A Complicated Profession | A Mandalorian Mini-Series | The Mandalorian x Reader

Chapter 1

"Corellian rum, please."

Your voice was just loud enough for the bartender to hear over the bustling cantina. The hood of your cloak shielding your face from the crowd. You planned your escape routes as the bartender poured your drink. The sight of only two doors, one of them being the main entrance, didn't exactly soothe your nerves.

You had already escaped the grasp of the Mandalorian bounty hunter twice and didn't feel like pushing your luck but gods, you were worn to the bone and needed a good drink, so you gambled with your freedom. Still, you had your trusted blaster on your side, and staff slung on your back, ready for whatever fight was headed your way.

As the rum in your glass lowered and your insides began to warm, you felt the risk was worth it. With your checkered past, weren't exactly sure why he was after you or who hired him, but you had been on the run for months, and it had been nearly two weeks since you last saw the masked bounty hunter.

You flagged down the bartender for a second glass. You didn't have much money left, but you forgot how much you appreciated some quality rum. Besides, you had been sitting at the bar for nearly an hour with no signs of trouble, and things were starting to look up. Maybe he finally gave up on collecting you. Perhaps he was offered a higher paying bounty.

You cursed yourself as soon as the thought crossed your mind. The cantina had become silent at the sound of the large door opening and cold air rushing through. You didn't even need to look up to know who was standing there. You could feel his eyes, straight through his helmet, staring at you from across the room.

"Of fucking course." You growled as you slid your hands down your face. Thanks to the rum, you were tipsy, caught off guard, and only had one way out.
As fast as your reflexes would allow, you reached for your blaster and shot first towards the Mando and bolted to the door you had spotted in the back corner.

You, ungracefully, made your way through the confused crowd, not bothering to look back to see if he was right behind you. A quick sigh of relief escaped you as you entered the darken storage room, but the relief didn't last long as you hastily looked for an escape route. There was no sign of light or another door. Bottles crashed around you as you stumbled around the room, feeling the walls for something, anything that would give you another route out. It had been a few seconds, and he should have made his way back here now, which means he had other plans which put you even more on edge.

At last, you felt a soft spot along the rough stone wall. Taking a deep breath in, you pulled your staff off your back, preparing for anything that might be on the other side and quickly pushed the button. It opened up to the back alley, and there he was, patiently waiting for you.

You swiftly swung your staff at his neck, knocking him off balance just enough to rush past him and into the busy streets. The villagers in the market yelled after you as you purposely, and sometimes not so deliberately, knocked their booths over to slow the Mandalorian down even for just a second. "Well, I'll never be welcomed here again." You thought as you zigzagged between people and alleyways. The sun was quickly setting, and you were hoping the approaching darkness would give you just enough extra coverage to escape.

The sounds of the city began to quite as you reached the outskirts. There was no sign of him insight, and you had no more air in your lungs. You collapsed against the side of a crumbling building, trying to control your breathing but not letting your guard down. Something about this felt too easy. He could have easily stopped you in the cantina or the market, but he hadn't. As though summoned again by the thoughts of him in your head, two large boots appeared in your eye line. Slow looking up, your eyes met his helmet, which was looking right back down at you, and you no longer had the energy or will to escape his capture.

"Third times the charm." Said the calm, collected voice behind the mask.

"Sorta makes you a shitty bounty hunter, huh?" You breathed.

He bent down to your eye level, removing your hood. His head slightly tilted, "Sometimes it just about waiting for a person to tire themselves out."

You sarcastically clapped with an overdramatic eye roll, "Well aren't you so smart," you replied, "Let's get this over with, how were you told to bring me in? Dead or alive?"

"Lucky for you, alive."

"Great, I'm overjoyed."

The Mandalorian's exasperated sigh let you know he wasn't thrilled with your snark. He pulled out his binders, and you lifted your hands without another word.

The trek to his ship was taking longer than you would have liked and was filled with tense silence. You had a million questions you wanted to ask, but the masked man didn't exactly seem like the talkative type.

"You couldn't have parked a little closer?" You asked, finally having enough of the deafening silence.

"No."

It was now completely dark out, the lights from the city far behind you, and the temperature was quickly dropping. As the two of you made your way through a gorge, the feeling in the air suddenly shifted. You could feel people watching you, and Mando had seemed to sense it too. He froze immediately with one hand instantly on his blaster.

"You could use an extra fighter." You whispered.

"I don't think so, stay down." He replied quickly, pushing you out of the way.

In a matter of seconds, a group of Rodians descend upon both of you from the cliffs above.

Blasters started going off in every direction as you hit the dirt and crawled to a boulder for cover.

You couldn't help but be impressed by the Mandalorian as he swung his rifle around, taking down each Rodian with a surprising amount of grace with all that clunky armor on. His reflexes were incredibly quick and had nearly taken care of the four attackers just as another appeared next to you with his blaster drawn and seemingly unaware you were on the ground. You swung your legs around, knocking the Rodian off his feet. Before he could grasp what just happened, you grabbed his head and bashed into the boulder with all the strength you could muster up.

Now you were up from the ground, and your adrenaline was flowing as another one came running up. Mando shot the blaster out of his hand just in the knick of time. You kneed the Rodian in the groin and a few times in the head as he was bent over before he fell over unconscious.

You cover your head as Mando's blaster starts going off multiple times, aimed just behind you. Silence soon takes over, and you look past your shoulder to see one last Rodian falling over. Breathing heavily, you give the Mandalorian a nod of gratitude, thankful he wasn't shooting at you.

You step away from the boulder, taking a good look at all of the carnage, more confused than ever.

"These were all bounty hunters," he said, looking upon dead and unconscious bodies surrounding you, "Who the hell did you piss off?"

"I was sorta hoping you would know the answer to that."

A/N: Back with a new mini-series because I'm obsessed with the Mandalorian! Right now I have it planned to be a 3 part mini-series but we shall see! Enjoy and let me know what you think!