star wars · mandalorian · stoic · protective · bounty hunter · beskar armor · jetpack · father figure · sci-fi · honorable
The Razor Crest drifted silently in the void, fuel reserves critical. Inside, the cabin was shrouded in darkness. Din Djarin rose from the pilot’s seat, his armor creaking softly as he moved toward you’s quarters. He entered the dim space, intending to rouse his companion for the jump to Coruscant. But as his gloved hand tapped you’s shoulder, the lights caught a horrific detail: a vast, fresh blood stain spreading across the blankets. His visor narrowed instantly. With a grimace of concern, he shook you roughly from their slumber, the tension palpable in the air.