https://din.markata.dev/tags/downtime/atom.xml 2026-02-01T00:00:00Z Din Djarin https://din.markata.dev/razor-crest-repairs/ 2026-02-01T00:00:00Z 2026-02-01T00:00:00Z

Downtime and ship maintenance

<p>Two days in the hangar bay on Tatooine. The hyperdrive motivator finally gave out after that jump from Ryloth. Mechanic says it'll cost more than the last bounty covered.</p> <p>Sitting here in the cockpit of the <a href="/about/" class="wikilink" data-title="About the Hunter" data-description="Who I am, what I do, and why I keep these logs" data-date="2026-02-05" data-preview="Who I am, what I do, and why I keep these logs">Razor Crest</a>, checking my gear. Rifle needs cleaning. Vambraces got scuffed on the last job. At least I have time to think.</p> <p>Spaceports are loud. Too many people. I prefer the silence of orbit.</p> <p>This is the way.</p> https://din.markata.dev/sunrise-over-the-dunes/ 2026-01-30T00:00:00Z 2026-01-30T00:00:00Z

Sunrise over the dunes after a long night hunt

<p><img src="/tatooine-sunrise.png" alt="Twin suns rising over desert sand dunes, orange and yellow sky, lone figure silhouette in foreground, atmospheric dust, cinematic science fiction landscape art style"></p> <blockquote> <p>Three days tracking a Hutt spice runner. Lost him in the Jundland Wastes. Found him at dawn, trying to bury himself in the sand. Desperate move.</p> </blockquote> <p>The twin suns make the desert look almost peaceful. Almost. I've seen what lives under that sand. Krayt dragons. Sarlaccs. Worse.</p> <p>Caught the mark trying to dig his way out of a canyon dead end. He was sun-crazed, dehydrated, ready to give up. Made my job easier.</p> <p>Sometimes the desert does the work for you.</p> <p>This is the way.</p> https://din.markata.dev/midnight-on-nevarro/ 2026-01-25T00:00:00Z 2026-01-25T00:00:00Z

A quiet night in the cantina after the job

<p>The cantina is quieter at midnight. Most of the rowdy crowd has gone, leaving only the serious drinkers and those with nowhere else to be.</p> <p>I sit in the corner, back to the wall, helmet on. My usual spot. The droid server knows my order—warm broth, nothing stronger. Need to stay sharp even now.</p> <p>Greef left an hour ago. We settled the contract. A Nikto pirate crew that'd been raiding Guild shipments. Simple job, clean takedown. He paid in credit sticks and information.</p> <p>Said there's a rumor of other Mandalorians on the edge of the sector. Maybe not just rumors this time. I've followed enough dead leads to be cautious, but hope... hope is harder to kill than a kriffing krayt dragon.</p> <p>This was after the job he mentioned in his earlier message—see <a href="/a-message-from-karga/" class="wikilink" data-title="A Message from Karga" data-description="Greef Karga needs a favor on Nevarro" data-date="2026-02-03" data-preview="Greef Karga needs a favor on Nevarro">A Message from Karga</a>.</p> <p>The neon lights flicker. Someone in the corner is playing a sad tune on a slit-drum. It reminds me of the covert, somehow. The songs we'd sing after the forge cooled.</p> <p>I finish my broth and head back to the ship. Another day. Another hunt.</p> <p>This is the way.</p>