Darasuum // Din Djarin Mandalorian ♠️

Chapter Twelve - Repairs

"They really did a number on you, didn't they?" I muttered to myself, running a hand along the ship's controls. Wires stuck out in most places and the hyperdrive was missing. It must be in one of the crates the Jawas gave us; it had to be. We weren't getting out of here otherwise.

We had been silent on the journey back, both the Mandalorian and I too tired to speak. At least, that was his reason. I, despite the circumstances, was still high on adrenaline. The exhaustion and pain hadn't settled into my body yet. Instead, I was thinking. Remembering.

I froze. Maul's words had rung in my mind and I froze. It had only been for a moment, but there are a number of things that could have happened in that single second I took to think. There was no time for thinking in the real world. No time to see your options. It was kill or be killed, and yet it hadn't been that for a while. Not with him.

"Kuiil says these are for the cockpit," Mando's voice entered the room and I jumped slightly, turning to look at him. He placed a crate on the ground beside me.

"I'll get to fixing it then," I replied, running my eyes over it's contents. "We need to get out of here fast."

Reaching forward, my fingers clasped around a cylindrical coil. Before I could pull it from its place beside other parts, Mando's gloved hand harshly grabbed my wrist.

"Are you okay?" I asked him, turning my gaze to the man. His was already on mine.

"You're bleeding," he told me, other hand moving to the side of my head. The hard leather was rough against my raw skin and I winced slightly.

"Sorry," he apologised quickly, stepping back.

I expected him to leave, but I was wrong. The man took his glove off, revealing clean skin underneath, untouched by the mud, some of which still sat against his armour. Without much protection myself, I could only imagine the amount of dirt that caked my skin.

"I'm fine Mando," I told the man as his skin touched mine, pads of his fingers prodding at the gash on my head lightly.

I gasped. I think the man in front of me assumed it was from pain as his touch turned even gentler again, but I was being honest with myself, it was the complete opposite. There was a lurch in my heart as his fingers touched my skin. A flutter. I had seen the Mandalorian's hands before, no mind it only being in recent days, but he had never touched me before. His skin against mine. Why did my body shivered at the contact?

Turning away quickly, the bounty hunter's hand fell from my face. "How's the kid?" I asked, making myself busy as I looked at the part in my hand.

"Still sleeping."

"You have a knife?" I asked, looking at him again for a moment.

Without hesitation, Mando took a blade from his belt, flipping it so that the sharp side faced him.

I took hold of the handle, holding it in my grasp. "I'm not surprised. Using the Force takes a lot out of you, especially if you aren't trained."

I began to use the knife to pry open one of the control units on the wall. It was a jumble of wires.

"So he's a Jedi? Like you?"

I paused for a moment, pulling out a green wire and examining the end of it. "I don't think so."

"Do you think he's too young?"

Shaking my head, I placed the blade of the knife in between my teeth, picking up the cylinder I had taken from the box and beginning to attach it to the wire I had exposed.