"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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"Wow, never thought I'd wear this shit again."
"Wow." Poe said bluntly with wide eyes, having just heard the Djarin family origin story.
"Yeah, it's a lot to process." I chuckle, a smile growing on my face as BB-8 starts firing questions at me. "Please, one question at a time, BB. My brain can only process so much at once."
"How is this ship still functioning and how had he not been arrested for so long?"
"Good questions, both of which have the same answer." I replied with a laugh. "I have absolutely no idea."
"My godmother always says it's because of sheer luck. My brother says it's because the force had other plans for our father."
"What do you think it was?" Poe asked curiously. "Luck, the force, or something else?"
"To be determined." I honestly told him with a shrug. "There are some stories that I hear of him and think 'wow that's pure skill' and other stories that make me wonder 'what the kriff was he thinking'."
"Yeah, I have a few stories like that of my own." The pilot told me, earning a burst of amused beeps from his astromech.
"All of your stories are the latter, the general will verify that."
"Thanks, buddy. It's good to know that you're on my side." He shot back with an unamused eye roll. Which only succeeded in making me grin teasingly at the man.
"Cut it out with that look, Djarin. I don't need you encouraging his attitude." Poe told me, after seeing my amused expression.
"Well, I'd rather not feed your planet sized ego, Hotshot." I laughed, my grin widening. "Besides, if Leia can attest to your dumbassery, than I believe it."
"Thanks, Dyna. Really, your faith in me is astounding." He deadpanned with a look of mock betrayal.
"Anytime, Dameron. It's my genuine pleasure."
"The general says that he's one of the reasons why she has so many grey hairs."
I let out a hearty laugh at BB-8's sassy comment, having far more fun with this conversation than I'd expected.
However, the fun seemed to be sucked out of the air around the Crest. The sight of Marcose and Kaytra standing at the entrance of the hanger, taking me off guard.
"Dyna, you gonna introduce us to your friends?" Marcose asked gruffly, the disappointed glare he sent, causing me to cringe.
"Guys, this is Poe Dameron and his astromech, BB-8." I introduced warily at the unhappy expressions on my friends' faces. "Poe and BB, these are my friends Marcose Denja and Kaytra Haine."
"Nice to meet you guys." Poe awkwardly greeted the newcomers with a wave.
"You too." Kaytra replied politely, before turning an unamused glare in my direction.
"We know who you are, Dameron. I ran your chain code fifteen minutes ago." The platinum haired man chuckled darkly. "Big ass rap sheet for a rebel pilot."
"Don't even go there, Marcose. My family and I have done far worse, long before I was old enough to walk." I scolded, with a glare.
"This conversation seems like it's about more than just my criminal history. So, we're going to head back to my ship and tuck in for the night." Poe commented briefly, before turning to me.
"My ship is in hanger 234 and we're leaving a little after first light, you can tell me your decision then."
"Thank you, Poe, I'll see you then." I told the pilot, an apologetic smile painted on my lips.
After he and BB-8 left, I turned towards my friends with an unimpressed frown. "What the fuck was that, you guys?"
"I'd like to know that too, Dyna." Kaytra said, crossing her arms.
"Leia sent him to ask for my help with finding a very important person." I told them, not revealing too much. "Someone who could help end the war against the First Order for good."
"Since when are you bounty hunting again, Dyna?" Marcose asked sharply. "You said that you'd never go back to that life, not after what happened."
"I'm not bounty hunting! Leia helped my family through a lot after my mother passed and I feel like I owe her this." I tried to get them to understand.
"You don't owe anyone shit! Not anymore, Dyna!" Kaytra argued, our voices continually rising in volume.
"Even so, sooner or later, the First Order is going to show up at our front door and I'd rather force them back enough that it's later or not at all!"
The more I tried to reason with them, the stronger my migraine grew. "If this is the best way to protect my family, than you can be damn sure that I'm going to do it!"
"That isn't your fight!"
"Yes, it is!" I interrupted the white haired man. "We live in the fucking galaxy that the First Order is trying to take over!"
"When they learn about what my brother is capable of, Kylo Ren is going to come after Grogu and kill everyone in his way! That means you guys, Aunt Cara, probably this entire fucking village!" I exclaimed, done with this entire situation. "I refuse to have those innocent people's blood in my hands!"
"I'm leaving tomorrow morning with Poe and BB-8. I'm going to help the Resistance, whether you like it or not." I told them both sternly. "And If you don't like it, then too damn bad!"
Without another word, I stood from my seated position and made my way inside the Razor Crest, grabbing my go-bag and grabbing a couple weapons.
As I was about to walk out of the Crest, a familiar glint of beskar caught my eye. In the corner of the ship, my old beskar armor was propped up against the wall.
"You know, you'll probably need some form of protection for your vital organs." Cara commented from behind me.
"Aunt Cara, you know that I can't. I–."
"'Removed the helmet, so you can never put it on again'. Yeah, I've heard that bullshit before." She chuckled, waving me off. "You do know that you're father stopped listening to that rule, long before you were even born. No one cares about the helmet etiquette anymore."
"Besides, I'd prefer blaster fire to ricochet off of me when I get shot at." I agreed jokingly with a playful shrug.
"Exactly." My godmother replied, before picking up the helmet and tossing it to me.
I stared at it thoughtfully for a moment, remembering the last time I'd put it on. "Wow, never thought I'd wear this shit again."
"I had an inkling that you would one day."
"Really?" I asked curiously.
"Mhm, you have the same thirst for action that you're father did, your mother too." Cara told me, before leaving myself and my thoughts alone in the Crest.
