Bounty hunting is a complicated profession

Kov'nyn

"One last thing you," the blue-armoured Mandalorian said harshly as he turned to you "no Jeti tricks."

Unable to stop yourself, you arched an eyebrow as you stared at him fixedly. You should have thrown him harder against that wall. He huffed with exasperation but still moved to the outside.

You followed him while staring at his back, sulking. Din was upset too — with every right after such an outrage — although he seemed to find your irritation amusing.

The Mandalorian took you all the way back to where you had landed, but by an extremely inefficient route that took you through the entire encampment. To your surprise, there were fewer Mandalorians than you had initially expected: less than twenty, counting the ones that had escorted you to the planet. There were also no children.

Still, you could feel the stares of the Mandalorians you crossed paths with, following you with their eyes, and probably wondering what on the universe were you doing there, on their planet, their refuge, the only safe place they had left. You shuddered.

He was doing it on purpose though, walking you through the camp, exhibiting you in front of the whole covert. You didn't understand why exactly, but it was clear to you that it wasn't accidental. So much for not wanting to attract any more attention…

Finally, he approached a female Mandalorian who was working on a ship and he started to talk to her in that language you didn't understand. Her armour was painted with a dark shade of green and the design of her helmet was different from the men's, with a more streamlined shape of both helmet and visor. She nodded at Din in acknowledgement and then looked at you up and down making you feel exposed yet again.

“Paz says you’re searching for other Mandalorians.” She said, and you realised that she was talking in basic just because of you and you couldn't help but feel grateful about it. Also, you were quite pleased with yourself as it had turned out that the Mandalorian was called Paz, as you had initially guessed.

“Yes,” Din answered, “seems you have heard about some recently.”

"Yeah, I was on Xorrn a few weeks ago looking for a bounty and was lucky enough to cross paths with Gor Koresh.” She said and both men nodded in understanding – they seemed to know well enough who this Gor guy was. “He tried to ambush me and take the beskar. Well, not him of course, that hut'uun doesn’t have what it takes… Anyways, I thought I should pay him a visit,” she shrugged innocently “let him know I was fine. He said it was a pity he couldn't get my armour but that he knew others from whom he could take the beskar."

"Did he say anything else? Any more details?" Din asked her and she shook her head. "Thanks."

Then he turned to Paz.

"I'll refuel the Crest and we'll take our leave." He told him, his voice cold and emotionless.

"Good."

As you followed Din back to the Crest, you were tempted to ask him about what had happened until you remembered that Paz could understand your sign language. You didn't want him to know what you were saying so you had no other choice but to wait until later, when you were alone with Din.

"Wait here, I'll be done as fast as possible." He told you when you reached the Crest's access ramp.

At any other time, you would have insisted on going with him, but right now you didn't feel like interacting with Mandalorians much more, so you sat on the ramp and waited as you looked around.

A group of three men had approached Paz, huddling around him. They seemed to be upset and it looked like they were arguing but, since they were once again speaking in their language, you couldn't make out what all the fuss was about. Although you could probably guess.