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My name is Sigi Zala, and I make a lot of bad decisions.
I’ve been trying to tell myself that if I hadn’t made one bad decision in particular, then I wouldn’t be in this situation. But truth be told, I would have ended up here anyway, just with fewer skills and without my chosen family and beloved as the motivating force that has kept me going through all of this. Returning to my husband and his clan was goal number one, the work I’d been doing in the meantime? Just a little fun to keep me busy and earn some creds to help me get back to them.
It wasn’t really a bad decision to sign on with a Mandalorian merc I’d only just met – after getting shot with a blaster, killing my first man, then breaking my hand trying to fight said Mando – and his very charming, very disturbed, very determined sons, to commit what I called just a little light treason.
Falling in love with a deeply traumatized, probably sociopathic, killing machine with daddy issues – also not a bad decision. At all.
(He's also gorgeous and absolutely amazing in bed. Go ahead. Be jealous.)
No. The real bad decision I made, the one that landed me in this mess as well as the mess that landed me that husband, was never learning how to fly.