"Remove your armor."
"What?" you tilt your head in confusion. "Why?"
"If I'm going to be teaching you about our people, I'd rather you not look like a stormtrooper," Bo-Katan gestures to his plastoid armor.
"But...I am a stormtrooper."
"Not anymore," she replies, her sharp tone not allowing any room for argument. "From now on, you're a Mandalorian."
Slowly, you begin to remove the armor you had come to view as a second skin. With every piece of plating that was deposited onto the floor, it felt like a part of you was leaving with it.
Your training, the friends you made at the academy, your first assignment. All of these memories swirl in your head as you reach down and remove the symbol of the one thing that had given you purpose over the years from your chest.
Tossing the Imperial crest to the ground, a sense of finality washes over you. The Empire is long gone and so is the path you once envisioned for yourself.
As you look back to Bo-Katan, a brief thought crosses your mind: maybe it was time to forge a new one.
"Much better," she smirks as her eyes trail down the black bodysuit you're wearing. "Certainly doesn't leave much to the imagination."
"It's meant for utility purposes," you retort with a blush as the redhead picks you up and places you back on her lap. "A cozier fit allows for better mobility in battle."
"I'm sure it does," she hums. "Now, let's get rid of that armor."
Before either you or Ahsoka can react, Bo-Katan pulls out her blaster and fires at the armor pile. The plates are instantly liquefied by the shot, leaving a heap of smoldering slag in its wake.
"You couldn't have given us a heads up?" Ahsoka questions as she rubs one of her montrals.
"You're fine," the redhead waves her hand flippantly. "You've been shot at plenty of times and your hearing is still intact."
"Still would've liked the warning," the former Jedi murmurs, rolling her eyes at her friend. Standing up, she begins making her way towards the door. "I'll be back in a bit. I'm going to go meditate."
"So," you begin once Ahsoka leaves, tearing your gaze from the smoking remnants of your old life. "What now?"
"Now...?" Bo-Katan pauses to think for a moment. "Now...you'll learn what it is to be a Mandalorian from me."
"You?" you question. "What about your missions?"
"I can do both," she replies. "Your knowledge on Imperial remnants will be useful. If you're good, I'll allow you to join me on them rather than stay in the box."
A bit annoyed at the idea of being put away like a pet, you nonetheless nod along to her idea. If you're going to be starting fresh, it's probably a good idea to stay in the good graces of the one person who can help you with that.
"Alright," you sit down on the surface of her lap. "What's next?"
Bo-Katan thinks for a moment before answering.
What does she want to do?
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