Love

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    It wasn't long after the Strip Sabaak incident that Din saw Imogen fight. He had done enough digging before he hired her to know she was plenty capable of handling herself, but had yet to see her in action.
    They were on Coruscant, on a low enough level that the view of the sky was blocked out by towering skyscrapers. On such a population dense planet, the biometric tracking fob that Din was given was absolutely useless, but he had managed to track the quarry to a nightclub nearby. He had brought Imogen and Ruu'Eva with him this time, a decision that he didn't really like but was ultimately the best course of action, because being on Coruscant, Din really didn't want to have his pseudo-family out of his sight. While it had been a big victory against the remaining Imps on Nevarro, he knew they would likely still send people after Ruu'Eva, and it was too easy for them to get overwhelmed if separated on the city covered planet. So together they were walking on a rare outdoor platform where market stalls were set up around the perimeter and little tables were scattered throughout the space.
    "Love, kih iviin!" Imogen grumbled from slightly behind him, Ruu'Eva foregoing his bassinet today and instead being carried in his caregivers arms. She was picking up Mando'a relatively quickly, and Din wasn't sure why his heart swelled with pride and some other unnamed emotion at her using the language in public. It's not like anyone was paying attention, there were thousands of languages spoken on the planet and probably hundreds being spoken within hearing distance, but all the same Din felt his mouth quirk up in a smile. He paused in his long strides and waited for Imogen to be at his side, and then started walking again at the same pace. It wasn't until he looked down that he noticed the comical speed with which Imogen's legs were moving. Since she was so much shorter than him she had to take two steps to match one of his, so next to him she looked like a small dog who was trying to keep up with their owner on a walk. Din huffed out a chuckle, finally slowing his pace slightly.
    Once they crossed the square and came to the club entrance, Din turned to Imogen.
    "Stay here," he ordered, and Imogen nodded, walking over to one of the tables and plopping herself down.
    "Kick ass," she said, and Din just shook his head with a fond sigh as he turned to collect the quarry.

    Imogen watched the Mandalorian disappear into the club, bouncing Ruu'Eva on her lap. Once he was out of her sight, her attention turned fully to the child, watching him coo and look around. Her brow furrowed when a shadow came over her, and she tilted her head up to see a human man with no less than three blasters visible on him, as well as what she was pretty sure was a grenade attached to his belt.
    "Cute kid," he gruffed out, voice scratchy and grating on Imogen's ears. Her grip on Ruu'Eva tightened.
    "Thanks," she muttered, keeping her eyes on him. The two had an intense stare off, and Imogen wasn't sure whether he was just a random local looking to pick a fight or somebody after the kid, at least until she saw his friend approaching her to her left. The other man's hands were twitching, looking as if he were about to grab something, and it didn't take a genius to realize he planned to grab the child. Imogen's face shifted to a feral sneer when he lunged. She stood quickly, her left arm securely around Ruu'Eva while she bent to grab a vibroblade from her boot.
    The man had clearly underestimated her, turning slowly, the crowded square masking the buzzing of Imogen's vibroblade. When he lunged once more Imogen unceremoniously shoved her blade through his throat, quickly pushing him off of her so he wouldn't get blood all over her and the child. He gurgled as he fell to the ground, twitching, before all movement in his body stopped. The people in the square didn't blink twice at the violence, instead they just gave the fighters a wide berth. Before she even saw his body hit the floor, Imogen spun around to face the other man, the one who had first addressed her, to see the man had drawn his vibroblade
    "Awe," the man chuckled with a smirk on his face, drawing attention to a scar that ran along his cheek and through his lip. "Mommy has claws," he sneered at her, and Imogen hissed at him, angling the side of her body that Ruu'Eva was tucked against away from him. The man's smirk widened upon seeing her sharp teeth, and Imogen almost faltered in her glare in confusion. "I thought the Empire had sent the last of your kind away to Kessel," he said casually, clearly aiming to rile Imogen up. She didn't give him the satisfaction of showing that it was working. "Maybe I'll bring you in with the kid, see if they pay extra," he shrugged, before lunging for Imogen. She hopped out of the way of his blade, slashing at his shoulder where he left an opening, but he was able to withdraw before it could land. He lunged again, aiming for Imogen's left shoulder, but when she moved to get out of the way, he quickly changed directions and pulled his blade back along her right arm, causing Imogen to let out a yelp of pain as she dropped her vibroblade.
    The man laughed cruelly as blood began to drip down Imogen's arm, and he slowly stocked towards her, no longer perceiving her as a threat now that she was unarmed. Imogen hissed at him, seeing him lower his blade and move to grab a pair of cuffs, and she took her shot, lunging for his throat.
    It was disgusting, something she had only done once before when she was desperate, but this man threatened her baby. A primal, protective instinct surged through her body as she sank her fangs into his throat, tearing his jugular out as she pulled away. The coppery taste of blood filled Imogen's mouth, and she was quick to spit the blood out of her mouth and onto the now dead bounty hunter's body. She barely noticed the now staring locals, reaching for her comm link to let the Mandalorian know there had been trouble, but she was startled when she felt a gloved hand grasp her bicep, right above Ruu'Eva's head. She whipped around, ready to show whoever dared touch her, and so close to her baby the same treatment she had just shown the bounty hunter, but she gasped and relaxed her snarl when she saw the gleaming beskar of the Mandalorian's helmet.
    "It's okay," he soothed, seeing her still tense and on alert. "I have the bounty, let's get back to the Crest," he gently directed her back across the square, and Imogen's chest heaved as she forced herself to calm down.

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