tritanopia | The Mandalorian

four

Fae did not get bored easily.

For as long as she could remember, she had to rely on herself for entertainment; and she was rather good at it after so many years of practice.

Therefore, whenever Fae found herself bored — she was bored. Like, properly, mind numbingly, scratch-out-your-own-eyes-just-for-something-to-do, bored.

The stars preoccupied her for...a while. But after some time it all starts to look the same, especially when he decided to jump into hyperspace every so often; launching Fae forward into her chair every single time. Almost as if he was doing it on purpose in the hopes of cracking her cranium against the dashboard.

Although, that was far fetched due to the fact he was still dedicated to creating the illusion that she didn't exist. Fae, on the other hand, was only dedicated to ruining it.

"So," She spoke up after kriff knows how many hours, "what colour is your helmet?"

Admittedly, Mando had expected that the girl would start talking again at some point. But he had not anticipated such a strange question. That was the only reason he replied, "What kind of question is that?"

The only reason.

Obviously.

"Just...a question," She said, "So what colour is it?"

He furrowed his eyebrows under said helmet and turned his chair slightly to the right in order to face her.

"Are you blind?" He asked bluntly.

It wasn't that ridiculous of a question. You'd be surprised how aware and skilled some blind people in the universe were, to the point you couldn't even tell. Mando had learnt that the hard way...on more than one occasion. He would never admit it, though.

"I don't see how that matters," Fae replied.

Mando scoffed, "What does matter then?"

Fae's lips quirked upwards at the corners, "Why you can't just answer a simple question without resorting to anger...well, I find it interesting."

She was aggravating him, and she knew it full well. That was the goal, after all. Fae distinctly remembered something her old teacher used to tell her at school — "You're never going to have to worry about being kidnapped; because they'll get sick of you in a matter of hours and return you themselves."  Fae never could figure out what that woman's problem was, but it sure was something big.

Nevertheless, for once she was hoping that those spiteful words were true. Maybe if she annoyed the bounty hunter enough, he would release her; hopefully on flat ground and not just throw her out into deep space, but beggars can't be choosers. And if not, and he doesn't get rid of her, she at least gets to enjoy getting on all seven trillion nerves in his body. And oh, how she did enjoy it.

Or he'll kill her...another fine choice.

The visor on his helmet stayed pointed at the girl for several seconds, Fae assuming his mouth was opening and closing like a fish lost for words. Either that or giving her a death glare. She didn't back down though, she stayed where she was with her chin resting boredly in her hand, the tiniest smile on her lips, and her eyes starting right back at him.

In fact, he was on the verge of finally saying something back when suddenly an ear splitting alarm blared through the cockpit. How neither of them realised they were on the verge of crashing into a whole planet will forever remain a mystery.

The 'conversation' they had been previously having dropped out of the air once Mando hastily turned back to the dashboard that was flashing every warning light it possessed.

It was silent between the two the entire time he fixed it, and while he landed the big hunk of metal he called a ship. For the third time that day, Fae jolted forward in the copilot chair; but it had happened that often beforehand, she was prepared and caught herself easily with her metal bound hands.

The blistering sun in the sky penetrated the glass of the main window, immediately reflecting off the metal of the room and warming the air around them. Fae sat and admired the few of the vast expanse of sand and sun on the other side of the glass.

A desert — another place the girl has never seen. Although this time, she didn't have the same craving for it like she did will trees and mountains. But it was still a nice tick off of her mental list of things to see; experience.

The sand was a pale red. Not quite pink; contrasting splendidly with the bright blue of the sky — the one thing Fae always saw correctly. A beam of sunlight hit her directly in the face, warming up her skin and causing her ginger hair to glow amber as she basked in it.

But, all good things come to an end. And it ended with—

"Stay here," He ordered with a short point of his finger as he stood from the pilot chair to head for the door.

Fae rolled her eyes, "Two things; one, i'm literally chained to a ship," She emphasised her point by tugging on her imprisoned ankle, causing the chain to rattle against the floor, "and two, are we really sure that's the best idea? I mean, think about last time." She had a smug smile on her face by the end of her list.

He stood for a moment, as if considering her words, before taking steps toward her, pulling her hands towards him and tightening the cuffs on her wrist even more. The bounty hunter ignored her yelp of pain, and the threats that spilled from her mouth afterwards as he finally made it to the door and exited the ship, not looking back once.

Fae watched his back disappear behind the door, sighing in defeat when she heard the hanger door open and close.

All she could do was wait as the sun slowly boiled the air around her.

It was only then she realised how thirsty she was...