The Mandalorian's Bounties | Din Djarin

Chapter 6 | The Prisoner (Part 3)

"You okay?" He asks, grabbing her hand. She nods and squeezes his hand.

"I'm perfect." She says. The group approaches them.

"Make sure you clean up your mess." Mayfeld says as he passes. Xi'an passes without a word, and Burg slams Din's shoulder with his own as he walks by.

"I'm gonna kill them." She mutters. Din chuckles beside her and she smiles. He tightens his grip on her hand as the group continues on.

"It seems your presence has been detected. Redirecting security alert away from your position." Zero announces. 

"Z, open the door!" Mayfeld says.

"But I'm detecting an organic signature." The droid replies.

"Yeah, okay. All right. Just open the door!" He says. The door opens and the group enters.

"Stop!" A man says, jumping out of his chair and pointing a blaster at them. "Just stop right there." He says nervously as the group points their own weapons back at him. "You put down the blasters right now." He says, backing up as the group moves further into the room.

"Nice shoes." Mayfeld says, making Cordelia roll her eyes.

"Put down your blasters." The man repeats.

"Matches his belt." Mayfeld continues. Burg and Xi'an laugh.

"There were only supposed to be droids on this ship." Din says. The man turns and points his blaster at Din. Mayfeld moves to the screens.

"Hang on, hang on. Let's see here. Uh...Cell two-two-one. All right, now for our well-dressed friend." He says and turns to the man, who reaches into his pocket and pulls out a tracking beacon. "Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa. Hey, hey. Easy. Easy, egghead. Put that down. Put that down. Come on."

"Easy." Din adds.

"Put it down now!" Mayfeld says, pointing his blaster at the man.

"Easy. Nobody has to get hurt here. Just calm down." Din tells them.

"What is that thing?" Burg asks.

"It's a tracking beacon." He explains.

"He presses that thing, we're all done. A New Republic attack team will hone in on that signal and blow us all to hell. Put it down!" Mayfeld says.

"Are you serious?" Xi'an asks from her seat.

"Yes, I'm serious." He says.

"You didn't think we needed to know that tiny little detail?" She asks.

"I didn't think we'd get to this point." He says.

"Yet here we are." She says, causing Mayfeld to approach her.

"Are you questioning my managerial style, Xi'an?

"We're surrounded by idiots." Cordelia mutters to Din. Xi'an chuckles.

"No, sir." She says, saluting him with her knife.

"Hey. Listen to me." Din says, getting the attention of the man while Mayfeld is distracted. "Hey, hey, hey. Listen to me, okay?" He says, holstering his blaster and raising his hands. Cordelia does the same. "Look. Put it down." He says.

"Are you two crazy?" Mayfeld asks.

"Put it down." Din repeats. 

"What's your name?" Cordelia asks the man with a smile, trying to assure him that they don't want to hurt him.

"It's Davan." He stutters.

"Davan. We're not here for you. We're here for a prisoner." She says. Din nods.

"If you let us go about our job, you can walk away with your life." He adds.

"No, he won't." Mayfeld says, pointing his blaster at Davan who turns and points his blaster right back at him.

"Quit being an idiot!" Cordelia tells Mayfeld as she and Din point their blasters at him.

"You realize what you're gonna bring down on us?" Din asks.

"You think I care about that?" He retorts.

"We're not killing anybody, you understand." He says.

"Get that blaster out of my face, Mando." Mayfeld says.

"I can't do that." He replies.

"Get that blaster out of my face, Mando!" He repeats, the blaster on his back coming out to point at Din. Burg growls and points his blaster at Din. Cordelia spins around and points her blaster at him, glaring.

"Don't you idiot." She says. Suddenly Davan stumbles into the controls before falling to the floor, a knife sticking out of his neck. She gasps softly, lowering her blaster.

"Would you all just shut up?" Xi'an says, rising from her seat.

"Crazy Twi." Mayfeld says, holstering his blasters. "I had it under control." He says.

"Yeah. Looked like it." Xi'an replies with a chuckle as she retrieves her knife. As the room quiets they hear a rapid beeping.

"Was that thing blinking before? Was it?" He asks, staring at the tracking beacon.

"Zero to Mayfeld. Zero to Mayfeld." The droid says over the commlink.

"What?" Mayfeld snaps.

"I've detected a New Republic distress signal honing in on your location. You have approximately twenty minutes." He says.

"We only need five." Xi'an says before turning and leaving the room. The others follow her. Din moves to, but sees Cordelia standing still and staring at Davan's body.

"Delia?" Din says softly. She doesn't move, so he grabs her chin and tilts her head so she has to look at him. His heart aches when he sees the unshed tears in her eyes.

"He was innocent. He was just trying to do his job. He probably had a family." She whispers. Din sighs and pulls her into a hug. He cradles her head to his chest and she grips his undershirt between the beskar armor. After a moment she pulls away and wipes her eyes.

"Breakdown over. Time to work." She says. She shakes her head once before turning and following after the group. Din quickly catches up to her and slips his hand into hers, softly squeezing. She looks over at him and smiles, squeezing his hand back.

"As soon as this is over, we'll talk." He says quietly. She nods and they rejoin the group.