"I have no idea what you're talking about. Seriously." Cara's voice rose as she stood from behind her desk. The Mandalorian pointed his finger at Cara as Maleena stood near the door, her hooded robe covered her pale face. The Child snuggled into her shirt underneath the robe, comforting her as she watched her two friends argue.
"You didn't know about the bounty on Maleena's head? Or how about you sent us head first into what could have been her last mission?" His voice rose in anger.
"I had no idea." Cara raises her hands and shrugs.
"I just got the Child safe... Because of your incompetence the whole galaxy is on a chase to find her." Squaring his shoulders he stood even taller. "She could have been killed."
Cara shook her head. "I'm not in control of every bounty. Someone else must have put it out there, The Gungan must have thought he could download her files and spread it even further."
The Mandalorian slammed his hands down onto the desk, a loud crash thundering through the room. "And who's to say he didn't?"
"He didn't say?" The Mandalorian shakes his head at Cara.
"Didn't hang around long enough to ask."
Cara rolls her eyes. "Sounds about right. Shoot first ask later."
The Mandalorian's helmet twitched to the side. "I'll stop at nothing to protect them."
"That's just it. Never thinking about anyone else, huh?"
He places his other hand onto the desk, leaning onto it. "You have no idea." His voice darkens. Maleena was certain his eyes would have narrowed now, staring Cara down as she shifted uncomfortably. Maleena, sensing the shift in the room, stepped forward.
"This isn't helping. Look, Cara can you tell us how many people have my puck? Then we can just go and apprehend each one." Maleena's voice seems to snap the Mandalorian out of his rage, standing as he watches Cara nod her head and begin looking at her computer.
"Says here Maleena Blairenal wanted on account of withholding Empire property and wanted for questioning about the Vlaxxon's."
Maleena's brows furrow under the hood as the Mandalorian snaps his head up to Clara.
"Her people?" The Mandalorian's voice mirroring her confusion.
"They want to know more about her kind and her tribe."
Maleena's head dipped. "My people have long since perished. What they did or didn't do is no one's business." Her voice tinged with sadness. The Mandalorian briefly looked back at her before looking back at Cara who's eyes widened in surprise.
Nodding, Cara's attention shifts from Maleena to the Mandalorian. "That's all it says." The Mandalorian's head dips in frustration as Maleena sighs.
"I know very little about my people. Privacy was sacred. Not even those involved were privy to the secrets." Maleena tried to defend as the Mandalorian nodded to her.
"Who knows about her?" Cara looks back down at the screen at the Mandalorian's question.
"Few dozen. Says a hunter on Wleran, a pilot and the Gungan got close but apart from that no tracker has reported back with anything promising." Maleena feels the Child twist in his hidden sling as she shifts her weight from one foot to another.
"Hunter got the best of me without my robes on. Probably got confused when I didn't fight back..." Cara nodded. Maleena pauses.
"A pilot... Had gotten very close to the Razor Crest on our way to Lazarane-7." The Mandalorian spun around at this revelation. Even without seeing his face Maleena knew he would have a shocked expression.
She raised her hands. "Before you say anything I didn't see it as a threat." The Mandalorian's heavy breathing could be heard through his modulator. "It just passed by us. Probably thought I wasn't on board."
"Look there's nothing more I can do about the pucks being out there..." Cara tried to interrupt the tense moment between clan mates, her voice grounding the pair. "But I know on Xravon there is a bounty hub station. You can override the bounty there. Then it'll just be a case of keeping on top of who comes close to Maleena. It'll die down eventually."
The Mandalorian doesn't turn back around as he stomps over to the door, swinging it open and stepping out into the hot climate of Nevarro. Maleena spares a glance at Cara who almost looked apologetic. No words were exchanged as Maleena also stepped out into Nevarro. The Mandalorian hadn't waited for her, but rather she could see the sun catching his silver beskar in the distance as he walked back to the Razor Crest.