Omera wiped her brow as she passed her wicker sieve to her daughter, the Krill it contained jumping as they attempted to get back to the water they'd been pulled from. Their attention was rudely pulled from their work by the sound of engines as a familiar ship flew overhead, landing in a small clearing not far from the village. A smile crossed her lips as Winta threw her arms around her.

'Mumma, do you think it's him?' she asked excitedly.

'I don't know' Omera looked down at her hopeful daughter 'why don't you go with Caben and Stoke and find out.' she said noticing the men had started to jog towards the tree line.

Winta nodded enthusiastically before skipping off after the men, hoping she would see her small green friend again.

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Cara slid down the ladder, her boots thumping loudly on the bay floor. She was surprised to see Din's head turn to look at her, the child babbling away in the crook of his arm.

'Hey, you're awake.' Cara smiled as she knelt beside him.

'Where are we?'

'Sorgan.' She replied as she stood and lowered the bay door 'figured that we would be safe here, at least for a few weeks.'

Din nodded. He felt a little stronger, his wounds starting to heal thanks to the Bacta but he'd lost a lot of blood and he knew it would take time for him to recover from that. The wound to his shoulder was also still paining him greatly, was there more to that blade than had met the eye?

'Mando is that you?' came a familiar voice from the bottom of the ramp 'Cara! It's great to see you.'

'Good to see you too Stoke.' she smiled, her expression then changing as she glanced at the now, once again unconscious Mandalorian.

'Where's Mando?' asked Caben, unable to see his prone form.

'I need your help.' she said as her expression changed 'Mando was attacked, wounded badly. We fixed him up but he needs somewhere where he can rest… safely.'

The Child waddled to her feet which elicited a squeal of excitement from Winta who had appeared behind the men, she then darted up the ramp. Her smile quickly disappeared when she saw the Mandalorian laid out on the floor, littered with cuts and bloodied bandages.

'Is he…' she swallowed thickly as her eyes drifted to Cara 'dead?'

'No' she replied 'but he's weak.' Her attention returning to the two men 'Can you help us?'

'Of course, anything for you both, I'll fetch the cart' replied Caben as he darted back towards the village.

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Omera saw Caben running back to the village and she jogged to meet him as he stopped beside the droid pulled cart.

'Is it him?'

'Yes and Cara.' he replied as he jumped into the back of the cart.

'Why are they here?' she questioned as her eyes drifted to the direction of the ship.

'He's wounded.' with that, he left shocked Omera in his wake.

Wounded? How bad is it, is he dying?

All these questions ran through her head as she waited for the rest of them to return. Watching the tree line for what felt like hours, the cart along with Caben, Stoke, Winta, and Cara came into view, but she could not see him. Sprinting towards them, her stomach dropping as she saw him laid there on the back of the cart.

'Bring him to my cabin,' Stoke and Cara lifted the lifeless form and followed her.

laying him down on her bed she started to inspect his wounds, breathing a sigh of relief when she found that they were healing well. She ran her fingers over his bruised ribs what happened to you she thought to herself as she averted her gaze to the others that surrounded her.

'He seems to be healing well.' she stated as she stood to face Cara 'what happened?'

'Where do I start.' sitting down on the edge of Din's bed she rubbed her eyes 'we almost lost him on Nevarro. He was caught in a blast when an Imp blew up an E-Web. Fortunately, we had a droid who was able to save him but he was then kidnapped and tortured for information on the kid'

'He can't take any more setbacks.' she replied as she looked up at Omera 'he's lost a lot of blood, he's weak and I worry he won't survive anything else.'

Omera let out a shaky breath she didn't know she'd been holding. Her eyes flitting between the Ex Shock Trooper and the Mandalorian she knelt at his side and placed a comforting hand on his exposed chest.

'I will keep an eye on him.' she paused as she fought to keep her tears at bay 'you should rest.' she finished as she let her eyes fall on Cara again.

'Thank you' Cara nodded at the woman before leaving after Caben and Stoke.

'Omera?'

The sudden sound made the woman jump and she looked down in shock at the man laid in front of her. The black t-shaped visor burning a hole in her with its fierce gaze.

'How are you feeling?' She said softly as she gave him a warm smile.

'Tired.' he said plainly.

'I'm not surprised' she replied as she gave him a small chuckle 'sounds like you've been through hell.'

'That would be an understatement.' he replied as he let out a pained groan, his hand raising to his shoulder.

Noticing this Omera pulled back the bandage but found nothing wrong with the wound.

'It's healing well… is it still paining you?'

'Nothing I can't handle' that wasn't a lie, he had dealt with worse.

Omera nodded and stood 'I will leave you to sleep.' she stated 'I will come and check on you in a few.'

Din nodded and allowed his eyes to close, welcoming sleep as he drifted into oblivion.

Omera's blood went cold as she heard a blood-curdling scream emanate from her hut. Running through the door she found her daughter in pieces as she watched the Mandalorian seize in his bed.

'God.' she breathed as she moved Winta out of the way and grabbed his shoulders in an attempt to still his body as it convulsed.

Cara then appeared through the door, her eyes wide as she saw Din. His hands balled into fists at his side as he yelled at the pain the convulsions brought him.

'What the hell is wrong with him now?' She growled as she held down the man's legs.

The Mandalorian started to still, his breathing came in short painted gasps as his consciousness was robbed from him.

'I don't know.' Omera replied before her expression changed 'his shoulder.'

'What?' Cara looked at her with a confused expression.

'His shoulder is healing but it's still giving him pain.' she continued 'he said it wasn't that bad but I could tell he was playing it down.'

Pulling away from the bandage, she gasped at what she saw. The skin around the wound was going blue, and it oozed a clear liquid.

'What is it?' Cara looked at the woman with wide eyes.

'I think he's been poisoned.'