Mutual Loyalty - Din Djarin x Male oc

-Chapter 05-

'Life is tough my darling, but so are you.'
– Stephanie Bennett Henry

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"Little shit." The man growled as he threw the small pendant back at the child, who only appeared to be about eleven at a push. The boy stared up at the man in front of him, trembling while he desperately fought back the tears that threatened to break through.

Seeing this, the aggressive figure in front of him only pressed on harder. "Is this what I asked for, hm?" The man demanded, his voice raising as his anger rapidly increases the more he glares down at the young boy. "Is this what I kriffing asked for!"

Shaking, the boy made an attempt to respond, albeit a weak one. "N-no, it isn't. I'm so-" He's cut off as a streak of heat rushes into his cheek, a numbing throb growing in pain by the second. He slowly looks up at the man in front of him, his bottom lip trembling.

"Did I ask for an apology?" The figure asks rhetorically. "No! I didn't!" He continues. "I swear to the maker, if I see your face or the face of that little shit eater again, I wont think twice about selling yous to some womprat, you hear me?!"

All the small boy does is nod, not trusting himself to speak in case he completely breaks down. That'll only cause more problems that aren't worth the risk.

"Leave, Cane, while i'm still feeling merciful."

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Nik awakes with a start, gasping for air as soon as he comes to his senses. He combs his fingers through his long hair as he gathers himself. This has become somewhat of a common occurrence recently, waking up in a panic with no recollection of whatever dream might have startled him.

The mercenary takes in his surroundings, reminding himself where he is. He's sitting on the back of a trailer, slowly travelling across the rocky terrain of Arvala-7. When he turns towards the front of the trailer he sees the familiar figure of the Mandalorian sitting with his amban rifle sitting across his lap incase of an emergency. A little further ahead he can see Kuiil riding on top of a blurrg thats towing the trailer with the pair on it.

The mercenary swallows a lump in his throat and nods to himself. "I'm fine." He thinks to himself. "I'm fine. I'm fine. I'm fine."

"Clearly not." Comes a modulated voice, making Nik spin around too fast and hurting his neck in the process. Shit, did I say that out loud?

"So what? Are you going to act like you care?" He challenges, raising his voice in a defensive manner.

"If I do then do I get bonus points?" The bounty hunter retorts, his tone still sounding dead serious.

"Yeah, fuck you too." Nik grumbles, earning a short strange sound from the bounty hunter. Was that... a laugh?

Before the mercenary was able to question about the almost unnatural sound that the stoic mandalorian just made, he hears Kuiil say something in a language that he doesn't understand. He tilts his head towards the ugnaught and that's when he sees it, the sandcrawler. Even the sight of it makes his heart drop, knowing the evil little creatures that lurk within it.

"Greetings." The ugnaught calls out to the Jawa's, waving a hand towards them as a sign of peace. The Jawa's collectively start shouting, a couple retreating while more pick up weapons and aim them at the arriving group.

"They really don't like yous for some reason." Kuiil states, earning a scoff from the mercenary.

"Well, I did disintegrate a few of them." The bounty hunter affirmed, and the mercenary behind him snorts at the thought. Its the least the little bastards deserve. The bounty hunter briefly turns back to glare at the mercenary, or what feels like a glare anyway. Nik just shrugs with a stupid grin on his face.