Darasuum // Din Djarin Mandalorian ♠️

Chapter Thirty-Seven - Understanding

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Warnings: Short chapter - bit of a filler. 

The streets were dark – too dark. I wasn't entirely sure what planet we had found ourselves on, but I could hear the creatures in the distance and feel their eyes in the shadows. It wasn't a pleasant feeling. 

"I don't like this place," Miggs commented.

"I thought you were supposed to find someone else to annoy once we landed," I commented, sparing him a glance. He stood on my right, Mando on my left.

"On this little piece of paradise?" he posed, tone dripping with sarcasm. "I think I'll find a piece of junk instead. I much prefer the planets that could eat you alive if it had teeth."

"All planets have teeth," Din told him and we both turned to look at the armoured man. "It's the mouth you have to worry about, teeth can be avoided."

He hurried ahead, the kid following him in his transport. Miggs stopped for a moment to place his hand on my arm.

"It was your choice to marry him, right?" Mayfield posed. "You weren't forced into it or anything, were you?"

I hit him on the arm playfully. "When have you ever known me to do things I don't want to?"

He didn't hesitate. "Your entire childhood and adolescence."

"Big word Mayfield," I commented, rolling my eyes. "I admit he's rather dark-minded at times, but he's a teddy bear."

Without turning his head, Miggs pointed the way that Din had walked. "He's stringing up a man by his ankles. I wouldn't call that teddy bear behaviour."

I paused, spotting him interrogating an unsuspecting alien. "It's his new MO."

"We're trying to find another Mandalorian, not become wanted in every system," he tried.

Looking at my friend again, I sighed. "You are looking for your next con to run. Mando and I are looking for Mandalorian and... Luke." I hesitated at the thought of seeing him again. A lot had changed in the two years since my death when I saw him back on Sorgan, but even more had happened since then. 

"There's an underground fighting ring," Din told us, approaching. The man was still hanging, shouting after him for help. "It starts in an hour."

"And until then?" Mayfield questioned.

My husband stopped to look at him. "I thought you were leaving."

"Not yet tin man." His tone was confrontational, as it always was.

Rolling my eyes, I made for the ship. "Do whatever you want boys, I'm going to fix the ship. Let me know when you've sorted out your differences."

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Fiddling with the main control board of the door, I scrunched my nose. There was no reason for the electrics to be failing and yet they were malfunctioning – opening and closing without anyone near them.

"Maybe it's something in their programming," I pondered aloud.

"Did I do something wrong?" Din asked suddenly.

I jolted, hand reaching for the saber at my waist and straightening. I had barely touched the metal grip when I noticed who it was. My reaction time needed work. 

Confused, I shook my head. "What?"

"Did I do –"

I interrupted. "No, I-I heard the question. I just... I don't understand it."