You were practically buzzing with newfound energy as Din loaded the bounty onto the Razor Crest. Relief and eagerness bloomed in your chest as you entered the coordinates into the ship’s navigational system, wondering what awaited the two of you at your next destination. The hunt almost never took this long, and the thought of another day spent under the Tatooine suns made you restless for something new.

“Where to?” Din’s tired voice fills the cockpit as he collapses into the seat beside you.

After years of hunting across the galaxies, locations had become easier to recognize than the names of planets or distant star systems; the places you’d traveled had blurred into an endless pool of information that you didn’t have the energy to sort through.

You rattle off the coordinates listlessly, hoping that your companion doesn’t ask much more of you and your fatigued mind.

“Sarka,” he replies languidly, his voice crackling softly through his modulator.

“You’ve been there before? What’s it like?”

He pauses for a moment, tilting his head in consideration. “It’s not a desert.”

You hum gratefully, settling back into your seat and closing your eyes as Din takes over the ship’s navigation. “Good enough for me.”

-

When you finally crack your eyes open, you’re greeted with the sight of lush, vibrant foliage swallowing the Razor Crest as Din lands the ship with his usual quiet professionalism.

Heavy, overcast clouds are gathered above the tree line, warning of impending weather much different than that of the Tatooine desert, and thunder rumbles softly above the noise of the Crest’s engine.

Trees billow and flatten under the force of the ship’s landing, and as you peer down at the woodlands, you can almost imagine the feeling of dark, foreign soil under your feet.

You stretch your arms in front of you with a sigh, the lingering weight of fatigue burdening your muscles as you clamber out of your seat.

Before Din ever unloads a bounty from the ship, he likes to familiarize himself with the terrain and prepare for the possibilities of navigating foreign lands. It isn’t often that the Mandalorian is caught off guard, and the odd circumstances of this hunt won’t change his steadfast routine.

Din rises with slow, drawn-out movements, the only indication that he felt the same stiff ache that had settled in your limbs.

He gives a curt nod before leading you from the cockpit and through the ship’s quiet passageway. The only sounds to be heard were the clink of Mandalorian beskar and the soft whir of the Crest’s outer hatch lowering to the ground.

The stark grey panels of the ship’s entryway open to reveal green as far as the eye can see. You rock on the balls of your feet eagerly, fighting the urge to run past the Mandalorian and embrace the scenery before you.

“Go ahead,” Din says from behind his helmet, amusement evident in his filtered voice.

You grin widely and descend the ramp ahead of your counterpart, gear clunking with each bounding step towards the ground.

Din follows at a careful pace, surveying the area for any sign of threat. Once he’s sure that the only movement is the long grass stirring in the wind, his hand relaxes from his blaster and he turns to you with a hidden smile.

“It’s beautiful,” you call out to him, voice muffled by the boorish thunder that cracks through the air.

His response is lost to the sudden patter of rain beating against the ship’s metal exterior. The sound drowns out your joyous laughter as your head tips backwards to welcome the falling water against your skin. Rain trickles over your face and into your open mouth and Din is left speechless by your open display of rejoice.

He can barely hear his own thoughts over the sound of heavy rain against his helmet, but he doesn’t seem to mind as he descends the ship’s ramp to stand by your side.

Drops of water ricochet off his armored shoulders and create small rivulets down the front of his chest plate, washing away the layer of Tatooine dust that still lingered on the metal. His head tips up towards the sky in silent admiration, mirroring you as he considers what the rain might feel like against his face.

Oblivious to your companion’s musings, you shriek happily and praise maker for the weather, cupping your hands in the air to gather the falling rain. Din watches in fascination as the remnants of the Tatooine desert are washed away, leaving you fresh-faced and delighted by the sudden downpour.

“What do you think?” You ask after a moment, realizing that Din had likely never experienced the rain as you had.

Without a word, his hand comes up to your cheek, holding your face in admiration before tenderly wiping the streaks of rain from beneath your lashes. Din’s thumb lingers for a moment, and you wonder if he can feel the water seeping through the thin material of his gloves.

You grab his hand in yours and pull it back from your face, eyeing him cautiously as you peel the now-damp glove away, revealing a small glimpse of the man behind the beskar.

Rain drips into his open palm and his shoulders tense as if he’s expecting a harsher touch. You can’t see Din’s face, but you can imagine his expression as water pools in his hand and runs down his wrist, disappearing into the sleeve of his tunic.

“It’s warm,” he marvels, gentle voice contrasting his formidable appearance.

“Not always,” you chime in, not missing the way Din leans in to hear your voice over the rain. “Just like the people – it’s different everywhere you go.”

He nods thoughtfully, flexing his fingers in your hold, seemingly entranced by the sight of his bare skin against yours.

A moment passes before you remember your foreign surroundings and pull away from your counterpart. “We should grab the bounty before the rain gets too heavy.”

“Not yet.” Din’s voice is almost urgent as he pulls you back into him, helmet tipped low to meet your surprised gaze.

“Five more minutes?” He asks softly, tenderly, like his request was something entirely outlandish.

His grip on your hand tightens and you think you’d be content to waste the entire day here if Din asked. A smile creeps onto your face and you nod contently.

You were practically buzzing with newfound energy as Din loaded the bounty onto the Razor Crest. Relief and eagerness bloomed in your chest as you entered the coordinates into the ship’s navigational system, wondering what awaited the two of you at your next destination. The hunt almost never took this long, and the thought of another day spent under the Tatooine suns made you restless for something new.

“Where to?” Din’s tired voice fills the cockpit as he collapses into the seat beside you.

After years of hunting across the galaxies, locations had become easier to recognize than the names of planets or distant star systems; the places you’d traveled had blurred into an endless pool of information that you didn’t have the energy to sort through.

You rattle off the coordinates listlessly, hoping that your companion doesn’t ask much more of you and your fatigued mind.

“Sarka,” he replies languidly, his voice crackling softly through his modulator.

“You’ve been there before? What’s it like?”

He pauses for a moment, tilting his head in consideration. “It’s not a desert.”

You hum gratefully, settling back into your seat and closing your eyes as Din takes over the ship’s navigation. “Good enough for me.”

-

When you finally crack your eyes open, you’re greeted with the sight of lush, vibrant foliage swallowing the Razor Crest as Din lands the ship with his usual quiet professionalism.

Heavy, overcast clouds are gathered above the tree line, warning of impending weather much different than that of the Tatooine desert, and thunder rumbles softly above the noise of the Crest’s engine.

Trees billow and flatten under the force of the ship’s landing, and as you peer down at the woodlands, you can almost imagine the feeling of dark, foreign soil under your feet.

You stretch your arms in front of you with a sigh, the lingering weight of fatigue burdening your muscles as you clamber out of your seat.

Before Din ever unloads a bounty from the ship, he likes to familiarize himself with the terrain and prepare for the possibilities of navigating foreign lands. It isn’t often that the Mandalorian is caught off guard, and the odd circumstances of this hunt won’t change his steadfast routine.

Din rises with slow, drawn-out movements, the only indication that he felt the same stiff ache that had settled in your limbs.

He gives a curt nod before leading you from the cockpit and through the ship’s quiet passageway. The only sounds to be heard were the clink of Mandalorian beskar and the soft whir of the Crest’s outer hatch lowering to the ground.

The stark grey panels of the ship’s entryway open to reveal green as far as the eye can see. You rock on the balls of your feet eagerly, fighting the urge to run past the Mandalorian and embrace the scenery before you.

“Go ahead,” Din says from behind his helmet, amusement evident in his filtered voice.

You grin widely and descend the ramp ahead of your counterpart, gear clunking with each bounding step towards the ground.

Din follows at a careful pace, surveying the area for any sign of threat. Once he’s sure that the only movement is the long grass stirring in the wind, his hand relaxes from his blaster and he turns to you with a hidden smile.

“It’s beautiful,” you call out to him, voice muffled by the boorish thunder that cracks through the air.

His response is lost to the sudden patter of rain beating against the ship’s metal exterior. The sound drowns out your joyous laughter as your head tips backwards to welcome the falling water against your skin. Rain trickles over your face and into your open mouth and Din is left speechless by your open display of rejoice.

He can barely hear his own thoughts over the sound of heavy rain against his helmet, but he doesn’t seem to mind as he descends the ship’s ramp to stand by your side.

Drops of water ricochet off his armored shoulders and create small rivulets down the front of his chest plate, washing away the layer of Tatooine dust that still lingered on the metal. His head tips up towards the sky in silent admiration, mirroring you as he considers what the rain might feel like against his face.

Oblivious to your companion’s musings, you shriek happily and praise maker for the weather, cupping your hands in the air to gather the falling rain. Din watches in fascination as the remnants of the Tatooine desert are washed away, leaving you fresh-faced and delighted by the sudden downpour.

“What do you think?” You ask after a moment, realizing that Din had likely never experienced the rain as you had.

Without a word, his hand comes up to your cheek, holding your face in admiration before tenderly wiping the streaks of rain from beneath your lashes. Din’s thumb lingers for a moment, and you wonder if he can feel the water seeping through the thin material of his gloves.

You grab his hand in yours and pull it back from your face, eyeing him cautiously as you peel the now-damp glove away, revealing a small glimpse of the man behind the beskar.

Rain drips into his open palm and his shoulders tense as if he’s expecting a harsher touch. You can’t see Din’s face, but you can imagine his expression as water pools in his hand and runs down his wrist, disappearing into the sleeve of his tunic.

“It’s warm,” he marvels, gentle voice contrasting his formidable appearance.

“Not always,” you chime in, not missing the way Din leans in to hear your voice over the rain. “Just like the people – it’s different everywhere you go.”

He nods thoughtfully, flexing his fingers in your hold, seemingly entranced by the sight of his bare skin against yours.

A moment passes before you remember your foreign surroundings and pull away from your counterpart. “We should grab the bounty before the rain gets too heavy.”

“Not yet.” Din’s voice is almost urgent as he pulls you back into him, helmet tipped low to meet your surprised gaze.

“Five more minutes?” He asks softly, tenderly, like his request was something entirely outlandish.

His grip on your hand tightens and you think you’d be content to waste the entire day here if Din asked. A smile creeps onto your face and you nod contently.