Pneumatics hiss as the ships ramp lowered, letting dim sunlight wash over Lyria's face. A small smile grew on her full lips. She had been gone from Nevarro for about a year now and she had to admit that she missed this dusty little rock. She called her thanks to the pilot and stepped down the ramp until her boots crunched lightly on black sand, following the path that lead in to town. A dry breeze fluttered through the thick black cloak she wore and tousled her dark hair. She pulled the cloak more tightly around her shoulders as she passed under the high stone gate, giving a swift nod to the guard who stood watch next to it.
Nevarro had changed significantly since she last came; people were milling about the streets, lively chatter filled the air, and an overall sense of ease lay over the town. She stopped short as a herd of children scurried across her path, giggling and screeching as they played, and Lyria couldn't help but smile. She liked this new Nevarro.
"There she is! There's my favorite little warrior!" a deep rumble of laughter sounded to her right and she turned to face a dark-skinned man. "I almost thought you weren't coming back this time, girl."
"Caught a few bounties for the folks on Trandosha that took a little longer than expected. What happened here Karga? Things look so" she paused to look at the bustling life around them, "normal."
"Let's just say we cleaned up some old Empire trash that was lying around. And it's Magistrate now." He showed off the robes he wore, winking at her. "Come with me, have a drink!"
Greef Karga led her into the bar a couple streets down, grabbed them a table and a couple of drinks, his face growing serious as she began to sip hers. The air inside the bar was thick, with hushed voices lulling low all around them. They were quickly hushed when two Ithorians in the corner of the bar stood suddenly, drawing their blasters. As the shot echoed through the bar and a body thudded to the floor, the patrons resumed their conversations, completely unfazed by the act of violence. The woman shrugged and took another swig of her drink, turning back to face her friend. She studied Karga's face as he sat across from her: the new wrinkles that had been drawn around his eyes, the short gray hairs that had sprouted around his straight line his mouth now formed. Lyria's gentle smile fell, seeing and feeling his tension. He shifted his glass between his hands and took a hard swallow of his drink, glancing around the bar.
"What's wrong?" the woman's gray eyes dragged slowly from the man's fidgety hands to the concerned look on his face.
"I-uh" the door to the bar slid open to the left of the table and two armor-clad figures stepped in. "Please just don't be upset with me, Lyria. They just want to talk to you."
Lyria bristled as she saw the all-too-familiar helmet and beskar combination, her stomach churned as she recognized the blue and white patterns adorning the metal. She shot a glare at Karga as she quickly downed the rest of her mead, turning to the pair of Mandalorians and unclipping the silver buckle of her cloak, letting it fall from her shoulders. "I don't want to talk. I have nothing to say to them."
Her fingers brushed the blaster on her hip as the pair approached her, their glovedhands help up. Their beskar glinted in the light as they took another step, Lyria's blaster was drawn and aimed at the one on the left.
"Not another step." Lyria's voice was low, a warning as her finger rested on the trigger.
The Mandalorian scoffed and shook her head, rolling her shoulders, "I guess we're doing this the hard way."
With one swift kick, Lyria's blaster was knocked from her hand and skittered across the hard floor of the bar. The dark haired woman jabbed at the Mandalorian's side where there was a gap in her armor and continued to target the weak spots on the warrior, not without taking a few blows of her own. The other Mandalorian grabbed her elbows from behind and pulled her arms behind her back. She turned her now bloodied face to him and kicked swiftly back at his knee, causing him to drop her arms. The other was now on her though, landing hits to Lyria's unprotected torso as she shrunk down.
With a scream, Lyria threw out her hands, an invisible field pushing her attacker away from her. The Mandalorian woman hit the floor, momentarily stunned and giving Lyria enough time to stand to her full height, her open hand reaching out toward the woman on the floor. The Mandalorian sputtered and grasped at her neck as Lyria's hand slowly formed a fist. The armored woman began to levitate, her gasping becoming louder and more frantic, feet kicking out at the air beneath her. Just as the noise stopped, a hard thunk came to the back of Lyria's head from the unattended Mandalorian and her vision went dark.