Across the Universe | D. Djarin

The mandalorian

The snow fell heavily from the sky. Covering the path ahead in a blanket of white. The ability to see more than a foot ahead was hindered. Most people would say that the small white flakes falling from the sky and settling on the ground were beautiful. And usually I'd agree, if it weren't for the way the cold settled deep in my bones.

The wind whipped harshly against my cheeks and whipped my hair around. I sighed in irritation as I tried to push it out of my face. The high winds and extremely low temperature made a shiver run down my spine, but I tried to hide it from my companion.

I shot a look in his direction to see if he had noticed, but he continued to stare ahead. Not that he would make a comment if he had, maybe chastise me for not wearing enough layers.

The mandalorian walked slightly ahead of me, but close enough to help if the need arised. He never strayed too far, but he knew well enough that I could handle myself.

The snow was up to my ankles, threatening to close in on my calves. My feet were numb and starting to get damp, which was not helping my mood whatsoever. I cursed this icy planet in my head, this bounty couldn't have chosen a warmer planet to hide out on?

Apart from the howling wind and the noise of the bounty hunters footsteps, there was a soft, echoing beeping that had been continuously making noise in one second intervals ever since we landed here.

The fob that led us to the bounty was flashing a bright red. I kept hoping that we would get there sooner. Even my ears were starting to feel numb, could you even feel your ears normally?

Even though I loved the beauty of the snow, I never dealt well with the cold. Mando would confirm that I'm always complaining when we go to cold planets.

The mandalorian halted in his tracks, causing me to pause right behind him so I wouldn't run into his back. I took a glance over his shoulder to take a look at what had stopped him.

From over his broad shoulder, I could see a small town in the distance. There was a large building in the Center of the town just ahead of us, it looked to be a cantina.

I glanced over at the Mandalorian, and he continued to stare straight ahead at the cantina. Though I wasn't very surprised that he hadn't noticed my staring, how good was his peripheral vision in that helmet anyway?

Eventually, he must have felt my eyes burning a hole in the side of his beskar helmet and he turned his head. His dark, T-shaped visor met my gaze.

I could make out my own reflection in his visor, it was slightly distorted from the curve of his helmet, but it was clear to see that I was freezing.

Without having to say anything, the man gave me a curt nod before he turned and began walking straight for the door to the cantina. I followed after him wordlessly. I didn't need verbal communication from him to know what his intentions were.

We walked over to the entrance of the cantina. The round, automatic doors slid open to reveal the inside of the building. It wasn't as warm as I hoped it would be, but it would do for now.

A group of men turned and looked at us when the round door opened up. I felt slightly uncomfortable by all the stares, but I quickly shook off the feeling. One of them shouted something at us, but I didn't catch what he said. I'm not familiar with the language that he was speaking.

Mando took a step in first, walking straight up to the bar. The whole room had fallen silent to watch him as he strutted into the establishment. Though I know that if I said that to his face, he might strand me somewhere. He would never admit to strutting, ever.

I stepped through the door after him and it slid shut behind me. I strode through the establishment with confidence in my step, even though I didn't feel confident. But no one had to know that. I walked up to the bar and stood next to Mando. The same man who had yelled at him before began to shout again.