"Looks like we're going to Morak."
"Yeah. Fett, punch in the coordinates for Morak," ordered Din.
"Copy that."
Morak had a refinery for rhydonium, a highly explosive substance. This added extra danger to their endeavor.
"I'm not gonna need long inside so once I get the coordinates you guys gotta get me the hell out of there," said Mayfeld.
They weren't letting him go alone, convinced he would betray them. He had done so before, after all.
Cara and Fennec were no-goes, both wanted by the ISB and would trigger the alarm.
"Fett?" asked Din.
"Let's just say they might recognize my face."
"Looks like it's just me then," said Aula.
"Aula, this is a mining base," Din reminded her.
"I know. But this is about Leo, not me. No time to be afraid."
"I'll go," he decided.
"Hey buddy, I might be good at fast talking," said Mayfeld. "But I don't think I can explain away a guy in a Mando suit to Imperial guards. So unless you're gonna take off that helmet, it's gonna be me going in with your girlfriend."
"Aula, you stay behind, and I'll go with Mayfeld."
"No, Din, he's right, you'll stick out like a droid in a garden."
"You stay here with the others."
"No," she protested. "If you're going, then I'm definitely going too. We're riddur."
"What now?" asked Mayfeld.
"Riddur, it's Mando'a. It means partner. We're riddurs, and with Leo we're our Clan of Three. So I'm going."
"What about this guy?" Mayfeld nodded to Din.
"I'm going, but I won't be showing my face."
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"Oh, look at this!" scoffed Mayfeld. "Oh, the shame. Now that right there is worth the price of admission."
"Wish I could say it looked good on you, but I'd be lying," Cara said.
"Yeah, it's not the most flattering," agreed Aula, adjusting her own suit.
The three had stolen suits from the mining troopers in order to sneak inside the base.
"Just take out the rooftop gunners, or we're never getting out of here," Din said.
"We've got you," Cara assured him.
He handed over his own beskar armour. "Take care of this. Keep it safe."
"I will."
Helmets on, seated in the transport truck, they were off.
"Hey, how's it feel?" Mayfeld asked Din from the driver's seat. "Hey, come on man, at least you still get to wear a helmet, right? As for me, I'm taking this off. I don't know how you people wear these things." Din said nothing.
"It is rather stuffy under here," Aula agreed, taking off her own helmet."
"Ah yeah, feels better when it's off," said Mayfeld, clearly trying to nudge Din into removing his. "You can breathe, and you can actually see."
"And I thought I talked a lot," said Aula. "Now I finally understand your pain."
And Mayfeld didn't stop. "Hey, I'm just a realist. I'm a survivor, just like you."
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