When Din got the call for another job, he was wary, but not entirely against it. It seemed simple enough, be a pilot to a small group of mercenaries he did not know, and possibly defend them all when they came running back to the ship with whatever prize they wanted to get.

It sounded a little fishy, but he only accepted it because he was in desperate need of credits and supplies, and he couldn't get supplies without the money. Plus, he did owe Raydomi, the man who introduced him to the mercenaries, a favour.

So, here he is, on his way to yet another job.

"This should be a regular run," He murmurs to the kid, who's perched in his lap as he navigates to the agreed-upon planet. "I'm basically just a guard for these guys, but we do have to be careful. I'll put you in your bunk, and you'll have to stay there until the job is over, okay?"

Din wasn't expecting a verbal response, or any type of response, really. The Child didn't seem to be able to speak Basic, but he does follow instructions and seems to understand him when he speaks. He's gotten a little too used to talking out loud to the kid, verbalising his plans and other things he needs to do.

All the kid has to do is sit there and be cute, which is one of his strengths. Well, one of his strengths besides using whatever magical powers he has, though he seems to tire out really easily after using them.

Din feels a small burst of affection mingled with protectiveness for the kid, and he looks down at the small green head in his lap. Currently, the kid looked like he was trying to munch on the little metal ball he's taken a shine to, and Din can't help a small smile that was thankfully hidden behind his helmet.

"I've got to take this back," He says, reaching down to gently take the ball from the kid. The Child makes a sad noise, and Din chuckles softly in response. "Don't worry, you can get it back when we land."

As he screws the ball back onto the lever shaft, a chirp from his monitor informs him that they're about to drop out of hyperspace, and he steadies his hands on the controls. Din figures that the kid would be alright sitting in his lap, as the jump back to normal speed wasn't that bad.

The ship rocks gently as the stars focus back into little pinpricks, and the child burbles happily as the blue and green planet they're approaching comes into view.

"Pretty, isn't it?" Din lets the ship's computer do most of the flying after charting a course for the planet, but he does rest a hand on the joystick, giving nudges whenever they're needed. "It looks a lot like Alderaan, except less blown up."

He gives a dry laugh at his poor attempt at a joke, and the kid coos happily in response, round eyes focused on Andelm IV slowly growing larger in the window of the cockpit.

After a few minutes of a slightly bumpy ride into the planet's atmosphere, his comm crackles to life.

"You're cleared for landing in hangar bay A-18."

Din responds with an affirmative, turning off the autopilot as soon as the hangar docks come into view over the trees. The rest of the city quickly comes into view, a few scattered spires of metal poking into the sky, surrounded by smaller buildings and lakes.

The layout of this city reminds him of Galactic City on Coruscant, with it's vertical building, tightly packed people and the noise of it.. He's been there a few times on jobs, and the sheer denseness of the population was enough to make his skin prickle with discomfort.

He was glad to get out of there as fast as he did.

The kid wiggling excitedly in his lap jolts him a little out of his thoughts, and he realised that his brain had automatically piloted them to land at the appropriate hangar.

"Oh, I guess we're here, aren't we, adiik?" Din has gotten used to peppering his Basic with Mando'a when speaking to the kid, and he seems to be more receptive when Din does that, especially when he mentions food. "You need to stay inside the bunk while I go and meet up with these guys. They probably don't know about the bounty on your head, but it's better to be safe than sorry, okay?"

A few flips of switches later, and the Crest was powered down. Din lets out a small sigh and gathers the Child in one arm, resting him against the crook of his elbow. He'd rather die before admitting this, but he feels that this is right. Holding the kid protectively against him while standing in the Crest, his home, is something that should be the norm until the end of time.

Shaking himself out of his reverie, he makes his way out of the cockpit, careful not to drop the adiik on his way down. Din has slipped into his thoughts more often than he'd like, especially when travelling on his ship. Memories of his buir, of blaster fire and countless hours of training looped through his head constantly, along with the dread he faces at the prospect of failing the child entrusted to his care. Not only did the kid himself trust him with his safety, but the Armourer did as well.

That's a heavy responsibility to bear, but one filled with dignity and pride.

Tapping open the door to the bunk, Din gently places the Child inside, repressing his overwhelming feelings of fondness for him. He needs to get back into the mindset of a bounty hunter, not a caretaker, at least for now.

"Stay here," He repeats firmly, patting the kid on the head.

He coos up at him, and Din digs around in his pocket for something for the Child to play with, and he fishes out a random rubber ball and hands it to the kid. He doesn't know how it got there, but it is there, so he'll take advantage of its appearance.

"No using your magic powers either," He says after a moment of thought. "You've got to stay."

Satisfied that his message had gotten across, and the loopholes were sufficiently covered, he let the door slide closed. Din is pretty sure that the adiik can't reach the door controls on the inside of the bunk, let alone know which one opens it.

Now, it's time to get to work.