Din Djarin x Reader One-Shots

Coded Haze | Part 1

Warnings: Violence, Swearing

Mandalorian x GN! Reader

Word Count:  2842 (Damn 200 reads?! TYSM<3)

Deathianz (De-the-an-z)

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Mando had been on his way to get supplies, more food for the kid and bacta for himself, (Since he seemed to be getting caught up in so much trouble) when his transmitter started beeping, signaling an incoming message.

He half expected it to be Greef, but to his mild surprise, it was a masked figure wearing a variety of clothes. He couldn't see a single part of their skin.

"Mandalorian." The robotic voice announced. It was even deeper than his vocoder. "I don't have much time, but this is urgent." Shouting resounded from behind them, and they turned their head as if to talk to someone. "I'm working on it!" They hissed. Mando tilted his head at the peculiar interaction.

"Anyways, we need your help." They cleared their throat. "Our planet has been overrun by an organisation that calls themselves The Deathianz. It would be in our best interest if you would help, as you are the best in the galaxy. You will be paid handsomely, and we request your meeting for negotiation and terms. Sending the coordinates now." A few seconds later, a line of strange, encrypted symbols faded onto his screen. Immediately, he transferred it to his translator while the rest of the message played.

"It may take a while to cypher I'm afraid. We couldn't take any chances. We hope you'll consider our proposal. Travel well, Mandalorian." And he blipped away.

Mando sighed and sat back in his chair, hands folded over his stomach as he thought of his final decision.

He didn't want to get dragged into any more trouble than he was already in. And he wasn't sure how large the pay was, or if it would be enough. This could be a trick to get the kid, or too much trouble for whatever they'd give him.

On the other hand, the pay could help buy fuel and supplies, and anything else the kid needs. They could really need his help, it could just be a simple job, and he'd leave as soon as he came. 

What the hell.

The screen beeped when the coordinates were ciphered, and he looked them over to see it had been put in simpler code, but not completely. He went over the symbols and numbers, wondering what they meant. He thought of the languages and little code he knew, figuring what the pattern was.

After a couple minutes of searching on his datapad, he found that it was a mix of Binary, Rodian, and some other ones he couldn't recognise, as well as the code to enter, but he had enough information to take a guess.

Before setting the coordinates, he looked back at the transmitter where the holographic person had stood not thirty minutes ago. Was he driving into something he didn't want to be stuck in the middle of? Maybe. Would it be worth the credits? Possibly. Was he going to do it? ...

...Yes.

The planet wasn't too far away, and it would probably be a quick job anyway.

He punched in the numbers.

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The Mandalorian came up to the outer rim planet peacefully, though it was quite the sight. A moral of cool colors on the left, blending into a bland, rocky looking terrain on the right. 

He directed the ship to the right, waiting for further directions. After a few minutes, a series of beeps came from his dashboard. Morse code.