Bounty (The Mandalorian x Reader)

Chapter 3

I've decided to call the child Aiko in this story. I means "beloved child" in Japanese. Technically it is a girl's name but it was a cute and fitting name.

The next day we made our way back to Mando's ship. When we reached it, it was being taken apart by a bunch of Jawas. We crouched down so they wouldn't see us and pulled out our weapons. We took aim and fired at a few of them.

Mando's weapon vaporized three of them while my blaster took out two more before they boarder their wheeled fortress and left. We chased after it and Mando stopped to shoot it. Apparently he's somewhat unfamiliar with Jawas because that was absolutely not going to work.

He jumped onto the side and began climbing up. I stayed on the ground to make sure nothing happened to the child but ran alongside it to keep up. The Jawas got very close to a rock to try to get him off but he jumped onto a ledge out of harms way.

Then the Jawas began throwing things out of their fortress. I used just enough of my powers to keep the bigger objects from hitting him as he made his way up the side. It was a small enough amount for him to not notice.

One Jawa stuck something out of a hole in the side and zapped him trying to get him to loose his grip. Mando swung and kicked the weapon out of the Jawa's hands and continued climbing. He pulled another out of one of the holes and sent it tumbling down to the ground. When he was almost to the top the Jawas tried knocking one of their turrets off in order to get him to fall. He grabbed onto the ledge in time and threw one Jawa off the side before pulling himself up.

The Jawas must have tased him or something because he immediately fell backwards off of the fortress, clearly unconscious. I caught him and set him on the ground. The Jawas were long gone by the time I managed to wake him up.

We went back to his ship to see what was left. The Jawas had taken pretty much everything by the time we'd gotten there this morning. Mando walked away without a word, unsure of what else to do, I followed him. Eventually we reached someone's house in the middle of nowhere.

"I thought you were dead," the owner said from above us.

The owner turned out to be an Ugnaught.

"This is what was causing all the fuss?" he asked gesturing to the child.

I watched it chasing a frog, "I think it's a child."

"It's better to deliver it alive then."

"My ship has been destroyed. We're trapped here," Mando told him.

"Stripped. Not destroyed. Jawas steal they don't destroy," the Ugnaught said handing him a tool.

"Stolen or destroyed, makes no difference to me. They're protected by their crawling fortress. There's no way to recover the parts."

"You can trade."

I scoffed, " With Jawas? Unlikely. I tried that once, they don't like parting with stuff they've taken."

"I will take you to them. I have spoken."

Our attention was drawn back to the child who now had the frog in his mouth. "Hey, spit that out," Mando ordered.

"Don't yell at him," I scolded as the child swallowed the frog whole, "he's only a baby. He's hungry."

We followed the Ugnaught to where the Jawas lived. It was dark and it rained heavily on the way.

The Ugnaught waved to the Jawas as soon as we were in sight and greeted them in Jawanese. Then he turned to us, "They really don't like the two of you for some reason."

"Well we did kill a few of them," I pointed out.

The Jawas stared at us with their beady red eyes. "You need to to drop your weapons."

"I'm a Mandalorian, weapons are part of my religion," Mando told him.

"And I don't trust Jawas," I added.

"Then you are not getting your parts back."

I hesitated but complied, putting my blaster down. Mando sighed and followed suit. We walked over to the Jawas and sat down. I understood enough Jawanese to bargain with them so I caught a few words but others were unfamiliar to me.

"They will trade all the parts for the Beskar," the Ugnaught translated.

"I'm not going to trade anything. These are my parts. They stole them from me," Mando told them. Then he spoke in very poor Jawanese, "They... belong... to me!"

They laughed and mocked him before he got mad and fire spewed from the flamethrower on his wrist, "You understand this?!"

The Ugnaught and I tried to calm him down while the Jawas cowered. "He is Mandalorian. He cannot give you his Beskar armor. What else can they trade?"

One of them said something in Jawanese and pointed at something behind us. We turned to see that two Jawas had approached the child. "Get away from it!" Mando shouted.

"They must have something they can trade," the Ugnaught told them in Jawanese.

One Jawa reached for my pocket. I knew immediately that they knew what I had. In a flash I had slapped the Jawa's hand away and I snapped at them in very clear Jawanese, "Not for sale!"

Out of the corner of my eye I noticed Mando look over at me in surprise, "You speak Jawanese?"

"I know enough," I said not taking my eyes off the Jawa that had tried reaching for my pocket.

"There must be something else they can trade," the Ugnaught insisted.

They discussed it among themselves, "We will require the egg. Bring us the egg."

"The egg? What egg?" Mando asked.