The droid can’t show some of the more complex emotions, but someone could swear that it looks at her with a puzzled face when the mandalorian laughs.

"Y-ou were? well not all things are what they seem, though it’s good if you expected m-e to be younger because of my…condition."

It lets out a short and harsh beep. “The E-mpire used to pay for my repairs and maintenance, but they ceased on supporting legacy…hardware by now. I pay for my own repairs and know some experienced people that I trust with them.”

The Mandalorian can't claim to be well versed in droid body language. Haran, the Mandalorian can't claim to be well versed in human body language either. But the little minute swivel and changes in voice, telegraph its confusion to her.

"I did expect you to be a little younger, yes. gaining access to repairs by droids is not usually an easy feat. I do not envy you that task."

"If I may ask, how does a droid come by funds to pay for repairs?"

"…Well, elek that’s true. I mean, y’know, I’d keep your plates for sure.”

"At least he’s dead and you got payed, yeah?"

"At least sell the rifles, those can clear a cool twelve grand and a half on black market. "

"Paid extra too."

"What exactly did you do while I was gone except fretting by the holo-receiver?"

the mandalorians (via karalorade)

It nods. “Y-Yes, I am still in…a good enough working condition.”

The red ‘eyes’ turn on and off for a split second, as if the machine just blinked.

"W-Where I was build? that would have to b-be one of the droid factories at Geonosis, a long time ago."

The Mandalorian barks a laugh. 

"You're almost as old as I am, droid, but I've got you by a few years. I was looking for an entry a little more recent. Who maintains you? Where do you seek repairs?" 

AU where instead of outright rejecting anakin’s offer to overthrow the emperor, padme accepts it with the intent of    drawing him back to   the path of the good man she knows him to be. she’s not quite certain how she’ll do it, but she simply cannot bear to lose HOPE in the man she fell in love with.

"I don’t really care, but call it me worrying about what I’m to do with all your stuff if you actually didn’t return.

"…What happened?"

"You know what to do with my stuff. Keep what you want and set the rest on fire." 

A quick shrug. "A mark got brave, I got careless. Now we're both short a few things."

"You kirffing…near-sighted…two-faced…nerf-herding…MIR’SHEBS! I’ve been worried SICK about you, idiot.”

"Aww, Eve you do care. Have no fear, I came back in mostly one piece." She grins and holds up a left hand which is now short a pinky and ring finger. 

"On the bright side, I think this could probably be my new commentary on marriage."

Oh yes. That has a nice ring to it. 

I'll bring two barrels. I'm not fond of keeping too much alcohol on the ship, tends to make things more flammable than it needs to be.

Everything is absolutely lovely for me. I hope that you have been well and hale and leaving the bodies of your enemies in your wake?

I haven't got too many complaints. Just dealing with the old Bounty Hunter's Guild again, if you aren't particularly acquainted, I'd advise you not to be. 

Hmm... What else? 

Oh! I saw my favorite almost lover again. Trying to take my targets as per the usual. Saw a few ice storms, watched a nuclear explosion... I think that's about it. 

You wouldn't happen to be interested in a few dozen barrels of brandy would you? I had a client who tipped me the other day. I believe I missed your birthday.