"So is it Inella or Koda?" Din asks me.
I poke the red-hot cinders in the fire with a stick, coaxing it into a larger flame. We both sit around the fire, waiting for the bird to cook. Din wears his typical brown clothes and helmet across the fire from me. I can feel his stare.
"Koda," I reply, "But Nellie on special occasions when we're alone."
The sky is dark today, telling us there's a storm on its way. The sun is clouded by, well, clouds, and a chilly breeze sweeps across the landscape. I hope the bird cooks before any rain shows up, or else we'll be eating a half-cooked breakfast.
"Nellie?" he asks.
"That's what my friends called me back then. Inella is what my parents called me."
"I think I had a pet hound named Nellie when I was a kid," he teases. I glare at him aggressively. "I'm joking, of course." He sits up, trying to look sincere.
"Don't be a dick," I tell him. I continue to move the embers at the base of the fire, willing it to cook our breakfast faster. It's only got a few more minutes before it's finished cooking, I think. I'm better at cooking stew.
Din stands up, impatient for some food. He turns to his left and takes a few steps toward the ship parked up at the tree line.
"I was thinking of leaving this planet today or tomorrow. Make our way back to Nevarro so I can pick up a few jobs," he breaks the silence with. "Weather looks... less than desirable today. We should get out before some crazy storm strands us here."
"I've never been to Nevarro," I reply.
"It's where one of the Bounty Hunter's Guild hubs is," he informs me. "I'm thinking we stop for a few jobs to get some extra cash before we try to find Grogu."
I had almost completely forgotten about the whole point of me joining Din. For a reason I'm still not completely aware of, he needed me to help him find the Jedi who's training his kid. These last few days on Teth have completely clouded my brain.
"Do you have any idea where he is?" I ask.
"Well, the whole slave trade thing on Vinsoth didn't really yield any useful information, so no."
"We can go back and try to-"
"We killed six guys and fled. We're not going back there," he sounds firm. I don't respond.
I flip the bird over. It looks cooked now; golden brown and crispy. I take it off the fire and split it in two before placing it in two different bowls.
"I can ask around on Nevarro to see if any other hunters know anything." He walks back over to the fire and sits back down across from me.
"Why do you need to find him if he's training?" I ask as I hand his bowl of bird over to him.
"I have something to give to him."
"That's it?" I ask. He needed me to join him just so he could deliver a present to his green kid? I'm confused.
"I just want to see him, okay?" Din's defensive now. I turn around so he can eat his breakfast. I can hear the hiss of his helmet as he removes it from his head. I dig in to the bird. Crispy and bland. Perfect.
"Is the little armor shirt for him?" I ask.
He pauses chewing, "How do you know about that?"
"I snooped around the ship a little when we were on Vinsoth." I can hear him sigh loudly, in typical Din fashion. There's no use in hiding anything from him. Plus, the more transparent I am with him, the more he will be with me, hopefully.
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What's a Mandalorian? || Din Djarin
Fanfiction"Was that a laugh?" I ask, smiling. I haven't heard him laugh yet. It was only a short chuckle, but it was definitely there. I look into the rearview mirror that's sat in front of his helmet to look at him. Who needs a rearview mirror in space? "Hav...
