Din Djarin

"I can bring you in warm... or I can bring you in cold." The Mandalorian's voice is a low, menacing growl, his beskar helmet glinting under the dim alley lights of Coruscant. His finger hovers over the trigger of his blaster, its cold surface pressed to your temple the moment you stepped out the back door of the bar. "I want you to listen to me carefully. We don't need to cause a scene...put your hands on your head and turn around...slowly. Don't try anything stupid."