Pedro Pascal Character Imagines

Fresh Start (Din Djarin)

Summary: While traveling to Tatooine, a young woman asks to sit next to him.

Din sat down in his seat and got settled the best he could. He felt naked without his weapons. He heard a throat clear and looked up.

A young woman stood there clutching a bag to her chest. "Could I sit here?"

Din just stared at her.

"It's fine. I'll sit somewhere else," she said. As she started to walk off, Din finally spoke. "You can sit here."

"Huh?" she asked.

"You...you can sit here." He moved his jetpack to the floor and the young woman sat next to him.

To his surprise, she didn't try to make conversation with him. Most people found his quiet nature off-putting.

They sat there in silence for about an hour until the child of the Rodian's in front of them poked its head over the top of the seat.

Din looked at it as it waved to him. The color of the child's skin reminded him of Grogu. It seemed like everything these days made him think of his son.

The woman next to him waved to it and it smiled until its parent tapped them on the shoulder. The Rodian child turned around and sat back down.

Din reached into the pocket of his flight suit and pulled out the small package the Amorer had forged for Grogu before he was cast out of the tribe. The way she had tied it made it resemble Grogu's ears.

"That's for someone special isn't it?" the woman asked.

Din debated on saying nothing at all, but he needed someone to talk to. "It's for...for my son."

"Oh! Does he live on Tatooine?"

Din shook his head as he rubbed the ends of the ties between his fingers. Grogu used to love it when Din rubbed the tips of his ears.

"Well, I'm sure he'll love it. Whatever it is. You care about him a lot." Even though she couldn't see his face, she knew he loved him. It rolled off of him in waves.

"You meeting someone on Tatooine?" Din asked her.

"Um, no. Going there for a fresh start."

"And you're traveling alone? Not very safe."

"Why do you think I'm sitting next to you?"

Din smiled under his helmet.

"Got out of a rough relationship and I just couldn't stay there anymore."

"He hit you?"

The woman just nodded.

Din carefully extended his hand to her. "Mando." He didn't need anyone else knowing his name, but since he technically wasn't a Mandalorian anymore he wasn't sure it even mattered.

The woman took his hand and shook it. "Eilina, but you can call me Lina."

"So what are you going to do when you reach Tatooine?" Eilina shrugged.

"Look for a job probably. I worked in a cantina on my home planet, so maybe I can do that."

"Well I've got a friend in Mos Eisley who works in a hangar at the spaceport and then I know the sheriff of Mos Pelgo."

"Wow. Friends in high places."

Din smiled. "I guess you could say that."

"I could put in a good word for you. I'll give them your name and maybe they can help you find a job."

"You...you would do that?"

Din nodded.

"Thank you."

Soon, they were arriving at the spaceport in Mos Eisley.

They got off the shuttle and Din turned to Eilina.

"Good luck with finding a job. Maybe I'll come by for a drink sometime."

"I'm sure you'll have no problem finding me, being a big bad bounty hunter and all."

Din tilted his head at her. "How did you know I was a bounty hunter?"

Eilina laughed. "You don't have to sound so paranoid. Everyone's heard of the shiny Mandalorian, the fastest bounty hunter in the galaxy."

To Din's surprise, he found himself flushing under her praise.

"When you do find me, the first drink's on the house. I hope your son likes his gift. See you around, Mando." She walked away and Din walked over to the luggage claim and used the card to open it.

He loaded himself back up with his weapons and made his way to Peli's hangar.

Eilina had come here for a fresh start.

Since Din had been declared a Mandalorian no more, maybe a fresh start is what he needed too.