Ducem Mortis | The Mandalorian

III

I nervously swallowed as I knew he wasn't joking. Although I couldn't see the Mandalorian's face, I tell by the way he was acting that he wasn't joking. His voice didn't waver, neither was there any hesitation. He had meant business. Trying to play it cool I leaned back, putting the little distance that was between us. My gaze left the beskar helmet in front of me and drifted to look at my surroundings. I could hear the faint yells from kids as they played in the village. Everything felt calm.

Just for me to fuck it up.

"Who are you?" I heard him speak causing me to look back at him, I breathed in deeply before exhaling. "Astraea." I said in a soft voice, trying to sound as innocent as possible. Getting the Mandalorian to let his guard down around me wasn't going to be easy. I should've known. Making any type of deal with the Empire would result in complications.

"Astraea what?" He asked making me glare at him slightly. I wasn't a fan of repeating myself. "Drein. It was the same right before you shot me." I said as I reached for my wound on the side. The pain wasn't unbearable, as I've had worse. However, it still hurt.

"Why are you here?" He said ignoring my comment. I thought for a quick second, knowing that if I had hesitated any longer that he'd know I was lying. "Just passing by." I said keeping a careless tone. Anyone else would be freaking out as a Mandalorian questioned them. However, I knew better. Freaking out would only shows the cracks in my lies. I had to stay calm.

"I don't believe you," he said shaking his head. I shrugged my shoulders leaning forward causing my brown my hair fall over my shoulders. I needed to see how far I could go with testing the Mandalorian's waters.

"Then kill me like you said. Oh wait, you won't." I spoke as a smirk arose to my lips. "And why's that?" He questioned as his hand moved to his blaster on his belt that was around his waist. I watched as he pulled the blaster out, pointing it to my abdomen due to him sitting.

"Because there are children here." I spoke. Almost unnoticeably I saw him tense up for a second before dropping his composure.

Bingo.

Din Djarin, the man underneath the helmet was taken at a young age. Much similar to the age of the kids that I could hear running about. Whether he would admit it or not he would always unknowingly feel for kids. As whenever they feel scared or threaten it would remind him of himself, before he was saved by the Mandalorians.

"Them hearing a shot from a blaster this close to them would cause them to be fearful. To fear you." I said leaving my stare from the Mandalorian and outside, as there was nothing covering the exit.

"Why would I care?"

I rolled my eyes slightly at his words knowing that I had him right where I wanted. I leaned closer to the man, putting my elbows back on thighs and resting my chin on top of my hands. We were only a few inches apart in distance.

"Shoot me and find out." I whispered as I looked at the slit in his helmet. I felt his blaster being pushed to my abdomen now. But I wasn't scared, for he wasn't going to shoot me. There was truth behind my words, and he knew it.

"Excuse me?" I heard a new voice call causing me to look away from the Mandalorian and towards the door. There stood a woman with long black hair with two braids that joined in the back. The Mandalorian must've heard her voice too as he quickly pulled his blaster away from me and into its compartment.

Interesting.

He stood up causing the chair to lightly scrap against the floor before turning towards the woman. The woman smile lightly at him causing the assumptions that I had about her confirmed, she liked him. However her smile fell as she turned to me. I looked between the two trying to figure out if they were together or not, I dropped the thought as I concluded that if it's important I'd find out eventually.