Vision | THE MANDALORIAN

ℂ𝕙𝕒𝕡𝕥𝕖𝕣 𝕗𝕠𝕦𝕣

I open my eyes to a metal roof above me and the jolting of a ship entering hyperspace. my first thought is the empire. my second is the stinging in my leg. no not stinging, flame like burning. i shift in my seat, surprised when i dont feel the tug of chains binding my wrist, "careful." the crackling voice from what i place to the Mandalorians modulator sounds through the ship making my eyes snap open, "i need to change your bandage." i look over to were the mandalorian is sat facing me. my mind is still blurred from passing out but as i roll onto my back i understand what he means by being careful. every movement sends astabbing up my leg like an electric shock.

i groan and push myself up so im leant against the nearest wall of the ship. he tilts his head towards my leg, "i'll change your bandage and add some bacta to the wound if you make me a deal."

i blink the fuzziness from my mind and dip my head for him to continue.i was confused, why wasnt i on my way to a testing lab with empire, "i want you to train the ki- Grogu. in exchange I'll let you ride with me and i'll keep you safe from the empire."

a flicker of a smile traces my lips before i can stop it, "holding two fugitives? have you gone soft Mando?" the nickname rolls off my tongue and i couldnt take it back if i tried. i liked the way it sounded. he shakes his head and clicks his tongue, "you'll be out on the streets if you continue."my heart is feeling to giddy at his offer to give him a snarky reply in return to i just give him a weasy smile. at this rate i was ready to jump at any chance of freedom even if it meant spending my time following this Mandalorian around, "deal." i follow on with, giving him a soft smile, "okay." he nods and reaches towards my thigh where a bloody bandage is neatly wrapped. only then do i notice how my arms are bare and my jedi robes i had previously been wearing are folded on the chair beside the wall- leaving me in my plain tunic and shorts.

His arm gently slips under my inner thigh and raises my leg, sending a flurry of butterflys through his stomach. despite common belief, his fingers are gentle as they brush over my bare skin and unwrap the bandage.

A ripple of goosebumps dances across my skin as he takes a scoop of bacta salva from a small tub. With his middle and ointer finger he rubs the solvent over my wound. I bite my lip, my leg flinching back involentarily, "sorry, y/n." he presses his fingers back to the wound, gentler this time, "you know my name?" he tilts his head towards a small holo-pod on the shelf by my jedi clothes so i nod, of course he knew everything about me, "can i know your name? if im gonna be training the kid i think i should-"
"no." i take a deep breath and nod again, it was a stupid question. of course, i didnt know much about the mandalorians but i knew there lives where very secret and personal. slowly the mandalorian pulls his hands away from my leg and rubs them nervously on his wn, a habit he seemed to do when he was nervous, "okay." i say softly, my skin still buzzing from his gentle touch, "Well when do you want me to begin training?"

. . . . . . . .

its been a week. every day was spent in the same routine, I would wake, train myself at sunrise, train the kid, and eat. It was strange, despite living with the mandalorian it felt different. like living with a ghost. most of the time I only saw him when i was training Grogu.

The ship glints behind me, a strong, shining piece of beauty, as i raise the blindfold over my face and tie it to my eyes. there is a small training fob infront of me flying around estatically. it takes me a second to adjust but the moment the first bullet spits from the fob im moving. i flip around and spin gracefully. each bullet sent i deflect with my sabers. that was one of his rules; i could have one of my sabers (i chose the purple) but only when i was training Grogu or sparring with the droid. this meant i had to return it to him the moment i was finished. Of course, i happily complied. i didnt want to make him mad from pure fear of him taking me back to the empire. i somersaul and jump around the droid- a small attempt at confusing it. confusion seemed to be arunning emotion for me at the moment. there had been certain moments througout the week that had left me pondering the mandalorians intentions. most of the time, these moments would end with me meditating as a way to silence the confusing thoughts.

on the first day, i had walked in to the cockpit to find him staring at my tracking fob. his helmet was tilted slightly, the force around him buzzing with a foreign emotion as he just stared at my slowly spinning figure. beneath it was a pile of information stacked about me. my age, my species, my last seen where abouts and even some information on my old master. i'd crept into the room slowly, like trying to coax a scared animal and cleared my throat. the moment he saw me in the reflection on the windscreen, he'd slammed the fob shut and spun his chair to face me. i could feel the embarressment rippling through the force but chose to not focus on it and instead ignore it- choosing to slink into the seat behind him. there we had sat in silence until he briskily got up and stalked out the cockpit.

on the third day, his fingers had lingered across my wound as they changed the bandages. it was just for a moment but i could sence his reluctance as his hands gently cupped my thigh. after that, he'd stalked off and avoided my for the rest of the day. giving me clipped responces to any airy questions i'd asked.

on the fourth day, i'd been sparring with a tree on the planet we had stopped at for fuel and had caught him watching from the ramp to the ship. it was early in the day, the suns where barely risen and the sky was painted in an explosion of pinks and purples but still he was there. he was leant against the post, arms crossed in front of him, head tilted. i'd offered him a soft smile, one arm going up to wipe the sweat from my head but he just turned away- stalking of into the ship. on the fifth day he had ignored me.

i tap into the force around me as i sence a presence behind me. i block yet another of the training droids attacks and wave my hand. the force ripples around the droid, making it drop to the floor. the presence hesitates but steps up close behind me. i can feel the hot beskar almost touching my back as the Mandalorian whispers, "can you shoot a blaster?"

for some reason, i hesitate to remove the blindfold and just nod gingerly, "Try this." i feel his leather glove trail down my arm until its cupping the back of my hand and a gun is pressed into my palm. his other hand gently tugs away my lightsaber and tucks it into his belt. his hand rests atop mine and a foreign emotions crackles through my veins like fireworks exploding behind my eyes. i reach up to remove the blindfold but he catches my hand, "Leave it." his voice is soft, i crave the closeness. when he steps away i almost jump straight back into his arms, "try and shoot down the training droid." i nod and flick my hand to wave the droid into flight.

i steady my breath, using the force to feel where the droid is;then i slowlly raise the gun and point it dead ahead. My finger thumbs the trigger. waiting, waiting.

Bang. one shot and the droid drops to the floor- unmoving. a grin twitches at the corners of my mouth as i scramble to take of the blindfold, still consciously aware of how close the Mandalorian is behind me.

I stare at the droid as a whim of smoke leaks from the bullet whole caving out its side, "not to be brash Mnado but-"

"Mando?" his body is deathly still behind me but i can hear the teasig in his voice. it almost makes me blush, "well, yeah." i look to the floor sheepishly, suddenly ashamed of my assumption, "sorry. i just figured calling you the mandalorian all the time was inappropriate and-"

"its fine." he cuts me off. making my mouth slam shut, "so..." he starts asfter a moment of thick silence, "is there anything you can't do?"