"I wasn't always like this...."
Dyna Djarin is the last of the Mandalorians. Having abandoned the life that brought her father to his end when she was young, Dyna had taken off her Beskar armor and never put the helmet back on.
Until, the best pilot...
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"Who the fuck are you and why are you following me?"
Someone was tailing me.
That fact I was highly aware of, as I weaved through the crowded streets of the market.
The figure of a young man and a small droid had been very obviously following me for the past ten minutes. I couldn't tell whether they was First Order, Resistance, or just a bounty hunter.
Whichever it was, just made it plain to me that it was time for me to find a new remote planet to live on.
"I'm getting too old for this shit." I muttered, as I raised the hood of my cloak over my dark tresses and ducked my head. After blending in with the crowd for about a block, I quickly turned down an alleyway and hid behind some crates.
"Damnit, where'd she go?!" I heard the unfamiliar man complain aloud to the droid. "BB, can you do a scan for me?"
A series of sassy beeps came from the spherical droid and I had to bite my lip to refrain from laughing.
Quickly, I unsheathed my blasters and revealed myself to my not-so-discrete shadows. My laser-like aim pointed directly at the strangers.
"Who the fuck are you and why are you following me?" I demanded with an icy tone and a raised brow.
"Woah! Okay!" The man exclaimed with wide eyes, raising his hands in surrender. Surprised beeps emitted from his spherical companion, as it looked up at its master.
"How about we just all calm down and put the blasters away, yeah?" He asked, as he cautiously eyed my weapons.
"How about you answer the question, before I blast you both into scorch marks on the street, yeah?" I mocked with a roll of my lavender irises.
"Alright, my name is Poe Dameron and this is my droid, BB-8." The brunette man explained calmly. "We're with the Resistance."
"And why the fuck would a resistance pilot be following a retired bounty hunter?" I asked, despite already knowing the answer.
"General Organa sent me." Poe stated simply, relaxing as I holstered my blasters. "We need your help."
I rolled my eyes in irritation, before turning and walking away. "Laser-Brain, you're boss has been trying to recruit me every three months, for the past year and a half. I'm retired for a reason."
"I know." He admitted with a shrug, speed walking to try and keep up with my quick strides. "I've read your file, Dyna Djarin. Do you really think that you're father would've wanted you to stop fighting for the right thing?"
