When they reached the cockpit of this ship, Gideon looked around with disgust. The Captain who was leading this old Imperial vessel did not keep a tight staff, and he wanted to leave as soon as he could with his new asset. The trooper put Quinn down in the corner, still unconscious, but Gideon thought he could hear her muttering in her sleep now, indicating she'd be awake soon.

Gideon clasped his palms together and watched the cameras on the monitor. As suspected, the Mandalorian emerged from the hanger and began wreaking havoc on the guards within the ship. The Captain stumbled through the door then, his forehead wet with sweat.

"Th—there's a Mandalorian," he gasped, his hand on his chest. "There's a—"

"Sit down," Gideon emphasized each syllable sternly, his patience wearing thin with this man. The Captain swallowed hard and moved behind the trooper, sitting on the floor with his head between his knees. Gideon looked back at Quinn, her eyes still closed—though he thought there was some color returning back in her cheeks.

Meanwhile, the Mandalorian peered inside various cells to look for Quinn, but he was unsuccessful. Gideon guessed he studied blueprints of this ship to find where they'd possibly been keeping her, based on his quick knowledge of the layout. He cursed under his breath. He should have anticipated this and moved Quinn to another ship when he had the chance, regardless of Dr. Pershing's warning to do so due to her health.

"Pick her up," he barked at the trooper without taking his eyes off the screens. To his surprise, Gideon noticed a pram trailing behind the Mandalorian, an egg-shaped carrier that meant the child was on board. In addition, two others had joined him, one of them being another Mandalorian. A growl escaped Gideon's throat. He knew Bo-Katan's armor when he saw it.

The three managed to make it past the wall of troopers Gideon brought on ship with him. His time was running out. He took a few quick steps towards where Quinn was and he gripped her face, squeezing her cheeks and hoping she'd wake up. Proving to be ineffective, he began pacing. If the child was on board, maybe he could convince the intruders to do a quick trade between the two, depending on how valuable this woman was to the Mandalorian. Truthfully, Gideon knew he could find Quinn much more quickly now that he had an Imperial tracker within her. He decided to propose this idea to them, though he knew how quickly things could go south.

After several minutes of the Mandalorian coming aboard, they'd fought their way through and were now only meters away from the door of the control room. Gideon remained steady and folded his hands behind his back. His irritation with the militia on this ship was apparent, but it was time to put a pin in that for the time being. A few silent moments went by before the doors opened, the Mandalorian's Beskar armor sending a wave of intimidation over Gideon.

He remained calm. "Hello, Din," he said, choosing to be formal. The Mandalorian's real name still felt unnatural when said out loud. He held his blaster up, pointed towards Gideon, noticing Quinn's limp body within the arms of a storm trooper.

He waited, giving Gideon the first move. He sensed this. "Why don't we cut to the chase?" Gideon's eyes shifted to the pram where the child's ears poked out. The Mandalorian stayed quiet.

Gideon glanced towards the screen at the camera that pointed directly to the hanger. He crossed his arms and while he did so, he subtly pushed a small button on his wrist. Within the hanger, a sharp hissing sound came from his ship, triggering the start of the few Dark troopers he brought on board. If he could buy himself a little more time, he might be able to leave here with both the child and the bender. He caught himself smiling at the thought.

The Mandalorian didn't like how lifeless Quinn looked. Her face seemed paler than he remembered, and there was a wound on her temple that made him unsettled. He shifted where he stood, looking at Cara over his shoulder, who's deathly stare bore into Gideon. A snarl escaped from Bo-Katan's throat—the Mandalorian knew she craved to have the Darksaber, but he made her swear she wouldn't do anything reckless. She had her blaster aimed at the storm trooper, but the Mandalorian knew her eyes were on Gideon.

"Spit it out," the Mandalorian said, waiting for Gideon. He suspected Gideon would suggest a proposition—something unusual—but there was a rather troubling calmness about Gideon that the Mandalorian felt anxious about.

"Why are you so interested in this woman?" he asked, genuinely curious, but also, trying to buy himself some time.

"I could ask you the same thing," The Mandalorian said, his eyebrow raising in irritation.

Gideon chuckled. "The Empire will always be fascinated with benders. Adding another to the lineage is certainly on our radar."

Cara's lip curled, her eyes moving towards Quinn. "This chick is a bender?" She growled at the Mandalorian. He ignored her. Cara's irritation was evident as she breathed in quickly through her nose. Had she known this one important detail, her decision about helping him may have changed—that being said, her hatred for the Empire burned hot, and Gideon was high on her shit list.

"The child for the bender," Gideon offered, knowing at this point, the Dark troopers would be heading this way any second. His eyes quickly checked a nearby monitor, and the Mandalorian's gaze followed to see where his interest lied. There, marching out of the hanger and headed straight for them, were two Dark troopers. Gideon must have triggered their powerup without him noticing.

Thankful his eyes were shaded by his visor, the Mandalorian kept his voice steady. "Fine," he said. Though Cara trusted the Mandalorian, she still felt weary about his agreement. The Mandalorian gestured towards the storm trooper. "Put her down."

Gideon signaled the trooper forward. He approached Gideon's side and lowered Quinn slowly. Before placing her on the ground, Bo-Katan fired her blaster at his bare neck, killing him, sending Quinn tumbling to the floor. The Mandalorian wrapped his grappling wire around Gideon while Cara rushed over, binding Gideon in mechanical wiring and releasing the Mandalorian's defense. The entirety of the scene only lasted a few seconds, and the three of them felt an apprehension with how easy it was.

"They're almost here," Gideon said with a wide smile. "And I'll have both the child and the bender."

The Mandalorian turned to the monitor to see the Dark troopers approaching the control room. He rushed over to Quinn and lifted her up, sensing their time was out. Bo-Katan and Cara both lingered in the control room, their eyes pinned to Gideon, their weapons at the ready.

"Let's go!" He hollered at the women.

"Where is it?" Bo-Katan hissed, her blaster pushed into the side of Gideon's temple. She scanned his body but there was no sign of the weapon. "Where is the Darksaber?"

Gideon laughed deeply; his eyes etched with evil. "I'm not sure I know what you're talking about."

"I need him alive, Bo-Katan," Cara hissed.

Bo-Katan wouldn't leave until she had the Darksaber. She agreed the help the Mandalorian, but her plan to kill Gideon—regardless of what Cara wanted, and, ignoring her fellow Mandalorian's request to remain neutral—and take the weapon from him was getting murky now that she didn't know where it was. She couldn't yield it without physically taking it from him.

"We need to leave now!" The Mandalorian could feel the vibrations of the Dark trooper's weight as they stomped towards them. With Quinn in his arms and the child safely behind him, he knew how urgent it was to get as far away from Imps as possible. Cara gently pulled on Bo-Katan's arm, insisting her to leave. Hissing, Bo-Katan spit at Gideon's feet, turning on her heels and following the Mandalorian. She promised to herself that she'd be back to take the Darksaber from him.

"A bender, Mando?" Cara said as they jogged away, her eyes glancing at Quinn's pale face. "You didn't feel the need to tell me this small detail in the midst of all our planning?"

Bo-Katan skidded to a halt in front of them, yelping out and hiding behind a nearby beam. The Dark troopers had rerouted and were directly in front of them, shooting their blasters without hesitation. Cara swung her gun out to her hip, her knee propped up in position, and began her retaliation.

The Mandalorian transferred Quinn to his opposing arm so he could use his flamethrower, holding off the Dark troopers long enough for the three of them to run backwards and hide safely behind a few foundational shafts. The two machines paused in their advance and briefly stabilized the issue before one trooper turned on its heel and began heading straight for where Cara and Bo-Katan were crouched down. The Mandalorian carefully set Quinn against a rafter, steadying her head and making sure she was out of the line of fire. Once he was certain she was relatively safe, he engaged his grappling line to stop the Dark trooper from further gaining on Cara, attempting to pull it down by the limb. Unfortunately, the trooper was merely inconvenienced as it turned and stomped on the wire, pursuing its new enemy.

Cara rolled away from the trooper and felt the adrenaline from her near-death experience fuel her. Unsuccessful in her attack with her weapon she decided to try another method, and gripped the leg of the second trooper, wrapping her arms and legs around its mechanical limb, attempting to knock it off balance. The trooper kicked her off swiftly, sending her soaring down the hall and into a tumble. Bo-Katan sprinted forwards, sliding on the floor and evading the trooper momentarily—however, when she stood to pursue the trooper, she was tossed aside in her effort of an attack, her back cracking when her body hit the platinum wall of the ship. The Mandalorian was the next largest threat to the troopers, their attention turning to focus specifically on him. Bo-Katan groaned on the floor of the ship, watching as Cara pushed herself onto her forearms and could only merely distract the trooper with her blaster rather than do any real damage. Their effort in escaping was looking dismal.

With the women injured, Bo-Katan's shoulder likely sprained from her assault and Cara getting tossed around like a sandbag, the trooper closest to them began to approach them to finish the job. The child cooed in his seat and watched as the Mandalorian fought the second trooper, unable to help Cara and Bo-Katan. Survival was at the forefront of their minds and the child was anxious about their odds of fleeing unscathed. He began to focus his ability on the trooper in between himself and the women. Though his powers still needed tweaking, he was proficient in stopping the threat in its tracks. The trooper paused, unable to continue forward, as though tar were stuck to its feet and keeping it still. The women's expressions turned from confusion to awe, witnessing the child's abilities at their prime.

Meanwhile, the Mandalorian was struggling. The trooper had him by the throat and was beginning to pound its fist into the Beskar helmet. Though he was impressed with the integrity of it, he could feel the static ringing within his eardrums, his vision breaking into fuzzy vibrations with each hit, and wasn't sure if the helmet would hold for much longer.