"You stand where you have no right to be, child, unless I am mistaken."

"I do not seek the way."

"Then, for your sake, I hope you give sufficient reason to live beyond this day."

"I will not survive another year, if I cannot find a mate. This is why I do not come only to seek the way of my Mandalorian fore mother. I will not dishonor the way, when I fear I cannot pledge my whole being."

"What are you, child?"

"The only known Omega to be born from the bones of a natural Mandolrian since the time of the Mthsosure."

"The way is not a species."

"Aliit ori'shya tal'din. I understand it is greater than that, it is a people bound together with strength beyond blood."

"Yet you think you shall find what you seek here…"

"I have smelt them, felt them. Their genetics have called to mine."

"There may be one, he is of an old house-"

"They are not here, not this day. I followed them from worlds away. They had no visible aliik, they are a hunter, aside from their craft, that is all I know. I do not even know if the dormant Alpha is male or female."

"I know of whom you speak, have you any other potential mates?"

"They are taken then…"

"No. But the commitment you ask for is great. He has struggled within himself. I would not set your hopes upon him. Even if you forsake all and take our sacred oath."

"Would you give him a message, should I be allowed to leave?"

"Yes, go in peace."

"Copaani gaan?" A woman asked him, in perfect Mando'a. Her face and figure was somewhat obscured by her veil and loose fitting robe. He hadn't noticed her as he entered the passage to his Covert. He nearly dropped all he was carrying so he could incapacitate the stranger. He remembered the Armorer's message in time.

"No, I can manage just fine." He saw she was carrying A large basket of uj'alayi.

"I was given permission to wait here. When you are not busy could you take this too? I was told there were younglings who might enjoy it."

He had only just learned of the three foundlings that had arrived shortly before his return. And of a woman who had a proposal for him. Supposedly an Omega. The Armorer hadn't said outright that it was about fathering her children but he was left with that impression. So why wasn't she wearing her helmet…?

"Yes, they will appreciate that…"

"Thank you."

It was ridiculous! Impossible! But the Armorer had given him pression, encouraged this. He sat in a daze, sharing some of the sweet treats she had made, more than enough for the entire Covert to enjoy. It wouldn't hurt to get to know her.

"Shig?" He saw that it was in a vessel he could easily drink from without removing his helmet.

"Yes, thank you." It was nice, even with a bitter herbal finish.

"Do you have any questions? Oh! I am sorry, I don't even know what you were told this wa-"

"I understand what you are looking for, what you are."

"An Omega or a Dar'manda?"

"Both."

"But you came to see me anyway."

"I did…" his mind spun once she removed her veil. Colors seemed brighter even through his visor's filter. Perhaps she was not the most beautiful woman he had ever beheld with his own eyes. He couldn't think of anyone more beautiful at the moment. What he did know, he knew never before had he felt such a powerful want encompassing his entire being. "You choose me mesh'la?"

"I felt you, your presence, your scent out of nearly a thousand in that market on Hosnian Prime a few months ago…" No one he knew could have told her that. He had spent only a few hours there, not even half a day's time. The next planet had been about a week away. "...then again at what I am assuming was your next stop. There were a few hundred small settlements on that planet but I knew you would be there. I found your ship, but I had to leave before you returned. Then I found your Covert by- wa-what I once would have called chance." She finally took a breath. "...but it was the same pull, only fainter." Either his ship had a tracker he didn't know about. Which was unlikely, he constantly scanned for them, or the universe had really brought them together.

"And you wanted- want me?" She nodded, gripping the pillow in her lap tightly. "Wha- how I'm not an Alpha I think I'd know-"

"You are latent, dormant, but you are my Alpha."

"Say that again."

"My Alpha."

"How- how can this be? Unless….The stories are true."

Centuries of Centuries ago, Mandalorians were a species of their own. From the beginning those sworn to the Mandalorian creed were Mandalorian. But before, the before, in the beginning of the beginning, there were the three that became the whole. A genetic lineage that drew the strongest together, those that led and Concord, to those that nurtured and taught The Way. Those that defended to those that provided.

The power of the universe would bind the tribes of the faithful together. Providing a split apart, a being so perfect for you they were blind to all others. Your face was the only face they would see, as if all others hid in shame for the brightness of your love. They would reflect on your victories and failure with pride, because of your survival, your survival being your strength, and your strength is the strength of the tribe. Thus once was The Way. A romantic dream yes? In these times it is said that they died with the Mthsosure.

There were warnings too. The nightmarish stories told about the twisted insanity and the ultimate betrayal of The Way. This evil came lusting after the split apart of another. One they were not meant for, those they were unworthy of, to do so would cause destruction and degradation to all touched by such corruption.

Some say it was what caused the beginning of the end of the Mandalorians…

He remembered the longing he felt, amplified by the stories told to children about the perfect matches, how mates once found one another. That it was still possible, how he had hoped. Wondering many lonely nights through his adolescence if the universe could bring him his split apart, if The Way could give back what was taken from him.

"I want you to know me Omega, to see me…" She jumped up from where she had been seated.

"Please! Don't!" Her hands covered his own, stopping him from removing his helmet. "I can think of no greater gesture of love, and I wish my first could be when we share that sacred moment." He pulled her close, running his hand over every inch of her body he could reach. He had to, he needed to know this wasn't a dream. "But I can't, I can't let you when I may have to leave. I don't want to die, and I don't want to look for another."

Die? Look for another? She was adorable, even if her fear was clouding her mind. His sweet, innocent, scared little Omega. How fervently his cyar'ika cared and worried over them already

"I would never let anything harm you Omega."

"Can you wait?... I don't want to be afraid when we become one." She was so perfect, she wanted to wait, take their oaths together, she would join his Covert and as soon as she took the creed they would be married and have children and…

"I have waited my whole life for you. And if I knew I would one day have you as my own, I would wait another 26 years happily. I will do as you ask, even if it pains me."

"A-Alpha… you, thank you, you are- sa-so.." A soft sob caught in her throat. "Kind. But you must know…" Oh my sweet girl! He thought, brushing her beautiful long hair away from her tear stained face. He didn't have to try to understand what she was saying, he could barely hear her if she had been speaking clearly with the pounding rush of blood in his ears. It didn't matter, because he felt it too. He understood.

I- I can never repay-" She hiccuped adorably and sighed, tears shining in her eyes. He wanted to kiss away her tears. But waiting would be worth it. She was worth it, their love, the life they were going to build together… When had she undressed? Why was he wasting a moment's thought on such a foolish question. His mind, that had once been so fuzzy, his entire being on fire, was suddenly sober, he swallowed thickly.

"Undress me." His voice was steady, though his body shook. She had to want this. He needed her to want this enough to physically participate in reaching their end goal. She also needed to have a clear enough mind to be able to remove his armor, that would be proof she was not too emotional for this important step. He didn't have the words or strength to articulate his own need for reassurance, so he settled for watching her remove the only things between them.

"If you blindfold me, leave the room to remove your helmet and then join me in my bed, you can answer with the truth when asked about the creed. You will never have removed it in front of another, and no one will have see you with out it."

"Ner mirdala ad'ika, my clever, clever girl." He petted her hair as she kneeled down before him. Her hands were shaking, her whole body trembled as she blindly underdressed him. But she wasn't afraid, it was the same thundering storm of passion that was building inside of him. Her eyes never once left his helmet's T shaped visor. Meeting his eyes perfectly, like she could see through it.

He didn't know how he controlled himself long enough for her to undress him completely, he certainly did waist a nanosecond before scooping her up in his arms and carrying her to her sleeping quarters.

To the left first door on the right of the hall. She mumbled into his neck as she kissed it.

The room was almost dark enough that she wouldn't have needed a blindfold. But she asked for it, and wanted it. Somehow his perfect Omega knew how important his creed was. How it felt like a knife twisting between his ribs every time his commitment was questioned by others who had taken the same creed as him.

He had grabbed his neck wrapping after gathering her into his arms to take her to her bed. He ran it over her skin, up the length of her body, she was writhing and moaning by the time he brought it to her face.

"May I?" She asked breathlessly. Hoping to hurry things along.

"Yes." He gave her permission to try to tie shared a soft laugh as she failed to.

"Help me?"

"Always." She kissed his palm when he pulled away from checking to see if it was secure. He exited quickly then ripped off his helmet, not carrying where it landed, he had to get his mouth on her body. His first real kiss, their first, he thought. One of many firsts they would share…

He kissed his way back down her body, feeling her slippery arousal against his own skin as he descended to its source.

"Dank Ferrik! Fuck! Ibic mesh'la …cyar'ika, you are so fucking perfect! Maker!"

"Ner Riduur! Ner Alpha! Please I feel so empty without-" She was silenced by his mouth attacking her throbbing Cunt like it was his only meal in months. There was no finesse or techie, just hunger. He didn't know how long it had taken to satisfy his overwhelming thirst for her slick, or at least enough that he surrendered to his Omega's pained cries. Her sobbing pleads for him to fill her with his cock. His words were animalistic snarls as he thrust into her with bruising strength. Though his pace remained steady, and his words always similar, always circling, became soft prayer like whispers.

"You are mine, mine, perfect, perfect cyar'ika! All mine. Such a perfect Omega, beautiful and all mine." When he spilt his seed inside her, he did not swell and remain inside her, but it was not surprising to him that that part of the stories had been a myth...

He was going to die, and as much as he wanted to make peace with it, he had one last regret. It was distant, barely a glimmer in his memory until the bounty droid wanted to remove his helmet. The overwhelming emotions that came with those memories seemed fitting in the way life seems to become a cosmic joke. The aftermath of the time he spent with the one living being he wanted to show his face to, who he would have shown if she hadn't stopped him, caused part of him to die. 10 years passed before he began to find his way back to living, caring, 6 more passed and the thought of having a child of his own had never once entered his mind. Then he crossed paths with the child, the one he could no longer deny an ever growing fondness for. He cared for him not only because of his creed, his honor, he cared for him because he had saved him in ways he no longer thought possible.

After the heat was over, when the spell was broken. When he learned he still was not "true Alpha" his fears robbed him of compassion and understanding. After his whole universe imploded with anger and pain, he would remember those moments perfectly. Replay it over and over, pulling apart every act, every word said, every sound made.

He remembered how she had tried to lay those fears to rest, she asked him for time. Why! Why didn't it work? What more could they do? She chased him across a sea of stars. They were meant for each other, the others perfect match. Unless it had been a lie. Unless- unless they were unworthy. Or one of them was unworthy of the other. She wanted time, but she wouldn't take the creed. What could she possibly be waiting for! They were meant to be together in every way imaginable. Why couldn't she commit?! Unless she lied, unless he was just a means to an end. He had never felt more anger and disgust in his life. He had to hold on to the anger, if he didn't, his heart would break in ways he no longer thought were possible.

But in time, that anger burned out. The questions were still there.

And for the first time in many years after his honor had been tested again. After he chose compassion, mercy, self sacrifice and faith. The faith that he desperately wanted to return to him. When he was dying, before the E-Bacta started working, He dared to look past his fears to her own. A child, 15 years old, who could die if her body was able to regulate itself. Why? Because she was the science experiment he accused her of being. How could he have said that? How? Blame her for wanting to live. Hating her for not loving him instantly after he accused her of drugging him for her own use. It was the last great regret he had.

"Copaani gaan?" She could see the tension build in his body like a viper ready to strike, and his voice! She would never become tired of hearing it.

"No, I can manage just fine." He tilted his head looking at the large basket of uj'alayi she was carrying.

"I was given permission to wait here. When you are not busy could you take this too? I was told there were younglings who might enjoy it."

"Yes, they will appreciate that…"

"Thank you."

The pain built, meditation helped, and while she was not without hope, it no longer carried her, she couldn't let it.

When he came to her, her instinct was to fight that hope, keep herself grounded, explain herself and what was likely to happen.

Shig?"

"Yes, thank you."

"Do you have any questions? Oh! I am sorry, I don't even know what you were told this wa-"

"I understand what you are looking for, what you are." There was little, if any emotion in his voice. But it was so soft, it felt to her like it caressed her soul, warming her heart and body.

"An Omega or a Dar'manda?" She asked, doing all she could to keep her voice from shaking

"Both."

"But you came to see me anyway."

"I did…" his voice, dank Ferrik! She couldn't resist its pull, he had spoken less than twenty words and she was sure she was half hypnotized by it. She removed she veil, wanting him to see her sincerity, hoping her eyes would tell him how she felt if her words failed her. "You choose me mesh'la?" The awe and wonder he expressed in his voice, how it began to crack once he uttered those four reverent words, it made her launch into a confession of all she had done, what she was willing to do to be with him.

"I felt you your presence your scent out of nearly a thousand in that market on Hosnian Prime a few months ago then again at what I am assuming was your next stop There were a few hundred small settlements on that planet but I knew you would be there I found your ship but I had to leave before you returned Then I found your Covert by- wa-what I once would have called chance." She only stopped when she had to take a breath. "...but it was the same pull, only fainter."

Please believe me! Please feel this too!

"And you wanted- want me?" The sheer longing in his voice made her grip the pillow in her lap to keep from throwing herself at him. "Wha- how I'm not an Alpha I think I'd know-"

"You are laten, dormant, but you are my Alpha."

"Say that again."

"My Alpha."

"How- how can this be? Unless….The stories are true… I want you to know me Omega, to see me…" No! She couldn't let him!

"Please! Don't!" Her hands covered his own, stopping him from removing his helmet. "I can think of no greater gesture of love, and I wish my first time could be when we share that sacred moment." He pulled her close, running his hand over every inch of her body he could reach. Like he knew she needed him to still want and accept her. "But I can't, I can't let you when I may have to leave. I don't want to die, and I don't want to look for another. I-if our ba-bond fails I will- I am so sorry, I'll have no choice."

"I would never let anything harm you Omega." Has voice seemed dazed but very happy, he smelt happy too.

"Can you wait?... I don't want to be afraid when we become one."

"I have waited my whole life for you. And if I knew I would one day have you as my own, I would wait another 26 years happily. I will do as you ask, even if it pains me."

"A-Alpha… you, thank you, you are- sa-so.." A soft sob caught in her throat. "Kind. But you must know… you will always be a part of me, and I you. If this doesn't work, I do not know what will become of us, sa-so thank you for trusting in us. I- I can never repay-" Soft tears became a few hiccups as she tried to gain control of herself. She wasn't going to lose her nerve, with a quick tung her dress fell away from her body. How she hoped she was pleasing to him..

Say something. I don't reject me.

"Undress me." The scent of his musk broke over her like a boiling wave of ocean water. The pain was back, her whole body shook from it, and the overwhelming pheromones of her Alpha.

My Alpha

She focused on his visor, so the room wouldn't start to spin.

"If you blindfold me, leave the room to remove your helmet and then join me in my bed, you can answer with the truth when asked about the creed. You will never have removed it in front of another."

"Ner mirdala ad'ika, my clever, clever girl." He petted her hair as she kneeled down before him. He pounced like a loth-cat practically purring with pleasure once she had undressed him completely.

"Ma- my bedroom is that way, first door on the right of the hall." She mumbled into his neck as she kissed it. Trying to find his mating gland to scent it properly.

The room was almost dark enough that she wouldn't have needed a blindfold.

He had grabbed his neck wrapping after gathering her into his arms to take her to her bed. He brushed it over her skin, it itched, a crawling sensation, like hundreds of insects racing across her burning skin.

"May I?" She asked, panted, wanting to scream.

Please hurry! Take me! Mate me!

"Yes." He gave her permission to try to tie it. When she couldn't she laughed, it was that, or start crying again.

"Help me?"

"Always." She kissed his palm when he pulled away from checking to see if it was secure. He exited quickly then ripped off his helmet, not carrying where it landed, he had to get his mouth on her body. Her first kiss, how she wished she could feel the tender longer she knew he was capable of.

It will get better, neither of us know what we are doing.

He kissed his way back down her body, feeling her slippery arousal against his own skin as he descended to its source.

"Dank Ferrik! Fuck! Ibic mesh'la …cyar'ika, you are so fucking perfect! Maker!"

"Ner Riduur! Ner Alpha! Please I feel so empty without- GODS!"

Why was he tasting her? Why doesn't feel better? Why does it hurt so much?... Why won't he listen to me? Is this part of mating? Does he need to do this? Be still for your Alpha- let this happen, nature will take it's course. Fuck! I just want the pain to stop.

"Please! Please, I can't breathe." She screamed and began to sob.

"You are mine, mine, perfect, perfect cyar'ika! All mine. Such a perfect Omega, beautiful and all mine." First his words were almost angry, heated and pained, like how her whole body felt. They became softer as her pain lessened, as he reached his peak.

Though, when he spilled his seed inside her, he did not swell and remain inside her, his cum stopped all her pain. Her mind was finally able to settle. Which is how she realized, one, there was no knot. Two his scent glands, including the one that would solidify their bound when bitten, did not raise. But they had time…right?

We have time, it doesn't mean it won't happen…