Bounty hunting is a complicated profession

Dazed

You opened your eyes slowly. Your head hurt and you didn't recognise your surroundings. Then, the events of the past days came back to you and you tried to sit up, realising that you were strapped to what looked like an operating table.

Both your arms and legs were cuffed to the table, and you soon realised that they had put a new collar around your neck so you couldn't use your abilities.

You looked around the room. There were digital panels all around you but you didn't understand the information they were displaying. At that moment, a round droid approached you. It was floating over you and it reached your outstretched arm to put an IV in it. You struggled a bit but it changed nothing.

"Please don't move, I don't want to hurt you"

Startled, you looked around trying to find whoever had talked. A young man got closer to you. He was wearing dark glasses and a grey uniform.

"If you move around you could hurt yourself and I would have to sedate you." he added.

How could he be talking to you so calmly in that situation? It was like he was having a nice conversation in a bar with a friend, but meanwhile he was prodding your other arm with another IV. You winced when the syringe pierced your skin.

"I am sorry. I really am, but it'll be better for you if you behave and do as you're told" he said with a sad expression on his face "it's the only way I have to keep you alive, otherwise..." He looked over his shoulder.

You understood what he was saying but just going along with it hadn't proven useful before. You needed to get out of there, so you kept struggling until you felt your strength leaving you.

"Dank farrik" you thought as you lost consciousness "he's sedated me".

"No, no, no, no, please. Please. No. No, no."

You heard a male voice pleading, followed by a blaster shot, and some electric sizzling.

You couldn't for the life of you open your eyes. Your whole body felt heavy and you were having a hard time remembering where you were or what had happened. Everything you heard lacked meaning and you had no idea what was going on.

"No, please. Please, don't hurt her." You heard the voice again as you wondered who he was talking about. '"It's just a girl. Please. No. No!"

You heard a struggle as you finally managed to open your eyes. Everything was blurry.

"Please. No. No, no!" Pleaded the voice again.

"What did you do to her?" Said another voice, deep and slightly distorted. A voice that sounded very familiar to you, but you couldn't pinpoint where you had heard it before.

"I...."

"What did you do to her?!" Said the deep voice again, louder and angrier this time. Suddenly you realised, "her" was you and the voice was the Mandalorian that had rescued you... and later betrayed you.

"I... I protected her! I protected her! If it wasn't for me, she would already be dead!" Said the doctor's voice, whimpering as he talked. "Please... please... please, please..."

The familiar helmet appeared in your field of vision. You were very drowsy and just keeping your eyes opened required all of your energy.

"I'm taking you out of here." He said as he released you from the table.

Staying awake was the most you could do and every time you blinked you felt as if you wouldn't be able to open your eyes again. Your eyelids felt extremely heavy.

The Mandalorian lifted you and carried you out of the room. Mustering all the energy you had left, you lifted your arms to grab onto him.

Blaster sounds surrounded you as you kept losing and regaining consciousness.

"Drop the blaster!" You heard a storm trooper shout.

"Wait. What I'm holding is very valuable. Here..." said the Mandalorian as he slowly lowered you to the ground, putting you down carefully.

"Now turn and face me!" Said the trooper. "Stand up!"

Suddenly, you heard a whistling noise, followed by a flash, and you lost consciousness again.

By the time you came by, you could feel the breeze of the night's air on your face, which meant he had somehow managed to get you out of the building.

The Mandalorian stopped walking all of a sudden.

"Welcome back, Mando. Now put the package down." Said a voice you recognised from the hologram message. If you hadn't been so drugged, you would have let him know what you thought about being called "package".

"Step aside. I'm going to my ship." Answered the Mandalorian.

Even though you couldn't manage to keep your eyes open anymore, you could feel the tension in the man holding you.

"Hm. You put the bounty down and perhaps I'll let you pass."

"The girl's coming with me."

"If you truly care about the girl, then you put her on the speeder and we'll discuss terms." The man told him calmly.

"How do I know I can trust you?" asked the Mandalorian warily.

"Because I'm your only hope."

The Mandalorian moved again, slowly, and you realised helping you wasn't worth losing his life. You couldn't help but understand it, why would he risk everything for you, when he barely knew you? In fact, you hadn't even said a word to him, let alone your name.

You wanted to let him know that it was ok for him to leave you there, that you couldn't ask him to lay down his life for you, nor would you hold him accountable. But you could hardly keep your eyes open, and all you managed to do was hold your grip onto him a little stronger.

Completely out of the blue, he started shooting at the same time as he jumped on the speeder with you still in his arms, falling on his back, and cushioning your fall with his body.

Shots were flying all around you as he turned over and laid you carefully on the speeder's floor.

"Drive!" He said but the speeder didn't move "Drive!" he said again, louder this time, and you started to move.

Blasters shot all over the place, hitting the speeder and making sparks fly all around you while you were still, lying on your back, unable to move a muscle. Unable to help, unable to escape... rendered completely useless yet again...