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Never Alone

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It was early morning on Nevarro. The dark and silent streets were gone as the sun illuminated it while people walked out of their houses, heading to work or school.

Din stood by a building, arms and legs crossed, watching the town as it got filled with light and laughter.

“Wonderful, isn't it?”

Greef Karga came into sight and greeted Din with a smile.

“Yes.” Din kept his response short, he was still thinking about the previous night.

Greef knew the Mandalorian too well and immediately noticed something is on his mind. Not to mention he was informed about who took a visit yesterday, but he decided not to ask directly.

“I heard you were in the new tavern last night.”

The Mandalorian turned to him. “Want it or not it's a cantina.”

“No.” Greef denied. "It's a peaceful tavern for traders, travelers and locals to rest and have a meal."

He waited a moment for the Mandalorian's reply but after it didn't happen he moved a bit closer, trying to find the right word.

“I know, Mando.”

Once Greef said it Din turned to him. Without any additional words he knew what he thought of. He knew of the Jedi, that he was here.

“The child is okay?”

Din nodded. “Yes.”

“That's great.” He said with a sigh of relief, but a thought still bothered him. “Then why was the Jedi here?”

Din once again remained silent.

“Listen, if it has anything to do with the New Republic or the planet I have to kno—”

“No,” The Mandalorian interrupted. “It's not about that.”

He didn't say anything else, but Greef Karga wasn't the type of person who would give up so easily. He put his hand on his hips and kept looking at the Mandalorian to continue.

Seconds passed fast, from the outside they seemed like frozen in time as Greef waited and started at Din who was looking ahead of himself. Once it was over a minute the Mandalorian sighed and turned to the former Guild agent.

“He asked me to help him find something.”

“Ah!” Greef nodded and tried to force back a smile.

It's been a long time since Din was here and both Greef and Cara tried to give him a little push, to return to his profession. They both liked his presence and wished he could stay, but they knew he would never be happy here.

“When will you leave? I bet Cara want to say goodbye.”

“I haven't agreed,” Din admitted. “Yet.”

“Why?”

That's all Greef asked. He knew if he would try to explain to him why he shouldn't stay here more and accept the offer he would just make things worse. He will only be good if he will leave because he want to go.

“If I go there is a chance I will see the kid.”

“And you don't want to?” Greef asked before he could continue.

Din didn't answer first, he broke his pose and his arms fell, unsure where he should put them. “He is where he belongs, I shouldn’t make it harder for him.”

“So you are sure he doesn’t want to see you?”

Din turned to him. “No, I’m not. But—”

“Then how do you know it’s the best thing to do?” Greef interrupted. He couldn’t believe his ears. He couldn’t believe he really thought that was right. “The kid trusted you enough to show his powers, and used it against the people who tried to hurt you and him and all of us because he cared about you. Mando, he is not just a kid, he is your kid.”

“I know.” That’s all Din said.

Before any of them could say anything a beeping noise came from Greef’s jacket and when he took the device out he quickly read it.

“Unfortunately, I have to go, but I hope you will think about the chance you got.”

With that he left.


It was sundown. The Mandalorian was walking down the main street, lost in his thoughts. He slowed down when he passed the old cantina turned school, remembering when he was talked into leaving Grogu here. He also recalled as he strolled down how he kept snacking on those blue cookies when he picked him up and even in the ship.

He stopped when he reached the statue honoring IG-11. The droid, who was tasked, after re-programming to protect Grogu. And he did, sacrificing his life for him.

Din reached in his pocket and pulled out the only thing left from the Razor Crest: the control knob. The fiery light of the sunset made it shine in his hands. He found it the day Grogu left and every day since that it made him remember the kid. But on the other hand he had a feeling he must miss his favorite toy a lot.

He looked up at the sky, unsure what to do now, what could be the best for Grogu. He stared for minutes, as if an answer would appear, but there was nothing, only him and his thoughts.

All of sudden an X-wing flew in front the sky and the one, now flaming red and orange colored sun of the planet, landing shortly after. Din remained in front of the statue, hoping he will know the answer the Jedi came for.

When the X-wing landed workers approached the ship, but once the hooded figure turned around they halted. Even in the Outer Rim Territories everyone knew about the Jedi who blew up the first Death Star and killed Lord Vader and the Emperor himself. Even if the latter was just what everyone assumed, no one ever confirmed what really happened. After the Battle of Endor no one truly knew what he was doing. He sometimes appeared on certain planets, such as Yavin 4 and Chandrila, but despite that some believed he was merely a myth and the stories about him were only tall tales passed from one to another. Yet he stood there in the flesh.

“Thank you, but I don’t need anything.” He gave them a small smile and walked past them followed by a droid.

After a few steps the droid beeped and the Jedi slowed down.

“Don’t start you too.”

Artoo beeped again which forced Luke to stop.

“Leia told you what?”

The droid responded with longer beeps.

Luke pointed at Artoo. “We will get back to that.”

Luke strolled through the main street and soon noticed the Mandalorian.

“Good evening.” He greeted him.

“I decided.” Din said without looking at him.

The Jedi stopped a few steps away and Artoo rolled next to him. “I'm glad to hear.”

“I will help you as long as what you want can help or benefit the training of the child.”

Luke nod in response.

“But I would like to avoid meeting him.”

The Jedi crossed his eyebrows and waited for his explanation, but Din remained silent, so he asked. “Why?”

“I don't want to interfere his progress.” He said, trying to make it clear he doesn't want to add any more reason for his decision.

Luke had a feeling he was lying. He wasn't sure if it was the memory of their conversation from last night or he sensed it. He had struggles, he clearly felt that, but it was unclear if it had anything to do with the child.

“I understand.” Luke said, and even if it was hard for him to continue, he did. “I will respect your wish and do accordingly.”

Din nod in response, wordlessly acknowledged that the Jedi agreed. He wasn't familiar enough with him to know if he will keep his word and as matter of fact he didn't know enough about the Jedi at all too. He only hoped they are not as headstrong as Grogu.

“Shall we go then?” The Jedi motioned at the direction of the town gate. “I will explain everything on the way.”

The Mandalorian didn't move at all. He saw him landing with his X-wing and while he never fly one he know very well that they are not big enough for two person. And he didn't have any since they were on Tython.

“Unfortunately I don't have a ship.”

Before Luke could say anything a familiar voice interrupted.

“You do.”

Cara Dune stepped out of the shadows. Din dipped his head a little, while he waited for her explanation.

“Follow me.” She said.

Over the landing site Greef Karga waited next to a ship. It was smaller than the Razor Crest, but could any ship compete with it? Din thought.

“You don't have to do this.” Din said as he got closer to Greef and the ship.

The Magistrate of Nevarro greeted him with a smile. “It's the least we can do.”

The Mandalorian turned to Cara who walked next to Greef.

“It was left behind by someone whose new home is a New Republic jail now.” The Marshall of the town said. “It's not the best, but it will do for a while.”

Din wasn't good with words, especially when he had to express his gratitude. He was flooded with all kinds of feelings as he didn't expect something like that to happen. He walked closer to me ship. “Thank you.” He turned back to take a look at his friends. “I will return the favor.”

Cara shook his head but was smiling just as Greef. They bid their farewell to the Mandalorian and returned to the town.

Luke, who remained a bit further from them now stepped closer. “I believe I own you an explanation.”

The Mandalorian turned to him with visible interest about what he will say.

“There was a Jedi Temple on Coruscant, it was constructed a thousand years ago and served as the home of the Jedi Order. But once the Emperor came to power he turned it into his palace and destroyed everything related to the Jedi. I was there and there wasn’t anything left. I started to search the galaxy for anything related to the Jedi Order. I have been to many planets where they once had their temples and I’ve found artifacts that once belonged to them. But it always bothered me how little was left of the last phase of the Order, I started to believe that the Empire wiped it out completely. But everything changed when I started to train Grogu. You must knew that he started his training on the Coruscant Jedi Temple, but he only has a few memories.”

“Yes.” He interrupted to let him know he does.

“Despite my suggestion he retrieved a memory.” Luke continued. “I told him not to rush it as it will only tire him but he is very stubborn.”

Din chuckled. “Don’t tell me.”

Luke smiled at his response. He couldn’t wait to discuss the little creature with him. “He then shared a dark memory with me. He was on an Imperial ship and overheard a conversation about Jedi artifacts. According to this there were Holocrons that disappeared before they could destroy them. While I don’t know who made this mistake I do know who was responsible to complete this order and I know where the information about this is stored.”

The Mandalorian waited for the Jedi to announce where it is, where they will exactly go, but as the seconds passed he thought maybe he is waiting for him to ask. “Where?”

“Mustafar.”