Aliit (Mig/Tamar)

[Mig Gred]

Mig leaned back in his chair on the bridge of the Basilisk. With him, the usual two droids, R10 and O7, and Leddie, who he adopted after Ilik's death on Concord Dawn. He promised Ilik that he'd take care of her, and to do that he had adopted the girl. He was responsible for her now, so he had decided to bring her for this. Mig was going to Erebos to finally see [member="Tamar Fitz Kierke"] again. He had worried he'd never see her again when the Sith attacked, and after he had waited so long to be sure his vod were ok, he was finally able to meet her again. He smiled a bit thinking about seeing his Ner Kar'ta, which got Leddie giggling.

"You look really happy to see Miss Tamar." Mig smiled and chuckled.

"You could say that, Leddie. Let's just say I've got something important to ask her." Leddie just gave him a curious look, tilting her head.

"What is it."

"Oh no! You'll hear it when I ask it and not before." Leddie pouted at the fact that Mig wouldn't tell her what he was coming for, but either way she liked Tamar too. She was always nice, and willing to play, and... a lot of other things. Soon, the MC-18 lowered onto one of Erebos' landing pads, and ramp lowered, letting Mig and Leddie walk off and take in the world they landed on.

 

[Tamar Gred]

The message from [member="Mig Gred"] had Tamar turning her attentions inward. She shut off all noise but pleasant music. Aditya lingered close to the triplets, in a constant cycle of fighting to check her comm in case [member="Adenn Kyramud"] chimed in.

No… there was nothing for it.

Tamar threw into the House itself. A whirling dervish around the compound, Tamar cleaned every room, tidied every toy and piece of clothing in closets. The scent of fresh baked bread, custard tarts and three kinds of cookie bathed the kitchen in a warm, familial glow.

But the family wasn’t there. They were fighting for the lives of Mandalore. So eager to die for others they… no. No…

It had been such a simple thing. Prep the children’s school bags for the next day. That was all. Until Adara came running into the room, babbling in Epicant.

“Don’t let Girak-Kaine and Magnus go to school on Mandalore tomorrow.” Adara stepped her foot down, attempting to be the authoritative teen she had to be when on Vena. There was an assurance to the Epicanthix half-breed, and as Tamar laughed, pulling the truth out of her, she took off at a run.

Carnifex was descending on Manda’yaim and Concord Dawn. They had hours. Only scant hours. Just enough time to bundle up the children and a few favourite things, before rushing to the ships. Tamar off to Erebos, the children made for Wayland.

Now Mig… no.. She had to see him. He was as alive as she and their babies inside her. The world Mig and Leddie landed on was pristine, the gardens beautifully maintained. As he touched down, Tamar rushed out of the house to meet him.

“Mig! Mig, thank Kad, Nereus, Nussyn and the rest of the gods, oh my goddess you’re alright!”

 

[Mig Gred]

Mig was honestly surprised to see a would that was pristine, especially after everything. After Taanab, after Concord Dawn, after Taanab again and the interesting visit that was, he was finally somewhere not full of war, or death. It was nice. And then he saw [member="Tamar Fitz Kierke"]. His c'yare. She praised everyone she could that he was still alive, and Mig quickly pulled her into a hug, letting out a sigh of relief before giving her a kiss.


"Ner Kar'ta. I... I honestly thought I wouldn't be able to see you again. Concord Dawn.... And Ilik.... I'm just glad you're ok." Leddie slowly walked up, not quite hearing what Mig had said. Honestly it was probably better that way. She looked up, but stayed quite, smiling a little. It had been a long time since she'd seen Tamar, so it was nice to see her again. Mig then pulled away just enough to see Tamar, smiling a bit. "I... I had something to ask ya too."

 

[Tamar Gred]

Rushing from the house, the pregnant Epicanthix held [member="Mig Gred"] as firmly as she could as long as he let her. The kiss stilled Tamar’s frantic mind, bringing her back to their current situation. Mandalorians at war, how much longer did Mig have before another battle claimed him? What of Clan Gred?

Extraneous thought melted the moment Mig’s tired eye looked upon her, and he voiced how close he’d been to death’s sting. Tamar melted, pressing another kiss on his lips.

“C’yare, you made it… none of that, you… life wouldn’t be that unfair.” Leaning back, Tamar saw Leddie standing beside him alone. “Ilik? Where… where is Ilik? I can make some stim-caf, I know he likes it, if…”

The moment Leddie smiled ruefully up at Tamar, the Epicanthix put her hand on Mig’s chest and pushed him away.

“Leddie, our brave girl! Oh you poor thing, you daring child!” Down on one knee, Tamar threw her arms open for Leddie, taking her into her maternal embrace, and picking her up off the ground. “Brave girls get fresh baked cookies. It’s an absolute of surviving any battle. Come! Come come come, let’s go inside… yes Mig, you can ask me inside… once we all have some cookies, eh?”

Perhaps it was impossible to take the nanny out of the Panathan?

 

[Mig Gred]

Mig honestly didn't want to let go. He was so close on missing his children grow, leaving the clan leaderless... leaving Tamar before they could take that next step. [member="Tamar Fitz Kierke"] then leaned in and gave him a kiss, which seemed to calm the Alor from everything that happened. She then asked where Ilik was, which got a sigh from Mig, and a sadness seemed to wash over him. Leddie, hearing her Buir's name, sniffled a little, tears start to well up in her eyes. Mig looked at Leddie, closing his eyes.

"Ilik... he... he saved me, but...." Mig held back some of his own tears for a moment. "He didn't make it...." Mig then watch how Tamar treated Leddie, and it brought a smile back to his face. The little Zabrak hugged the Panathan, let out a little sob while the woman picked her up and told her they could get cookies. She looked at Tamar and gave her a little smile while Mig nodded at Tamar's answer to him. "Alright. Sounds like you've been keeping your mind off things to have cookies ready to go."

 

[Tamar Gred]

Tamar’s breath caught as she hugged onto Leddie. Ilik… gone for another nonsensical war against folk who did nothing to their attackers but exist. She grew to hate battle in that moment, drawn out by Ilik’s death and the nonsense of it all.

Who in their right or twisted minds wanted to burn the universe down for their own merriment? What sort of prize was a mountain of ash and cracked bone? And how in the hazy hereafter did one trust any but their own vode again? The freed slave gritted her teeth, hugging Leddie firmly into her and letting the girl cry on her shoulder.

“Oooh ooh oohh. It’s going to be alright mhi ad’ika. Buir and I won’t let go.” Tamar looked into [member="Mig Gred"]’s eyes, searching for the agreement. That was what he wanted to ask, wasn’t it? That they could take Leddie on? Another child in their half-made Aliit? “I’ve got cookies, tarts, bread, stew, and a house cleaner than the day it was built… I was worried… and with Yasha’s children off on Wayland, there was nothing for it. Adara was insistent. If they needed to run to that sha’buir Carnifex or Prazutis for help, I’d be a detriment. So! I baked. And a good thing too! Look at you, Leddie! Half starved and crying for chocolate!”

Trekking into the house, Tamar grit her teeth again at the silence swelling into the walls. It should have been brimming with life, with the Family and Yasha’s children. But instead… Setting Leddie on the counter, Tamar pulled over a plate of warm cookies. Blue milk was next, poured in a glass with a straw for the zabrak child. Smoothing her hair, Tamar leaned down to kiss Leddie’s forehead.

“Eat up. I’m sure it’s been a while since you’ve eaten.” With Leddie momentarily taken care of, Tamar turned to Mig and poured him a mug of stim-caf.

“You must be exhausted.” She tried to smile, succeeding when the sun hit his shoulder and the crest of his cheek just so. “Mig? I prayed you’d come back to me… and you did… I’m sorry about Ilik… have you heard about Yasha and Kaine? Did they make it? Yasha was… Adara and I begged her not to go. She could barely get her armour on.”

 

[Mig Gred]

Leddie cried a little harder as she buried her head in Tamar's shoulder. She felt like she'd lost everything all over again. When [member="Tamar Fitz Kierke"] looked at Mig, he gave her a nod, though something in his face said there was more to ask. The little Zabrak then lifted her head at what Tamar said.

"R-really...?" Mig smiled, wrapping an arm around his Ner Kar'ta's shoulder, and patting Leddies head.

"You think she'd lie to you?" Leddie smiled a little, still crying, but happier now. The Alor then looked at Tamar as she described what was going on, laughing lightly at the last thing she said. She was worried. He could understand the feeling. He gave her a slight nod, and walked along with her to the house. It was weird, such a large house just being silent. It didn't feel right. He then smiled watching his c'yare take care of his new ad'ika. Their new ad'ika. He prayed she wouldn't lose another aliit. Leddie, for her part, gave Tamar a hug, and told her "Thank you" before enjoying her cookies.

When Tamar came up with some stim-caf, Mig smiled, taking a sip as she said he must be tired. "Thanks, Ner Kar'ta. And yeah.... Spent more time in a starship than on the ground." Mig listened to her, sighing slightly before he spoke. "Ilik at least passed on his own term. Strangely, I almost felt a calm from him. Like a weight was lifted off him. As for Yasha and Kaine.... Yasha's critical, but not dead. Knowing her, that enough to say she'll live. Kaine... no one knows. He's not been accounted for yet." Mig then placed a hand on Tamar's stomach. "And how are our ik'aad?"

 

[Tamar Gred]

“I would never lie! Not about family, mhi ad’ika. Now, once you finish your snack, you may go play. The second door on the left is the children’s playroom, use whatever toys you like.” Surely that would get Leddie going a while. Children often needed unstructured playtime to handle their emotions, such odd and unusual things as growing emotions were. After the trauma of losing her father, and Concord Dawn, wouldn’t Leddie need time to rectify what she’d been through?

“My poor beloved. Fighting so hard and only now making it back.” Leaning over, Tamar kissed Mig’s temple. Her lips stopped upon hearing of Yasha and Kaine, a shrill of fear coating her spine. Without Yasha and Kaine… Tamar was only a freed slave. A gift given the Dark Lord could with impunity take away. The stench of her betrayal of House Zambrano nearly made Tamar jump.

“Nervous. They’ve been shifting all day, as if they can tell how nerve wracking it’s been.” Looking down at the swell of her stomach, Tamar held [member="Mig Gred"]’s hand in the spot where one of his twins was moving. “They don’t settle right unless you’re here. Not even born and they miss you, just as I do.”

The Erebosian breeze filtered through the windows, dancing on drapery and a table cloth atop the table set with warm bread, and a pot of stew. Not bothering with anything but the way the sunlight diffused across Mig’s face, Tamar reached out to cup his cheek.

“We love you, Mig. All of us, and… it won’t be long before the ad’ike tell you themselves… by waking you up in the middle of the night… every two hours in hunger.” Shaking her head, Tamar laughed and sipped her tea, breaking a cookie in half to take a nibble for herself. “I… it’s good I didn’t go with the children to Wayland, then. If they’re dead or dying, we… they won’t be safe near me. Not so close to Sith space. You ought… Mig I’m not safe to be near. He’ll come for me, I didn’t… I didn’t follow my objective. Another month or two, and you can take the newborns and Leddie and go.”

No, she seemed to think, no she would not cause his death. Not after all Mig already went through.

 

[Mig Gred]

Leddie smiled, enjoying her cookies before looking at the playroom and hugging [member="Tamar Fitz Kierke"] one more time before heading off to play. As she ran off, Mig chuckled before feeling Tamar kiss his forehead, but he could tell something was making here uncomfortable. Maybe it was about Yasha, or Kaine not being found yet. Maybe it was just everything just piling up. He looked over try to figure it out, but he couldn't quite put his finger on it. She then moved his hand to where one of the twins was moving. Mig smiled, feeling the kick, then smiling at Tamar.

"I've miss you too. I honestly thought I'd miss the twins being born. At least for a second or two." He sighed a little, then chuckled at how Tamar said their children would let him know they love him. He was actually kind of excited for it, weird as it sounded. Being a father technically for the second time now. He was about to answer Tamar when she surprised him with something else.

She... she just told him to take the ad'ike, and... leave her.... The look on Mig's face said it all. He couldn't believe what his c'yare was saying.... Leave her.... He... he couldn't.... The Alor wrapped his arms around Tamar, sighing lightly.

"Ner Kar'te. We're not leaving you. Our ad'ike are going to need you just as much as they'll need me. Kad, I need you. There are a few plans already. Two at least. One from Australis, and one from how things happened one Concord Dawn. Either way, we'd all be safe." He then looked at her, a slight smiled. "Plus.... I wanted to ask you if.... If you.... Would you want to be my riduur (spouse)?"

 

[Tamar Gred]

The child was beyond sweet. Tamar hugged Leddie back with both arms around the girl, before she ate her cookies and scampered off.

“… Mig…” Tamar stepped back, finding the cold edge of the counter pressed against her. He followed and held her, the arms strong and sweet. She could rest inside that embrace the rest of her life, but should she?

“… Darth Carnifex and his Sith are burning as they go, attacking Mandalore as if they could claim it… and the Jedi! They and their puppet masters are rushing up from the South. The same hypocritical warmongers who killed Cuyan, who tried to kill all of us, Mig… what safety do you think we have? You have a chance. A good chance, but not if I’m with you. He wants my blood… Mig…”

Tamar set her hands on [member="Mig Gred"]’s shoulders, dumbstruck at his request. Be his riduur? Get married, have a family that belonged to her, as if she won them? As if she… her breath choked out of her lungs. “Mig…”

A whisper. Didn’t he know slaves never got such luxuries as lives of their own? They could only borrow time against their pains, before the reaper claimed what remained.

“I… Yes, I… us? Riduur’e?” Struggling against a sniffle, Tamar threaded her arms around his neck and set her head on his shoulder. “Dash you, Miginator Gredadius… Dash you for giving me what I want more than anything in the universe.”

Despite the wars threaded against them, and the death of brothers in arms, Tamar laughed. For nerves, for joy, her shoulder shook as she laughed and cuddled into Mig’s arms. Was it such a bad thing to want a life of her own, now? If Carnifex was going to hunt her down, he could hunt down Tamar Gred, a woman protected and valued. A woman loved.

“I need you too. I’m scared… it’s been years, but now? I don’t feel safe, Mig. Not at all, not for a minute. Could tell you stories of what he does to those who displease him and refuse direct orders, but… it’s too awful. I want to be your bride. Your wife, and Leddie’s mother, but… how do we find our safe place? How do we trust in any plan?”

 

[Mig Gred]

Mig listed to what Tamar said, keeping her close as she explained how she felt. That Carnifex wouldn't stop until he killed her, and how they were being attacked from two sides now. He sighed. She may not like one of the plans then. Better then no plan he guessed. He didn't really know what to tell her though. What could make this better? Well, he did have one thing. Let her know she had a family, and it honestly felt good to finally ask. And then he heard her answer.

She seemed surprised, but wrapped her arms around him, saying yes and mock complaining to him about giving her something she wanted. Mig almost couldn't believe tat she said yes. He'd wanted to ask her for a long time now, but war has a way of keeping you from things. He just smiled, letting her head rest on his shoulder. "After everything that's happened, you should be able to have something you want." [member="Tamar Fitz Kierke"] then asked if there was any plan they could trust. She wanted to be his riduur, Leddie's mom, but she was still scared of what the future would hold. He couldn't really answer that. He may have been sensitive to the Force, but it didn't work that way. He gave her a quick kiss, looking outside for a moment.

"Honestly, vercopaanir. Hope. All you can have sometimes." He then looked back at Tamar, sighing. "Clan Australis plans on hiding as in western space as they can. Have a massive ship for it and everything. Offered for the other clans to join them. Right now though, most of Clan Gred are already on Taanab. I know it has a history, and that it's in jetii space, but Clan Tal is there, and I have a friend that could help with any issues that an entirely new clan showing up could bring.... A jetii'ika (Padawan) I gave a Trayc'kal on Eshan. Only other idea I have is to live on the ships, like the Mon Calamari did centuries ago, but.... I honestly don't know." When Mig spoke about Taanab, he felt his left eye. It was the battle he had lost his eye in, but the Alor at least had people he could trust there.

 

[Tamar Gred]

War could wait for a man’s family to piece itself together. Tamar sunk into [member="Mig Gred"]’s arms, the relief of something happy banishing their worries and fears for a few tender seconds. Leaning to kiss his lips, she savoured every one.

“Yes, I should… we should.” Another kiss washed down the worry in her throat. Even if it only lasted another slim moment.

“Tanaab. The planet of humanitarians that Jedi helped the evil Confederacy destroy. They were far too quick to take it into their supposedly humane fold, Mig. The Jedi are no more trustworthy than the Sith. They caused Beth’s death, nearly killed Aditya’s triplets nevermind… Mig I was there. You know I was there. Tanaab is haunted by the Jedi’s refusal to be the angels they claim. I could no sooner set foot on that planet than I could Bastion. The Silver Jedi disgust me. They planned that invasion, they’re as guilty as the Confederates, otherwise they could not be so quick as to take control of the system so quickly. So how can you trust them? Because they claim to be of the Light? The Light cannot abide the Darkness, Mig. True Light Siders don’t take such terrible advantage of the pain and death of others for their own sycophantic gains.

They are no sooner true Jedi than Adara is. And she’s a death-goddess in training.” Tamar pushed away from Mig, hugging her own arms and facing away from him. “I’d rather give myself up to Carnifex than seek those hypocrites’ and their charity. The cost is too expensive for my blood… no. I won’t go to Tanaab. I could never live within Jetiise space. They’re all villains.”

 

[Mig Gred]

Mig smiled at the happy moment, enjoying each kiss that she gave him. I would be nice for them to both have something they wanted for a change. He gave her one more kiss before explaining the plans, though it was clear that there was one she didn't like. [member="Tamar Fitz Kierke"] was quite adamant that she never wanted to enter Jetii space, noting everything that happened on Taanab. Honestly, Mig couldn't blame her. He placed a hand over his own left eye as she spoke. He was already wary of most Jedi. Kat was an exception, but he knew he could trust her. The others... he wasn't sure. It was clear though that Tamar did trust them. He walked up to her, placing a hand on her shoulder.

"That's why I wanted to ask you. I don't want to take the clan somewhere were you, or others wouldn't feel comfortable. To be honest... it was hard to go back, and with only one jetii'ika as an ally... as much as I trust them I don't know what their counsel would decide. I had to be sure the others were safe first, though." Mig sighed, smiling a bit. "I guess the best option than is for us to follow Clan Austalis. Go deep into western space. Far away from... well... anyone. The Jetii, the Dar'Jetii, the CIS.... I still plan on hitting slaver convoys, but... we'd be away from Carnifex, and anyone who'd want to hunt us." There was still something in Mig voice. A calmness, and a hope.

 

[Tamar Gred]

Tanaab’s fate terrified her. There were thousands of refugees from Tanaab’s population which did not return, displaced by so called Jedi, even when more went back hoping for one last chance at a life on their home world. The Silver Jedi Council could froth at the mouth at any moment, take away the subtle ploys at peace they were given. She held his hand to her shoulder, finding its’ warmth a comfort.

“You can’t trust them, Mig. They created fictions to condemn half of us to death and hit us until they could be proud they’d done it. That’s not any Light Sider I’ve ever seen. Not truly. You’re too good a man to fall into their manipulations, please…” Tamar turned around, seeing the smile on his face. Setting her finger to the scar tissue around his prosthetic eye, Tamar gave him a sordid smile of her own. “A wife can’t lose her riduur like that. I’d have to take up arms, and I’ve got no hand to hand combat ability, and I’m a terrible shot…no, it… it wouldn’t work.”

Her smile grew, as she sunk closer to him, nodding her head.

“Yes, I… I would be more comfortable going with Australis. Love or hate the man, he does happen to have quite the amount of everything to protect those he loves. After all, he is my brother-in-law. We’d be safer there, and I’m certain you could still do your slaver hitting. We… we have to protect the refugees in Er’kit, or find a way to bring them with us. They’d go, we have enough ships if we use Yasha’s fleet.” The breeze was warm on her back as it filtered through the kitchen windows. Tamar let the warmth claim her as she settled her forehead against her [member="Mig Gred"]’s.

“But… prior to all that bother and woe… we’re getting married.” Her smile lit the room, as Tamar let the relief of seeing her beloved alive combine with the future they promised each other.

“You want me as your bride.”

 

[Mig Gred]

Mig sighed slightly, knowing that she was right to an extent. The Jedi were either too quick to act, or would rather fight without questions. He didn't believe they were all bad though. Heck, he thought there could be good people within the CIS. Some had save his butt when those slavers jumped the old Gred flagship. He knew what she meant though, and why she was worried. He then smiled to her when she noted she'd have to take up arms if they hurt him, even if she wasn't the best. She also felt the scarring on his face, which honestly felt a bit weird. Then again, scaring always felt weird.

"I know, Ner Kar'ta. A handful want to remain on Taanab though. Keep the citizens that remained and Clan Tal safe. I want the clan to stay together, but I know it's a lot harder for Tal to just pick up and move than us, so... I may let those who wish to stay, stay." It was honestly a hard choice for Mig, but he couldn't force everyone to agree with him, plus some ears closer to everything else in the Galaxy wouldn't hurt. He still didn't know who was left on Concord Dawn, if anyone. He didn't want to leave the relief clan with support from the other clans, even if it was just a handful of Greds, but he seemed to relax as he looked to Tamar. At least there was one thing in the Galaxy that wasn't chaos right now.

He smiled to her as she came close, explaining that following the Australis would be the best option to her, and that the refugees of Er'kit needed to be protected. He smiled, holding her hand. "We'll be sure they're safe. I promise. And your right. He may used a sledge hammer when you need a scalpel, but he's got the supplies to protect everyone." Mig then closed his eyes as [member="Tamar Fitz Kierke"] laid her forehead against his, content with the moment. He slowly wrapped his arms back around his c'yare. They had a whole future ahead of them, and they had each others' backs through it all. Tamar's smile warmed his heart too as she said they were getting married. He smiled and stepped back, sliding his hands into hers. She then asked if Mig wanted her to be his bride, and he smiled.

"Ni vaabir (I do)." He then looked at her, smiling a bit more. "And do you want me to be your husband?"

 

[Tamar Gred]

“That’s the hero in you, Mig. Always wanting to ensure everyone around you has it better than they did before. Part of what I love about you.” Tamar smiled sadly, knowing the fracturing of Mandalore meant the fracture of Clans once united. “There’ll always be plenty of Mandalorians to watch out for one another… I fear the Silvers and their overlords. I fear a plenty given one minute will be a war struck the next. We can’t trust them, not with their connections to the Dark. If… it’s Light you want, I know where we can find Jetiise who don’t follow marauders’ roads. Maybe if… maybe if we aligned with them this wouldn’t burn so badly.”

Hadn’t there been whispers of other Jedi, true to their Way? It surely wasn’t all Jetiise who were lost on this villainous and sanctimoniously cursed road. As she held [member="Mig Gred"], Tamar knew she held the lifeline she needed. It was easy to look at Yasha’s children as her reason for existing, it was her duty and only task to serve… before.

Mig was the symbol of her selfish blossoming into an individual of her own, the man who fetched and held her in the night. Her warrior, damaged by his times but strong as beskar.

“I’ll follow you wherever you lead… or no. Not follow… I can’t follow someone I’m standing beside hand in hand. I’ll share it. I promise.” Her hand drifted from his scars to cup the back of his neck, hold him firm and close as their foreheads remained connected that moment longer.

“By Kad’s chin, that sounds exactly like him. ‘Situation needs delicacy? I’ll bring the bulldozer!’” Tamar attempted a poor representation of Kaine Australis’ voice, before breaking into a wide grin. Her eyes drifted shut and she clung there, her arms around her beloved. Thoughts of the dangers over her head lingered behind her eyes, was it fair to bring Mig into her woes? Was he owning them too, by joining with her? Yes… but if Mandalorians were anything, Tamar learned, they were never afraid of a fight to protect their aliit.

“Nii vaabir.” Tamar whispered, her eyes opening to search his face. “I’ve never wanted anything more than I’ve wanted to stay with you. We’re one. Regardless of distance or illness or pain. We’re always going to be.”

 

[Mig Gred]

Mig smiled, keeping her close. He had never really seen it as being a hero. It was just what he felt was right. She then mentioned another group of Jedi existing, and nodded to her. "I've heard the same, Ner Kar'ta. Maybe we could find them?" They could do that, but right now, Mig was honestly doing the first thing that could be considered selfish that he had done in a long time. He just wanted to stay here with [member="Tamar Fitz Kierke"] and forget the Galaxy for a moment.

She then said that she promised to stand with him, side by side, and share whatever came their way. His smile grew as his eyes opened, feeling Tamar's hand move behind his head. "As do I, Tamar. Whatever comes, we'll take it together." The seriousness of the room was then broken by Mig soon to be Riduur attempted to mimic Kaine's speech, and a chuckle escaped his lips. Kaine was... something to say the least. Sometimes the Alor wondered how a man who designed so many ships with cloaking devices could be so brute force at the same time. And then, It was time.

Tamar answered his own question to her, and when she said "Nii vaabir" a warmth came over Mig. He listen to her, smiling as she spoke. He smiled, and soon answered her with his own. "Mhi solus tome, mhi solus dar'tome, mhi me'dinui an, mhi ba'juri verde." It was traditional, but it was definitely true. He then smiled, giving Tamar a kiss.

 

[Tamar Gred]

“We should. Maybe they can help? Or at least be a safe haven, while we transport the others.” How many times could people be displaced? Eventually the Galaxy would realize bullying Mandalorians was never going to be a longevity based plan.

“If Carnifex ever does get me… is it impossible to tell you to run? Likely will be too late, he’s not known to take vengeance slowly.” It could wait. The whole horror of their situation could wait for a man and woman to bind themselves together, one both in proximity and apart. Together in every circumstances of life. However long that life would be.

It’d better be a danged long time! Tamar didn’t want to give [member="Mig Gred"] up for gold nor greatness. And at the moment she couldn’t be farther from harm. Her smile brightened as he spoke his vows, there and quiet in the kitchen of the Cadera family home.

“Mhi solus tome, mhi solus dar’tome, mhi me’dinui an, mhi ba’juri verde… we’ve already started on the raising warriors, eh?” Tamar kissed her husband, clinging to him as long and lasting as she could. She guided his hand to feel the bump of her stomach, and their babies shifting inside. Leaning back only after she was satisfied, Tamar cupped Mig’s cheek and kissed him again before pulling away.

“When do we tell Leddie? Do you think she’d mind having me for a mother? Oh… oh I just realized… [member="Adenn Kyramud"] is going to claim you as a son, now. Watch out, you’re about to get adopted!” Tamar laughed, shaking her head. “We have a family. We are a family… I have a family…”

The freed slave couldn’t believe the luck of it, her, Tamar born of no name, with no parents and no children to hold had a family nobody could take away.

 

[Mig Gred]

Mig didn't have to think much on Tamar's question. He smiled slightly, holding her close. "If it was to protect you and the ad'ika, Kad himself wouldn't be able to get me to leave." Mig smiled again. No one messed with a Mandalorian's aliit. No one. Finally though, the time had come.

Mig smiled hearing his new Riduur say her vowels, and soon kissed him. The Madalorian enjoyed the kiss, keeping his eyes closed. He felt his hand get moved, and felt him and Tamar's twins moving around. They were aliit now. He closed his eyes, letting out a content sigh before hearing [member="Tamar Gred"] speak up, asking when they should tell Leddie, and if she would mind having the woman as a mother. She also noted that Adenn would probably adopt Mig now. He smiled, giving her a quick kiss.

"Leddie'll probably get curious soon, and I'm sure she'll love having you as her mom. Also figure Adenn would do something." She then said they were now family. She had a family. Mig gave her another kiss, smiling even more. "We both do."

"Ew...." Mig looked over to see Leddie, who apparently thought him kissing Tamar was icky. Her buir just shook his head, and waved her over.

"Come here you." As she walked over, the man picked her up. "Leddie, me and Tamar have something to tell you about."

 

[Tamar Gred]

“I thought not.” Tamar stuck her finger on his chest. “No dying. I refuse to let you, husband.”

The kiss ended woefully early, yet long enough for Tamar to lean back breathless. Her face hurt from the grin upon it, hands elegantly placed on [member="Mig Gred"]’s shoulders. This was the sad but better option for Mig coming home, not without its’ sorrows, but blessed nonetheless.

“I hope so, I love that little girl to Manda and back.” Running her hands up and down his arms, Tamar went to lean in for another kiss… yet…. the child cometh! “Leddie! Cyar’ika, h-hello.”

Oh how embarrassing, the child caught them! Wondering if she should let the girl get used to affections such as these filtered in and out of the once-nanny’s mind. Was it okay to kiss her husband in front of their child?

“Ew? Why ew?” Why not!? Affection was important in a marriage, and in the lives of the children! Tamar fussed with Leddie’s hair after Mig picked her up, ensuring the child was comfortable. She really was fond of Leddie, from picking out candy to seeing the girl around, she was a sweet thing who would grow up as a strong warrior for the Clan. An intelligent child.

“Leddie? How would you like to have a Mommy, as well as your Buir?” Hoping after she said it, the child wouldn’t go ‘ew gross, mothers are weird!’ and run off, Tamar looked to Mig for a moment.

“Mig and I said the Riduur’ok. We’re married and… and I’d love to be your mother, Leddie. If you let me.”