Mila wakes to find herself a captive in a storage bunker alone, with no knowledge of who she is or how she got there . Until she finds a little green baby, who might help in solving her questions. Add a Mandalorian in to the mix and you have the sto...
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One second she was on the refresher and the next she was flying off it. "Mando!"
Mila quickly grasped a hold of the wall as she struggled to pull her pants back up, which was a hard thing to manage when the ship was moving so erratically. "Mando what's going on?!" She shouted as she stumbled out of the refresher. "Get up here and strap in!" She heard him shout from up in the cockpit.
After nearly falling off the ladder and bouncing her head of one of the pipes she finally sat down in her seat and strapped her seatbelt on. "Hand over the bounties Mando and I might just let you live."
Mila looked over at Mando in alarm, "who is that?" She asked. But before she could get an answer from him, one of the engines is hit making it go up in flames, which resulted him in spinning the ship to avoid getting shot again. "Hold on!"
Mila let a scream escape her as she felt the whole ship spin, she clasped a hand to her mouth in a bid to settle her stomach. "I can bring you in warm... or I can bring you in cold." The bounty hunters voice spoke arrogantly through the com. Mando quickly hit the breaks causing the hunter to fly ahead of us inline of Mandos shooters. "That's my line." Mando growled and shot the fighter down, leaving a blast in its wake.
Mila's grip was tight on the armrests of her chair as she tried to get her breath back, she could feel the adrenaline running through her veins. Her stomach was still clenching and she had to keep swallowing the saliva that was filling up her mouth to stop herself from throwing up all over Mando's back, but when the lights went out and the ships power cut off; the pooling saliva wasn't a problem anymore as her mouth went instantly dry. "What's happening?" She whispered in to the darkness. She didn't know why she bothered to whisper but the silence of the ship made it feel wrong to speak normally. When the only answer she got was the baby's excited squeal, she realized she had forgotten all about him. Both her and Mandos head moved to look over at the baby who was strapped to his seat looking at them both with a giant grin on his face. "We're losing fuel." He spoke as he lifted himself out the chair and moved around Mila and with a flip of a few switches the Razor Crest was back to life. "Well what are we gonna do?" She asked looking up at him expectingly. Mando Glanced down at her, he took note of the blood coating her hair; she'd obviously hit her head during the fight. "We're going to have to land." he grunted as he moved back to his chair. Mila shook her head; confused, land where? she thought.
"This is Mos Eisley Tower. We are tracking you, head for bay three-five, over." A voice commanded through the radio, making Mila jump. "Copy that. Locked in for three-five" Mando replied as he prepared the ship for descent.
Mila looked over towards where the baby was strapped in and could see him trying to wriggle his way out as he made grabby hands towards her. Sighing to herself she started to unlock her seatbelt but paused when Mando spoke up. "Leave him. I don't need to peel you off the floor as I'm trying to land the ship."
She sent a dirty look towards the back of his head as she ground out, "I'm not a klutz, I think I'll be fine taking two steps." Mando whipped his head around to face her, "not with a head wound like that you won't. We'll have to get that looked at as soon as we land." He spoke. Mila cautiously lifted her hand towards the side of her head but quickly flinched away when she felt a stinging pain run through her head and when she looked down at her hand, it was coated in blood. "Oh" she murmured. "Yeah oh." Mando grunted sarcastically as he held out a piece of cloth towards her.
