𝐒𝐄𝐂𝐔𝐑𝐈𝐓𝐘 - DIN DJARIN

Chapter 13: The Gang

chapter 13: the gang •••

You cross your arms as you lean against the wall of the Razor Crest, glancing over at the group of strangers who are mindlessly keeping themselves entertained as the ship takes off. Your gaze only tears away from them when you feel a hand on your shoulder, and you look to see Din standing there with a tilted head.

"I'm going to make sure everything's okay in the cockpit," he informs you, keeping his modulated voice low for the sake of privacy. "I'll be right back. All right?"

You nod, feeling him give your shoulder a soft squeeze before he heads to the ladder. He's gone in a quick moment, and the minute he disappears, the group begins to entertain themselves by turning to you.

"So, Astra, right?" Mayfeld says, raising an eyebrow as his gaze observes you once again.

"Yep." You refuse to give them anything else.

"Damn, loosen up, sweetheart," Mayfeld scoffs, raising his hands in surrender. "It's all right. We're not gonna hurt you."

"You couldn't even if you tried," you sneer. "And don't call me that."

"What, you don't like the pet names, darlin'?" Xi'an speaks up, balancing a knife on her finger as she smiles slyly to herself. "Bummer. Mando loves to use 'em."

You're already fuming, but you remember what Din had warned you about before. Stay calm. It's not worth it. "Well, neither one of you are Mando, so there's no reason for me to like it when you use them." You smirk to yourself once you've said the words. Well, I tried.

"Ah, so he is your boyfriend, huh?" Mayfeld's amusement is evident as he says the words.

You narrow your eyes. "My relation to him isn't any of your business."

The group chuckles, and Mayfeld shakes his head as he finally looks away from you. "I like you. You're a tough one to crack."

You resist the urge to roll your eyes, glancing towards the ladder as you pray to the Maker that Din comes to take you out of your misery. Thankfully, your prayer is answered, and you see Din descending from the cockpit to join you again. Before you have a chance to walk over to him, he turns and sees Burg looking through his weaponry, and he uses the control pad on his arm to close the doors on him. He throws his fists against them in frustration, turning around to face Din aggressively. You let your hand brush over your holster, preparing yourself to pull your blaster.

Burg smirks as he reaches to open the compartment within which the child is hidden. Panic fills you, and you almost lunge forward to stop him when Din grabs his wrist. You watch as Burg practically growls at Din, approaching him much too closely as they circle around each other.

"Hey, hey, hey," Mayfeld says, trying his best to play the peacekeeper. The two continue to stare each other down hostilely. "Okay, okay, okay, I get it. I'm a little particular about my personal space, too." He sighs, watching as they slowly start to back away from each other. "So, let's just do this job. We get in, we get out, and you don't have to see our faces anymore."

"Good," you mutter to yourself under your breath.

"What are you hiding in that compartment anyway, Mandalorian?" Burg questions lowly.

"Yeah, why so secretive, Mando?" Xi'an chimes in. You can't hide the roll of your eyes as you flash her a dirty look. "We need to trust each other."

Din says nothing, simply looking between the two without moving an inch. You smile to yourself, feeling proud of the way he's composing himself. He's doing much better than you are: you're close to exploding with anger yourself.