)

She’s an adult dammit! She should just. Do. It