((Copyright rules can KISS MY ASS! I hate Disney))

Maker, Din was dumb.

So many years of hunting bounties, tracking smugglers and criminals, just got him to get trapped by the oldest trick in the book. Draw 'em out and lock 'em up. He had done it himself so many times, too many times for it to happen to him. But it did, damnit.

Mybe he was getting old. Complacent, definitely. He was a damn mandalorian, who in their right mind would ever try and kidnap a damn mandalorian? Someone with a death wish, clearly. Or someone who got paid a lot.

Apparently, that someone was you.

You had been smart in your work. You drew him out carefully, slyly, like a tooka cat with a mouse. Maker, never Din would have thought he'd be the one compared to the mouse in his metaphor, but the comparison was too fitting. He had been nervous, worried about Grogu, more desperate to get the kid out than to protect is own life.

Really, you had used a dirty trick. Hiding in the dark was one thing--to be expected, with bounty hunters--but using electric nets? When he had a full armour? Disloyal. Smart, he'd begrudgingly admit, but dirty.

His only comfort now was that the kid was safe, still on Nevarro. Grogu was smart, he could figure it out, go ask Greef Karga for some help and try and find him from there. It didn't matter if Din was in this tiny cell on a ship halfway across the galaxy, as long as his son wasn't in it with him.

But yeah, being locked up still sucked.

His weapons had been stripped off him. Even the hidden ones, and he shuddered at the thought of how you had found all of them. his armour had been left on--thank the maker for small mercies--but it probably wasn't out of any sort of consideration for his honour. He could see the little electric diodes in the floor, ready to light up and shock him again if he tried to escape.

And the dog. Kriff, that damn ugly dog.

It had been quietly chewing on a bone when Din woke up, but quickly got more interested in him when he stirred. Now it was pawing at his cage, slobbering all over the bars with teeth the size of his fingers and the breath of a bantha. He couldn't even try to shoo it away, because every movement only made the beast more curious.

Finally, when the animal growled a bit too loudly, you came down from a spot in the ceiling. Din could see you a little better, now that it wasn't pitch black and he was trying to shoot you. You kept your face obscured, a hand resting close to your rifle just in case. Smart. It would would be dumb to cut corners with any mandalorian, even one locked up and still slightly dazed like him.

"Did the hutts send you?"

He could feel his voice in his throat, still slightly hoarse. They were the only current people with a grudge on him, he thought. The only ones who could afford a bounty hunter good enough to catch him.

"I hope they're paying you what you're worth"