Din resisted the urge to shift uncomfortably at the way the Mando described their objective. The man wasn’t wrong, but not thinking too hard about whatever pucks he took on was typically the best way to get through job to job, as far as he was concerned. There was rarely a job he refused to take on, but hunting someone down for the Pyke Syndicate was hardly the worst thing he’d done. He doubted it was the worst this other beroya had done, either. Not if he’d been in the game long enough.
But he kept his mouth shut. The Mando hadn’t argued about the fob, so he figured biting his tongue was a decent trade-off.
He didn’t bother nodding in agreement when the other said they’d meet at the airfield, choosing to just silently watch him leave the bar. Then, he turned and leveled his gaze on Greef.
“What? I thought you two would get along. Seemed like you have one or two things in common. Like that sunny disposition you’re so well known for.” Greef said with a feigned look of innocence.
Din sighed heavily.
It was nearing three hours later when Din finally reached the airfield. There was a sack of supplies over his shoulder, and his pockets lighter of their credits. He had taken his meager earnings to the covert, as well as the news of another Mandalorian on world. The Armorer had taken the news better than he had-- but then again, it was always difficult to read the stoic woman. She had given him words of caution as well as words of encouragement. Reminding him that other Mandalorians were not his enemies.
It left a bitter taste in his mouth, bit he knew better than to entirely disregard her words. That didnt mean he had to like the other beroya.
He slowed as he reached the lava flats, noticing the other Razor Crest for the first time. It must have landed after he had that morning. Without even a doubt he knew the other Razor Crest belonged to the other Mando. He begrudgingly acknowledged that atleast the man had decent taste in ships-- but didn’t bother thinking anything beyond that. The sooner they get this over with, the better.
Din headed to the other Razor Crest and stood there for a moment, taking in the ship, the parts were it differed from his. He was looking for any and every excuse he could give to insist they take his ship. By the look of the fob, just the trip out to the mark was going to take a day or two on its own, not even counting how long it took to track the guy down and secure him. He didn’t want to be stuck in an unfamiliar ship for that long if he had to-- or to leave his own ship unguarded on Nevarro for that long.
After a moment, he sighed, shifting the weight of the bag on his shoulder before calling out to the Mandalorian, “Su cuy'gar?”
Should have been a friendly greeting, but the questioning and -- let’s face it, borderline aggressive tone made it something a little more… rough. He winced under his helmet, knowing no one could see the expression.
Kriff, he was going to turn into Paz at this rate. What was it that the Armorer had said, again…? Other Mandalorians weren’t his enemy..? Well, the message wasn’t having an easy time sinking in through his thick helmet, it looked like.
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But he kept his mouth shut. The Mando hadn’t argued about the fob, so he figured biting his tongue was a decent trade-off.
He didn’t bother nodding in agreement when the other said they’d meet at the airfield, choosing to just silently watch him leave the bar. Then, he turned and leveled his gaze on Greef.
“What? I thought you two would get along. Seemed like you have one or two things in common. Like that sunny disposition you’re so well known for.” Greef said with a feigned look of innocence.
Din sighed heavily.
It was nearing three hours later when Din finally reached the airfield. There was a sack of supplies over his shoulder, and his pockets lighter of their credits. He had taken his meager earnings to the covert, as well as the news of another Mandalorian on world. The Armorer had taken the news better than he had-- but then again, it was always difficult to read the stoic woman. She had given him words of caution as well as words of encouragement. Reminding him that other Mandalorians were not his enemies.
It left a bitter taste in his mouth, bit he knew better than to entirely disregard her words. That didnt mean he had to like the other beroya.
He slowed as he reached the lava flats, noticing the other Razor Crest for the first time. It must have landed after he had that morning. Without even a doubt he knew the other Razor Crest belonged to the other Mando. He begrudgingly acknowledged that atleast the man had decent taste in ships-- but didn’t bother thinking anything beyond that. The sooner they get this over with, the better.
Din headed to the other Razor Crest and stood there for a moment, taking in the ship, the parts were it differed from his. He was looking for any and every excuse he could give to insist they take his ship. By the look of the fob, just the trip out to the mark was going to take a day or two on its own, not even counting how long it took to track the guy down and secure him. He didn’t want to be stuck in an unfamiliar ship for that long if he had to-- or to leave his own ship unguarded on Nevarro for that long.
After a moment, he sighed, shifting the weight of the bag on his shoulder before calling out to the Mandalorian, “Su cuy'gar?”
Should have been a friendly greeting, but the questioning and -- let’s face it, borderline aggressive tone made it something a little more… rough. He winced under his helmet, knowing no one could see the expression.
Kriff, he was going to turn into Paz at this rate. What was it that the Armorer had said, again…? Other Mandalorians weren’t his enemy..? Well, the message wasn’t having an easy time sinking in through his thick helmet, it looked like.