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𝗦𝗣𝗔𝗖𝗘
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"Mmm..." Mando groaned, his eyes slowly starting to open as he came to his senses. His head was pulsing, sending aching pains through his body. He struggled to lift his head to glance out the window, watching as the ship shot through the night.
The starry sky was a stark contrast to the discomfort he currently felt. It was peaceful and put him at ease. He had forgotten how truly beautiful space is. It wasn't often when he could sit back and enjoy the alluring view, but it was more infatuating now than he could ever remember.
At first, he thought he had fallen asleep while navigating the ship. Working solo left him very few opportunities to get a few minutes of rest. It wasn't uncommon for his body to shut down and force him to sleep.
This was not the case.
When he finally looked away from the window, he found a young woman sitting in his chair in front of the control panel. He tried to stand but he couldn't move. His hands and feet were tied to the chair with a thin rope that dug into his skin through his clothing.
Mando struggled against the restraints, creating quite the ruckus as he did so. The noise carried through the cockpit, catching the attention of Myrah in the pilots seat. She spun around in the chair, her bright brown eyes widening before she set the ship on auto-pilot.
"You've woken up." She spoke blankly.
"Who are you?" He grumbled, feeling dizzy as he tried to piece together who she was.
"I'm taking over the mission for you. That's all you need to know." A small, sadistic grin stretched across her lips as she held up the tracking fob she stole from him. "The ship is already set for Arvala-7. I'll fetch the asset and be back in no time. Don't worry, though. I'm not going to kill you or anything."
"How kind." He looked up to find her gaze raking over him like a predator would its prey. "Myrah." He whispered as everything began to click into place. "That's your name, isn't it?"
"Congratulations, you remembered someone's name. Would you like a gold star?"
She clapped her hands together and rolled her eyes, leaning nonchalantly against the cold wall. In any other scenario, the Mandalorian would have found her sarcasm rather amusing.
Now it was just annoying.
"Let me go." He demanded.
"Well, since you asked so nicely, of course I'll untie you! While I'm at it, how about I hand you the rope and we can switch places."
