𐋅𐌄𐌋𐌌 𐌵𐌍𐌃0𐌍𐌄//Mandalorian FF

Chapter 6: Back to the Dunes

In...

...and out.

In...

...and out

"You said you couldn't train him."

Bhen kept her pointer finger and thumb together at her criss-crossed knees as the gruff voice abruptly cut through the concentration of her meditation.

"I said I didn't finish my own training, therefore I have a little bit to teach him. If you'll let me of course." Without opening her eyes, Bhen waved the Mandalorian out of the main hull of the Razor Crest.

When his large footsteps retreated back up into the cock pit, Bhen opened her eyes to find Grogu sat in front of her holding great concentration.

Or maybe he was just sleeping.

Bhen wasn't exactly the best person to explain how to use the force. She needed a bit of brushing up of her own first.

She felt somewhat bad for lying about knowing where other jedi were so this was her own way to make up for it.

Slowly the ship came to a stop as it landed on the sands of Tatooine with a thud.

The Mandalorian came down the ladder from the cock pit and pressed a button on the wall opening the cargo bay door.

"This is the same place I parked before. Lets look around, maybe he stayed put."

"Lets hope so." Bhen muttered under her breath as she stepped off the metal landing and onto the sinking sand.

The Mandalorian turned on the motion sensing setting in his helm and panned around the area.

Bhen trudged up a sand dune like the one she'd hid behind while spying on the Mandalorian all those moons ago.

Nothing.

"Dammit B1-V3. I was hoping this would be easier."

Not too far off in the distance, the small town stood.

Bhen looked down to find Grogu at her foot. He raised an arm and pointed in the direction of the little village.

"Is he in town?" Bhen asked Grogu knowing he was not going to answer. He was still recovering from the sedative that had been injected into him when Moff Gideon and his men got a hold of them. The force had been weak with him ever since.

"Round two." She breathed before making the journey back to the sand village.

***

The wooden gate ricochet off the wall as the two entered the lively bar. The people stopped to stare for only a moment at the blue haired woman and a Mandalorian dressed head to toe is beskar before turning away.

"I'm not seeing a clunky blue droid anywhere." The Mandalorian raised his hand at her complaint to stop her from speaking any more negativity into the air.

"There." The Mandalorian pointed in the direction of a man wrapped in tan robes and cargo straps. A man of sandy adventures.

Bhen caught a glimpse of what the Mandalorian was seeing in him.

Or on him...

Bhen nodded before they started in the direction of the man. They both sat down in the two empty chairs at the table with little to no reaction from him.

"Beautiful weather we're having?" Bhen ended the silence quickly.

A smile tugged on the mans stubbly face where his scarf had been pulled down in order to drink.