#maybesomesmutlater

[gudhoomanbean]

Stowaway Chapter 1:

Word count: 2025

Warnings: canon related violence, death.

A/N: HIII GUYS. So, to be completely honest, I've just binged Rough Day and it was the most amazing fanfic ever. Something about Din just gets my stomach in a twist, and so I was super inspired to get all my daydreaming and lusting down on paper. It's probably not going to be as smutty, but it will be full of feels, laughs, and fluff, cos I'm fluffy :> Honestly just want to explore what getting to know Din would be like, in my own way. Lots of adventure to follow, but not to worry my lusty friends! There will, be smut XD. Just not yet.

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Cold. The first thing you notice when you open your eyes is just how cold it's gotten. The second thing you notice is that you feel lightheaded and your vision is blurry.

"Concussion... Great." You say out loud to the haze in front of your eyes.

Slowly you start to get your bearings as you try to blink away the greyness. Except you soon realise it's not your eyes, this dense smoke is coming from blown pipes and burning chemicals. You grab the top of the table and pull yourself up, groaning as your head pounds from the movement.

An attack. You remember that your prisoner transport was attacked. Likely another faction looking to save one of their own. You feel yourself get angry at them, the lives they stole today, without remorse.

You look around your lab and sigh deeply. Everything has been destroyed by blaster fire. All your equipment, all your research. You take a quick look around to see if there are any medical supplies left to patch yourself up with. You find an intact syringe of bacta and thank your little stars.

After patching yourself up, you start to move around the abandoned ship. You step over broken bodies, the lights flashing erratically and the pipes hissing out oxygen. You shiver, the life support must be down. You wonder if there is anyone left alive. You got knocked out from some sort of explosive and missed all of the action. But you feel glad you did. You don't think you'd still be walking around if you hadn't.

You reach the control room and your heart plummets. It's a mess. And not the kind you know how to clean up. Everything is flashing red, and the monitors tell you the engines and life support are down. You have a huge hull breach you're assuming the attackers used to get out, and your fuel has leaked into space. This ship... Is stranded. That means you're stranded.

You're about to sink to the floor in despair when you hear clomp clomp clomp behind you, the sound of heavy footsteps approaching. You quickly duck into the nearest hiding space (a tiny service hatch) and hold your breath, terrified that its one of the murderers looking for witnesses.

You peek through the tiny gap you left, scared of being caught, but needing to know who it is anyways. If you can get a description, maybe you can take it to the New Republic and they can catch these assholes. If.. you can get there.

The footsteps grow louder, and you stay very very still. You see a flash of bright silver, and the source stops in front of the controls. You hear a few beeps and the sounds of buttons being pressed, and one of the monitors comes to life with camera footage. You watch, having a better angle to see the monitor than the person, and you're horrified. They massacred everyone.

You hear a sigh, and the sound of a deep modulated voice fills the room

"Well kid, don't think there's anyone left alive. Let's get some supplies and get going."

Kid? You adjust as much as you can without making a noise, but all you can see is a round device floating alongside a large suit of armour. Is that beskar? You try to look upwards to see the face of the stranger, but all you see is a helmet. A very familiar looking helmet.

A Mandalorian? Traveling with a kid. You'd heard rumours out here in the Outer Rim, officers coming in and talking about the chaos a Mandalorian leaves in his wake. He was always traveling with a kid. Could this be him?

You can't be sure, but what you do know is that he isn't an intruder. He's not here to kill you. And, he's your ticket off this dead ship. You watch him turn around and leave the room, and you only crawl out of the hatch when you can no longer hear his footsteps. He has to have a ship.

You run over to the console and see if it can show you anything about a ship being docked. The display is cracked and flickery, but you just manage to make out where his ship is. Now you have a direction.

As quietly and quickly as you can, you make your way to where his ship has docked with this one. You keep an eye and ear out for any sounds of him and his companion as you jump over bodies and sidestep wiring, trying to make it there before they do. Please please please get there before they do.

You can't get stuck here.

You make it to where he docked his ship, and look up. The hatch is still open. You hope this means they haven't gotten back yet, and not that they've just climbed in. Giving your surroundings a quick glance, you jump onto the ladder and scramble up into his ship.

Peeking your head inside, you take it all in. It's not spacious, but it isn't small either. It's narrow, but long. To your right, you assume is the back of the ship, and the ramp for loading and offloading large objects. It's spacious enough to fit 3 Blurrgs comfortably, but it's mostly empty, apart from a few containers. In front of you, you see a mobile Carbonite freezing system, and your heart skips a few beats. You don't want to end up in there...

To your left is what you assume goes towards the front of the ship. You see a... urinal fresher type device (so old and outdated you hope it's not what you think it is), a storage compartment and a ladder leading upwards. No signs of the Mandalorian though. You continue to climb up until you're completely inside the ship.

Looking around, you don't see anywhere you can easily hide, so the stairs are your next best option. You head over and climb them, coming up into a small room with doors on either side. You look left again, and opening the door you see the cockpit. No. Definitely not there. You try right this time, and upon opening the door you have to bite back a gasp.

Three blocks of Carbonite stand in front of you, the faces of its captives frozen in time. You shudder, wondering what these poor souls did to deserve this. It also reminds you of another piece of information on this Mandalorian.... He's a bounty hunter. Dangerous and unbeatable. You shudder, wondering why it had to be his ship.

You ease your way past the blocks and open the next door. You're suddenly blasted with heat and squint your eyes, surprised. A reactor. You stand there for a moment, contemplating your knowledge of the ship and what you think would be the best place to hide. You look around the room, and your eyes light up when you see another panel. You open it up and there is a tiny little compartment, just big enough for you to squeeze into.

You climb in and settle in next to a camtono and a decapitated, bug-eyed droid.

"Hey, how's it going. Mind if I share with you for a little while?" You ask the droid, knowing you won't get an answer, but amusing yourself anyways.

You've just closed the door to the compartment when you hear footsteps climbing up the ladder outside, and your breathing starts to pick up along with your heart rate, hoping against hope he hasn't noticed or heard anything. You hold your breath as you hear the doors to the cockpit open, and don't release it until you feel the ship disengage from your transport and pull off into space.

You smile to yourself. Maybe you'll make it to civilization without any hiccups. Maybe you won't have to deal with the scary Mandalorian and have to explain to him exactly why you're on his ship. You rest your head against the cool metal wall, and close your eyes. Your head feels light and heavy, exhaustion is creeping in, taking the place of adrenaline. But you know sleep is last thing you should do when you have a concussion. You might not wake up.

So you just sit there, listening to the humming of the engines and the nothingness of hyperspace, wondering when the ship will reach its destination, and how long you'll be able to hide away like this.

You don't even make it half a day.

You start awake when you hear the doors being opened to the backlog room, and curse yourself for falling asleep. You listen, your heart beating erratically, as the footsteps outside draw near. You hear a grunt and a heavy click, and assume that another block of Carbonite has been added to the collection. You sit very still, waiting to hear footsteps receding.

You're still listening intently when the door in front of you is suddenly ripped open. You blink into the sudden brightness and don't have a chance to react before the Mandalorian grabs your arm and rips you out of the compartment, pushing you up against the wall with his arm under your throat, and blaster pointed straight at you.

"How did you get in here?" He asks, voice deadly.

"How did you find me?" You ask him, still dazed from the speed and catching up with the events.

"Heat. Now answer me." He bites back.

You look up at him, at the beskar helmet glinting into the light, reflecting everything around it, including your own disheveled, terrified expression. You assume that means the helmet has heat sensor technology. Dank farrik. You can't see anything behind the helmet, and you only have his voice to go off of. It's warning you, that you are in so much danger. The alarm bells in your head are going crazy, and a part of you regrets ever climbing on this ship. You may have just put yourself in more danger.

"I-I saw you in the control room and uh, went to find your ship. You weren't there and the uh the hatch was open and I climbed in and and hid away." You whisper, hoping it's enough.

"Why?" He grunts. You look at him, and notice his grip hasn't faltered once, he hasn't moved a millimetre. You try to gulp, but the pressure on your throat makes it difficult.

"The transport was.. was dead in the water. I needed a way off. I would have died there." You mutter, looking down when you feel your eyes burn.

He just stands there looking at you, keeping you in the same position. You squirm uncomfortably, wondering if he's going to kill you, or throw you in carbonite.

"Please, please just let me stay until we reach the next planet. I promise I mean no harm. I'm just trying to survive, and to get back home. Just don't put me in carbonite, please. Please, I can be useful. I'm a doctor." You babble, trying to save your own hide. He loosens his grip when you mention that you're a doctor, and he steps away slightly, but still makes sure you stay pinned.

"Come." He says brusquely, and without another word he grabs your upper arm and leads you out the door and across into the cockpit. He forces you into a chair, and then binds your wrists in front of you. You frown, but you suppose it's better than Carbonite. You look up to his captain's chair, and see two big black eyes staring at you, with big green floppy ears on either side of an old, but adorable face. This must be the kid.

"Stay put." He commands you, without giving you another glance and moving towards his seat. You lean to the side to try and get a glimpse of the planet he's put into the co-ordinates. Nevarro. You groan internally. You're at least three days away from Nevarro. Slumping into your chair you try to be grateful that you're still alive, while also thinking to yourself that it's going to be a loooong three days.