Darasuum // Din Djarin Mandalorian ♠️

Chapter Sixteen - Sorgan

Word Count: 2,832 words.

Warnings: None. 

I couldn't sleep. We'd been travelling through hyperspace for three days and I haven't even closed my eyes to attempt to get some rest. I feared that I would see him again. That cruel, smiling face. The blazing fire on Nevarro had reminded me of that day. The day I escaped the only place I had ever called home. The day of the Purge.

The truth was, that day was all but erased from my mind. I didn't remember the events or the conversations had. I couldn't picture what Mandalore looked like as it burned to the ground but there was one image that I couldn't escape. Maul. Walking down the halls of the Palace towards me, The Death Watch at his back, lightsaber in hand. The fire behind him blazed with the fury of a thousand Gods and I was frozen to my spot.

There was a sudden shout that brought me from my thoughts. I stopped turning the coin in between my fingers and turned away from the cockpit window. "Mando?" I called out, rising to my feet.

Placing the coin into my pocket safely, I began to move towards the hanger bay. Poking my head in, I found that he wasn't there. It was where I had left him earlier that day, repairing the landing gear. The one that Greef Carga had tried to destroy when we left Nevarro.

I sighed, turning to the hidden compartment where the small creature we had kidnapped slept. I smiled at the green child, jealous of his ability to rest so peacefully. He didn't have a single worry in this world, unlike those around him.

We had risked everything to save him from the Empire and I didn't regret it. I knew where he was going. To be experimented I like I was or to be used and exploited by a monster like Maul. I couldn't let that happen, but I wasn't sure why Mando agreed to it. He was a cute kid, but bore no relation to the Mandalorian. Perhaps he just... couldn't let a kid suffer.

The shout came again, this time from the other side of the ship. I closed the pod, leaving the child to sleep and made my way towards the back of the ship. Where his room was. I brought my eyes to the ground as I opened the door to his room. The lights were on. "Mando?" I called out, scanning the floor for any sign of the bounty hunter.

"No," I heard him mutter before spotting the backs of his legs sat in the chair beneath his desk. Turning my eyes up, I noticed that he had fallen asleep, face pressed again the table. His helmet was off. I couldn't see his face, but I could see the back of his head. The curly brown hair. I almost gasped at the small piece of the Mandalorian that had been revealed to me.

The Children of the Watch. They were such extremists. Survivalists. The leaders of their Creed predicted the fall of Mandalore long before The Death Watch betrayed their own people. They left and sought to find foundlings.

The Watch never settled anywhere. They had coverts and homes but they were always ready to leave if things turned. They never committed themselves to a planet or to a people. They were nomads but they were Mandalorian.

I ached to see his face. To put an image to the man, but I couldn't do that to him. I had the power to tell him to take his mask off and face me. Only because of who I used to be. I had the right to see him, but he didn't know that and I didn't need him to.

Closing my eyes, I reached out to tap his shoulder gently. "Din," I tried.

He was awake within seconds, hands pushing me backwards. My back hit the wall and suddenly there was a knife placed against my neck. I fought the urge to open my eyes and fight back. "Mando, its me," I tried, hands wrapped tightly around his forearms. His armour was off. "Mando..."