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Burc'ya,
The kid misses you, I think. He seems to get bored of my company every so often, and I just have a gut feeling that he’s questioning where you are.
I think by now your leg should be fully healed, if you’ve been caring for it with bacta. Bacta really works miracles in the most dire situations, I should know.
Just, please let me know if there’s anything I can do for you. You do so much for me around the ship and for some of my jobs. You really don’t have to, yet you still come back every time.
Thank you for everything.
Sincerely, Mando
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Burc'ya,
This is urgent. Do not let anyone read this letter. Come to me as soon as you possibly can. This situation is life or death. Burn this letter after you read it.
The kid was taken. I need to do everything in my power to get him back. To reunite him with me again. With you again.
Meet me in Nevarro tomorrow.
Greef Karga recently informed me that the Client, the man who ordered the bounty for the kid, is staging an occupation on Nevarro. Ex-stormtroopers have infested the town. Karga and I have already assembled a small team in order to take down the occupation.
I need your help.
- Mando
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Burc'ya,
I’m not sure where to start.
Your help in taking down the Client, the ex-stormtroopers, and Moff Gideon on Nevarro was indispensable. I truly could not have survived without you, literally and figuratively.
I know you’ve already called me an idiot multiple times for laying there to die. I felt hopeless at the moment. I think it was rather cowardly of me, but still, I face struggles with the Mandalorian code day in and day out. I don’t think I’ve ever admitted that to myself until just now.
IG-11 really pulled through to save me that day. I also have to say, the jetpack came in handy and I’m glad it ended up in my possession.
The kid and I are now on our way to find his family, or his place of origin. I’m not really sure where to begin, but with the little information I have now, I have a sliver of hope that we’ll find it. Ever since the covert on Nevarro was uncovered, I’ve felt lost. I need to find my own kind again. They’ll have my back.
Everytime you part from me, you always tell me “Stay safe, and may the stars guide you.”
I like that saying. I think about it often.
I could use more of your help around the ship, and I truly hope to see you again soon. This time, under normal circumstances. And with the child. He misses you.
Sincerely, Mando