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Y’all I think I’m actually gonna write this bitch
“There are days Bo, where I cannot sleep, where I cannot breathe because everyone who I ever cared for is gone,” Ursa said. She took a shuddering breath before continuing, “Tristan and Alrich were in Keldabe when the Night happened. The last thing I remember before my family’s stronghold collapsed around me was desperately trying to hail them on the comms. Just to hear their voices one last time.”
“I’m sorry”, Bo said. And she was. The Purge was her greatest failure. War had come to Mandalore, a war she invited, and she’d been caught with her kute down. How many mando’ade had looked to the skies in fear and wondered where their leader was? How many had stared down the barrel of a droid’s blaster and cursed her name? Bo didn’t know. She wasn’t sure she wanted to know.
Ursa scoffed. “Don’t apologize. I followed you into war. I dragged my whole clan after you into war. The fault for what happened to my people rests with me and me alone. Just don’t ask me to help you claim the title of Mand’alor again.”
A dry chuckle ripped itself from Bo’s throat. “Believe me, it’s been made readily apparent that I am not fit to rule. I can handle combat, I can handle strategy meetings and organizing patrols, but may the Ka’ra help us if I’m our last hope for a bunch of dying worlds dependent upon dying moons for food.” She had never been built for the administrative aspects of ruling. More than once she’d grown so frustrated with reports on crop schedules or interdome commerce that she’d chucked the offending datapad at her poor nephew before heading to the training yard to hack things to pieces.
And oh, wasn’t that just a punch to her gut. Her nephew, another casualty of the damned Purge. He had run headfirst into the smoke and fire to save as many of their people as he could. A good kid, one who’d died far too soon.
“To be fair,” her old friend began. “We didn’t proclaim you our leader because of your administrative skills. We did it because you were our only option who wasn’t an outsider, Imperial puppet, or sadist.”
did i ever tell u guys that in fifth grade my class wrote a play bc we were studying ancient greece? it was called persephone and the (not so hot) heroes. i played demeter. basically, persephone got kidnapped by kronos and i strong armed hades into giving me 3 heroes from the underworld to get her back but they were actually terrible and i forget how she was actually saved but bottom line is that you wish you were my fifth grade class
