A lone ship docs at the landing bay of Yavin 4.
Stepping out of the ship, the Mandolorian tossed a unit to the bay worker.
With Grogu at his feet, it’s time for the bounty hunter to recharge and refuel on the tropical moon.
Din sits back in his spot where said little one crawls into his lap, munching on a handful of shrimp.
“Ner ad. Ru'kir'manir.” (My son. Adopted.) He adjusted to better hold Grogu in his lap as the little green tot gets comfortable.
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“Te aliit.” (The creed.)
He stands and picks up the plate that Tech had pushed aside and filled it with more blue shrimp and the bowl with broth.
“Tionir par or'atu meh gar linibar. Ni ganar birov” (ask for more if you need it. I have plenty.) he mutters as he sets the-
There’s a moment where Din just stares, studying the other behind the dark visor of the helmet.
“Gar jorhaa'ir Mando’a?” (You speak mandolorian?” His voice hit the ear like shards of glass but flowed through the air like smoke.
“Where did you learn it?”
“There’s more if you want it.” He says a with a tilt of his head.
Just then, a little putter patter of feet rushes in and Grogu is helping himself to the Mandolorian’s broth.
“Thought I told you to stay in the ship?”
He’s sitting in front of the reader and putting down a bounty puck in front of them.
Pressing a button, it shows a hologram of the reader.
“What did someone like you do to get a bounty like this on your head?”
His head turns slightly, catching a view of the other in his peripheral vision.
“I’d say you’re a bounty hunter with an empty pocket and a seemingly easy fortune standing in front of you.
But this job is not worth your life.”
He’s walking through the streets at night, pausing as he hears something behind him.
“You shouldn’t lurk in the shadows. Makes you look desperate.” The Mandolorian says to the 𝒓𝒆𝒂𝒅𝒆𝒓.