Prisa Dax Tersu was eight and the center of attention at the Matno farm. Since Lenore and Unit 56 had arrived, the farm had become known as a refugee center for displaced citizens from the civil war. People from every walk of life trickled in and out, which is why Lenore insisted on showing Prisa the basics of self defense and how to handle a blaster. Rya, her mother, was not pleased her eight year old could name the various series of weaponry she once used to fight against the Empire with, but she had to admit her sister-in-law had a point. It was better for the girl to know these things than to be at someone else's mercy.

Prisa was a natural shot. It wasn't long until she could hit targets meters away. Lenore knew it was something she had gotten from her father Lee. She was unsure if Lee would have been proud or displeased of his eight year old being a bullseye. But he wasn't there, and that fact left Lenore completely devoted to ensuring the girl knew how to protect herself.

That morning, Prisa had gotten up early to go help Lenore check the sensors on the farm's perimeter. She was so excited she had rose before the suns had. She decided to walk around the yard until the others woke. She had made her way to the large tree Lenore liked to sit under and tell her stories of her time in the Empire and traveling around the Outer Rim. Prisa loved hearing her aunt talk of all the interesting people she had come across. She wished she had more stories about her father, but she understood he was almost as much a mystery to Lenore as he was to her.

Still antsy, Prisa began to dig her hands into the earth and pull up the soil letting it sift through her fingers. She knew farming ran in her blood but there were times she found it boring. As she continued to disturb the earth she could hear Civa yelling at Besa to get up from one of the other houses they had built for their growing household. She giggled and continued to play with the dirt until she felt a prick. She frowned and examined her hand. It was a clean slice but not bad. She carefully dug around the sharp object and discovered a knife.

What was a knife doing buried under the tree?, she thought.

As the rest of the farm began to start their day she knew she needed to get back to the main house to meet her aunt. She scooped the knife up and placed it in her vest pocket and ran toward the main house.

"Besa, Civa, did you patch up the roof on the west side of the barn?" Lenore asked as she approached the pen of blurrg around the corner from the main house.

"Not yet," Besa answered.

"We would have by now, if Besa didn't take so long to get up in the morning," Civa complained. The two soldiers still couldn't see eye to eye.

"See that it's done by the time Prisa and I get back," Lenore ignored the comment and opened up the pen, preparing one of the blurrg to ride. "Prisa! Let's go, those security sensors aren't gonna check themselves."

"Coming!" Prisa yelled running. She stopped to catch her breath and saw the other children who had come to live on the farm gathering in the side yard to play.

"You don't need to come if you want to play." Lenore said, mounting her blurrg.

"No! I want to hear about how you lost your arm! That's the one you still haven't told me," She said, running into the pen and startling the other blurrgs.

"Not today," Lenore said, pulling the reins to keep the blurrg calm.

"Hold on there Ace. Why don't you hang back and wait for your mom. I gotta talk with your aunt." Harillo walked toward the commotion.

"Well hurry up," Lenore said impatiently motioning for him to get on one of the blurrg.

"Ha ha you can't make a lothrat out of me 'Nore. I'll get the speeder," He protested. Prisa grabbed his arm.

"No! Lenore said we should save what fuel we have. Plus the blurrg are fun to ride," Prisa informed him. She had become very attached to Harillo. She followed him around almost as much as she did Lenore. She looked up at him and saw he was nervous. "Are you afraid?"

"Me? Afraid? Yes!" Harillo said half joking. He truly was not a fan of livestock.

"They're nothing to be afraid of. This one is just a young girl," she said, leading him over and petting the blurrg's nose.

"Don't you know the most fearsome thing in the galaxy is a girl? Look at you, your mom, and your aunt," he winked at her, making her giggle. "I'm just glad the three of you are on my side."

"Hey! What about me," Besa called over. "I'm a girl."

"Are you?" Civa interjected. Besa tossed a hammer at him.

"Civa shut up. Besa, that's not how you repair a roof. Rillo, enough stalling and let's go," Lenore scolded her unit. "It's a wonder how we got anything done in the Imperial Army."

"Alright Commander. Geese I don't remember you being so bossy," Hariilo teased, mounting the blurrg. Prisa opened the pen gate to let Lenore and Harillo out. She waved at them as they rode off to check the perimeter of the farm.

"Not exactly like patrolling on Coruscant huh?" Harillo commented from on top of the blurrg. Lenore was on the ground checking their security sensors. She was transferring the footage to her data pack and checking the air quality reading on the vaporators. The pollution had dissipated greatly since the Imperial Mining Companies had been pushed out of Lothal. But that also caused a lack of jobs for many Lothalites. The economy took a hit and was no longer thriving as it had during occupation, but it hadn't affected the Matno farm much. Lenore and Rya had been able to set up a self sustaining community.

"Nope. You weren't as lazy back then. Why don't you get down and help me?"

Lenore was glad Harillo and the others had decided to stay on the farm with her. It wasn't like old times. It was a new beginning. One full of peace and promise. One that she still could not fully enjoy because of the people she had lost. In the Imperial army the troopers referred to it as survivors' guilt. Lenore didn't put much stock into the idea. She felt she was responsible for the deaths that haunted her, even if everyone told her differently.

"Cus if I get off this thing I won't get back on," he said. Lenore shook her head, chuckling. Hariilo always knew how to make her laugh. "Also, in case you don't like what I have to say, I can easily ride off."

"Alright, out with it," She said standing up tucking the data pack in her jacket pocket. "We got two more sensors to check."

"Well," he began looking away. He was nervous. "Rya and I have become close."

"Is that what the kids are saying these days,"Lenore teased as she raised an eyebrow in suspicion.

"Lenore stop. I'm serious," he finally looked at her and found her grinning. "You know already don't you?"

"I put two and two together," she answered.

Rya was beautiful. Many who came across that kind of beauty were immediately drawn to her. Though it was her strength and intelligence that made people fall in love with her easily. Lenore saw the spark between Harillo and Rya immediately. After a few months she noticed he was finding any kind of excuse to spend time with her. She didn't blame him for a second. Rya was someone you enjoyed spending time with even if it was just sitting in silence which Lenore had done plenty of times.

There was an unspoken bond between Lenore and Rya. At first, she thought it was because of Lee. But the truth that held them together was they were both women who had done and seen a great deal of many things to survive in the galaxy, but from opposition ends. Neither of them judged one another for their past actions and they supported one another in their shared vision for the farm.

"We're going to get married,"Harillow finally broke the news.

"You mean she said yes? Pickings must be slim." Lenore tried to sound shocked but she wasn't. She could see Rya cared deeply for Harillo.

"I'd take offense to that if I knew you were serious," he said leaning forward. Lenore got back on her blurrg and prepared to move to the next sensor. "So you don't have a problem with this? It's not weird or anything?"

"Weird?" Lenore said, puzzled.

"Yeah," he cleared his throat. "I mean she's your brother's widow. Prisa is his kid, and you're-"

"His sister," Lenore completed his sentence. "Rillo. It shouldn't matter if I have a problem with you two or not. The only people it should concern are you, Rya, and Prisa. And for the record, no I don't have a problem with it. I'm surprised it took you guys this long to make it official."

"Really? Well, that's a relief," he relaxed. "I feel weird about it sometimes. Like I'm stealing someone else's life. Not to mention I only met the guy once and we didn't exactly have a warm encounter."

Lenore didn't say much. She had no frame of reference of what he was feeling. The closest thing was when she had the Boushh armor. She could sense the fear it struck in others when she entered a room. It was empowering. Bur Harillo wasn't feeling empowered. It sounded as though he felt guilty. That she could relate to.

"You ever come close to making it official with anyone?" He changed the subject abruptly.

"What?" Lenore was startled by the subject change. Two years had passed and she had managed to avoid the specifics of her adventures away from Unit 56. She didn't conceal the overall encounters she had had, but she did leave out the painful details. Harillo knew the most out of anyone but he also didn't push his partner. He knew she was grieving and probably always would. Whatever she had revealed to him was enough. He trusted she would confide in him when she was ready.

"Come on 'Nore," he pressed. "Nearly a decade out of the Imperial Army and there was no one that caught your fancy?"

"There was one," she admitted sadly. It pained her to think of Jord. She could still see his warm smile but it was always followed by the memory of him engulfed by dust and rubble saying, I know. No, she wasn't ready to tell this story, not even to Harillo.

"Did he break your heart?" Harillo took her silence for heartbreak. "If he did, just give us his chain code and me and the troops will teach him a lesson."

"No," Lenore said, looking seriously at him. She wanted to end the conversation.

"Her? Teach her a lesson?" Harillo asked again. Perhaps he had assumed wrong. "Don't want to make any assumptions."

"His name was Jord," Lenore chuckled and pulled up to the second security sensor. There was a litter of loth-cats that had just been born. Lenore and Harillo got down to check their vitals. All was well with the nine kittens, one of which was all white. "The mom must be out hunting."

"I told you not to feed them," Harillo said looking at the frayed wiring on the security sensor. "Now we've lost the readings and footage from this point of the perimeter."

"They keep the loth-rats away," Lenore smiled as one nuzzled her hand. She took out some food she had packed and left it beside the litter.

"You old softy," Harillo said, rewiring the sensor. "Well if you think they're cute wait until you meet your nephew."

Lenore turned immediately. "You're going to be a father?"

"Afraid so," Harillo said. "So any parental tips you got raising Wyb, do share."

"I'm so happy for you both," Lenore rushed to Harillo and hugged him tight. She was so happy. More happy than she thought she would be. A nephew on the way. Life was peaceful and full of joy but not for long as she caught sight of a Firespray-31-class patrol and attack craft - Slave I.

"What's the matter?!" Harillo raced after Lenore as she quickly jumped off the blurrg and headed to the west side of the farm. She didn't respond.

What's Fett doing on Lothal? This can't be good, she thought.

She entered the West Units and found Fett, Besa, Rol, and Civa in a standoff. Fett had three women standing behind him who also had their blasters drawn. She knew one of them was Fennec Shand, but the other two she had never met. One looked like a New Republic officer and the other a Mandalorian from her armor.

"Whoa!" Harillo exclaimed and drew his stood still trying to read the room

"Good, the cavalry has arrived,"Civa remarked. "We've got you out numbered."

"Strength is not reflected in numbers," a woman in mandalorian gear said.

"Only if you can't do math," Besa replied. Lenore exchanged looks between her unit and shook her head. Last thing she wanted was a shootout. She needed to diffuse the situation.

"You're a ways from Tatooine, Fett. Taking a day trip?" Lenore asked, remaining the only person in the room without her blaster drawn. She knew it wasn't his style to ambush those he had no feud with. "Nice to see you, Fennec. Now how about you lower your weapons and introduce us to your friends?"

"Just matching the energy in the room, little one," Fett said unyieldingly. Lenore motioned for Unit 56 to lower their weapons.

"You know this Outlander Lenore?" Rol asked in disbelief. Lenore nodded and the troopers unwillingly followed her command to lower their blasters. Harillo turned to his partner, shocked. She had left out more details about her past than he had thought. Fett motioned for his group to follow suit.

"Cara Dune, New Republic Marshall of Nevarro," Fennec introduced the woman on her right. She then motioned to the Mandalorian on her left. "Koska Reeves from the Mandalorian Night Owls."

"Dune, I've heard of you. Nice to put a face to the name." Lenore said not knowing if she knew her connections to Wyb. Reeves looked annoyed and then noticed Harillo's Imperial Emblem tattoo on his forearm.

"You never said the contact you had in mind was an Imperial Trooper," Koska said to Fett. "Bo-Katan would've never agreed to this suicide mission."

"What the Princess doesn't know won't hurt her," he responded. Kosha glared at him and walked out of the room. Fett turned his attention to Lenore. "I need your help, little one."

"Why does he keep calling her that?" Civa whispered to Rol.

"My guess is they've crossed paths before," Rol whispered back.

"I need your expertise in extraction. I need the Deliverer." Fett said. Lenore hadn't told her unit much of the Deliverer's legacy or that Fett had been the one who had taken her arm. But she knew in the last two years she was glad not to talk about it.

"I'm sorry. I don't do that anymore," she said firmly.

"Reeves is right. This is a waste of time," Cara said and left as Lenore refused.

"If your crew is hungry we can give you food. Even throw in some fuel for coming all this way," Lenore offered.

"Not the fuel!" Besa protested. Fuel prices had skyrocketed. The Spitfire had remained immobile for the last year. The fuel they were able to get they used to keep the old farming machinery going. Lenore ignored her. She wanted to be a gracious host especially since Fett was not someone you usually said no to and lived.

"Besides, if the most infamous Bounty Hunter, the top guilde assassin, a New Republic Marshall, and Mandalorian can't take whatever task is on hand I doubt I could be of any service."

"Sounds like the beginning of a bad catina joke," Civa muttered. Besa smirked. He had a good point.

"Mando's in trouble," Fett said. Lenore sighed.

What trouble has he gotten himself into now?, she thought.

Her run-in with the Sevvets had nearly cost her and Wyb their lives. It did however cost her her arm.

"Might I remind you that Mando is the reason you kept your life and only lost your arm?" He reminded her. "It is your duty to help him in his time of need, if you have any honor."

"Honor?! Look who's talking about honor. Fett? I know that name. You were Vader's personal Bounty Hunter," Harillo defeated Lenore.

"Yeah! Who do you think you are coming in here making demands?!" Besa followed up in protest.

"Clearly you're the one with no honor, you fraud," Civa insulted.

"Fraud indeed. Are you sure that's real beskar you've got on?," Rol joined in the bantar.

"You bucketheads were always chatty. No wonder the Empire needed to contract out for its most important jobs," Fett said, ignoring most of the insults. He looked back at Lenore. "What's it going to be, Lenore?"

She was surprised he called her by her name.

This must be serious, she thought.

Mando had helped her in more ways than one. First on Tatooine saving her from a Trandoshan, then sparing her on the Revenant, stopping Fett from killing her, and then getting Wyb into the New Republic Academy. She owed him. She had to help him, but she knew her unit wasn't going to like it.

"I'll get my armor," she responded.

"No need," Fett said and motioned to Fennec to bring over a box. She opened it revealing the Boushh armor. Unit 56 walked closer and admired the armor and array of thermal detonators. Lenore certainly had been up to quite a bit since she left Coruscant. They wanted details, and there would be no avoiding them this time now that her past had come and shown up in the flesh. "It's time for the Deliverer to return."

"If I put this on I'm not giving it back," she said. She might as well bargain for something if she was going to risk her life. Any bounty hunter would do the same thing. Fett turned to Fennec who shrugged. Was it a fair ask? Lenore thought so.

"If you rescue Mando and retrieve his armor," he clearly stated, "this armor is yours."

"Agreed," Lenore extended her right bionic arm. Fett looked at it. He had not shook her hand since he had taken her real one. He chuckled a little and shook her hand in agreement.