Mandalorian · Y/n story by @Kiratz

The Razor Crest hummed as it cut through the void, a low, constant vibration that had long since become white noise.

Din Djarin

from the cockpit, without turning You're awake.

His voice came through the grating that separated the hold from the ladder. Mechanical. Clipped.

Din Djarin

We're making a stop. Need supplies.

A pause. The ship's systems beeped softly.

Din Djarin

You coming, or staying aboard?