Author's Note: Greetings from a Galaxy Far, Far, Away. This is my character's story in the Star Wars universe. Star Wars is owned by Disney and LucasArts. I claim no rights to the characters of Star Wars and simply wrote this for fun. Fun illustrated images will be showing up on Deviant Art under Diana Hart Voices. Feel free to check it out when they come out. Thanks for reading. (Some words are in Mando'a, the Mandalorian Language, there is a translator available on google.)

Chapter 9

"We're starting the landing procedures," Meric called back to Trisk. "Be sure to cover up. We're landing in a blizzard."

"You remember that my home world and people are on Ice Planets?" She called up to him.

"Still," he responded. "You also might want to hide your broach. Were landing in an Imperial base, we don't want anyone to see Jedi symbols."

"Got it!"

Meric lowered the ship some more and pressed a few more buttons. "What's your plan when you see this guy?"

"Nothing."

"Meaning you haven't thought of anything?" He asked.

She countered. "Meaning I'm not going to do anything."

He was a little confused but didn't say anything more until he phrased things correctly. "This man disowned you. Why do you want to see him again?"

She was silent for a while, figuring out the answer for herself. "I guess I want to see if anything has changed. I highly doubt it though."

"Why do you say that?"

"The Chiss are very proud people." She explained. "They don't like saying they are wrong. Once they make a decision, they hardly ever change their mind."

Meric listened. "I haven't seen that with you."

"That's because I was exiled at the age of five. Shortly after I was taken in by the Jedi and learned a new lifestyle." She clarified.

The ship came to a halt as the feet touched the ground. Meric finished the procedures to shut the ship down. Once he completed, he stood up and walked back to join Trisk. She had on a coat with a hood, and a scarf around her neck. Meric grabbed his helmet and placed it on his head.

"Don't you want something more than that?" Trisk pointed at his usual armor.

He lifted his gauntlet and showed her one of the buttons. "This creates a heat regulation in my armor, I should be fine. What about you, doesn't that seem a little light?"

"I'll be fine."

He nodded and placed his hand on the button that opened the door. A sudden burst of cold wind entered the area. Trisk pulled up her scarf over the lower half of her face and lifted her hood to cover her head. Once the door opened, Meric grabbed Trisk's arm and helped guide her though the storm to the cover of the base.

Once they were safely in the base, both let out a breath of relief. At the time, they wouldn't be able to do much searching for Trokl. The blizzard made it impossible to do any tracking at the time. They had to wait it out for the time being.

One of the troopers walked up to them. "Meric?"

Meric nodded.

"Who's this?" He indicated towards Trisk with his blaster.

"My assistant."

"Right." The trooper responded. "Please follow me."

He turned and walked away. Trisk and Meric followed close behind as he guided them to a separate room, where some Imperial Officers waited. Once they entered the room, the officers looked at them. Upon seeing the small bit of Trisk's face, they knew she was a Chiss. They didn't hide their disapproval.

"Hunter," The leader greeted them. "We have been contacted by the Commander who hired you. We are to help you in any way possible in finding Trokl."

"I won't need much." Meric explained. "For now, shelter will do as we wait out the blizzard."

The leader nodded. "Very well. I would like to discuss in more detail about Trokl, but I would request that your alien friend to wait outside the room."

Trisk noticed his fist squeezed tighter as he responded. "What's wrong with her being here?"

She lifted her hand and touched his arm. "It's okay."

Without waiting for any arguments, she walked out of the room and waited by the door while Meric talked with the other Officers. She kept her hood up and her scarf covering her face, it meant less people having a chance to recognize her. While she waited, she noticed how the other troopers would occasionally glance her way. This was what she mostly dealt with after the Jedi Order was destroyed. A lot of strange faces looking at her with distrust.

Meric joined her a little while after and caught her attention by bumping her arm with his hand. He nodded towards a destination and began to walk, Trisk following behind him. After a short walk, they found themselves in a simple room meant for higher authorities to bunk while they stayed. It was vacant at the time, so Meric was given approval to use it for the time he would be there.

"I seriously wanted to punch each of them." Meric admitted.

Trisk laughed. "Careful, they might hear you."

Sitting down he leaned forward and looked at her. "They have no right to treat you like that. You have done nothing to them."

"Prejudice." She confirmed. "Even the Chiss have it. I'm use to it."

"You shouldn't have to be use to it."

Trisk sat down next to him and placed a hand on his shoulder. "Don't worry. We won't be here too long. Once we find Trokl, we can leave and never have to see them again."

Meric let out a sigh and reached and placed his hand on top of hers. It was a simple gesture, but he hoped that it would indicate that he still cared about his friend. The blizzard wasn't letting up anytime soon, and they had to simply wait until they could continue their search.

Some time passed, and the storm had died down. Meric and Trisk stood that the opening of the base, preparing to search the frozen wasteland. Trisk waited silently as Meric finished talking to the Officers. She still wasn't welcome, which she could tell was getting on the Mandalorian's nerves.

He finished talking to them and walked over to her. Placing a hand on her back, he guided her outside of the base. He wanted to get away from there soon. He had dealt with prejudice before, but he still hated it. Especially with it pointed at his friend. It wasn't a foreign topic to Mandalorians. They had their pride, but they had adopted others outside of their own into their clans before. Most of the time, when someone had shown that they had the heart of a Mandalorian, the respect for them instantly grew. That's what happened with Trisk.

Meric trusted her, and respected her. Any prejudice he had for her before was gone. Probably the biggest distrust for Mandalorians was with Jedi. A war between them and the Mandalorians stemmed a long lasting grudge against the Jedi for his people. He use to have the same thoughts, but that changed when he got to know Trisk.

He had associated all Jedi with a group that had long died off. That was a mistake that Meric did not intend to do again. Though he considered himself more open minded than most Mandalorians, he didn't push it past him for looking down on people he didn't know.

"What are you thinking about?" Trisk's voice broke into his thoughts.

He glanced over at her. "Just annoyed at how they are treating you."

She looked closer at him. "There's more going on in there."

He stopped and looked down at her. "Then why don't you use your Jedi powers to make me tell you?"

He saw her eyes smile as she caught his sarcasm. "I can't, remember?"

Meric laughed before they began walking again towards the open ice land of Hoth. He looked over the horizon and brought up a map on his wrist. It displayed the last known location of the target. Looking out and at their position, he pointed the direction they needed to go.

"That way." He directed. "We best be careful. This planet has Wampa."

Trisk nodded and went that direction, but once she stepped off the path of compacted snow, her leg sunk through. Meric grabbed the back of her coat and pulled her back up.

"Maybe we should see about getting some Tawn Tawn." He said with humor in his voice. "Otherwise I'll be digging you out of snow this whole contract."

"Good idea." She agreed.