Darasuum // Din Djarin Mandalorian ♠️

Chapter Twenty-One - Break Out

Word Count: 2,393 words.

Warnings: None. 

I had been kidnapped many times in my life. It hadn't happened in a while, but things were going a little too well lately. The last time someone knocked me out and dragged me away was during the war with the Empire. In fact, it happened almost too many times. Han had told me it was due to how clumsy I was, but I had never thought of myself as that, rather the opposite. Han Solo was the clumsy one.

"How did you let yourself get caught?" she asked me with a sigh.

Grunting in pain, I opened my eyes. Hands tied behind my back, I tried to pull myself free of them, but the rope only burned. I was sitting in a chair; I knew that as well. It wasn't very comfortable.

She stood in front of me. The same woman I had seen on Nevarro. "Of course its you," I muttered, mouth dry. I had been here for some time. "Come to take me to Maul?"

"Oh no," she denied, shaking her head. "I didn't kidnap you."

Squinting against the hard light in the room, I turned to face her fully. "What do you want?"

"It's not what I want that's important. It's what he wants," she corrected me.

"I won't go back. Not to being that... monster."

She rolled her eyes. "There's only two types of people in this world and ever other world in this galaxy. The predators and the prey. We are the predators. The strong and the deserving. The power we wield is beyond any of their imaginations. Beyond that of your Mandalorian could dream."

"The Force isn't meant to be used for evil," I told her.

Moving to her hunkers in front of me, the woman with the red eyes smiled. "We're not the evil ones. We've never been evil," she paused, taking a deep breath. "What does a child do with their toy when it's broken?"

"What?" I asked, confused.

"They throw it away," she answered for me. "What use is a toy if its leg is broken, or its face isn't as perfect as the others? No normal child will bother to try and fix it or love it regardless of its scars. The Jedi are children and we're their broken toys."

I shook my head. "I'm not broken."

The woman sighed, tilting her head. "Oh Aria, you are more broken than most."

"There's a hefty price on your head," a different voice joined in.

I looked up to find a man in the doorway, turning back to the speaking woman to find that she was already gone.

"I don't know who set it, but I could live comfortably for the rest of my life with the reward I'll get for you," he continued.

A tall man, a little bigger than most but not large. His arms had strong muscles, ones that I knew I wouldn't be able to fight against if I faced him head on. I was going to have to find a different way to hurt him.

I searched for the Force, closing my eyes for a moment. It was gone. There was nothing there. The man that I assumed to be a Bounty Hunter answered my question without me having to ask it.

"I work exclusively on finding rebel sorcerers," he told me, gesturing to the ceiling. "You can't reach your prized Force in here."

Fear blossomed in my chest, but I hid the emotions on my face, staring the man dead in the eye. "What do you want?"

He smiled. "Nothing you can offer. Why is there such a price on your head?"

"Did you ask your supplier? Guild?" I retaliated.