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"I assume you two will want to get some rest before we land on Nevarro." Boba says leading them inside his ship. He brings them up the ramp into a room lined with six seats. Near the end of the wall next to the ladder which to the pit was a small cot. "I'll let you know when we land." Boba nods, leaving the two and climbing the ladder up, Fennec follows him.
Lana drops her helmet on one of the chairs that lined the wall. Din sits down on the rough mattress, putting his helmet in his hands. Lana walks to sit beside him. She wraps an arm around him, resting her cheek on his shoulder. "I'm so sorry Din." She whispers, bringing tears to her eyes.
He lets out a shaky breath. "We are getting him back."
"We won't stop until we do." She rubs his arm. Lana scoots back on the mattress, leaning against the wall, she takes the single pillow on the cot and sets it in her lap. Din looks at her confused, she taps the pillow gently. He lays out along the mattress, putting his head into her lap. He stares up to the ceiling letting out a deep breath.
"Do you want to take this off?" She whispers slightly touching the opening of his helmet. Din turns to look up the ladder, "Not now." He replies with his scratchy voice. She nods, letting her hand rest on his chest and the other on the top of his helmet. Lana puts her head against the wall, slowling closing her eyes as she falls asleep to the rythm of Din's breathing.
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Boba walks down the ladder to find the sleeping two. He sees Lana leaning against the wall, with Din resting on her lap. He assumes they are deep in their slumber, but Din is wide awake. Boba sighs, Fennec comes to his side. "You can tell he cares deeply about her and the child." She whispers.
"As he should. The galaxy can be an awful place for some. Having that stability can sometimes keep you alive. Give you a reason to fight." Boba says back. "Wake them." Fennec begins walking toward them, until Din puts a hand up to stop her. "Let her rest. I'll get Dune." He says siting up.
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Lana wakes, finding herself layed across the mattress with Din no longer with her. She sighs, sitting up from the bed. She looks to see Din and Cara sitting next to each other cleaning their blasters on the seats that lined the wall. "Marshal Dune?" She says groggy. Cara turns her head. "Look who's awake." She smiles. Din sets his blaster down beside him. He picks up the bunch of clothes sitting on one of the chairs across from him, bringing them to her. "Fennec had some extra if you want to change out of the armor."
"Thank you." She says accepting the clothes. Din takes a spot next to her on the bed. "Where to now?" Lana asks, looking down at the all black clothing. "We're getting Mayfeld."
Lana looks to him with wide eyes. "Mayfeld? Why him?"
"He's gonna help us get the child back. He is ex-imperial, he can get us the coordinates to Moff Gideons ship."
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Lana, Din, Boba and Fennec wait at the top of the ramp of Slave-1 for Cara to retrieve Mayfeld. Lana looks around at the field, it was a junkyard of old material and ships. Smoke rose from spots which created a cloud of grey in the atmosphere. This was definitely somewhere where no one would like to spend fifty years.
"It a common courtesy to tell somebody where it is that you're takin' em." Lana hears the familiar voice echo. Fennec and Boba walk down first, Boba in his freshly painted armor.
"You know, for a second I thought you were this other guy." Mayfeld says to Boba. Lana smiles to herself at Mayfeld's comment. Lana in her fresh all black linen and Din in his same imitating beskar. Mayfelds face was painted with disbelief.
"Mayfeld." Din says, Lana gives him a slight nod.
"Hey, Mando." He breathes out, "Lana. What you came here to kill me?"
"All you need to know is I bent a lot of rules to bring you along." Cara says.
"Why am I so lucky?"
"Because you're imperial."
"Hey, that was a long time ago, alright?"
"You still know your imperial clearances and protocols, don't you?" Din asks.
Mayfeld doesn't say another word before the five descend back into the ship, he quickly follows behind.
Lifting off the planet, Din takes his seat next to Lana. "We need coordinates to Moff Gideons cruiser." He says straight forward.
"Moff Gideon?" Mayfeld scoffs, "Yeah, forget it. Just take me back to the scrapyard. I'm not doing that."
Lana sighs running a hand through her hair. "They have the kid."
Mayfeld looks back and forth between Lana and Din. "The little green guy?"
"Yeah, 'The little green guy'." Cara says from beside Lana.
"So... I help you guys get him back, you guys let me go?"
"That's not how it works."
"Then whats in it for me?"
"You get a better view." Cara spits.
"Alright, but here's the thing. I can't get those coordinates unless I have access to an internal Imperial Terminal. I believe theres one on Morak."
"Morak? There's nothing on Morak." Din says.
"It's a secret Imperial mining hub, okay? If you can get me in there, I can get you the coordinates."
Din turns to the controls in front of him. "Fett, punch in the coordinates to Morak."
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"I did an intial scan of the planet. This is what you're talkin' about, right?" Boba says looking over the map of Morak.
"Yeah, that's the refinery right there." Mayfeld points.
"Wonder what they're refining in there." Fennec says.
"Looks like rhydonium. Highly volatile and explosive."
"Yeah, kinda like this one, huh?" Mayfeld points to Cara with a chuckle. Boba turns to give him an annoyed look. Mayfelds smile quickly dissapears, Boba continues. "They have anti-aircraft cannons protecting it."
"A platoon of secuirty forces." Fennec adds.
"So we go in quiet." Lana says from beside Din. "Let's go get a closer look."
They leave Boba's ship to be greeted with the lucious green landscape of Morak. They find a ledge which overlooks the main transport road.
"I'm not gonna be long inside so once I get the coordniates, you guys gotta get me the hell out of there." Mayfeld turns to the group.
"You get to the roof. I'll drop in and pull you out." Boba says from beside Lana.
"Alright, Mayfeld and I will swap out for drivers in the tunnel." Cara nods behind them.
"As much as I'd like to take a road trip with Rebel-dropper here, that's not going to work." Mayfeld looks toward the the road again.
"Oh yeah? Why's that?" Cara asks putting her hands on her hips.
"Well, because these Remnant bases are set up and run by ex-ISB. If you get scanned and your genetic signature shows up on any New Republic register, you're gonna be detected, and it's guns out." Mayfeld explains.
"Fennec will go." Din says.
"No, I'm wanted by the ISB, I'll trip the alarm, too." Fennec responds.
"Fett?" Din turns to him.
"Let's just say they'll regonize my face."
"Great, then I'm going in alone." Mayfeld exclaims.
"No. The minute he gets inside, he'll tip em' off. He'll be a hero." Cara says harshly.
"Hey. This wasn't my idea. I'm doin' you guys a favor."
"I'll go." Lana says looking toward Mayfeld.
"If you're going then I am." Din speaks up.
"Hey buddy, I have no problem brining your girlfriend here and I might be good at fast-talking, but I don't think I can explain away a guy in a Mando suit to Imperial gaurds. So unless you're gonna take off that helmet, it's gonna be me and Lana."
"I'm coming with you. And I won't be showing my face."
"There's only two drivers in that cruiser. We can't bring in three." Cara says. Din looks over the transports going along the road in front of them, scanning one of the transports and seeing three life froms. "There might be two drivers but it looks like that one's got someone hitching a ride. Lets get on it."
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"Drop." Cara whispers to them as the transport approaches under the tunnel they waited on. Once they land on the moving transport, Cara opens the hatch to the pit quietly, jumping down all the group can hear is a few grunts before the transport comes to a stop under the tunnel.
Cara pops her head up, "I've got your armor. Now help me get these guys out of here."
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"This guy reeked. His gloves are still wet." Mayfeld complains.
Lana stands next to Cara decorated in her own suit of tank trooper armor. It was uncomfortable compared to her own. The grey and brown tones didn't feel as right as the blue and blacks.
From above them, Mayfeld chuckles, "Look at this."
Lana turns to see Din in his not so flattering armor. "Now that right there is worth the price of admission." Mayfeld continues.
Din stops in front of Cara and Lana. "Wish I could say it looked good on you, but I'd be lying." Cara smiles, Lana gives a slight chuckle too.
"Just make sure you take out the rooftop gunners, or we're never getting out of here." Din ignores her comment. "We got you." Cara reassures him. He takes the pack of his armor and hands it to Cara. "Take care of this. Keep it safe."
"I will." Cara gives him a small nod.
Din turns to walk around the transport to get in the co-pilot seat. "What would they say on Mandalore?" Mayfeld laughs.
Lana puts a hand on Din's shoulder. "I think you look good." She says. "No you don't."
"Yeah.."
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So I changed the plot just a lil to be able to fit Lana in lol oopsie