Korrus, Friday Afternoon Fandom Time

[thedadalorian]

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?

[for the 'guest'!]

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[flourish_or_perish]

"What, and encroached on Grandpa bonding time?" Faye asked, peering around curiously. "Please. Not my scene."

Neither was this, but it was more her scene, at least.

[thedadalorian]

"Greef is just enthusiastic about the kid." Saved his life once and all that.

[flourish_or_perish]

"Hard not to be," Faye admitted. "I don't even like most kids but yours is all right."

High praise. Go ahead and appoint her the child's godmother already, given that attitude.

[thedadalorian]

Being willing to babysit got her that one.

"Thanks," he replied dryly. "I like him too."

[flourish_or_perish]

"You should use his likeability more," Faye advised. "Just send the little guy out to negotiate for you."

Faye had no idea that said little guy could actually defend himself, no. She just kind of figured that any targets they might throw him at would fall apart into gooey piles of, "Omg so cuuuute," and that that would be effective.

[thedadalorian]

"He can't talk." Yeah, that there was the real sticking point. "Other than to people with the whole... magic. Thing."

So, right now just Rey and Anakin.

[flourish_or_perish]

"He doesn't need to," Faye decided, waving a hand dismissively. "Though now my feelings are hurt that he doesn't use the magic thing to talk to me."

Or to Din, but you know. Faye was, as always, the real victim here.

[thedadalorian]

"Maybe you just can't hear him." That was what he went with for his own sanity!

[flourish_or_perish]

Faye was willing to believe that, though she added, "Then he should speak up."

She looked around warily, resting a hand on the holster on her thigh. "So like this whole thing with finding more of you guys seems like a bust?"

Just saying.

[thedadalorian]

"Yeah," he said with a sigh, idly touching his rifle as the people living in the small town went about their business.

Which, of course, meant that was when the space fascists showed up, speeders coming up fast with familiar white armor on them.

[flourish_or_perish]

Faye actually drew her pistol, even as she was immediately looking for somewhere to hide, since that would definitely be preferable.

"Who the hell are those guys?" she demanded, and she wasn't panicking, no your face was panicking, okay?

[thedadalorian]

"Imps," Din said, immediately moving into cover as well. "If it helps, they're not very good shots."

But they did outnumber them by a lot!

[flourish_or_perish]

"That's convenient," Faye noted, ducking around a corner and closing one eye to line up a shot. She was gonna try to hit one of their...floaty motorcycle things, except they didn't have wheels or tires to aim for.

Great.

So, instead, she was just going to be forced to shoot at the guy's armor, ugh.

[thedadalorian]

Sorry, Faye. It was space technology.

That trooper went flying with a classic Wihelm scream, causing the others to pull their speeders around to make cover for them.

Din sighed, taking aim with his rifle to pick the most threatening of them to... disintegrate. Just normal stuff.

[flourish_or_perish]

"I want one of those!" Faye decided, momentarily distracted by the disintegrating. "That's way better than bullets!"

Even if she was a decent enough shot to pick off another, shooting the guy square in the helmet. Ouch.

[thedadalorian]

"Don't try stealing it," he replied dryly as that got some of them scattering.

[flourish_or_perish]

"That'd be pretty dumb since I just tipped my hand," Faye noted as she lowered her weapon to survey the remaining troopers, like she hadn't been planning to do exactly that. "You should just get me one."

[thedadalorian]

"I'll consider it." Never. He would consider it never.

[flourish_or_perish]

"My birthday's in August," Faye said helpfully, like the Gregorian calendar meant anything in this galaxy.

[thedadalorian]

Hopefully she wasn't too surprised by his pausing mid-reload of the rifle to stare at her for that. Because no, August didn't mean anything in this universe.

[flourish_or_perish]

"What, do you not do birthday gifts?" Faye asked, totally misinterpreting what might have confused him there.

Also she should also reload, but that might provide some issues given how limited her ammo was.

(Faye usually just showed up and looked pretty, okay? This was why she needed a sweet disintegration rifle instead of a handgun.)

[thedadalorian]

It still took ammo! Look at the ammo it took!

"Maybe you should start with a blaster." And not your super weird projectile gun.

[flourish_or_perish]

But probably more ammo?

"Do they do that?" she asked, intrigued as she loaded in more bullets, casually keeping an eye out for these truly terribly-bad-at-shooting troopers. "'cause I'm interested in the poof part."

Poof, yes. Look, you describe disintegration via onomatopoeia.

[thedadalorian]

"If you hit the power coupling on that speeder, it might." It wouldn't but oh man, the explosion would be spectacular.

[flourish_or_perish]

"I wonder what bullets'll do to it."

Faye knew neither what a speeder nor its power coupling were, specifically, but she could make a pretty educated guess, here.

She wasn't that great a shot. It took her two tries to manage to hit it.

[thedadalorian]

There were more of those Wilhelm screams as stormtroopers went flying. "See? That works."

[flourish_or_perish]

"What is their...point, exactly?" Faye wondered, watching the flying stormtroopers in delight. "I mean, they're not very...effective."

At riding their funny little bike things, maybe.

[thedadalorian]

"Large numbers, mostly," Din said, scanning the horizon for more of them. "Some aren't this easy to deal with."