1
Din Djarin, the Mandalorian, stood in the dim cockpit of the Razor Crest, looking down at the small, green figure seated quietly on his seat. The child was looking up at him with those big, innocent eyes, seeming to be oblivious to the any wrongdoing.
"Dank farrik, kid. You can't just go pushing and pressing any button on the console like that," Din scolded, his helmeted face stern even without any visible expression. The Child tilted his head, as though he were trying to understand the gravity of the situation.
The Mandalorian went over to the child, his cape swaying with every step. He picked up the little troublemakler, and cradled him in his arms. "You really need to learn some discipline," Din muttered, frustration and affection present in his voice.
Din carried the child to the corner of the ship, where he gently placed him down. The child sat on the floor looked up at the Mandalorian with confusion. Din sighed underneath his helmet as he realized that disciplining a Force-sensitive toddler was easier said than done.
"I am doing this for your own good, kid, because you can just do whatever you want to, when you want to," Din lectured. He struggled to keep his tone from going completely soft as he spoke. The child however was not fazed by the situation.
As he turned away to return to the ship's controls, Din could not help the glance he sent back in the child's direction. The little one was still sitting in the corner where he'd been placed, and was staring at the wall as though he were pondering the mysteries of the galaxy.
Alright, maybe this isn't working, Din had to admit to himself, and he realized the futility of putting a Force-sensitive toddler in a timeout. Shaking his head in resignation, he scooped the child back into his arms.
"Let's find something else for you to do, eh?" Din said, thankful his helmet hid his smile underneath as he returned to the controls.
2
The desert sun was beating down on the landscape of Tatooine as Din, and the child trudged through the endless dunes. The day had been such a long one, and the little green creature snug in the safety of his hovering pram was growing restless from the endless trek.
Din sighed, and scanned the horizon for any signs of civilization. When he spotted an abandoned building in the distance, he decided that it would be a good place for them to take a break. As they entered the shelter, the Mandalorian guided the pram inside, then turned to the child.
"Alright, kid. It is time we rested for a bit," he announced as he settled close by the pram. The child gave a coo that made him sound uninterested in the prospect. Instead he started fidgeting in his pram, and he reached for the shiny baubles on the Mandalorian's arm.
Din reacted quickly to prevent the little fingers causing chaos, scooped the child up out of the pram, and held him at arm's length, "No, we do not play with those," he scolded in a firm but gentle voice, attempting to maintain some authority.
The Mandalorian looked around, he spotted a dusty corner of the room, and he decided it was the perfect place for a timeout. With purpose, he carried the child to the corner and put him down on the floor. The child blinked up at him, confusion apparent in his immense eyes.
"Now, you stay put right here for a minute. Understand?" Din said firmly. The child tilted his head, then looked down at the floor, seeming to be more interested in it than the Mandalorian or his instructions.
Din watched him for a moment, making sure the child stayed put before he turned his attention to checking his equipment. However, it did not take long for him to hear the unmistakable sound of tiny footsteps.
The Mandalorian turned around, and discovered the child had managed to waddle over to where he was, his large eyes pleading for attention. Din couldn't suppress his chuckle, "Alright, alright. Timeout is over," he conceded as he scooped up the mischievous toddler.
3
The sandy streets of Mos Eisley were alive with activity as Din Djarin, the Mandalorian, made his way through the crowd with the child in tow. It was a marketplace filled with all sorts of lifeforms who were both alien and diverse, each going about their business in the scorching heat of Tatooine's two suns.
Din was ever vigilant, kept the child close to him, ensuring that no harm would come to the curious little one. As they made their way through the market, the child's eyes grew impossibly bigger at the colorful wares on display. It did not take long for his curiosity to get him into trouble.
In a moment of distraction, the child reached for and grabbed a shiny object from a merchant's stall. The merchant, an aged Toydarian, gave a great squawk of protest, his wings flapping in agitation. Din acted quickly but gently prying the pilfered object from the child's tiny hand.
"Sorry about that," Din apologized, as he returned it and then looked down at the child, saying sternly, "We don't take things that don't belong to us or without asking. Understand?" The child gazed up at him, innocent, but still with a mischievous glint in his eyes.
Deciding that a lesson needed to be taught, Din looked for and found a quiet corner of the marketplace. He set the child down, "You stay right here for a little while," he instructed, pointing a finger at the little one for emphasis. The child crossed his arms, pouting, not really understanding the concept of being scolded.
As Din turned away to address the merchant and pay for the pilfered item, he couldn't help but hear the chatter of amusement from the onlookers. The sight of the mighty Mandalorian putting a toddler in timeout earned more than a few curious glances.
As he returned to the corner, Din found the child looked up at him with those large and irresistible eyes, as if he could cute his way out of the trouble he was in. The Mandalorian sighed, because as usual, he was unable to resist the adorable cajolery of the tiny green creature.
"Alright, alright," Din sighed, scooping the child up, "No more grabbing, okay?" The child cooed.
4
The rock terrain of a planet on the Outer Rim was serving as the latest backdrop for the adventures of the Mandalorian and the child. Din, ever clad in his beskar armor, navigated them over the uneven landscape with the child riding securely on his back this time. They were making their way to a mysterious cave that was supposed to hold a great treasure.
As they neared the cave's entrance, Din put the child down, and watched as the child's bright eyes darted around as he tried to take in all of the flora and fauna. However, his fascination quickly turned into mischief when he spotted some vibrant flowers near the cave's entrance. With a quick reach, he plucked one of the flowers, and started to put it in his mouth, much to his guardian's dismay.
"Dank farrik, kid! We don't just puck and eat strange flowers," Din scold in frustration as he grabbed the flower. The child's eyes became wet, and his mouth opened wide as he began to sob.
Din didn't like hearing him cry, but nevertheless, the child needed to learn his lesson in this regard. Besides the fact the flower could hurt him if he ate it, he also needed to learn some respect for nature. He placed the child down on a nearby rock, "You need to understand, kid, that you can't just keep eating things you know nothing about. You also need to learn to respect the world around you more," he explained, pointing to the flower in his hand, "Now, you stay right there for moment, and think about what I said, okay?"
The child, however, did not understand. He kept looking at the flower, and sniffling as he did so. Although hardly any time had passed, Din was satisfied the child would stay put even if he wasn't happy, and so he decided to go a little further into the cave. he didn't get far when he heard a noise behind him.
Upon turning around, the Mandalorian discovered the child was attempting to plant the flower back into the rocky ground. Din could not help the smile that crossed his lips at the sight of the little one trying to correct his innocent error.
"Okay, I guess you're forgiven," Din said as he scooped up the child, "Come on, let's go find that treasure, huh?"
"Patu!" the child cooed.
+1
They were on yet another barren desert planet, traversing the endless harsh landscape that stretched endlessly before them. As they continued their trek across the scorching sand dunes, a shroud of weariness settled over the Mandalorian's shoulders. The child, once more securely nestled in his hovering pram, seemed to be determined to make their continuing journey all the more of a challenge.
Din decided they could use a rest, and after he spotted a somewhat sheltered area, he stopped the child's pram in preparation for a rest. He took the child out of his pram, "Stay close by me, okay." The child looked at him, then immediately he went towards a pile of sand he'd noticed with enthusiastic curiosity. Before Din could say another word, the little one reached out to snatch up some hapless, and thank the stars, small lizard looking creature.
"Dank farrik, no!" Din said as he sprang into action by grabbing the child's hand before he could seize the lizard. The lizard scurried away to Din's relief, one that was short lived, as the child started to cry.
The Mandalorian sighed, and picked the child up to carry him over to where he'd been resting. The pram was set nearby this spot, and Din deciding that he really did need to discipline the child this time since the lizard could have been harmful by being poisonous, he placed the little one inside his pram.
Bending over so he would be eye level to the child if the child could see his face, Din said sternly, "I've told you many times that when we go on a world I am not familiar with, you can't got eating the creatures we find on there. They can hurt you by either biting you or being poisonous to you if you eat them. You have to stop it. Now, I want you to sit in your pram and think about what I've said."
The child's bottom lip trembled and tears welled in his eyes as he reached for his guardian.
Although it hurt him to do so, Din turned away from the child, pretending he hadn't just asked to be picked up. He went over to his seat, and sat down. He was close enough to keep an eye on the child but far enough away that the child couldn't easily reach up if he wanted to. The child whined and did reach for him and getting no response, realized that this timeout would be different.
As the minutes went by, Din maintained his resolution to see this through as he was determined not to give into the child or his cute charms this time. After almost half an hour, the little one realized his attempts to get his guardian to take him out of timeout were futile, and so he eventually seated himself in his pram to hopefully think about what he'd been told on some level.
After what was an eternity for both he and the child, Din finally approached the pram, and scooped him up into his arms, "Alright, kid, let's continue on. But no trying to catch anymore lizards or anything else you might find appetizing, okay? I am just trying to protect you. Understand?" Din said in a firm tone, one that broke no room for negotiation.
Although he couldn't be certain the child could understand him in the least little bit, the Mandalorian was certain the little one would not try to eat any other lizards they may encounter for the rest of their stay on this planet.
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