Strange Savior | Part 3

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Warnings: Violence, Spoilers for BOBF, Swearing, Eventual flirting (I think. I wouldn't know) Unedited

Mandalorian x Male! Reader

Word Count: 4884  (Finally! The part that started it all. SO SRY ITS BEEN LIKE A MONTH BUT I'VE BEEN WORKING ON MULTIPLE STORIES AND CHAPTERS ALSO ILY GUYS 16K??? It takes a while for you to make an appearance, but I promise you get your time with gay Mando TvT I may or may not make a short prt 4)

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As the arrogant Twi'lek fumbled with the negotiations per the Pyke Syndicate demands, Boba signalled the ambush just as the leader raised it's blaster to the majordomo's chest, leading to the fall of their enemies smoking bodies strewn across the pavement.

Both Mandalorians stumbled to gain their balance as they once again touched the ground, killing off those who hid among the buildings and awnings protecting untraded goods. And though many had fallen, the aliens numbers greatly outweighed their own, making it look as if they were moving through a strangely concocted dance, spinning and dodging to shoot off the remaining Pykes, standing back to back, dragging the other back to defend their life, and watch any blind spots their friend might have.

The glaring suns weren't helping anything, instead drowning the entire planet in unyielding waves of scorching heat that sent sweat dripping through the beskar-clad men in the literal heat of battle.

As the Mandalorian got back to his feet, Boba covered his attacks until they could move together, destroying those who surrounded them with whistling birds and a red hot barrage. Capes flew, weapons shrieked, visors whirled, boots pounded, armor deflected, death screamed, but they were still painfully outnumbered.

"They just keep coming." Boba exclaimed, never halting his attack despite how tired his muscles became, resulting in more scorch marks adorning his beskar than he would have liked. Mando fought to defend himself as well, grunting in agreement as he too was brought to his knees by the never ending onslaught of sparking blasterfire.

Their bodies jerked and seized with every blow that marked the Mandalorians' armor, and despite their years of nearly unrivaled skill in combat, they were losing with so little reinforcements. The odds were tilting further and further away from their favor, and it looked as though it just may be the end.

Until suddenly the spice runners drew back, the ricochet of more blasters resounding within the domed buildings of Mos Espa. But they weren't hitting the harrowing men anymore.

An armored landspeeder hovered around the corner, boarded by a clan of rifle wielding defenders. 

"The people of Freetown." Boba gasped, both men jumping to their feet to kill off the rest of the Pykes with their newfound allies. The bartender from the day before was driving the speeder, and parked behind the Mandalorians briefly as the residents of Tatooine vaulted over the side to better aid the warriors.

"Help while you got cover!" Taanti called out to those behind him

Mando couldn't help but scan the people onboard for your braided hair, or your scarred cheeks, maybe even a glimpse of your enchanting e/c eyes, but found nothing.

A shot rang off the back of his helmet, and he was quick to come back to their current battle, shooting off anyone who dared to even look at him from the other side. As the residents of Freetown spread across the land for better angles and defences, gunfire rained from both sides, and Taanti was forced to retreat with the rest.

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