Summary:

You and the Mandalorian were tasked by an old colleague of his to break out a notorious prisoner, whom the armoured man ironically acquainted himself with as well. In order to break out the prisoner, the two of you needed to form a temporary team with a rag tag group of mercenaries, and they weren't exactly known for their good manners. 

Word Count: 3030

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The Razor Crest landed on a rather crowded platform and hangar. Sparks flew out from the wielding works of the many engineers and mechanics in the busy place, giving you and the Mandalorian (most likely the Mandalorian) strange looks as you passed by them. You assumed that it was either they haven't seen his kind for awhile or never at all. It wasn't exactly an easy task to be ignored, with his shiny beskar armour and all. You being a Jedi on the other hand, were a prize that many people were after, and therefore decided to conceal your lightsaber out of sight for now. 

"Mando," the voice of a matured man bellowed from beside. "Is that you under that bucket?" 

"Ran," the Mandalorian replied, stretching his hand out for a handshake.

You assumed that these two have been acquainted with each other from way back, with the way that they talked so casually to one another gave it away. The stubby-looking man was gruff in appearance, seeming like he had years of bounty hunting as evident by his dark grey hair, and a rather long beard to top it off. All that bounty paid off if your name were to be legendary, which you assumed this Ran guy was. He looked retired from actual field work and hired other mercenaries to do the dirty work. 

"I didn't really know if I'd ever see you in these parts again. Good to see you," the bearded man placed a hand onto his friend's shoulder, patting the hard beskar armour. "You know, to be honest, I was a little surprised when you reached out to me. You know, cause I... I hear things. Like, maybe things between you and the guild aren't workin' out."

"I'll be fine," the Mandalorian reassured in a defensive manner. 

Ran slightly raised his hands in a form of surrender, "Okay. Well, you know the policy. No questions. And you, you're welcome back here any time." He paused, averting his gaze towards you who hasn't said a word, "Mando, I didn't know you had a new girl with you!" 

"Not exactly my girl-"

"Don't worry about it. I'm sure your girl from back then won't have any hard feelings for you anymore," Ran snickered, patting the Mandalorian's back. 

You felt yourself heat up as a flush of pink shaded your cheeks. The way you felt about the Mandalorian grew stronger every day you spent with him, breaking the protocol of the Jedi order not to form any attachments. But now that the mechanic from Tatooine and this Ran guy had given you labels such as husband and his new girl, you felt like there was no going back anymore with your overflowing emotions. 

"So, what's the job?"

"Yeah, one of our associates ran afoul of some competitors and got himself caught. So I'm puttin' together a crew to spring him. It's a five person job and I got four. All I need is the ride and you brought it." He glanced at you once again, eyeing you from head to toe, "Your girl here, is she any good at fightin'?" 

"She can handle herself perfectly fine when she feels like it. Also, the ship wasn't part of the deal."

Ran glanced right at you, snickering from the Mandalorian's statement, "She's not much of a talker now, is she?" 

The feeling of uneasiness seemed to overwhelm you. You sensed that there was something off about the bearded man, but you couldn't really pinpoint what it was exactly. Your gesture of silence continued, only merely observing the armoured man's past acquaintance. The one thing you were sure about is that you yourself did not trust this man.

"Well, the Crest is the only reason I let you back in here." 

The Mandalorian diverted his gaze towards the chubby bearded man, it's as if you can see the look of bewilderment he had under his helmet. 

"What's the look?" Ran taunted him, "Is that gratitude? Cause I think it is."

The three of you walked along the giant hangar where many ships were being repaired. The noise of wielding continued as the seemingly endless amounts of mechanics did their work. 

"Hey, Mayfeld." Ran called out.

"Yeah?" A bald male turned to face you three, wearing a backpack and reloading a mag into his blaster. 

"This is Mando, the guy I was tellin' you about. We used to do jobs way back when." 

"This is the guy?" Mayfeld scoffed.

"Yeah we were all young, tryin' to make a name for ourselves." Ran reassured. "But runnin' into a Mandalorian, that brought us some reputation."

Mayfeld then turned face you, "Who's the girl?"

You chose to stay silent, sensing that this individual was also to not be trusted. This entire crew that you were to temporarily be a part of might as well not be trusted. 

"Anyways, Mayfeld here is gonna run point to the job. If he says anything, it's like it's coming from me," Ran broke the awkward silence that ensued. "You good with that?"

"You tell me," the Mandalorian retorted back sarcastically, earning a cold glare from the bald male. 

"You haven't changed one bit."

"Well, things have changed around here," Mayfeld stated, turning around to face away from the armoured man.

"Yeah, Mayfeld is one of the best triggermen I've ever seen. Former imperial sharpshooter." 

"That doesn't say much," the Mandalorian retorted back, almost in a laughing matter.

"I wasn't a stormtrooper wiseass!" The sharpshooter yelled back angrily. "Razor Crest? I can't believe that thing can fly. Looks like a Canto Bite slot machine."

Imperial, definitely can't trust him for sure. You thought to yourself. 

The bald male then led the both of you around the hangar, introducing you to rest of the crew. A large red-skinned creature with horns bigger than his entire head appeared before you, carrying a large crate. Just goes to show how much strength Deveronians possess. 

"The good-lookin' fellow over there with the horns, that's Burg," Mayfeld pointed at the large creature, snarling and dropping the crate he was holding as he walked past you and the Mandalorian. "This may surprise the two of you, but he's out muscle."

The horned-creature approached the Mandalorian's direction, standing only a mere inch away from his helmet, grunting as he slowly walked observing the armoured man, "So, this is a Mandalorian? I thought they'd be bigger." 

"The droid over there is Zero," a droid with the body of a service droid and a face of an insect walked closer to the two of you, eyeing the two of you from head to toe.

"I thought you said you had four?" The Mandalorian asked in a confused manner.

"He does."

You tensed up from hearing a woman's voice, whipping your head to see a purple Twi'lek while flipping her knife. 

"Hello, Mando," she greeted, a smirk forming on her dark purple lips. 

"Xian," he greeted back. 

"Tell me now why I shouldn't cut you down where you stand?" The purple Twi'lek then swiftly poised herself in a killing posture towards the Mandalorian, just slightly pointing her blade away from him. 

"Nice to see you too."

A high-pitched cackling sound emitted from the Twi'lek, revealing her sharp fangs that were hidden. She eyes him quickly, tapping her blade onto his armour around his chest area, "I missed you. This is shiny, you wear it well!" 

"Do we need to leave the room or something?" The bald male asked, obviously feeling uncomfortable. 

"Well, Xian's been a little heartbroken since Mando left our group," Ran pointed out. 

You felt a twinge of... Jealousy. It was an emotion that was so foreign to you, having been taught to always hold back your emotions whenever one overpowered the other. You attempted to do everything to contain that emotion, but it kept resurfacing much stronger each time. It was indeed odd, you only felt that way when Xian came in the picture. The mixture of anger appeared when she physically came closer to the Mandalorian,. But you sensed that there was much more to how the two knew each other. They might have been in a relationship in the past, where it unfortunately, did not turn out into a happy ending. 

The purple Twi'lek then focused her attention to you and away from the armoured man. She twirled her blade around her lanky fingers, her tongue slithering onto her lower lip as she circled around you slowly. 

"I didn't know you had a servant girl, Mando!" She stifled a high pitched laugh, pointing her blade towards you in attempts to frighten you, "Boo! Maybe I'll kill you later when I get bored in the ship."

Servant girl?! You angrily thought to yourself. You're a Jedi padawan, not someone's servant! This Twi'lek was already getting on your nerves, and you were extremely tempted to slice her two large tails off of her head with your lightsaber. But maybe you being a servant girl could serve as an advantage and give you a disguise during this time of of not trusting any of these individuals. 

"Your servant girl doesn't seem to talk much, hmm?" She hissed at you, flaring her fangs out. 

"She only talks when I tell her to," the Mandalorian claimed. 

With his response, the disguise was definitely working. But you were definitely going to talk to the armoured man about it some other time, he seemed to enjoy saying that. 

The purple Twi then hooked her arm around his, trying at every attempt to flirt with the Mandalorian despite everyone being in the same space. 

"All right, lovebirds. Break it up until you get on the ship. Right now, we don't have much time." Ran broke in. 

While walking towards the Razor Crest, Xian winked flirtatiously at the Mandalorian. You looked at him, he seemed to have a flabbergasted expression under that helmet. 

The Devaronian walked towards the armoured man, eyeing him from head to toe once more, his scarred face and rotting yellow teeth too close for comfort. He grunted with disgust, unimpressed from his expectations of what a Mandalorian should be in appearance. 

"Tiny," he snarled and laughed, then looking at you, "Even tinier." 

The droid named Zero placed himself onto the main seat of the cockpit, fiddling with the many different buttons and switches of the ship.

"Fuel. Navigation. Hyperdrive. Landing gear. Comms-"

A distorted hologram of Greef Karga appeared, with Zero unable to distinguish what he was saying exactly before shutting it off.

"Hmm."

While discussing the plans of how to break the prisoner free, both you and the Mandalorian realized that said prisoner wasn't just merely captured, but arrested. He was aboard a New Republic prison ship. That ship held many prisoners, mostly crime syndicates and other bounty hunters who stepped outside of the outer rim of the galaxy. 

"That's a New Republic ship. Your friend wasn't captured, he was arrested," the Mandalorian bluntly stated out the obvious. 

"So what?" The former sharpshooter carelessly asked. 

"A job is a job," Ran simply pointed out. 

"That's a max security transport and I'm looking out for that kind of heat."

Great, a New Republic ship. A Jedi breaking out a prisoner from the allies? That definitely was breaking a large portion of the Jedi code, and it had conflicted with your values. But you're a servant girl for tonight, which means you will only use your lightsaber when it was deemed necessary.

"Well, the good news is the prison is manned by droids. Still hate the machines, Mando?" The purple Twi asked, pointing her blade at him. 

"I will be flying the ship while scrambling New Republic codes," the droid's robotic voice echoed as he came out of the ship. "Don't worry Mandalorian, my response time is quicker, and I'm smarter too."

"How can you trust it?" The armoured man asked his old colleague.

"You know me, Mando. I don't trust anybody," the bearded man bellowed a laugh. "Just like the good old days, huh Mando?"

***

The Razor Crest seemed to have shrunk in size with all the crew crowding inside of it, standing in awkward silence. Burg seemed to have made himself home inside the flying vessel as he snooped around the belongings of the Mandalorian. The cabinet filled with his many different weapons hissed opened before everyone, prompting the armoured man to immediately close it shut before the Devaronian even had a chance to look at them. 

The built red creature glared at the Mandalorian menacingly, taking a few steps closer to him as they stood before each other once again. 

"Okay okay okay! Break it up! I'm very particular about my personal space too. So let's just do this job, and you'll never have to see our faces again," Mayfeld thankfully intervened. 

"Someone tell me why we even need a Mandalorian?" Burg asked in furstation.

"Well, apparently they're the greatest warriors in the galaxy! This was extra for bringing his servant girl with him!" Mayfeld exclaimed.

"Then why are they all dead?" 

The Devaronian's question caused everyone to stifle laughters except for you and the armoured man. The rest of the crew seemed to be comfortable with each other, even if it means being inconsiderate of one's own suffering and sorrows. 

"Xian you flew with him. Is he as good as they say?"

"Ask him about the job in Alzoc lll," the purple Twi answered as she balanced her blade on her fingertip. 

"I did what I had to do," the Mandalorian hesitantly replied back. 

"Oh, but you liked it," Xian smirked flirtatiously at the armoured man. "See, I know who you really are."

"He never takes off the helmet?"

"This is the way!" She mocked the Mandalorian.

It was obvious that you didn't know exactly what happened, but for sure it was about their relationship from the past. You didn't know why, but your mind suddenly became green. Your brain immediately went to somewhat inappropriate thoughts and attempted to piece together with what really happened from that job. You nearly gagged, causing you to scrunch your nose. To think that he did the deed with a Twi'lek as crazy as her...

Eww... Maybe if I close my eyes and plug my ears hard enough, then maybe I could  could forget either what heard and saw in my mind. You thought to yourself. 

"I wonder what you look like under there? Maybe he's a Gungan. Is that why, yousa don't wanna show your face?" he bald male mocked the accent of a Gungan. "You ever see his face?"

"A lady never tells," the purple Twi seductively whispered. 

"Come on, Mando. You gotta show us somethin'. Lift that helmet up!" 

The Devaronian then stood to his feet and walked towards the Mandalorian's direction. He stretched his arms out and made way for the helmet, but was met with a few punches in his abdomen instead. 

The short fight had accidentally caused Burg to hit a few switches, prompting the door to the resting area to open, revealing a shocked little green creature. 

"Whoa! What is that?? Do you get lonely up here, Mando? Wait a minute, did you two make that??" The bald male curiously asked, peering at both the Mandalorian and his former lover. "What is it, like a pet or somethin'?"

"Yeah. Something like that," the armoured man quickly answered. 

"Me? I could never have pets. Didn't have the patience for it. But maybe, maybe I'll try again with this little fella. Huh?" The former sharpshooter scooped the child up in his arms before fake dropping it on the floor.

You glared at the bald man, your (e/c) eyes' fierceness never faltering from him as your protective mode switched on for the child.

"You got a problem with me, girly?" Mayfeld asked, clearly annoyed at your actions. "Mando, control your servant girl, would ya?"

"Dropping out of hyperspace, now."

The droid, Zero, interrupted before the Mandalorian could even say anything. As soon as he announced the end of hyperspace, the ship became unsteady, causing the bald male to let go of the little green creature. Thankfully, you were able to catch him on time by quickly using the force, which you hoped that none of the crew witnessed. 

Shortly after, the Razor Crest finally landed smoothly onto the surface of the prison ship. So much for a proper countdown. Noises of panting and the child's crying were heard all over the ship. Everyone but the little green bean seemed to have slightly hurt themselves with minor bruises. 

You carried the child securely in your arms as you walked towards the resting area of the ship, placing it the handmade hammock that you assumed the Mandalorian had made. 

"Whoa whoa! How the hell did you manage to catch that thing while we were all lopsided from the ship's bumpy ride earlier?" The bald male seemed to be getting too curious for his own good. 

You ignored Mayfeld, continuing to calm the child down. You sensed the impatience flowing within him, it wasn't your fault that he's being so irritating. 

"Is your servant girl mute? She hasn't uttered a word ever since we've met her," the purple Twi asked, her dark lips twitching into a conniving smile as she pointed her blade towards you, "Maybe I should teach her how to talk. Get all that blood boiling from her silent treatment.."

"Excuse me, ladies. We don't have time for that kind of fight. Right now, we have a job to do and that's to free our pal from prison." Mayfeld interrupted.

You were thankful for his intervention, otherwise, you might have probably chopped her two tails off of that thick head of hers. This was going to be a long night.