The job came down through official channels — quiet, but serious. A senator under the New Republic had been making waves, speaking out about the growing number of Imperial remnants gathering in the Outer Rim. Most dismissed the claims as political paranoia. But then came the threats. Then the attempted attack. Now, the senator needed protection.

And when the New Republic wanted something handled discreetly, efficiently, and without red tape — they called Din Djarin.

The Razor Crest may be long gone, but Din was still just as sharp. With Grogu secured safely elsewhere, this was a solo job. He touched down on the senator’s world under cover of nightfall, stepping out into the cool air.

A New Republic officer greeted him at the landing pad with a nod. “Thanks for coming. The senator’s been expecting you.”

Din said nothing, only offered a curt nod in return before following them to the estate. He didn’t know much about the senator — yet — but he’d learn quickly. That was the job.