Don't Blame Me: Din Djarin

Chapter One: The Mandalorian

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I wanna savor, save it for later. The taste of flavor, 'cause I'm a taker. Cause I'm a giver, it's only nature. I live for danger

- 𝘋𝘢𝘯𝘨𝘦𝘳𝘰𝘶𝘴 𝘞𝘰𝘮𝘢𝘯 𝘈𝘳𝘪𝘢𝘯𝘢 𝘎𝘳𝘢𝘯𝘥𝘦 ___________________________________

Third Person Pov

The noise level in the cantina hummed with music, the sound of glass clicking together, and the laughter of it's guest drinking and gambling away. There was nothing better to do on Arvala-7. That's at least what Alaina thought of the planet. Arvala-7 was a remote desert planet with a barren of rocky surface and breathable atmosphere. Here and there, would be moisture farms that farmers would use, but it was a crappy planet compared to those out there.

That's at least what she heard...

Alaina dreamed about what it would be like to go to another planet. She heard from some travelers that planets had cities or waterfalls, or enough grass that covered the whole planet. Sadly, she knew none of what that would look like. For the most part, she knew nothing of her childhood. She remembered being four and waking up to being in a ship. When it landed, she was welcomed to Arvala-7, placed in the nearest orphanage, and at fifteen leaving because of how harsh it was.

Now her life revolved around living in a shitty apartment that was constant hot due to the beaming sun and a twelve hour bar job that barely gave enough money for food and shelter. Alaina had to endure it. There was no where else she could go. Rarely, spaceports came here and she had no knowledge on flying any vehicles to leave the atmosphere.

" Hey lady, you going to pour me another drink or what?"

Alaina snapped from her own thoughts looking over to the end of the bar seeing the half-drunken man raise his mug in the air annoyed that it was empty. She rolled her eyes grabbing the bottle of Gin and made her way over to the man that's been harassing her all day.

" Don't get your stars in a twist." She muttered when he harshly bumped his mug into her chest slipping some on her shirt and the table.

" Watch that pretty little mouth of yours." He snapped glaring up at her as he took a swing of his drink." Best to keep it shut and your legs open."

" Excuse me?" She choked out the word.

" How about we get out of here and I can show you what I mean?" The man challenged smirking up at her with a look that made her stomach churn." See what that nice ass looks like from the back."

Alaina cringed at his words and the way it made her feel walking away to where she was standing before. She hated her job. Not only was it under paying, but it wasn't worth the harassment guest would cause on her or when they got to drunk and grabbed at her like she was meat. She hated every minute of it.

The noise level in the cantina, dropped to zero slowly. Alaina frowned at what had caused it when her eyes landed to the doorway. A Mandalorian. She heard the stories. The fiercest warriors that could kill in seconds and lived for the danger and one was now standing in front of her. While every patron averts their eyes, she watch the Mandalorian walk from the doorway slowly.

Two dozen pairs of eyes that had been studiously avoiding the beskar armor and the blasters strapped to the hunter's waist slowly turned away, but she didn't. Never had she seen a Mandalorian before and she was interested in why one had come to this planet. The Mandalorian made his way to a table in the back corner of the room and sit down across from Kuiil. Alaina knew who the nice Ugnaught was.

Out of all the people that came to the Cantina, Kuiil was the nicest always tipping extra than he needed to and politely asking for things. He was a vapor farmer from what she knew offering valuable skills to those who could meet his price. So, why was a Mandalorian coming to see him? Wiping a mug that had just been washed, she studied the way the two talked. Kuiil didn't seem like he was in trouble at all. He didn't seem scared, but rather calm when speaking to the bounty hunter.