The Mandalorians - an OC Fanfic

The Child - Part 2

Warnings: canon typical violence, strong cussing, mild injury

(Din does say something in Mando'a at the end, but there's a translation right next to it, don't worry)

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The farmer helped them reach the Jawas. The Jawas had stopped their tank, and were pulling out things for trade. As they pulled up, the Jawas exclaimed excitedly at the sight of the farmer, but became hostile and pulled out their weapons at the sight of the Mandalorians.

"They really don't like you for some reason," the farmer commented.

"Well I did disintegrate a few of them," Mando said.

Small Mando shrugged. "They're just petty that we're back to trade with them."

"You need to drop your rifle and pistol," the farmer told them.

The Mandalorians said in unison, "We're Mandalorians. Weapons are part of our religion."

"Then you're not getting your parts back," the farmer said.

The Mandalorians exchanged glances through their t-shaped visiors, sighed, and put their weapons away. They started to get off the sled (which had been pulled there by a blurrg), and a Jawa with a short, wide rifle pointed and squawked angrily.

"And your blasters," the farmer translated, turning to Small Mando, and gesturing to her holsters.

Small Mando threw her hands up. "Are you serious!? I don't even have 'em out!"

Mando looked at her, tilting his head apologetically. They looked at each other for a second, having a silent conversation only they could understand.

Finally, she grumbled, "Fine..." and set her blasters down next to Mando's rifle. Then she and Mando joined the farmer, sitting on a blanket across from the Jawas in the shade of their fortress. The child stayed over in the sled, watching them intently and curiously.

The Jawa that seemed to be in charge said something, and the farmer translated, "They will trade all of the parts for the beskar."

"Absolutely not," the Mandalorians said furiously at the same time.

Mando added, "These are our parts, we shouldn't have to trade anything." He pointed at the Jawas, "They stole them from us."

The Jawa said something to him, and he fired back in Jawaese, clumsily stumbling over the words. The Jawas laughed at him- most of the words Small Mando didn't understand, but she did recognize the word Wookie, and she could tell by the Jawa's tone that it was taunting Mando.

She growled, "That's it!" And jumped up, firing a collum of fire from the flamethrower on her arm guard and trying to tackle the lead Jawa to the ground.

Mando was about to join her, but the farmer stopped them both, yanking them back to sitting on the ground and blocking their arms from attacking again.

The farmer told her not to attack the Jawas, as it would only make them more hostile, and she sighed.

Small Mando did take a deep breath however, at least trying to heed his advice, and told the farmer, "Tell them that the beskar is off the table. We're not trading it."

The farmer told the Jawas so, and then he and the Jawas went back and forth for a second. The lead Jawa jumped up, pointing at the sled.

Both the Mandalorians whipped around to see a few other Jawas looking at the child like a piece of candy. They both yelled at the Jawas to back off, and get away from it.

Small Mando started to get up, growling angrily, "If they don't get away from it-"

The farmer grabbed her arm. "Don't start a fight you can't finish."