The Mandalorian and the Jedi: Book One of the Mandalorian Series

Chapter 3: The Sin

Dedicated to SapphirianJ82

    As the Razor Crest travels through hyperspace, Kyra Kryze-Kenobi climbs into the cargo hold and injects a vial of bacta into her abdomen before changing into the spare clothes she had packed. She pulls on her black pants and long-sleeve shirt before shrugging into her dark green leather jacket, a pair of black stripes on each sleeve. After sliding into her black boots, Kyra pulls on her gloves and heads back into the cockpit. The Child – having fallen asleep once more – snores softly in his pram, stirring when the blast door opens and closes before settling once more.

     Din Djarin looks over his shoulder as she sits in one of the passenger seats and says, "On Arvala...you told me your mother once ruled Mandalore. So...by default...that makes you the Mand'alor."

     Kyra's eyebrows slowly raise, and after a moment, she whispers, "You're a Child of the Watch."

     When Mando tilts his head inquisitively, she explains, "After the Mandalorian Civil War, a group of extremists known as the Death Watch left Mandalore, moving from planet to planet until they finally settled on the moon of Concordia. They tried to overthrow my mother's pacifistic rule but lacked the strength to do so until the Clone Wars, when they sided with Darth Maul and became known as the Shadow Collective. My father and I attempted to rescue my mother when she was captured, but our presence on Mandalore only led to her murder. During the Siege of Mandalore, Darth Maul was captured, as were those in the Death Watch.

     "The Children of the Watch are, from what I understand, descendants of the Death Watch. Luckily, you've proved to be nothing like your predecessors, because if you were, I'd already be dead," Kyra finishes, her blue eyes seeming to grow darker as her expression clouds.

     Din turns to face the viewport and gives Kyra a moment to collect herself, Kryze eventually breaking the silence as she asks, "Is it true that you can never remove your helmet?"

     Din nods, "I was a child when the Mandalorians found me and took me in. No one has seen my face since I swore the Creed, which forbids us from removing our helmets."

     "Seems like a lonely way to live," Kyra says quietly, a humorless laugh escaping her lips a moment later. "I'm not really one to talk, though. When the Jedi Order still existed, its members were forbidden from forming emotional attachments. Seeing as I was trained by my father, I'd say they failed miserably."

     An amused sound – one that cannot quite be classified as a laugh – escapes the Mandalorian's lips as the Razor Crest emerges from hyperspace.

     When the holoprojector trills, Din activates the device and a transmission from Greef Karga appears, "Mando. I've received your transmission. Wonderful news. Upon your return, deliver the quarry directly to the client. I have no idea if he wants to eat it or hang it on his wall, but he's very antsy. Safe passage! You know where to find me."

     As the recording ends, Din spots movement in his peripheral vision and turns to find the Child climbing onto the dashboard, Kyra laughing quietly when the small creature stuffs a silver ball into his mouth.

     Din sighs and grabs the small sphere, screwing it back into place as he mutters, "It's not a toy."

     The Child coos and stares longingly at the sphere as Mando awkwardly picks him up and places him in his pram.

     As the Razor Crest lands in the port outside Nevarro City, Kyra asks, "So...what are we going to do about the Imperials?"

     "I have a plan," Din admits. "But you're not gonna like it."