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Joren and Kelsa trailed behind Nyna and Dono as they left Telchu’s Emporium after finding a new battery regulator for the Dreams. They had been to several junk dealers and other parts dealers in the space port with no luck, spending more time than they would have liked searching for the part. Finally, they had come to Telchu’s and found the part they needed, and with a small amount of negotiation, they were able to agree upon a price and purchased the regulator. Once Nyna was able to replace the part, they would be on their way. 

Joren could hear Dono and Nyna chatting excitedly about something as they walked, but was unable to discern exactly what it was. However, it wasn’t all that important to him. Instead, his focus was on Kelsa, who although she seemed to be doing well despite her recent losses, he didn’t need the Force to tell him that she was barely holding on. 

“I’m here for you, you know.” Joren said to her seemingly out of the blue.

“I know.” Kelsa responded.

“I’ve…I’ve been there. I lost my father and…” Joren paused for a moment, trying to think on his feet, having almost let slip the word “master.” He took a deep breath and continued. “Someone else very close to me, not too long before I met up with you guys.”

“You never told me that.” Kelsa said. “You’ve never really talked about your past.” 

“There’s really nothing much to talk about.” Joren replied.

Kelsa was about to ask him something, but she could see that Dono and Nyna had been approached by a pair of Rodians, and several more were moving toward them. 

“Oh boy…” Kelsa started to say.

“Stay back, I’ll handle this.” Joren told Kelsa as he approached his friends and the Rodians.

“Is there a problem here?” Joren asked.

“Yes problem. Mando not want to give us parts.” The Rodian said in broken basic. 

“There’s no need for that.” Joren said. “Why don’t we buy you a drink?”

“No drink. We not like Mandos, we want his ship parts.” The Rodian insisted.

“I don’t think you’ve thought this through, my friend.” Joren said, signaling for Dono to holster the weapon that he had just drawn. “It isn’t wise to try to rob a Mandalorian.”

Just as Dono had holstered his weapon, the Rodian pulled his blaster out and leveled it directly at Joren’s face. Through the Force, Joren could feel the Rodian’s intentions. Before the Rodian was able to pull the trigger, Joren knocked the Rodian’s hand away, knocking the blaster from his grip. He followed up with a right cross that knocked the Rodian off of his feet. Nyna and Dono joined in, attacking the Rodians, Nyna with a swift kick to one Rodian’s midsection, and Dono with a roundhouse right. With the brief scuffle over, Joren felt someone else approaching. He turned on the fast approaching being with a wild right hand punch, pulling back at the last second when instead of seeing another Rodian, he saw a pretty brunette human standing before him.

“Well, you’ve managed to make a mess.” The woman said.

“It wasn’t our intention.” Joren said.

“It doesn’t matter. You can’t reason with those Rodians, they’re animals.” The woman said with an anger in her voice that wasn’t directed at anyone in particular. “We should get moving, they’ll be back with their friends any minute.” 

“Where are we going?” Nyna asked, suspicious of the woman.

“My place isn’t too far from here. It’ll be safe there.” She told them.

Joren just stood there, not sure what to make of the young woman. He looked to Nyna, Dono, and then to Kelsa, who looked to be on the verge of tears. Kelsa had been through a lot over the last few days, and the last thing she needed was another shoot out with yet another band of thugs. Almost as if reading his mind, Dono nodded in silent approval to Joren.

“Lead the way.” Joren said, motioning for the woman to take the lead. “I’m Joren,” He said as he began motioning towards his friends, “this is Dono, Nyna, and Kelsa. And you are?” 

“Brya.” The woman said shortly. “Less talking, more walking. We don’t want to be here when they get back.

As they made their way away from the site of the brawl toward Bria’s house, Joren felt something, a presence. Then he realized that it wasn’t just one, but three. First there was a familiar presence, one calm and soothing. It was a presence that he had felt before, but he just couldn’t place it. Then there was a second presence, like the first, strong in the Force, but this one was dark, wild and angry. Then there was something…else. Something powerful, and unlike anything he had ever felt before. And as they walked toward their new friend’s house, he couldn’t shake the feeling that whatever this strange presence was, it was watching them.