Follow Your Passion: A Seamless Tumblr Journey
rating: g (word count 195)
https://archiveofourown.org/works/31384529
The urge to move burns hot and bright through his veins.
He does not like breaks. He has never taken a vacation. He rarely stays on one planet for longer than three days. The bounty has never excited him, the accomplishment of a job well done bringing only unease. When asked what he wants, his answer never changes: My next job.
Because there's this itch. This crawling beneath his skin, this emptiness following him across the galaxy. He’s a shell of metal where a self should be. He hates the moment after the credits are pushed across the table and the job completed, because what is he then?
He is Mandalorian, but has no clan or signet. He has a name, but doesn't use it, not even to himself. He is a head without a face and a voice without speech. He is an outsider in the covert and a stranger above the ground. He exists only in the moments when he feels flesh against his knuckles, when the tracking fob tells him you have a purpose in blinking red.
You hunters like to keep busy is how Karga puts it.
Yeah. Something like that.
rating: g (word count 431)
https://archiveofourown.org/works/31179644
Mayfeld honestly doesn’t believe the guy’ll take off his Mando armor until he’s right there with a kriffing stormtrooper helmet screwed onto his shoulders.
The guy makes himself out to be some sorta moral big shot, y’know? All that this is the Way and you start to think a guy’s serious. Not, like, a strong possibility, but it’s a maybe. It’s out there. ’Cause most people in Mayfeld’s line of work are all talk and nothing to show for it, but then here comes this guy who’s no talk and a hundred percent wicked fighting machine, who can take out four New Republic security droids all by himself without breaking a sweat. Mando’s on a level of his own. Makes Mayfeld think, maybe somebody like that doesn’t have to make concessions.
’Cause the rest of them make concessions all the time. Mayfeld sure does. He’s got a backpack full of excuses and it never runs out.
But if anyone could do it, make it through the mercenary business without stretching their conscience, it’s Mando. Mayfeld didn’t expect to find himself still breathing after he felt a presence approaching him in the prison transport hallway, much less locked up with a still-very-alive Xi’an and Burg. He would’ve pulled the trigger in a heartbeat if their shoes had been swapped. But Mando didn’t.
From a practical standpoint, their lives probably weren’t worth the idealism. Not that Mayfeld wants to be dead, but once Burg and Xi’an get out of prison they’ll track Mando down and kill him. They’ll have to be taken out of the equation sooner or later.
Everybody starts out like Mando, convinced that you’re gonna be the good one when everyone else has failed. Eventually you reach a point when you’ve got to choose between being good and being dead. But a tiny part of Mayfeld has started to think the old buckethead is invincible, started to think that maybe idealism doesn’t have consequences if you’re a Mandalorian. There’s not much that could hurt or even slow down a guy like that.
Maybe it’s naive, but Mayfeld owes his life to Mando’s code. Can’t blame him for starting to believe in the man a little.
But no. Turns out Mandalorians have their weak spots just like the rest of ’em, and this one’s is a little green kid with big ears.
When Mando turns his brand-new stormtrooper face to look at Mayfeld, there’s a clear You happy now? written all over it.
Nah. Think what you want about Mayfeld, he’s not that cold. Doesn’t make him happy to be right.