Free Me - Dinluke AU

The blue-eyed Slave

Din came into the Jabbas hideout ready to collect his bounty. It was crowded and loud. He hated it. When he got to him he threw the bounty in front of Jabba.

The Hutt looked at it. "Good job. Stick around for tonight's festivities."

Din wanted to decline but knew it wasn't a good idea. So he stood and watched a Twi'lek girl perform. Nothing he hadn't seen before, she was pretty but not really his type. The evening went on like that multiple slaves trying their best to entertain Jabba, natural Hutt stuff.

Before the last person came out Jabba got even more excited than usual. Din wondered why but when he came out he knew why. It was a young man, probably about 20. His eyes were a piercing blue and he had soft-looking blonde hair. He stepped into the middle of the room where a twilek girl tied a black blindfold on him so he couldn't see anything.

Din looked confused until the man was handed two torches and people started shooting at him. The man evaded every blaster shot gracefully while spinning the torches. It looked like he was dancing.

Din couldn't look away. He moved as if he knew where the people would shoot as if he could see. It was weirdly beautiful and mesmerizing.

The man threw the torches in their respective holders and did a flip forwards pulling off the blindfold now only being a few meters away from the Mandalorian breathing heavily. There was this beautiful sadness running through him. But before he could look at him any longer the man was yanked away by the chain around his neck.

Jabba had pulled him towards himself. "Did you enjoy the show Mandalorian?" He pulled the man closer. "This one's my favorite, a real jetii."

The man tried to move away only to be yanked closer. He looked at the Mandalorian almost as if he was begging him to help him.

Din stepped closer to the Hutt. "What about my payment?"

"15,000." Jabba let the Jedi go who immediately moved away.

"I want the 50,000. I don't bargain you should know that."

"Hmm, how about I'll let you pick a slave on top of the 15,000, that's more than fair."

"I have no use for slaves, Jabba."

"Then sell it. Slaves go well here, you know that especially a pretty Twi'lek woman. You can get your pick."

"Any slave?"

"Yes," Jabba called all his slaves out and made them line up except for the man.

Din looked at them, all pretty generic and would bring him a pretty penny. But the man, if he was really a Jetii he would make him a lot more. "I want him." He pointed at the blue-eyed man.

The man looked at him surprised, his eyes full of emotions but nothing Din could pinpoint.

"Not him." Jabba yanked the man closer with the chain.

"A deal is a deal Jabba. You said any slave. Are you not a man of your word?" Din knew he could get what he wanted.

The Hutt got angry because he knew he had to give the bounty hunter what he wanted. "You don't want him. He's only good for circus tricks and a handful. He will escape."

"I can handle it. My payment, please." Din walked past the other slaves up to Jabba.

"You're not making friends." Jabba handed him the chains and the credits.

Din pulled the man closer holding his blaster to the side of his head to keep him from trying shit. "I'm not here to make friends. I'm here to make money." He left the hideout and kept walking to his ship all the while having his new slave stare at him.