The Razor Crest flew smoothly through hyperspace, its course laid in for Yavin 4. The Mandalorian sucked in a deep breath, turning to look at his passenger.

Wide eyes stared back at him, a slow blink blurring the small bundles eyes. A tiny hand the length of Mando's fifth digit grasped the mythosaur pendant. Long pointed ears had fallen flat.

"You're tired," the bounty hunter commented. As usual, the Child didn't respond. Mando withheld a sigh and gently prodded the little one down in his cradle. "Rest."

We'll arrive on Yavin soon, he thought to himself. And then came the decision of how to handle Kes Dameron.

Mando was not eager to step into the affairs of the New Republic. His confidence waned; he had little faith in their system. Someone else was bound to come along, to burn down new villages with old sentiments. Dameron was but a screw found within a small cog, propping a larger turntable. What crime could the New Republic pin on a man who fought for them? A man that helped to bring down the Empire? By rights, they should buy him a lifetime of drinks, not charge him with petty theft.

Having few answers was the nature of this job, but he inevitably had questions. He'd just come to terms with never learning the truth. For now, Dameron meant money – and he sorely needed the coin.

With the little one's light breaths whistling away, the Mandalorian turned back to his tracking fob. Dameron had a square face, with thick eyebrows and a strong goatee upon his chin. Something had hardened his eyes, but Mando could still see a lightness within them through the holo.

The tracking fob fizzled.

Mando's helmet tilted ever so slightly as the fob… refreshed. He'd never seen the technology jitter. Not once. The bounty hunter's shoulders squared as he considered the possible explanations for its failure.

Greef had been sure Dameron was on Yavin 4. He'd gone so far to call it an "easy job".

So why was the tracking fob now putting him on an uninhabited world in the Geezor system?

The bounty hunter glanced back to the little one, still sound asleep. Things had the habit of floating around him while the child slept sometimes, but this seemed beyond such capabilities.

Mando hummed. He set a new course, to Geezor – if only to see what the fob could lead him to. Once he settled his curiosity, he'd return on their course to Yavin 4. This seemed… too odd to ignore.