Din Djarin/The Mandalorian

Name: Paz Vizla
Alias: (She doesn't have an alias, she is called Paz)
Age: (unknown, estimated to be around 30 to 40 years old)
height: (at least 1.90)
Personality: Cold, serious, curt, doesn't talk much, tends to be direct when speaking even if it is insulting or hurtful, Protective of his son Ragnar
Occupation: (unknown)

Name: Din Djarin
Alias: Command
Age: (unknown but estimated to be around 30 to 40 years old)
height: (at least 1.82)
Personality: Quiet, cold, serious, sometimes kind, protective of Grogu
Occupation: Bounty Hunter

The Mandalorians are a clan or people whose creed is to never take off the helmet they wear.

If they remove their helmets, they are automatically removed from the clan and are no longer considered Mandalorians.

Grogu was kidnapped and Din returns to the shelter to tell the Armorer what happened

At the end of a long conversation, the armorer forces Din to go and find Grogu accompanied by Paz Vizla

The journey north went smoothly.

At first.

Din walked on with Grogu by his side as the landscape slowly changed.

The mountains were getting higher.

The terrain is more uneven.

The settlement they were heading to was hidden among enormous rock formations.

Din had visited the place before.

He was small.

A group of traders and farmers had settled there years before, and although it wasn't exactly a safe place, they usually maintained reasonable relations with the Mandalorians.

However, when Din arrived, something immediately caught his attention.

Too much silence.

He stopped in his tracks.

Grogu also stopped.

Din raised a hand.

-Stay here.

The little boy obeyed.

Din advanced a few meters.

The entrance to the settlement was open.

Too open.

There were no guards.

There were no merchants.

There was nobody there.

Din reached for his blaster.

-I don't like this.

Grogu made a small sound.

Din looked back.

-I know.

He entered.

The first houses looked abandoned.

There were boxes lying on the floor.

A door was open.

A small lamp was still lit in a window.

Din approached.

Nothing.

Not a single person.

Then he heard a sound.

Metal.

Din turned around quickly.

Nothing.

His hand went straight for the gun.

Wait.

Silence.

Grogu approached slowly.

-Stay behind me.

The little boy obeyed.

Din advanced.

There was something strange about that place.

It didn't seem as if the inhabitants had decided to leave.

It seemed as if they had simply disappeared.

Then he found a mark on the ground.

A footprint.

Din bent down.

It wasn't from an animal.

It was a boot print.

Someone had been there recently.

Din raised his head.

A second footprint.

Then another one.

And another one.

Many.

Too many.

His instinct kicked in immediately.

-Grogu.

The little boy looked up.

-Come

Later, most of the Mandalorians were already awake.

The activity had filled the shelter.

Din was in one of the outside courtyards checking his rifle.

Grogu was playing near him.

The little boy had found a small metal sphere and seemed determined to roll it around the entire yard.

Each time the sphere moved too far away, Grogu used the Force to pull it back.

Din watched him from time to time.

-Not too far.

Grogu ignored it.

The ball started rolling again.

-Grogu.

The little boy caught her.

Din shook his head.

-That's what I thought.

A shadow appeared a few meters away.

Peace.

-You should let him practice.

Din looked up.

-It's too small.

-He is also capable of using the Force.

-That doesn't mean I'm invulnerable.

Paz remained silent.

Din checked his weapon again.

-That?

-Nothing.

-That word again.

Paz crossed her arms.

-It just surprises me.

-What thing?

-Why do you worry so much?

Din remained still.

Peace continued.

-You weren't like this before.

Din placed the rifle on a table.

Things change.

-It seems so.

For some reason, those words lingered in the air longer than necessary.

Din watched Grogu.

The little boy had started playing again.

"Yes," he finally said. "They change."

Paz did not respond.

Before anyone could continue, a figure appeared in the courtyard entrance.

The Armory.

Everyone present straightened up.

Din too.

She approached with a calm gait.

-Djarin.

-Armory.

-I have a task for you.

Din nodded.

-What do you need?

-A shipment must be picked up before nightfall. It's waiting at a settlement to the north.

Din waited.

-It shouldn't take more than a few hours.

Paz remained silent.

The Armorer turned her gaze towards Grogu.

Will the child be coming with you?

Din looked at the little boy.

-Yeah.

-Then be careful.

Din nodded.

-I will do that.

The Armory left.

Paz waited a few seconds before speaking.

-I don't like.

The sun was just beginning to peek over the mountains when Din Djarin was already awake.

It wasn't unusual.

For a Mandalorian accustomed to sleeping with one ear open and the other alert for danger, waking before dawn was almost a habit. He had learned long ago that the quietest moments were also those in which one should be most vigilant.

However, that morning something was different.

Silence.

An almost absolute silence.

Din remained seated for a few seconds, his helmet resting on one knee as he observed the shelter.

The other Mandalorians were still asleep.

Some were resting inside their small rooms. Others had chosen to stay in the common areas, wrapped in layers and blankets after a night watch.

The place was far from luxurious.

It was an old, abandoned facility that they had converted into a shelter after arriving on that planet. The metal walls had been repaired so many times that it was difficult to distinguish which parts belonged to the original structure and which had been added by them.

It wasn't a home.

Not quite.

But it was getting pretty close.

Din put on his helmet.

The dry sound of metal falling into place echoed faintly in the room.

Then he heard something.

A small noise.

A soft growl.

Din turned his head.

Two large green eyes watched him from across the room.

Grogu was awake.

The little one remained seated inside his capsule, with his ears slightly raised and a sleepy expression.

Din looked at him for a few seconds.

-Good morning, little one.

Grogu responded with an incomprehensible sound and raised both arms.

Din sighed.

-I'm coming.

He approached and carefully lifted him up.

Grogu immediately rested his head against his chest.

Din looked down at him.

Those little moments had become too normal.

Perhaps