***Author's Note*** ~I realize I already posted this chapter but when I read it back I realized it was missing something so I added some Kira/Kal bonding... hopefully that makes the chapter better!~ KiraKenvor

Jango and Kira stood at the base of Jango's ship, Jaster's Legacy, while they waited for Kal Skirata to gather his things. He said he would meet them at the hangar shortly but was clearly taking his sweet time. Kira's nose grew red from the cold winter day, though luckily the snow had slowed since she first arrived on the planet, though that didn't stop a thin layer of it from building up over the hood and shoulders of her poncho.

Kira wasn't quite sure how to feel about everything that was happening and part of her thought that all of this might have been an extravagant dream or vision, she never thought she would ever step foot on a planet like Mandalore yet here she was feeling like she was either about to regret every decision she'd ever made or, as Jango said, it would provide an escape from the agricorps should she fail her trials… if she didn't get in massive trouble for leaving Coruscant in the first place.

"You look like you're having an existential crisis." Jango said amused, breaking the Jedi from her inner turmoil. "Regretting it all yet?"

Kira's eyes shot to Jango and her mouth gaped open for a moment as his words filtered through her brain, her mouth shut and her lips pursed into a line. "Not yet." She answered shortly, taking a quick breath before adding; "Give it another few hours and that might change."

A low chuckle came from beneath the helmet. "It's not too late to turn back now."

Kira couldn't help the small smile tug at the corner of her lips. "Yeah, but like you said, I'll regret it if I don't at least see this through, plus I've gotten this far. I can't turn back now when I'm just a few hours from finding out who and what I really am."

"I could have answered that for you in the comm call."

Kira's eyebrow rose. "Oh? And what's that?"

"You're a Jedi." Jango said plainly.

Kira frowned. "Can't I be more than a Jedi?"

"Not likely."

"Why not?"

"You've lived as a Jedi for, what? Twenty years?"

"Eighteen." Kira corrected.

"Eighteen," Jango sarcastically repeated. "Exactly, why change now? Isn't it the will of the Force? As you've said before and clearly you're a devout servant of it, so why would you want to be anything else?"

Kira raised an eyebrow at him. "That's exactly what I'm trying to figure out." Kira said crossing her arms over her chest letting out a sigh, her breath visible in the chill air. "There had to be a reason that you and I were brought together and it led us to this moment so… obviously-"

Jango let out a barely audible sigh. "It was just a coincidence that you were on Tooma and have little impulse control." Jango said annoyed. Kira frowned. "You could have grabbed that brat of a kid and left without even being noticed but your lack of control is what brought you and I together. Not some higher purpose or fate or the Force."

Kira rocked, cocking her hip to the side. "If it wasn't for me, you'd be dead so don't act like you're not grateful to still be breathing.."

"I would have found a way out." Jango said, ignoring the obvious attitude coming from Kira. He leaned back against the hull of the ship, his backplate clanking against the metal wall. "I certainly didn't need the help of a Jedi."

"Yeah because without a Jedi you'd be lit up like the streets of Coruscant during the holidays." Kira spat back. "They would have never released you and kept frying your sorry backside until you were crispy."

Jango frowned. "Regardless, the Force didn't bring us together. Coincidence did."

Kira had liked Jango Fett back on Tooma but now that he was there she was quickly changing her mind. She knew he didn't like Jedi and had a general and justified distrust of them but after what happened on Tooma she figured he might have seen her in a different light. She also wondered how much of his attitude was him trying to be the aloof bounty hunter with no friends.

"Why would our paths cross if not for a reason? You knew of someone who may be linked to my past? A past I have no memory of. Running into each other might have been a coincidence but that fact alone makes it not so and I mean, honestly, you are the very reason I started questioning the Jedi in the first place. If it wasn't for you I probably wouldn't have had a reason to want anything else or even have a thought that I could be something besides a Jedi but because of you a door has opened. Now, I just want to see where it leads before the door closes."

Jango pondered her words for a few moments. "It might lead you to something you won't like but regardless, even if you were born Mando'ade you'd be considered dar'manda and you'd already have lost your soul."

Kira's crystal eyes flashed a look of confusion then of concern. "Uh… what about my soul?" As if her anxiety wasn't already skyrocketing it certainly was now after a comment like that.

"Dar'manda is the state of one who is not exactly an aruetii-" He caught himself, she wouldn't know what the word meant. "An outsider- but one who has lost his… or her heritage and therefore has lost their identity and soul." Jango explained, he explained it so nonchalantly that Kira wasn't entirely sure he was being serious or not, not that she had any facial expressions to read off of.

She just stared at him for a long few moments, when he finally turned his head to return her look she looked away with her eyes widening for a moment before she shook her head. "Okay… so, say I was born Mandalorian… now that I'm dar'mando or whatever you called it I still could not even be mando because I lost my soul? I don't feel soulless."

"It means you've lost your mando'ad soul, what made you mandalorian in the first place but you can get it back of course," Jango said then decided to taunt her a little more. "But you'd have to forsake the Jedi forever and take the cin vhetin to forget your past and only live onward as a mandalorian."

Kira let out an overwhelmed sigh. "No pressure. So, I essentially have to lose one half of myself to gain another regardless of how this all plays out."

"Essentially." Jango agreed.

"Assuming this Jense Kenvor is who we think he is at all."

"Yep."

"Right." Kira said with a nod. "Well then… where's Skirata? Might as well figure out which side I lose sooner rather than later." She may have tried to say it as a joke but neither her or Fett was convinced it was one. She didn't necessarily want to stop being a Jedi but she also didn't know what it meant to be mandalorian besides wearing the armor and speaking a language she couldn't begin to understand… and that was on the small possibility that she was even mandalorian at all.

Jango gave a nod looking off into the distance as he waited for Skirata. "His ears must have been burning," He said, motioning his head in the distance. "There he is."

The trip to Mes Cresta would take a few hours at most and there wasn't much to do on a ship with two men you hardly know. Kira was still a little sour towards Jango after their disagreement earlier and Kira was doing her best to avoid him, which wasn't hard considering he rarely left the cockpit. Kira sat with her arm on her knee with her hand toying with her lips on a crate in the ship's cargo hold.

The ship was a military type ship made for carrying soldiers to and from a battlefield, there was a prisoner cell in the corner and supplies piled high on nearly every corner. Kira could only assume Fett lived on the ship full time… or at least near full time. The cabin of the ship held only a bed and a shelf at the foot of the bed where Kira assumed Fett would leave his armor… assuming he ever took it off at all.

She still hadn't seen his face, only the small glance she got was at the back of his head back on Tooma. She knew he was human- or near human at the very least and that he had dark curls and tanned skin, other than that she had no idea what his face looked like.

She also couldn't help but wonder what Jense Kenvor looked like, she wondered about Fett but was more curious about the man who may be her father. Kal Skirata had said that she had looked like a Kenvor but she didn't know what that meant. Did he have black hair and blue eyes? Or brown eyes and her mother had blue eyes? She could only guess. Fett had also said that he was built like a brick house but then again Fett wasn't that tall so anyone taller than him probably felt like they were giants. She could sympathize, she was still shorter than Fett so everyone felt giant to her.

"Lost in thought?" A voice asked, startling Kira out of her daydreams. He chuckled seeing her jump out of her skin. "Sorry, Ad'ika."

Kira glanced over with an offended glare but when she saw it was Kal Skirata with a tray of nuts her glare subsided. He offered the plate to her, she smiled and took a small handful of the treats. They were covered in various forms of sugary toppings and Kira happily popped a few of them in her mouth. "Yeah, I guess you could say that."

"What's on your mind?" He asked as he took a seat beside her, setting the tray down between them for both to share.

Kira raised an eyebrow, Kal had the aura of a father- or at least what she imagined a Mandalorian father would be. He was obviously tough and could probably take on even the hardest of adversaries but it was obvious he had a softer side to him and Kira felt an immediate trust in him.

"I'm just thinking about everything, I suppose." She said before throwing back her head to eat the rest of the candied nuts in her hand. She chewed quickly and swallowed before continuing. "I was mainly thinking about what Jense looked like." She was also thinking about Jango but that wasn't important at the moment… plus Kira was sure Fett had ears everywhere in his ship and she didn't want him thinking that she gave him a second's thought especially with what he looked like. He didn't need the ego boost of her thinking of him like that.

Kal nodded in understanding. "He looks a lot like you," He said, chewing thoughtfully as he ate some of the nuts. "But much taller."

Kira smirked. "Fett said something about him being built like a brick house."

Kal nodded. "Yeah, the man is huge." He chuckled then thought for a moment. "Can I ask you a question?"

"Of course." She said readjusting herself to sit crisscross.

"Why now?" He asked. "If you are Jense's daughter, why search for him now?"

Kira looked down at her lap and squeezed her hands together, the residue of the sticky candy clinging to her skin. "I'm a Jedi, Kal." She said. "I don't know where I came from, if I was saved from something awful or if my parents had given me up to the Jedi willingly. I don't know if I'm Corellian, Nabooian… Mandalorian… and as a Jedi I'm supposed to put aside my personal attachments. I didn't know or even think about where I'd come from since I was a child. I had accepted that it was a better part of my past and I was better off for not knowing but then I met Jango." She paused thinking back of their meeting and how she felt when she saw him in the fighting pit and how she had the urge to save him.

"He said he knew of one who shared my name… and he told me about Galidraan and what happened to his people. He changed everything I ever thought about the Jedi. Like literally everything I'd ever known and I don't know… I just had to see what else is out there." She paused then added jokingly, "So, if this all goes terribly I'm blaming him."

When Fett had told Kal about the Jedi girl he'd met he had wondered why Fett would give her more than a second's thought let alone tell a Jedi about Galidraan but speaking to Kira he began to understand why he didn't instantly hate her or at the very least was willing to go out of his way to help her. There wasn't much about her to hate. She was just a child lost in the galaxy.

"What does your master think of this?" He asked.

"He doesn't know anything about it." She said feeling the guilt she'd shoved down resurfacing. She hoped Mace would forgive her for leaving like she did and wouldn't ask too many questions about what she was doing or why when she returned. "He wouldn't understand."

"Why not?" Kal asked.

Kira considered her next words before deciding that hiding what she felt was pointless. Kal wasn't going to judge her for her feelings like another Jedi might.. "I love my master," She said. She realized she had never said that out loud and she wished she could more. She loved Mace more than any other in the entire galaxy. "He is my dearest friend and I trust him with my life. He's taught me everything I know and he always pushes me to do better… he is the father I never had but… he wouldn't understand this. He is on the council and he's one of the top guys, just barely subordinate to Yoda himself."

When Kira spoke of her master, Kal could see how much she cared for him and how much she respected him but he could also see that in that love, she struggled. Kira had so much love to give but was forbidden from giving any of it.

"Talk about a rule follower and you'd see a picture of him in the dictionary. He's always telling me that attachments are forbidden and that as Jedi it's not possible to have them and being a Jedi you can't have a family attachment and do your job to serve the Republic. If you have to choose between the ones you love and the greater good you have to be able to sacrifice them and let them go and in doing all of that not fall to the darkness."

"I do not envy your life as a Jedi." Kal said.

Kira couldn't help but give a short laugh. "Ditto."

"You see, for us it's the opposite." Kal began. "You give everything for those you love and it's encouraged to love. Being Mandalorian is all about your clan and raising little Mandalorians."

Kira smiled thinking about younglings in miniature mandalorian armor. "Oh, how different my life could have been if I hadn't been a Jedi…" She glanced over at Kal. "Assuming and all, you know."

"You'd probably have been married by now, popped out a couple kids." Kal said. Kira's eyebrows rose. She was only eighteen she couldn't even imagine having any kid let alone multiple of them. Kal half thought Kira might join the Mandalorians if Jense was her father, he knew that his comrade wouldn't let her out of his sight if it all proved true. "Our people tend to get married young."

Kira's smile dropped and became curious. "Is Jango married?" She mentally cursed herself. She just knew he was listening somewhere and a question like that would bloat that ego of his.

Kal let out a laugh. "He's too much of a selfish shabuir to have a wife." He said.

Kira couldn't help but laugh even if she didn't know what the word meant, she could assume it was not polite. "Are you married?" She asked curiously. "Do you have any little Mandalorians running around? Or are you also a selfish shabuir?"

"I was married," He answered, frowning slightly. "But I married a aruetii and she couldn't understand our Mandalorian ways and couldn't accept that I would be frequently away for long periods when I was on jobs. When I tried to teach my two sons the way at eight she took them and my daughter and left."

Kira's eyebrows rose before she frowned. "I'm so sorry. That's awful. Do you still see your children?"

"No," He said. "She made sure of that."

Kira felt for the Mandalorian, he had just told her that Mandalorians value their families above all else but he was not allowed to see his own. She could only imagine how hard that must have been for him. "How old are they?"

Kal thought for a moment. "They're adults now," He said. "My daughter is around your age, maybe a little younger."

Kira frowned. "I'm sorry, Kal."

"It is what it is and it happened a long time ago now." Kal said.

Kira glanced over her shoulder and saw Jango standing in the doorway of the cockpit. She wondered how long he'd been standing there and just how much of the conversation he heard. She offered a smile. Kal, noticing Kira's attention had shifted, glanced over at Jango.

"We're about to hit Mes Cresta's atmosphere if you both want to get strapped in." He said.

Kal nodded before pushing himself off the cargo box. "You can have the rest of those, Ad'ika." He said motioning towards the candied nuts.

Kira smiled and nodded as he made his way to the cockpit, slipping past Jango before disappearing inside. Kira stood and gathered the rest of the treats in the palm of her hand and swiped the crumbs onto the tray before walking up to Jango, stopping in front of him. She looked into the black visor trying to decide exactly where his eyes were before reaching her hand up to his crossed arms and gently pulled on his wrist.

He allowed her to pull his hand out and hold the back of his hand in her palm before carefully dropping her handful of nuts into his palm then closed his fingers around them. She gave a playful smirk before disappearing into the cockpit.

A few moments later Jango returned to the cockpit and took a seat in the pilot's seat, Kira pulled the seatbelt over herself when she heard crunching and looked up trying to find the source of the crunching when she realized it was coming from Jango. She couldn't help the smile creep across her face.

-Mes Cresta was a sorry, wet planet. Rain soaked the coastside in heavy, cold waves. Lightning struck occasionally and the seas below roared loudly but the rain and wind were nothing compared to the anxiety Kira was feeling. She would certainly be missing her trials, there was no possible way she wouldn't miss them. If she found Jense Kenvor, helped finish the mission and got back to Coruscant in less than three days she would be extremely impressed. She really couldn't see this playing out well regardless of what happened in the coming hours.

She was certain Mace was panicked with her absence… not that she left a note or message saying she was fine and that she'd be back in a few days or even where she was going or why... All Mace knew was that his padawan had gone missing just days before her trials. That certainly didn't look good and Kira cursed herself for not thinking things out more before jumping ship and running off to Mandalore.

Kira was risking it all if her mission went wrong. If this Jense Kenvor was not who Kira was hoping he would be or if by chance he was, that he might not want anything to do with her. She'd wasted so much time coming there and she'd wasted more time even giving the man any thought after Fett had first mentioned him back on Tooma.

She wasn't sure how she would handle either outcome, it wasn't like she could actually be a part of a family while in the Jedi Order and being a Jedi while also being a mandalorian also would not be possible. Fett wasn't wrong, she would have to forsake one part of her life to live in the other. Being a part of either was not something you could be both of. There was a reason the Jedi typically did not accept mandalorian children into the Order no matter how gifted in the Force they were, but that of course, only added another question to her laundry list of questions. Say she was actually mandalorian, why would the Jedi have taken her in? Unless they did not know she was mandalorian, which was always possible but it didn't make any of it any easier or alleviate any questions.

Regardless of how meeting this other Kenvor went, there would still be the matter of what she would tell Mace when she eventually returned to Coruscant. It wasn't like she could tell him about the Mandalorian leader she met on Tooma or that she'd gone off in the middle of the night to seek out said mandalorian for the purpose of finding a person who had a slight chance of being related to her.

Kira was an awful liar, even if she tried to lie to Mace he would likely sniff it out the moment the words left her mouth. Her secrets could even be enough to lose Mace's trust should he find out what exactly she was doing and she certainly didn't want to shake Mace's opinion of her. The stress she was feeling from her own impulses was enough to choke a wookiee with. Kira came to the conclusion that she really should have waited until after her trials to seek out Fett but careful planning was not her strong suit obviously and because of that she was likely going to throw away everything she'd been working towards her whole life.

Kal, Jango and Kira had been walking for hours and frankly, Kira was freezing and growing irritable. The men luckily had the protection of their armor that kept them mostly dry and warm. While Kira had planned for the winter Fett had warned her about, she hadn't exactly planned for the torrential downpours that would soak her to the bone and her poncho wasn't doing well to keep her dry. She was now completely regretting every decision she'd ever made the moment she stepped off Fett's ship and the regret only continued to grow the farther into the forest they went and the wetter she got. The rains seemed to have no intention of backing down anytime soon.

"Do you two even know where we are going?" Kira asked, shielding her face from the rain feeling a chill run down her spine. All she wanted at the moment was to be curled up in a thick, fluffy blanket with a warm cup of caf and some dry clothes.

"We should be getting close to the rendezvous point, maybe another few hours." Kal said over his shoulder.

Kira groaned, clutching her arms tightly underneath the dark green poncho. "And why didn't we fly closer to the rendezvous?" Kira whined.

"Because if those we were hunting saw the ship land at the rendezvous point they would know where to ambush us." Kal answered sarcastically.

"I hate rain." Kira muttered to herself.

Jango glanced over at the drenched rat that was Kira and rolled his eyes glancing down at Skirata's hold-all on his back and wondered if he brought anything to keep the girl warmer. He cursed himself the moment the thought came to his mind. She was a Jedi and he shouldn't care if she was cold or not… but then again she looked absolutely miserable and her cheeks and nose were bright red from the cold. Not only that, but they were losing daylight and they likely wouldn't make it to the rendezvous point before dark.

"Let's find somewhere dry to camp for the night," Jango suggested. "We'll do Kenvor no good if we come in with pneumonia."

Kira stopped, taking cover under a large leaf. She could have kissed him for just the suggestion of getting out of the rain. She was miserable and she was sure Fett could see it all over her face.

"You cold, Mand'alor?" Kal taunted.

"A little." He said. He wasn't that cold. He could have lived with it but the pitiful look on Kira's face tugged at the small part of him that he considered morally good.

The trio took shelter underneath the overhang of a rockface, Kira pulled her poncho over her head glad to be rid of the soaked fabric and threw it against the back of the wall where it slapped loudly and stuck to the wall for a moment before falling to the ground with a wet plop. Her skin was turning a light purple but she was glad to be out of the rain.

Jango scraped up some dry tinder he found along the rockface and stacked it together before extending his arm towards the pile. Flames erupted from his gauntlet, catching onto the kindling. He carefully added more to it until it was enough to keep the fire going for at least a couple hours.

"Come warm up, Kira." Jango said, waving her over.

Kira grabbed her poncho and laid it out on a rock near the fire hoping to dry it out a little before taking a seat next to him wrapping her arms around her knees in an attempt to warm herself.

The group stayed relatively quiet for an hour or so, off in their own minds watching the fire burn and occasionally adding any dry material to it to keep it going. The night was fast approaching and it only got colder as the sun went down but luckily the rain had died down to a light sprinkle.

Kal nodded off some time ago and was quietly snoring, his arms crossed over his chest with his back against a large rock while Jango sat checking over his equipment with his legs sprawled out in front of him towards the fire with one blaster on his thigh while the other was in his hands as he messed with it. Kira had her back to the flames watching out into the woods, something was making her feel uneasy but she couldn't pinpoint exactly what it was. It wasn't either of the Mandalorians, ironically she felt safer with them even if she and Fett had that little spat earlier on Mandalore or the fact that both of them openly admitted to disliking Jedi.

Kira straightened her spine and slowed her breathing as she felt out through the Force, letting herself dip into the planet's energy. She wondered if she could sense Jense Kenvor on the planet at all and couldn't stop herself from trying.

Force ability was not inherently genetic, if it were there likely would have been breeding farms of Force Sensitives long before she was born. The Force wasn't something that could be passed on from parent to child, though sometimes it was known to happen, it couldn't be guaranteed and more often than not it was random.

Kira knew and understood this but she still couldn't help herself from trying to reach out and touch a mind she'd never sensed before. She was skilled enough to reach out through the Force and touch Mace's mind simply through the bond they shared but rarely did she do it with any other, let alone one who did not possess the Force.

What she did find was unsettling, she couldn't stop her expression from turning sour as the image of the silhouetted figure from the vision she had on the way to Tooma came into her mind's eye. She had almost forgotten about it with all of her recent events but now it was consuming her mind. She tried focusing on it, trying to see who it was. Obviously, it was a man with his build but she still could not see his face. She allowed herself to focus entirely on the vision, hoping that if she put more focus into it the Force would tell her what it wanted from her.

She thought she heard a cry out through the Force until she heard it again and Jango and Kal jumped up with their blasters raised pulling Kira out of her vision. Blasterfire sounded in the distance and the shouts of men came from the forest.

"What's happening?" Kira asked, pushing herself to her feet as Jango and Kal's helmet antennas lowered as they scanned the forest.

The shouting from the forest continued on with blaster fire echoing. Kal listened intently when he heard a voice he recognized.

"It's them." He said before jumping into action, racing into the forest. "Let's go!"

"Skirata! Wait!" Jango shouted after the older man, not that he listened to the Mand'alor. Jango let out a growl of annoyance under his breath before looking over at Kira. "Ugh. Let's go before we lose him."

The mud was thick and suctioned to their boots like glue and running in it was sure to sprain an ankle at any given moment. Kal seemed to have vanished in the thick of the brush, Kira followed a step behind Jango. They were only a few moments behind him but that was enough to lose him. Kira ignited her lightsabers, the golden blades lit up the area and reflected off the silver of Jango's armor. "Dammit, Skirata." Jango cursed as he came to a stop. The blaster fire and shouting had faded and the forest seemed to swallow the Mandalorian and Jedi into the darkness.

Kira sensed something malicious in the woods and immediately felt her fight or flight instinct kick in. She subconsciously took a step closer to Jango feeling whatever energy fill the air around them. "Something's very wrong about this place, Jango." She said barely above a whisper. "We need to find Kal quickly."

"Agreed." He said. "Stay close."

For as confident as Kira tended to play off, she was not always so. She was a powerful Jedi but she tended to lack the confidence Mace always seemed to have. She took in a deep breath and let it out slowly feeling eyes she could not see on her and it made her skin crawl. Jango led the way with his blasters raised and ready to fire at a moment's notice.

They came to a stream and stopped to look around for clues of Skirata. "I'll look this way." Kira said as she wandered quietly, only the humming of her double blades and the light crackling of rain steaming off them filled the air. She looked over her shoulder as Jango knelt down to inspect something on the ground and when she turned back forward she was met with a blaster in her face.

"Move and I'll kill you."

Kira's body reacted before her mind and she threw her arm up, swiping her lightsaber at her would-be attacker, slicing his blaster in two. Jango, hearing the sudden swing of the blade came barrelling through the thicket to Kira's aid to find her standing off with a purple armored mandalorian. She went to swing at him again when Jango ran up behind her and caught her wrists in his hands, pulling her to him before near bear hugging her against his chest.

"Kira!"

"Fett?" The Mandalorian asked in surprise, dropping the vibroblade he'd somehow conjured up in the few seconds between Kira slicing his blaster and her going to swing at him again.

Kira, realizing that he was a mandalorian and that he and Jango obviously knew each other, didn't struggle against Fett and just let him hold her still, his hands still holding tightly onto her wrists. Jango reached up and thumbed off her lightsabers, the blades retracted with a hiss and Jango moved his hands to Kira's upper arms but never quite removed them from her.

"What the hell are you doing here?" The other Mandalorian asked.

"We're with Skirata." Jango said. "What the hell is going on?"

"We were ambushed and they took Jense." He answered.

Kira's eyes widened slightly and her mouth dropped in shock. Jango's hands tightened slightly around her arms. "Where did they go?" Jango asked.

The other mandalorian shook his head and shrugged. "I have no idea." He said. "This shabla forest is a kriffing maze."

"Let's regroup with the others before we lose anyone else." Jango said. "Have you seen Skirata?"

"I haven't seen anyone." He said. "Wad'e was behind me but I have no idea where he went."

"Take us back to your camp. If they're smart they'll end up there. Are your short-range comms working?"

"Yeah," The Mandalorian said and pushed a button on the side of his helmet. "Tay'haai, come in. Return to the rendezvous." He listened for a moment before his head nodded. "He found Skirata. Follow me."

Jango nodded and released his grip on Kira as the Mandalorian turned to go back to his camp, Jango and Kira locked eyes for a moment and he could see the concern written all over her face. "He's gone?" She said barely above a whisper. If Jense Kenvor was dead then she would have not only wasted her time but she'd already come to the conclusion that he was her father, if he died she would have to deal with a loss she hadn't yet experienced and she wasn't quite sure how to handle it. At that moment she realized how desperate she was to find her family and how easily she had forgotten about her Jedi family.

Jango gave her arm a gentle squeeze. "We'll find him." He assured in a tone Kira didn't think he could possess. So far all she'd seen from Fett was annoyance and general thuggery. She didn't even think he was capable of small kindnesses. He ushered her to follow the Mandalorian and she did.

The other Mandalorian led them to a small clearing near a rock face similar to where Kal, Jango and Kira had made camp. The coals of a fire were slowly dying out.. There was obvious sign of a struggle as tracks in the mud were overturned and blaster fire burn holes were littering the area. Kal and another Mandalorian in golden armor, who Kira assumed was Wad'e, were talking. Kal's hands were on his hips and looked in obvious distress.

Both their heads turned when the rustling of the bushes provided Jango, Kira and the other Mandalorian who's name Kira didn't know. Kal gave a nod to the purple-clad mandalorian and when he was in reach grasped each other's forearms in greeting. When Kal caught sight of Kira he frowned and went to her.

"Ad'ika," He said, grasping her arms in his hands solemnly. "Jense was kidnapped."

"I know." Kira answered, staring into Kal's pale blue eyes trying to hide the worry she was feeling. "We have to find him. I didn't risk everything for him to die just before I get to him."

"We will. I can assure you that." Kal reassured. "He is my best friend. I'm not leaving here without him."

Kira nodded and wrapped his arm around her shoulders before leading her to the other golden Mandalorian. Kal was a natural father-figure, having three of his own children made him softer towards the young and Kira reminded him of his own daughter.

The purple mandalorian stayed behind to talk to Jango, obviously curious about the rancor in the room. "Who's the Jedi?" He asked. "And more importantly, why the hell are you with her?"

"It's a long story," Jango answered. "She is looking for her kind."

"Her kind are on Coruscant."

Jango stopped and turned to face him. "Mij, she's a Kenvor."