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"Hey, Mandalorian, Amir is inside," Wolf shouted. The Mandalorian didn't respond. He simply walked past them and entered. Han Solo blinked,
"Hey, Mandalorian, Amir is inside," Wolf shouted.
The Mandalorian didn't respond. He simply walked past them and entered.
Han Solo blinked, then hurried after him.
"Mandalorian, my name is Han Solo. Hear me out, I have a plan…"
Amir, who had just finished assembling a small device, heard Han's voice from a distance—no, heard him pitching his "plan."
The Mandalorian finally stepped closer, eyes fixed ahead, completely ignoring Han Solo by his side.
"Where's my money?" he asked flatly.
Amir held up a bundle of metal chips he had prepared in advance and handed it over.
The Mandalorian brought the pieces to his visor, examined them closely, and even scratched a few lines with a small knife before muttering, "Fair price."
"Of course. Want a drink?" Amir offered.
"Why not." Clearly, he was in a decent mood.
"Then you're buying."
"…"
Also ignoring the desperately winking Han Solo, Amir stashed the compact signal jammer in his bag and walked off the ship with the Mandalorian.
"Come on, Wolf, let's get a drink. Unless you'd rather go tour the moisture farms outside town?" Amir asked.
"There's always time to visit farms," Wolf replied as he stood up.
Han Solo, predictably, followed them like a persistent shadow.
The group made their way into a bustling cantina in Mos Eisley.
Amid the chaos of shady characters and loud chatter, Amir and his companions found a seat in a corner.
Sitting in the open always invited attention from nosy beings—maybe not dangerous, but definitely troublesome.
The familiar Bith band was still playing, and various strange species twisted and swayed to the music.
"What can I get for you?" asked a protocol droid that had been repurposed as a server, speaking Basic.
"Tatooine Sunset," Amir ordered a tea.
"Why that sweet and sour drink, Amir?" Wolf bellowed. "I'll take a Bloody Rancor."
That particular beverage came with a chunk of edible bone—well deserving of its name.
Han Solo looked tempted but hesitated. Clearly, he wanted to try it.
"I suggest the Carbon Freeze," Amir quipped, thinking of the time Han was carbon-frozen by Boba Fett.
"No, I'll take the Bloody Rancor."
"Good luck."
All eyes eventually landed on the Mandalorian in his helmet.
"Don't worry, I brought a straw for you," Amir offered, holding up a bamboo straw he'd grabbed from the ship.
"Beer," the Mandalorian replied, ignoring Amir's 'helpful' gesture.
"So, what's your name? I can't just keep calling you 'Mando,'" Amir asked.
The Mandalorian hesitated, then finally said, "Din Djarin. It's been a long time since anyone used that name."
"Alright, Old Din, what's next for you? Taking a break with your pay, or picking up another job?"
Han Solo seized the moment and placed his hand on the table. "Listen, I have a plan."
Finally, the three of them looked at him.
"Okay, so a couple days ago I overheard some Imperial officers talking. There's a major assault coming, but after that, their forces will be stretched thin across multiple planets. Some of those worlds are chaotic, unstable. I'm telling you, we could swipe Imperial weapons during the confusion."
"If you want to die, go alone. Don't drag us into it," Amir said, exasperated. It was risky, sure, but maybe not impossible.
"You'll come with me. I know you need the money," Han said, looking at Din Djarin.
"I need to stay alive more," Din replied.
Drinks arrived.
Wolf immediately downed a gulp of the crimson liquid, while Han looked at his drink with a frown—he'd clearly underestimated it.
Amir slowly sipped his amber beverage, steam still rising from the surface.
"Go ahead and use the straw. I've got plenty on the ship."
"No need." Din Djarin slightly raised his helmet, just enough to reveal his mouth, and took a careful sip. Even that seemed to make him uncomfortable.
Ignored again, Han sulked and crossed his legs, staring at the Bloody Rancor with the meat bone floating inside. Finally, he made up his mind and took a large swig. The combination of the strong alcohol and the bone's metallic tang made him wince.
"Tastes alright," he muttered.
"You don't need to go through with this heist. You just need to find Crimson Dawn and rescue your girlfriend," Amir suggested.
"Which is why I need money. I need a ship. That way, I can do whatever I need," Han replied.
"I still think you should check them out first. Who knows, Crimson Dawn might be your golden ticket."
Han fell silent, sipping slowly from his crimson drink.
"Maybe you're right," he sighed.
"I know a few things about Crimson Dawn," Din Djarin spoke up. "They've been active lately, recruiting lots of bounty hunters."
"See?" Amir gestured broadly.
"So you'll help me find them?" Han asked.
"If the price is right," Din replied, finishing his beer.
Han turned to Amir again.
"Alright, I'll help you—but don't forget to pay me back," Amir sighed. He couldn't expect someone who'd just defected from the Imperial army to have any savings, and he wasn't about to make Han sell his blaster rifle.
They chatted idly for a while.
"I'm leaving," Din Djarin said as he stood up.
Years in the galaxy had stripped him of any desire for leisure. Everything was about efficiency. With a new job lined up, he was eager to get moving.
Han stood up as well and turned to Amir. "Thanks. I promise you won't regret this."
"Let's hope not."
After finishing their drinks, Amir took the quietly drinking Wolf and headed back to the Traveler.
"Cheated death and made a ton of money. Tonight, we're going to that BBQ joint by the docking bay. I hear they roast an entire dewback every night."
"Where'd you make your money?" Wolf asked.
"…," Amir coughed awkwardly. The refined ore he got from Lango was worth way more than ten thousand credits.
His once-empty wallet was now flush again.
"I'm gonna wander around a bit," Wolf said. "I'll meet you there tonight."
After Wolf left, Amir launched the Traveler and flew straight toward Obi-Wan's hut.
When he arrived, he found Obi-Wan not off wandering for once, but meditating at the front of his home.
"Good to see you back safe, Amir," Obi-Wan said, opening his eyes. "And I can sense it—you've grown stronger in the Force."
"Stronger?" Amir closed his eyes and focused on the Force. He really could feel a deeper, more intimate connection with the surrounding currents.
"Probably from constant use lately," Amir explained. During combat flights, he'd maintained his Force awareness the entire time to help him dodge enemy fire.
"That's right. Repeated training is one of the most effective ways to strengthen your Force abilities."
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