Bounty hunting is a complicated profession

Nevarro

After taking off and setting the course, the Mandalorian showed you where the refresher was and gave you a change of clothes.

You were in big need of a shower; you couldn't even remember when you had had the last one. Once inside the refresher, you looked at yourself in the tiny mirror to assess your condition.

You looked bad, but you were sure you had looked worse. The bruises on your face were starting to fade and looked greenish on the edges. You had a cut on your forehead, over your right eyebrow, and another one on your lip. Your neck was a mixture of purple, green and yellow, and you had abrasions and cuts from the collar's friction.

The rest of your body was in a similar state, covered in bruises that were starting to fade and half-healed scratches — another sign of how long you had been unconscious.

After thoroughly enjoying your shower, you got dressed in the clothes the Mandalorian had given you. Judging by the size, they were definitely his: the trousers were as big as the ones he had given you before and the t-shirt was also huge, although you were aware this might be just your perception since you were quite petite. Still, it fit you so oversized you could have used it as a short dress, the sleeves were way too long, and the collar fell all the way down to your shoulders leaving them, and the bruises and injuries, exposed.

The Mandalorian was standing outside when you walked out - your hair still dripping while you dried it with a towel. As you saw him you took a step back unconsciously. You had been through hell and, even though you could defend now, he was still a man — or at least so you thought - and you knew first hand what men were capable of.

"I've brought you some food, I'll be in the cockpit, you can rest in there" he said while pointing at a compartment door.

You nodded as he headed towards the cockpit with a bowl of food.

When you heard the cockpit doors closing, you took a look around. The compartment door he had pointed opened into what could be called the sleeping quarters. You climbed up and could only wonder how a man his size could sleep comfortably in there. You were sitting with your head touching the ceiling and, when you laid, there was not much space between your shoulders and the walls. In fact, it was quite claustrophobic and you didn't like it.

You got out and continued snooping around. In your inspection, you found a closet full of weapons, many boxes, and what looked like a carbonite freezing system — although you weren't completely sure about that last one since you had only seen one before in your life, and it was half destroyed.

As you finished eating the porridge-like meal, you headed to the cockpit. You weren't really tired and, even if you were, you had decided you weren't going to sleep in that closet. When you opened the doors, you saw the Mandalorian listening to a hologram message.

"...he's very antsy. Safe passage. You know where to find me." That was all you got to listen before the hologram ended.

The Mandalorian looked at you as you sat on the chair to his right. "You're not going to sleep?" You shook your head. "Then I am. The destination is set and we are on route, don't touch anything."

As he walked past you, you grabbed his arm to stop him. He turned around to look at you. "Where?" You mouthed, signaling the ship's panel.

"Nevarro" he answered, "that's where I live." You nodded and he left the cockpit.

You hadn't heard of that planet before but, in truth, you hadn't heard of too many planets outside of the Cadavine and the Sanbra sectors — except for the very important ones, of course. Being taken far away was a good thing, in fact, it was the best way for you to disappear. Prior to this moment, you had not been able to go too far away, but now, this Mandalorian was taking you to another system for free. You relaxed as you thought about the new start you could have on this planet.