Word Count: 1191
Hunt Log: Side Notes and Journals
Sighting: The Lost Medallion

A/N: This one is a tad nsfw, but only briefly.

Everything changes eventually. We grow up, move on, make choices… No one warned me how hard being an adult would be. Before Torian, all I needed was my ship and an open sky. Now, the thought of waking without seeing that shaggy mop of blonde hair every morning makes me sick to my stomach.

We'll get through this, just like we have every year since that day on Hoth. Torian will come back to me safe once the is over. I won't allow anything else.

"So," Sadio began. "This is really it. We're sure?"

The smuggler chewed the tip of her stylus while Torian packed. The galaxy had gone to hell in the last year. While Zakuul marched on other worlds, small pockets of resistance formed to fight guerrilla wars against them. So far, all they'd managed to do was provide Arcann with cannon fodder. Now, it was her and Torian's turn.

"When the Mand'alor issues a call, I'm duty bound to answer." Torian paused to look at Sadio. "You can still come with me."

Sadio shook her head. "I want to, but you know I can't leave Wanda." Standing, Sadio crossed the room to wrap her arms around Torian from behind. "I'm committed to Hylo to carry supplies for their new alliance. Would you be proud of me for going back on my word?"

A humorless laugh forced its way through Torian. "I get why our people marry inside the clans now." He turned in Sadio's arms to pull her closer. "Gonna' miss you."

Sadio blinked away tears before she smiled up at Torian. It didn't work, he saw the pain in her eyes anyway and leaned down to capture her lips. Sadio's fingers raked through his hair while Torian fumbled to push the satchel containing his gear out of the way before tumbling onto the mattress.

"Shuttle leaves in less than an hour," Sadio breathed against Torian's lips. They'd met Corridan at a neutral space station since no aruetii were allowed to know where the Mandalorians were congregating. "You'll be late."

"He'll wait," Torian answered in an equally ragged tone. They pawed at each other's clothing, stripping off layers of armor and pockets until nothing remained but feverish skin.

Torian rolled them to put himself on top and stared down at Sadio with such a tortured expression that she almost suggested that they run away. There was no schedule, this time. No promise of a rendezvous in a few months. They'd even be warned that holocalls might be few and far between depending on the various groups' alert status.

Sadio forced those thoughts from her mind as Torian slowly pushed forward. She's always loved the way he held his breath until fully inside her, then released it in a rush. With her fingers in his hair, Sadio pulled Torian down so that she could explore his mouth. Her hips worked in time with his, building to a crescendo that was no longer gentle and sweet, but needy. Desperate.

Pleasure ripped through Sadio without warning, and she arched her back as her senses reeled. Torian muffled her cry with another kiss, his strokes quickening until Sadio was dizzy. He let out a low moan as his body stilled on top of hers, then punctuated each breath with a slower thrust until he finally collapsed.

Neither of them spoke for several minutes. Sadio's heart missed that familiar huff of laughter he always rewarded her with when she came first. This time, he simply held her and trembled. It wasn't until Torian's holo chimed that he pulled away with a curse.

"Corridan?" Sadio asked as she propped on her elbows to watch.

"Says he'll leave my shebs behind if I don't hurry," Torian answered without looking at his wife. Sadio tried not to be offended. He always became withdrawn and morose when they faced long absences.

Rising to gather her clothes, Sadio let her fingers graze Torian's lower back as she passed. He captured her wrist and pulled her against him again. "Promise me that you will be careful. No suicide runs."

Sadio kissed Torian's chin before answering. "Can you make me the same one?"

Torian's jaw worked before he sighed. "At least wear the armor?"

"I swear." Sadio wouldn't admit to it out loud after the trouble she'd given Torian about wearing beskar, but she actually loved the armor he'd made for her. "Every day."

With another light kiss, Torian and Sadio gathered their clothes and finished packing. She walked Torian to the rendezvous, waved to Corridan, then returned to her Medallion with a heavy heart. The ship already felt empty, and Sadio desperately needed a way to distract herself. No doubt Torian would be rushing straight into battle, why shouldn't she?

Setting a course for the coordinates Wanda had given her, Sadio dialed the old hunter before making the jump to hyperspace. There was a lot of commotion on the other end before an older, Bothan male stumbled into view. He squinted at the holo, and Sadio realized that she had no idea what time it was on Odessen. Or, who the man was answering Wanda's holo.

"Aygo," the gruff voice answered. "Who is this?"

Sadio checked the frequency. It looked right. "Uh, Captain Sadio Cadera of the Lost Medallion." She paused, then decided it couldn't get much worse. "I was looking for Wanda."

"Give that here," the familiar woman's voice said from the background, and Sadio breathed a sigh of relief.

"Damn," the Bothan answered, his eyes more focused. "I thought this was mine. Hold on, Wanda's getting dressed."

Sadio arched a brow, then grinned when the older woman appeared. "Girly, do you have any idea what time it is?" Sadio shook her head. For some reason, that familiar endearment reminded her of all the times Wanda had fussed at her and Torian over the years. Which rammed home that Sadio had no idea when she'd see her husband again.

"Aw, hell." Wanda ran a hand over her eyes. "You just dropped him off, didn't you."

Sadio nodded, her throat too tight to speak. "How long until you get here?"

Coughing to clear her emotions, Sadio checked the readout. "I've got to lay some false trails first, so roughly eight hours."

Wanda nodded. "You get your ass here, and let Mama Wanda take care of you, okay?" A little of the pressure eased from Sadio's chest. At least she'd have someone with her during this uncertain time. For that, Wanda would always have Sadio's loyalty.

"I'm serious," Wanda continued. "Hang up, and put that ship to good use. I'll have some whiskey waiting when you get here. Wanda out." The old huntress vanished, leaving Sadio to stare out at the blackness before her. Somewhere out there, Torian would be fighting against an oppressive ruler. Sadio could do no less. Swallowing her pain, Sadio pushed the steering column forward until the stars stretched around her. The sooner they kicked Arcann's ass, the sooner she could return to Rishi with her husband. That was all that mattered now.