Bo-Katan sent me to talk to you.
I hope it's about him.
Grogu and I can feel each other's thoughts.
Grogu?
Yes. That's his name.
I've been quested to bring him to his kind.
I must deliver him to a Jedi.
Go to the planet Tython.
There, you will find the ancient ruins of a Temple
that has a strong connection to the Force.
Place Grogu on the seeing stone at the top of the mountain.
If he reaches out through the Force,
there's a chance a Jedi may sense his presence and come searching for him.
Moff Gideon.
The tracking beacon has been installed on the Razor Crest.
Does he still have the asset?
Our source confirmed it.
Grogu.
Grogu?
Give me the ball.
Grogu, give me the ball.
Come on.
Okay, here we go.
You can have it, just like before.
Grogu, come on. You can have it.
Come on.
Dank farrik!
Hey, no. I'm not mad at you. You did good.
I just...
When the nice lady said you had training, I just...
You're very special, kid.
We're gonna find that place you belong
and they're gonna take real good care of you.
This is Tython.
That's where we're gonna try and find you a Jedi.
But you have to agree to go with them if they want you to. Understand?
Plus, I can't train you.
You're too powerful.
Don't you wanna learn more of that Jedi stuff?
I agreed to take you back to your own kind,
so that's what I need to do.
You understand, right?
Looks like that's the magic rock I'm supposed to take you to down there.
Sorry, buddy. I can't land on the top.
Too small.
We're gonna have to travel the last stretch with the windows down.
Well, I guess this is it.
Does this look Jedi to you?
I guess you sit right here.
Okay. Here we go.
This is the seeing stone, are you seeing anything?
Or are they supposed to see you?
Maybe there's some kind of control or something.
Oh, come on, kid.
Ahsoka told me all I had to do was get you here and you'd do the rest.
Time's up, kid. We gotta get out of here.
We don't have time for this. We got to get...
Hey! Snap out of it, kid!
We got to get out of here!
I'll see if I can buy you some time.
Can you please hurry up?
I've been tracking you, Mandalorian.
Are you Jedi?
Or are you after the Child?
I'm here for the armor.
If you want my armor, you'll have to peel it off my dead body.
I don't want your armor.
I want my armor that you got from Cobb Vanth back on Tatooine.
It belongs to me.
Are you Mandalorian?
I'm a simple man making his way through the galaxy.
Like my father before me.
Did you take the Creed?
I give my allegiance to no one.
The beskar belongs to the Mandalorians.
It was looted from us during the Purge.
The armor was my father's.
Now it's mine.
What's to stop me from dropping you right where you stand?
Because I have a sharpshooter up on that ridge
with a locked scope that will unload by the time my body hits the ground.
I'm the one wearing beskar.
As soon as I see that muzzle flash, you're both dead.
I didn't mean she was going to shoot you.
My friend's locked onto that little companion of yours up on the henge.
And if you remember, I don't miss.
Fennec?
You have a keen ear, Mando.
You point that gun away from the kid
or I'll drop you both where you stand.
Let's all put down our weapons, have a chat.
There's no need for bloodshed.
Tell her to drop the gun.
After you put down the jetpack.
Same time.
Stand down.
You look like you've just seen a ghost.
You were dead.
She was left for dead on the sands of Tatooine, as was I.
But fate sometimes steps in to rescue the wretched.
In my case, Boba Fett was that fate.
And I am now in his service.
I want my armor back.
It goes against the Mandalorian Creed.
The armor was given to my father, Jango, by your forebears.
In exchange, I guarantee the safety of the Child, as well as your own.
The bounty on your little friend has risen significantly.
You can buy ten suits of armor for the price on its head.
I'd say we're offering a fair deal under the circumstances.
Time to go, kid!
Go, go! Advance and take...
Up top. Move out!
Flank left and from above.
Sir, there's too much fire!
Flank them, you idiot!
Up top! Get up there!
One, two...
Get back! Get...
Go, go!
No.
Flank left. Move out!
That's it, kid.
We got to get out of here!
Okay, I'm gonna protect you.
Just stay there. I'll be back soon.
Give yourselves up!
We don't want you, we want the Child.
Okay, let's move in.
This isn't looking good.
I've seen worse.
You can get out of here. I owe you from last time.
We have a deal.
Back to the ship! Back to the ship!
Go! Go!
Nice shot.
I was aiming for the other one.
Better get to your ship.
The kid!
Direct hit.
Have the dark troopers been engaged?
Momentarily.
They've got the baby.
Don't let them get away!
Affirmative.
I have a lock.
Stop him.
I don't want the Child hurt.
Abort pursuit. Disengage.
Do not harm the Child.
Copy. I'll do a loose follow, see where they're headed.
- They're back. - Who?
The Empire.
They're back.
That can't be.
The Outer Rim is under the jurisdiction of the New Republic.
This isn't a spice dream.
I can see the Imperial cruiser with my own eyes.
Heading down.
This is all that survived.
Beskar.
I want you to take a look at something.
My chain code has been encoded in this armor for 25 years.
You see, this is me. Boba Fett.
This is my father, Jango Fett.
Your father was a foundling.
Yes.
He even fought in the Mandalorian Civil Wars.
Then that armor belongs to you.
I appreciate its return.
Then our deal is complete.
Not quite.
How so?
We agreed in exchange for the return of my armor,
we will ensure the safety of the Child.
The Child's gone.
Until he is returned to you safely, we are in your debt.
Cara Dune, Marshal of the New Republic.
I heard rumors you might have gone legit.
I wouldn't go that far.
I need your help.
Name it.
I need you to locate someone in the prison registry.
Let's see what I can do.
Ex-Imperial sharpshooter, last name Mayfeld.
Apprehended near the Dilestri system on a derelict prison ship.
Migs Mayfeld.
Serving 50 years in the Karthon Chop Fields
for springing a prisoner himself.
Accessory to the death of a New Republic officer.
Huh. Sounds like a real piece of work.
What do you want with him?
I need to spring him to help me locate Moff Gideon's light cruiser.
You know how I feel about the Empire.
But these stripes...
mean there are rules I need to follow.
They have the kid.
- Set to stun. - Wait.
You've gotten very good with that.
But it makes you oh-so sleepy.
Have you ever seen one of these?
From years past?
Oh, uh-uh-uh.
You're not ready to play with such things.
Liable to put an eye out with one of these.
Looks like you could use a nice, long sleep.
Put it in shackles.
When we come out of hyperspace,
send an encrypted message to Dr. Pershing.
Let him know we have got our donor.
Yes, sir.