A/N: Okay so I felt like there were far too few ABO fics for Din! So I decided to write one! Also, I must say that while I might be a woman in my 20s and personally find older men attractive, I'm just tired of every story being 42-year-old Din with a 20-year-old OC. I want more variety! Nothing wrong with it but can we please get some love for the mature ladies too? I wanted an OC who could match Din where he's at in life. XD Also yes I can forsee this story being very OOC but this is kind of my first take on an AU kind of thing. Just keep in mind that what I'm writing here MIGHT end up being a pile of hot garbage but I wanted to read it so I wrote it! ^^; Enjoy!

The landing, at least, had been smooth. While on the run from the Imperial uprising on Nevarro, Din had run thin on some necessities. They needed food and water, badly. The child was still sleeping, a blessing for Din as he'd never known a more tireless womp rat. The kid could go for hours with that little ball, or play with the ship's controls, whatever it takes to drive Din up the walls. He closed everything up tight behind him, making sure the door to the Razor Crest was securely locked as he stared off into the barren wasteland.

It is a desolate, desert planet. The sand was a funky shade of green, but no less hot and dry than the deserts on Tatooine. There was not a single cactus or tree anywhere. Unless he found something on this backwater skug hole, they'd go hungry tonight. This is a great place to lay low, but not sustainable. They would come after the child, it was only a matter of time.

Stalking further from the Razor Crest, Din pulls out his Amban phase-pulse rifle and looks through the scope. Not much around here, but there are some blips on the horizon to the east and south. It may be worth it to check them out. Even if both are depleted, what looks like a valley lies past the cliffside nearby. It was a potential water source if nothing else.

What he'd seen in the distance while landing was quite a let-down. The facade of the building may still stand, but it is just that. Only one wall remained. The rest have fallen from damage or time.

The second looked more promising. Although it definitely wouldn't fly, the Imperial gunship must have been a sight in its day. Dry vegetation climbed its rusted gold-filigreed exterior, shrouding the vehicle in dusty greens. As he tugged vines from the door controls, Din couldn't help but wonder what an Empire-era ship was doing this deep in the Outer Rim. He pushed on the console and the door cracked open with a hiss. Inside the hull, it reeked of stale air and a weak scent that Din couldn't place his finger on. However, there wasn't a single living thing to be found, according to the thermal display on his scope.

He checked every storage cabinet he could find, but there was nothing worthwhile. Whatever handful of nutrient pastes found in the cabinets are out of date. Expired in 3 ABY, mostly. It's too bad there isn't running water. In fact, the only thing that seems to be in the hull is a data pad on a storage crate. There was nothing of value on the ship, except maybe what lies behind the last door, below the bridge entrance. He skimmed it silently, tapping through the data pad curiously. His eyes zeroed in on the last entry before the crash:

7973.331.3

Autopilot will have us touching down on Sorgan for a pit stop next week. We just need water, which is lucky considering the emptiness of the place. There's nothing there!

It is quiet in the outer rim. Well, it is now that I've frozen that stubborn, whining omega in carbonite. She really was getting to be too much, even for me! I guess I was too much alpha for her because she reacted strongly, lashing out at me and the whole nine yards. I don't get it! Omegas are supposed to beg for alpha cock, yet she rejected all my advances. She should be grateful I didn't force a bite on her. Good luck finding another such offer for sloppy seconds.

It's clear to me why she's being sent to a repopulation center in the Outer Rim. She'll be more submissive once she's shackled up and knocked up. She was picked up on Coruscant for espousing revolutionary ideals and resisted arrest when they came for her. The way I hear it, the boys who found her will never walk the same way again. She is a firecracker, that's why I had to keep her secure with cuffs and now, carbonite freezing.

But if she had let me, we could have had a lot of fun together. Her smell is addicting, and like the Zeltron wine they love so much, it had me drunk. I'll have to advise the client not to unfreeze her until they have backup, she may be feral when she wakes. The only problem is the currency, I have to talk to them about the credits. Imperial credits just don't spend the same as they used to, Heaven knows why. I have to make ends meet somehow.

7973... He was using the C.R.C. That would be 3BBY, which is possible. This was written in Imperial dialect, and this ship looked like it had been here for at least that long. He flips to an earlier entry, but none of it is related to this bounty hunter's most recent quarry. Din felt a droplet of sweat trace from his hairline to his brow. If this omega was still frozen, would she live through the thawing process? He didn't process his feet taking him to the airlock door. It was too far in disrepair to open on its own, so Din pried the metal apart. It didn't put up much resistance, eroded by years of weathering.

Just as he expected, there's only one carbonite slab left resting in the old storeroom. Din thought it was lucky the power hadn't run out before he arrived. There were a measly two ticks of battery power left on this thing, but thankfully the readings claimed no cause for alarm, just that her heart rate was a little fast. He flipped both nobs to zero, engaging the thawing process. She'd need all the warmth she could get so he removed his cape from his shoulders. Twelve years is much too long to be stuck in carbonite, no matter the crime.

The chrome faded away, starting in the middle of her face. As pieces were revealed, her shades painted the rosy image of a woman in her mid-30s. Her soft waves of periwinkle were so long that they brushed the tops of her thighs. She wore a threadbare shirt and skirt made of rough linen fabric. Din had the sneaking suspicion she didn't choose it.

She fell forward, and he instinctively reached out for her. She was incredibly still, then shivered. He moved to wrap her in his cape, but she jerked away, turning on him with a hiss.

"Who's there?" She yowled, sounding part loth-cat and part Wookie, her voice weak and hoarse from disuse. Her eyes weren't focused on him. They weren't focused on anything at all. "I c-can't see. What have you done to me?" She had all the signs of hibernation sickness: amnesia, blindness, and a shivering cold. Although he'd taken an offensive stance, he couldn't very well attack a blinded omega for no good reason. She was no threat to him... for now. She was visibly damp from thawing, strands of light blue sticking to her temple. Feeling blood redirect to below his belt, Din pressurized his helmet to prevent a reaction. It wouldn't do for him to rut over an unbound omega like a schoolboy.

"Calm down," he said, not sure whether he was talking to himself or the trembling omega in front of him. He extended what he hoped was a reassuring hand, belatedly realizing that she couldn't see his gesture. His fingers brushed her forearm carefully. She looked quite fragile, but her face contorted in anger, flashing her teeth at him. "I'm not here to hurt you."

"Th-that's what they all s-say." The cold was setting in quickly, her body not warm enough to deal with the setting sun. She flinched from the touch of his leather gloves. "Who are you? A Stormtrooper!?"

The gloves... He felt like them to her. She couldn't see him, couldn't sense him at all with his armor and the stress. She had no hope in a fight if he had meant her any harm. She needed to clock his scent, to know he wasn't a clone. Slowly, Din removed it. He reached out again, this time with a bare hand, he could already see the difference in her reaction. Whatever scent came from his wrist glands seemed to help her breathe easier. Under the beskar, his eyes were wide like dinner plates. She made a complete 180 and he can't imagine it was because of the callouses on his fingers. She felt warm, but she still shivered. Her legs rubbed tantalizingly against one another and he was fixated on the moistness of her inner thighs.

It's fortunate that he sealed his helmet when he did, as a bit of her sweet and spicy scent had leaked in and it was maddening to not be smelling her now. To not know. She's scent-marking. Rubbing herself against the scent gland in his wrist to spread his pheromones on her. She'll soon smell like him. It's too intimate, but it seemed to be calming her hormones somewhat. She looked less tense and her whimpering lessened.

"Alpha," she almost purred. Her head was tilted down, but her bright blue eyes were aimed in his general direction. "Please." She bared her neck and retracted his hand from blocking her gland. He shuddered, the sight stoking a fire in his belly. In a period of major distress, it seemed her omega had taken over her higher brain function.

Best to appeal to her inner omega then. "Omega." He purposefully emits his dominant scent when he speaks, daring the woman to challenge him. "I need you to settle down." He stroked her cheek, and each swipe of his thumb slowed her breath down a little, easing the stiffness in her shoulders, until she dozed off. Din sighs. It would have been easier to get her back to the ship if she could walk.

Her eyes snapped open at the shaking of her bed. An unfamiliar scent surrounded her, one that reminded her of the most refreshing steel. Athri may not have known how steel could be refreshing, but she knew that was exactly what it smelled like. It was a fresh metal smell complimented by something icy, like menthol, but it wasn't from the ship itself. There was an alpha on this spacecraft. His clothes hung from the wall that fenced in the bed. Each of them smells a different level of unwashed. She flushed, sniffing one and finding she quite liked the smell.

Shaking her thoughts away, Athri shuffled down to the end of the bed. She felt around, finding a door, and eventually reached a button pad on the right side, so she pressed it randomly until it opened. But her troubles were not yet over. A cacophony sounded from above her head, somewhere on the bridge of the ship, she assumed. Something heavy thudded in front of her and she could feel a presence nearby. "Who's there?" Athri says, hopefully to the someone who stands next to her, but all she can see is darkness. She knew she was frozen in carbonite, so she tried to think back and remembered that someone had freed her. An alpha had let her out and she... scented him. And that same alpha now stood before her.

She couldn't even see the man and yet he intimidated her with just his presence. "Do you remember me?" His body was warm, waves of heat hitting her side with how close he stood.

She fidgeted with the sleeves that fell past her fingers, noting that he must have put a very large shirt over her old attire. There wasn't much by way of style for a slave to the Empire. "Yes." Athri wondered if her cheeks were as red as they felt. Her earlier behavior was so inappropriate! A lot of memories had come back to her after her rest, but she wasn't sure how to make sense of them all.

She noticed the man's voice being modulated, although she couldn't tell while she was feral. "Can you see at all?" She wonders if he wears it as a translator, or perhaps he wears a helmet for atmospheric purposes. His hand and body had felt vaguely human. Athri knew, being a near-human race herself, that one must not assume if one didn't have all the information.

"No." She was able to see before when she was picked up at the school and beyond. Living under Imperial rule was harsh, and she had done it for two years before they- She tried to clear her head of the Empire's treatment. Clips played behind her eyes as parts of her memory returned. "Why did you let me out?"

"I ask the questions," he growled. "Why was there a bounty on your head?"

"Okay! I'm sorry." Athri scrambled back on the bed again. She placated the man, her open palms facing outward. "He was a slave hunter for the Empire. Two of them picked me up from class for "treasonous ideals." I was a kindergarten teacher. They said that I was now the property of the Empire and I'd be... used for reproductive purposes. I got away from them at a rest stop. My memory is all jumbled, so that's all I can tell you." It was a lie, he could tell, but it was also plain hard for her to talk about. She would tell him soon.

"Right. That's enough for today. Get back in there and go to sleep." The deep, weary voice of the alpha held some influence over her still, even when it ran through a modulator, and Athri began to yawn. "We've got a long way to go til Sorgan."

"Wait." The sound of his steps paused. "What should I call you?"

"Mando."

"Mando," She tried the word on her tongue. "Short for Mandalorian. Is that what you are?" But the empty cabin provided no response.

A/N: I tried to include a lot of context clues, but if you are not experienced with the Alpha/Beta/Omega Dynamics tag, I was thinking about putting a more in-depth explanation in chapter two! Thanks for stopping by and please let me know how you liked this by leaving some feedback in the comments or kudos if you like!

Edit 08/16/2024: I'm doing a quick rewrite to fix all the issues with verb form. I just finished this chapter, more to follow!