Kyr'bes - King of Crowns

Demagolka

Should've known they were going to be trailed the moment they left Sorgan. Should've figured by the ship trailing behind them that they were always going to be a bounty. Nowhere was safe. Nothing was going to be 'just fine' as he promised.

He tried to lose them in the field, shooting out of hyperspace to this dogfight, following behind the razor crest like a lost puppy. Their blasters aimed for their engines, breaching their ship as The Mandalorian calmly dodged their shots, his grip tight on his throttle.

The child sat secured in the copilot's seat, you gripping the back of the Mandalorians chair with a vice, keeping both feet planted on his deck. Alarms blew through the air, sharp chimes as the ship took a heavy hit. It sent you forward, almost knocking into the back of his chair.

"Hand over the child, Mando." The males voice cut through his comm by force, not even hailing his ship. You gave him a sparse look, but he didn't return it as he swerved through space. Stars streaked past your vision, ands the child cooed, entertained by the rocking of the ship. A direct hit to the ship, and it sent the ship lurching, sparks thrown into the cockpit.

"I might let you live." He mocked.

The Mandalorian looked at you, the child. "Hold on," he recommended.

You didn't get much of a chance to brace before he sent the ship up, rolling over the blaster shots behind you.

Your legs slipped from under you, feet losing traction as you rolled into the next wall, falling to the floor when he straightened back out with a large thump.

With your belly to the floor, you groaned, holding your head where you smacked the floor.

"I told you to hang on." Ian teased.

"I don't understand how you're so—Ah!" The ship rocked, another direct hit. This time, to the engines. Alarms rang in your ears as you grappled back to the Mandalorians seat. The ship was beginning to rock precariously, and the Mandalorian flipped a few more switches on his console as you grabbed his chair again, this time bracing yourself with both hands. "Come on." He urged his ship, who he had once graciously called a 'fiery beast' when he had a few too many drinks a few nights ago.

The comm crackled again. "I can bring you in warm..." You could almost hear the smile on the bounty hunters face. "-Or I can bring you in cold."

The Mandalorian grabbed his throttle and yanked it back, sending the ship alarmingly backwards as he stopped so suddenly. It sent you into the back of his chair, sending him into his console and the child just held on for dear life.

The assaulting ship came in view, Ian's thrusters whining under the sudden brute stop, as the ship came in focus.

"That's my line." He muttered.

He only had to fire one shot, one shot right into the ship ahead, and your eyes widened as it blew into bits. The comm crackled with a garbled scream, completely cut off as it exploded into shrapnel, then...dust.

You were holding your breath, bated and insecure as you slowly looked down at the Mandalorian.

He sighed, exhaling a sharp breath as he let his grip slack on his throttle, leaning back in his seat as the Razor crest drifted through space. The ship was beginning to tilt to the side, listing through space as you sighed softly. Your knuckles were white on his seat, afraid to let go.

"I told you to hang on." He said again, turning to you.

"How are you always so calm?" Your voice came out a little sharper than intended, but you scoffed.

"Comes with the territory." A few more buttons, and the ship was forward again, only going off an engine and a half. The alarms were deafening, everything going off at once as The Mandalorian frantically tried to get his ship moving, "Losing fuel." He muttered.