#Force Sensitive

[not-so-allegiant-general]

Force sensitive Hux au

Kylo discovered that Snoke was suppressing Hux's abilities just to keep them apart. It is General Hux who was his dyad in force. Not Rey. But now without Snoke there is no one between them. And there is no one between Hux and force. And it is painful but Hux doesn't want to learn from Kylo. He doesn't trust him nor the force. He can't sleep, he hears voices, everything vibrates. And he feels emotions that aren't his. Its getting worse and worse. And he hates that the only thing that helps is being close to Kylo. But he can't deny It any more, or he will go mad. So one day Kylo found him curled up on his bed. Hux got up.

"Mh... Sorry. I was waiting for you"

"In my bed?"

"Yeah. Everything else vibrates and It made me want to vomit"

Kylo sat down close to him.

"You can go back to sleep. We will talk later. I can stay. " He answered Hux thoughts. Hux rubbed his face and laid down again. He was too tired to protest and having Kylo so close felt wonderful, so he just went back to sleep. After "okey Ren you can teach me but I will not call you master" talk they started immediately next day.

And Hux was indeed a fast learner. And after few weeks its kinda started to bother Kylo. A lot. Force was listening to Hux as it has never listened to Kylo before. Hux built his own saber. And it was flawless. Elegant. Pure white blade. How the fuck did he turned kyber white? Kylo didn't know. He knew that Hux was an kyber expert because of Strakiller, but he was never really interested in his research. Hux could meditate for hours. Kylo couldn't last even two. And it was tearing him apart because Hux was everything that he wasn't. Everything that he wanted to be.

Navigation consoles began to suffer again from his rage.

"Ren! Ren stop it immediately! Ren! Supreme Leader it is you own ship for the fuck sake!"

Kylo breathed out and deactivated the blade.

"What's going on? Ren?"

" am sorry"

" I Hope so. But i don't care about you being sorry i care for an explanation" and Kylo explained. And Hux was looking at him with disbelief.

" Oh come on. Enough of this whining Ren" he stopped him " Can you even hear yourself?"

"Hux..."

" You alone told me that force is a path aren't you ? "

"Yes but..."

" So there is infinite number of paths. You can't blame me that i chose a different one. Actually if we are what you called It a dyad? Its perfectly logical that we are opposites. Let's say it clear there is nothing in control, in order about you. Just chaos. I could never live like this. "

" Yes but..."

"But but ... I told you stop whining like a child. Look at yourself. You are pure, raw force. You could go against Rancor with this red thing and ego of yours. And you're siting here and whine because i have a prettier lightsaber?"

"I... "

" And what? That my abilities are better? Are you joking? I didn't beat you in a duel even once. And how the fuck did you cracked kyber Ren? Because if i could do that Starkiller would be ready at least few years faster!"

"How the fuck did i cracked kyber? How the fuck did YOU make it WHITE!?"

"Wouldn't you like to know huh?" Hux smiled "Why don't you just ask?"

"What?"

" I'am not Snoke. i'am not going to hide things from you. Do stop breaking consoles and start verbally communicating what's going on because i am tired of this hide-and-seek" Kylo was blinking at him. Hux sighed. "Come. I will show you kyber."

They did not arrive to laboratories because Kylo pressed him to the wall and kissed. Hux just moaned tilting his head back.

"Is it verbal enough Hux?"

" Its suggestive enough. First my quarters. Then kyber. " He said when he regained breath. " But enough of destroying my ship"

" Oh. Now it's yours ? "

" You just said i am better than you at basically everything? Shouldn't i be Supreme Leader then? " He mocked. He had never learnt that you have to be careful what you wish for. Kylo smiled amused and kissed back of his hand.

"You know what Hux? You are right" Hux blinked.

"What?"

"I can see It now. Crystal clear. My destiny is to conquer, bring down empires. And lay them at your feet. Yours is to rule. "

And Hux for the first time in his life was absolutely speechless.

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[dreams-are-paper-thin]

There's a great disturbance in the fandom about whether Sabine is Force-sensitive or not. So let's take a look from the beginning.

In A New Hope, Obi-Wan explains the Force as:

It's an energy field created by all living things. It surrounds us and penetrates us; it binds the galaxy together.

And according to George Lucas himself:

In Rebels, Kanan uses Obi-Wan's explanation for the Force more than once. There's an important conversation in Trials of the Darksaber, which is related to this and to Sabine.

Hera: Or maybe because she doesn't have the Force, you don't believe she can do this?

Kanan: No. The Force resides in all living things. But you have to be open to it. Sabine is blocked. Her mind is conflicted. She's so expressive and yet so tightly wound. She's so...

Hera: Mandalorian.

Kanan: Very.

Kanan never says Sabine doesn't have the Force. On the contrary, Hera says she doesn't have it and Kanan says no. What Kanan says implies that Sabine does have it, she's just not open enough to wield it.

Keep those quotes in mind for later.

Now, we have to address the Bantha in the room: the midichrolians. We're introduced to this concept in the prequels trilogy, I believe. It serves as a more technical explanation of the Force. The SW fandom wiki offers this definition:

Again, the midichrolians are in all living organisms because the Force resides in all living things.

As far as the movies go, we don't know how high the M-count has to be for someone to be able to wield the Force. We just know Anakin has a count of over 20.000 and that it's a very high number, so he's very strong in the Force.

We can assume that the higher the midichrolians, the more aptitude the user has in the Force.

I'm guessing Sabine has a low M-count, thus limited abilities in the Force because of this line in episode 2 of Ahsoka:

Huyang: I have know many padawns over the centuries, and I can safely say your aptitude in the Force would fall short of them all.

Some people interpreted this line as "Sabine isn't Force-sensitive at all." What I understand from that line is that Sabine sucks at using the Force.

Either way, midichrolians haven't even been mentioned in the show, but I've seen people talk about it regardless. I find most discussion of this kinda pointless because there's not much to go on, so we can only speculate.

Moving on. In episode 3, Ahsoka trains Sabine blindly so she has to rely on the Force to see. I think a lot of people missed that Sabine did, in fact, use the Force in that scene. Watch carefully.

2:16. After Sabine has grown impatient for not succeeding, she finally manages to sense Ahsoka's presence (she still couldn't see and Ahsoka didn't touch Sabine) and fight a little, until Ahsoka stomps on her foot and Sabine falls to the floor.

Ahsoka: Anger and frustration are quick to give power. But they also unbalance you.

Why would Ahsoka say that in the first place if Sabine hadn't used the dark side of the Force? She probably struggles with the light side because it's so different from what she's used to as a mandalorian. It's more aligned to her nature.

Later in the same episode, this conversation takes place:

Sabine: I can't use the Force. I don't feel it. Not like you do.

Ahsoka: The Force resides in all living things. Even you.

Sabine: If that's true, then why doesn't everyone use it?

Ahsoka: Talent is a factor. But training and focus are what truly define someone's success. Not everyone can handle the type of discipline it takes to master the ways of the Force.

This fits perfectly with Obi-Wan's quote and what George Lucas said in the interview. This is consistent within the Star Wars universe and Dave Filoni's previous work.

It does not break the canon, it does not retcon anything. We simply hadn't seen before someone training to use the Force and struggle so much with it.

And to me, that is far more interesting than having every single main character being just overly and naturally competent with the Force. You don't have to be the Chosen One to use the Force, you just have to have enough determination to put in the work.

Back to Ahsoka. In episode 4 (the latest episode that's come out since I'm writing this) Sabine manages to do a very slight Force push during her duel with Shin. I know many people will disagree with me, but just watch the scene again.

1:22. Shin disarms Sabine and knocks her to the ground. Sabine extends her hand and Shin is slightly pushed back. Her arm falls down, her head turns to the side.

I've seen multiple people say Shin did this in anticipation (when has anyone everyone done that?) and that Sabine didn't Force push her. But the thing is, there's a Force push sound effect. Listen closely. It's faint and short, but it's definetely there.

I think Shin's line also confused a lot of people.

Shin: You have no power.

This is not "Sabine tried to use the Force and failed and Shin reiterates it." Again, there's a Force sound effect. That should be proof enough that she's somewhat connecting to the Force. They wouldn't put it there if she wasn't using the Force.

I think Shin and Baylan, as sith/dark jedi or whatever they are, see the Force only as a means to power. That's what Baylan is seeking with all this anyway: power.

Someone with low Force-sensitivity like Sabine would seem totally powerless to them. Everyone has been telling Sabine she's not good enough for it (Huyang, Shin, even Sabine herself.)

So, you can totally disagree with me on this, but I personally interpreted that line as Shin telling Sabine to quit while she's ahead. If she'll never be as powerful as the rest of them, why even bother to try? But Sabine, as the stubborn mandalorian she is, still continues to try.

I think Dave Filoni is painting a very clear picture: Sabine can indeed use the Force, but she's not naturally skilled at it. I think she might still have some sort of block from it, like Kanan said. The show seems to be slowly building up to her wielding the Force more succesfully, though. Starting small, one step at a time.

With Sabine's decision (she didn't have much choice, if you ask me) near the end of episode 4, I do wonder if Sabine will be a dark side user. Shin and Baylan use the dark side but they don't seem to be consumed by it. We'll just have to wait and see.

I understand that people think that Sabine being Force-sensitive diminishes her character, but so far I don't think that's the case. She still uses her blasters and some mandalorian tricks up her sleeve. This just adds another layer to her character. Natasha Liu Bordizzo said in an interview somewhere that Sabine changes fighting styles frequently, and I think we'll see more of that soon.

As long as Sabine stays true to her mandalorian ways, I'm fine with it. How cool would it be to have a mandalorian-jedi in the mandoverse? Sabine has been kind of disconnected to her mandalorian heritage for a long time now, and I'm sure she won't be a regular Jedi, if a Jedi at all. She's a special breed, one of a kind. Who knows, maybe she'll help to bring balance to the Force after all.

If Bo-Katan can walk both worlds, then so can Sabine.

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[vaehbae]

I like to think…

That is the only reason why Sabine’s force abilities got so much stronger all of a sudden was because of Ezra. Not only did it give her some clarity but it probably cleared up the blockage she had with the connection and also because of Ezra himself.

You can take this romantically or platonically. She connected with Ahsoka, and helped with the door (sorta) grabbed her lightsaber, and pushed him up onto the star-destroyed when she was with him. No matter how many times in the season when her life was in danger she didn't have any connection but now suddenly when she’s with Ezra it just grows stronger!

You can also say, that her powers were a lot more intense when Ezra’s life was in danger, and maybe the next time we see her she won’t be as strong with the force because Ezra isn't there.

Now. I'm not trying to see all of Sabine’s character is about Ezra but he does bring a huge impact in on her life just like she is to him.

-Vaeh

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[starwars-stories-annoymous]

A Kenobi

You had spent a while traveling with the Mandolorian and his adopted son. He’d picked you up after a job on Dantooine. He’d stayed with a few days when it was time to leave Grogu made it clear you had to come with. Din was skeptical until he watched you with a blaster. You were lethal yet kind-hearted. If he knew why you were that gifted with a blaster, you weren’t sure if he’d stay around. 

You tried not to think too much about the war, and the part you had played. The friends you let down. The friends who didn’t even try to find you. How he’d never tried to find you. But the past was the past. You couldn’t hold onto it forever, but you also knew it would catch up with you eventually. You just didn’t think it would catch up with you this quickly though. 

You stood behind Din as the dark troopers tried to get to you all. Everyone in the Room aimed their blaster at the doors. Then you saw it. An X-Wing. 

“One X-Wing? Great we’re saved,” said Kara. 

“Incoming craft identify yourself,” said Bo. 

Then you felt it. Felt him. While the bond between you had dimmed over the years, you knew it was him. Grogu seemed to also feel his presence. Then it all made sense Grogu had called him here. You felt goosebumps cast their way down your arm. You gasped softly. Din noticed. The dark troopers paused their assault outside. 

“Why’d they stop?” asked Cara. 

Din looked at you and the kid. He knew you knew something. On the screen, a cloaked figure began to attack the dark troopers with a lightsaber. 

“A Jedi?” gasped Bo Katan. 

Din looked over. Moff Gideon took the distraction as an opportunity to shoot at Bo Katan he then aimed his blaster at Grogu. Din leaped in front of him shielding him with his beskar. 

“Drop it,” threatened Fennec. 

All weapons were trained on Gideon. You reached Grogu brushing your hand over his head. Cara knocked out Gideon with her blaster. Grogu walked over to the screen placed his tiny hand on the screen he glanced briefly at you. Din’s eyes were on both of you. You moved closer to Grogu.

“You called him here––didn’t you?” you said. 

He cooed in response. You sighed grabbing his other little hand. As the cloaked figure took out the last of the dark troopers Grogu looked directly at Din and whined trying to communicate with him. Din seemed to understand as he lifted him up Grogu’s hand slipping out of yours. 

“Open the doors,” said Din. 

“Are you crazy?” asked Fennec

“Do it,” you said. You didn’t miss the slight shake in it. 

Din looked back at you. He wanted to ask what was wrong but this was not the time. He placed Grogu in a chair and hit the button for the doors. You moved closer to Din and sighed out of anxiety. Time to confront your past. 

He walked in through the doors. Hood up with a green lightsaber in his grip. You dreaded him taking that hood off. The glow of his saber reflected off Din’s beskar.  He deactivated his lightsaber and placed it back on his belt. He reached up and tossed the hood back. There he was in all his glory. Luke Skywalker. Grogu peeked out behind the chair. 

“Are you a Jedi?” asked Din. 

“I am,” Luke said. 

His gaze met yours. A frown took over his features. He had changed. The all-black was not a bad look for him, but it was different from how you remembered him. Din glanced between the two of you. You tried to mask your emotions, but they were festering beneath. 

“I didn’t think our paths would ever cross again,” he said. 

“You thought or you hoped,” you said.

“Y/n,” he said softly, “I’m sorry.” 

“Sorry for what exactly Luke? You left me to die.” 

“I thought you’d come back, Y/n you have to believe that.” 

“I’m sorry,” interrupted Cara, “You two know each other? Wow Y/n, I didn’t think you knew any Jedi.” 

“They don’t know do they?” asked Luke.

“Luke––” you warned.

“Know what? Mesh’la what is he talking about?” asked Din. 

Luke kept his gaze trained on you. You glared in return. Everything was about to come out in the open. 

“You don’t know who she is do you?” 

“She’s Y/n L/n,” said Fennec, “What else do you wanna know?” 

“No. Not L/n––” 

“Luke––stop.” 

“Kenobi. Her name is Y/n Kenobi.” 

Bo Katan gasped. Everyone’s eyes were trained on you. 

“And she’s a Jedi like her father before her.” 

Silence enveloped the room. The only stare you worried about was Din. Your Din. You knew without being able to see his face that the trust that you’d built was now obliterated. Luke looked away from you glancing at Grogu. He held his hand out to him. 

“Come little one,” said Luke. 

Grogu gazed at you and Din. He was asking for permission to leave. 

“He doesn’t want to go with you,” said Din.

“He’s asking for your permission,” said Luke, “he is strong with the force, a talent without training is nothing. I will give my life to protect the child.” 

Luke looked at you at that part a hint of regret passed through his blue eyes. 

“ But he will not be safe til masters his abilities.” 

Din picked Grogu up holding him tenderly, 

“Go on,” he said. Voice soft like velvet. “That’s who you belong with. He’s one of your kind.” 

Din looked at you holding silently communicating to come here. You brushed against cold beskar and grabbed onto one of Grogu’s hands. 

“We’ll see you again,” Din spoke.

“We promise,” you finished. 

Grogu slipped his hand out of yours and brushed it against the bottom of your chin. He reached out again this time to Din. He swept his little hand against the helmet. Din carefully reached up to the helmet––you gasped and turned around refusing to look at him. 

“Alright pal,” his voice unmodulated, “it’s time to go. Don’t be afraid.” 

You turned slightly glancing at the back of Din’s head. A head you had only seen or felt in the dark of the Razor Crest. He set Grogu down and it was clear the kid was sad to go. You then heard familiar beeping––R2. Grogu seemed to recognize him. R2 beeped at the sight of you. You smiled. 

“Hello R2,” you said.

“You could come with us, Y/n. You could come home.” 

You sighed. You knew he’d say that. Knew he’d ask you to go home. Back with him. Back to Han and Leia. And while a part of you missed them you couldn’t forget what he’d done. 

“I am home Luke,” you said stepping back towards Din. 

He sighed. Luke pulled something off of his belt. Your lightsaber. He stepped towards you placing it in your hand. His touch lingered for a moment. 

“I’ll see you again Y/n. I feel it in the force.” 

You said nothing just taking your saber. Luke reached down and lifted Grogu in his arms. He looked at you and Din who now stood right beside you a tear trailing down his cheek.

“May the force be with you.” 

And just like that he and the child were gone. You felt eyes on you. You looked down at the ground. Now to deal with the present. Din interlocked your hands. 

“Mesh’la,” he said. Voice laced with sorrow, “Why––”

“Not here Din. Not here.” 

“Yes, here,” said Bo Katan, “you’re a Kenobi. Your Obi-Wan’s daughter.” 

You turned you gazed at the redhead. Before you met Din you did some digging into your past. Your mother was Satine Kyrze which made Bo your aunt. 

“Who–who is your mother?” Bo asked. 

“I never knew my mother,” you said “but I think you know who she was.”

Bo had removed her helmet. She reached a shaky hand up to her mouth. She maneuvered over to you and hugged you tightly. She let you go glancing at Din, 

“Let’s get out of here.” 

Everyone loaded up on the ship. Bo gave your shoulder a squeeze looking over at Din who had not yet put his helmet back on. You sighed. This wasn’t how you wanted him to find out. Bo walked out of the bay and headed to the flight deck leaving you and Din alone. You sat down on a nearby bench not daring to look at him. Din kneeled in front of you placing a hand on your thigh. 

“Cyar’ka, look at me,” he said. 

You always loved the sound of his voice without the helmet now you feared it. Din sighed placing his gloved hand on your chin guiding you to look at him. This was the first time you’d ever seen his face. And Maker he was beautiful. Deep brown eyes searched your own. They held a warmth to them. His hair was short but slightly wavy. His nose was cute. His mouth held a slight frown to it. He was studying you. 

“Cyar, why didn’t you tell me?” he asked glancing down at your saber. 

“I–I was just afraid.” 

“Afraid of what Cyar?” 

“Afraid you’d hate me.” 

Gloved hands cupped both of your cheeks holding you in  place so you had no other choice but to look at him. His eyes were so sad. 

“Mesh’la I could never hate you. You’re all I have left.” 

Tears streaked down your face. You knew what the next question would be. “Could you have trained him?” 

“Yes.” 

“Why didn’t you?” 

“I haven’t used the force for a few years now.” 

“Because of what happened?” 

You nodded as more alligator tears leaked out. 

“What did happen?”

“It happened on Bespin in Clou–Cloud,” you hiccuped, “City.” 

Din ran a hand through your hair while the other rested on your thigh again. He urged you to continue.

“I–it was Vader,” you shuddered, “he knew our relationship and who I was. He set a trap for Luke and me. He used our friends as bait. Luke fell out of the bottom of the tower. He escaped. But I couldn’t. I was stuck with Vader. I thought he was going to kill me. He took my saber. And placed me under arrest. I spent a few months in prison. I was supposed to be terminated. But an old friend saved me.” 

“Ashoka,” Din said. “Yeah, Ashoka. She hid me somewhere safe. I wanted to go back to the rebellion but Ashoka told me they believed I was a lost cause. Even Luke. So I ran. I ran from my past. I changed my name and never looked back.” 

“Cyar’ka, my sweet girl, I’m so sorry.” 

“It’s okay it’s not entirely Luke’s fault but it still hurt.” 

Din pulled you into his lap. He kept you as close as possible. His face pressed into your neck inhaling your scent. 

“Cyare, I love you. “I love you more.” 

“We should get married.” 

You looked at him as he gazed right at you. You stroked his face. His beautiful face. “Okay,” you whispered. A smile graced your lips.

“I want to be your Riduur, Mesh’la.” 

“You’ll always have me Din.” 

You curled into his arms. The events of the day catching up with you. You placed your head in the crook of his shoulder slowly nodding off. He was yours. He would always be your home. Even if one member was no longer with you.

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[sabinewren77]

From Season 2 Episode 1 Siege of Lothal Part 1. Sabine jumps from a building to a landing ramp. At least a 30 meter jump, and 60 meters high. Kallus watches in wonderment.

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[clonebrainrot]

Since I have a feeling tonight’s episode is going to change a lot of stuff I want to ask this one more time when we are still in the dark

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[figures4fun]

That’s going up on the carbon-freezing chamber for sure!

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[qulrikkek]

Summary:

All this facade of cheerfulness on both sides was to mask the bantha in the room. They were leaders in their own right, just in different ways, and yet, they didn't dare to address what was hanging in the thick air between them. It was quite embarrassing, that even as adults, they were no more mature in this topic than teenagers.

Emotions so deep were uncharted territory.

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[anonymousewrites]

Clan of Three (Book 1) Chapter One

Father Figure! Mandalorian/Din Djarin x Teen! Reader

Chapter One: The Assets

Summary: Mando gets a new job and isn't expecting what he finds.

Mouse Note: Hello! I'm back! I hope you guys enjoy this actual content chapter; I really liked writing some chapters from Mando's perspective at the beginning. Again, thank you guys for your patience, love you all!

            “Hmm, I have a bail jumper, a bail jumper…another bail jumper, a wanted smuggler,” said Greef Karga.

            The Mandalorian sat across from his as Karga put the bounty pucks on the table between them. It was a pitiful, boring selection, but Mando would take whatever he could get. He needed the credits.

            “I’ll take them all,” he said.

            “No, hold on,” interrupted Karga. “There are other members of the Guild, and this is all I have.”

            “Why so slow?” asked Mando.

            “It’s not slow at all, actually. Very busy,” said Karga. “They just don’t want to pay Guild rates. They don’t mind if things get sloppy.”

            “What’s your highest bounty?” questioned Mando.

            “Not much. Five thousand,” said Karga.

            “That won’t even cover fuel these days,” said Mando in irritation.

            Karga considered for a moment before leaning forward. “Well…there is one job.”

            “Let’s see the puck,” said Mando, interested.

            “No puck,” said Karga. “Face to face.” Mando tilted his head as he considered the information. “Direct commission. Deep pocket.”

            “Underworld?” asked Mando.

            “All I know is no chain code,” said Karga. He held up a small electronic device. “Do you want the chit or not?”

            Mando reached out and took it.

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            Mando knocked on the door of the Client’s office. A security droid’s eye popped out, and Mando held up the chit Karga had given him. The droid scanned it before retreating into the door, and it slid open.

            Mando walked it, and the door closed behind him. He followed a droid through the halls to an office. He paused as the door opened to reveal stormtroopers. That explained why the Client didn’t want much to be revealed. Still, Mando could bear with the job. He disliked the Empire, but he’d gladly take their credits. Then he could bring it back to the Mandalorians, where it should be after all the pain the Empire caused Mandalore.

            “Greef Karga said you were coming,” said the Client.

            Mando walked forward, past the stormtroopers. “What else did he say?”

            “He said you were the best in the parsec,” said the Client.

            A door on the left opened suddenly, and Mando, anticipating an ambush, pulled a gun out.

            “Freeze!” shouted a stormtrooper.

            “No!” cried the bespectacled man who appeared in the doorway, throwing his hands up in front of his face.

            “Drop your weapons!” ordered a second stormtrooper.

            “No, no, no, no, no. Pardon, uh, sorry,” said the bespectacled man nervously. “I didn’t mean to alarm.”

            The Client stood from behind his desk. “This is Dr. Pershing. Please excuse his lack of decorum. His enthusiasm outweighs his discretion. Please lower your blaster.”

            “Have them lower theirs first,” countered Mando, looking at the stormtroopers flanking him.

            “We have you four to one,” sneered a stormtrooper.

            “I like those odds,” said Mando.

            The Client stepped forward. “He also said you were expensive. Very expensive. Please sit.” He waved a hand at his stormtroopers, and they lowered their weapons.

            The Client and Mando sat down at the desk opposite of each other. Pershing shuffled forward awkwardly, clearly important enough to be present but not important enough to be unafraid of acting incorrectly. The Client opened a small satchel on his desk and unfolded a cloth. In the center rested a single piece of beskar.

            “Beskar?” asked Mando.

            “Go ahead. It’s real,” said the Client. “This is only a down payment,” he continued as Mando examined the metal. “I have a camtono of beskar waiting for you upon delivery of the assets.”

            “Alive,” added Pershing.

            “Yes, alive,” said the Client. “Although, I acknowledge that bounty hunting is a complicated profession. This being the case, proof of termination is also acceptable for a lower free. But you’d get a much greater payment if at least one or both are alive.”

            “That is not what we agreed upon,” said Pershing, furrowing his brow.

            “I’m simply being pragmatic,” said the Client.

            “There are two assets?” questioned Mando, focusing on the pertinent information.

            “Yes,” said the Client. “Both are together. Unfortunately, the first people I hired to transport them to me decided that they wanted more than they agreed to be paid. They are demanding I pay them more for the delivery of my assets.”

            “So you’ve hired me?” questioned Mando.

            “Dealing with one person is much simpler than dealing with treacherous fools,” said the Client. “And your reputation proceeds you.”

            Mando considered for a moment. It did make sense to hire someone else to do a job if the first people caused trouble. “Let’s see the pucks,” he said.

            The Client leaned back in his chair. “I’m afraid discretion dictates…a less traditional agreement. We can only offer you a tracking fob.”

            Pershing handed over the fob nervously, and Mando pocketed it. “What’re the chain codes?”

            “We can only offer a part of the chain code for each,” said the Client. “Last four for the first, middle for the second.”

            “The age of one and home planet of the other? That’s all you can give me?” questioned Mando.

            “Yes,” said the Client. “The first is fifty years old. The second asset is from Ushti, a violent planet, so use your discretion. If you must kill an asset, make it that one.” Dr. Pershing shifted uncomfortably at the idea.

            Mando gazed at the Client as he considered the information. Ushti was a planet overrun by the Empire near the end of the war against it. It’s been stripped of resources, according to reports. This asset must be angry at the Empire, some rebel causing troubles. Whatever the case, I take no part in those wars and political issues. I am Mandalorian, and I will return beskar to my people. This is the Way.

            “We can also give you last reported positional data,” said the Client. “Between that and the fob, a man of your skill should make short work of this.” Mando stood and began walking away. “The beskar belongs back in the hands of a Mandalorian. It is good to restore the natural order of things after a period of such disarray, don’t you agree?”

            Mando glanced back. If the Client cared about such things, he and the Empire would never have taken it from Mandalore in the first place.

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            Mando was in no way happy with the way the job was going. Being attacked and having to stay overnight with a cranky old man hadn’t been part of the plan, and neither had teaming up with a droid, and yet here Mando was, a day later than he wanted to be, in a shootout with the men who were supposed to deliver the assets to the Client originally. They were almost at the door, too, when IG decided that there was no option but to self-destruct.

            Mando cursed internally. “Do not self-destruct! Cover me,” he ordered.

            He ran to the door as IG fired at the men. Mando pulled over the cover of the electrical panel and began working with the wires. Without proper cover, however, even IG’s shooting didn’t provide a distraction, and Mando couldn’t stay in the open and get the door open.

            “New plan!” shouted Mando over the heavy artillery fire.

            “Beginning self-destruct countdown,” said IG.

            “No! Stop it,” said Mando. “Draw their fire, I’ll take out the big one!”

            “Acceptable,” said IG.

            “Go!” ordered Mando.

            IG ran in one direction, drawing the deadly blaster shots. Mando shot the shooter off the gun and jumped on himself. Swiveling around the courtyard, Mando killed each enemy as they ran and ducked for cover. Finally, silence descended. IG and Mando were victorious and alive.

            “Well done,” said IG. “I will disengage self-destruct initiative.”

            Mando nearly sighed in exasperation before helping the droid to his feet. “You know, you’re not so bad. For a droid.”

            “Agreed,” said IG.

            “That blaster hit looks nasty. You okay?” asked Mando.

            “Running a quick diagnostic,” said IG. “It has missed my central wiring harness.”

            “Is that good?” asked Mando.

            “Yes,” said IG.

            “Well, now we just need to get the door open,” said Mando. He and IG simultaneously looked at the giant gun they now had. That could do it.

            A few seconds later, the door was blasted down. It fell with a resounding thunk. Mando and IG walked in.

            “The tracking fob is still active. My sensors indicate there is a life form present,” said IG.

            Mando’s fob trilled as he approached a floating, egg-shaped container. He pressed the button on the side and watched as it opened up. A little green baby with large eyes and dark eyes stared up at them.

            “Wait. They said fifty years old,” said Mando, frowning beneath his helmet in confusion. That was a child.

            “Species age differently—” began IG.

            He was interrupted by a blur of movement. IG was shoved into the wall, and both his and Mando’s tracking fobs trilled again. The second asset was there. Mando turned on the person and blocked an attack. They held a dagger in their hand, and they instinctively raked it down at the breaks in his armor.

            Mando grabbed their arm, and the asset moved, twisting around his grasp. It was a rough move; the asset was not a proper fighter, but they had clearly been through enough to have deeply imbedded survival instincts.

            Ushti, remembered Mando. A rougher planet.

            Indeed, the asset was living up to their home planet’s reputation as they kicked at him to escape. They were even twisting their arm as far as it could go just to try to draw blood with their dagger. But they were inexperienced, unsure of how to fight someone bigger and stronger than them, and Mando twisted their wrist hard. They cried out and dropped the dagger, and Mando held their arms tightly. The asset squirmed but, realizing they couldn’t escape, settled for just glaring at him.

            Mando’s eyes widened underneath his helmet. This asset was a teenager. The bounties were a child and a teenager.

            “Let me go!” snapped the teen. They glared at him, and the burnt orange Ushti markings around their eyes, jagged and sharp, seemed to mirror their anger.

            “Mandalorian, hold them still,” said IG, standing back up and raising his gun.

            The teenager froze, looking at the blaster’s barrel. Fear flitted through their eyes before anger replaced it, fierce and resilient flames in their gaze.

            “No,” said Mando. “We bring them in alive.”

            “The commission was quite specific. The assets were to be terminated,” said IG.

            Mando’s gaze settled on the teen staring death in the face. It drifted to the child watching the encounter with wide, innocent eyes.

            A shot rang out in the silence.

            IG fell to the ground, dead and unmoving. Mando holstered his blaster and let go of the teen, crouching to pick up their dagger before they could try anything.

            “You’re going to take us to the Empire, aren’t you?” questioned the teenager, glaring at him.

            “I’m doing my job,” said Mando. He looked at them. “And you can either come willingly, or I knock you out and drag you there.”

            “You’re not going to kill me?” asked the teen, distrusting.

            “If I wanted you dead, I would have let the droid shoot you,” said Mando.

            “Maybe you just want the joy of doing it yourself,” snapped the teenager. They crossed their arms; their eyes darted to the bodies of the men outside. “I’ve seen plenty of people like that.”

            Mando faced the teen. “I’m not going to kill you.”

            He could tell the teenager didn’t trust him, but there was a slight relaxation of their shoulders, a sign of relief. They had no idea what was awaiting them, but they were relieved at just the idea of not getting killed. Clearly, they had dealt with enough trauma to have it ingrained that not being dead now was good even if they would get killed later.

            “You’re a Mandalorian,” said the teen. “That’s what the droid said. What does that mean?”

            “It means I’m good at my job,” answered Mando. He turned and pressed a button on the container holding the child. It floated higher, ready to follow him. “Come on.”

            “Not like I have a choice,” muttered the teenager. They followed him out of the house and pulled the hood of their loose brown-orange shirt over their head to block the sun as much as possible. “The Empire was going to get me one way or another.”

            Mando glanced at them beneath the helmet. They were convinced they were going to die. Mando had to agree. Even if Dr. Pershing didn’t seem eager for either asset’s death, the Client seemed much more at ease, especially with the Ushti’s demise. Still, it didn’t sit right with Mando that a kid had to be so at east with the idea of their own death.

            “The Empire doesn’t exist anymore,” said Mando.

            “Still imperial bantha fodder,” muttered the teen.

            They weren’t wrong, Mando had to give them that. “I’m just doing my job,” he repeated, but this time it felt more to put himself at ease than to mollify them.

            The teenager didn’t respond, and the pair fell into silence as they walked into a canyon to avoid the blazing sun. The Child cooed as his container floated next to them. Mando paused as the little insects and critters scuttling about suddenly retreated to their burrows. It was a telltale sign that a threat had appeared. His hand slid to his blaster, and the teen tensed, putting a hand on the Child’s container to protect him.

            Another hunter jumped down from the cliffs above, swinging his weapon down and knocking Mando’s blaster from his hand. The teen jumped back and pushed the Child’s cradle away. Mando dodged another hit from the hunter’s staff and took a step back. As he did, two other aliens joined the first, all three circling Mando. He managed to knock one down at a time, but every time two were down, the third would get back up. He pulled his shotgun out and swung it to block their staffs and fired an electrical pulse into one’s stomach, sending it sprawling to the floor, dead or unconscious. Mando swung at the second, blocking it’s attack before hitting it in the head and sending an electric shock through it. The third alien landed a hit on Mando, disorienting him. He pivoted and defended against another attack as the hunter pushed down at him with its spear.

            The teen grabbed Mando’s blaster from the dusty ground and lifted it. “Duck!” they shouted.

            They weren’t an excellent shot and could hit him if they missed. Mando dropped to the ground as they pulled the trigger. The blast of energy hit the alien square in the back, and it fell to the side. Mando stood, holstering his shotgun. He looked at the teen and the blaster they still held poised to shoot.

            They narrowed their eyes and let the blaster drop to the ground. “There. We’re even.” Mando had saved them from the IG unit; the teen had helped against the alien.

            Mando nodded briefly before looking down at the remains of the aliens that had attacked. A tracking fob beeped beside the body of one. They had been hunting the assets Mando had been sent after. It seemed he wasn’t the only one commissioned.

            “We need to keep moving,” he said, turning away.

            “There are more coming, aren’t there?” asked the teen, catching up to him with the cradle and the Child.

            “Yes,” said Mando.

            They said nothing as they continued forward and the sun blazed overhead. That was, until the teenager turned to Mando as they walked and spoke suddenly.

            “I’m (Y/N).” Mando glanced at them, and they looked away in shame as they saw the turn of his helmet. “I know you don’t need it; I just—I want someone to know my name. Everyone who did is dead.”

            Mando was quiet for a moment before speaking. “People call me Mando.” He’d save them the shame of wanting to have some honor. They were just a kid.

            Just a kid that had a valuable bounty on their head.

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[pxgeturner]

Thinking about kylo accidentally forming a dyad with the princess of a small neutral planet.

🎀

The connection was probably made the first time he passed by aaldar. The first time you two had interacted with the other’s world, you were in your garden. You were sitting at a flowerbed, picking a bouquet for you mother. Until you weren’t. Until you were in a painfully white room. But you could still feel the plushness of the grass beneath you. You stand up, and approach a nearby desk, you place the blossom of an aricula on it– a peaceful message that you were here.

The first time kylo saw into your world, he had just finished doing his rounds on the bridge, heading to see master snoke. Suddenly, he was in a softly colored bedroom, classically decorated, with a four poster bed and plants littered around the room. There was a vase of flowers on the nightstand, the same kind of flower he found in his study a few days prior. He reached into his pocket and pulled out a vintage credit he found earlier that day white he was off ship. He placed it next to the vase.

It stayed like that for a week or two. The pair of you exchanging gifts of trinkets you found.

The first time you spoke to each other, you were reading a book, and he had just finished training. You were looking out your window at the garden, and he was looking out at his window, looking at the stars. That day you gave him the ribbon in your hair he gave you a pendant that used to be his mothers. From that day on your trading was supplemented by conversation an and quality time. You read together, talked for hours, fell asleep together. your maids and ladies thought you were either melancholic or sneaking out of the palace to complete some sort of secret mission. When you told kylo that he belly laughed, you heard him knock something over. He hadn’t laughed like that in years.

One day he stopped talking back. Radio silence. No heads up, no warning signs. He just stopped talking to you, cold turkey. It hurt and you felt so alone. He was your person, and he was just… gone.

And then you saw a man wearing your ribbon on his wrist.

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[jonberry555]

Omega is Not Naturally Force Sensitive!

The latest episode of Star Wars: The Bad Batch - The Harbinger basically confirmed that Omega is not Force Sensitive … Or Did It?

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[swan-orpheus]

What is Luthen Rael?

I can’t stop thinking about this episode, but seriously, who did Luthen lose??? Who and what is Luthen Rael? Saw remarked in Ep 8 that he never says what he is and what he ultimately stands for. Why is he a coward? Did he watch someone die, powerless to stop it?? 

Does he have survivor’s guilt?

“I share my dreams with ghosts.”

Who are these folks and are they people that he lost fifteen years ago? It would make sense given his other statements such as the one about the equation. 

“I wake up every day to an equation that I wrote fifteen years ago from which there’s only one conclusion, I’m damned for what I do.”

He speaks like a man who has lost and/or broken his Faith and is doomed to some sort of hell as a result. 

This is a man who wears or wore a kyber crystal around his neck, hidden underneath his clothes. I did not think before that Luthen was a former Jedi or force sensitive, but what if he is? if not it is sure looking like someone close to him was. Was he a temple guardian like Chirrut or something else similar? I also found it interesting how he chastised himself for being angry and violent like it went against his own personal code of conduct, apart from the sacrifices he’s had to make. He speaks of losing balance when he says: 

“I’ve given up all chance of inner peace.” 

and 

“My anger, my ego, my unwillingness to yield, my eagerness to fight, they’ve set me on a path from which there is no escape.”

He’s talking about falling to the Dark Side whether he’s force sensitive or not. Anyone can compromise themselves to the point of losing themselves which is really what the Dark Side is a metaphor for. The Force exists in and around everyone. Just the language that he is using is so particular, that it’s difficult to ignore. 

He urges others to fight, but he never gets involved himself. Is attacking against his belief system? The Evil attack, the Good defend is sort of a mainstay of many stories. He feels guilty because he propels other people to what some view as acts of terrorism, even if it is for the sake of saving all that is good. 

Will he retrench and get involved anyway, at Spellhaus or whatever is about to go down on Ferrix? We see him in his ship in the previews fighting so clearly he is not going to live in the shadows forever and whenever he emerges, I think it will be for the memory of whoever those ghosts are, those that he lost when the Empire came into power.

I believe that Luthen lives to S2 and that we are going to get some mentions of The Force though in a way consistent with Rogue One, subtle and in keeping with the narrative. 

I’ve always felt that “May the Force be with you.” was a bit of a Rebellion slogan. You see it in the original trilogy and throughout Rogue One, before battles especially. In a galaxy where the Jedi were destroyed and believing in the Force is heresy, where you can be arrested for being even mildly force-sensitive or for knowing someone who is, where an acknowledgement that all beings are connected which is antithetical to the Empire and the to the Dark is dangerous, saying that to someone, mentioning it, is an act of rebellion. 

Vel says to Mon Mothma, “We’re fighting against the dark.”

Perhaps Luthen Rael is the one thing you are not allowed to mention, something that never gets mentioned. 

“He is something that we shall never discuss.” 

Vel likely doesn’t know much about his background, but this line surely is there for a reason, for the audience to note. It could just be about his position as an axis for rebellious activity or it could have a double meaning. The question of his origin is highlighted again and again in this show. He says that his ego has no mirror. He is not strictly alone. He has Kleya and other human connections, such as they are. Or is he alone because there is no one like him?  Because he lost his family, the only ones who really understood him? 

I think that Luthen believed in what the Jedi stood for, was closely connected to them, or was one himself, and I am certain that if any of this comes to pass, this team of writers will do it justice and make it work in a way that is not going to steal anything from the narrative or the tone of the show or compromise their vision of what Andor is. Then again, I’ve always thought that the Force was a lot more fluid and varied and sophisticated than just, you can float rocks or not. It’s about every sentient being. It is life itself. (Also. I’ve always wanted to see regular people who are connected to the Force. You don’t choose it, it chooses you. You could be a Jedi or you could help your neighbors with their garden or warn the village of danger. But I digress.)

I certainly neither need these things to happen nor find them desirable or undesirable. I observe patterns and draw conclusions. But okay, ngl, that would be extremely compelling and building towards it for an entire season, layer upon layer, is totally their style. Certainly the nature of his sacrifice is very Jedi-like. He gives hope and light to others in dark times, but keeps none for himself. 

“So what do I sacrifice? Everything!” 

...just as the Jedi were sacrificed on the altar of the Empire.

The Force has been there hiding in the folds of this show the entire time. it doesn’t need to be name dropped to be real. And I LOVE that. 

I trust these writers. They waste nothing. Each line, every scene, every self-reference has a place, mirrors something else. Impeccably. 

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[sothisisablog]

Media literacy is non existent for Star Wars fans at this point. Kanan literally said that the force exists in all things and that Sabine was just blocking it. It’s said in episode 3x15 of Rebels. She’s had the power the entire time. Which she’s been training to harness for years. She just had the truly believe in the force and herself.

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[starwars-stories-annoymous]

A Kenobi Part 2

It had been a little over two years since Grogu had left with Luke. Two years since Din and the others found out your true identity. Y/n Kenobi. The daughter of a famous Jedi and a Mandolorian dutchess. You never knew your mother, just the stories your father told you growing up before he’d turn away with a defeated look. 

You remember one time, you had to have been about six or seven, you riffled through a box under your father’s bed. You discovered many things a few spare parts, a necklace, and a holopad. Your curiosity grew and you opened it. An image of a woman appeared. She was beautiful. She had short hair that resembled calm ocean waves. She looked regal in a gorgeous gown. She smiled and it met her eyes. You realized you had some of her features–could she be–your mother–

“Little Star, I’ve told you not to go through my things,” said your father. 

He reached the side of the bed you sat by and froze. He gazed sadly at the hologram. Your father approached you lightly hitting the button to turn it off. You placed it back where you found it. Your father wrapped his arms around you lifting you up in the air and plopping you on his bed. Kneeling in front of you he made direct eye contact. 

“Daddy, who was that?” 

“That was an old transmission from your mother.” 

“Oh,” your little voice said, “She’s pretty.” 

Your father chuckled softly, 

“Yes, she was.” 

“Daddy, did the empire take Mommy away?” 

“No, a bad man took her away.” 

That was all you knew of her. He didn’t even tell you her name. You found out who she was a few months prior to meeting Din. Satine Kyrze Dutchess of Mandalore. She ruled with peace and pacifism. And she was murdered by a sith named Darth Maul. 

You sighed pushing the thoughts of the mother you never knew to the back of your mind. Then you felt it. Felt the brush of the force. Something had been calling to you for a couple of weeks now. In that time Din had been gone for a solid week. He’d taken a few odd jobs to get some credits. He’d been more sentimental lately when he left you. You knew he worried about when he was gone. Since Grogu left he’d been more protective. Of course, he had to be, he promised to marry you. 

Currently, you were on Tatooine. The planet where you’d grown up. Where you and Luke Skywalker had met. You of course knew of him growing up. Your father worried about him constantly. Something you didn’t understand until you were older. 

Peli and her team of droids had been working on getting a new ship for Din. She’d somehow gotten her hands on a Nabooian N-1 Starfighter. You knew it was a fast ship, but you knew Din would have issues with it nonetheless, especially since it was a one-seater. You were going to have to stay behind more often. Or maybe you’d follow the force. 

All of a sudden you heard blaster shots. Peli must have been taking care of a pest again. You went out to investigate. 

“Come out come out wherever you are,” Peli said. 

She was investigating behind a box. She looked out at the droids noticing your presence. When suddenly she was dragged down to the ground.

“Oh, it’s got me! It’s chewing!” yelled Peli. 

You moved forward blaster in hand. But before you could shoot at it a blast hit directly. Your head whipped in the direction the blast had come from. Shiny armor met your vision. Din. You dropped your blaster and bolted over to Din. His arms opened wide for you. You ran straight into them. He lifted you off the ground. Leaning his forehead against yours for a kedblade kiss. 

“What an entrance,” said Peli, “ BD you good? Oh, good. Oh, boy.” 

“You alright Peli?” you asked. Breaking apart from you Mandalorian. 

“Fine, fine,” she said, “Look everyone it's Mando!” 

All the droids began leaving, knowing how Din felt about droids. A small giggle escaped you. 

“So, besides Y/n what do I owe the pleasure? I almost thought you were going to leave Y/n here.” 

“I got your message,” he said. 

“Message, what message?” asked Peli.

“You said you found me a replacement for the Razor Crest.”

Peli looked confused for a moment before answering, 

“Yeah, that’s right. That’s what I said. That’s what I do. I’ve been working my butt off. Did you bring the cash?” 

“It’s right here.” He placed them in Peli’s outstretched hand. 

After giving some orders to the droids Peli began leading the way to the ship. Din interlocked your hands squeezing tightly. She led you to shed where she’d been keeping the ship. 

“Ready to have your mind blown?” 

She pulled off the tarp. Revealing the not finished Nabooian Starfighter. 

“Where’s the Razor Crest?” 

“I never said I had a Razor Crest. I said I had a replacement for the Razor Crest.”

“We don’t have time for this,” Din said reaching for your hand again turning out to leave. 

“Hang on a second,” said Peli

“Din, just hear her out,” you whispered. 

“Do you have any idea what this is?” Peli asked. 

She continued to explain that N-1 Starfighter was made personally for the royal guard of Naboo by the Queen. After saying she’d give Din his money back she began to persuade, one of the things Peli did best. You felt that brush again. 

“At least let me put it together before you make up your mind.” 

That’s how you and Din ended up working on the ship together. It took awhile but she was finally done. Din took it for a test drive. Peli looked over at you.

“I guess the only thing I didn’t think about was you when picking out a ship for him.”

“It’s alright. I think I’ll have to go away for a little bit.”

“Why’s that?” 

“Something in the force is calling to me.” 

“The force?”

“Yeah.”

“He won’t take that well.” 

You sighed she was right. Din loved you more than anything and hated leaving you. You were all he had left. You went to pack up some of your things. You heard Peli talking to someone. You ignored it probably some customer. You heard the starfighter land. A sigh escaped you, it was now or never. You emerged from your room just as Peli said, 

“Oh, by the way, an old friend of yours dropped by, said she was looking for you.” 

“A friend of mine?” 

“ We don’t have very many friends,” you said. Your bag was slung over your shoulder. 

“Don’t worry. I told you I didn’t know where you were. Then I locked her out and engaged the hangar secruity system.” 

“She tell you her name?” asked Din.

“Fennec Shand.” 

Peli shrieked out of alarm. Scolding one of her droids she walked out of the hangar. You looked at Fennec who leaped down. 

“By any chance are you two looking for work?” she asked. 

“Could be,” said Din 

“The pay is good.” 

“What’s the bounty. We need muscle and a Jedi would be handy.” 

“Boba Fett.” 

“He would appreciate it.” 

Din looked at the credits then you and tossed them back to Fennec. 

“Tell him it’s on the house.” 

“But first we have to pay a visit to a little friend,” said Din. 

Din looked at you weaving your hands together. You pulled him away from prying ears. This wasn’t going to be easy. Once out of anyone’s earshot Din wrapped his arms around you bringing you in for another kedblade kiss. 

“Din I have to tell you something.” 

“Mesh’la it can wait when we leave.” “That’s the thing, I can’t come with you.”

“What? Cyar’ka if it’s because of Luke––”

“No, there’s something I have to take care of.” 

“What Cyare? 

“Something is calling out to me through the force.” 

“Cyare I don’t want to lose you, you’re all I have left.” 

“I’ll be alright.” 

“Where will you go?” 

“Something or someone on Chandrila.” 

“Cyar’ka I’m coming with you. “No, you help Fett. I have to do this alone. Besides,” you sigh, “I’ll take my saber with me.” 

Din looked aorund and reached his hands up to remove his helmet. Brown eyes met your eyes. Worry swirled in them. He didn’t like the idea of splitting up. He couldn’t protect you that way. He pulled something out of his utility belt. A commlink. 

“You call me if anything, and I mean anything goes wrong.” 

You wrapped your hand around the commlink threading your other hand in his hair,

“Okay.” 

He leaned his forehead against yours. Slowly he leaned forward capturing your lips with his. It was a soft, but needy kiss. You broke the kiss first looking at Din’s closed eyes. 

“I love you Din.” 

“And I, you Mesh’la.” 

“Say hit to Grogu for me.” 

“I will.” 

“Goodbye Din. I’ll come back to you I feel it in the force.” 

“Ret’urcye mhi ner kar’ta” (Goodbye my heart) 

You pulled yourself away and walked out of Peli’s shop. You didn’t turn back, you couldn’t. You’d run right back to him if you did. You found yourself on public transport. Your saber was hidden well in your bag. You looked out the window. A part of you knew where to start. Ossus. You were going to find Luke.

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Star Wars Clones but instead of Boba Fett they used genetic materials of random Jedi. Since force sensitivity is at least a bit more likely if the "parents" are force sensitive, at a quarter half of the clones can use their force.

But all of them are in-between light and dark side when Obi-Wan finds them on Kamino.

And since they're a lot stronger than Sidious ever dared hoping for, he decided that he can take more risks to overtake the Galaxy even faster.

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