What's a Mandalorian? || Din Djarin

5|Cold|

I'm jolted awake by the ship jumping out of hyperspace. The jump kicks me out of my seat a little. If it weren't for my seat belt, I would've hit the back of Mando's seat with my face. 

The stars around us are no longer streaks, but twinkling sparkles once again. Most are a yellowish white color, but some shine a dazzling shade of blue. Even fewer are a pretty soft pink color. I never expected stars to look this beautiful. 

I'm cold. Space is cold. I rub my arms, desperate for the friction to warm my chilled skin. Dantooine is quite a hot planet, even in the cold season the temperature never drops very low. I've never owned a coat, and never really needed to. 

So many new experiences.

I rummage through the brown sack I brought with me to pull out my cloak. I've had it for many years, but it's still quite soft. Almost the texture of a blanket. I drape it over myself and snuggle underneath it.

"Cold?" Mando asks. He's looking through the mirror at me. I can't see his eyes, but I can feel his gaze on me. He sounds concerned.

"A little. I'm not used to cold temperatures," I reply. I pull the cloak up higher to my neck.

"We'll be there soon," he informs me. He looks away from the mirror to look at the dashboard in front of him. He presses a few buttons and reads a screen to his left. He grips the steering wheel, and turns the ship slightly left and down. We ride toward a blue and green planet. The edges of it are a rich shade of blue, similar to the color of the sky. The center is a bright green, the same color as the forest back home.

"What planet is this?" I ask. I want to know what the mission is. Mission? Goal? Plan? I'm not sure what we're doing. What time is it? Does time work the same in space?

"This is Vinsoth," Mando announces, "a popular planet for slave trade and smuggling."

I crinkle my nose at the unsavory thought. Slave trade? How many slaves does a people have to sell to become known as a 'popular planet for slave trade'? I shiver at the thought.

"Oh, sounds great," I say sarcastically, "You gonna sell me?"

"Wasn't planning on it," he counters. The closer we get, the more detail I can make out. The atmosphere swirls and changes constantly. The clouds above the green area move rapidly, whereas the clouds over the blue area move quite slowly. Mando steers up pretty far up north, toward the blue. 

"We're here to see if we can find any information about any Jedi. Or anything about a Jedi school." He moves his thumb incessantly over a lever on the dashboard with a bulbous ball handle. 

"So, that's the plan? We find information and dip?"

"No." I wait for a him to elaborate, but of course he does not. 

"Mando, I'm going to need you to share a little bit more information if you want me to help."

He sighs annoyingly and shrugs his shoulders.

"I got word that there is a group in the slave trade business that 'trades' Jedi. Apparently they smuggle Jedi to and from planets secretly to keep them safe from the hunters." He pauses and looks to me in the mirror again. "We're going there to see if they've seen a small green padawan come through their system."

"A green padawan?" I repeat his words.

"Yes, Grogu." 

I scrunch my face, confused, and look at him.

"Grogu is my foundling."

"Your kid is green?"

"I told you, he's not my kid."