Across the Universe | D. Djarin

The enemy of my enemy

I shifted my wait onto my left leg as I stood behind Boba Fett's pilot chair. Out the window of his ship was a massive scrap yard. There were piles and piles of broken parts of ships and machinery. I could see several large droids that almost looked like AT-AT's though they weren't quite as monstrous in size.

So, this is where Mayfeld ended up after we got him arrested by the New Empire. I couldn't help but think that it was deserved, especially after everything he did to us on that New Republic ship. I was tempted to ask Cara about Xi'an, but I chose to bite my tongue. There was no need to let a little bit of jealousy or anger shine out when it wasn't needed. Even though she has tried to kill me, I was here with Din, and she was locked up somewhere.

"You ready?" Din voice broke me out of my thoughts.

"Yeah, I'm ready." I replied over my shoulder. I took one last glance out the window before I turned on my heels and walked with Din over to the ship's hatch.

I walked just behind Din, it looked like the others had already exited the ship. The familiar, annoying voice of Mayfeld drifted through the open hatch.

"You know, for a second, I thought you were this other guy." Mayfeld said with fear in his voice, I suppose that he had met Boba Fett, then.

Din and I walked down the ramp into the open air. The comedic timing of our arrival was not lost on me as Mayfeld's face contorted from a relieved smile into a fearful expression.

Din and I walked straight up to him. I fought the urge to wrinkle my nose at the intense smell of the scrap yard. The overwhelming stench of metal and oil wasn't exactly pleasant, though I suppose it could be worse.

"Mayfeld." Din greeted him.

"Hey, Mando...Celeste." He Said awkwardly, he could hardly bring himself to look up at us. "Long time."

"Hey, sweetheart." I said jokingly. Mayfeld let out a humorless laugh at my subtle jab.

"What, you came here to kill me?" Mayfeld asked as he looked between the two of us and our companions.

"All you need to know is I bent a lot of rules to bring you along." Cara said, having been the one to break him out. 

"Why am I so lucky?" Mayfeld asked

"Because you're imperial." Cara stated

"Hey, that was a long time ago, all right?" Mayfeld said defensively.

"You still know your imperial clearances and protocols, don't you?" Din asked him

Mayfeld didn't respond, but his expression alone told us that he did. The group turned around and began to walk back up the ramp to Boba Fett's ship.

I turned on my heels and walked up the ramp that led back inside. I could hear Din's footsteps following after me. Let's just hope that this incredibly reckless plan of ours actually works. Because if it doesn't, I don't think there is another way to get Grogu back.

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I exhaled softly as I lent back in my chair. I couldn't help but look suspiciously over at Mayfeld, the last time we had worked together it hadn't ended well. Fennec Shand was sitting in the chair next to Mayfeld while Cara was sitting to my left.

The ship began to take off, causing the walls of the ship around us to spin around. I felt mesmerized as I watched the walls move. Din walked over and took a seat beside me, he immediately got down to business with Mayfeld.

"We need coordinates for Moff Gideon's cruiser." Din told him.

The walls finally fell into place and stopped spinning, revealing several large windows. Even though I missed the razor crest with my whole heart, I couldn't help but marvel at Boba Fett's ship.