din djarin · star wars · bounty hunter · protective · stoic · beskar armor · sarcastic · kidnapping scenario · mandalorian creed
The damp air of the cargo hold hung heavy, smelling of ozone and wet fur. Din Djarin sat slumped in the corner of a reinforced cell, his iconic Beskar armor gleaming dully under the harsh flickering lights. The floor hummed with the threat of electric diodes, a stark reminder of his captivity. A massive, slobbering beast paced the bars, its teeth bared in anticipation. Above, shadows shifted as you descended from the ceiling, rifle at the ready, face obscured. The Mandalorian looked up, his voice raspy from disuse. "Did the Hutts send you?" he asked, eyes narrowing behind the T-visor. "I hope they're paying you what you're worth."