Pedro Pascal Character Imagines

This is My Way (Paz Vizsla/Din Djarin)

Summary: Devon is Din's closest friend in the Covert, despite not having taken the Creed.

"Din!" Devon squealed upon seeing her friend.

Devon was the only one in the Covert who never took the Creed. She was a gentle soul and spent most of her time in the nursery with the foundlings. She was a foundling herself and grew very close to Din as they grew up.

Devon's eyes widened upon seeing the container in Din's hand. "Your hunt was good, I'm assuming?"

"Is the Armorer in?"

"Yeah." Devon walked with Din to the forge.

Their fellow Mandalorians simply stared at them. Many didn't believe that Devon should be welcome in the Covert, but the Armorer had spoken and she was allowed to stay (despite not having taken the Creed).

Din set the container in front of the Armorer and opened it.

It was filled with Beskar.

"Stars," Devon breathed. She'd never seen so much Beskar in her life. "All this for one bounty?"

The Armorer pulled out a few bars, setting them aside. "This amount can be shaped many ways," she said, as Mandalorians started to gather.

"My armor has lost its integrity. I may need to begin again," Din told her.

"Indeed. I can form a full cuirass. This would be in order for your station."

"That would be a great honor."

"I must warn you. It will draw many eyes."

Devon snorted in amusement. Din and their kind already drew attention to themselves wherever they went.

The Armorer's helmet titled slightly in her direction.

"Sorry." Devon groaned inwardly as Paz approached Din.

The two had had a rivalry ever since they were children. Paz was large and intimidating, whereas Din was on the smaller size. But Din made up for his size in cleverness and swiftness.

Paz picked up the brick of Beskar. "These were cast in an Imperial smelter. These are the spoils of the Great Purge. The reason that we live hidden like sand rats." Paz tossed the Beskar on the table.

"And now it's been returned to the Tribe," Devon snapped, "That's all that matters."

"I don't believe I asked you, aruetii (traitor)."

The Armorer calmly picked up the Beskar brick and placed it back on the pile. "Our secrecy is our survival. Our survival is our strength."

"Our strength was once in our numbers." Paz turned to Devon. "But you wouldn't know anything about that. Now we live in the shadows and only come above ground one at a time. Our world was shattered by the Empire, with whom this coward shares tables."

Devon pulled out her Beskar knife, the only bit of Beskar she had, ready to defend Din if he needed.

Paz grabbed Din's helmet, causing Din to grab his arm. Devon sprang into action as Paz manhandled Din.

Din pulled out his own dagger and went for Paz's throat, but his arm was too short.

Being the smallest in the group, Devon slithered between the two men.

Paz felt the tip of her blade at his throat.

"Pick on someone your own size, Paz," Devon said sweetly.