Mando’s S/O’s with severe stomach pains
Din, Paz and Boba
Clones and silence
Series
Burden of the Survivors [AO3]
Din x bounty hunter!reader
Mando works alone- except for when he absolutely can’t. There are few people Din trusts – trusts as in he doesn’t expect a viroblade in the back the second he’s turned around. She’s one of them. Just as cautious and nearly as tight lipped about her past as he is, Din doesn’t mind her around too much.
Chapters: [One] [Two]
[Excerpt]
Shadows [AO3]
Din x fem!reader
Modern monster AU - enemies to lovers
Crypto- concealed; secret.
You have always lived your life in the shadows; after all, you’re one of the creatures who go bump in the night. He has sworn his life to a creed that aims to protect the world from monsters like you.
Chapters: [One] [Two] [Three] [Four] [Five]
Requests/Oneshots
Kinktober- Face Sitting
Paz Vizsla x fem!reader
Warnings: explicit sexual material
Headcanons
Sharing a bed with Boba
Washing each others hair with Boba
Requests/Oneshots
Standing Up for Boba
Boba x fem!reader
We Never Stopped
Boba x fem!reader
You're forced to confront how you really feel about you former partner.
Warnings: Implied sexual reference, discussion of death, angst
With You
Boba x fem!reader
Literally just Boba being a softie.
Missing You
Boba x fem!reader
Boba wants to show you how much he missed you.
Warnings: explicit sexual material
Something New
Boba x fem!reader
Boba wants to bring one of your fantasies to life.
Warnings: explicit sexual material, CNC
Rules
Boba x fem!reader
You break one of Boba's rules while he's away.
Warnings: explicit sexual material
Push Back
Boba x fem!reader
Boba brings out the brat in you.
Warnings: explicit sexual material
Kinktober- Hair-pulling
Boba x fem!reader
Warnings: explicit sexual material
Series
When We First [AO3]
Boba x fem!reader
How were you to know the role Boba Fett would play in your life when you first crossed paths?
[Oneshot]
Chapters: [One] [Two]
Requests/Oneshots
Kinktober- Pregnancy
Jango x fem!reader
Warnings: explicit sexual material, pregnancy, implied breeding kink
Requests/Oneshots
Borrowed
Wolffe x fem!reader
You borrow one of Wolffe's shirts while waiting for him to return.
Warnings: explicit sexual material
Kinktober- Role Reversal
Wolffe x fem!reader
Warnings: explicit sexual material, D/S dynamics
Series
Together - With You - Despite It All [AO3]
Wolffe x fem!reader
You're not quite sure how you're going to break your unexpected news to Wolffe.
[Part One] [Part Two] [Part Three]
Warnings: explicit sexual material, pregnancy, Order 66
Kinktober- Phone Sex
Wolffe x fem!reader
Warnings: explicit sexual material
Requests/Oneshots
Kinktober- Uniform
Fox x fem!reader
Warnings: explicit sexual material
Kinktober- Lingerie
Fox x fem!reader
Warnings: explicit sexual material
Charlie Rogers was a respected agent of SHIELD. Then a trusted ally to the Avengers. Now she's going back to high school to keep an eye on Peter Parker and make sure he doesn't get into trouble under strict orders not to make contact. But when dangerous weapons begin to surface across New York and Peter refuses to back down, Charlie breaks the rules and starts to fall in love.
“You know it’s funny,” Charlie said, her hands in her pockets as she looked over to the young Stark levitating above the ground. Jae gave her a questioning look before Charlie continued. “We’re such great friends and our father’s are rivals.”
“A Stark being best friends with a Rogers,” Jae let out a short laugh then teleported to the ground in front of Charlotte. Causing her to jump startling her. “Plus being the daughters of Anthony Stark, Iron Man and you Steven Rogers, Captain America.”
A modern monster AU
Pairings: Din Djarin x fem!reader
Rating: T (at the moment- subject to change)
Warnings: Swearing
Summary: Crypto- concealed; secret.
You have always lived your life in the shadows; after all, you’re one of the creatures who go bump in the night. He has sworn his life to a creed that aims to protect the world from monsters like you.
[Masterlist] [Chapter Four] [Chapter Five] [Chapter Six]
Cross-posted to AO3
Din’s head is spinning and he’s certain it’s not from the blow Qin landed earlier. Half-bloods? Cryptos? Slayers who hunt them? How had his people not stumbled upon this before now? Generations of Mandalorian warriors had fought and given their lives to protect humans from the monsters lurking in dark corners, yet there was a whole system they had missed. A whole kind of people they had not known were possible.
That would explain why he had such trouble determining what (Y/N) was. If she was a half-blood it would make sense she appeared more human than the typical monster masquerading as such. That did not make her human though. She was still one of them. Din could not let himself forget that.
Silently he watches her finish up with the burning body. It seems routine to her. She’s also well prepared, the thistles and the gas, not to mention armed to the teeth. Following their previous encounters, the last thing Din was expecting her to be carrying was a firearm. Yet she’d managed to stun a vampire with one shot. She knew what she was doing. If there were more slayers half as skilled as her how had they gone under the radar all this time?
And why hadn’t she tried to kill him?
It kept playing over and over again in his mind. That night at the dive bar her companion was more than hostile. She had sounded more than willing to get rid of him. But (Y/N) defused it. Both opportunities she’d had to kill him, she’d ignored. Instead, she had explained herself, given him insight into what she was. She wanted him to understand her. More than once she had compared what they both did- claimed they were both protecting humans. Could he believe that? Could he believe her? Believe someone who wasn’t human?
She looks up at him, eyes soft despite the fact she has a vampire’s body burning to ash at her feet. Deadly and yet she looks so normal in that moment. “Do you…uh, need any of him to take back?”
The confusion must be plain as day on his face as the corner of her lips quirk up.
“We have to bring something back as proof of death,” she explains, “I take it you guys don’t need that?”
“No.”
That explains all her supplies then. It also goes to show how organized this group is, tracking their kills, bounties, and all under the radar of his people. Din tries to ignore how impressed he is by it all.
The innate weakness vampires hold to fire means their bodies breakdown to ash considerably quicker and at lower temperature than a human body. It’s not long till Qin is just a pile of dust on the warehouse floor. He watches in mild curiosity as the slayer collects some of the ashes into a spare jar before scattering the rest with her boot. The bloodsucker would not be bothering anyone again.
(Y/N) shifts from foot to foot, watching him closely. “So…all good?”
They shouldn’t be. He should not be letting her leave a third time- it went against every bit of training they’d drilled into him- but she stepped in to help him. He couldn’t kill her after she’d done that. Or after all she had told him. That would make him just as much a monster.
Her shoulders relax as he nods. For a moment it looks like there’s another question hanging on the tip of her tongue, but she decides against it. She shoots him a small smile as she walks away, disappearing back into the darkness of the warehouse.
Din wonders what the fuck he’s doing as he lets her go.
.
Even after a quick stop at the covert infirmary on his way back Din still finds himself plagued by the events of the day. He kicks himself for letting her walk away, but the thought of killing her is almost revolting. Was it because he knew that some part, no matter how small, of her was human? Because she had helped him? Or because it was her?
Excited squeals pull him from his spiraling thoughts the moment he opens the front door. In seconds the wide-eyed ball of four-year-old energy has barreled up to him, chubby hands clinging to his pant leg for dear life.
“Hey, kid. Good to see you too.”
Din gets a toothy smile in return before he runs back off again to return to what looks like coloring at the dining table with Kuiil.
“He has grown very attached to you, these last few months.”
Din cannot disagree with Kuiil, the kid was quick to latch onto him when he returned home from his hunts and often would not go to bed at night unless he was there to say goodnight.
“Will you take him as your foundling?” The old man has been asking him that since the day he brought the young child back to the covert.
“We’re still looking for his family. There must be people out there who miss him.”
Kuiil continues to watch the child, a soft hum falling from underneath his thick beard. Din can see the wheels turning in the old man’s mind. He always had an air of wisdom about him, an air that led one to believe that deep down Kuiil did hold all the answers, if only he could uncover them. Even Armorer came to the man for advice. While he was not a Mandalorian, he was a friend of the covert and had been with them for several years now. He often helped look after the kid when Din was out hunting, and he wasn’t in class in the other foundlings.
“Maybe so, but he is here now, in your care. You have a choice to make, now or in the future. But you still must make one.”
Din agrees with a sigh, collapsing into the seat next to the kid, watching his grubby hands drag crayons across his coloring book.
“How was the hunt?”
“It was a success.”
“But?” Not only wise, but he was a perceptive old man.
“The slayer appeared again.”
“And I take it she left this encounter alive again?”
Din nods, his face solemn as Kuiil continues to help the child with his coloring.
“Did you learn anything new?”
He had almost learned more than he wanted to. “She claims to be a half-blood.”
“Half-human? Is that why you could not harm her?”
“I…I don’t know.”
“She has shaken you- you don’t know what to do with this new information.” The old man speaks as if it is an already known fact. Din would be remiss to say he was wrong. Knowing this now, he sees her both as a monster and a human, both someone he is sworn to destroy and sworn to protect by his creed.
“You don’t seem surprised.”
“That she is half-human or that you are conflicted?”
Din scoffs, “both.”
“They have existed here as long as we have, among us in the most cases. It should not be a surprise that we have crossed paths before,” Kuiil shrugs, “the situation of her birth probably gives her advantages in her work.”
If she could blend in with both sides it would allow her to keep a lower profile. He could not even determine what species she was, that was proof enough she did not struggle to blend in with humans. She wore her mask well.
“As for your creed… that is another decision you’ll have to make for yourself.”
Kuiil’s wise words rattle around in his skull as he watches the kid totter around in the garden, arms outstretched as he chases another frog around. If their running track record meant anything he would run into her again, and he would have to make a choice. He just wished the right answer would make itself known before then.
“Ba!”
Din cannot help but smile at the proud kid as he runs up, the frog in his hold out on display. He was a quick little bugger, that was for sure. “Well look at that, little hunter in training.”
“Ya!” The little one waves his hands around happily, grin spread across his chubby cheeks.
It amazes him how quickly the kid had bounced back after everything he had been through. There were days it did not even cross Din’s mind that he’d rescued the child from the monsters who kidnapped him. He was happy, got along with all the other children in the covert and did well in his classes, even with his limited verbal skills. Well adjusted, is what the doctor had said.
“Ba!” The kid reaches up, grabby hands flailing.
“Alright, alright,” Din hoists the boy up, “should we get something to eat? Besides frogs?”
“Patu!”
.
“And here I thought you hated vampire jobs.”
Kannan looks almost smug as he watches you finish up exchanging paperwork for the reward on your most recent kill. Rolling your eyes, you stuff the check into your bag, “wasn’t like I had much of a choice with the lists today.”
“True.”
“So, did you need something, or did you just stick around to tease me?”
Kannan scoffs, “well I was gonna ask if you wanted to catch up over food but if that’s the attitude you’re going to take…”
“Where’s your apprentice today?” The teen was attached to Kannan’s hip these days, eager to get out in the field.
“He’s got his studies today, why?”
“Then food sounds like a great idea.” It had been sometime since you’d had a real chance to catch up with your old friend. He took his roles as Ezra’s mentor seriously, so he was rather booked up these days.
Kannan shoots you a satisfied grin, “the diner on 4th?”
Your stomach nearly growls at the thought. “Please.”
.
“I have to agree with Kira. You are a magnet for Mandalorians- or at least this one.”
You sigh, scrubbing a hand down your face. “I don’t know what I did to deserve this.”
Kannan chuckles, “since when has the universe needed a reason to screw us over?”
“You’ve got a point… I just can’t get over the odds. Three times in completely unrelated spots.” It was a large city and of all the people in the world you had to keep running into.
“There hasn’t been anyone else in the office who’s run into him. Are you sure he’s not tracking you?”
“This time I stumbled onto him, there’s no way he could have orchestrated that when I picked up the job this morning.” He obviously had not been planning on your arrival. You’d spooked him good.
Kannan shakes his head, “well you are simultaneously the unluckiest and luckiest person I know. You’ve gotten away three times now.”
You preferred to think it was due more to your skills and sharp tongue than luck, but the luck certainly was not hurting.
“It still worries me he knows your face. Even if he hasn’t been tracking you up till now it doesn’t mean he won’t try in the future.”
He had a point, but nothing about your interactions with Mando up till now would you lead you to believe he would. “I’m keeping my eye out for anything suspicious. If he does try, I’ll know. Hopefully, the fact that I know what he looks like deters him from trying.”
“We can hope.”
“I also think I figured out why we haven’t been able to find his local source in the community.”
Kannan’s eyebrows shoot up, “and how did you figure that out?”
“He asked me why I hadn’t killed him yet. Mentioned something about how my job was to deal with nuisances, so therefore I must have to kill him to get him out of the way,” you explain, “there’s no way he’s working with a crypto if that’s what he thinks slayers do. After the Fett debacle everyone around here knows we can’t do a damn thing about the Mandalorians.”
“That does sound like he’s either got old, secondhand information or his informant is messing with him. But I can’t imagine if he managed to get a full blood to help him, they’d yank him around like that,” Kannan strokes his goatee, face drawn together, “yet he’s been spot on with all his kills. He tracked down someone you pulled the bounty for before you’d even gotten there.”
“Could he be working with another hunter or have another Mandalorian partner? Someone who manages surveillance while he does the hunting?”
“It would seem the only other likely answer. Have you told Boss all this yet?”
You shake your head, “no, I don’t want to get ahead of myself… and I’m not sure what kind of reaction I’ll get once he knows I’ve crossed paths with the Mando again…”
“You haven’t told him?” Kannan goes wide-eyed, “Miss. By-The-Book not reporting a run in with a hunter?”
“Sue me for being worried about the perception of it all!”
“Chill, I’m not going to rat you out, (Y/N). I just want you to make sure you’re going to be okay. That you’re thinking this through.”
“I am thinking it through, Kannan. And if something important comes from it I’ll report it to Boss, but for now I’d rather keep this to myself.”
Kannan nods, “I trust your judgement. My lips are sealed.”
“Okay, enough about me and my drama! Tell me how things have been going for you and Hera lately!”
A modern monster AU
Pairings: Din Djarin x fem!reader
Rating: T (at the moment- subject to change)
Warnings: dark themes, canon typical violence, reference to human trafficking, description of blood (brief), mentions of drugs and alcohol, swearing
Summary: Crypto- concealed; secret.
You have always lived your life in the shadows; after all, you’re one of the creatures who go bump in the night. He has sworn his life to a creed that aims to protect the world from monsters like you.
[Masterlist] [Chapter One] [Chapter Two]
Cross-posted to AO3
A/N: I told ya’ll I have no self control, so here’s ya go, have some enemies to lovers AU with some kinda mixed up timeline (there's some characters that don’t exist in the Mandalorian timeline).
Chapter One
Blood for coin.
One of the oldest transactions known to mankind.
And crypto-kind.
It paid your bills. And your family’s bills. So, you tried to not let it get to you, to not let some of the things you did get under your skin. There’s too much riding on what you do to back out; no matter how much you would rather be curled up under a blanket, couch scattered with snacks, bingeing some new mindless tv show, than here.
The bar is too packed for a Wednesday night. Had you been blessed with a more carefree personality you might have enjoyed the atmosphere, with a bottle or two clouding your system. Completely sober to the world the activities masked behind pounding music and strobe lights did not hold any appeal. Copper and iron tinted the air, pheromones were running rampant and other mind-numbing treats were being less than subtly exchanged.
“What’s your poison tonight, sweet-gills?”
You scoff, regarding the bartender through half-lidded eyes as you draw your dagger from a boot and slide it across the counter. “Zachriel.”
The man raises a bushy eyebrow in response.
“He’ll know who I am when you give him that.”
He shrugs and takes the pearl-handled dagger. You were not the only one who came looking for his boss.
Before he left the bartender flashed you a smile of pointed teeth and poured you a glass of something strong. Halfheartedly you swirl the glass in one hand as you watch the mass of bodies blur together on the dance floor. Neutral ground clubs were truly a different world, one where the shadows of the world melted back into their old ways-the ways labeled sinful or unnatural by humans. Not that some of the old ways weren’t wrong. Many of the too grotesque and unsightly ways took place out of sight of other patrons- Zachriel made sure of that. As long as the living left alive and the dead remained dead then it was fair game. The shadows took advantage of that and chose to live their pleasures out here.
One such woman approached as your gaze wanders aimlessly, hips swaying and eyes glazed over she makes it no secret what she wants. You do not speak a word of acknowledgment as the woman closes the gap between your bodies. A hand slides over your hip, tugging less than subtly at the waistband of your jeans. She smells of juniper berries and cigarette smoke.
“Ma’am.”
The shark-toothed bartender returns, glaring slightly at the woman still hovering at your side.
“You’re welcome to head up now.”
“Thanks.” You leave the untouched drink and disappointed looking woman behind to fight through the crowd towards the stairs tucked away at the back of the establishment. You tap the “employees only” sign above the stairwell as you pass.
You are familiar with the maze upstairs. After all this time you could locate Zachriel’s suite blindfolded. Not bothering to knock, you’re not surprised to find it has been redecorated, again, since he had last called you here. Empty glasses litter the end tables by his settee, their owners presumably the young man and woman snuggled up to Zachriel’s sides. The smell of human permeates the space, seeming to originate with the glassy eyed man, much to your displeasure.
“Ah (Y/N), welcome darling,” Zachriel’s baritone voice cuts through the smoky air. “Have a seat and we can get right down to it.”
Wordlessly you slide into the armchair across from the bar’s owner. Neither or his guests pay you any attention, simply continuing to clutch onto their host, lavishing his exposed neck and shoulders with sloppy kisses. Both were presumably beyond drunk and only awake because of the stimulate Zachriel had burning in the loft.
“You’re looking lovely as ever, darling, but judging by that twinkle in your eye you aren’t just here for my company.”
The way Zachriel could read you no longer comes as a surprise, but that does not mean you have to like it. “Seven months apart and it seems you can still read me like an open book.”
“Oh, don’t sound so sour about that, darling. It makes our business easier, doesn’t it?”
Business it was, and Zachriel’s fares had been on the rise. You were either going to have to find a new informant or start getting the friends and family discount here.
“Then let’s get to it, I don’t have all night,” you kick your combat boots up onto his polished coffee table, both of Zachriel’s playthings jump, turning to you with wide eyes.
“Ha, not quite as dainty as your scaled sisters, you must hate stereotypes, darling,” Zachriel chuckles as he pours himself another drink. “What would you like to know tonight? It must be something big if you’re coming to me all the way out here on.”
“I need a location and names for Samson’s trafficking ring.”
The decanter comes down with such force you’re surprised it does not shatter. The playthings jump again, both putting a miniscule amount of space between them and the demon in human skin.
“(Y/N), have you been partaking in the festivities downstairs, because normally you’d know better than to ask me such a stupid question as that.”
“You know for a fact that I don’t. I am asking you in all seriousness where Samson is running these days,” you cross your arms, staring down your nose at Zachriel as he screws up his face.
“Get out!” He shoves his guests away and they quickly obey. The door slams shut behind them as Zachriel’s eyes begin to shift between his green façade and their natural coal-colored irises.
Feet planted on the floor, you lean forward, elbows on your knees, “no need to get so worked up. It is an easy question. You know the answer, or you don’t.”
Zachriel sneers, “I don’t.”
“Try again.”
“I’m still suffering losses from your last bust! I shouldn’t even let you step foot in here anymore!”
“You mean the bust that saved 25 teenage girls? I think that’s worth more than your profit margins.”
“Says you!” He snarls back, jaw clenched and face going red.
“Oh calm down and just think of the cut I’ll give you from Samson’s bounty once we take him down.”
A glass sails by your head in warning. If he wanted to hit you he would have.
“Get out!”
As the words leave the demons lip the door slams in, the doorframe splintering. You’re on your feet and reaching for your blade before you can even lay eyes on who’s kicked the door in. Fingers grasping the hilt of your sword dispels the enchantment, revealing the weapon strapped to your back. As you evaluate the man in the doorway, you’re not sure how useful it will be- he’s armed with a pistol, holding it in a stance the screams soldier.
Sword drawn, you stare down the man and he does the same, his dark eyes flickering up and down your form. He’s got a few years on you, you’d guess, but he’s well built, and sporting a bullet proof tac-vest under his black long sleeve judging by the shape it gives his torso. He is otherwise well prepared for whatever he came to Zachriel for; there’s an extra gun and ammo strapped to one leg, a blade and a stake strapped to the other. You briefly wonder how he got this far into the bar so armed without getting caught.
Indignant, Zachriel glares down the dark-haired intruder, “who the fuck do you think-”
You kick his settee over as the intruder fires. Zachriel tumbles to the floor as you jump to put yourself between the two men. As much as you and Zachriel had your differences, you were not about to let your informant get murdered in front of you.
“Go.” You don’t turn to look at him but hope the demon decides to cooperate for once.
Best guess, the man was after Zachriel, the way his gaze lingers on the demon as he scrambles to his feet behind you. Did not mean he wouldn’t shoot you to get to Zachriel though.
“I’d ask you not to shoot but I take it you’re not the type to listen to reason.”
The man scoffs, the thin mustache on his lip quirking with the sound. “It’s not like you monsters have reason to begin with.”
A hunter.
You spit a curse under your breath. Everyone in the building was in danger with him around.
“Stand down and I’ll make it quick and painless for you.” His voice is rough and dark even without the threat.
“Oh hell no.”
Your lunge manages to catch him by surprise, striking at his right shoulder. He recovers quick, managing to dodge before your blade can sink too deep. Grunting he aims a shot for your torso but you’re quick too, rolling out if the way and ducking behind the overturned settee. Reaching for your boot you launch your dagger over your cover. The thunk of metal on wood is enough to know you missed your blind shot.
“Fuck!”
With an almost comical puff of smoke Zachriel disappears, leaving only a dusting of soot on the floor where he had stood. Lucky demons and their dark magics, always had a quick escape. Now you just needed a way out.
A bullet flies over the lip of the couch as the hunter’s heavy footfalls approach. Rolling onto your back, you shove your boots against the overturned seat, pushing it right into the path of the hunter. He swears again, clattering to the floor. Jumping up you throw the end tables towards him, glass shattering around you both as the tumblers fly across the room. You dart for the door and thank whoever’s out there for industrial design and exposed pipes. Shoving your sword into the pipe above the doorframe with all your strength manages your desired effect. Water starts to pour from the hole into the already trashed room. Stepping out the busted door you mutter a few old words under your breath and with a flick of your wrist the liquid covers the doorway and freezes solid. A door of ice to keep in the hunter, just in time. He rushes towards you, fist slamming against the ice.
A sigh of relief escapes you as the magic holds. He glares at you through the ice, dark eyes burning with a hate you have not seen in a long while. There’s blood smeared across his face and neck, creating a terrifying image as he snarls at you. His shoulder is bleeding pretty heavily where you nicked him, but it doesn’t look too deep; he would live, and his shoulder would heal fine. Good.
His shirt is torn down to his forearm revealing a myriad of tattoos painted across skin, one in the shape of a horned skull just below his shoulder. Solid and black. So painfully obvious.
Fuck.
“I have no desire to kill you. So just stay here for a bit while I get the hell out of dodge and then we’ll be good to go.”
You wave at him as you dash away, ignoring his shouts trailing behind you. Sliding your sword back into its scabbard, the blade disappears again by the time you reach the bottom of the stairs. The bartender spots you long before you reach the counter. You must look a mess now.
“Hunter. Zachriel’s suite. Gotta go.”
Lips set into a thin line the man nods, swift to wave over the security lingering around the edges of the room.
Then you’re gone, weaving through the crowd to disappear out a fire exit and into the city streets.
At least Zachriel owes you now.
.
“Boba Fett was the last Mandalorian we had in these parts; are sure this hunter was one of them?”
Rolling your eyes, you grimace at the aging man, “well I didn’t think to ask him while he was trying to kill us, Boss. But he had the tattoo, plain as day. Black mythosaur skull, right shoulder.”
“Boba Fett used to hunt around here?” Kanan’s dark-haired apprentice is filled with awe, missing the important point at hand.
“Ezra-” Kanan goes to chide him for interrupting but Boss cuts him off.
“Fett was the only Mandalorian we’d ever dealt with in these parts before he died five years ago,” Boss explains. “We’ve only seen some lone wanderers since. None of which have been much cause for concern.”
He thinks you’re overreacting.
“This one seemed pretty serious.”
“(Y/N) had a point.” At least Kanan agreed with you.
Boss sits for a moment, wrinkled hand stroking his wiry white beard. Murmurs ripple through the small crowd that they’d gathered in the office. Mandalorians were not to be taken lightly. They were better equipped and considerably more organized than any usual human hunter. Many slayers had fallen to their kind as well. Even one Mandalorian hunter running around the city could spell the death of hundreds of cryptos. The issue was they rarely operated alone. They were the communal type. One Mandalorian could mean a whole covert more of them nearby.
“We’ll release a bulletin with a description of the Mandalorian. Any other sightings or run-ins will need to be reported and compared to the initial description to confirm there is only one in the area.”
Well at least he was doing something. Now everyone in the area would be walking around with bated breath until they knew exactly what they were dealing with.
“Dismissed.”
The group disperses, considerably more solemn than when they’d been gathered.
“What was the Mandalorian like?” Ezra looks to you with the same wide-eyed enthusiasm you imagine you once held for the job.
Kanan rolls his eyes but doesn’t stop the teenager. He understands the curiosity in the apprentice slayer.
“Angry?” You offer.
Not quite the answer the boy wanted. “Was he as tough as the rumors say?”
“Ah- it wasn’t much of a fight, Ezra. I was just trying to get out without any issues.”
The boy’s face falls. He was still so new to all this, high off the pride of being strong enough to protect others no matter how strong your foe. You could imagine he wanted to see the Mandalorians as this tough advisory that one day he would be strong enough to beat without breaking a sweat.
“Ezra, you have to remember. Mandalorians are humans so we cannot put ourselves in their paths. And we absolutely cannot harm or kill them without good reason.”
Meaning the only choice was their life or yours.
He sighs at Kanan, “I remember.”
It was the, often fatal, disadvantage you faced. You were sworn to protect humans from your own kind, to the point that you were not allowed to harm the humans out to kill you.
.
Karga looked rather smug when Din returned to see him the following morning. Not a look Din enjoyed being on receiving end of.
“Well looks like you had quite the night.”
Din rolls his eyes and slides into the seat across from the barkeep as he works through his books. Most of Din’s injuries had been minor, cuts from the broken glass around the room, sore back (though that wasn’t news these days), and a bruise blossoming across his jaw from the table the woman had thrown at his face. His shoulder had been the worst of it, and he had managed to get away without proper stiches, just butterflied it up on his own. It still ached a bit under the bandages, but Din had dealt with far worse.
“I can take your sour mood as you didn’t catch what you wanted?”
“Managed to get away,” Din grunts.
“Well, the information did say that the owner is rather crafty. I thought you would have been prepared for that.”
The frown on Din’s face deepens. “It wasn’t the owner. There was a woman with him, managed to keep me busy so he could escape.”
Karga looks surprised, “a woman? Security maybe?”
“No,” Din shakes his head, “it sounded like she was there to do business with him, but she didn’t hesitate to put herself between him and me.”
“Strange. I hadn’t heard of any women he was doing business with. I can poke around, see if I can’t find out who she is.”
“That could be helpful, thanks.”
Karga chuckles, “don’t thank me yet. Questions around here tend to lead to more questions than answers.”
