Din Djarin (
thedadalorian) wrote2021-04-30 06:50 am
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Korrus, Friday Afternoon Fandom Time
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'!]
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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Neither was this, but it was more her scene, at least.
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High praise. Go ahead and appoint her the child's godmother already, given that attitude.
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"Thanks," he replied dryly. "I like him too."
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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.
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So, right now just Rey and Anakin.
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Or to Din, but you know. Faye was, as always, the real victim here.
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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.
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Which, of course, meant that was when the space fascists showed up, speeders coming up fast with familiar white armor on them.
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"Who the hell are those guys?" she demanded, and she wasn't panicking, no your face was panicking, okay?
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But they did outnumber them by a lot!
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Great.
So, instead, she was just going to be forced to shoot at the guy's armor, ugh.
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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.
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Even if she was a decent enough shot to pick off another, shooting the guy square in the helmet. Ouch.
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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.)
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"Maybe you should start with a blaster." And not your super weird projectile gun.
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"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.
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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.
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At riding their funny little bike things, maybe.
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