Broken Soul | Din Djarin

chapter six: the egg

Mando practically rips the door of his weapons locker off its hinges as he looks over the empty spaces where his arsenal of weapons used to lay, his anger continuing to grow.

Those little shits took everything. Greedy little...

The lights in the ship flicker erratically, making you take a moment to blink to clear your vision from the flashing lights. The electrical system suffered damage from the Jawas plunder, and you grimace as you look around the ship's hangar, observing the rest of the damage. Wires hang from the ceiling, sending out sparks that trickle and diminish into the air, and some of the panels of the ship's hull have been ripped from its structure, leaving holes that allow you to look through the walls to the desert outside.

The Mandalorian slams the door shut and grunts in frustration, the loud noise startling you. He stalks over to where you stand, smacking hanging wires out of his way as he walks. He's grumbling as he walks and you can hear him utter "dank farrik" as he moves to stand by you, surveying the damage that's been done to his ship. A small frown pulls at your lips as you follow his visor's stare. He's not just upset because it's his ship... because it was his way around the galaxy. He has sentimental feelings about this ship. He must have had it for a long time. His emotions are swarming around him: anger and grief for his ship, and confusion and sadness about... you.

You quickly block yourself off from his emotions, staring with a tight-lipped frown through a hole in the ship wall. You don't know why he feels this way about you, but you've found yourself not minding his company, just as he feels the same way as you. He's not a terrible person... you've realized this over the past couple of days. It's messing with your head, and with the way you're trying to decide how to treat and address him while you're still accompanying him for this brief amount of time. You've found yourself trying to protect him - a strong desire to keep him from harm... even if it means that you're hurt in the process. Attachment is a big no-no, you remind yourself. And it's stupid. He doesn't care about you. You're his bounty. You're just a job to him. And he's an enemy to you. Nothing more.

The Mandalorian makes his way up the ladder to the cockpit and you tag along behind him. Your eyes graze over the different panels and parts that have been ripped from the walls and the controls. You can see the frustration building in him as he moves to sit in the pilot chair, flicking switches. Your eyes travel the inside of the cockpit and you can't help but be impressed with the Jawas' handiwork. They cleaned this place out.

"I never asked... what's the ship called?"

His voice is distant in his distraction from the dash when he replies, "Razor Crest."

He flicks more switches that start the engines, but the engines sputter out automatically and you watch as smoke spews from them. Mando stands and makes his way back to the hangar, letting out a massive sigh as he goes. You follow him after a few moments of looking around the cockpit, finding him sitting in the opening of a small compartment with a cot placed inside. His shoulders are slumped, but he quickly fixes his posture upon your arrival. You lean on the ladder and set your hand on his shoulder to offer him assurance.

"We can fix it."

"Yeah, right," Mando scoffs. "And where would the parts come from?"

"The Jawas, of course."

His helmet turns to look at you, "You didn't help me when I tried doing that in the first place."

"Well, shooting them and chasing their Sandcrawler probably isn't the best way to get your stuff back from Jawas of all people," you retort, scrunching up your face slightly to show your disapproval of his actions.