Darasuum // Din Djarin Mandalorian ♠️

Chapter Twenty-Four - Truth

Word Count: 2,952 words. 

Warnings: None. 

"So, let me get this straight," Mayfield, "that day that I thought my aim was off, really you had just meddled with my blaster?"

I laughed, holding up my drink. "Yes, you were being insufferable that day."

He shook his head, leaning his forearm against the bar. It was a makeshift cantina in the bottom of the ship. It looked like it had originally been a weapons room of some sort, large in size but with a low roof.

"I got punished for that," he argued, a smile on his face.

"You can handle a few lashes," I told him. "May I add that this is not from Tatooine?"

Miggs sighed. "I had to get you down here somewhere and you're obsession with that planet is one of the only things I knew that could."

Placing the glass down, I shook my head. "I hated the sand, but it was the first place that felt like home after the Empire."

He nodded. "I get that." There was a small pause before he continued. "Now... tell me how the hell you ended up with a Mandalorian."

Letting out a heavy breath, I thanked the man behind the bar as he poured me another drink. "That is a long story."

"Start from the beginning. When I left."

"Well..." I began, trying to decide where the best place to start was. "Not long after, I found my father again."

"The Jedi?" he posed; forehead creased in confusion.

"Yep. He had been living in Tatooine, in the dunes. Been going by the name Old Ben. He was helping a kid, Luke Skywalker."

"The Luke Skywalker? Pilot with a stick up his ass that destroyed the Empire?"

I shrugged. "Han, Chewie and I gave them passage, originally just to Alderaan but... that exploded. We got pulled into the plot and before we knew it, Han and I were war heroes."

"Holy shit," Mayfield cursed. "You were that pilot. The Force User that helped destroy the Death Star and defended Endor from Troopers, I should have fucking known."

"I mean, me a hero? I don't blame you, it isn't really my style."

Miggs nodded as I took another sip of my drink. "So what about your dad, where's he at?"

My hand froze, rim of the glass against my lips. I dropped it to the table. "He's dead."

My friend sighed. "Kriff Kar," he breathed.

Miggs Mayfield knew my real name. After all, it was the one that I had used as a soldier in the Empire. He didn't like the full thing, Karishma and so he often opted for the shortened version. I smiled, despite not associating myself with that name anymore. For old time's sake.

"I barely knew him, it wasn't a big thing," I tried.

"He was your father. After what you told me happened to your mother and Maul kidnapping you, it must have hurt to lose him, newly reunited or not."

I sniffled, blinking quickly as to try and stop the tears that formed. "He got himself killed, wasn't anyone's fault but his own."

I knew that he noticed and so I was thankful as he changed the subject. However, he only broached another concerning topic. "What's the deal with the Mandalorian? I remember how much you said you hated them."