Armed.
P E R S O N A L_ I F F

It had been a few hours since the fight. It had been one of the toughest battles in single combat he had ever done with multiple close calls throughout. While saddened by the fact that he had failed to protect the railway from being blown up and thereby also let the enemy get an advantage over his side, Mathieu had at least been able to get paid for finishing his contract and more importantly: He had managed to capture a Mandalorian. The room they were in was the ship's main leisure room with a corner sofa which they were both on along with some crates, a holo-console which was powered off and a dejarik table with a pazaak deck on it.
Already up in space, the freighter produced a low hum which, while annoying at first, eventually created a familiar and homely sound that could be oddly relaxing. Most of the Mandalorian's armour laid in a cardboard box by the exit of the ship, including the vambraces which Mathieu had been eager to study upon arrival at the ship. However, having a vague idea of Mandalorian code, Mathieu had allowed the foe to keep his torso armour and the piece protecting the body parts which he probably held most dear. The helmet was not in the cardboard box either, as Mathieu had put it in the front window by the cockpit, liking the look and hoping that he could keep it for himself.
Sitting calmly in the middle of the couch, Mathieu watched a holovid about moisture farming, laughing along as the narrator spoke, finding the accent to be rather hilarious. Unarmed and without his armour, the Mercenary now just wore comfortable and homely pants along with a simple T-shirt. Next to him, a bit closer to the centre of the room, laid his prisoner with his head pointing towards Mathieu whilst still seeming to be unconscious. While it might have been risky normally, Mathieu saw no harm in letting the man sleep on the couch, knowing that it was much more comfortable than the floor. There was no real risk in it either as a chain linked to the captive's foot bound him to the central console in the room - it would only allow him to move a few meters away, meaning that he could just barely reach the large Morellian with his fingers if he tried. Bursting out in another chuckle, Mathieu happily kept watching the holovid.
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