The Mandalorian ~ Reader Inserts

First Impressions (Part 5)

Summary: The desert accustomed girl finds a bump in the road on her exciting adventure with the mysterious Mandalorian.

Warnings: Just heartfelt love for Mando.

Word Count: 3355

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Dark bruises littered your skin as you sat in one of the two copilot seats the Bounty Hunter had in the Razor Crest, the cold air breezed through the ship as gentle cooing caught your attention. The Mandalorian had just sat in the chair, looking far out into the vast galaxy as you watched him do so.

The slow hum drum of the engines lulled you into a conscious and unconscious realm where you watched the world about you with hooded eyes and a foggy brain. Sitting with your head back onto the cushiony head rest you had propped your legs onto the console, making your tailbone throb as the pressure of your relaxed body came tumbling down.

"We are going to land soon, I suggest you stay in the ship, I have... business to attend to." Getting into range of the large grey planet you kicked off your feet, slowly rolling out your numb legs and stretched your back.

Hearing a happy gurgle and coo you looked over to the floating orb beside you, "Well hello there, guess were going to be staying-"

"The child is coming with me."

His voice was harsh, curt, with no room for comment. Shutting your mouth you nearly gave the back of the chrome dome a harsh glare. Resuming to look at the child you noticed how its' beady eyes look at you with wonder, gently grabbing onto your finger you dangled above it.

A slight throb had been burning at the back of your skull and every so often your vision would blur as the world seemed to spin. It had started to happen just after you awoke on the cot of the stranger. He wanted you to rest, saying that 'sleep would heal everything'. You had rolled your eyes at him but took him up on his offer.

You wish you hadn't. The headaches were more propionate each minute that went by as you flew through space. Spikes of pain would shoot up your spine at spastic times as you tried to find a comfortable position on the cot, resulting you in abandoning the 'bed' and sitting in the copilot seat.

With a sickening lurch the ship came to a halt as the engines revved down, cooling themselves off after such a log flight. But as you got up, the Bounty Hunter rested a gloved hand on your shoulder, making you pause mid rise.

"I said you are staying on the ship." Holstering a pistole into his belt holster he commanded the floating egg structure to follow him down and towards the lowering runway.

"But why are taking-"

"It is business, just stay on the ship, I'll be back in a few hours." And with that he turned his back on you as he walked down the ramp and away.

Resting back into your seat you closed your eyes, feeling your tense shoulders loosen a fair amount as you tried to calm your mind. Reaching out your hand you try to grab onto the tendrils of the surrounding life forces.

You had heard of Force healing, but you thought it to preposterous to try and use it. Hell, you weren't even a real Jedi, just another Force user wannabe.

But you were desperate. 

Desperate enough to find relief in the mystical Force that you hadn't believed in for the majority of your life. It felt like hours had gone by, with you foolishly stretching out your hand, seeming to grasp at nothing but thin air.