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Kestri was a planet.
That's about how much thought Mevi put into it all. She was never much for clan and family. Lone Mandalorian raising a lone kid never did much for bringing that bond with others. She didn't talk much either, so that didn't help. But constantly fighting wasn't something anyone could do and stay healthy. Downtime was needed. So here she was, her first trip to the New Home of Mandalorians, wandering the streets without much of a purpose or goal.
Just a lone Mando walking down the street in full Beskar'gam, looking for something to do. That didn't involve fighting. Maybe. Fighting was always fun, now that she thought about it. Did Kestri have a fighting pit? Her gaze traveled the streets until she saw it. Small shop. Mechanic at that? She'd been meaning to get a tune up. She'd open the door and step in, slipping off her helmet. "Hey, anyone home?"
Hilal Vizsla