Broken Soul | Din Djarin

chapter thirty-six: thawed heart

The blaring alarm makes the both of you fly out of bed, stumbling over one another in the dark with the blanket still wrapped around you. You both fall to the floor, and Din manages to turn so that you land on top of him instead of the metal floor. Mutterings and swears fall from your lips as you both try to untangle yourselves from the cloth.

"Shit!"

"Dank farrick!"

You help Din off the ground, feeling around in the darkness for your boots as you stumble to the door. Din is close behind you, reaching out to hit the controls when you smack his hand away.

"Din! Your armor!"

"Shit." Din stumbles back to the bed, tripping over the blanket you laid crumpled on the ground.

"You get situated. I'll deal with the alarm," you hiss, hopping on one foot as you put your boots on.

"Wait!"

Your eyes widen in the dark when Din grabs you by your shoulders, spinning you around to face him.

"Wha-"

A soft noise of surprise falls from your lips when Din's crashes over them. When he pulls away, leaving you breathless, you stare into the darkness in shock, momentarily forgetting the alarm that's blaring through the ship.

"Okay, you can go now." He kisses you again, softer this time, and his voice is just as soft and full of warmth. "Good morning, ner cyar'ika."

"Good morning, ner cyare," you giggle, shoving him away lightly before turning and opening the door. You leave as quickly as you can, not looking back when the door closes as you fly up the ladder to the cockpit.

The Frog lady is asleep in her chair, completely oblivious to the alarm, as you fall into the seat, spinning around to start messing with the controls on the dash.

"We have someone on comms," you mutter to yourself, flicking the controls to make the connection to the ship.

"Razor Crest, M-One-Eleven. Come in, Razor Crest. Do you copy?"

You look up from the controls to see two X-Wings lowering to hover on either side of the cockpit, pinning you in place.

"Shit," you hiss to yourself before hitting the audio controls. You can hear Din banging around in the hull, no doubt trying to put on armor while getting up the ladder. "This is Razor Crest. Is there a problem, officers?"

"We noticed your transponder is not emitting."

"Yes, we're pre-Empire surplus," you say slowly, looking between the two ships as you speak. "We're not required to run a beacon." A small smile of satisfaction flickers over your lips as this moment proves that your questions about the Crest when you first started flying with Din are paying off.

The door behind you slides open as Din stumbles into the room, freezing when he sees the ships hovering outside. You raise your hand to signal him to remain quiet as they speak again.

"That was before. This sector is under New Republic jurisdiction. All craft are required to run a beacon."

"Thank you for letting me know." You glance up at Din with urgency in your eyes, unsure of what to do. "I'll let my partner know and we'll get right on it."

You hold your breath as you await their response. Din is slowly moving to stand behind the pilot's seat, listening intently.

"Not a problem. Safe travels."

"May the Force be with you," you say slowly, the feeling of the old words comfortable on your tongue.

"And also with you."