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When Bo had been young, she never would have thought that she would be in a group like Death Watch. But then she would have thought that she would get to be raised by her parents and with her sister who Bo loved and still did. When her parents had died, and she hadn’t even gotten to stay with Satine long.
No, Bo and Satine’s parents had put that if they were to die that she would get fostered by Pre Vizsla, who was close with her parents and distantly related to her mother. Satine would have to adjust to ruling Mandalore after all. And Bo would need to learn different things anyway since she was the spare.
Now Pre was the closest she had to family. He was like a father to her. And she wanted to make him proud. She had to make him proud. And so when he told her that she would be in Death Watch… at first she tried to say she wouldn’t, but… she didn’t have a choice. Not really.
And now Pre was determined to make her as strong as she could be. But it wasn’t easy. It still wasn’t easy now that she was thirteen and in Death Watch.
Today was an example of that. Bo was sparring with Rook Kast. Bo was good. She knew that she was good, but Rook was older and more expeirneced than her. Older and more experienced. And today for some reason Pre thought it would be good for them to fight without their armor. He said something about how they always had to be ready.
It had started off fine and Bo had been doing well. She saw herself winning. She saw herself succeeding. But then Rook got a good hit. A good hit on Bo’s head and not just that but she knocked her down and she hit her head. Hard.
Pain shot through her right away and things went black. When Bo woke up… not long later? She didn’t think it was that long later? There was laughter. There was laughter and so much ringing.
And pain.
Bo felt like she was going to be sick.
Pre said was saying something about how Rook had won. Someone grabbed her arm and yanked her up. Bo tried to keep standing but everything was spinning. So when he let go of her, she almost fell to the ground of Concordia.
Stars, what was wrong with her?
“Bo, how many fingers am I holding up?” Ursa said as she came over. Ursa! Ursa was here. She was glad. Ursa was like her sister.
“I… I…” Bo said as Pre said something to her. He wasn’t happy and she knew that things were never good when Pre wasn’t happy.
“You lost, Bo-Katan,” Pre said. She finally managed to make out. “You know that losing…” It was some sort of threat but the ringing was making it so much worse. She couldn’t understand.
“What?” Bo asked, trying to understand what he had been saying. She… what had happened? Why were things like this?
“You need to spar again,” Pre said, and he shoved her forward. Bo didn’t know how she would do this. She couldn’t do this. There was Rook but there was many of her. How could there be so many of her?
Bo was hit again. More pain. She almost let out a cry but even now she knew that she couldn’t. She had to be strong.
Strong.
Strong.
That way Pre would be proud.
Someone grabbed her.
“Commander, she’s injured,” Ursa said, holding Bo close to her. Bo would usually have pulled away because she didn’t want to look weak but she hurt. And she didn’t understand what was going on.
“She needs…” Everything was ringing. Ursa and Pre were arguing but eventually he nodded and waved them away. Ursa grabbed her arm and pulled her forward.
“But Pre… I need to make Pre proud,” Bo said, letting out a whimper. She had to go back. She had to.
“You need to rest right now,” Ursa said. “And see someone about your head.”
“But…” But Ursa didn’t listen to her and took her to the medical wing. After the bac-spray Bo did feel a little bit better, but she still knew that she had failed.
Nothing good happened when you failed Pre.