A/N: I was encouraged to write a rare pair, and given my love of Mandalorians, Torian sprang to mind. Then it sort of erupted into a full story like thing.

Hunt Log: Side Notes and Journals
First sighting: Hoth

The first time I laid eyes on the scruffy, blonde haired Mandalorian was on Hoth. I'd been contacted by an old friend, a woman whose children had grown up down the docks from me. I remember when Wanda told me that she planned to enter the Great Hunt. "Braden's a good man, he looks after this old woman, and needs a champion." The former pirate spat before continuing. "I'm still the best shot to ever come out of Rishi. And, I'm doing this for my kids."

Wanda had just buried her last surviving son. All four had succumbed to a life of crime that left no room for mercy. Where most mothers might have withered, Wanda pulled herself up and joined the deadliest game in the galaxy. Then, she'd lost Braden. I often wondered if maybe it was her final act, a sort of suicide run that would let her go out in a blaze of glory. Force knows, the woman could use some peace.

Sadio stood in the hanger with arms wrapped around her body. "Why did you call me to this hell hole again?" She tugged the fur lined hood further over her face and grimaced. The surface was rumored to be a lot colder, a claim that Sadio had no intention of testing. She huddled in the docking bay with the rest of the pilots and added to their murmured curses.

Wanda cackled like only old women could. "Come on, baby, you're not afraid of a little snow, are you?" Sadio glared from within a ring of fur and insulation, which made Wanda laugh harder.

"Is there enough room in there for me?" Sadio had to turn her entire body to see Mako. She knew the girl well enough to like her. Mako had become Bradan's ward some years back, and Sadio hadn't been the least surprised when Wanda took over as custodian after his death.

"Sure." Opening the front of her parka, Sadio waved for the Makor to hurry in before snapping it back around her. Had Mako not been a slip of a girl, it probably wouldn't have worked because Sadio made up for all the space that Mako didn't occupy.

The two girls shivered together, leaving Sadio to wonder how Mako hadn't succumbed to hypothermia yet with so little body fat on her. Meanwhile, Wanda shook her head and studied the details for her next target. "You bring the extra ammo?"

Sadio nodded, her chattering teeth snapped together when she bumped her chin on Mako's head. The scary part being that she was too cold to tell whether the action had hurt. "Everything's aboard the Medallion. Just gotta get one of these grunts to unload it for you."

Wanda nodded, looking around the room for said peon. "You need to get yourself a grunt of your own. A good man to do all the loading and unloading." The older woman slid hazel eyes in Sadio's direction. "Someone to make sure no one's taking advantage of my girl."

Sadio rolled her eyes. "That's why I carry these." She wiggled her hips, almost dislodging Mako from the warmth of her shared coat. The slicer mumbled, then settled into siphoning off Sadio's body heat again.

Wanda turned full on, hands on hips, and both girls groaned in the lieu of the speech they knew was coming. While Sadio tuned out Wanda's lecture on why she needed a proper husband, a group of Mandalorians entered on the far side of the room to distract her.

As a smuggler, Sadio gained connections to all sorts of clientele. However, it was her status with the hermit like Mandalorians that she took pride in. Few had the sort of ties to the warrior race that she did without being initiated into their ranks. While Sadio didn't have unconditional access, it gave her insight into the culture and language. It also provided her with a shipload of credits whenever they hosted a hunt. Sadio delivered weapons, supplies, and rations all over the galaxy. She even had a stake in the winner, though, she'd never admit out loud that Wanda wasn't her first choice.

Following the new arrival's progress across the hangar, Sadio absently focused on the one who broke away from the group. Wanda still chattered in the background, having moved on to the importance of children, then derailed into a story about one of her boys. Curiosity made Sadio stare; made her want to see what features hid beneath the stoic visor of beskar'gam.

A mop of shaggy, blonde hair appeared, and Sadio smirked when the boy connected to it ran his gloved fingers through the unruly strands. The effect was a lot of volume sticking out at strange angles. She watched as the man, probably no more than nineteen or twenty, searched box labels. Even so young, he probably already had a wife and couple of kids. His lips pursed when he didn't find what he was looking for, then his attention settled on her.

Sadio's breath caught. She'd never seen a clearer pair of blue eyes, and though he wore a stern expression, there were laugh lines hidden in the creases. "Hot damn," she breathed before she could stop herself. Wanda stopped mid-sentence to glare at Sadio. Even Mako angled her head to better see the smuggler.

"Who's that?" Sadio asked with a subtle nod. The Mandalorian must have sensed that he was the topic of their interest, because he started towards them.

Wanda's features lit up. "Torian, my boy!" She called, waving him closer.

Torian's countenance softened. "Su cuy'gar, ori'vod," he answered. Sadio felt a shudder laze up her spine. Torian didn't have one of those boisterous voices that carried over a room like so many other men. His was husky, soft. Damn, some mando woman was lucky to have snagged him.

Wanda clapped Torian on the shoulder before turning to Sadio, who hoped that she was still properly hidden within her parka. She wouldn't be ready to speak face to face with a specimen like him until after she'd applied makeup. "I met this kid on Dromund Kaas a while back," Wanda said with another sturdy pat. "He was out there huntin' a big ole' beastie."

"One that you claimed," Torian reminded Wanda with a coy smirk. He crossed his arms. "Left us sitting outside the cave looking like fools."

Wanda waved her hand. "Yeah well, girl's gotta eat, right? Anyway, he's a real sweetheart." The woman set her sights on Sadio, head tipped to one side. "Torian, somewhere in all that jacket is my girl, Sadio. She might have swallowed Mako, too."

Mako's hand appeared in the small hole left by the hood. "Hey, Torian."

The boy looked started for a moment, then huffed a light laugh. "Pleased to meet you."

Oh, Sadio thought, manners too. The good ones were always taken.

Without waiting for a reply, Torian sighed. "I'm looking for a manifest for a ship called the Lost Medallion. Seen it dock yet?" He stood on his toes to sweep the hangar again, and Sadio cringed.

"That's me," she replied in a tone that sounded a lot smaller than she would have liked. Had Sadio not spent so much time complaining about the cold, Torian wouldn't have had to come down to find his gear.

Bright, blue eyes blinked, then a slow smile curled Torian's lips. "Looks like my luck's turning."

"Trail gone cold?" Wanda asked. When Torian nodded, she turned to Sadio, or maybe Mako, or both. "Torian and the boys are out here huntin' whitefangs, but their migration started early. A lot of trappers are finding it hard to meet their quota."

"So, you probably want to resupply and get back out there, huh?" Sadio shuffled her feet in a warning that Mako didn't read. When Torian nodded, she sighed. "Alright, Mako. Time to get to work."

"But, I'm warm," the girl whined, holding the parka closed so that Sadio had to eject her by force. Mako stumbled into the cold, thumping against Torian's chestplate. "Hey!"

Torian steadied Mako with hands on her shoulders, another low chuckle escaping when he righted her. Sadio ignored them both and trudged back to her ship. "Okay, come on. I'll show you to your kit." She paused, lifting the hood just enough so that Torian could see her eyes. "But, you're unloading it on your own."