It had been six years since Din and Osa established a peaceful life on Lah'mu. Ever since Din packed away his helmet and armor no one had come looking for them, but he couldn't shake the oath he had sworn. To use for public use, Din had crafted a different type of helmet, since he had broken the Mandalorian Code practically ten years ago. It was prudent to keep his and his daughter's identities hidden so he also crafted one for her as well.

Osa despised wearing the heavy, hot, bucket on her head but if she ever wanted to see more than the walls in her home, she would have to wear it. Good thing that rule didn't apply for inside their house, as both her and her father were free to be helmetless.

One day Osa accompanied her father outside, where he was working on one of the moisture towers, as she played happily with a toy she found left behind (from years prior) in their home. It seemed to be a happy coincidence that the two found this abandoned complex six years ago. The home was in the middle of nowhere, still fully furnished, functional, but vacant and dusty, like it had been abandoned for decades.

Din couldn't have dreamed for a better hide out because his last one ended on bad terms. It was as if this place was left just for him and his daughter and it had served them well until that day.

Din attended to the tower, giving it a regular inspection while he watched his daughter play joyfully in the distance. He could hear her giggling and screaming with enthusiasm, something he had not heard in a few months due to her episodes happening more frequently than he would like.

He did everything he could to help her through them, hope to even understand what was happening to her, but she was young and she was afraid. He tried to encourage Osa not to fear her episodes and instead embrace them, learn something from them each time, but over the years she began to do the opposite. Instead she started to hold it in, which made it worse, but Din was prepared for those moments by the doctor's sedatives he gave before his death.

Din knew though he had to use them at only dire times because he had been in the path of her projections throughout the years. He had been knocked down, thrown, while also dodging free floating objects, but the older Osa got the stronger her abilities grew. From being merely pushed over and items hovering, Din had been thrown into cabinets or rammed into walls and sometimes hitting so hard he would go unconscious. When he awoke Osa would always be by his side, holding his hand and laying next to him in fear he wouldn't wake up.

Din tried to reassure Osa that he was strong, but that one time really traumatized her when she seriously hurt her father on accident. Osa was powerless as the invisible force propelled from her body without warning. The tremor radiated through the garage they were in when the ceiling began to in cave on top of Osa, but Din pulled her from harms way and was buried instead.

Luckily Din did not sustain any serious injuries but this incident drove Osa over the edge believing running away was the answer, because Osa was convinced she would eventually be the one who would kill her father. Osa couldn't live with herself if she was her father's demise and ran, but no matter where she was her father would find her. She begged him to let her go but he would never come to that conclusion, she was his life. Din swore he would help her in any way possible and noticed by his encouraging words and drawing her focus on him, this routine helped her overcome from releasing the blast and eventually subside the episodes, but it had been weeks since her latest one and this made her ecstatic.

Osa felt on top of the world, her life felt perfect, but that all changed when the both of them saw a ship fly over head and land on the outskirts of their home.

"Papi, look," Osa pointed upwards at the ship landing in the distance.

"Osa go inside, now," Din yelled.

She knew this tone inflicted within his voice and didn't disobey. She quickly ran for their home but a huge man (who wore armor similar to the one her father use to wear) blocked off her path. Osa screamed from surprise when Din turned to see Osa run for him, he could see her fear, afraid of what these individuals were going to do to them as they encircled Din and Osa. Without hesitation Osa wrapped her arms around her father's waist when Din took his arm and held her to him. Din knew not to draw his blaster because he was completely out numbered, but yet felt confident they weren't there to harm them.

"You are a hard man to find, Din Djarin," a woman – who seemed to be the Tribe leader – approached dressed in silver Mandalorian armor.

Din said nothing, holding his daughter near while eyeing up his old clan, "I guess not hard enough," he replied.

"You of all people should know a missing clan member is never forgotten until they are back with their Tribe. Our clan can only thrive with our survival and needs to grow in numbers not be depleted," the woman Mandalorian informed.

"I am aware of the Code," Din said.

"Then why do you hide from your heritage?"

"No, quite the opposite. I deceived the Tribe. I have…" Din broke off looking down at his pride and joy because he would break the Code all over again in order to have his daughter by his side.

"Oh, I see," the woman realized by looking at the young one clutching onto Din's waist, "So this child is not a Foundling?"

"No, she is my flesh and blood," Din told truthfully making his clan realize his reason for leaving and deception.

"So here you believed you broke the Code," she said.

"But I did."

"And yet here your offspring stands increasing our numbers. I presume you have educated her in the Mandalorian ways, hence her wearing a training helmet that she is already practicing. I'm sure she is eager to don a real Mandalorian helmet for her own and follow in her father's footsteps."

"You're allowing us into the Creed?" Din questioned skeptically, "But the oath, the pledge I swore, broken."

"Yes, but pledges can be made again and besides our clan grows by two now."

Din didn't know what to do, him and his daughter were being accepted into the Creed, one of the reasons why he went into hiding. He knew the consequences and so couldn't face them, he had lied for practically four of those years, but he had a larger issue than just facing his Tribe ashamed, Din had to keep his daughter safe and hidden.

He knew the logical answer, sooner or later they would be discovered even on Lah'mu. If the Mandalorians found them then the Empire would be close behind, it was a clear choice for Din, but would take some convincing for his daughter.

"What, we're leaving, why?" Osa said almost in tears.

"We will be safer under the Mandalorians protection," Din informed while destroying their presence ever existed in their home.

"Safer, from who, who's after us?"

"Nobody, it's just no one is safe with the Empire around. Please, Mi Pequeno you have to trust me," Din got down on his knees staring Osa in the eyes while caressing her cheek with his thumb, "You do trust me?"

"Yes."

"Good, then take what you can carry," Din instructed when he pulled Osa forward kissing her forehead and then directing her towards her room.

Osa didn't understand why they had to leave, so what if her father's old Tribe found them, the Mandalorians would keep their whereabouts a secret, there was no reason to go with them, but it wasn't Osa's decision.

Osa finished packing what she could stuff in her one bag she was allowed to take as her father stood in her doorway, waiting. With a heavy sigh Osa said her goodbyes to their home, where the two appeared to be replicating the same outcome as the previous owners had. Throughout her years in the home, Osa could see past events play out, she could watch the past as if it had left an impression; happy memories and sad ones.

The one that particularly stood out the most was the family's last stand against the man in white. It terrified Osa because the man in white destroyed that family's life as the Mandalorians had come for hers. Osa didn't know what to think and now understood how Jyn Erso must have felt when she was forced out.

The flight to the Mandalore covert on Nevarro felt extremely short according to Osa, what she wanted to take forever happened quicker then anticipated. She was dreading what her father had described to her, once she was sworn into the Creed her and her father wouldn't be able to see each other's faces until they celebrated her "Date of Existence," how could this be?

Osa was use to seeing her father's face on a regular bases, what if she forgot what he looked like? The thought frightened Osa because not only was she restricted from seeing her father's face, she barely could gaze upon her own, it wasn't like back at home where she could be helmetless, once dedicated to the Mandalore Code one must walk the path religiously.

Osa didn't know if she could be that dedicated to something she really didn't fully believe in, but "This is the way." The Mandalorians motto didn't make sense to Osa because how could be closing oneself off from the galaxy the way, shielding oneself off from others the way, but mostly cutting oneself off from loved ones the way?

Suddenly a jolt pulled Osa from her thoughts as the Crest made its landing. From above Osa could hear her father power down the ship and collect the very few things they were allowed to take. Osa stayed huddled in her bed wishing her father would come to his senses and instead take off in order to head back to their real home, but no wishes would be granted that day.

Loud footsteps could be heard descending into the lower deck when Osa laid eyes on her father who donned his old Mandalorian armor. It made him look tougher, not the caring man who would cradle her in his arms, it made him appear menacing, not gentle like the man who would hum in her ear to chase away her nightmares, but mostly the armor made him appear soulless, but this was far from true because her father had the biggest heart.

Osa sat on the bed, cross legged, head down not making eye contact with the Mandalorian, if she ignored him maybe then the warrior would return her Papi, but Din knew, first hand, how hard change could be.

He had to show his daughter all the good the Mandalorians could offer, all their teachings, survival tactics, and ethics. The Code would help her grow from a child and into adulthood by absorbing key knowledge and skills, Din knew "This is the way" but would have to ease Osa into it, which he tried at their home but had been way more lenient then the Creed would be.

Din stood gazing at his stubborn daughter who wasn't wearing her helmet and who refused to look at him, he couldn't go about this the wrong way, he had to make her see him like how she did when they were first brought together.

"Have you taken up mediation Mi Pequeno?" Din tried to joke but could tell she was not in the mood.

"No, I'm on strike," Osa replied in all seriousness.

Din knew this would be an up hill battle, he removed his helmet so she could truly see him and knelt in front of his daughter.

"Osa, I wouldn't be doing this if I felt it was wrong. It is prudent we join the Mandalorians, their teachings go beyond more then I can give you."

"I thought you were doing just fine," Osa said quietly.

"I know you do Mi Pequeno, but I wasn't preparing you for the galaxy. Just the two of us wasn't living, by being apart of a larger community allows others to pass along their knowledge onto you, a skill set you never knew you possessed, and hopefully these teachings will help you discover who you eventually want to become. There is only so much I can give you Osa, it is up to you on who you want to be."

"And you believe the Mandalorians will help me get there?"

"Yes, I do, because they helped me get where I am today, and I wouldn't want to be anywhere else except for right here right now, Mi Pequeno. So what do you say, do you want to take this journey with me?" Din held out his hand praying his daughter would take it and luckily she did.

"I'll take any journey with you Papi," Osa displayed one last smile for her father to see before she slipped on her helmet, forever cutting herself off from the outside world and begin an unknown journey she was still hesitant about.