The Junkyard, Saturday Morning

[thedadalorian]

Greef had been adamant that he'd found a place for him to lay low, away from any lingering Imperial entanglements. Promised up and down that it was the perfect spot. But he couldn't go into any details. Of course. But like hell was he going to go hide out in New Republic territory, so this was his best option at the moment.

He brought the Razor Crest in to land where he spotted other ships since there apparently wasn't a call tower here.

He sighed and powered down the ship before glancing back at his little passenger. "It's just for a little bit."

The kid blinked those big eyes at him, ears pricking up at the sounds of the ship cooling down.

No time like the present to see if he'd gotten screwed over here or not.

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[seriesofbaddecisions]

"Just me," she said. "Some other people from our galaxy, though."

[thedadalorian]

"Oh." That wasn't the answer he wanted, but he could deal with it. He could deal. "...that's... good?"

Look, you'd lost him on that one.

[seriesofbaddecisions]

"And that's why it's helpful to know if you're staying or not," she said lightly.

[thedadalorian]

"Are you?" he asked instead.

[seriesofbaddecisions]

"Just until graduation," Sabine said. "You're a cagey one, huh?"

Which honestly probably meant he was dealing with his own stuff and wouldn't be bothering her.

[thedadalorian]

"I could say the same about you," he replied as the kid peered out from behind his leg to look up at them both.

[seriesofbaddecisions]

Notice how Sabine didn't answer that when there was the most adorable little thing peeking out from behind him.

"Who's your little friend?"

[thedadalorian]

"He's a foundling." Kind of. In a way. Until he found a Jedi or whatever.

But she should know what a foundling meant, right?

"He's with me until I can find his people."

[seriesofbaddecisions]

If she knew what that was in the Mandalorian sense, she didn't react. Which may have had something to do with her being from exactly the opposite background.

She did crouch down though, to greet the kid with a "Hi there," because why ignore him?

[thedadalorian]

The being nice to the kid thing didn't fully offset the discomfort at her lack of either understanding or awareness of the whole... foundling thing.

This was not how he'd pictured finding more of his kind, really.

The kid let go of Din's shin plate to reach out to this new person.

[seriesofbaddecisions]

"It's okay to come out," Sabine said, reaching a paint splattered-gloved hand back to him. "Nothing to worry about out here."

[thedadalorian]

One, adorably, green hand reached out to clutch at her glove. Possibly because it was like Din's gloves too.

"Where's your Covert?" he asked. Because he could write off a lot of things as her being younger and all, but...

[seriesofbaddecisions]

"Do the dorms count?" Sabine asked, smiling at the kid. Oh no, she was absolutely going to paint him on her wall. "I don't have one the way you're probably thinking."

[thedadalorian]

BABY YODA MURALS FOR ALL.

"...you don't?" Oh no, was he going to have to adopt this kid too?

[seriesofbaddecisions]

She was spoken for! Ignore that her space parents weren't here right now.

"Like I said, it's just me," Sabine said. "And I don't have anything to hide from."

And okay that was technically not true.

[thedadalorian]

He would not ignore it! He would give them all very disappointed looks instead!

But first he was just going to give her such a look for that. Behind his helmet, but she really should understand the force of his judgement there.

As someone who'd seen his own Covert get fucked right on up by Imperial remnants.

[seriesofbaddecisions]

And she had no idea what the judgment was about.

"What?"

[thedadalorian]

"Hiding is our survival," he said, quoting the Armorer on that one. Because he was all so guilty about what happened when he'd taken the kid back.

[seriesofbaddecisions]

Sabine frowned.

"Where are you from, exactly?" she wondered.

[thedadalorian]

"We were on Nevarro, but they've moved since then," he replied. "Where are you from?"

Maybe the question should have been when.

[seriesofbaddecisions]

"Krownest," she said, and congratulations on actually getting the honest answer.

You know, the place where her family had their own stronghold even if/because they were currently aligned with the Empire.

[thedadalorian]

Who dat? Look, if he didn't know Bo-Katan Kryze, he wasn't going to know Clan Wren. At all.

"Too many Imp remnants." Too much New Republic too.

[seriesofbaddecisions]

...Remnants?

"When are you from?" Sabine finally asked.

[thedadalorian]

"What?" Yes, explain the timeline insanity here. Maybe give him literally any primer on Mandalore. Since, you know... Darksaber and all.

[seriesofbaddecisions]

"Not everyone here is from the same place of time," Sabine explained. "Right now the Empire's still terrorizing everyone back home for me."