(A/N If you read the last chapter before now, I made an adjustment. Teena does not know she is force sensitive. I got rid of the 'Broom Boy' likeness. Her parents knew, and some of the elders who'd worked with Jedi in the past, but that's it. You'll be getting more of my OC's backstory as it becomes relevant...but she's been everywhere. lol

Big time jump. We are now post season 2 of the Mandalorian. I don't think I'm actually changing any of its canon, but if I do you can correct me or just take it as it is. ¯\_(ツ)_/¯

I hope you enjoy!)

"Motto."

"Mando! Where's my little wrinkled-"

"He's gone."

"He's- Oh."

"I found one of his kind."

"Well, good for him." She said with a nod, as if trying to convince herself.

"Yes." Din was still trying to convince himself as well.

"What brings you here then?"

"Looking for someone with far reaching underworld contacts."

"Reaching in what direction?"

"An Imperial direction."

"... You won't find many with a love for them around."

"Don't need to. I just need information."

"Well then, I know just who you need."

They'd walked in the streets as their conversation wore on and she jutted her chin towards one of the alleys.

"See the young lady who is about to take off running?"

He looked, and sure enough a human woman became wide eyed from his attention, spun on her heel, and took off running. He didn't even let Motto finish what she was going to say and instead tore off after the girl.

She was quick, her lithe body allowing her to skirt around obstacles that slowed him. It took some determination, but he did catch up to her. Only for her to puncture a hole in his flamethrower and fire to scorch up his arm.

He put that out and made after her again.

This time when he caught up he tried to trip her with his beskar spear. It worked, but she then spun under his guard so that he was practically embracing her with the spear in front of both of them. Quick as thought, she reached up to his helmet, causing him to drop the staff and grab at her hands. She hadn't lifted his helm though, she'd turned it. By the time he had righted it she was gone again. This time with his spear.

"Dank farrik," he cursed under his breath, looking around and seeing no signs of his quarry. Resetting his display he found her trail. The little di'kut had used his spear as a pole vault to reach the rooftops. [Jerk]

With the use of his jetpack he caught up easily and this time she could not dodge the garrote around her ankles. When she tried to keep fighting, practically spitting insults at him in a number of languages, he decided the easiest course of action would be to knock her out.

Secluded spots were easy to find on Tatooine. He had her in a set of borrowed cuffs like those he would have used on a bounty had he still been in business. Now he just had to wait for her to wake.

.

"I'm looking for information." She was still trying to figure out where she was and why her head hurt so bad when the modulated voice spoke. "Preferably a pilot, as well."

"Well, you're gonna need to find someone else." Her tone was meant to be made of steel, but it didn't take an expert to hear the distressed wobble in her words. She took a breath and recalled her meditation exercises.

"Motto said you were the one to talk to to fin-"

"I said no," she was pleased with the hard tone her voice took the second time. "I know you heard me the first time, so leave me be."

"Look. I don't have time for this. I just found out she is probably alive," he pulled up a holo of another mandalorian with a horned helm, "and I need to know where to find her."

"You don't listen very well, do you?"

"Not when it's this important."

"Untie me and disarm yourself. Weapons go there." She indicated a divet a few meters away. "All weapons. Then we'll talk." She felt odd with this man. Her head and heart said not to work with the Mandalorian; Beskar is what killed her family. But she felt strangely compelled to help. It was that feeling that gave her pause.

"I'm Mandalorian, weapons are a part of my religion."

"Mandalorians have a richer history than weapons alone. If you're not willing to talk then leave." After considerable hesitation the armored man complied, placing his pistols, rifle and vibroblade in the place she'd indicated. "The birds and flamethrower too." He tensed but eventually removed his bracers and sat them aside too, removing her binds afterwards.

"There. Now we talk." His voice was somehow demanding despite how softly he spoke.

"Your helmet." She tried not to rub at her wrists where the cuffs had been.

"No."

"So you're from the remnants of Death Watch?" Red flags waved and alarms blared in her mind.

"I follow the Creed."

"There are countless interpretations of the Mandalorian Creed. The one you follow is only followed by a single tribe who incorporates the Path of Mand'alor. If a new Mand'alor is ever actually chosen you'll adjust your Creed to their rule or deny the heritage."

"What do you know of my people?" he scoffed.

"More than you think, and perhaps more than you." She could feel his glare, even if she couldn't see it. "You're not here to debate history. What do you want?"

He pulled the holo up again.

"I need to know where she would be held prisoner."

She pursed her lips and spun in slow circles to determine where exactly she was and which direction her ship would be in.

"As a rule, I rarely work with Mandalorians."

He stayed silent.

"The New Republic has several outposts for he-"

"She wasn't taken by the New Republic."

Teena slowly turned to look at him.

"She was overrun by stormtroopers so that my crew could escape. I doubt she is still alive, but at the moment trying to find her is all the respect I can pay."

Teena hummed to herself as she considered the new information. She was already scheduled to pull information from her contact in a few days. Plus, she wanted to pull him from his position. The only downside would be working with a Mandalorian.

"And why should I work with you?"

"The pay will be good."

"I'm gonna need more than that to work with a Mando." She refused to look at him, choosing to continue studying her path instead.

"I was told you were who I needed to talk to. I've burnt any other leads I could have used."

She sighed, handed him his pistol and began the trek to her ship. Teena could hear the warrior gathering the rest of his weapons as she paced away. It wasn't long before he caught up to her again. She was almost done formulating a good response when they made it to the hanger.

She made sure to glare at Motto when she saw her poking her head out her door. The woman had the nerve to grin and make her way over.

"Well, you haven't killed him yet, that's something."

"You know very well I don't wor-"

"Work with Mandos. Yes, I know. But this one is special."

Teena just raised an eyebrow. The Mando in question did not defend his case.

"He's good stuff, kid. I saddled him with a bad job last I saw 'im, so do me a favor and get him his info. Yeah?"

She resumed glaring at Motto as she addressed the Mandalorian.

"On the rare occasion I do work with Mandalorians I allow them to keep one piece of beskar and one weapon, to remain true to the Creed. Everything else will be stored in the cargo hold. Board is included in the transport fare. You will follow my lead if we are boarded." She turned to poke a finger into his chestplate. "Understood?"

"Understood." She scowled at his modulated voice and led the way to her ship.