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the mediator
part one
reader x din djarin, paz vizsla, boba fett
part one, part two, part three, epilogue
warnings: cursing, mentions of violence, mentions of criminal activity, maybe a crude reference or two
wordcount: 4.4k
summary: A friend on Nevarro offers you a well-paying job, but you realize you might have bitten off more than you can chew when a Mandalorian you wronged is on planet - and in between you and your next paycheck.
a/n: okay Uh hi so welcome to the mediator lol. iâve started school for the fall semester, everything for me is online, and iâm an art major, so Everything Is On Fire. in terms of the blog, iâm working on quite a few things so if thereâs something you were looking forwards to seeing, or like a request you submitted, i have seen it donât worry, it will be written i promise!! i canât prioritize it all rn because classes are pretty demanding, but in the spare time i have, a Lot is in the works so !! exciting!! this fic has three parts and an epilogue, which iâm working on now!! also i absolutely have to thank @jangofctts who has let me bother her about this fic for a Hot minute sheâs pretty much the reason itâs written she was very extremely helpful and was the best set of second eyes i could ask for thank u so much i love you!!!! okay enjoy!!
Maker, you hated Nevarro.
The terrain was rocky and⌠empty. There were no settlements or major cities - you were so used to the bustle of planets in the Inner Rim. Wealthy elites with deep pockets, neon and electricity carving a place into the long nights - it was more home than anything else had ever been. But here? It was a volcanic wasteland, the hot and sticky air wavering around you as you trudged through the gravel, making your way slowly to the only inhabited area on this shithole of a backwater planet. This was not home, it wasnât even familiar territory.
Arrey was lucky you were friends with her.
You werenât even sure what Ives had wanted - all you had received was a vague transmission about a job that was sure to pay well, as long as you stayed calm, conducted yourself in a civil and calm manner, that sort of thing.
âBut,â the transmission had crackled, the soft baritone of Ivesâ voice echoing around your cockpit, âYou are the best with this sort of thing, Coins. I have no doubts.â
You scoffed when you heard the nickname. You thought you had finally left it behind, but here was Ives, bringing up that stupid nickname she gave you. She only used it when she had a job for you that would require some... finessing. It was concerning, but the last good job you had was a few bond skippers. You were low on fuel, and you were starting to dip into emergency resources. Ivesâ high risk jobs usually set you up for a few months at a time, as opposed to the normal pocket change you got on a bounty.
Whatever she had in store, you could handle for a few credits.
The sun was setting behind you as you laid eyes on the poor excuse for civilization ahead of you, the vibrant oranges and pinks you were used to being represented by a growing dark haze. The small settlement - a town, a territory, a place to rest your feet for a bit - was just as dry as the rest of the planet. There were no buildings that were taller than three stories, and only a handful of ships were docked in the outskirts of town.
It would be easier to enter through a small side entrance. The front of the town would be crowded, even so late in the evening, and if you were on Mandalorian business, it was best to be subtle. You were annoyed at how familiar you were with the layout of the small town, annoyed that you knew the best way to approach the job already - even an Inner City scam job would have to be more interesting than whatever shit Ives was about to have you up to.
You slipped between the space between the two buildings, worming your way through the alley. Not much activity on the streets - you were sure that this whole planet closed up shop at soon as the sun threatened to set.
A noise of disgust left your throat as you laid eyes on the small market ahead of you. It was so⌠quaint. Only a few jawas and merchants were loitering around still. Even if you wanted a quick coin, you were sure that they would be much smarter than to fall for any of your schemes. However many credits it would take to get back to the Inner Rim would all have to come from Ives.
The fob gave a soft pip as you passed a stand selling spare droid bits. Metal screws and circuit boards all strewn about, a tan R2 unit beeping and chirping behind the table - the Chagrian repairing the droid gave you a glare when you passed him, but you hadnât even noticed.
You were staring down at your wrist - a small bounty fob had been stitched to an old bracer. Wires poked out of the side, and you hadnât been sure that it still worked. But it gave another small pip, and you couldnât help but smile.
How many years ago had Ives Arrey given you that bracer, telling you to stick close to her on your first job together? She was much more prepared for a dangerous situation - she was quick on her trigger, ready to start firing at the drop of a pin. Youâre sure that the only reason you made it out alive on that heist was how fast she was able to dispose of the other members of your team.
The fobâs beeps grew quicker and quicker as you walked through the settlement. Its little shrieks bounced off the walls and buildings. You turned a corner, following the beeps, and two gloved hands stopped you from crashing into the person in front of you. A gasp tore its way out from your throat - your hand flew to your blaster on your thigh, ripping it out of the holster and -
âHey,â a soft baritone echoed through a voice vocoder. It was smooth and calming, and it carried a heaviness to it, like an old dark lullaby. âRelax, relax, itâs just me.â
You blinked. It was your friend but this⌠this was not the Ives you remembered. Her armor was dark, and had color to it - it was hard to see it in the night, but it looked like a bright green accent around the pitch black of her owl-like visor. The longer you looked at her, the more you saw the deep green that covered all of her beskar.
âYou look⌠different,â you smiled.
âSo do you,â she responded with a chuckle. âYou changed your hair.â
After a shrug, you respond, âI was getting bored, but you look incredible - what, did they let you finally paint your armor?â
âYeah, actually. I earned my signet,â she said. Ives gestured to her pauldron where a serpent was coiled up, baring its fangs.
âWicked cool worm,â you teased, clicking off the fob around your wrist.
She punched your shoulder lightly. âVexis,â Ives corrected. âItâs a Vexis, from Pasaana. Remember the job I took on Pasaana?â
âYeah, yeah, I remember.â You rolled your eyes, but Ives huffed. Her visor tipped down in a Mandalorian glare.
âHey,â she warned. Ives let out a little huff as you flashed a cheesy grin at her. âMaker help me, Coins â
âOkay, okay.â You held your hands in surrender. âItâs a Vexus.â
âRemember that,â she said, turning on her heels and walking down the alleyway. It didnât take much for you to keep up with her, her legs making smaller strides than yours did. Her cape fluttered around her ankles as she walked, and you couldnât help but notice how Mandalorian she looked. She wasâŚ
She was intimidating.
âItâs a lot to take in, right?â
You nodded. She sighed and tugged on the edge of her glove. âYeah, itâs still a lot for me too.â
âWhen did you get the upgrade?â The sun was completely gone, nothing but a small moon to show you how intricate the patterns on her armor was. Small leaves and vines had been engraved on her chest plate, a streak of yellow ran amongst every piece of beskar, and a small smear of red had been painted on under her signet.
âActually, very recently,â she said. âA few days before, well, before you were needed.â
âRight, â you hummed, âAnd that is...?â
Ives glanced over her shoulder âA very sensitive matter,â she whispered.
You huffed. Before you could even get out a comment, she continued, âThat I will get to. I want to get a little bit closer.â
âCloser to?â
You were almost positive you could see her roll her eyes in the way her helmet tilted back and forth. âIâm going to need you to be a little more patient, please.â
âIves, come on.â Your brow furrowed. You knew Ives to be careful, but this was being conservative with the details of your next paycheck. âAnd youâre being vague on purpose - just tell me-â
âI donât want the wrong person overhearing,â she hissed.â Thatâs all-â
âWell, well, well-â A Middle Rim accent sounded behind you, gentle and smooth. A long, armored arm crashed down onto your shoulders, and you were jerked back. âI thought I heard my favorite little criminal. I wasnât aware that Coins stepped foot on planets that, what did you say again, âsmelled like on fire assâ?â
You let out a small sigh of relief - you wrapped an arm around the willow torso you had been smushed up against. âAw, Aeris, you know I couldnât stay away from you for long.â
âWow, Iâm so honored you came all the way to see me.â You could hear the wicked smile coming through his vocal modulator. âBut I know you donât come to the Outer Rim unless you leave with heavier pockets.â
âYouâre right.â Itâs your turn to give a wicked smile. âI donât.â
âSo, who are you scamming this time?â He pinched your cheeks with his spare hand. âStealing from children or widows?â
âTechnically, Aeris sheâs stealing from us,â Ives interjected. You gently punched his unarmored side, and he sagged on top of you with a dramatic groan.
âMortally wounded,â he groaned. âAnd confused - how is she stealing from us?â
Ives paused, coming to a stand still - you almost tripped over Aerisâ feet as he mirrored her movements.
After a moment of silence, the only noise was the quiet night slowly coming to life around you, Aeris mumbled something in Mandoâa under his breath after a moment, almost trying to fill the silence himself. When you looked up at his dark visor, he just shook his head.
You looked at Ives - her visor was pointed towards the ground, and she was picking at her glove again, tugging at the leather around her hands. You were familiar with these habits - you had seen Ives look at the ground and fidget with her hands hundreds of times before. She was carefully planning her next actions, quickly considering her options before she chose the best one.
She let out a low hum, and looked back at you.
âThe leader of our Covert has given me authority to find a mediator to sort out a complication that arose on a job,â Ives said. âIâve chosen you.â
You blinked. âMe?â
She gave a single nod.
âSh-shouldnât you find, I donât know, maybe a Mandalorian mediator?â
âOur leader has explicitly forbidden any other Mandalorians interfering,â she explained calmly. âShe wants unbiased and impartial help.â
âEven in negotiations?â You choked out.
âOh, please,â Aeris chimed in, âEspecially in negotiations. An outside perspective is supposed to be helpful.â
âUnbiased and extremely helpful, yes.â Ives added. âCome on, weâre almost there.â
âOkay, so Iâm negotiating between a few Mandoâs, whatâs the catch?â You said, being tugged along by Aeris. Ives and Aeris both glanced at you for a moment before looking back to , neither bothering to voice what they were thinking until you continued.
âWhy did you ask for me specifically?â You sighed. âAnd whatâs the catch - if it were an easy negotiation, you could have contracted anybody in the Outer Rims.â
âWell, we do like a mediator with a sense of style,â Aeris said, nudging at Ives.
âBecause I know you. I know what youâre capable of, and I know your specialties. Youâre good with money, youâre good at finding a way to split it up-â
âIs this what this is about? You want me to split shares?â You groaned. âMaker, Ives, I could have done that anywhere, why did I have to come here-â
âItâs not as clean and simple as that,â she interjected. âThere are three Mandalorians who need three even shares of a profit. The amount doesnât split evenly, and all three are trying to argue that they deserve a larger portion of the credits that the others.â
You let out a short breath. âI still donât see-â
âThese Mandalorians are hostile, especially when thereâs money involved.â She pointed at her signet, the Venus on her shoulder. âThe Way mandates a base level of respect, but Iâm afraid itâs not going to last for much longer - if someone doesnât work this out, thereâs a good chance it could get violent.â
âLet them fight it out, then. Whoever wins the fight, they get the credits - simple?â You suggested.
âOur leader has instructed us to further this out peacefully,â Ives shook her head, âAs not to draw attention to us.â
âWith those three diâkut, theyâd start a whole galactic war over this shit, so itâd be best to keep things slightly subtle.â
âDonât be an ass, Fenn,â Ives chided. She let out a sigh and didnât speak for a moment, carefully chewing her next words slowly. âBut Aeris has a point, they can be difficult-â
âSee, there, I do have a point,â you didnât have to see his face to know he had a smirk plastered across his face - you could practically see every emotion he felt through his arms, and his voice, and through the way he let little phrases of Mandoâa out when he didnât want anyone to know he was insulting them.
âThank you, Aeris, itâs greatly appreciated.â
âThese Mandoâs really care this much about a job?â You mumbled. You apparently had a lot in common with them - you couldnât say that you wouldnât feel the same, but something wasnât adding up.
Aeris shrugged. âMoney goes a long way in the Outer Rim.â
âMaybe so, but how exactly did this job go down?â You asked. âIâm not really seeing an issue yet.
âI donât know everything, but I know that Vizla and Djarin sort of bumped into each other on a quarry, which means they have to cute the profit in parts already,â he said, âBut I have no idea where Fett came from, or how he got involved on the job-â
You let out a small choking noise, but Aeris continued on. â-So Djarin is pissed, naturally, because heâs out on cash, but if he thinks he can get away will all of the credits, he hasnât met Vizsla.â
âOr Fett,â Ives added. âWhich... Fett isnât exactly known for letting money walk away.â
Aeris snorted. âMaker, Coins, youâre in for it.â
You felt like youâd been punched - the air in your lungs was stolen from you so quickly that it took you a moment to remember how to breathe in the first place. Your blood turned to ice. You felt fucking sick.
Fuck.
Fuck - fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck.
âI don't-â
Your mouth moved before you could fully think out the consequences of bowing out from the job. You would be out money, and time, and Maker, you were in the middle of fucking nowhere.
But if you took this job, you were pretty sure that the only thing youâd be walking away with was a hole in your chest from one of Fettâs rifles.
Or head. Or, fuck, probably both.
You cleared your throat. âI, uh, I donât want this job.â
Ives snorted. âAlright, sure.â
You nudged Aeris off of you, and you planted your feet. You werenât doing this, you couldnât do this job.
âIves, no. I- I canât do this job- I wonât negotiate the shares, youâre on your own!â
Ives stopped. You hadnât been aware that you were shouting, not until both Mandalorians turned to look at you. You swallowed - you could almost see the shock on their face through their helmets.
âWe both know that you wasted too much money on fuel to turn around without something,â Ives said, her voice calm and steady. You wouldnât expect Ives to actually shout back at you, but you couldnât help the slightly guilt that tugged at you as she turned back around. âYou need to work on your bluffing skills - quickly. Theyâre not gonna take any shit.â
âSheâs right.â Aeris shook his head. âSince when are you bad at lying?â
They started walking again, boots stomping out a quick pattern, Aeris tugging you along by your arm, almost dragging you behind him, and you couldnât fucking breath.
Boba Fett was cold and calculated. He was a fucking murderer - there was hardly job he didnât follow through on, rarely a job he didnât see finished. He took up a contract with the Empire, last official thing you heard, and then he disappeared for a few years.
Then, he reappeared, almost twice as ruthless.
You knew Fett - you only worked with him once, but you were close enough to hear the rumors that he had a personal vendetta against you. You knew that he was looking for blood, and you knew that if he was here on Nevarro, and if he knew you were here, you fucking knew you wouldnât be leaving here alive.
âHow often do you work with bounty hunters as notorious as our own Fett?â Aeris chimed, almost reading your mind.
âI- I think it's been a while,â you choked out. Your voice was trembling, they must have heard it. Aeris just cocked his head to the side, a sliver of moonlight catching on his black helmet. âBut I guess it depends.â
âDepends?â He asked. âOh, oh, of course. The money.â
His long arm curled around your neck, bringing your head closer to his torso. Aeris was limber and thin, but he was still capable of being dangerous. He was just as lethal as any other Mandalorian you were going to meet tonight.
âI almost forgot that you donât do anything unless thereâs a credit for you,â he said, his voice dripping with malice, the jab feeling like a threat. âWhich, Arrey, why donât you tell our friends here how much is at stake.â
Your stomach felt like it was twisting up into a knot. For the first time ever on a job, you didnât even want to know about the credits - how much you were about to make, how much was being argued over it, none of it. You just wanted out.
Not that Ives would let you out, you supposed, but the less you knew-
âThe bounty was for fifty-two million credits,â Ives answered. âDjarin said it was a high profile bond skipper - they had racked up thousands of millions of dollars-â
You didnât hear the rest of Iveâs explanation. The only thing you could focus on was the rush of your blood. Your heartbeat was so loud in your own ears. The whole world faded away, slinking around you in a confusing sludge. The hot air was stifling you. It was too heavy, too thick. Your lungs couldnât work with it, couldnât filter through it - your chest felt light it might explode.
Fifty-two million credits.
You wanted to sleep. You wanted to close your eyes and let everything wash away. You could wake up on your ship, somewhere nice, somewhere you could get a nice breakfast. Maybe you could even find a good cup of caf. You could have a great day, and this whole shitty situation would be a distant nightmare.
Maker, you would kill to just wake up from all of this. If you fucked this up, forget Fett, you would have three Mandalorians on your ass. And if they were anything like FettâŚ
This was so far out of your realm of expertise. Even the job you worked with Fett was only for a couple of hundred-thousand credits. The most money you had ever worked for - acquired, earned, stolen, it didnât matter. It was for one million credits. It was the job you met Ives on, the one where she saved your life, taught you how to rob a bank.
It was a pretty large heists for you - all you had known was petty theft and maybe a break-in, and even that was extremely rare. An old contact reached out to you, said he was trying to build up a team that wouldnât mind cutting a few corners, and you certainly could look the other way for a few credits.
And so could Ives. You met her on Daxan IV - all grey beskar with chunks and bits missing. Old scraps of other armor had been fused into her chest plate, and her cuisses over her thigh was scraped and dented. The only pop of color was a dark green cowl that hung over her helmet, and even that was dark.
You remember making a snide comment about her bowcaster, and you remember her quietly throwing back something just as crude about how many layers you were wearing. At the end of the day, when the guns were pointed at you, that bowcaster had saved your life - Ives had saved you.
She was calm and collected in a firefight, but couldnât handle the finessing and haggling that came with bounty hunting. You were a smooth talker, you were proud of that, but staying cool in a firefightâŚ
You just had different priorities. Ives and you became a team, reaching out when the other needed a right hand woman for a job.
And you were grateful - Ivesâ jobs were always well paying, but they normally came with a catch. One job she brought you along for was connected to the Rebellion, so the Imps were on your ass for months, one job was screwing up the numbers on a Hutt accountantâs book, one job was literally just fucking arson. There was always something - you didnât think that thereâd be something on this job, that maybe this would be the most straightforward job Ives gave you.
Well, here was the fucking catch - here were multiple fucking catches.
âAny other way you can raise the stakes, Arrey?â You snarked. Your voice sounded strained and high pitched. Maker, you wanted to at least appear like you knew what you were doing.
Ives cocked her head to the side. âNot that I can think of⌠Unless you have something to add, Aeris?â
You felt as he shrugged. âThatâs more than I even knew.â He laughed - something short and dry, more out of cruelty than of pure humor. âCanât wait to hear the deats when I get back.â
âBack?â You asked a little too quickly. You hadnât seen either of them in quite a long while, and it would make you feel a lot better if they were right behind you for this entire mediation.
You could feel the little breath he let out, the small huff that made his chest expand. âJob off planet, Coins.â
You poked his unarmored sides, and leaned your head against him. âTry not to be a dumbass and get yourself killed, Fenn.â
He poked your cheek. âOnly for you, chakaar.â
Ives gave him a nod as he removed his arm from you - his hand grazed your shoulder for a moment before he gave a nod back. Aeris tugged his hood over himself, the red streaks of his helmet disappearing beneath the dark wool. He turned the corner, and-
He was gone, and it was just Ives and you.
You waited a minute. Two, three, the minutes slugged along as you just waited.
âWhat did you do to Fett?â Ives asked quietly.
You blinked. âI- Iâm sorry?â
âAeris was too busy looking down your shirt to notice - or, maybe he didnât even care, but you lookâŚâ
She studied you for a second, then shrugged. âYou look scared as shit.â
Boba Fett had reached out to you - he needed an expendable worm who could steal, who could handle cutting corners, yadda yadda, what else was new? It was the same job description and employer type. The only thing that was different was that your boss was covered in beskar.
Job went south almost immediately. Another one of Bobaâs associates sold him out to a New Republic squadron - Boba was busy handling that, but you had found the credits stashed in the lower haul, and you dipped.
Only one escape pod on the small vessel - you did feel a little bad, but it was Fett. He would probably be fine.
It was only a few days before you heard that he was looking for you.
He apparently wasnât that serious about finding you. If he really was serious about it, you wouldâve been hunted down and killed already. You head on a stake, your body on a pyre, that sort of thing. Maybe you werenât Fettâs top priority, but you werenât going to give him easy access toâŚ
Well, you.
âWe, uh, met on a job - like you and me, but, um,â you paused. Maybe it wasnât the best idea to tell her that you ratted out a member of her Covert - the last thing you needed, or wanted, was to cause an issue with Ives. âIt didnât go very wellâŚâ
Ives let out a low hum. âI assume youâre the reason for that?â
âWh- me?â You let out a dramatic gasp. âIâm hurt - for your information, I am not the reason the job didnât go as planned.â
âOh? So whatâs the reason for you being terrified at the mention of Boba?â Ives put a hand on her hip. When all you did was shrug, she clicked her tongue.
âWell, hopefully heâs forgotten what youâve done to him by now.â
âDoes he- is Fett the forgetful type?â You asked, a glimmer of hope appearing in this ridiculously shitty situation.
She shrugged and gestured to the door to your side - it was rather simple and weathered. âFor your sake, I hope so.â
You let out a shaky breath. âIves, I donât know-â
âCoins, listen-â
She took a step towards you and gripped your shoulder. She rested her head against yours, and as you peered into the inky visor, you almost felt calm. Like maybe, you werenât quite alone.
âHit the fob if thereâs trouble, just like always,â she said softly. âIâll be right outside this door if you need anything, but Djarin and Vizsla should be a buffer between Fett and, uh⌠you.â
You placed your hand on top of hers and gave a small smile. âThank you, Ives.â
âYouâll be fine,â she nodded. âNow, go in there, and get your paycheck.â
You nodded and you stepped towards the door. Ives tapped in a short string of numbers on the keypad. The door slid up, the cool air from inside seeping out to meet you - it was tempting, but you couldnât forget what else was in the room besides air conditioning.
You peered into the room - and inside were three Mandalorians, whose helmets all turned to look at you.
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