Talking disturbed his long sleep as the Mandalorian groggily tried to move his limbs. An unknown face filled his visor.

Then nothing.

It felt like the same cycle had been repeated a hundred times once the Mandalorian became fully conscious, pleased to have been given a few moments to gather his bearings. Dull thudding echoed across his helmet, a face peered into his visor. The woman looked behind her, grinning.

"Wanna see what's under there?" He heard laughing as cold fingers grazed the side of his neck. He gave her a second before holding her wrist in a vice like grip, stilling her movements as she gasped. A bone cracked under his hand, the woman calling out as he levered himself up. The woman fell to her knees, now able to take note of the men standing around. They had long staffs raised, ready to defend themselves, but felt no fear. Din knew these people were inexperienced...

His first clue being that they think a stick would stop him.

"What did you do to me?" His voice rasped as the woman writhed in pain.

"Nothing that you wouldn't do yourself." A voice exclaimed. Din looked to the left, a short man grinned as he stepped closer.

"You are a bounty hunter after all?" The Mandalorian refused to give in to the man's jabs, looking around for his clan mates. He saw the Child sitting on a small rock, his little face fixated on Din as his hands rested against the rock. Relief filled his system as the Child tilted his head as if understanding Din's questioning gaze. After a moment of drinking in his foundling he slightly looked around.

"Looking for her?" The man's voice was full with giddiness as he talked, only fueling the tight grip he had on the woman. If her gargled cries were anything to go by then he was sure he had broken her wrist. The Mandalorian still refused to give in, thankful that his helmet portrayed a look of unwavering intimidation instead of the frown he wore underneath.

"Anyone in that tin can of yours?" The man laughed as he stepped closer. "For someone who is outnumbered you are extremely calm."

Unable to stay silent the Mandalorian deepened his voice as he fixed his eyes on the man. "Who said I was outnumbered?"

The man clapped his hands. "Ah ha! So he speaks!" The unknown man laughed. "Glad to see your alive in there! We thought you had died!"

The man crouched infront of Din, resting his hand on the woman. "Now if you could, remove your hand from hers." The Mandalorian tightened. "If you don't you will never know the fate of that woman."

A looser grip let the woman slide her hand away.

"There's a good lad. No need to get off on the wrong foot."

"Where is she?" The Mandalorian cut him off, taking pleasure in watching the flash of irritation across the mans face.

"Now now, we were just starting to get to know eachother," He put his finger on his chest. "My name is Damon. You are?"

The Mandalorian stayed silent.

"No need, I already know all about you Mando." He smirked. "About your abandonment of the guild. How you stole what wasn't yours. They always said it was some sort of precious cargo..." The man gestured to the Child.

Din bristled. "Where is she?"

"Who...? That hooded woman?" The man couldn't see his anger at Maleena's mention. "We sold her on. Who would have known such a small woman would put up such a large fight...? It was a shame really..."

"What did you do?"

"Me? Nothing. No, No it was Link who orchestrated the whole thing. Spoke on how he had gotten some pucks on his last trip out and was surprised when the tracker started beeping. At first we thought it was for you but alas..." Damon's grin made Din want to kill him where he stood. "She proved to be better to us than any stupid supplies you idiots got back from the raiders."

The Mandalorian sat up straighter as Damon narrowed his eyes. "We felt bad about giving her up, but the credits those imperial guys hand out made us change our minds. We made Moff Gideon of all people happy!" The people around Damon nodded as he spoke. "We can finally get off of this nightmare!"

"You gave her to the imps?"

"Damn right we did. They said she was a wanted criminal. Spoke on how she had potential they had to discover." Damon waved his hand dismissively. "Largely irrelevant really. We would have sold her on regardless."

The Mandalorian's hand shot out and grabbed Damon by the throat. Damon's eyes popped out of his head at the pressure, the men around them closing in. Din watched him gasp for air, his pale face becoming even whiter. Rage filled his being as he held onto the mans neck, Damon's hands pawing at the beskar covering his forearm.

All Din could see was red.

He pressed harder.

Rage filled his veins like fire.

His mind whirred.

Damon stilled.

The Mandalorian released Damon who crumpled on the ground. His voice rasped dangerously as he stood. "I'm going to walk out of here. And your going to let me." It looked like the villagers wanted to disagree, but they didn't stop him from picking up the Child and calling for his pod on his vambrance. Once the pod floated to his side he set the Child in, closing the lid. The men and women who stood around parted, giving him passage. He walked calmly and slowly through the gap, his helmet unwavering as they passed the villagers. To the side lay cannisters of fuel and food which Din picked up and placed under his arm. They didn't make any move to follow or attack him. As he stood a distance away from the camp he knew he couldn't leave it like that...

So looking through his visor he saw they had acquired a small crate of explosives. A small grin graced the Mandalorian's face under the helmet as he lifted his rifle. Took aim. Deep breath...

Fire.

The explosives detonated in a colourful firework like explosion. He felt no remorse as he once again picked up the cannisters and walked briskly back to the Razor Crest. He could hear the Childs upset coos throughout the entire journey back, so much so that once they boarded and took off Din wasn't surprised with the Child's downcast ears and watery eyes. Both of his arms reached up, the Mandalorian conceding and grabbing his foundling. He carried the child back up to the cockpit as they plotted a course for Nevarro. The Child kept his gaze firmly on Din's helmet, shocking him as he looked down at the Child once satisfied with their course.

"We will get her back. Maleena will be here once again." The Child sniffed. "I will make sure of it."