The three of them stood silently in the dimly lit hallway in front of the entrance to Boba's room. Din hasn't moved a single muscle, his helmet is focused on Boba. Din's intense stare is like a heat ray, burning into Boba's eyes. The power behind his rage is evident by his tightly clenched fists and motionless stance. The only part of his body that is moving is the heavy rising and falling of his chest and shoulders as he breathes.

Nia was the only one who could actually feel his emotions as if they were her own. It's like a thick cloud of smoke that fills the space between them, making it hard to breathe as the air becomes thick with tension. It made her tremble. She's never seen him this angry before. Not even when he was injured back on Felucia. Boba was the first to speak in an attempt to calm him down.

Boba threw his hands up in the air and says calmly, "Din look - " But he couldn't even finish the sentence when Din delivers a quick solid punch to his nose. Nia heard a thud followed by a loud crack. Boba yelps as he reaches up with both hands to apply pressure to his now bleeding nose.

"Din! Please! It's my fault!" Nia cries out as she stands in between the two men, and plants her hands onto Din's beskar chest.

Without saying a fucking word, Din grips Nia by her throat, not hard, but firm enough to not allow her to move. With her in his grasp, he shoves her aside as the side of her body smacks into the closed door a few feet away.

"I thought we had an understanding, Fett," Din's voice now menacingly deep as he smashed one of his fists into Boba's stomach, causing him to clench his belly and topple over as he grunts in pain.

"Din, h-hold on. I-I can e-exp-" Boba chokes in an attempt to speak but Din punches him once again, but this time in his jaw.

"Din please!" Nia yells as she grabs his elbow, trying to stop him from administering another strike. However, her attempt completely fails as Din shoves her back to inflict another hard punch to Boba's chin. Just as she began to wonder why Boba hasn't fought back yet, he stands up tall and tackles Din to the ground with a loud metal clank. There's a brief struggle between them as they both try to get the upper hand on each other.

"I told you not to do anything without me, Fett!" Din cries out as Boba goes to choke him.

"She can make up her own mind!" Boba yells as he grips Din's throat with both hands. "You are not her fucking babysitter!"

Nia can't stand to see them like this. She now realizes that she does care for Boba, but not as much as she cares for Din. So she uses the Force to grip them in place, then tosses them both aside as they hit opposite walls.

"Listen, I really didn't want to use the Force on you two just now. But please don't fight over me!" Nia says as she releases them. "I belong to Din. We've talked about this, Boba!"

"Leave us," Din says sharply as they both adjust themselves, but Nia looks back at him curiously. She is unsure about what he means and she doesn't want to leave them alone together. He then grabs a hilt from his belt and holds it out to her. It's the lightsaber she dropped in the throne room. "Go prepare for the mission. We'll be right there," Din says as he continues staring at Boba's bloody face.

"Don't do anything, Din! I'm just as to blame as he is," she says forcefully as she grabs the saber from his grasp.

"Yes. You are," Din replied softly as he continues staring at Boba as he steps up closer towards him. Din looks back at Nia speaks coldly to her, "Leave."

She takes the hint and spins around begins walking away.

DIN'S POV

It was obvious to him why Boba went after Nia. He hasn't felt this enraged in a long time and he hates it. His friend broke the agreement they had. He approaches Boba with the same unmoving stare and his body is as stiff as beskar steel.

Now that he's only a few inches away from Boba, he speaks in a very low, threatening tone, "The only reason why you were allowed to fuck her last night, was because I was there. You are not to touch her again. Do you understand?"

"What about her?" Boba sneered.

"She is not your concern. So I'll say this only once," Din says as he grips Boba's shirt collar and yanks him closer towards his beskar helmet. "If you touch her again without my consent...I'll fucking kill you!" Din grits out as he shoves Boba back against the wall behind him. Without waiting for a response, Din swivels around and follows Nia down the hallway.

NIA'S POV

Din had every right to be angry with her. She knows she fucked up. She couldn't control herself and she felt so foolish for giving in to her urges so easily. Although Boba has made impact on her, yet she could not see a life without Din by her side. It's probably best if they finish this mission, and move somewhere else. Maybe to another faraway planet in the Outer Rim, away from any Imperial remnants. She heads towards the throne room where she runs into Fennec.

"Hey, what's going on with you three?" Fennec asked, but it's clear she already knows the answer.

"Uh, I just need a break from those two right now. Do you have any spare tools I can borrow? I need to fix my saber before the mission."

"Sure, follow me," Fennec smirks as she leads her down the corridor, pass several empty rooms and Gamorrean wrestling matches before finally coming to another winding stairwell. She quietly follows Fennec up several floors above the ground level before finally coming to an open hanger where the Crest II is parked. "Here we are. This is where Boba keeps all of his tools to repair ships. Hopefully there's something here you could use."

"Thank you. This'll do just fine," Nia smiles as she begins collecting the necessary equipment to repair the saber. A welder, a cutting tool, and some spare metal pieces should work. She begins working right away. The power converter is busted, but with a few minor adjustments it's back to working order. As she holds the saber out in front of her, she ignites it and the entire area is lit up with a yellow glow.

"Why do lightsabers have different colors?" Fennec asked, seeming to be quite interested.

"All sabers represent the Jedi who constructed it. My saber is teal, meaning I'm devoted and reliable, as well as an expert in healing. Yellow represents a guardian of a Jedi Temple, one who has balanced both combat skills and scholarly pursuits. All lightsabers, including the Darksaber, is powered by a Kyber Crystal, which is the heart of the blade. The heart is the crystal of the Jedi. The Jedi is the crystal of the Force. The Force is the blade of the heart. All are intertwined: the crystal, the blade, the Jedi. We are one," Nia explains as she closes her eyes, takes a deep breath, then disengages the saber.

"You sure know a lot about Jedi, yet claim not to be one," Fennec smirked.

"I was taught the Jedi code by the greatest masters on Coruscant before the fall of the Republic. Then I was rescued by a Mandalorian where I learned a different code of honor. The Jedi taught me how to control my emotions and lightsaber combat. The Mandalorians taught me about family bonds and how to fight with blasters."

"Interesting. I see why Boba likes you," Fennec chuckled.

"My saber is supposed to mean I am trustworthy, but right now I don't feel that way," Nia says with sorrow in her voice.

"Don't worry about those two. Let them fight it out and before you know it, they're friends again," Fennec says with confidence in her voice.

"I don't know. I think I fucked this up."

"If I know Boba, he doesn't do anything he's not completely sure about. No one tells him what to do. He simply does it. You should have seen him earlier. He killed one of our guys for simply suggesting to turn you in. You must've had quite an impact on him. I don't think I've ever seen him like that before."

Nia hummed as she attaches the saber to her belt. She would like to check up on the child and her mother before heading out.

"I'm heading back down. Thank you for keeping me company," Nia says as she looks over at Fennec, who's cleaning her rifle.

"Sure thing. It's nice to be around other women sometimes," Fennec winks at Nia as the two of them exit through the side door and into the long, dark twisty staircase.

Nia makes her way towards the room where the child and her mother has been staying. Once at the door, she was surprised to see the Zebrak woman from earlier in the room. She was playing a game with the child.

"Oh, hello. I'm Nia," introduced herself to the woman.

"I'm Seso. I've been giving them their food ever since they arrived. Quite an interesting little girl here," Seso says as she tosses Nora a small round ball. The child catches it, but Nia could tell she used the Force to do so.

"Where did you learn that?" Nia asked as she lets out a short laugh.

"I dunno. I've always done that," Nora says with a smile.

"I should teach you some tricks. Would you like that?" Nia asked.

"Oh yes please!" Nora blurts out with enthusiasm.

Just when she was about to leave the room, Din appears in the doorframe, completely taking up the entire space of the entranceway. She couldn't look at him. Feeling quite ashamed and uncomfortable, she kept her gaze fixated on the ground as she could feel he is still very irate.

Nora grabs Nia's hand hard and whispers, "He's scary."

Nia smiles and releases a faint snicker, "He won't hurt you."

"I know. I could tell," the child says softly.

"Oh can you now?" Nia says curiously.

"Yes," the child says as she gestures for Nia to come closer. Nia takes a knee as the girl puts a hand up to cup her mouth in an attempt to muffle her words more. "But I think he's mad at you," Nora whispers as Nia couldn't help but let out a chuckle as she stands up. "Smart girl you have here," Nia tells the mother, who's silently observing her daughter interact with everyone.

"We need to talk," Din says shortly, his words making Nia shake.

"Yes, I know we do," Nia says firmly without looking at him. She maintains her attention to the child, "I'll be back later to teach you how to levitate things. How would you like that?"

Nora leaps up and down happily, "Yes yes yes!"

The second Nia is within arms reach, Din grabs her by the forearms and drags her to their room next door.

"Hey! Let go of me!" Nia snapped back and tries to break free from Din's grasp, but her struggling made absolutely no difference. The man was as immovable and unyielding as a steel vise. Once inside the room, he uses one hand to close the door and shoves her against the wall. He didn't push hard, but it was noticeable that he wasn't playing around. He immediately eliminates any space between them, her back is pressed against the stone wall as he takes another step closer. His grip on her forearms is tight and firm. The tension in the air is alive with a uncontrolled, crackling energy that's hotter than the two suns.

"I'm sorry Din. We should have never involved Boba," she says as a tear rolls down her cheek.

Silence. Absolutely no response. For several minutes, Din simply stares at her through his helmet.

"Din...please say something!" She whimpered softly.

His fingers dig into the flesh of her arms. After another pain-stakingly long few minutes, "Damn it! I want to stay angry at you, but I fucking care about you so much! You think you can walk around here, believing you can do anything you want!"

With that, he spins her around and pushes her up against the stone wall, her flushed cheeks pressed up against the cool stone, she plants her hands on the wall on either side of her face. She moans when he tugs tightly at her hair. She hears him pull up his helmet over his head, dropping it onto the ground with an loud clank. Then he's behind her again, his voice in her ear, sultry and thick.

"I saw what you were doing to him," he grits out between clenched teeth, while he grips her ass through the fabric of her pants, squeezing with bruising strength. He sinks his teeth into her neck, she moans and arch against him, desire suddenly pulsing through her veins like hot molten lava.

"Shit! You drive me absolutely fucking crazy!" The snarls in her neck as smashed his fist into the stone wall, inches away from her head. A loud crack is heard followed by a modulated groan. He clearly had just broken his hand just now.

"When I saw you two together...without me...the way you choked on him like that," Din grits out, "Only I get to do that to you. Understand?! You're mine."

"Yes Din, I am yours. Here...let me help me you with that," she says softly with a smile as she reaches out with one hand to hold his now broken one. She removes his glove slowly, some blood can be seen on the back of his knuckles. His fingers are distorted as she kisses his palm. She grazed her tongue along the inside of his hand as a low moan is heard in her ear. After a few minutes of coating his palm with her saliva, his pain subsides and his hand is no longer broken.

With a sudden burst of power, Din grips her by the waist and spins her back around, pressing her back against the wall. He curls his lips in a sneer before crashing his lips onto hers in a intense kiss, teeth scraping and tongues clashing, his mouth is ruthless in such a luscious way that it leaves her breathless. He kisses her like a starved man, as though he's trying to decide whether to taste her or swallow her up entirely. He moves his lips down the column of her throat, biting and sucking, inflicting black and blue marks on the skin of her neck. It felt so freeing for Nia, having Din claim her like this.

"You are not to touch him, or anyone else, without my consent," Din grits as he grazes his teeth along her neck, biting hard enough to draw blood.

He moves back slightly just to remove his other glove before grabbing the hem of her pants, practically tearing it down off of her body. She gasps as the cool air hits her now exposed flesh. He moves to grab her forearms as he shoves her on the soft mattress behind them. With one hand, he uses all of his strength to rip off her tunic. Then he tears off her bra followed by her panties in one hard yank, pulling more gasps from her mouth.

Then he's on her once again, cold beskar presses up against her skin as he kisses her mouth fiercely. He sucks the air from her lungs, consuming her gasps, her moans, catching her bottom lip between his teeth and biting. Her hands roam through his soft hair, tugging the roots, letting it flow through her fingers like syrup.

Then he stands up tall, she can feel the heat from the intensity of his eyes as they travel down her body, gathering every detail and curvature of her figure.

"Those weren't cheap, Din. You'll have to pay for them," she pants.

She moans as he moves down to wrap his hot lips around one of her nipples, teeth scraping and nibbling. She arches into him, kneading his scalp as she plays with his hair. His hand has palms at her other breast, rolling the soft flesh in his hand as she shudders.

"Think of this as payback for going behind my back," he responds as he begins pressing open-mouthed kisses down her stomach as he tastes the saltiness of her skin. She moans when he bites her hip as he continues traveling lower and lower, until his hot breath lingers over her wet folds. He grabs her ankles and yanks them apart. Suddenly, thick fingers are pushing into her; first the index finger followed by the middle one.

"This...is mine!" He snarls as he pumps his fingers in and out of her as she moans. "Your pleasure is mine! Your sounds are mine! I'm in charge. Got it?"

"Yes, sir," she moans as he picks up his pace. Then, he plunges in, laying his tongue flat over her clit, sucking on the sensitive bundle of nerves as he drinks her like honey. It's different with Din. He is full of passion and lust. She moans and gasps his name, her voice is raspy as her stomach sizzles with desire; like a bed of unraveling, live wires delivering surges of electricity throughout her body. Her back arches more and her fingers grab tighter onto his hair, hard enough to draw a groan from the back of his throat.

"Good girl," he moans as he breaks away, the absence of his fingers releases a groan of protest from her lips. She shudders as she sees him clicking off his belt and unzipping his pants. She doesn't have time to react as he grabs her thighs and yanks her off the bed. Her feet have just enough time to land on the cold stone floor, but he's too quick. His moves to clasp his hands down firmly onto her hips as he swiftly flips her over on her stomach. Her legs dangling over the edge as he grasps her upper thighs and spreads her open.

"Next time he lays his hands on you without my knowledge, I will cut them off," he growls as he raises a hand to administer a hard smack onto the bare flash of her ass. "Do you understand?!"

"Yes, Din," she breathes out.

"I can't hear you!" He snarls as he smacks her again.

"Yes Din! You're the boss!" She cries out.

"That's right," he snarls as his strong hands grasp her hips like a vise. He wastes no time as he slams himself full-force into her slick entrance as a loud moan escapes her lips. He groans and immediately sets a brutal pace, slamming his cock deep inside of her. He balances her with one, powerful arm gripping onto her hip. While the other slides in between them and reaches up, his fingers wrap around her neck, tightening gently. The added force makes her moan as she summits to him, cold beskar is being pressed up against her thighs as he hammers his thick girth into her savagely.

"You are - fuck - not to touch him - shit - or anyone else - Ah'unless I say so," he moans as he continues his steady, violent thrusting of his hips. "If he even looks at you I'll - ngh - fucking gouge his eyes out of his sockets!"

"Oh Din, I - shit - didn't know you - oh - felt like this - Ah, fuck yes - don't stop!" She wailed as he never slows down.

"You are - so full of shit!" He snarls as the grip on her tighten even more, which would definitely leave a mark. The air around of them smells like metal, sweat, and musk. Skin-slapping and curses echos throughout the room as she cries out his name. The walls of her pussy clamps down hard around him, squeezing his cock as her muscles spasms and quakes with the force of her orgasm erupting suddenly.

"Yes! Scream my name! I'm the one who gets to pleasure you like this! Not him! Me!" He grits as her climax crashes through her like lightening. He follows her over the edge, grinding his teeth and growling her name as he buries his deep cock inside her as he cums, spewing his seed in her viciously. After a few lingering moments, he slides out of her and tucks himself back into his pants. Her thighs are sticky and dripping with his cum, while her entire body tingles with ecstasy.

"Oh, Din," she moans softly.

"Now, go get cleaned up. We have a job to do," he says shortly as he moves away from her.