The Sweetest Taste

Chapter 1 - Lysa Kane

Din Djarin was content.

For the first time in his existence he needed for nothing. He was on a planet with clean air. He had a home, a ship, good friends, and even family.

The Mandalorian, who was sitting at a scrubbed wooden table inside of his cabin fixing one of the booster parts of his N-1 Starfighter, glanced through the open window to where he could see Grogu.

His son was playing near the pond, toying with the frogs that resided in it - his favourite thing to do while they had some downtime.

Din was happy that he now had a place for Grogu to just be able to be a kid. For here he could be safe without the worry of capture, or worse.

Din gave a chuckle as Grogu, using his powers, sent a frog spinning into the air before it fell into the pool once more.

Turning back to his work, his expression formed again into a frown as he scrutinised the device in front of him. He knew that eventually it would need to be looked at by Peli Motto and her team of droids. But he could put a temporary fix on for now, avoiding making a trip over to Tatooine without reason to be there.

It was likely that a job in that part of the outer rim would come up eventually, now that his role of Bounty Hunter was back up and running.

But since he had settled here in Nevarro three weeks ago, he and Grogu had only taken on one job and that had been a quick one, paying very little in return.

And as far as credits went, Din had used his last yesterday, picking up food and supplies to make him and Grogu's home - a home.

His child didnt want for much. But despite the pair being set up with a few items of furniture, there was very little here, and basic bedding and utensils had needed to be bought. So that's where his credits had disappeared to.

Raising a kid certainly wasn't cheap. If it had just been Din here alone, he would have gotten by on the few items he had gathered during his travels inside a tiny storage trunk at the base of the Starfighter. But he wanted a better life for the child. And that, he realised, required buying things. And that meant, credits. Lots of credits!

Din gave a weary sigh, but as he did so, he heard another sound nearby.

A sound drawing nearer and nearer...

He lifted his head, eyes on Grogu, as he listened, his hand moving to his blaster which sat on the table nearby.

It sounded like a speeder.

Din was so far out of town and away from the usual roads between here and the Mandalorian camp, so it was rare to get anyone just 'passing by'.

Getting quickly to his feet and placing the gun into its holster at his waist, he strolled through the door that led out into the yard where Grogu was playing.

From here he had a good view of the path that led down to his home.

He saw his son look up from what he was doing to watch, as a small battered landspeeder juddered down the road towards them.

At first, Din presumed it would be someone he knew, come to see him. But as they hovered closer he noticed that this was no one he recognised.

The battered old speeder slowed to a stop a little way from his ship. His smart Naboo Starfighter seeming gigantic compared to this tiny vehicle. From here it looked ancient, with faded blue panelling on the outside. It had certainly seen better days that was for sure.

Nearby Grogu cooed, as Din's hand tensed near to his blaster. Ever cautious of a stranger and what they might want from them.

But to his surprise, this stranger lifted off their visor revealing a length of loose, wavy hair, the colour of honey, and offered him a soft smile.