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warnings : fighting? little bit of angst. language

͙۪۪♡𐡘 𐡘♡𐡘 𐡘 ֎ 𐡘 𐡘♡𐡘 𐡘♡ ͙ ͙۪۪̥ ͙

y/n pov

Right now, Mando is probably more pissed than I thought he could be.

"no way we're gonna get this to work without a full maintenance facility." Mando says, knocking a tightly closed fist against some of the remains of his ship. "This is gonna take days to fix." he then says.

I look over to kuill, who's sorting through a bucket of tools. "If you two care to help, it might go faster. There is much work to do."

"Yea tin can, it might go faster." i say, before chucking a wrench at his head. Thankfully he dodges it, so I don't have to get another lecture. I can hear him sigh heavily before picking up the wrench, and pointing it at me. "Still on thin ice. Stop throwing things at me."

"Fine- jeez." I say, throwing my hands into the air.

(sorry for all the time skips, i'm just bad at writing silent scenes.)

Anyways, we spent all fucking night and day rebuilding the razor crest, while the tiny green baby just had its fun sleeping. The ship itself looks better than ever, of course it's because I did most of the work. Mando would argue that I sat there and made fun of him but- I mean, I have experience.

"I can't thank you enough." Mando starts to kuill while I lean on a wall behind me. "Please allow me to give you a portion of the reward." He insists.

"I cannot accept it. You are my guest and I am therefore in your service." Kuill refuses the money, yet again.

Surprise surprise.

"I could use a crew member of your ability, and I can pay handsomely." Mando tries to persuade him. I zone out, thinking about the bounty. Are we really going to turn in a baby for some cash? I mean, I'm beginning to have second thoughts, maybe I can save it.

Somehow

"Thank you for bringing peace to my valley." Kuill starts as I zone back into the real world. " And good luck with The Child. May it survive and bring you a handsome reward." He turns to me and nods. To which I nod back stiffly.

"I have spoken."

And then we were off again, me waving bye to Kuill out the window, which of course he waves back.

END OF EPISODE 2

y/n pov

So far it's been a long ride. Especially with my thoughts running miles through my head. We can't turn him in.

We can't

I can't

I won't

"Hey mando." I start. He turns to me, nodding as if to say, 'go on'. "Do we really have to turn in the kid...?" I trail off, my question being met with nothing but silence.

Just a crackly sigh. "Yes." He replies, before turning to gaze out of the front window, into the black void. "Think about it, he's a literal baby, we can't just give it to some strange man!" I exclaim at the end of my sentence.

My hands now gripping the armrests, my metal fingers of my left hand denting it slightly. Mando turns to me again. "Don't give me attitude, it's just a job." He says monotonously. I scoff.

Just a job.

"I just have a bad feeling about this whole thing, that's all." I say, almost apologetically, yet sarcastically at the same time. I hear nothing. Again, surprising.