Summary:

The trio head for a quick stop to the desert planet of Tatooine for repairs of the Razor Crest. Things don't really go smoothly as planned as they run into a rookie bounty hunter, desperate to capture his first bounty in hopes of getting into the guild.

Word Count: 3040

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Both you and the child awoke from the unstable feeling of ship maneuvering in different directions. Quickly heading into the cockpit with the child in your arms, you spotted the Mandalorian being occupied from a chase that kept escalating. It seemed that despite not even being in a planet, there were guild bounty hunters close in your tracks. Cara Dune wasn't lying when she said they won't leave empty-handed.

"Another one of your friends, I presume?" You asked rather sarcastically. 

"Can't really call him a friend of mine if he only wants you and the kid," the Mandalorian grunted as he aggressively fiddled with switches and levers of the ship. 

You sat onto the chair beside the metal man, fastening your seatbelt onto yourself and the child, clinging onto him for dear life. The green creature whimpered from every sharp turn of the Razor Crest. The flight was far from smooth. With every turn, spin, and flip the flying vessel did, Din just couldn't seem to shake off the shooter. 

"It's alright, little one. I'm here," you reassured the nervous beady-eyed creature.

"Come on Mando, just give up already," the bounty hunter hissed as his ship locked onto the Razor Crest. "I can bring you in warm, or I can bring you in cold." 

Shot after shot kept firing from behind, in which had struck one of the twin engines of the ship, making the flight even more unsteady. Flashes of red light and the noise of the alarm's constant beeping had indicated that the Razor Crest was indeed in bad shape. 

Fiddling with more switches, the Mandalorian quickly glances back to you and the child. It seemed he had one more trick up his sleeve. 

"Hold on back there!"

You obeyed as instructed, holding onto your fastened seatbelt while your other hand securely held onto the child. With one fluid motion, the armoured man took a sudden break and quickly reversed the ship before the bounty hunter had any time to react. The noise of beeping rung out, indicating that the Razor Crest has locked onto the shooter's ship.

"That's my line," the Mandalorian bluntly stated, shooting the ship without hesitation. 

A sigh of relief escaped from your chapped lips, looking over at the little green bean seated on your lap. You felt the uneasiness leave him as his coos finally returned. 

There was no time to celebrate as the Razor Crest continued to be unsteady. With one of the twin engines damaged, who knows how much longer the flying vessel could last.

"I'm losing fuel."

The ship shut off, leaving the three of you sitting ducks in middle of space. The Mandalorian then quickly got from his seat, turning on what seemed to be an emergency switch. Red lights shone within a matter of seconds, the engine began to hum softly as he continued to switch more buttons of the ship. Eventually, the entire ship had finally managed to cooperate once again. 

"You seem to be quite the handy man," you complimented.

"I need to be during situations like these. Otherwise, we'd all be dead." 

You nodded your head in agreement. What he said was entirely true, he couldn't be more obvious. Although you couldn't tell if he was trying to be humorous, or if he really is that straightforward all the time. Straightforward or not, you admired how quick-witted his mind is. 

"This is Mos Eisley Tower. We are tracking you. Head for bay 3-5, over." The voice of the operator rattled from the staticky radio. 

You entered the planet of Tatooine. Famous for its desert atmosphere and twin suns. Nothing about this planet screamed of nature or any kind of greenery alike, it was all sand. The Razor Crest managed to land smoothly despite the damages it sustained. 

The child was fast asleep, most likely exhausted from the chase earlier. The armoured man then gently placed him onto the little area where they slept, the door hissing at it shut close. 

Three pit droids sprinted up into action, grabbing their necessary tools as the large door of the ship opened. A single shot was fired from the Mandalorian before the three droids could even reach the ship, causing them to revert in their hermit-like positions. 

"What the hell are you doing?" You frustratedly asked, "I thought you needed the Razor Crest to be fixed?"

"Not by droids," he sternly retorted back.

"Well these droids' job is to repair any damages on ships, which is the perfect thing for the Razor Crest."

"I said no droids."

There he was again, always wanting things to go his way and acting like he was some kind of know-it-all. 

Patience, (y/n). You thought to yourself, as you were running out of it. 

"Hey! Hey!" The voice of an angry woman echoed from the glass before the two of you."You damage one of my droids, you'll pay for it!"

A curly-haired woman appeared in front of you, looking understandably angry. After all, your friend here did try to shoot her droids. Judging by the dirtiness of her maroon-shaded uniform, she most definitely is a mechanic.

"Just keep them away from my ship," 

"Yeah? You think that's a good idea, do ya?" The mechanic retorted back angrily. "Let's look at your ship. Ugh! Look at that. You gotta lot of carbon scorin' building up top. If I didn't know any better I'd think you were in a shootout. How did you even land??"

Despite her being angry, you sensed that the mechanic was impressed that the ship was still in one piece. She continued to inspect the tin can. mentally checking off what needed to be done... And how much she needed to charge for her service.

"I've got 500 imperial credits."

The curly-haired woman crooked a brow, pleased with the money presented before her, "That's all you got? Well, what do you guys think?"

The pit droids seemed to agree with their master to an extent.

"That should at least cover the hangar," she looked at the Mandalorian, this clearly wasn't enough to fix the entire ship in one go. 

"I'll get you your money." The Mandalorian's voice was more stern this time. 

"Mhmm, I've heard that before."

"Just remember-"

"Yeah, no droids. I heard ya. You don't have to say it twice." The mechanic then gazed towards you. You haven't said a word since she's come out of her shop, "Your husband here is acting worse than a womp rat. Could you make sure that he actually pays me enough money so I can properly fix his ship?"

You were caught off guard from the very word, "husband." It wasn't something you were expecting a complete stranger would say about you two. The words in your mind processed much faster than when you were actually trying to form words from your lips.

"N-no we're not mar-"

"My bad. Let's go," the Mandalorian suddenly interrupted, grabbing you by the hand in the process. 

The thought of what the mechanic said pondered in his mind for a bit. For some strange reason, the thought of being called your husband didn't bother him, not even the slightest. It made him feel kind of... Happy. The armoured man had grown quite fond of you, even if he didn't really express it. One thing is for sure is that he trusts you. He has never told anyone outside of the Creed his real name, until you came along. 

"Din, can I have my hand back?" Your voice echoed back in his head again.

The Mandalorian quickly shook his head, bringing his thoughts back to reality. His gaze averted to his hand, still holding onto your hand. He quickly let go, the heat rising in his face as it pigmented with a flush of red.

"You know, us leaving bay 3-5 with you holding my hand is probably gonna make the mechanic think we're actually married."

This helmet is really saving my life right now. He thought to himself, dismissing your statement.

You blinked, it's as if he didn't even hear a word you just said, "I sense nervousness in you. Are you doing alright?"

"How the hell do you know how I'm feeling?" He asked, surprise laced in his tone.

"Jedi things," you smirked, pointing your index finger on your head by the area of your brain.

His lips twitched to a smile. He really was impressed with your Jedi skills, and he was still curious to learn about it. 

The both of you walked through the sandy town in Tatooine. This planet seemed less uptight than how Nevarro was with the guild infested everywhere in that forsaken place. People minded their own business here. 

Not long after, you spotted multiple stormtrooper helmets impaled on their own blasters. Blood and cracks were plastered on the once shiny and pristine white headwear. 

"Is this all your doing?" You asked your companion.

"I probably shot a few of them," he retorted back, a slight cockiness laced in his tone. 

Since when did this chrome dome idiot get so cocky?  You thought to yourself. 

The Mandalorian led the way inside a bar. Species ranging from a large bug-like creature to life-sized frogs, and droids lounged and chatted amongst each other inside the building, most likely relaxing from a hard day's of work. 

The metal man then leaned onto the counter where the bartender droid worked, "Hey droid, I'm a hunter.  I'm lookin' for some work."

"Unfortunately, the Bounty Guild no longer operates from Tatooine," it's modulated voice replied back. 

"I'm not looking for guild work."

"I am afraid that does not improve your situation, at least by my calculation."

"Think again, tin can," a male's voice boomed out from behind you. 

In which, both you and the Mandalorian turned around, spotting a young adult male dressed in black with a blue vest sitting in a booth, both his feet up on the table. 

"If you're looking for some work, have a seat my friends," he gestured the both of you to sit with him. Come on, relax."

You sensed hesitation and uneasiness from the armoured man. It was completely understandable that he didn't easily trust any stranger from his line of work of being an ex-bounty hunter. But it could be the only chance of earning money for the intensive repairs the Razor Crest needed. 

After a few more seconds of careful thinking, the Mandalorian finally decided to sit by brown-haired male. 

The young man first stared at you, a slight smirk forming on his features, "Name's Toro, Toro Calican. And you must be gorgeous. What can I call a beautiful lady like yourself?"

"You'd rather not hear it, I have a pretty long name. You want to show us the work that we're looking for," you replied, gently waving your hand at him.

"I-I don't want hear your long name. I want to show you the work you're both looking for," he replied with almost a zombie-like tone in his voice.

"What the hell did you-"

You cut the Mandalorian off before he could finish his question, placing your index finger on over your lips in a shushing manner.

Toro shook his head back into reality, placing the puck onto the table. The image of a woman was shown on the blue hologram, "Picked up this bounty puck before I left the mid rim. Fennec Shand, an assassin. Heard she's been on the run ever since the New Republic put all her employers in lockdown."

"I know the name," the Mandalorian replied back. 

"I followed this tracking fob here. Now the positional data suggests she's headed out beyond the Dune Sea. Should be an easy job."

"Well, good luck with that," the armoured man got up from his seat, clearly not interested with the job provided. 

"Wait, wait, wait. I thought you needed work?"

"Fennec Shand is an elite mercenary. She made her name killing for all the top crime synidcates, including the Hutts. If you go after her, you won't make it past sunrise."

The armoured man then turned his back from the young male, with you following not too far behind. 

"This is my first job!" Toro desperately growled out, "you can keep the money, all of it. I just need this job to get into the guild. I can't do it alone."

This suddenly gave the Mandalorian a change of heart. With a large bounty like this notorious assassin, the money would be able to convince the mechanic to repair his ship. He just didn't want this rookie bounty hunter to get in the way. But with you and your Jedi abilities, it should make the job a thousand times more easier.

"Meet us by hangar three-five in half an hour. Bring three speeder bikes."

***

The Mandalorian entered inside the Razor Crest while waiting for the speeders to be delivered. You followed along, not knowing that he would suddenly pull you inside of the ship, placing you onto one of the walls and sticking his hands in either side of you in the process. Your face was only mere inches away from his Beskar helmet, the intimidating black T shape stared straight at your very core. The fact that your feelings for this man grew so much more from each day that passed by certainly didn't help with this very situation right now. 

"If you're gonna try any funny business, I swear I will use the force on you and fling you outside of the Razor Crest," you warned the metal man, not knowing if you were half joking or not. 

"I'm not thinking whatever you have in your mind," he retorted back firmly. "I wanna know how the hell you managed to somehow hypnotize Toro Calican with a wave from your hand?"

"That's all you wanted to know? That's why you decided to trap me between your arms? It's a Jedi mind trick skill I use for the weak-minded. Every Jedi has that ability, it's one of the very first things we learned." You crossed your arms, attempting not to laugh at your companion's actions, "You know, you could've simply asked and I would be happy to answer your question."

Only then did the Mandalorian realize how he actually acted towards you when you informed him about his actions. He looked at his hands locked onto the wall, with you cushioned in between his limbs. He wanted to pull his arms back to his sides, but he was completely mesmerized by your natural beauty. The way you looked at him with such fierceness from your (e/c) eyes, from the appearance of your (h/c) hair ever so slightly draping on your shoulders. The metal man had never been this close to your face before, and he wanted to soak up this moment, even if it was just for these awkward few seconds. 

"Am I interrupting something?" The voice of a woman questioned from beside the two of you, "cause if I am, then I'll leave you two lovebirds alone."

You both spotted the child wrapped tenderly around her arms, she must have been babysitting while you two were looking to earn money for the ship's repairs. The adorable green bean cooed excitedly as its dark large beady eyes analyzed your postures with each other.  

The Mandalorian finally returned back into reality from the trance that he was enraptured in. His arms instinctively jerked back into his sides from the bashful feeling that washed up within him, leaving you both gazing away from each other. The mechanic's comment about the two of you about being lovebirds left him unbothered, and in fact, he didn't seem to mind at all. 

"N-no! Not at all! We were just talking about business, that's all," you choked out, sounding a bit unconvincing to the curly-haired woman. 

The child then stretched out it's stubby arms towards you, indicating that he wanted to be carried. You reached out as the mechanic placed the tiny green-skinned creature onto your arms, standing beside the metal man. 

"If I didn't know any better, I'd think the two of you made that thing. But then I realized that's impossible, considering your beauty and..." she paused, averting her gaze towards your companion, "However the heck he looks like underneath his helmet. Have you seen him without it at all?"

You quickly shook your head, trying to rid of the flushing shade of pink forming on your now hot cheeks, "N-no, I haven't. I don't even know how he looks like." 

The curly-haired woman crooked a brow in confusion, "Oh, you don't even know how your husband even looks like?? For all you know, he could be an ugly-looking bug, or even a womp rat!"

"Oh no he's not my husband-"

"We got a job," the Mandalorian cut in, "It's a high-paying job, so we could give you your money."

"Well it better be! I started on the repairs, but it took me a bit longer since you requested to have no droids," she rolled her eyes, averting her gaze towards you, in which you agreed. "Anyways, I'll look after this little fella for ya while you're off to your job." 

The child reached out towards the mechanic, seeming to like the new friend he made. Well, she did look out for him while the both of you were gone. To be fair, he was left all alone in the ship, something that was not ideal for a young child like himself. 

"Thank you," the metal man discretely said to the curly-haired woman. 

"Oh? It looks like you can be nice, I like that! I just wish you'd let my droids assist me so we an get this repairing done soon. Isn't that right, little fella?" She looked at the child, silly expressions plastered on her face.

"No, I don't want those droids touching my ship. Even the kid can't convince me otherwise."