Bounty hunting is a complicated profession

Maldo Kreis

When you opened your eyes, the cockpit's temperature had drastically dropped. Din was lying over the control panel seemingly unconscious and the Frog Lady was on the floor, shivering.

The moment you had been halted, two New Republic X-Wings had flanked you and had started to ask too many questions so Din had shot out of there and had swerved to the closest planet. After having been chased for a while, he had managed to crash land the ship under a rock that hid you from your pursuers. It had seemed you had given them the slip when the ice underneath you had started to crack and you had fallen down to where you were now.

You shook Din and the Frog Lady awake and, while he helped her up, you went downstairs to get some blankets and look for her eggs. The view there was desolating: the cargo hold had been severely damaged and there was a big hole on the side, everything had tumbled down, and it looked disastrous. Luckily, the canister with the eggs had suffered no damage.

During the time you had been out, the place had got freezing cold and frost was beginning to build up on Din's armour. He made a makeshift cover for the hole in the ship's hull and turned on a heater while you put on all the clothes you owned and gave the Frog Lady some blankets.

"What are you doing?" Din asked you when you grabbed his toolbox.

"Well, the earlier we start fixing this, the sooner we'll get out of here."

"No. The temperature will drop significantly when night falls. If we get out there, we'll freeze. I’ll have a better idea of our prospects in the morning."

You huffed and let go of the toolbox which hit the floor loudly, showing this way your frustration and disappointment with his plan. The Frog Lady seemed to agree with you as she started complaining loudly in her language.

"I’m sorry, lady. I don’t understand Frog. Whatever it is, it can wait until morning." He said sitting on the floor by the curtain covering the hole. Then, he looked at you. "I don't know what you expect from me after that little tantrum, but it's not happening. I recommend you get some sleep."

You looked at him for a moment, frowning and pouting slightly, and then signed to him.

"Bossy."

He chuckled so softly the sound of it was almost lost due to the modulator in his helmet. Then, he tapped the floor next to him for you to sit there. You did so, grabbing a blanket on your way. As much as you didn't agree with how he was handling things, you weren't going to say no to the chance of snuggling beside him, one thing had nothing to do with the other.

The Frog Lady, on the other hand, wasn't so easily appeased and she was unable to relax, worried and anxious about the whole situation.

You were awoken by the sudden move of whatever it was that was under your head acting as your pillow. As you opened your eyes, you realised it was Din's shoulder and that you had somehow – probably in search of warmth – ended up huddling against him, his arm now wrapped around you.

Blushing wildly as you processed the position you were in, you slowly started to move away from him so embarrassed you only half-registered the conversation between him and the Frog Lady – who was using the remains of a droid as a translator.

As you straightened up, Din moved away and you instantly missed the warmth of his hand on your body, damning the Frog Lady for having ruined the wonderful situation in which you had unknowingly been in.

"I thought honouring one's word was a part of the Mandalorian code." She retorted to Din when he told her the deal was off, and you had to admit you were impressed by her sudden display of manipulation skills. "I guess those are just stories for children."