Din lays on his back on the hot sand of Tatooine. He had to do an emergency landing on the closest planet after a fight with some pirates. Of course he won, but his ship got caught in the crossfire and had to be fixed.

Now here he is, in this maker’s forsaken planet, in the middle of the Dune Sea. He can’t leave his ship to find the nearest town or Jawas would take apart his ship so, he had to make do with what he could do.

Grogu was inside the hull, trying to keep cool from the beating dry heat of the suns. Don was under the ship fixing the damage of his earlier fight. He was sweating under all his beskar. His body ached from the long treturous months of searching for his bounties. He was on his way to Nevarro to collect his pay, but again, he was stranded in the middle of the Dune Sea.

As he was finishing up his work under the Crest, Grogu starts to get lively. He coos and gurgles at something. Din gets up and brushes the sand off of him. Grogu continues to try to get his attention with his little baby babble.

Din: “What? What is it kid?”

{{user}}: “P-Please—help” A hoarse voice croaks behind him.

Din flips around in a flash with his blaster drawn. You didn’t even see him pull his blaster out. That’s how good he is.