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It was supposed to be an easy mission. Find the target, bring it back (or kill it, that depended on Mando’s mood and how the target behaved) and collect the bounty from Greef Karga. After Gideon and his troopers tried to kill them all - and almost succeeded - they’ve established a friendship. That wasn’t something the Mandalorian said carelessly, he didn’t have many friends out there. But Karga, as well as Cara Dune were people he could count on and he trusted them.
The target was a Mon Calamari named Rix Temai, who had stolen plans from the New Republic to sell it to the Imperials. The plans had been important but not to that extend that the imps would pay rich money for it. Not something that he was happy about but he was a coward, so he hid himself both from the Imperials and the New Republic. He may have said some things for that the imps want him rather dead than alive.
Finding and capturing the Mon Calamarian was easy, he really was nothing more than a coward. His weak attempt to shoot the Mandalorian with a furiously shaking hand was quickly undone. Mando did not even have to use his blaster but only ducked the two blaster shots with ease while using the grappling line from his vambrace to secure Temai at his ankles.
The child was sitting in the bag at Din’s hip that hung around his shoulder and watched the scene with utter amusement. It really sounded like the kid was laughing and that increased Mando’s mood tenfold. He loved to hear him laugh because that meant he was happy.
Now, the Mon Calamarian was sitting next to Din in the cockpit, tightly bound to the seat. „You know I can hardly breathe?“ he complained with a fake wheeze but the Mandalorian ignored him. „Hello? You understand basic, right?“ again, no answer from Din who understood the man perfectly.
Grogu was sitting in the other seat and cooed happily. That drew the Calamari’s attention and it angered him. „What are you saying, you ugly rat?“
That, he quickly noticed, was the wrong thing to say because as soon as the words left his mouth, Mando turned around and grabbed the target’s neck with such speed that not even the kid had seen it coming. Temai’s eyes widened and he desperately tried to gasp for air he would not get, while Mando’s grip only tightened. „Threaten him again and your slimy neck will break in two.“ he spat and tightened his grip one last time before letting go again. He turned around to steer his ship as if nothing had happened. He could hear the Mon Cal cough violently though and luckily, he kept his mouth shut afterwards. Mando shared one quick glance towards Grogu, who cooed back excitedly at him.
Mando sent the ship into hyperspace and closed his eyes to get some rest. When Grogu noticed his foster father was asleep, he silently climbed onto his lap and curled up on his side and was asleep within seconds.
The Calamari was speechless. Did they really sleep right now? Stupid Mandalorian, he thought because now, he could try to reach for the button inside his bag to send out a distress signal. After he hid, he lost many friends and also family but he had one friend he could always count on and he was his only way out of this. While he tried to wiggle one of his fingers free, he made sure to make no sound. He was fairly certain that the Mandalorian was not sleeping deeply. When he finally reached the button, he quickly pushed it and let out a relieved sigh and relaxed.
„Something wrong?“ Mando asked but had not moved from his position. Rix stiffened, had he noticed what he was doing?
„N…no, nothing.“ he rasped as his voice was still sore from being almost strangled to death.
„Good.“ just then, the ship came out of hyperspace and Nevarro came into view. Great, they were almost there.
Temai laughed silently and it was only a few minutes later, when blaster fire hit the ship. He must have been near, he thought and almost couldn’t hide a chuckle.
Mando quickly shot up and pushed some buttons inside his cockpit. He saw a ship behind him on one of the monitors and quickly realized what was going on. „What did you do?“
Temai only chuckled darkly.
Mando did not have time to argue with him now, that ship was definitely an ally to the Mon Calamari and its ship was well equipped. Multiple blaster shots hit the Razor Crest until Din made a feint and turned the Crest around, so that he was now able to shoot the ship from behind. He landed a few hits but since the enemies ship was much smaller it was also more maneuverable and quickly got behind him again. One shot hit the Crest’s nozzle and Din knew then, that it would crash and the landing would not be pleasant.
Apparently, the Calamari beside him realized his mistake because he was in this ship as well. Stupid fish.
The Crest went down quickly while Mando tried to steady it but to no avail. Grogu, who had long woken up by the turmoil snuggled deeper into his father’s lap, clearly afraid of what was about to happen. „Don’t worry, kid. The landing will be rough but I’ll do my best to not crash us into pieces.“ Mando explained to the worried child, who was still afraid but was sure that his protector would do everything he could.
The ship had stopped shooting at them, clearly satisfied that his target will go down and maybe he was hoping that his friend would survive the crash but maybe not. Mando wouldn’t have shot at a ship one of his friends were captured in, that was for sure.
Nevarro came nearer quicker as he would’ve liked but he couldn’t control the ship anymore and at this point he was sure there was nothing he could do to prevent a crash. The most important thing was to protect the child so he hit every break the ship possessed and hugged Grogu as tightly as possible at his side and put his beskar chest plate on top of him in case he would be incapacitated in the near future.
„Brace yourself, kid. This one’s gonna be rough.“ that was the last thing he said, before his beloved Razor Crest crashed through some dead trees and then onto the hard ground on Nevarro. Mando managed to steady the ship as much that it landed mostly flat on the ground but due to gravity and the weight of the ship, it sank in a few meters until in came to a stop.
During the crash, Din did his best to additionally shield the child with his right arm, while steering with his left but when a piercing pain shot through his right arm, he did not exactly know where it came from or why that was because right after the pain, there was more pain but now located at his head where he hit it at the cockpit when the ship finally came to a stop. The pain was huge but soon, blissful darkness consumed him.
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Din woke up to a clicking sound. At first it sounded distant but after he became more aware of his surroundings he knew it was nearer. When he decided to open his heavy eyes, he noticed that the clicking sound was Grogu knocking fearfully on his helmet. He moaned when his muscles protested from the little movement he did but he needed to make sure that the kid was okay. „Are you hurt?“ he asked and was only mildly surprised that his voice sounded incredibly weak.
Grogu cooed while shaking his head but his eyes were full of worry. „I’m fine, kid.“ Mando reassured him but as soon as he moved his right arm a little more, white hot pain shot through it. His vision greyed for a second and he was actually glad that the kid couldn’t see his face because he could not hide the grimace and how much he had to grit his teeth as to make as little sound as possible.
After the worst pain was over, he dared to look at his arm which was at an odd angle right below the elbow joint and where his beskar vambrace ended. He heaved a painful sigh and when Grogu followed his glare, he almost cried and laid his three fingered hand on the broken arm. „No, don’t. You need to save your strength. I can’t worry about you as well.“ Mando almost whispered as talking and even breathing send stabs of pain through his chest. He spotted his chest plate next to him and struggled to pick it up and put it on again. He was breathing heavily by the end of it and dark spots appeared in his vision again. „Kriff!“ he swore and fought to stay conscious. Then, he remembered the reason they even were in this mess now. The Mon Calamari.
Cautiously, he turned around and sighed with relief when Temai’s wide, unseeing eyes looked at nothing as a metal pipe stuck out of his chest. He was clearly dead. Great, one less thing to worry about. Mando didn’t know how much time had passed since they crashed but according to the light outside, it must be somewhere around midday. „Okay kid, time to get out of here.“ he said and pushed himself up with his left arm, while holding his right close to his chest. He swayed dangerously on his feet and when a piercing pain in his head and unease troubled his stomach, he was fairly certain that he had sustained a nasty concussion. Great.
Mando’s first instinct was to abandon ship and it would’ve been a good idea, honestly but he couldn’t just leave his treasure behind because otherwise it would have all been for nothing. He was in no condition to carry the dead body back to town though, so he ordered the child to hop into the bag and told him to close his eyes. Din hated doing that but he had no choice but cut the head off the dead Calamari to show it to Karga. He would trust his word that he found the target of course, but he also had rules to follow and if he could not confirm his capture or death, Karga himself would be in trouble.
When he was done, he wrapped the head in his cloak and hung it over his shoulder. Decapitating someone with only using mostly one arm was difficult and almost impossible so he had no other choice than help with his injured hand every now and then and that sent tears to his eyes. The pain was nearly unbearable but he now had not only his but also the kid’s mouth to feed, so he relied on the bounty.
He stumbled out of the ship and almost fell to his knees when reached the hard ground of Nevarro. Climbing out of his damaged ship exhausted him so much that he was sure he would pass out any minute now but he knew that he couldn’t so he pressed on. Step by step he made his way to the town and luckily, he recognized the terrain he crashed on so he had an approximate duration in mind when he would reach it. Three hours by foot was manageable but he wasn’t sure how manageable it really was in the condition he was currently in.
The kid peered out of his bag and up to his father. Even inside the bag he noticed that he was stumbling every now and then and it worried him. He knew that he would do everything to get him to safety but that worried him even more. He made himself known by cooing at him but he didn’t seem to hear him, that’s when he tucked on the fabric above his belt.
„Hm?“ Mando said and looked down at his kid, who looked at him with big, worried eyes. „Told you I’m fine.“ he sounded annoyed to someone who didn’t know him but Grogu knew that he was hurt and couldn’t put any more emotion behind his words. He still had his right arm cradled at his chest and his breathing sounded strained and rapid. The air on Nevarro was hot and dry and it seemed to bother the Mandalorian more than usual. It usually didn’t bother him at all, Grogu had always wondered how he did it under all those clothes but now it was affecting him. Or maybe it were his injuries or a combination of both.
It must have been at least one hour since they left the ship when suddenly, a blaster hit Din on the back of his helmet and he stumbled uselessly to the ground. The head of the dead target rolled out of his cloak and stopped a few meters away from him. Usually, a blaster shot wouldn’t have knocked him down so easily but it basically came out of nowhere and he was already injured and his legs felt wobbly. Luckily for both him and the kid, he fell on his left side and not on his injured right arm, where also the bag with the kid hung. Still, the sudden movement jolted his arm and also his sternum and the pain that followed was immense but not worse than the agony that ripped through his skull at the impact of the blaster. If he hadn’t suffered a concussion from the crash, he surely got one now.
His adrenaline kicked in though, so he quickly turned around and saw a figure approaching him with a blaster in one hand. Luckily, Din thought about putting his holster at his left side, so that he could reach his blaster more easily with his left hand. The figure came closer and it continued firing at them but they all got deflected by his beskar armor.
Din may have been injured but even with his left arm, he was an incredible shot and due to the adrenaline rushing through his veins, he could get the trembling in his limbs under control. It took him one shot to incapacitate the threat. The figure fell limply to the ground and didn’t move again. Mando was too exhausted and hurt to take a good look at his enemy but he was fairly sure that it was the Mon Calamari’s friend who wanted to end him once and for all.
During the fight, Grogu had climbed out of the bag and spotted Temai’s head a few meters away from him on the ground. He waddled towards it and eyed it with curiosity. His cooing got Din’s attention and he quickly turned around and hid the head in his cloak again. „Sorry about that, pal.“ he apologized and picked his green child up and put him back into his bag. „You okay?“
Grogu cooed back with a nod and smiled at him. He was a tough one, that was for sure.
Mando’s ears were still ringing after the shot to his helmet and he was feeling extremely dizzy all of a sudden. He was standing on his feet but he was swaying and he was sure that if he would fall down now, he would not get up so easily again. He involuntarily moaned again and practically forced his body to hold on for a little longer and luckily, it obeyed. At least momentarily until the adrenaline left his body completely.
So he trotted on and stumbled every once in a while but he kept going, arm still cradled to his chest and vision darkened on the edges but at least he could still see. After what must have been another hour or so, his body couldn’t take it any longer and he fell to his knees. The darkness around the edges increased and it took every willpower he possessed to delay the inevitable. When he looked up, the city came into view. It was all so near but yet so far away. Suddenly, his head became to heavy, so he let it fall down onto his chest and even while being on his knees, his body swayed dangerously.
Grogu had climbed out of the bag and tucked at his belt again but this time, the Mandalorian did not react to it. He couldn’t, because at this point all consciousness left him and he fell face forwards to the ground, completely out. The kid screamed anxiously and tried to shake him awake with his tiny hands but to no avail. Grogu did have some training back in the Jedi temple, so he remembered what he had learned and reached out to the force to see if his father was even alive. He was, so he quickly drew back as to not spent too much energy. He might need that in the near future.
The situation was dire, really and Grogu wanted nothing more than to snuggle up at his father’s side and cry but he knew that if he did that, they might both die. He considered waddling to the town but he was way too slow and by the time he would’ve reached it - if he would reach it at all - it may be too late for the Mandalorian. If his father only brought the pram with him then he could… he stopped his thoughts when he had an idea. He once moved things with his mind, maybe he could do it again. The pram was miles away but if he would concentrate enough, maybe it would be possible. He had to try it or his father would die. There was no other option.
So he sat down and closed his eyes while reaching out with both hands. He summoned the force and searched for the pram inside the wrecked ship and found it easily. The hard part was to make it fly to him. He willed his body to concentrate more, to reach out to the force and move the pram to him.
He felt it move from under a huge chunk of metal and leave the ship. About halfway up to him, he felt his energy decreasing rapidly. His muscles hurt and his vision was swimming but he did not stop until the pram was in his sight. He heaved a sigh of relief when it was next to him but he didn’t waste another second and jumped into it and flew towards the town as fast as he could. He only reluctantly left his father on his own, completely exposed and vulnerable but he didn’t have much of a choice. Grogu looked at him one last time, then moved the pram even faster towards his destination.
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Cara Dune was sitting on her chair, legs propped up on her desk with a drink in one hand. It was a calm day and basically no one came to her with their problems, which she really appreciated. Karga was done for today and had joined her for a drink when something really fast drove past the open door. Quickly, they abandoned their drinks and looked outside only to find a small metal pram fly backwards to them. They both recognized it quickly and the occupant sitting inside of it.
„Kid? What are you doing here? Where is Mando?“ Cara asked and picked the child up, who basically refused to be picked up. Something he never did as he usually loved being carried around and cuddled. „What’s the matter?“ just then, she saw the terrified, hectic expression in his eyes and looked at Karga.
„I think Mando’s in trouble.“ she said, suddenly feeling dread washing over her. She turned to the kid again. „Is he in trouble? Mando?“
Grogu cooed and nodded his head, then jumped back into the pram again and drove off in the direction he came from. His hectic behavior sent shivers down their spines. It must be bad, so they quickly jumped onto two speeder bikes and followed the kid.
What they were seeing made their hearts stop for a second. The Mandalorian was lying face down in the dirt and did not move. At all. A decapitated head was lying a few meters away from him and Karga instantly recognized it as the target the Mandalorian searched for.
Cara was the first at the fallen man’s side and turned him around onto his back. „Mando, can you hear me?“ she tried but to no avail. He did not react at all to her or the movement that would’ve surely jolted his injuries. The first one was clearly visible as his right arm was bent at an odd angle and the dark fabric covering it was even darker on some parts. The bone must’ve broken skin there at some point but she couldn’t see it under his flight suit.
„Hey Mando, talk to us!“ Karga then tried and shook his shoulder lightly. This time, the man on the ground moaned silently and moved his head only a little. „That’s right, come back to us.“ Karga urged and Mando turned his head towards him.
„K…Karga?“ he stuttered weakly and moaned again. Then, he turned his head to his other side and found Cara there, who smiled at him. „Dank farrik, what happened?“ his voice was barely above a whisper but his friends understood him.
„Your green little friend there found us and brought us to you. That was actually only a few minutes ago and we’re about as clueless as you.“ Cara told him and raised an eyebrow. That the man was talking was a good sign but she could hear how injured he was. That he was still lying on the ground was proof enough. „You need to tell us what hurts, we can’t see much under all that armor.“
Mando moaned again and tried to sit up. Bad idea as everything spun around him and the constant nausea he was feeling increased tenfold. Somehow he remained sitting despite him feeling worse by the minute but it was probably due to the hand he felt on his back that kept him upright. He felt himself swaying though and that apparently alarmed his friends as well. „Mando, you with us?“ Cara asked with obvious concern in her voice but the slight shake of the masked man and the faint moaned answered the question for her.
„Sick…“ he forced out. There was nothing worse than being sick when you can’t puke properly and if he would puke inside his helmet, he would probably choke on it in his condition.
„I’m taking that helmet off.“ Cara said and already had two hands under it, when a weak arm grabbed hers.
„No… please.“ it was painful to hear his pleading and the fear was evident in his voice and also the willpower to not puke right inside his helmet.
„Mando, you’re gonna choke on your vomit. Is this really how you want to die?“ she asked and thats what made him think. No he didn’t. When he would die, he wished to die a warrior’s death and not pathetically on his on vomit that could have been avoided if he only… no he couldn’t take off his helmet. He couldn’t break the creed.
The nausea got worse and worse and he was sure that he couldn’t hold it back any longer when he heard his child cooing worriedly beside him. If he would die now, then Grogu would be alone. He had to bring him to his kind, so that he could become a Jedi. If he would die, that would not happen. No, the child was more important.
It was now or never because he felt the bile rise up his throat and fill his mouth. With a last second decision, he ripped the helmet off his head and vomited violently onto the dry ground. Out of instinct and respect, Cara and Karga looked away but it probably didn’t matter. If she remembered correctly, he couldn’t take off his helmet in front of other people and that, he did. „You okay there?“ Cara asked and winced as he dry heaved on the ground. The only answer, except for the heaving, was a low moan when he was finished but they both still didn’t look at him. Just when she felt nothing but air where Mando’s back was only seconds ago, she had to look.
„Mando!“ both her and Karga yelled at the same time as the man fell to the ground again, luckily avoiding his own vomit. He fell onto his back this time, so they had no choice but to look at his face now. „Kriff!“ they both silently agreed that his anonymity was not more important than his life, so the quickly checked for a pulse and heaved a sigh of relief when there was one, if rapid.
Only then, had they the time to really look at him and for Karga’s part, he was surprised how young he looked. If he didn’t know any better, he would never believed what a skilled fighter he was. For Cara’s part, she was both surprised for the same reason as Karga, as she was astonished at how good he looked. „Damn, he really hid that face under there?“ Karga frowned at her but quickly put his attention back to the hurt man on the ground.
His eyes were shut and his expression lax, he was completely out. „We have to get him some medical help, don’t you have that droid?“ Karga asked and Cara nodded quickly. She indeed had a nursing droid that came in handy sometimes in her job.
They put the helmet back onto his face and loaded Mando onto Karga’s speeder bike, who steadied him in front on him, while Cara picked up the Mon Calamari’s head. Grogu watched silently and wanted nothing more than to heal his father but as soon as he had brought Karga and Cara to his injured protector, he pretty much fell asleep right away. All energy left him and he only watched one last time, making sure that his father was in good hands and passed out as well.
„Poor thing.“ Karga said and programmed the pram to follow them. He was surprised how much potential the little guy had and how clever he was. He looked vulnerable and helpless but he was anything but and Mando practically owed his life to him.
When they arrived, the quickly carried Din to a room where Cara’s droid already waited for them. She explained the most important stuff to him, then left him alone because she didn’t want to see his face again without his permission and her droid was no living thing.
After a few hours, the droid returned back to them and informed them about his condition. „The Mandalorian suffered a severe concussion as well as a broken sternum, two broken ribs and a his arm broke in three different places.“ they both winced in sympathy. „I was able to heal the worst of it and he is already on the mend but he will still feel dizzy due to the mild concussion he still has and his broken bones must heal on its own, I’m afraid. I treated it with bacta patches and sprays and his arm is set correctly again but I am unable to repair the damage completely, my apologies.“ the droid bowed to them, then trotted back into Din’s room again.
„Thank the maker.“ Cara sighed with relief and sank back further into her chair. The kid was still sleeping but he looked peaceful and the droid had already scanned him. He was completely unharmed, not even a single scratch or bruise on his body. He was simply exhausted, as her droid politely explained.
Greef and Cara both stood up eventually and went into the room that Mando was in. The droid had put his helmet back on, so they couldn’t see if he was still sleeping - or rather unconscious - or not but they figured as much because he did not react to their entry at all. „Did he wake up at all?“ Karga asked the droid, who prepared the medication for Mando.
„He did but only briefly. He was pretty out of it and tried to attack me, so I had to sedate him.“
„You had to what?“ Cara yelled and almost shredded her droid into pieces. „Next time, get us instead of putting someone down, will ya!“ deep inside she knew that the droid acted correctly but it still made her uneasy that it sedated someone with a head injury.
„I am terribly sorry, it will not happen again, Master Dune.“ she internally grinned at it calling her Master, it somehow made her feel good.
„Leave now!“ she ordered and it quickly vanished behind the door.
It was an odd sight on the bed where the Mandalorian laid. The droid had to remove his armor, so now he was only in light black pants and a black shirt and the bruises and old scars were perfectly visible on his exposed arms. His right arm was in a sling and most of it was hidden under it but a nasty looking dark blue bruise could be seen. They couldn’t see much more as the other injuries were covered by either his helmet or the black shirt but they assumed that the droid wrapped those wounds as well because when they saw his exposed face, a sluggishly bleeding head injury had been clearly visible.
„Mando?“ Karga tried and much to his surprise, he replied in a steady voice.
„Yes?“
Karga and Cara looked at each other with confused expressions, „Wait, have you been awake this whole time?“
„I have, yes. It’s nice how deeply you care for me.“ he mocked and if his face would’ve been visible, they would’ve seen his grin.
„Good to see that you’re feeling better, pal.“ Cara rolled her eyes, „No but in all seriousness, how are you doing and what happened back there?“
Mando tried to move into a more upright position and managed to do so with only a faint moan. „I was hunting down this Mon Calamari and we were already on our way back when someone shot at us. Somehow, he was able to sent out a distress signal and a friend came to his aid. Only that said friend shot us down and we crash landed a few hours away from the city. That’s were my injuries are from, if you were wondering how that happened. The Mon Cal died on impact and I was too injured to carry his body back to the city, so I had to take a smaller piece of him. I take it that my bounty is well earned?“ he asked and Karga laughed.
„Damn right it is! Kriff, Mando, if the kid wouldn’t have found us you would be dead right now.“
„I know. Where is he?“ he immediately asked when he couldn’t see him in the room. He only slightly panicked.
„Relax,“ Cara said and put a hand on his uninjured arm. „He’s sleeping in his pram.“
Din followed her gaze to the closed pram and he frowned, „Wait, how did he get his pram? I left it back in the ship.“ the were not sure if he was still confused or if he was telling the truth but he seemed lucid enough, so they believed him.
„I don’t know, he came rushing through the city with that thing like crazy. Practically missed our door at first.“ Karga said amusedly.
Suddenly, the Mandalorian became eery silent and they wondered if he had fallen asleep but the rapid breathing proofed otherwise. „Are you okay?“
„Have you seen my face?“
They thought about lying to him but that would’ve not be fair. „Yes.“ Cara sighed. „We had no other choice, I’m sorry.“
Mando held up his uninjured arm, „No, no, it was not your fault. I removed it willingly.“
„Willingly? Dank farrik, Mando you would’ve died if you hadn’t done it! There must be some exceptions to that!“ Karga was furious but Mando stayed calm.
„No, unfortunately there isn’t. Not even if an enemy would remove it while you are incapacitated.“ He sounded calm, yes but also incredibly sad. He had broken his creed. „The droid shouldn’t have put the helmet back on. I have no right to wear it anymore.“ he moved to remove the helmet again but Cara stopped him.
„Don’t do this. You would’ve never willingly showed us your face, so leave that thing on and forget it! I don’t care if that counts or not, for me it does and I think I’m talking for the both of us that we have never seen your face.“
It didn’t count but Din let his left arm fall down on the bed again and left his helmet where it was. He sighed and moved into a sitting position. I went surprisingly well and his broken bones only hurt a little but the worst thing was the dizziness. „You okay?“ Cara asked concerned and put her hand on his back to steady him. For the first time since she had met him, she could feel his body heat and the muscles covered by the shirt. Even if that was normally nothing special, it felt incredibly special to her. But she also felt Mando stiffen at her touch. He did not flinch away from it but Cara still removed her hand. „I’m sorry, I…“
„No, it’s fine. I’m just not used to body contact that’s all.“ he explained simply but that actually made her even more sad. „I need to see the kid.“ he said and stood up on wobbly legs. His vision spun violently and if it wasn’t for Cara and Greef, he would’ve fallen on his face. Instead, they guided him back onto his bed.
„Bad idea. Stay put, I’ll bring him to you.“ Karga said and shoved the pram towards Mando’s side and opened it.
Grogu opened his eyes as soon as the pram opened and looked at Din with wide, happy eyes. He practically jumped out of his pram and into his father’s left arm. Mando chuckled and hugged his kid to his chest, not minding that it hurt his still healing sternum and ribs. They held onto each other for a while and when he loosened the embrace, he looked his child in the eye. „Thank you so much, Grogu. I would not be alive without you.“ the child cooed happily and buried his head at Din’s chest again. He quickly fell asleep in this position and Mando did his best to lay down and not wake him up. „Thank you as well. And your droid.“
„Yeah, seems like you’ve got saved by a droid twice now. Not that I would count.“ Cara mocked and crossed her arms in front of her chest, a wide grin on her face.
„Get better, pal. We’ll let you sleep for a bit.“ Karga said and left the room with Cara following him.
His arm and chest still hurt and he still had a slight headache and the dizziness but it was nothing compared to how it was before. He was on the mend and Grogu was at his side, sleeping peacefully. It would take some time to figure out how to proceed because of the broken creed but he will figure something out. He was a Mandalorian by heart, surely the Armorer would understand eventually. And if not… no, he would not think about it right now.
The most important thing was Grogu and he had to bring him to his kind before he would worry about any other things. The child came before him and if it meant that he was no Mandalorian any longer, then so be it.
This is the way.