Chapter Three: The rescue

After thinking hard and not finding a way out, she tapped the communicator on her forearm. "Din, I could use your help." "An attack?" "Uh, no, but please come alone." the connection broke, the mud had reached the circuit board. Cara groaned in annoyance. All she could do was wait. An hour, maybe two, if he looked for her the other way first.

After not long time, Cara heard the cracking branches and the singing noise of the beskar that hit Din's equipment while running. He must have heard the rush of the river, otherwise he would never have found her so quickly. "Over here, down by the stream!" she called into the forest. A short time later, Din stood in front of her with a tracker in his hand. "Is that for me?" she asked stunned. Din slowly looked at the tracker "Yes ?!" "Why the hell do you have a tracker for me?" Din groaned, he wanted to help her and not be attacked. "Greef Karga" was his answer. "And you kept him? Later. First get me out of here! "

The Mandalorian pulled out his grappling hook and enough rope and tossed it to Cara. Cara tied the rope around her forearm. Both tried to pull her out. "My boots are stuck." she stated sullenly. "Take them off." Cara exhaled in exasperation. She sank one arm in the mud and picked up her knife. Her face was in the mud, she severed the laces of her boots. The next time they tried, her feet slipped out of her boots and Cara was released. With the help of the rope, Cara pulled herself up the small slope to Din. She stood before him, smeared with mud and without boots.