Darasuum // Din Djarin Mandalorian ♠️

Chapter One - Bounty Hunters

Ice planets. They never appealed to me. Cold and damp, but not in the way that Endor's floors were graced with the morning fog, rather in the way that I had been all too happy to leave Hoth's skin numbing air. I had been to many systems in my life. First, with my mother for diplomatic missions. Then, with the Sith for their deranged beliefs and most recently with Han Solo, smuggling anything we could for credits. I hadn't seen the curly-haired idiot in two years. I hadn't seen any of them in two years. Now, the only reason I ventured outside the comfort of the ship was to collect a bounty; which was what I was doing in this very moment.

"Can I get you a drink sweetheart?" a voice asked, their figure sitting down beside me.

I smiled, turning my head towards my bounty. Target acquired. "I'm afraid I don't accept drinks from strangers," I told him, taking a small coin from my pocket and deftly moving it through my fingers.

It was habit more than anything else. I had found the coin years ago. When I was a child.

Tilting my eyes to the side slightly, I noticed that the man hadn't left his place beside me. In a normal circumstance, this was where I walked away before things got heated, but this wasn't a normal circumstance. It was unfortunate, but I needed him.

"What do you want?" he posed, throwing a credit to the barkeep. "It's on me."

I stopped moving the coin, turning to face him fully with a smirk. "Something from Tantooine."

"That's a funny thing you got there," the bounty commented.

I looked at the small piece of metal in my hand. It was smooth, unlike most coins. The usual appearance of the currency was different depending on what planet you found yourself on, but the small object that was my most prized possession was not from any planet. At least not one this man would have heard of.

"It's a coin," I told him.

"You from earth or something?" he asked. "That's the only place I can think of that uses shit like that."

The barkeep placed my drink in front of me, and I took a small sip. "Or something," I answered.

The man smiled. "What is a girl like you doing on an ice planet?"

"A girl like me?" I repeated.

"A pretty girl," he confirmed, looking me up and down.

Smiling, I tried to ignore the vice grip I had on my glass. "It's just a pitstop," I informed him, not completely lying. As soon as I was done here, I was getting as far away as I could from this forsaken planet.

"You here with your husband?" he pried. "Boyfriend?"

I shook my head. "I'm not married."

He only smiled. "Alone then?" the bounty asked, and I could almost hear the excitement in his tone as he began to move closer.

"I didn't say I was alone."

As though he listened to the conversation, the door of the quiet cantana opened and heavy footsteps entered. The man beside me turned his head and I watched as his eyes widened in fear. 

"Always with the dramatic entrance," I muttered.

"Who's that?" he asked.

"Bounty Hunter," I put simply, taking a small swig of my drink.

The bounty shook his head, jumping from the chair he sat in as though shocked by his arrival. The armoured hunter that had entered didn't move towards the man I sat beside, instead engaging with one whose skin was shaded blue across the room.