Bounty hunting is a complicated profession

Dragon Slayer

To say you were angry was a gross understatement. You were furious, fuming. And, of course, it was all the Mandalorian's fault.

Following the groundquake in Mos Pelgo, you had gone along Din and Marshal Vanth to see where the krayt dragon lived. On the way there, the Marshal had explained to you how the armour had ended up in his possession and how he had managed to free Mos Pelgo thanks to it. This had made Din's attitude towards him soften up quite a bit and, thanks to their interaction during the rest of the trip, he had even grown to like and respect the Marshal.

The unexpected twist in your journey had been crossing paths with a party of Tusken raiders — including the ones you had met the day before — that also wanted to slay the dragon. It seemed it was attacking them too and killing their banthas but they couldn't manage to kill it on their own because of its sheer size.

Later on, the Tusken had taken you to the dragon's lair and you had finally understood what they all had been talking about: a gigantic reptilian with long neck, horns, and huge sharp teeth that, somehow, swam through the sand causing everything around it to shake.

After that, Din had managed to persuade the townsfolk and the Tusken to cooperate and kill the dragon together because that was the only chance they had against it. At first, cooperation hadn't seemed like an option for the people from Mos Pelgo and the Tusken hated each other very much but having a common need plus the Tusken's promise of not raiding the town in exchange for the dragon's carcass, had seemed to be enough to form an alliance.

During the next few days, the villagers and the Tusken had been working together to transport weapons and explosives to the dragon's lair. It had been nice for you being around more people and also having the responsibility of translating and calming things down when needed. It had been a pleasant change.

Once all the necessary had been brought to its destination, they had planted the explosive charges right at the entrance of the cave. The plan had been to lure the dragon out and detonate the charges when it was over them. Easy and fast. Too easy. That's why you should have anticipated that it wouldn't work as intended. After all, it never did.

Worst of all, Din hadn't let you intervene because he had thought it was too dangerous for you being the crappy shot you were. Mind you, on the other hand he had deemed it perfectly reasonable to use himself as bait and let the dragon swallow him whole along with a poor bantha.

You'd swear your heart had stopped the instant he had disappeared inside the dragon's mouth. You had stayed rooted to the place, telling yourself he must have had planned that, that he surely knew what he was doing, that he was going to be fine. After holding your breath for almost a whole minute, — the longest minute of your life — he had finally flown out of the beast's insides. As soon as he had been out, he had exploded the charges the dragon had swallowed along with the bantha and, to everyone's astonishment and joy, the krayt dragon had fallen. Well, to everyone but you.

You weren't happy at all as you watched him land triumphantly. Your worry had briefly turned to relief before quickly giving way to anger. Now, you were livid with rage.

What in the universe was wrong with him? Did he have nothing inside that stupid helmet of his? Hadn't he thought, for just a second, what would happen if his "plan" didn't work out? Was his life so unimportant to him that he was willing to risk it so lightly and for so little? Because, even if that was the case and his life didn't matter to him, it surely mattered to you. Immensely.

Everyone was cheering and happy and you couldn't have joined the celebration even if you had wanted to for you were too angry.

He walked towards you, covered in a greenish goo and you could feel from afar the pride emanating from him. He was probably expecting you to applaud his deed and shower him with praises. Well, he was going to face disappointment.