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The rumor of Mandalorians being spotted that Greef provided was turning out to be false. The odds hadn't been great, this being a known former (?) Imperial planet out here.

Then again, Imps tended to show up anywhere and everywhere still. But that could always be the narrative trying to wrangle Din back into being important to the plot no matter how much he resisted.

The main issue, however, was in having a 'partner' along for the ride. Yeah, he wasn't good at the whole small talk thing. Or trying to explain politics. Or trying to explain what a Mandalorian even was.

"You could have stayed back on Nevarro," Din said instead of dropping his still helmet covered face in his hands like he wanted to.

Where was a cadre of murderous space fascists to attack when you really needed them?

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thedadalorian: made by <user name=lylith-st> (my the force with you too???)
Things had leaned toward even stranger than what Din had seen on the island to begin with. And, on top of that, the kid had been anxious and worried the entire time on Monday. Which was why he got the Razorcrest ready and took off that night to see if maybe Greef had a job for him until whatever that was blew over.

At the very least, it let the kid pass out on his lap as soon as they were far enough away from the planet.

"Alright, kid. Almost there," he said, flicking through the controls as he set up to enter atmosphere and land.

[for the stow-away!]

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