Summary:

The muscle had been secured now that Cara Dune had decided to join in the fun. The old acquaintance of the Mandalorian was yet to be trusted, especially since he was brining "loyal" guild members. You were hopeful that this deal with killing the ex-imperials will be go smoothly. Otherwise, none of you were going down without a fight.

Side Notes: I know that Kuill and IG-11 join in the fight too. But since (y/n) is a skilled Jedi knight, she's capable of fighting Imps while protecting Grogu at the same time. I love Kuill and IG-11, but it'll be just too much work for me if I add more characters in this arc, and it'll make more sense with my story without them. Plus, I don't want them both to die!

Word Count: 3460

***

The Razor Crest flew throughout the vast open space of the galaxy. Grogu cooed in excitement while he stargazed from the cockpit, with you securely holding onto the little green bean as he sat on your lap. His large pointy ears perked in up and down motions, pointing his finger with every star his large dark beady eyes could see.

You spotted the Mandalorian get up from his seat, with the ex-shock trooper following him not too far behind. Your eyes trailed as they headed towards the lower level of the ship. 

"We'll be right back. You gonna be okay here with Grogu?" Your lover asked you with a hint of concern in his tone. 

You nodded, flashing a gentle smile at him, "Yes, of course. If Grogu gets bored, then he'll be able to play with his little metallic ball again. Don't worry, I know what entertains him."

With a light squeeze on your shoulder, the armoured man then turned his back once again and headed to the lower level of the aircraft. 

The built woman leaned against the wall, crossing her arms as her lips twitched to a mischievous smirk. The Mandalorian brushed it off at first, opening his closet filled with his multiple different weapons. 

"He and your girlfriend all right up there all alone?" She asked while rummaging through her weapon of choice.  

"Uh, y-yeah..." The armoured man stammered, unable to find any more words from all the fluster that he was feeling.

"You know, I kinda already knew that the two of you were somehow going to end up being together. Considering all that tension and concern you displayed to her the first time you found out that she was a Jedi. Don't worry, I approve of her. With he skills, she'll be able to take care of you no problem."

"Yes, she's an extremely skilled Jedi. Though, it is my first time seeing her kind. I never really knew that they existed."

"Oh they do exist all right. I came from the planet Alderan, and I've heard stories when I was a little girl of how Jedi were keepers of the peace during the clone wars. Then when I joined the rebellion, I saw him, the Luke Skywalker."

"You seem fond of this Luke Skywalker."

"Yeah, I guess I am," the ex-shock trooper smiled while her back was turned from the Mandalorian, grabbing a large blaster, "I'll choose this bad boy over here."

"Good choice."

"Do you trust the contact?" Cara asked, changing the topic. 

"Not particularly. He and I had a run-in last time I was there on some Guild business." 

"So then why are we going?" 

"I don't have a choice. You saw what happened on Sorgan. They'll keep sending hunters. Grogu and (y/n) will never be safe until the Imp is dead."

"Grogu? Did you name him that?"

"No. (Y/n) found out by communicating with the kid."

"Hmm, I'm guessing it's a Jedi thing?"

"Yeah, you can say that." 

"If you have your girlfriend, who's a really skilled Jedi, then why bring me along?"

"We need all the help we can get." 

Before the Mandalorian could even respond back, the two of them found themselves struggling to stand still as the aircraft began to be unstable. The armoured man and Cara were almost flung around the second floor from the messy flight of the Razor Crest as they tried to get back to the cockpit. 

The ship had finally been stabilized, where the both of them found you steering the aircraft. The child had looked at his father with an innocent-like expression, as if he had nothing to do with what just happened earlier. In which he looked at Grogu with his arms crossed in front of his chest.

"Sorry. I didn't think that he'd actually try to steer the ship himself," you laughed sheepishly, somehow looking distressed from the child's actions.

"I guess there's still a lot of things we don't know about the kid," the Mandalorian scooped the little green bean in his arms as if he was going to lecture him.

"Like the fact that he's only the second one of his kind I've ever seen. There was only one of his kind I've known, a wise Jedi master named Yoda," you gazed at Grogu, who's expression perked up from hearing that very name. "Very wise, strong, patient, and courageous. He taught both Grogu and I during our years in the Jedi temple in Coruscaunt."

"He taught you both?"

You nodded your head, "Yes. He's been training Jedi younglings and padawans for 900 years."

"900 years?!" The armoured man blurted out in bewilderment.

"Well, that explains why the kid's still a baby at the age of 50," the ex-shock trooper snickered. 

"Yeah. It seems that their species ages extremely slowly."

"(Y/n), set the coordinates for Nevarro and jump to hyperspace," the Mandalorian instructed you. 

"You got it, boss," you saluted, toggling with the switches as the ship went into hyperspace.

To pass the time during hyperspace, the armoured man and Cara had decided to do a friendly competition of arm wrestling in the lower level of the ship, where you and Grogu were spectating them. For awhile, the two seem to be in equal strength, as their fists both stayed in the middle, no strength overpowering the other. 

Then suddenly, you sensed something dark within Grogu as he stared at the built woman. The child then stretched his hand out, where Cara held onto her throat, and was clearly choking as Grogu had used the force against her.

"Grogu, no!" You grabbed onto the creature, where the ex-shock trooper gasped out for air and coughed for the desired oxygen to return to her lungs. 

"Okay, you don't do that!" She yelled out, still coughing.

"Kid, no! Cara is our friend!" The Mandalorian added.

"Let me go talk some sense into him," you declared in a reassuring manner, "Grogu, your intensions and hear were probably somehow in the right place. But we don't use the force like that against people, it's not the Jedi way."

"How are you talking to him so calmly?! He almost killed me!" 

"Cara, Grogu probably thought you were hurting him. He wen't on protective mode, but it wasn't in the right way. Please, he's only a child and still has a lot to learn. I'm sorry." You gaze now averted to the child, "We don't do that, alright little one?"

***

Jumping out of hyperspace, appeared the planet Nevarro before you. Just seeing the sight of it had brought chills into your spine. Your very goal in the first place was to get out of that wretched place that gave you horrid memories. It didn't occur to you that you'd have to return there someday, and that day just happened to be today. 

"Didn't think I'd be back in this junkyard so soon already," you murmured to yourself, still enough for the ex-shock trooper to hear.

"Not your most favourite place I'm guessing?"

"No. This is where I spent years hiding from ex-imperials, and concealed my identity as a Jedi by suppressing the force so my presence won't be sensed. In short, I was dishwasher for some time with a boss who blackmailed me about my Jedi identity if I didn't do what he wanted."

"Well, at least you're going back there and showing him who's boss. Plus, it shouldn't be a long job anyway. Once we take out the head Imp, the rest will run like rats." She smiled, as if taking pleasure to kill those scum of the galaxy.

The Razor Crest approached the atmosphere of the planet, where it landed on what seemed like the middle of nowhere in the flat plains Nevarro. There, Greef Karga and a few of his Guild members await for the Mandalorian's arrival. 

The ramp door of the Razor Crest whirred as it thudded onto the hard ground, revealing more than just the Mandalorian and the child; he was accompanied by you and the ex-shock trooper.

"Sorry for the remote rendezvous, Mando!" The older man yelled from afar, walking closer towards your direction, "But things have gotten complicated since you were last here."

His band of bounty hunters weren't exactly too thrilled to see the Mandalorian back so soon. After all, he did wreak havoc with the guild when he took Grogu with him. Both parties gazed at each other with such tension.

"It seems that introductions are in order. It seems we've both provided a security detail," Greef Karga averted his gaze back and forth to both parties. "I recommend the shock trooper guards the ship. These lava fields are lousy with Jawas."

"She's coming with us," the Mandalorian stated firmly, his tone nearly sounding like a growl. 

"But the town is now run by ex-Empire," the older bounty hunter retorted back. "If a rebel dropper is with us, they'll all get their hackles up."

"She's coming." 

"Fine. At least cover your tattoo. No need to flaunt it. Now, where is the little one?" 

You, the Mandalorian, and the ex-shock trooper cautiously looked at each other. Aware that Greef Karga was not to be trusted still. The armoured man hesitantly pressed the control button for the floating orb to come towards the older bounty hunter, its pram hissing as it opened, revealing the child inside. 

Greef Karga stepped closer towards Grogu, where you and the Mandalorian placed your hands ever ready by your weapons. 

"So, this is little bogwing is what all the fuss was about," he stated, slowly picking the child up from its floating silver orb, analyzing him. "What a precious little creature. I can see why you didn't want to harm a hair on its wrinkled little head." He gazed at the Mandalorian, finally setting the child back down again.

Both you and the armoured man relaxed your postures, your hands getting further away from your weapons, his band of guild members doing the same as well. 

"Well, I'm glad this matter will be put to rest once and for all. The sun drops fast on Nevarro. We can walk for a spell, camp out at the riverbank, then make our way into town at first light."

You couldn't help but notice the older bounty hunter had been gazing at you for quite some time, along with his band of guild members. Your senses had somehow been clouded from his true intensions, perhaps they were also aware of your arrival with the Mandalorian. Considering you have had a large sum of bounty on your head, where many bounty hunters would kill each other to for that wealth. 

***

Nightfall had finally hit, with all of you finding a decent area to set up camp and a fire for warmth and sustenance. The flames cackled as you all surrounded it in a circle, roasting a some sort of creature that was caught earlier throughout the afternoon. 

You and the Mandalorian sat on either side of Grogu, taking turns with feeding him the delicious meat. 

"I guess that little buggar's a carnivore. Never seen anything like it. They were ready to pay a king's ransom for that thing." He then focused his gaze towards you, "Must be for some kind of highfalutin menagerie." 

"Let's go over the plan again," the Mandalorian was quick to change the subject. 

"We both enter the common house. We show the client the bait. We join him at the table, and you kill him."

"Tell me about his reinforcements."

"They're all ex-Empire. As soon as they lose their paycheck, poof, they all scatter."

"And what if they won't?" The Mandalorian asked, doubt laced in his tone.

"They will."

"That's not good enough."

"If for argument's sake, a few of them don't realize that I'm their best path for alternative employment and they elect to react impulsively, then these three fine guild hunters, along with that battle-hardened shock trooper, and possibly... " He trailed off, gazing at you once again, "Your other fine companion here, will cut down anyone who bucks."

"How many will there be?" 

The older man shrugged, letting out a sigh, walking towards the fire to grab another piece of meat, "No more than four. He travels with at most, a fire team. Trust me. Nothing can go wrong."

The moment Greef Karga finished his sentence, a large flying creature swooped up the meat, causing everyone to panic. The Mandalorian, ex-shock trooper, guild members, all fired shots at the screeching creatures. The cover of the floating orb had closed, protecting Grogu inside, with you standing guard closely.

The creatures weren't only there for the meat roasting on the fire, they managed to grab a guild member for themselves as well. For a moment, none of the blasts seemed to be bothering the flying beasts, not until the Mandalorian lit up his flames did it finally scare them off. Everyone had pointed out their blasters towards the sky once again, but there was no sign of the creatures' return. 

The panels of the floating orb had opened, revealing an unharmed Grogu inside. But for Greef Karga, things had turned the tide for the worst. You ran up to the older bounty hunter, who was groaning in pain from the injury his forearm had sustained. 

You spotted deep cut marks on his flesh, unable to move from the unbearable pain he felt, "You're hurt badly."

"Ow! No. I'm fine, I'm fine, I'm fine," he repeated himself.

"Hold still! They got you good," Cara rummaged through her bag, finding a shot that could hopefully ease the pain temporarily.

"How bad?" The Mandalorian asked.

"Bad," you answered, kneeling beside the older man. "The poison is spreading out fast." 

"So... This is how it happens," he groaned in pain. 

"Don't be so dramatic," the ex-shock trooper retorted back, "I need another medpac! Got any other medpacs! Anyone?"

Everyone shook their heads. It seemed that there was nothing they could do to save him.

"It's still spreading. This isn't working," Cara scanned his injury.

You and the child gazed at each other, knowing exactly what to do next. The both of you placed your hands on top of his injury, closing your eyes and concentrating on the force. In a matter of seconds, the deep cut had completely vanished from existence. 

You let out an exhausting sigh, it had been quite some time since you've used the force to heal someone. Everyone looked at each other in bewilderment. 

***

As planned, you all headed to town at first light. Greef Karga and his band of guild members walked ahead of you, where you spotted them suspiciously conversing to one another. 

"You think they're having second thoughts?" The built woman asked.

"Could be," the Mandalorian answered. "I need your eyes."

"I sense something's not right. I sense... Some sort of betrayal. Be cautious," you warned them both, staying closely beside Grogu.

Shortly after, you all walked closer towards Greef Karga, where his remaining guild members stayed behind from the distance. Something definitely did that feel right.

"I guess this is it," the older bounty hunter mumbled. 

You ignited your lightsaber as the older man turned and shot his two guild members, both of them dropping dead on the spot. He raised both of his blasters up in the air, with all of you looking at him in shock. 

"There's something you should know," he stammered.

"Care to share that now?" You hissed, pointing your lightsaber at his direction.

"The plan was to kill you and take the kid along with the Jedi. But after what happened last night, I couldn't go through with it. Go on, you can gun me down and stab me here and now and it wouldn't violate the code. But if you do this, the child and the Jedi will never be safe."

"We'll take out chances," Cara hissed, her blaster still pointing at him. 

"The imperial client is obsessed with obtaining these two assets. You tried to run, but where did it get you? Listen, we both need the client to be eliminated." He paused reaching inside of his pocket, holding onto a device as a blue hologram of your face appeared. "The trandoshian bartender told me about your whereabouts, and that if I found you, I'd get paid handsomely along with the child."

Your teeth gritted under your breath, tightening the grip onto your saber, "I didn't think that scum could get any worse." 

"Let's just kill him and get outta here," the ex-shock trooper nearly growled out, cocking her blaster. 

The Mandalorian slowly laid his blaster down, "He's right. As long as the Imp lives he'll send hunters after (y/n) and Grogu." 

"It's a trap."

"Bring me. Tell him you captured me. Get me close to him and I'll kill him."

"That's a good idea. Give me your blaster and your lightsaber," in which you and the Mandalorian did without a second thought.

"This is insane!"

"It's the only way."

"Well then I'm coming with you."

"Tell them she caught me."

"Fine. Then she can bring the child and the Jedi."

"No, the kid goes back to the ship." 

"It's okay, we'll both come," you suggested.

As everyone had agreed with the finalized plan, you and the Mandalorian had then been placed with handcuffs as you all headed into town. There were moments of doubt with this plan, but you hoped that it would work. 

The town was infested with multiple stormtroopers guarding every corner, making it more complicated to move about. 

"Chain code?" One of the so-called soldiers asked as he got up from his speeder. 

"I have a gift for the boss," Greef Karga pointed at the handcuffed Mandalorian.

"Chain code," the stormtrooper repeated. 

The older guild member sighed, reaching into a pocket and revealing some sort of card. In which, the soldier scanned it in approval of your entry. 

"I'll give you 20 credits for the helmet."

"Ha! Not a chance, that thing is going on my wall," Greef Karga bellowed out. 

"On your wall?" The Mandalorian muttered.

"Go with it."

Walking along the town, you noticed that there were more troopers than you anticipated. All of them looking you with caution.

Finally arriving at the building where the client was, the older guild member led you all inside. An additional four troopers were inside, guarding the same man who rewarded the armoured man with all that beskar.

"Look what I brought to you, as promised," Greef Karga presented the handcuffed Mandalorian. 

"What exquisite craftmanship," the client stretched his hand out, gently caressing it over the metal armour, "It is amazing how beautiful beskar can be when forged by its ancestral artisans." The white-haired man then averted his gaze to you, placing his hand under your chin, "This will be much easier since the Jedi is handcuffed. She will not be swinging her lightsaber and try to escape. And combined with the baby, the plans of the empire shall double."

A stormtrooper had whispered to the client, indicating something of importance, "Don't think me to be rude. But I must take this call."

As the white-haired man walked away, you and the Mandalorian had your cuffs quietly removed. Your weapons also being given to you both. 

A hologram of an imperial who looked to be in one of the highest positions based on his uniform had appeared in front of the client.

"Yes, Moff Gideon?"

"Have they brought the child and the Jedi?"

"Yes I have. In fact, they are both with me right now."

"You may want to check again."

As the client was about to gaze towards you, multiple shots were fired from outside, killing him and the troopers who were guarding him inside. 

The Mandalorian flipped the table onto its side, in which all of you hid behind it for cover. For a moment, you were paralyzed. Moff Gideon; that name had sent chills radiating all over your spine.