Star Wars Imagines (character X reader)

I can't (Part 4) Mando

Steering the Glider through the atmosphere you flick down the landing gear as you land on Nal Hutta. Making sure your ship is hidden away, you weren't a stranger to how full of crime this planet. As you foot falls from the ramp you let out an audible groan as you feel yourself sink into the boggy floor about an inch. Starting your long trek to the bounty's camp let your mind wander to Din. You wander how he's doing on his hunt, whether he'd be angry if he knew you took a three person job on your own. Every fibre of your being is telling you to turn around and leave, let someone else take the bounty but a deep rooted want to prove yourself, that you could do the job, that you didn't need protecting. 

Din's POV:

The hunt was going well so far but it was clear it was going to take a while. As much as he hated being away from you this job was going to be a slow one, he would need to collect information and watch the target, get used to their schedule before he could do anything. Thronging himself out of thoughts about you he leans forwards to his coms, sending a message to your ship. 

"Y/n I'm sorry I couldn't bring you with me and I hope you understand why. It is going to take a while but I promise I will make this up to you. Please let me know of your status when you get this so I know you're ok and don't do anything stupid. We miss you, I miss you. Stay safe Y/n" He says catching himself off guard, since when did he sound this soft towards anyone. You'd broken down every wall he had and gotten to the try man within him and for that he was falling hard. 

Pressing send Din sits back unaware that you were in fact doing something very very stupid. Sensing his anxiety the kid snuggles up to Dins leg, trying his best to wrap his tiny arms around around Din's calf.

Y/n's POV:

Taking out your tracking device you trudge your way deeper into the bogs the oozying feeling of muds under your feet making you cringe as it slowly creeps into your boots from time to time. Over the three hours you walk for you feel as if you are carrying an entire bog just in your boots alone. 

Your surroundings send a cold chill down your spine, it was what you imagined the inside of a trash compactor was like but less metal waist and more swamp. The heavy smell of sulphur leaks out of the murky brown waters. Mud bubbles here and there making you feel rather nauseous, no mud should bubble in your opinion. Any trees that grew out of this festering land hunched to the side, their branches reaching out like bony fingers reaching for pray. There aren't many leaves on them and as for vegetarian it's mainly moss floating around in the water. Occasionally there are patches of dryer land littered with rough grasses that cut at your skin if you brush past them.

Reaching an encampment you climb up behind a tall bolder, getting a better view of what you were dealing with but you instantly realise why it was a three man job. Nearly 20 men saunter around the camp, your target no doubt on the other side of them all. Taking a deep breath you rest you back on the bolder and wait for night fall. 

As the moon starts to rise you start to make your move. This was the time when light would be at its lowest. Creeping silently down the bolder you quickly crouch behind a pile of crates letting a two man patrol stroll by. Slipping an explosive device, you didn't really care for their names, you activate it and toss it deep into the camp waiting for the chaos to ensue. The sound of the ground and crates being ripped up fills the air followed by angry men. Taking this as your opportunity you creep into the camp, tiptoeing through the tents before hearing the last thing you wanted to right now.

"HUNTER!" One man calls out and soon you have the whole group on your ass.

"Maker help me." You whisper to yourself grabbing your blaster from its holster.

Sprinting as fast as your feet can carry you, you blast anyone who gets in your way adrenaline pumping through your veins like wild fire. Blasters going off at you from almost every angle. With the tracker in your spare hand you keep yourself moving, the quicker you could get out of here the better. A set of small explosions go off a few meters away from you causing you to shield your face with your arms but you never stop moving. The tracker beeps louder as you move forward. Allowing yourself to glance back at where the explosions had gone off to find a man holding a very large plaster, energy seeming to pulsate out of it. Reaching your baster behind you you fire blindly at him not caring what you hit. Dodging yet another blaster shot you use your momentum to slide quickly through the mud to give yourself some temporary protection. Rolling back up to your feet you instantly pistol whip on man and shoot down another all without stopping. This felt really good. Getting closer and closer to your target you feel a blaster shot ping off of your shin guard making you turn and engage. The man runs at you but you're ready, he stands a good foot taller than you but you used this to your advantage. Jumping at him you swing, your leg linking behind his knee, the rest of your body spinning around him body causing him to crash towards the ground. As his back collided with the dirt you elbow his stomach hard further winding him harshly. Standing up slowly you go to make the killing shot when a body collided with yours sending your to the ground. Your helmet hits a rock dazing you a little. A cold pair of men's hands wrap around your throat and begins to squeeze. Of course this was happening everywhere was going way to well. Sending a swift open handed jab at the mans throat you make him let go allowing you to breath once again. Kicking him back you rush towards a tent the tracker still in hand. As you round the corner you stop dead in your tracks, nearly skidding over as the mud shifts under your feet. Before you 10 men with blasters stand with smirks on their faces, before them your target their leader. Before you can do anything a swift blow from some sort of hammer is delivered to your helmet, not denting it but causing you to fall heavily unconscious collapsing to the ground. Crap.