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

Chapter 3

"You know the locations to all the imperial hideouts in the Unknown Regions?" The Mandalorian asked with an edge.

You raised your chin with a sense of pride; you sacrificed a lot to obtain that information, "Yes." You replied, never breaking your eye contact with the helmet in front of you.

"I'm confused, why didn't you hand this information over to the Republic?"

"Because the war was over, the Empire was defeated, and the Emperor was dead," You paused to look down, you felt a sudden wave of insecurity fall over you, "and I was tired, tired of everything. I no longer wanted to be a piece in either side's game."

You let your hands drop from the wound on his arm and began cleaning up the medkit, refusing to look up even though you could still feel his gaze on you.

Without another word, you got up and headed back to the cockpit. Mando reentered a minute later and sat back down in the pilot seat before turning the chair towards you.

You could sense another question on the tip of his tongue and intervened before it could escape, "So what's the plan, Mandalorian?"

"The ship needs fuel and some repairs. We'll head to the outer rim."

"And load up on food?" You asked, hopefully. You didn't realize how hungry you were until that moment.

"And load up on food." He confirmed with a sigh

You've learned enough about the Mandalorian in your short time with him to know he vastly enjoys silence. You remained silent throughout the flight until his screen clued you into where you were headed, "Dantooine?" You questioned, "If you're taking me to the Republic, I will kill you right here, right now."

He didn't bother to look back at you, "Don't make me bind your hands again."

"Don't threaten me with a good time."

That made him turn his head back towards you. "Dantooine as enough Rebel presence to keep any Empire sympathizers away, but the Republic doesn't bother much with Dantooine. We'll be safe here for now, but shouldn't stay too long."

With that, he pulled out of light speed, Dantooine looming in front of you. He landed the ship in a small port, an older man and woman started to approach with a few droids following behind them, "You trust these people to fix up your ship?"

"They've done a good job before. Let's go." He headed out of the cockpit without giving you a glance. You quickly followed behind him, making sure to grab your staff.

The man and woman were at the bottom of the ramp waiting as the two of you walked down. It was clear they knew what to expect from the mysterious Mandalore, "No, droids?" The man asked.

"No droids," The Mandalorian confirmed, tossing the man a couple credits and walking past him, "We'll be at the cantina."

The woman was looking you up and down suspiciously like she was trying to remember you from somewhere. It made you feel uneasy, so you quickly nodded at the both of them and jogged up to the Mandalorian, so you were walking side by side, "You sure we are safe here?"

"Yes, but if you keep that anxious expression on your face, someone is going to think we are up to something."

It was a quick walk to the open-air cantina. The cantina wasn't packed but busy enough for you to enter without being noticed. You dropped yourself down at the nearest table and let your head fall onto the wooden surface, mentally and physically exhausted from the past week. You could feel the Mandalorian sit down beside you. The warm breeze washing over you felt unbelievably lovely compared to the cold of space travel. There were a few minutes of silence, and you felt yourself falling asleep before a cheerful, motherly voice brought you out of it, "Looks like you've had a rough go, hun."