Another Way: A Mandalorian Story

Baar'murcyur

Baar'murcyur - [bahr-MOOR-shoor] - making love, having sex

Summary: Din returns to bounty hunting and the two of you make use of your alone time on the ship.

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"You better inform the princess that she should've brought a freighter if she intends to take anything more."

A small half smile is all you give to Boba in response. The two of you are standing side by side at the bottom of the Lambda shuttle that Bo-Katan and Koska intend to use to fly out of Moff Gideon's ship. You had just finished helping to load it with spoils she wanted to take with her, weapons and such, likely to aid her in her endeavor to return to Mandalore. Cara had already taken Gideon inside, intending to surrender him to the New Republic in exchange for a lucrative bounty.

"Tell him we're headed to Tatooine if he's coming with us. Help him make up his mind."

You nod. "Just give me some time."

"We haven't got all day, little one," Boba scoffs as he walks off toward his ship.

Pursing your lips, you turn and look around the hangar, looking at the emptiness of the large room, save a few empty TIE Fighters. Across the room, you see a figure sitting on the floor, back against the wall. Din. He is still helmetless, as he has been ever since the Jedi came for the kid.

The kid...

He has only been gone for a couple hours but you're already missing the little green guy. Fiercely. His sweet little mouth and those large ears. How he'd snuggle up in your arms when he was tired. All his antics, like the time he wouldn't stop eating that poor frog lady's eggs or how he wouldn't stop removing the knob on the ship's lever. You find yourself hoping that there would be an endless number of frogs to keep him satisfied wherever the Jedi was taking him. A growing boy has to eat, after all.

As much as it pains you to think about him, you know it must be killing Din. His silence made it clear. Beyond exchanging a few words with Bo-Katan, who tried to sway him to discuss options regarding retaking Mandalore, he didn't say much of anything to anyone, not even to you.

But the silence needed to be broken. It was time to come to some sort of decision. There were two ships leaving the light cruiser: one flown by Bo-Katan, who would be taking Cara to meet with the New Republic and hand of Moff Gideon. She made it clear that she was eager to move forward with her plans with Mandalore, preferably with Din's help since he now wielded the Darksaber. The other ship, of course, belongs to Boba, who plans to travel to Tatooine for Maker knows what reason, but could likely taxi you wherever you and Din want to go.

Honestly, you have no idea what's going to happen next, what you are going to do or even where you are going to go. Wherever Din wants to go, you suppose. As far as you know, you are out of a job. The child is gone, the ship is gone. You have no one and nothing to take care of anymore beyond Din. He loves you, that he made clear about two weeks earlier, after the first time you consummated your relationship. He reminded you numerous times in the days after, but ever since Tython, when Gideon's Dark Troopers kidnapped Grogu, your relationship has been put on the back burner. But wherever he goes, you will go.

You take a deep breath, exhaling as you take a step and cautiously carry yourself over to where Din is sitting. You fidget with your fingers as you walk. Your mind is swirling, trying to formulate something to say. Anything. Where do you even begin?

"Din?" Your voice is soft and gentle. He doesn't respond, doesn't even flinch at the sound of someone speaking to him. He is holding something in his fist, something you can barely make out. A small, silver sphere. His eyes are fixated on it as it rolls it around in one hand. After a second, you realize what he's holding.