Unmasked Love | The Mandalorian

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"I don't like this," Mando mutters, taking a subtle step closer to me. I let out a quiet scoff, clenching my jaw out of pure annoyance.

"Oh, so now you don't like the feeling of the job, huh?" I mutter back to him with a strong sense of bitterness lacing my tone. I turn to the side and glare up at him, but he doesn't even care to look at me as he continues to walk along. Instead, he sets his hand on the crown of my head and forces me to face forward. I roll my eyes at him and nudge his hand off of my head, continuing to walk alongside him.

"You know, you were always paranoid, Mando," Xi'an teases, smiling wickedly at him.

"Is that true, Mando? Were you always paranoid?" Mayfeld mocks, not necessarily sounding too interested in the actual answer to the question. I feel like he's just trying to be fucking annoying at this point. And you know what? For the short amount of time I've known him, I know for a fucking fact that's exactly what he's trying to do.

"I feel like being paranoid isn't always the worse trait to have," I mutter, my patience starting to wear thin again.

"Yeah, well-" Mayfeld starts, but a prisoner slams their hands against the cell door right next to him, rattling the bars and the thick door enough to scare the shit out of him. I let out a laugh and his crew quickly joined in as he shamefully dipped his head, continuing to walk along the hallway in embarrassment. Mando looks down at me with a tense movement and I quickly shut up, knowing that I shouldn't be laughing along with the rest of the crew, even if Mayfeld did deserve it.

"Alright, we're almost to the control room. We just have to make a left up there and then we should be good to go," I say, glancing up ahead a few times to make sure that we were going the right way. My memory might be a little off, but I had a feeling that we were going the right way.

"And how would you know all that?" Burg asks, narrowing his eyes at me while roughly hooking my shoulders with one of his hands. He squeezes a bit, but I ignore the uncomfortable pain that started to seep through my muscles. I'm just glad that he had decided to grab the shoulder that hasn't been shot at multiple times. I swallow nervously and shrug my free shoulder, pushing his large hand away.

"Pure intuition," I lie, not daring to give him the real answer.

The truth is, I pretty much have almost every Imperial and New Republic ship layout engraved in the back of my head. It was part of my training that Gideon thought would be necessary for his little Imperial super-soldier. I had practically spent hours looming over different ship plans, trying to memorize every floor and every turn possible. Even though it's useful information, I still think that it was a fucking waste of my time.

A droid suddenly zips around the corner, making everyone jump except Burg and me, of course. After all those years of being stuck on different Imperial ships and bases, I kind of just got used to having people and droids race around the corners to go do whatever it was they were in such an adamant rush to do.

Everyone sighs out a breath of relief when they see that it's just a droid. Burg snickers while gently nudging my arm with his elbow. I look up at him and he grins some more, showing off his fading teeth.

"Looks like you're not afraid of the little mousy either, huh?" he says, nodding his head a few times as if that were really something I should be proud of. I scoff and let out a small fake laugh while flashing my brows up a bit. He draws his blaster from his holster, but I grab his arm and push it back down to his side. I shake my head at him and he just furrows his brows back at me,

"You're going to set off an alarm if you shoot at it," I explain, hoping that he'd just listen and not be the brute that he was proving himself to be. There has to be some sort of brain up there, right? Burg pulls his arm out of my grip and starts chasing after the droid regardless of my short warning. I guess I was wrong about him having a brain.

I try to reach out to stop him from going any further, but he lets his blaster loose, landing a blast on the droid that was up ahead. Of course, with our fabulous luck, the shot didn't even fry through all of the droid's wires. The droid immediately turns towards us and freezes in place. After a few seconds of just staring at us, it spins in a few quick circles before blasting out a ling of warnings for the rest of the ship to hear.

"Intruder alert! Open fire!"

"You've got to be fucking kidding me," I mutter under my breath as I defeatedly slump my shoulders in pure disappointment. This could've been avoided if he had just listened to me.

A few more security droids appear and I let out a small yelp as one of the blasts almost hit me. I roll out of the way, hiding behind a panel that was jutting out of the wall. I press myself against the panel, thankful for having some sort of cover for the time being. I take a deep breath before slowly looking up to see a guy staring out of the small barred window of his jail cell. I awkwardly purse my lips as we stare into each other's eyes, not daring to exchange any words just yet.