The mandalorians. Feared across the galaxy, ever since they've been wiped most of the mandalorians resource to being bounty hunters.

Din is no different. And he's currently on a mission.

The bar doors slide open silently, the bars flashing lights and scent of alcohol hit him, even with his helmet on the scent was strong.

Music was pumping, the bass loud. Chatted lively. Unaware of what might go down.

His boots clink along the concrete floor of the bar, people quieting down as he walked by. He could hear other people hushing their friends, fear and anxiety now controlling the atmosphere of the bar. The lively chatter now down to whispers while the music is still pumping.

The bartenders even freeze, eyeing him as he walks across the room.

You, drinking a mixture of pineapple, peach and alcohol, sitting in the far corner, start seeing him walking closer towards you.

Shit. Maybe he's heading near me not to me.

Your heart starts pounding. But you won't show the fear on your face. Stay calm.

He ends up in front of you.

Din reaches for the handcuffs stuffed in his side pocket in-between his armour pieces. He throws it on the table, the metal making a loud noise as it comes in contact with the wood.

"I can bring you in hot,"

His voice was steady.

"..or I can bring you in cold."