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 25

"I'm wondering if you two could make a trip to my ship." A large man asked over the holo-terminal. "I would like to have this more official."

"We'll head over right away, Mandalore." Meric answered.

Mandalore nodded and the call ended.

Meric turned to Trisk. "So, it will be official."

"That took longer than we thought." Trisk admitted.

Meric shrugged. "He's a very busy man. Considering he's in charge of a military forces and leads an entire peoples."

"We should get going then." She pointed to the cockpit. "We don't want to keep him waiting."

Meric nodded and they blasted off towards Mandalore's ship, the Teragon. After awhile in hyperspace, they slowed to a stop and went towards the large ship. Landing in the docking bay, Trisk and Meric exited the Vanguard and were guided to Mandalore's office.

He waited with a smile on his face and greeted them with a booming voice. "Welcome Meric, it's been a while since I last spoke to you in person. And this is Trisk?"

Meric nodded. "My wife."

"Even better!" He exclaimed. "I am proud that such a warrior has married one of my favorite soldiers."

"And it is an honor to meet you Mandalore." Trisk said with a bow of her head.

He sat down in his chair, and indicated for them to sit as well. "No need to be so formal with me. I have been wanting to meet you since I heard so much about you from Meric and his clan. They did nothing but praise you."

"So I keep getting told," she stated and looked over to him. "I always feel though that the praise is speaking too highly of me."

"I wouldn't be too worried." Mandalore stated. "Now, getting down to the specifics, Vata's adoption of you was very different from what usually happens. Adoptions of siblings is very rare and do need to go through me to be official. Normally, an adoption is one of a parent to a child, not sibling to sibling."

Trisk nodded, understanding the situation.

"Another thing is your Jedi past," Mandalore continued. "You'll find that many Mandalorians don't sympathize with Jedi. I'm certain Meric has told you of the battle between Jedi and Mandalorians that happened in the past. This causes some reason to worry."

"I understand." Trisk stated. "I actually talked to Meric about it already, and I decided it would be best for me, in time, to hide my Jedi past and Force Abilities. It would be safer for me in the end because I have some high up Imperials targeting me. I don't want my family in danger because of me."

Mandalore held up his hand. "You don't have to drop your past completely, Vata gave you her armor correct?" Once Trisk confirmed it, he continued. "You can paint that armor to be however you want it to look. So, if you want you can put elements of your past on it. No one will question it because the only one who knows the meaning of your armor will be you and Meric."

A slight relieved look came to Trisk's face and she nodded.

"And considering your riduur is a bounty hunter and part of our military, danger will always be there. But I understand what you mean." Mandalore answered. "How long do you think you will need until you are able to leave that past?"

Trisk dropped her head. "I'm not certain. Commander Thrawn is the one after me, and he's been after me for about a decade now. He won't stop until he thinks I'm dead or join him."

"You will need to fake your death." Mandalore stated. "And with you being a Jedi, you need to do it in such a way that Thrawn will believe it. So, we can't do something simple."

Trisk nodded.

"As well as," Meric jumped in. "When she was in his custody they did some sort of surgery on her arm. We don't know why?"

Mandalore held out his hand, and Trisk held out her arm for him to examine. "They probably put something in there. And I think they would do it in such a way that our technology wouldn't be able to tell what it is. I would suggest that you be careful and look for any patterns that happen from here on out until you can figure out what it is."

They both nodded in agreement.

"Well, now that that's cleared up." Mandalore clapped his hands. "Trisk, Ni kyr'tayl gai sa'ad. I know your name as my child. With this, your adoption is official. Welcome to the Mandalorians."

Trisk smiled and nodded, gaining a playful punch to the arm from her husband. Mandalore stood up, causing the other two to follow. He extended his hand to Trisk, and shook it with a firm grip. He did the same with Meric before leading them to the door of his office.

"Keep me updated on what's going on." He asked them. "I want to know what's up."

"Yes, Sir." Meric responded and walked with his wife back to the ship.

They boarded and left the larger ship, flying into the darkness of space. After a while of flying, Meric set the ship on a cruising speed while they figured out what to do next.

"How about we see if there's any bounties?" Trisk offered.

Meric thought about it and turned his seat to look at his wife. "I've been thinking about that. What if I stopped being a bounty hunter?"

She blinked. "What? But you love bounty hunting."

"I wouldn't use the word love," he explained. "I liked it for the challenge. But bounty hunting was always a morally dirty job. I always saw myself as more of a military fighter, and that's something you have more experience with as well."

"Are you sure?"

He reached over and placed his hand on hers. "It would mean that you are safer because you wouldn't be traveling with a bounty hunter. We can focus on finding those who need help. Protecting those who can't protect themselves. The Jedi way."

Trisk smiled. "I like that idea."

A lot of time had passed, and Trisk and Meric were starting to gain an understanding of what Thrawn had implanted in her arm. Over the course of a year or two, Trisk and Meric had gone to several different systems and planets to help those who needed it. They helped some smugglers who were supplying some rebel groups. They provided a solution to a civil problem on Botajef. And even helped some rebel troopers on another planet.

But they noticed that wherever they went, Thrawn wasn't too far behind. The concluded that whatever was implanted in Trisk's arm, was some sort of tracker that allowed for Thrawn to follow them through space. And every planet they went to, he would conquer to benefit the Empire. The smugglers were whipped out. A political problem that already was on Botajef had been ratified by Thrawn. The rebel troopers were killed once Thrawn found them.

He was using them to benefit the Empire. And both Trisk and Meric knew they had to figure something out to stop them. Meric had been on several calls with his clan brothers to find solutions, and he felt he was close to a break through.

"I know someone on Batonn who may be able to help." A Mandalorian said through the call. "A technical genius. He may be able to tell what's in your wife's arm, and know a way to fix it."

"Send us the location, and let him know we are coming." He stated. "We will be there soon."

Meric ended the call and walked to the cockpit, passing his wife on the way.

She followed. "You think this one will work?"

"I hope so." He answered as he set the coordinates on the map and made his way to the planet.

He was ready for this battle with Thrawn to be over. Thought there was a fear that that battle would end with someone losing their life. He didn't want that to happen to his wife. Deep down he also didn't want it to happen to himself so he could have more time with her, but he would prefer that she lived and he died if that were to happen.

He felt a hand on his shoulder. He looked up from the view of hyperspace and grabbed his wife's hand. She gave him a half smile and brushed her fingers against his cheek.

"You're doing it again." She teased.

He cocked an eyebrow. "Doing what?"

"Worrying too much." She squeezed his hand. "We will figure this out. And beat Thrawn. Soon, we will be able to just relax."

"And start a family?" He smiled.

She giggled. "Yes, and start a family. But we may need to adopt. Though Chiss are thought to be evolved forms of humans, we aren't completely certain if we are compatible."

Meric looked a little disappointed. "I want a little red eyed girl though."

Trisk laughed. "We can try though. I promise."

He smiled and kissed her hand before turning back to the controls, flying them towards Batonn.