So I haven't had much of a chance to write as I stared a little Etsy Shop that has kept me super busy. Anywho... It's not even funny how many times I have watched this series now… safe to say I'm obsessed and I have had all these ideas for stories. This is one I thought of whilst watching it for what was probably the 10th time (don't judge me). Hope you enjoy it.

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Victory's price

'Take the bait you hunk of Junk.' growled the Mandalorian as he watched the walker scanning the ground with its bright white spotlight.

Cara hoped into of the many ponds that littered the village, falling right into the walker's line of sight but before it could fire she did which caused it to step forward and lose its footing on the bank. This was the opportunity that the Mandalorian needed and he leapt from the body of water he had taken momentary refuge in, sprinting across the battlefield with his charger in hand. He slapped his explosive onto the walker before swiftly turning away to try and avoid the blast. A blaster shot hit his shoulder causing him to stumble and at that moment the charge exploded behind him, the force pushing him into the water where Cara lay hidden. The explosion caused the enemy to stopped in their tracks and upon seeing the walker in flames, they hastily retreated into the woods. The villagers began to cheer and Cara laughed to herself as she panted from exhaustion.

'He the battle is won we did it' she said to the Mandalorian but he did not answer.

Confused she looked over to see him floating face down in the water.

'Shit' she cursed as she dragged his limp form from the water.

'Where are our saviours?' shouted a villager as he waved his blaster above his head triumphantly.

'Help!' screamed Cara and everyone fell silent.

The smile on Omera's face soon faded as she saw the Mandalorian's limp form in the shock trooper's arms. Dropping her weapon she ran to Cara's side along with the two villagers who had gone to fetch him. She placed her fingers on his neck, desperately searching for a pulse and she found one… but she also found a lot of blood. She pulled down the fabric that covered his neck to find that he was losing blood at an alarming rate.

'I think whatever has done this has hit an artery.' she said and she ripped some cloth from her cloak and started to put pressure on the wound 'Hold that there.' she said to Cara as she began to inspect his other wounds.

Anywhere that his Beskar didn't cover was littered with scratches. Some of the wounds were small and certainly weren't life-threatening. Others were a cause for concern. He had a large piece of metal protruding from this thigh, another from his arm, all of which could quite possibly have pierced an artery also.

'We need to get him to my hut, I can tend to him better there.' She said as she watched them all carefully lift the wounded warrior, Cara still desperately trying to hold his precious blood in.

She was hot on their heals and she hurried them out as soon as they had placed him on the bed, the only one that she allowed to remain was the ex shock trooper.

'I need to stitch his wounds but I need more light, can you bring those lanterns over.' She said, her eyes motioning towards the two lights that illuminated her kitchen.

Cara complied and placed them strategically overhead so that Omera would have the best possible light she could. Whilst Cara had done that she has quickly fetched her medikit and started to stitch his neck wound. The pillow beneath his head was almost completely saturated in his blood and she wondered if he was going to live after losing so much. After what felt like an age she successfully sewed his neck wound and moved onto the shrapnel that was deeply embedded in his arm. After prepping the wound she carefully to began to pull the metal from his arm, breathing a sigh of relief when she saw that it hadn't nicked his artery. She swiftly sewed up that, wiping her brow with her sleeve.

'I need you to hold him as I try and remove the shrapnel from his leg.' She said calmed.

Cara nodded and gently pulled her friend onto his side, holding him steady as Omera ripped the material open farther so she could see the wound better. Placing a bandage around it and placing pressure as she had with his arm she slowly started to pull the jagged metal from his leg. This elicited a moan of pain from the fighter but he did not stir and so she continued to pull the foreign object from his leg. Suddenly the Mandalorian's body began to shake as the pain began to get much for him. He was pulled viscously from unconsciousness to find himself being held in place with strong arms. Cara he thought to himself as he fought to clear his senses. The pain returned and he managed to force himself free from her grip, a movement that he came to regret as his eyes were greeted by Omera holding a large, irregular shaped shard of metal in her hand. The pain in his leg was unbearable and he looked down to see blood spurting from where he assumed the piece of metal had come from. Cara pulled herself from her state of shock and went about attempting to staunch the bleeding as the Mandalorian writhed on the bed.

'You need to stay still.' said Omera as she grabbed his hand.

He calmed and clasped her hand tight. He knew she could not see the fear that was currently plastered all over his face but he was sure that she could sense it. Darkness pulled at his mind again. Its welcoming embrace was becoming exceedingly difficult to resist.

'Try and keep him awake.' Omera said to Cara as she desperately tried to stop the endless flow of blood that gushed from his leg wound.

'Come on, you're not seriously going to let yourself get beaten by a few grazes are you?' she jested, his head lolling to one side as he watched her through his visor 'come on, we still need to see who's stronger.' she continued as she grabbed his other hand and squeezed it.

'I think you'll find it's me.' he joked back, his laboured breathing clear through his helmet's modulator.

'Well, we'll see about that.' She said as squeezed his hand in an attempt to comfort him 'his body began to slacken as unconsciousness took hold and Cara panicked 'don't you go passing out on me.' she pleaded.

She looked up at Omera who was finishing up stitching his wound, giving her a nod as she cut the thread with the knife at her side.

'Looks like you're all patched up now. Wasn't that bad after all.' she said as she smiled at him but the darkness won and his body went limp, the only evidence that he was alive was his laboured breathing.

'Let him rest now. He has lost a lot of blood and needs time to heal' said Omera as she stood up 'All we can do now is wait.'

Cara gave her a nod and stood also, knowing there was no more she could do here.

'Take care of him.' she said plainly before she turned and left, leaving Omera and the Mandalorian alone.

The woman pulled up a wooden chair and sat herself down at his side. She took the opportunity to take him in. Her eyes drifted up to his exposed neck wound, noticing that his skin was tanned like hers. She then saw small tufts of brown hair. She wondered what he looked like beneath that metal mask. She imagined he had dark brown eyes like her and wavy curls. She imagined he had a little facial hair and a strong jawline. She knew she'd never know the face beneath his helmet but it gave her pleasure to imagine it. His strong arms around her keeping her safe. She had been alone so long that had never stopped to think that perhaps she could find love again. Unfortunately, though she knew that she wouldn't be enough to pull him from duty. So she sat there, listening to the uneven breathes he took. Relieved he was breathing at all. She sat there through the night, her gaze never faltering for she felt that if she took her eyes off him for just a second, he would slip away.

Morning came and Omera could hear the hushed voices of the villagers trying to find out how their hero was fairing. She shifted herself so that she was sat on the edge of his bed and she began to inspect his wounds. Her fingers touched his delicate skin but she flinched at the heat that greeted them. She unbuckled his belt and lifted his jerkin exposing more skin. She placed her hand against his flesh and he burned to her touch. His body was now plagued with fever. This was the next thing that could kill him. He needed medicine… and fast.

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Well there's the first chapter, hope you enjoyed it. Let me know what you thought :D