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Later, Bo-Katan will look back and realize how absolutely blind she had been and the Armorer will give a little shrug, push her tousled hair behind her ear, and murmur, "That's okay."
Right now however, they are once again in the depths of an Imperial hold out, admittedly a much smaller one than the one that had been on Mandalore. No need to crash ships today, Axe. Having been almost a year since retaking Mandalore, the cleanup never seems to end but here amidst the firing blaster bolts and taunting Mandalorian cries, it is a much brighter picture.
Which is of course means Koska's words are haunting her in the middle of battle as she weaves and dodges on training instincts. "...I almost feel bad. You are truly oblivious aren't you Bo?"
She had said this one night over drinks when Bo had been complaining about the Children of the Watch. Not real complaining, just musing on how some of her good friends were from the Tribe and while some had changed, many still refused to remove their buy'ce. It made the joy of dining together lose a little something. Like when the Armorer had seemed almost gleeful after finally having the ingredients to make a batch of uj'alayi. She had ensured Bo, as their leader, had gotten the slice she had deserved and Bo hadn't been able to share with the woman.
"You know you could fix that right? Being able to see her face?"
So here she is. Bo-Katan Kryze, attempting to decipher the meaning behind her right hand's words. How could she possibly change the ways of the Tribe? The only reasons they took their helmet off were if they were alone or among clan-- Oh.
Oh.
She sees the Stormtrooper that had been 'sneaking' up on her in the middle of battle at the last moment but before she can do more than try to face him the sound of shattering plastoid reaches her. The Armorer's hammer deals a lethal blow as the other woman steps between them and smashes it into his head. There is a grace to the way she fights despite the very physical and almost feral ferocity to it.
"Lady Kryze, are you alright?" The Armorer turns to her and the way her golden crown tilts means she's once again checking Bo over for injury. She was always--
Oh!
--always checking on Bo. Finding her on late nights and bringing food. Assisting her in the politics of uniting entirely too many clans with histories of bad blood. Fixing her armor. Forcing her to take a break. Bo reaches out to grasp the Armorer's forearm, almost like in greeting, but mostly to pull her closer. The leather of the Armorer's heavy glove presses into her suit as the woman returns the gesture, holding tight to her as her helm tilts in confusion.
"Marry me!"
"..." The Armorer almost drops her hammer but then with a tone Bo realizes she's heard before but not registered, "Are you asking or commanding, my Lady Kryze?" The other woman practically purrs the words out. Beneath her own buy'ce she feels her cheeks flush red.
"Asking! Marry me?" She tries again only to hear a faint, 'Are you kriffing kidding me? Now?' in the background. She chooses to ignore it, waiting eagerly for an answer. Then the Armorer yanks her closer and out of the way of a blaster bolt and spins to toss her hammer directly into the face of Stormtrooper. He hits the ground with a thud but the Armorer is turning back to Bo then.
"Mhi solus tome--" Bo feels joy vibrate through her body as she repeats the words.
"Mhi solus dar'tome--"
"Mhi me'dinui an--"
"Are they serious right now?"
"Mhi ba'juri verde--" The entire time they are dancing out of the way of blaster bolts to the music of Koska and Axe bickering in the background.
"You know this means I am going to kiss you the moment you take that helmet off right?" Bo asks in a breathless voice and the Armorer presses her forehead to Bo's. The metal sings as it presses together. "I look forward to it."
We are one when together,
we are one when parted,
we will share all,
we will raise warriors.
