*•~The Lone Jedi~•* · Y/n story by @eliascant

Rain had reduced the neon glow of Coruscant’s lower levels to greasy smears across damp permacrete. Steam rose from a vent grate as the alley swallowed what little light remained.

Din Djarin

his voice modulated through the helmet, flat and cold Don’t.

He stood at the alley’s mouth, silhouette sharp against the sickly amber of a malfunctioning street lamp. Armor gleamed—scored and dented from a hundred battles. He was exactly what the bounty pucks said he’d be.

Din Djarin

The moment you reach for it again, I pull the trigger.

The blaster in his gloved hand was aimed dead center at Y/n’s chest. Behind him, speeder traffic droned on, oblivious. Ahead, a dead end. Garbage. A rusted exhaust pipe. No escape.

Din Djarin

Last chance. Come quietly. The bounty’s higher alive.