Across the Universe | D. Djarin

The mandalorian

I tried my best to ignore the rowdy man as he stalked over to us, but when I heard the word "Mando." Pass his lips, I glanced over at him.

Once the man had made it to the bar, he stood on the other side of Mando and leered over at him. I eyed him suspiciously as he continued to yell at him.

The man behind the bar leaned over and spoke to him. "He says you spilled his drink."

Mando didn't reply and I couldn't help but roll my eyes at the man who was making a scene. All this fuss over a spilt drink?

"It's fine." The man said again. "It's on me." He was clearly trying to keep the peace, to stop a fight happening in his bar. I had a feeling that a fight was going to break out regardless of what he said. I have seen too many bar fights in my time traveling with Mando.

I suddenly felt like there was a presence leering over my shoulder, I turned my head and saw another man standing far too close to me. My breath hitched in my throat for a moment before I pushed down the small amount of fear. I couldn't let this man think that he had startled me in the slightest.

He was clearly trying to intimidate the both of us, and it almost worked. But I chose to glare at him and attempt to push him out of the way.

A third man suddenly appeared on my left side. I clenched my jaw tightly in anger, I don't like feeling cornered like this. Especially by men who could use a good wash.

The man next to the Mandalorian scratched his knife down Mando's chest, checking his armor and causing it to have another scratch. I cringed slightly at the sound and the sight of the damage. If a fight wasn't going to break out before, it sure would now. 

The bartender then came back with another drink for the Man. "Here."

He placed the drink on the table and slid it down to the man. My eyes followed its trajectory. However, Mando suddenly shot his hand out and stopped the cup from going any further and a  fight immediately broke out.

Mando elbowed the man behind him causing the men to stumble backwards and give us some room. I glanced over at Mando and saw him raise the cup in his hand. I immediately ducked my head down as he brought it into the man's face, the one who had been standing to my left and breathing loudly in my ear.

I flinched slightly as the glass shattered above my head. I stood up and came face to face with the other man who had been standing over my shoulder. I quickly made the first move and grabbed his head, shoving his face into the side of the counter and knocking him unconscious.

The man who had been the most vocal suddenly lunged at Mando's face with a long knife. Mando managed to catch his arm and twist it behind his back. I flinched slightly at the sound of his bone breaking. The man screamed out in pain and fell to the floor.

I heard the sound of the doors opening and glanced over in its direction. A man was attempting to flee the cantina while he still had the chance. However, Mando shot out a wire from his wrist and caught the man around his ankle. Knocking him face down in the snow.

Mando started to drag the man back in, but the man turned and shot at him, the blast barely missing his shoulder.

Mando reacted quickly, he whipped out his own blaster and shot the control panel for the door. Causing it to snap shut and cut the man in half.

I flinched and glanced away from the scene. The blood covering the walls, floor and the automatic door was making me feel slightly uneasy. It's not that I've never seen blood before, I just didn't want to look at a man that had been cut in half by an automatic door.

Mando then turned to face me, he tilted his helmet at me in a form of silent communication. After traveling and living with the man for quite a while, I had learned how to read him like a book.