Star Wars Imagines (character X reader)

I can't (part 5) Mando

Waking up on the cold wet ground you let out a soft groan. A ringing buzzes around your head as your helmet feels like its been used as a bell. 

"Ah good the Mando is finally awake. Thought my man had killed you for a little while there." Your bounty chuckles. "I'm surprised they sent one person on a three man bounty. or maybe you thought you could take me down on your own. I see the bounty file is only partially read." He sneers, eyeing you up. 

Groaning again you reach for your knife you keep in your boot to find it's gone. 

"Oh no we took your weapons off you. Avoiding you causing an even bigger problem sweetie."  He taunts. 

"Call me sweetie again and I'm going to kill you." You growl pushing your body off of the ground, still waiting for your legs to realise you're conscious. 

"Feisty. I like that." His chuckles are accompanied by more than you expected. Behind you stands all the men that were left of the group. All sneering cruelly at you with wicked thoughts in their heads.

"You know, sweetie, I've read alllll about your little Mandalorian culture. The whole 'this is the way' bullcrap. I've also read that you never take your helmets off in front of anyone. But seeming that you're our esteemed guest I'm sure we'd all like to see the face of our lovely mando, right boys?" He sneers gaining a small cheer. 

Nodding his head two of his men grab your arms. Letting out a small cry you thrash against the arms dragging you towards a beam, from under your helmet your eyes stream with tears wide with fright. As the men secure your hands behind you around the beam their steps forwards with a smirk on his face. 

"You do this and I will kill every last one of you." You growl from under your helmet. 

Failing to find you intimidating the leader looks you up and down before biting his lip. 

"I've never seen a lady Mando's face before. Let's hope you don't have it on for a reason. Shall we then?" He asks rhetorically as his hands snake up the side of your helmet. 

"Please don't." You plead at no more than a whisper but I was too late. 

He lifts the helmet off your head, letting it fall beside your feet with a harsh thud. Head down you use your hair to try an hide your shame but a harsh grip on your chin forced you to look up with tearful and rage filled eyes.

 "What a pretty face. We know some people who'd pay a fortune to spend a few minutes with a girl like you. Boys...come have a look at this.." 

With that the men crowd around you taking in your face as you thrash and kick, your anguish taking over, sobs wracking your whole body. You could never put your helmet back on. You could never be a true mandalorian again.

This torment went on for what felt like forever but it must have just been a week and a half. Men would often come over and grip your face, forcing you to look up at them for varying amounts of time. Others would just stare at you from a distance. You'd get comments like

"Smile sweetheart", "Don't you have a pretty face then", "Bet you look even better out of that armour" and so on. 

Flash back:

You and Din sit in the cockpit of the Glider both working away at a fried panel. It had bust during the last hunt during a chase through an asteroid field. One of the smaller asteroids had hit the ship and broken some wiring under the shell causing one of the cockpit panels to fry. Neither of you spoke much during it but Dins voice drew you from your focused gaze.

"Y/n what does your arm guard mean?" He asks with a soft tone, not wanting to push his luck. 

Looking down at the metal flames you take a deep breath your mind involuntarily casting you back to that day. Watching your body tense up Din puts a gloved hand on your shoulder guard. He would often take off most of his armour to be more comfortable but you on the other hand didn't ever want to take that risk. 

"I'm sorry I know not to ask-" He trails off leaving the cockpit in silence.

"When I was child, when I was found, my village was burning down. I can't remember if it was under attack or if it was just an accidental fire but I fell and my sleeve caught fire. My arm is permanently scarred. The Mandalorian's turned up and I was one of the few they took in. The armourer made me this Arm guard to help me remember where I came from"  You say softly, not resenting the fact he'd asked. 

"If it's not too much for me to ask, Din why don't you trust Droids? I see how tense you get around them." You ask with an almost motherly softness to your voice, even through the modulator it sounded soft.

Feeling himself tense up a little Din let's out a sigh. 

"Like you and the kid I was a foundling. I lost my entire village for a droid. It wiped everyone out. They're untrustworthy and have the ability to turn on anyone at any second." He vents and you could feel his anger. 

Placing down your tools you place a gloved hand on his shoulder not saying anything. You could have said 'This is the way' but this felt more significant. The silence wasn't an awkward one, it was pleasant, it said everything that you wanted to say. The two of you had been through such hardship at young ages but neither of you gave up. Reaching up to your arm guard Din runs his gloved fingers over the dancing grooves admiring them. 

"This does explain why you're so fiery at times." He jokes making you roll your eyes with a laugh. 

"And you've ruined the moment. Kid will you stop moving the screwdriver."  You say quickly as you watch your screwdriver start to float away. Laughing, the two of you return to fixing the panel.

Y/n's POV:

Glancing down at your arm you sigh, missing those days. The ones where you weren't hunting and could just spend time with the boys, your boys. You're stomach rumbles for the fifth time in nearly two minutes. Occasionally someone would come and shove food and water down your throat but its never much. You were unbowed to be allowed to go to the loo but you were always heavily watched. A weakness washes over your body with each passing day, a dying will to live without purpose. One night you sit on the ground, slumped back against the beam your hands and arms aching. From time to time someone would come and remove another piece of your armour, piling it next to you with your helmet. Eventually you're left in your clothes staring at what once gave you identity. 

After a while usual metal restraints are changed for course rope that chafes away at the skin on your wrists. It was probably so they could cause you more discomfort now that your armour was all off. But at least they were more breathable. 

Slowly the days reach 14  and you find your anger begin to return to your body. A sense of defeated determination to be free from this monotonous daily hell. You couldn't just sit and wallow in self pity, you couldn't let yourself be that weak. Waiting until someone came over you rub away at the ropes with the corner of your fire pattern arm guard. It takes a while but eventually you feel the pressure release on your wrists. Creeping to your feet you crouch down out of sight pouncing on the first person to come and check on you, snapping their neck before they can make a sound. Scooping up your armour you take a look at the bog and rush into it, towards your freedom. You didn't care if they noticed you were gone. All you wanted was to get off of this planet and work out what to do next. With weak legs you trudge the long walk back to the Shadow Glider, your heart filling glee as you find it untouched. Rushing on board you let your armour drop to the floor and let out a squeal. Reuniting with your ship you climb up to the cockpit and smirk. Firing up the engine you instantly take off with more speed than ever. Swinging the ship around you jet towards the bastards camp the guns warming up. It doesn't take long for your target to come into view and you start blasting, flattening the camp in seconds. Making a second fly by you spot no movement and land quickly. You weren't leaving without that bounty. Strolling your way through the carcasses you hear the spluttering  of the man you were looking for. A dark sneer creeps across your face. 

"I warned you what would happen...you didn't listen." You drone before sending a blaster shot through his heart. Taking his head off you toss it into your cargo hold with little respect and direct the ship towards Nevarro.