Darasuum // Din Djarin Mandalorian ♠️

Chapter Nineteen - Mos Eisley

Word Count: 3,081 words. 

Warnings: None.

It was odd. Being back on Tantooine. It wasn't strange to me in the way that exploring a new planet made me nervous or in the way that returning to somewhere you hadn't been in years formed knots in your stomach. Although, yes, I hadn't been anywhere near Tantooine since leaving with the Mandalorian, seeing the towers and buildings that hadn't been there before almost scared me.

When I had left, the New Republic were only beginning to set up. Barely at the start of their renovations. Of purging the worlds of the Empire. They had come a long way in such a short time.

"Are we finally getting repairs?" I questioned, titling my head at Mando as he pulled the ship into the Bay. We almost didn't make it to the ground, our engines threatening to shut down more than once. I hoped that his answer to my question was positive because I wasn't sure how much longer we would last.

He had mentioned the prospect of getting the ship worked on back on Sorgan, but if there was one thing I knew about the Mandalorian in front of me, it was that his priorities were quick to change when it didn't suit him.

"Just a few. Enough to keep us going," he muttered, turning off the switches above the cockpit.

"This ship needs new parts," I told him. "Patching up the old ones will only get us so far."

"We can't afford new ones," Din explained, turning to look at me.

I nodded slowly, taking a deep breath. "Let's leave the kid on the ship. This may be Tantooine, but I can't guarantee that there won't be any troopers hanging around."

Din stood up, moving to pick up the small green creature that sat in the chairs behind us. "We should try to find a bounty while we're here."

Standing up myself, I followed the Hunter to the cargo bay, watching as he opened up the small compartment that was supposed to be for weapons but at the moment was being used as a make-shift home for the poor thing.

He raised his hand as the door closed and I smiled back as his face faded from view. He called out to me. The creature. Not in words nor in noticeable gestures, but through the Force. I could feel it. The pull to connect with him on a higher level, but I hadn't done that for a long time. Letting another mind in. The only person that had ever gotten that close was the man I wanted to kill and I didn't feel like opening myself up to that pain again, a small child or not.

"Good idea," I replied to Mando's suggestion, turning my head. "But I need a drink first."

I could hear him sigh under the helmet. "We can't afford a drink."

"We don't need to," I explained, pressing the small button to open the ship. "I'll simply use my charm."

"Charm?" he questioned. I had never known the Mandalorian to be sarcastic, but in that moment, I was almost certain that his tone was laced with it.

"This used to be where I spent most of my time," I explained with a short laugh. "I know the Cantina inside out and I know that I can get us free booze."

"You mean get you some free booze?" he replied, gesturing to me.

I smiled. "You catch on quicky Din," I spoke gently. Quietly.

Sounds of jittering droids echoed through the bay as we stepped off the ship. They rushed towards the metal sides of it, hands expanding as tools appeared. Before I could say anything, Mando moved towards them, pushing the small machines away harshly.