Star Wars Oneshots [x reader]

Boba Fett

Summary:
Boba Fett takes a bounty and hunts down a rogue Jedi. Upon finding her, he questions his hatred of the Jedi as he cares for the wounded girl. 

Word Count:
2.1k

Warnings/Includes:
Injury, Care, Fluff, Mild Angst, Language

His punch landed on my face, making me stumble slightly. I felt my face sting as I turned back to face the man. He reached towards his side and pulled out a knife. I looked behind me, a dead end. I turned back to face the man as he ran at me.

His lunge was sloppy, and I grabbed his wrist and threw him to the ground, taking the knife from his hand. I stepped on his chest to keep him down as I grabbed my blaster. I looked back at him and felt a sharp pain in my leg. He had stabbed me.

I groaned in pain before shooting the man. I took the knife out of my leg before limping away from the alleyway. I walked onto the street; I need to find somewhere to lie low. As I limped along, I tried not to look suspicious.

On my back, suddenly, I felt a gun press into it. I tensed up before I heard a voice.

"Keep walking" The voice said. The person was clearly wearing a mask.

I continued to limp along with the man following me with the gun pressed into my back; I knew I had no chance with the state I was in.

I was being hunted by a lot of bounty hunters, and I assumed this one wasn't any different. They called me a "Rogue Jedi" and there were a lot of bounty's on my head for that. Truthfully, I had survived the purge when I was very young, I barely remember it at all. I don't even have my light saber anymore.

The bounty hunter nudged me into an alleyway and I listened as I turned into the empty walkway. I turned now and could fully see the man. He wore mandalorian armor and stood much taller than me. I looked at him and he kept his blaster held out in front of him.

He took cuffs out as he placed them onto my hands before leading further down the alleyway. It was silent, In fact, I'm pretty sure that he can't even talk.

We walked through a few more back streets before reaching a hangar. The door slid open, revealing a strange-looking ship. He half dragged me onto the ship, sitting me in a chair before he closed the ship's doors. He walked up to the cockpit, and I sat there. If I could walk properly, I would run for it now, but I knew I couldn't make it. Most likely he knew that two as he barely restrained me.

I felt the ship take off as I sat there looking around. The ship was pretty orderly and clean; it was clear he lived on the ship, though. I took away my attention from his ship as I felt another wave of pain from my leg causing me to double over in pain. I looked down at my leg and saw my blood stained pants. There was a tear from where the knife had been, so I could partially see the gruesome wound.

I couldn't do anything about it because of my hands, but I sure felt it. That was the moment I realized I could barely feel my leg. The adrenaline from earlier probably helped me to keep going, but now the genuine pain set it.

I heard footsteps approaching as the Mandalorian returned and looked at me.

"Do you have medical supplies?" I asked through gritted teeth.

He didn't respond as he walked over to a cabinet and opened it, grabbing a small box out from inside. He walked back over to me as he looked down at my leg.

"If you want me to still have two legs when you drop me off, I suggest you take these off me so I can fix this," I said lifting the cuffs, and he squatted down in front of where I was sitting and opened the box.