Once the ade had been looked at by the medic and he received an oath that they would be safe, Din agreed to go with Boba's buir to have that talk. Walking through the halls of the facility once again Din couldn't help but to clench his hands at his sides in frustration. Everything here made his skin crawl.

It reminded him of the Empire.

Boba's- Jango opened a door into what looked like a meeting room and stepped inside.

He followed without hesitation.

What little Boba had said about his buir made Din trust that he was a man of his word. Especially after seeing how he had reacted to the ade.

Although the man had kept his distance Din could read his body language fairly well. He'd noticed how much Jango worried about the ade and had seen his anger directed at the corpse of the dar'manda when the medic gave a rundown on the worst injuries.

Din had to force himself not to think about it or he'd just work himself into a rage again.

"Have a seat wherever you like, Beroya." Looking at Jango for a long moment he realized the man was letting him choose where he felt most comfortable and his body relaxed minutely. Looking around the room he picked a spot where his back was to a wall and he could see every entry and exit point while still leaving himself space for a fight.

Just because Jango was an honorable man didn't mean something else wouldn't go wrong.

Jango and the verd who seemed to be some kind of subordinate, maybe his second in command, sat across from him and Din knew he was about to be interrogated.

"Like I said before, I'm Jango Fett. This is Kal Skirata, they're one of the trainers for the ade." Din's eyes narrowed slightly as he turned to regard the one in gold painted armor. The ade had seemed okay around the three verde who'd shown up so for the time being he would treat the verd Skirata as an ally and not an enemy.

"Fett, Skirata," he said with a small nod to each of them. Oh, and didn't that just feel awkward? Calling him Fett when the only person he'd ever associated that name with was Din's newly sworn ori'vod.

"Not going to give us a name in return?" Skirata asked calmly.

Din didn't even have to respond.

"Kal, they're Creed bound. They only share their name with aliit." Din sat up straighter in surprise. Boba hadn't known anything about his Creed until he'd begun explaining it in depth. Yet Boba's buir seemed to understand without any explanation at all. "For now we could continue to call you Beroya, but that might get confusing real quick once you meet the other trainers. Most of them were beroya before they signed on here."

Din let out a small sigh, crossing his arms. "I… that might confuse the ade, yeah." He mumbled to himself.

After a moment of contemplation he finally looked up at Jango. "You can call me… Adatoya." It was an old term used by the Armorer to distinguish between the bounty hunter and the verd who hunted down immediate threats to the Covert.

Jango shared a look with Skirata before giving him a small pleased smirk. "Adatoya, then." He said with finality. "Do you know where you are, Adatoya?"

'And so the questioning begins.' Din couldn't help thinking to himself. "No. Where?"

Skirata frowned and Din could tell they didn't believe him. "Kamino." They said evenly.

"…Kamino?" Din had heard of that planet only once, on a night when Boba had imbibed a little too much and started ranting about his past. It was the planet Boba had been born on, a planet he had come to despise.

It was then that Din realized he shouldn't know about it. Boba had mentioned the secretive nature of Kamino, how it was outside of Republic space, and how hard it was to get through the Rishi Maze safely to even land there in one piece.

Now he had to pretend he didn't know anything about it.

"How… far is that from Dantooine?" Because that was where Din had been when he'd found that multicolored orb of light.

Skirata's face scrunched slightly in frustration while Jango blinked at him in surprise. "How the fuck did you get from Dantooine to this soggy hell hole?"

Din took a deep breath. "While taking bounties for my ori'vod I keep on the look out for Jetii artifacts." Both Jango and Skirata looked murderous at the very mention of the Jedi and Din wanted to sigh. "The Jetii who is teaching my ad how to use their magic-" He didn't get to finish his sentence before the two verde were interrupting him.

"Your what?" Jango asked. "The what?" Skirata asked as the same time.

"My ad, he is a Foundling. He was being pursued because of his magic. During a dire situation a Jetii appeared to help us and offered to teach my ad how to control their magic so they would not accidentally hurt themselves again." Din said calmly, watching the two mando'ade carefully for any signs of hostility.

"You willingly gave your ad to one of those- those-!" Jango spat, clearly shocked and angry.

"I would do anything for my ad. Including give him to the care of a Jetii if it meant he would never be hunted or harmed again." He said firmly. "Luke allows me to visit my ad as much as I like, as long as it doesn't interfere with training. Just like any other buir of a Jeti'ad."

Suddenly Jango stopped looking murderous and instead a kind of puzzled air came over him.

"This Jetii allows the buire to visit their ade?" Skirata asked, both brows raised in surprise.

"Of course. He wouldn't keep his ba'vod'ad or any other ad from their buire. I'm pretty sure his vod'ika would flay him alive if he kept her from her son."

The two share a look for a moment before turning their attention back to him.

"So you claim to be a beroya. What was your biggest hunt?" Skirata asked, eyes narrowed.

…what kind of interrogation tactic was this? It didn't make much sense to him but he didn't have anything to hide except- oh. Dank ferrik! Din couldn't give them any real names. If they tried to look up those people they'd think he was lying.

He took a moment to think about it before resigning himself. Giving away his literal largest hunt would be better than trying to come up with a fabrication. "A greater krayt dragon."

Silence followed his words before Skirata started to laugh. "Pull the other leg, it's got bells." They said sarcastically.

Jango just sat there, eyes wide and mouth slightly parted.

"I did the job for a local Marshal on Tatooine. He was using a set of beskar armor that didn't belong to him to help keep his small town clean of slavers." He stated simply. "He swore to give me the armor in exchange for getting rid of the dragon. I got help from a local tribe, they also wanted the dragon gone since it kept eating their herds of bantha." He shrugged. "In the end I tricked it into eating a bantha carrying explosives. Blew it up from the inside."

Skirata stopped laughing and was looking at him in confusion, brows furrowed as they tried to discern whether or not Din was lying.

Jango muttered something under his breath, it sounded almost like 'ka'ra watch over me,' but he couldn't be sure.

"It's obvious from what you did to Priest that you're an exceptional warrior. Have you ever trained ade before?" Jango asked with a grin as Skirata rolled their eyes.

"Of course. Every verd was expected to pass on our skills to the ade of the… clan." He hesitated over the word 'covert,' not sure how Boba's buir would take the modified mando'a. "I was a foundling myself once, spent most of my time in the fighting corps before I became our clan's beroya." It had been a hard fight to win that position but in the end Din had triumphed and took on the burden of bringing in credits and goods from outside.

He wasn't the only one bringing in credits, but he was the only one doing it as a beroya.

"Before we get any farther I have a question." Skirata asked, giving Boba's buir a disgruntled look. "Who is the current Mand'alor?"

Fett sat straighter in his chair before leaning slightly forward. It was obvious he was just as interested in the answer as Skirata.

Din wanted to groan and hang his head. He could practically feel the weight of the Dha'kad'au on his hip, hidden by his cloak. After a moment he let out a sigh and slowly reached behind him.

Both of them tensed, ready for an attack, but Din held his hand up in a peaceful gesture as he pulled the damned thing off his belt and held it up for them to see.

"I am."

Mando'a

Adatoya- Person who hunts/Hunter.
Buir- Parent.
Ad, Ade- Child, children.
Dar'manda- A state of no longer being Mandalorian. Not an outsider, but one who has lost their heritage, and so their identity and soul. They are regarded with absolute disgust by most traditional-minded Mandalorians.
Beroya- Bounty Hunter.
Verd, verde- Warrior, warriors.
Ori'vod, Ori'vode- Elder sibling, elder siblings.
Aliit- Clan/Family.
Jetii, Jeti'ad, Jetiise- Jedi, Jedi Padawan, Jedi plural and colloquially meaning the Republic.
Ba'vod'ad- Niece/Nephew.
Beskar- Mandalorian iron.
Ka'ra- Stars, also the ancient Mandalorian myth about the ruling council of fallen kings.
Dha'kad'au- The Darksaber.

AN: Hello all, it's been a while.

Some of you may have noticed that I was gone for a bit there. A few things happened in real life that made taking a break very important for my mental and physical health.

I don't think anyone has been keeping count like I have but over the past 3 years I have written over 900k words. That's about 18 novels in 3 years. Most paid authors only manage an average of 1 novel every 3 years.

I was burnt out and stressed from the amount of people asking me for more, more, more. So from now on I will not be responding or accepting comments asking me for Updates. If I see them I will delete them as necessary. I'm not a machine, and my health is important.

Thank you for your attention.