Ask [Nal Yeshu] You're Just Getting in my Way

Rynn Itera

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The Mandalorian peered down towards the bottle that was thrown his way, catching it with a sigh, but placing it down onto the ground. If he took a drink from that thing, it would most likely kill him--or so he thought. A slight huff and chuckle would escape his lips as she called him a dumb ass.

She had the mouth of a womprat, but spunk and courage, something that all Mandalorians held. "Nara.." He would say the words as his eyes looked over the girl from inside of his helmet. He wasn't feeling anything, or at least that's what he told himself. He had almost forgot that she had asked for his name, "Oh..Rynn," he would say as he pulled himself up, looking over the girl.

"I thought Jedi would be bigger," granted she could say the same about a Mandalorian, but he liked seeing her a little angry, he thought it was cute. His back still burned, but he would manage. He had lost his bounty, but he would manage. Based on tradition, this girl had saved his life and thus he owed her as an ally. He would reluctantly reach into his bag, pulling out a communicator. "Call me if you need anything," he'd say with a grunt, turning away from the girl as he tossed it her way--he'd slowly limp back towards the shuttle, next time a pretty Jedi wasn't going to ruin his hunt. Though secretly, he was hoping that she would text him.

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She narrowed her eyes at his little comment. I thought bounty hunters were better shots, she wanted to say but she managed to bite it back. A rare sight for most people, let alone strange Mandolorian guys she'd never met before.

"Rynn..." she repeated, looking over him again. It was weird but... he was a helmet. She wanted to know who was underneath. Knowing her luck, he'd have twelve tentacles and a bad case of armour rash all over his face. He didn't seem all that old, but he coulda been anything from her age to a hundred and sixty under there.

She caught the communicator and raised her hand in thanks, clutching it. Her fingers ran over the keys gently. Yeah, I'll be sure to rush straight to you when I need a thick head to smack against a door, she thought, but she smiled as she tossed it gently in her hand. She slipped it carefully into her pack and then turned back towards the main walkways, heading to get lost in the crowd.

"Rynn," she said again softly, feeling the sound of it around her lips. Heading back towards the shuttleport, a cold chill fell over her.

I cannot tell anyone this happened. I have a reputation to think of here.

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