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Stars Too Far

CHAPTER 6 - Cape Isn’t So Stupid Now, Is it?

Pairing: Din Djarin x Fem Reader

Summary: You and Din need to take on a particularly dangerous Imperial Bounty. Din has to enlist the help of Mig Mayfeld, who has had a run in with you on your previous planet and you two hate each other. Mayfeld appears to know things about your past you are keeping from Din which complicates the situation.

MINORS DNI - Actually, this chapter probably only has some fluff and lead up to smut in the next chapter. I wanted to put it all into one chapter but it would have been way too long. Sometimes you gotta push that plot forward so you can write more smut that doesn't confuse the crap out of people.

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The sun was violently beating down that morning on Tatooine which didn’t help your nervous and slightly angry disposition about having to come face to face with Mayfeld again; the man who tried to burn your house down, stole your ship parts, tried to kill you then left you behind on your deadly home planet you had been trying to escape since birth. Sweat was dripping down your temples and you would occasionally grunt and wipe it with your sleeve in frustration.

“This planet is so hot.” You complain to Din as the two of you stroll the short distance to the Canteena where you are to meet Mayfeld and Karga Greef , “It’s like my skin won’t stop leaking. How are you handling this so well? It must be like an oven under that armor.” Din simply shrugged. He had become accustomed to the discomfort that his armor can create and has done battle in far worse environments than Tatooine.

“Try not to think about it.” His advice rings half-heartedly.

“When you tell someone to ‘try not to think about it,’ they just think about it more.” You snap at him with a glare.

“Don’t be a brat.” Din warns.

As you approach the cantina you see a man with a shaved head, red stubble dressed all in black tactical gear.

“Huh. He’s a ginger. I forgot that.” You grump as the two of you approach. “At least he hates the sun more than I do.” You sneered. Din turned his helmet and looked sternly down at you and reiterated,

“Don’t. Be. A. Brat. I mean it.”

You roll your eyes and sigh.

Mayfeld is leaning against the wall of the cantina as if he didn’t have a care in the world. He shades his eyes with his hands to get a better look at the two of you as you approach, each foot fall of yours kicking up small clouds of dusty beige sand.

“Mando!” He greets Din with a smile and offers a firm handshake and a pat on his back. He then turns to you glare at you, “I see your still keeping sketchy company. You still stripping ships, you swamp rat?” Mayfeld taunts as he sneers at you.

“You still burning down houses?” You snark.

“Stop it.” Din says calmly but sternly to both of you. “We need to work together if this is going to succeed. So whatever rocky past you two have is put behind you as of right now.”

“No problem over here…” Mayfeld shakes his head and raises his hands defensively.

“Fine.” You grumble, giving in to Din’s order.

The three of you enter the dark cantina and the cool air relieves your skin.

“Thank, maker…” Mayfeld says wiping the sweat off his brow. “Us gingers tend to burn up in the sun.”

You snort a muffled laugh and try to hide a vindictive smile and stare straight forward, happy at the misery you predicted Mayfeld was in. Din looks at you and nudges you angrily in the ribs with an elbow. “Don’t.” He warns again quietly and you struggle to stifle your smile.

The band is playing music that is oddly frantic and lively for the morning that every patron is nonchalantly ignoring as they practice grimacing. Din sees Karga sitting at a table across the room with a droid standing next to him. He waves you over happily and the three of you slide into chairs at his table, Mayfeld spinning one of the chairs backwards and straddling it.

“Yeah. That makes you look edgier.” You sarcastically snap under your breath and roll your eyes at Mayfeld

“Mando! It’s been a long time!” Karga exclaimed excitedly, “And you bring….” Karga examines your and Mayfeld’s faces, senses the tension between the two of you and is unsure, “Friends?”

“I hear you have a bounty for me. I thought you were out of the business since becoming High Magistrate.” Din cuts to the chase.

“I do.” Karga looks uncomfortably at you and asks, “Why are you dressed so fancy?” looking at your blue summer dress. You look at him completely emotionless and respond,

“I’m not properly socialized to your standard culture.” You robotically dispel.

“Okay…” Karga nods uncomfortably and decides to keep his conversation to the Mandalorian, “You keep interesting company, Mando.”

“Have I ever not gotten the job done?” Din challenges Kargas questioning of his team member choice.

Karga flicks his eyes from you to him then slowly slides the puck across the table.

“Its a Spice Runner that has been captured by Imperial Guard and is being held in one of their facilities on Hoth.” Karga explains.

“Hoth?” Din questions in surprise, “Why would anyone put a facility on such a frigid, barren planet? And since when are you interested in Spice Runners if you’re out of the business?” The pieces weren’t falling together and before Din accepted the bounty puck he wanted to ensure this wasn’t some kind of Imperial trap.

“The Spice runner had set up a factory on Navarro partnering with local pirates for security. We’ve been trying to get them off our planet for some time but have proven to be a much trickier pest to exterminate than originally calculated. Without a military or help from the Alliance we had no other choice than to strike up a deal with them when their boss was captured by Imperial Guard. He’s been selling information to the Alliance on the side; specifically Imperial Facilitiy blue prints, giving the Alliance an upper hand.” Karga explains.

“Why wouldn’t the Imps just kill him?” Din querries.

“Because he was also selling information about the Alliance to the Imps. So they’re trying to get information out of him before they kill him.”

“Playing both sides.” Din realizes and nods slowly.

“The Imperial facility is on Hoth to dissuade anyone from going there. They tend to keep only high profile prisionera there and is one of the last places anyone would expect them to set up camp. The Spice Runner’s wife has taken over operations on Nevarro and has offered a large bounty and to move their operations off of Nevarro if you get her husband, Talak Rand, back to her alive.” Karga concludes. Din nods thoughtfully then turns to Mayfeld and you to see what your reaction to the job is. You shift your eyes back and forth between Din and Mayfeld. You aren’t versed well enough in the politics of the universe as of yet to have a fully formed opinion on how dangerous this could be, but also know you needed the credits.

“Well - “ Mayfeld shrugged, “At least if we go to Hoth we can get out of the sun for awhile.” He reaches over and grabs the puck. With that the three of you stand up.

“We’ll find your Spice Runner.” Din confirms, turns and all three of you walk out of the cantina.

Karga looks up at the droid next to him, “Where does he find these people, G5?”

The droid shifts anxiously.

“It’s probably best not to question such things.” It responds. Karga nods in agreement with a shake of his head and an arch of his brow as he takes a long swig of his blue milk.

………..

The three of you return to The Razor Crest and settle into the cockpit. Din takes his seat in the pilots chair and Mayfeld flops down in the Copilot seat. You stand over him with your arms crossed and clear your throat in annoyance.

Mayfeld glares up at you, “Oh… you learned how to fly a ship in the last year I saw you?” He quips. “I believe this is a copilot’s chair.” You snarl your discontent then angrily huff down in the jump seat behind the two of them. Din begins setting coordinates, pushing buttons and navigates the Razor Crest into space without getting involved between the uncomfortable banter between you and Mayfeld. The Razor Crest jumps to hyperspace and once it’s flying smoothly Din stands from his seat.

“Take the controls, Mayfeld. I need to go below deck to run diagnostics on the ships heating and life support systems before we get to Hoth” Din instructs. Mayfeld slowly turns his head and glares at you while responding to Din,

“No problem.”

He switches to the Captians seat and you shift and settle into the copilots seat.

“Play nice.” Din leans to your ear and quietly growls at you before he disappears into the back of the ship.

You cross your arms and flick your eyes to Mayfeld. He swivels his head around to make sure Din is out of ear-shot.

“No tricky stuff or I let Mando know your little secret.” he warns as he reads the navigation charts on a small screen to his left.

“You don’t know anything about me.” You challenge him with a snarl.

“Oh, I did some digging after I left your little hell planet. I know why your family was exiled from Mandalor and I know exactly what you are. I doubt Mando will be as forgiving of this situation than I am. So, best behavior unless you want to find yourself stranded on some shit hole rock on the Outer Rim again.” He threatens. Your heart jumps into your chest, suddenly realizing that Mayfeld is currently holding all the cards.

You angrily jolt up from your seat and storm off to find Din.

A cool green glow is reflecting off of his helmet from the console text on the screen in front of him in the dark hallway of the Razor Crest as he checks the screen in the wall against a hand held infopad in his hand. He appears to not notice you approach from behind him but also doesn’t flinch when you rope your arms around his waste from behind and lean your head against his back. He continues to check his numbers but embraces your hands that are woven around his waist with one of his.

His helmet tilts slightly back towards you. “I know, Meshla. It’s not easy.” He soothes you.

“Is it too early to go to bed together?” Your whines are muffled as you smush your face into his back in frustration.

“Not now, Charika. There’s too much I need to prepare before we get to Hoth.”

You whine again and angrily slump away from Din. He sighs, turns around and leans back against the console he was just fixing.

“If you can behave, I’ll have a surprise for you once we catch this bounty.” He says.

“And if I don’t?” You challenge mischievously stepping into him and angling a smile up at his visor.

“You don’t want to know what I will do to you if you misbehave.”

You let out a small squeal and shake your fists excitedly in front of you. You turn to go back to your makeshift bed in the cargo hull but let out a yelp as Din gives your ass an unexpected slap as you scurry away. You turn and giggle at him then disappear to your bed.

Din sighs, turns and goes back to his diagnostics, smiling to himself under his helmet and shaking his head.

A few hours pass and Din finishes his diagnostic review of the ships life support and heating system. When he is satisfied with the numbers he returns to the cockpit and takes the Captians Chair from Mayfeld.

“So, you met her on Sypar…” Mayfeld breaks the silence. Din hesitates, unsure if he wants to unfold this conversation with him, then opts for transparency.

“Yes.” He states simply.

“What do you really know about that girl?” Mayfeld baits Din. Din slightly turns his helmet towards him as he busies himself pushing buttons on the console in front of him.

“All I need to know.” He grumbles, trying to shut the conversation down.

“Ever asked yourself why she didn’t grow up on Mandalor with her parents?” Mayfeld lures him.

“It’s not my business.” Din shuts him down.

Mayfeld shrugs and tries to explain, “I’m just sayin’... a weird feral girl abandoned on a deadly, uninhabited planet seems like a strange bed partner to take without looking into her history.”

Din stays silent to try to avoid the conversation, however, Mayfeld has a point. “What is your point?” He questions, his patience running thin. Mayfeld leans across the copilots chair towards him and cautiously looks back to make sure you aren’t close by to hear his words.

“Do you know if she’s actually human?”

Din growls under his helmet.

“I have extensive experience. She’s human.” He shoots back at him.

“But do you?” Mayfeld lays his bread crumbs. “There’s creatures out there that can look human, but aren’t.”

Din turns his head, at first in annoyance, but when he glimpses Mayfelds concerned expression he questions his stance. He tries to push the thought to the back of his mind and looks back out the windscreen at the stars.

“You grow up on Mandalore?” Mayfeld nods at him, questioningly.

“No. I grew up on Concordia. A moon of Mandalore. By the Children Of The Watch.”

“Ah,” Mayfeld leans back, “That explains it.”

“Explains what?”

“Why you don’t know all the history of Mandalore. I mean, you didn’t even know there were Mandalorians that could remove their helmets until recently. Ever think there may be something else that was a blind spot in your up-bringing?”

“Say what you mean or be quiet.” Din roughly orders.

“Maybe take your new arm candy to Bo Katan and ask what she thinks of her.”

Din turns his helmet to Mayfeld. He knows the expressionless mask will look like a threat of violence if Mayfeld doesn’t shut up, but underneath, his eyes were wide and face was worried. Why did Mayfeld appear to know more about you than he did? It took Din everything he could muster to not physically shake off Mayfeld’s words and give his emotional manipulation the upper hand. Luckily, he was saved by the bell as a beeping commenced signaling they were approaching Hoth.

The cockpit door slides open and you step in, fully clad in leather armor and winter clothes. Your short waist high cape flowed behind you as you stared at Hoth getting larger by the second as The Razor Crest approached.

“Here we go.” You nervously exhaled.

“Nice cape.” Mayfeld quipped sarcastically.

“Fuck you, Mayfeld.” you said without tearing your eyes off of the approaching planet.

……………

The Razor Crest swooped down to the glacial ground of Hoth and planted its landing gear with a thud that stirred up clouds of dry snow that spread like mist. Din was the first to exit the hull ramp and survey the frozen tundra. Mayfeld followed shortly behind him. Lastly, you stepped out into the frozen winter air and said,

“NOPE.” and immediately turned around to go back into the ship. However, Din caught the crook of your elbow without even looking and pulled you next to him. Din pushed some buttons on his helmet and scanned the horizon until he found the small Imperial building.

“It’s smaller than I thought it would be.” He said.

“Yeah,” Mayfield said, “Don’t let that fool you. The building is small but I can guarantee you there are numerous troopers stationed. If anything, be scared that they feel they only had to build a small structure to have their prisoners secured. It means they’re ready for us.”

“We can’t use speeder bikes.” You state, “They’ll hear them and see them against the snow immediately. That means we’re walking.”

“Oh… good….’ Mayfield starts with his words already dripping with sarcasm, “More time to spend with you.” He glares at you then starts to walk down the ramp. You and Din share a knowing look and take Mayfeld’s lead and follow behind him into the wild frozen wasteland.

The three of you lower your heads and force your way through the open glacial land. The wind lashes your bodies like a burning whip with every icy blow. Even Din was shivering in his armor when you traversed the last giant snow drift and looked down across an open glacier field that was spotted with only the imperial building.

“This has got to be a trap.” Din states, noting how quiet it is.

“Only one way to find out.” Mayfeld says climbing over the snow dune and clumsily sliding his way down to the glacier. The three of you walk without incident to the middle of the glacier field, heads on a swivel, awaiting blaster fire.

Then it happened. A storm trooper on a Taun Taun crested one of the snow drifts, took aim and shot at you.

Din immediately pulled his blaster, shot back and sent him flailing off the Taun Taun that scurried off. With that action, suddenly hundreds of Storm Troopers appeared on the horizon in every direction. You had been boxed in.

Blasters fired from every angle. Mayfeld dove behind a glacial crevasse that had upheaved itself from the ground but you and Din were left vulnerable with no where to hide. Din took numerous blaster hits to his Beskar, grunting and shouting as he was inundated from taking fire. He fell back to the ground. You crouched down then leapt into an animalistic sprint towards the line of Storm Troopers. Fire seared immediately into your body and flung you back, skidding next to Din in the snow. You trembled as you heaved your wounded body up. Din grasped you around your waist and dragged you back behind the upheaved glacial crevasse that Mayfeld had taken shelter behind. The Storm Troopers were closing in, blaster fire becoming every molecule of the air.

You weakly reached up and flung Din’s cape over his head then grabbed Mayfeld in a headlock and flung him face down into the snow, your cape over his head while crouching with him in the fetal position in the ground.

A deafening pause ensued, A white light flashed throughout the field, emerging from your body, shaking the atmosphere and sending a ripple through the snow that flung the line of Storm Troopers off their feet.

There was complete silence among the glacial field. Din slowly raised to his knees, emerging from under his cape. Mayfeld also slowly rose up. They both look around, confused to see the few concious Storm Troopers that are now regaining their footing appear to be blindly grasping at nothing.

“What was that?” Din questioned, astonished. He looks at Mayfeld who is crouched over you, unconscious in the snow.

Mayfeld looks up at Din with a terrified expression,

“She blinded them.”

Mayfeld reaches down gently and raises your face to look at him. You weakly say,

“Cape isn’t so stupid now, is it?”

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