Bounty hunting is a complicated profession

The lead

You made it all the way to Xorrn without mishap or trouble.

In fact, the trip had been so long and uneventful that you had spent the many days it had taken you to get to the planet either sparring or doing exercises to help you recover your voice. The latter having been Din's idea for he thought you should practice with him daily — he was still upset you hadn't let him in on the fact that you could talk — if you really wanted to get better. Of course, he was right and you could now talk much more although your voice was still very weak, shaky, and hoarse. Plus, you couldn't talk for too long without getting tired.

It would have been an enjoyable, even fun, trip if only you hadn't been so distracted and preoccupied. Try as you might, it seemed impossible for you to stop thinking about what Din had told you, him getting angry for your sake, the keldabe kiss, or the idea — that Paz Vizsla had unknowingly planted in your head — of having sex with Din.

Fortunately for you, by dint of continuously pretending everything was normal, you seemed to be getting better and better at lying and concealing your feelings for him. Either that or he was the one pretending not to notice.

Still, from time to time you found yourself lost in thought about him. This was new and uncharted territory for you, since you had never felt this way about anyone before, neither regarding feelings nor the unexpected lust he had awakened in you.

Your early sexual experiences had been unwanted to say the least, so you didn't have much interest in the idea of sex until you were quite older. The couple of times you had willingly been with someone it had been ok, it had given you the release you needed but it wasn't worth the risk nor the effort. You could manage on your own better than with strange men who could end up trying to hurt you or something worse. Plus, you had never really wanted any of those men, at least not this way.

And after all that came your stay in Arvala-7 with Alexshel. With everything that monster had done to you, you thought you'd never again feel any kind of sex drive. Yet, there you were, unable to stop yourself from undressing a Mandalorian with your eyes.

A Mandalorian who, at this precise moment, was in a foul mood.

The moment you had arrived at Xorrn he had told you not to interfere and that had been the last word you had heard from him. Since he was already quite annoyed, you had chosen to follow directions unless things got really bad. You could understand that this felt personal to him since Gor Koresh's business was basically stealing and selling Mandalorian armour remnants.

You had followed Din into a fighting arena where two Gamorreans were wrestling. Once there, he had approached a one-eyed green Abyssin — Gor Koresh — and sat beside him. After just a few minutes of talk, the place had been emptied suddenly as four guns had been pointed at Din's neck. Luckily for you, they had either forgotten about your presence or deemed you unimportant. Either way, Din had given you clear instructions on what not to do, so you had stood to the side and watched.

The scene that had unfolded before your eyes would have left anyone speechless. Din had managed to, almost with ease, single handedly beat the crap out of eight guys, and you had enjoyed watching him doing so — perhaps a little too much.

After that, the Abyssin had run away and Din had chased and caught him. That's how you'd ended up here, out on the street, and with the cyclops hanging upside down from a lamppost.

"All right, stop, stop! I’ll tell you where he is." He was saying. "But you must promise that you won’t kill me."

"I promise you will not die by my hand." Din replied in a grim voice and you couldn't help but notice the way he had chosen to phrase that sentence. "Now, where is the Mandalorian you know of?"