#Aliit ori'shya tal'din

[morganwrites-starwars]

Vod bal aliit pt. 1

Summary:  Luke Vader was an enigma that Leia was determined to solve. He was also apparently her brother. Which was... Well, it was something Leia hadn't been ready for.

A/N: Another side story for 'I stand here right before you'. It might make sense if you haven't read that- I don't really know.

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           Leia hated Empire Day. There were no ifs ands or buts about it. She hated spending her birthday surrounded by stuck-up senators, Moffs, and their kids with over-inflated egos. Leia decidedly preferred the way they celebrated every year before this one when she got to spend her birthday at home on Alderaan. While publicly, their family still celebrated Empire Day- appearances and all that- privately, mother and father had always thrown her a party. There was cake and presents and the overwhelming feeling of being loved and cared for unconditionally.

           There were no such things at the party on Imperial Center. Instead of warm hugs, Leia was stuck curtseying at every person she met, her cheeks aching from her plastered smile. Leia couldn’t decide what she disliked more- the obvious shared disdain from her age-mates or the creepy pedophile vibes she got from the adults. If she had to listen to one more person tell her she was looking to be a beautiful woman when she was fully grown, she was going to…

           Do nothing. But she was definitely going to imagine decking them.

           And the worst thing of all was the Emperor. The best way to describe how he made Leia feel was slimy. His grandfatherly façade was ill-fitting with his hidden face and croaking voice. Her father said that it had fit better during the Clone Wars. It was hard to imagine.

           Leia smiled politely at the Emperor, pushing all her negative thoughts behind the shield that Fulcrum had helped her build some time ago. Fortunately, the Emperor played her little mind beyond asking her how she was enjoying her day. Too young to be of interest, too old to stay at home.

           Leia was not included in any of the conversations between the senators and the Emperor. Still, she avidly listened, taking mental notes on what was being said (or, more importantly, what wasn’t being said). Pretending to have only polite interest in the conversation was the hardest thing she’d done all day. Leia wasn’t sure if she was looking forward to the day when they’d include her in the conversation or not.

           The Emperor summoned a servant and muttered an inaudible request. The servant nodded and slipped into the crowd. Maybe a minute later, the servant appeared, the Imperial Prince following behind him.

           Father had told her this was also Luke Vader’s first official Empire Day appearance. Luke and Leia were the same age, so her father had her learn about the prince since a conversation between them was bound to happen. Leia could afford to go into most conversations with her agemates blind, but if she insulted the Imperial Prince…

           But her father had given her a different reasoning, his words vague and severe. Her father only ever spoke like that when the Alliance was involved. Apparently, she was also old enough to be involved with Rebellion's plans.

           So Leia would make friendly with Prince Luke, learn more about him, and hope that whatever plans were in the works were successful.

           “And this is my daughter, Princess Leia,” her father introduced.

           Leia curtsied. “It’s a pleasure to make your acquaintance, your highness.”

           Prince Luke gave a short bow. “And I, yours.”

           The Emperor set one of his hands on Prince Luke’s shoulder when he straightened. Leia internally shivered at the thought of the Emperor touching her.

           “Perhaps the two of you would prefer to get acquainted elsewhere? Get away from us old folks for a bit?” her father asked, prompting the other senators to chuckle.

           Prince Luke looked at the Emperor and, when he received permission, stepped towards Leia with his arm extended. Leia rested her hand in the crook of the prince’s elbow, and the two walked away. The prince felt as tense as Leia was. Prince Luke led her to the side of the room, closer to the Purge Trooper- the person that the Rebel’s plans were centered around- that was stationed at the wall. Leia suppressed a shiver at the expressionless black and red helmet. Leia had no idea how the prince dealt with it constantly.

           Leia didn’t say anything, as it was proper to let the person of a higher standing start the conversation. Prince Luke glanced over at the Purge Trooper in a movement Leia would have missed if she hadn’t observed the prince’s face intently. He had the same polite façade with barely hidden boredom that Leia knew was reflected on her face.

           Leia wouldn’t say she had high hopes for their conversation, but she figured it’d be better than most of the ones she’d had today. Despite being the Imperial Prince, Prince Luke was not a very public figure yet. But what information Leia could glean about his personality (at least his public one) showed that he seemed to be a nice enough person.

           After a few moments, Luke spoke. “So Princess, is this your first Empire Day on Coruscant?”

            “Yes, this year, my father deemed me old enough to attend. He worried I would get lost if I was younger.” Among other things that Leia couldn’t say.

           Luke nodded in understanding, but he clearly didn’t know how to consider the conversation. Leia imagined it was because he didn’t spend much time around other people his age. It was definitely an acquired skill. After another moment of silence, he asked, “What is Alderaan like?”

           Leia smiled at the unexpected question. She was half expecting the prince to talk about himself, a common trait many people Leia spoke to all had. Leia was more than happy to speak about Alderaan. “Oh, it’s beautiful! I’ve always loved watching the sun setting under the mountains around the palace! My favorite place is by far the Cloudshape Falls. The water’s spray makes it look as if there is a cloud resting at its base.”

           Mother and Father tried to take her there at least once a year, no matter how busy they were. Some of Leia’s first memories were of feeling the water on her face and the feeling of amazement.

           “That sounds wonderful,” Prince Luke said, and Leia was surprised to hear how genuine he sounded. He seemed very interested in what Leia had to say about Alderaan.

           But no matter how much Leia could go on about Alderaan, it was not polite. So, instead, she said, “Oh, yes, it is. How about you, your grace?”

           “Please, call me Luke,” Prince Luke, or just Luke, said. That was not something Leia was expecting. Leia considered him, assessing to see if this was some type of test. But, again, to Leia’s surprise, he seemed genuine.

           Leia decided to go with it, as it was always better to follow the lead of a person of higher standing. “Alright, Luke. Only if you will call me Leia.”

           Luke smiled, the most genuine one he’d given so far. Leia was very confused by him. “Agreed. Now, what was your question?”

           “What is your home like?” Leia asked again, now a bit more interested in his answer.

           “Ah,” Luke hesitated. Curiously, his eyes glanced over to the Purge Trooper by the wall. Now, what could that be about? Luke was becoming more and more interesting by the second. “Well, when I’m not on Coruscant, I am on my father’s starship. I love looking at the stars when we’re not in hyperspace.” Luke smiled a little awkwardly. “There’s not really sunsets in space. But they’re nice on Coruscant.”

           Leia pursed her lips. That sounded horrible, spending your life almost always trapped on a ship surrounded by the blank faces of the stormtroopers and other Imperials. Frankly, it sounded like Leia’s own personal hell. But Luke seemed unbothered by it. “That sounds a bit lonely if you don’t mind me saying so.”

           Luke shrugged a little sheepishly. “It wasn’t so bad. I like traveling to different planets. And I have Cody.” Luke gestured to the Purge Trooper. Leia looked over at the Purge Trooper, Cody apparently, and he gave her a slight nod in recognition. Leia returned the nod with a polite smile on instinct. The mystery that was Luke was growing by the minute. Apparently, the Purge Trooper was more than just a bodyguard. Luke showed no dislike or disdain for the Purge Trooper lingering over his shoulder. Leia supposed that Cody would have to be a decent person for the Rebellion to want to help him. He was still intimidating. “He keeps me safe from threats and from boredom.”

           “That’s good. Everyone deserves a friend,” was all Leia could think to say. Or least, it was the only polite thing she could think of. Because how lonely life must be, to only have one person keep you company? Even Leia, who was generally separated from most of the populace by the nature of her status, had multiple people she considered friends. And they all had different roles in her life, the guards in the palace playing just one position. A friendly one, for sure, but not as friends.

           Luke nodded. He didn’t notice what was wrong with everything about his situation. “Yeah. He’s been taking care of me since I came to live with my father.”

           Leia cocked her head in curiosity. Ok, there was a lot to unpack there. Leia was not surprised that Lord Vader was a bad father. But that also added the factor that Luke would not let Cody go quietly. Leia figured that was where she factored in. A distraction, perhaps. Leia really hated being left out of the bigger plan.

“Do you mind if I ask if you lived somewhere else?”

           The question broke basically every rule about speaking to royalty that Leia had ever been taught. But, if she didn’t ask it, she was liable to keep pushing about Luke’s current living situation. And that was more likely to lead to Luke being offended. And father had also tasked her with gathering more information on Luke, so Leia figured she could be forgiven for the lack of decorum.

           Luke looked around nervously, his shoulders tensing. Leia quickly prepared to backtrack, Luke’s response startling Leia. She hadn’t expected that strong of an adverse reaction from her question. But before Leia could apologize and redirect, Luke’s shoulders relaxed, saying, “I lived on Tatooine until I was four with my aunt and uncle.”

           “Oh,” Leia said, caught off guard, both by the fact that he responded and the actual response itself. Tatooine was, well, Leia didn’t know much about the Outer Rim desert planet. Just that people didn’t tend to enjoy going there and that slavery was still rampant there.

           Luke chuckled, seemingly agreeing with her unsaid thoughts about Tatooine. “Yeah. I don’t remember a lot about it. Just that it was a lot of sand. Like a lot.”

           They both laughed. Leia commented. “Sand is nice. On the beach.”

           “Sometimes I think I can still feel sand all over,” Luke faked a shiver. Leia was surprised by her own enjoyment. Leia hadn’t gone into this party with any expectation of enjoying herself.

           Before their conversation could continue, someone started yelling. Leia tensed, her heart beating in her ears. Not out of fear but out of understanding that the Alliance’s plan was beginning. Ok, so it was a bit of fear, but not for her safety. Luke shifted towards her, both of them staring at the balcony. The Purge Trooper, Cody- Leia really needed to start referring to him with his name lest she accidentally just call him ‘the purge trooper’- reached them, blaster pulled out.

           The lights turned off, and the room shook. Leia could smell the smoke and again really wished her father had told her more of the plan.

           Leia would never admit it, but she jumped when Cody placed a hand on her shoulder and pulled her and Luke closer to him, his armor digging into her side uncomfortably. At least she wasn’t going to have to fight to stay with Luke. It wouldn’t have been easy to follow a fully trained Purge Trooper quietly. Leia would get an easy way to keep her eye on Luke and see the Rebellion’s plan in action.

           Cody dropped his hand from her shoulder, much to Leia’s relief. They didn’t move for a moment, and Leia listened to the sound of yelling and people rushing around her. Occasionally she felt fabric brush her arm, and people tried to run away. Leia was actually glad she was kept close to the larger Purge Trooper. She would have easily gotten turned around in the dark otherwise.  

           Cody began to steer Luke and Leia towards the side of the ballroom, and Leia recalled the blueprint she had seen. He seemed to be taking them to a side exit. He ushered them into the tight, dimly lit hallway. Luke shuffled closer to Leia, their shoulders brushing, and Cody closed and locked the door. And, in a move that Leia both understood and felt was a little much, he shot the lock with his blaster.

           “Where are we going?” Leia asked quietly as Cody began to move them down the hallway. He stayed behind them until they reached a corner.

           “To safety,” Cody replied shortly, stepping in front of Luke and Leia. Cody lifted his blaster up and paused. Leia strained to hear anything. Cody didn’t seem to hear anything as well, as he quickly turned the corner, blaster up. Cody deemed it safe and gestured for Luke and Leia to continue following him.

           They continued in a similar fashion, hurrying along the narrow hallways before coming to quick stops. Leia had to walk faster than Luke and Cody since she was shorter than both of them. At least Cody saved her the humiliation of pulling her along or just picking her up. Leia would probably punch him if he did. It would hurt her more than him, but it would be a gut response.

           The silence was tense. Luke was exchanging concerned glances with her, both of them trying and failing to communicate their worries with hand signals. Clearly, they had been taught different types of non-verbal communication. Given a chance, Leia would quiz him on what the hell his signs were supposed to mean. Because, for the life of her, she couldn’t figure out what the tapping of Luke’s fists together was supposed to mean. At least Luke seemed equally confused at her attempts to ask about where they were heading.

           Eventually, they reached a door, Leia having been lost for the last few minutes. Cody paused to listen before opening the door, positioning his body to block Luke and Leia from view. Cody stepped into the hallway, but Luke placed a hand on her shoulder to keep Leia in place. They followed into the hallway at Cody’s gesture, the waving of his hand making sense to Leia. Maybe Luke was just really bad at hand signals.

           They were in a lavishly decorated hallway. Across the hall was an unassuming door, but it was apparently where they were going. Probably the rooms Luke stayed in when he was on the Imperial Center.

           Luke opened the door at Cody’s request, Leia sandwiched between him and Cody. Once the door opened, Cody stepped forward, aiming his blaster at the door. Leia followed at the back of their group as they crept in. The cautiousness was seeping into paranoia, in Leia’s opinion. But she supposed when you’re at the heart of the Empire, you can never be too careful.

           “Stay here,” Cody told them. He went towards a hallway at the other end of the room.

           Leia was examining the room. It was sparsely decorated, which made sense since Luke said he spent most of his time in space. There was a jacket thrown over the couch and datapads lying on the table in front of it.

           Luke was tense next to her. He was frowning, biting his bottom lip, and looking around.

            “Luke, what’s wrong?” Leia asked.

           “I’m not sure,” Luke said, sounding strained. “Something feels… weird.”

           Leia was confused, but she remembered that Luke was Force-sensitive, so maybe he could tell that the Alliance’s plan was about to reach a climax.

           “A bad weird?” Leia asked, hoping that she could distract Luke enough that he didn’t disrupt the plan was.

           Luke shrugged, but there was a knock on the door before he could say anything. Leia flinched back on instinct. Luke pushed Leia behind him, further away from the door, and held his hand out. Leia watched in amazement as a metal tube- a lightsaber!- flew into Luke’s grasp. Luke held the lightsaber in front of him, pointing at the door.

           “Cody!” Luke called out. Cody quickly appeared from the hallway, his blaster already in his hand.

           There was another knock before anyone said anything else, followed by a whisper, “Luke? Cody? Are you there? It’s Ossea.”

           Oh, that was good. Ossea was the agent tasked with getting close and gathering information on Cody. If she is here, then the plan must be going well.

           Cody turned on the small video screen to the side of the door. The screen showed a birds-eye view of the empty hallway. Ossea was leaning close to the door.

           Luke moved forward and cut off Cody, opening the door for Ossea to slip in before locking it behind her.

           Leia was sort of shocked by Luke’s easy trust. Really, regardless if he trusted Ossea, he is on lockdown. Well, at least it made Leia’s job easier since she didn’t have to convince Luke to let Ossea in so she could do whatever Ossea needed to do.

           Ossea hugged Luke and shot a small smile at Leia, which Leia returned. Cody seemed to be quietly seething.

           “I was so worried. When the attack happened, I was in my workshop and heard them coming closer. This was the safest place I could think of,” Ossea said, smoothing a hand over Luke’s hair before pulling away from their hug. She looked at Cody and opened her mouth to say something else. Before she could, Cody stalked away, back to the hallway.

           Yeah, he was pissed.

           Leia only felt a little bad about her amusement.

           “What’s wrong with Cody?” Ossea asked Luke.

           “Oh, he’s just like that sometimes. I call it his battle mode,” Luke told her.

“Battle-mode, huh?” Ossea asked with a slightly teasing tone. Leia was confused at the weird term, and her pity for Luke came back 10-fold.

           “Yeah, he gets very focused if he thinks I’m in danger,” Luke said while shrugging his shoulder nonchalantly. He seemed a little uncomfortable with the topic, so Leia tried to look reassuring and non-judgmental. She wasn’t judging Luke (or Cody, she supposed); she was judging Vader and the Empire. “He did it more when I was younger and couldn’t protect myself at all.”

           Ossea hummed in understanding, but Leia couldn’t stop her slight frown because that had some implications that Leia wasn’t a fan of.

           “He is a good man. He cares very much for you,” Ossea said, smiling softly. “I’ll go see what his plans are.”

           Ossea walked towards the hallway that Cody had gone into. Leia quickly took a deep breath, adrenaline being to pump full force in her veins. It was time. Luke looked lost in thought, and Leia wanted to distract him so Ossea could do what she needed to. And she wanted answers to her questions.

           “When did you learn to protect yourself?” Leia asked, and she hoped it was more recently. Leia had started learning self-defense maybe 2 years ago. Before then, she was taught evasive techniques. She was fortunate enough to have never been attacked- her family being well-loved on Alderaan.

           Luke thought about the answer for a moment. “I guess I started training formally when I was eight, after I met the Emperor for the first time. But I didn’t get my lightsaber until I was 10.”

           That was the answer Leia was afraid of. Because no 10 year old needs a lightsaber. No 8-year-old’s safety should be so compromised that he had learned to fight before he was even close to puberty.

Before Leia could ask him more questions, Luke ran to the hallway where Ossea and Cody were. Leia let out a confused noise and quickly followed after him, struggling to keep up. She didn’t want Luke to react violently and hurt Ossea. That would definitely derail everything.

           Luke came to a running stop outside a door, Leia barely stopping herself from running into his back. Leia peaked around Luke and saw Ossea was kneeling next to Cody’s body, holding Cody’s blaster. Leia’s heart jumped into her throat, but she reassured herself that Ossea hadn’t shot Cody. There hadn’t been a noise of the blaster going off, and there was no smoke coming from the blaster or from Cody. And there was no way the Rebellion was planning to kill Cody if they were trying to get Luke’s trust (at least that was Leia’s current conclusion of her purpose). Leia didn’t understand Luke’s attachment to Cody, but she knew that killing Cody was cruel and unnecessary. And it would like cause Luke to go on some rampage. And Leia reasoned her father would never put her in that kind of potential danger.

           “Buir!” Luke cried. Leia took note of the unfamiliar word for later. Luke turned on his lightsaber, and Leia had to stop herself from gasping at that gold-orange blade that emerged. Leia had only seen Fulcrum’s lightsaber once during their few months together. Leia had begged and begged, and on their last day together, Fulcrum had turned on one of her white sabers. Leia had felt the same amazement as a 7-year-old as she does now. Lightsabers were amazing, their humming setting off a warm feeling in her chest.

           Ossea didn’t look scared as she gently set down the blaster. Luke demanded, “What did you do?”

Ossea slowly rose from her crouch and held her hands out in the traditional ‘I surrender’ pose.

           “It’s ok,” Ossea said in a soothing voice. Leia had a feeling that it was as much for Luke as it was for Leia. Ossea seemed to have noticed Leia’s frantic looks at Cody. Ossea took a small step further, but Luke just held his saber high and stepped back. Luke reached a hand back towards Leia, and Leia brushed her hand against his, hoping it was reassuring.

“Cody is ok. He’s just unconscious,” Ossea told Luke.

            “Why? What are you doing?” Luke demanded.

           Ossea sighed. “I’m with the Rebellion.” Ok, so apparently, they’re just being honest. Good to know. Luke tensed, and Leia heard a small creak as Luke tightened his grip on his lightsaber. “I want to help you and Cody.”

           “By knocking him out?” Luke scoffed, shifting nervously. Yeah, Leia also was curious about that. Couldn’t there have been a way to reason with Cody? ‘Like, hey, we want to help save you and Luke, so come with us.’ That would've probably worked if Cody was as attached to Luke as Luke was to him.

“He wouldn’t be able to listen to my reasoning due to his ‘battle mode,’” Ossea explained, checking her watch. “He has a chip in his head.”

           Ok. So that was a thing that Leia thinks she vaguely remembers hearing about once. Leia had met many clone troopers, and a quick glance at Cody’s exposed face confirmed that he was a clone. They all had a haunted look in their eyes, twitching at any type of orders. Rex had tried to explain it to her one time, but Leia asked him to stop when his eyes began to glaze over as he recounted his fight against his orders to shoot Fulcrum.

           Leia suddenly felt more sympathy for Cody.

           “I know that,” Luke told Ossea, much to Leia’s surprise. Leia wouldn’t have guessed that Luke would’ve been ok with someone he cared about being mind-controlled. As far as Leia could tell, he just didn’t seem like that kind of person. Anger began to rise in Leia as she considered that maybe she was wrong about Luke. “What’s it got to do with anything?”

           Ossea sighed. “It’s a control chip- Cody’s ‘battle-mode’ isn’t Cody. It’s a soldier with no feelings, only dedicated to the Empire. It makes him a human droid.”

           Oh. Oh, poor Luke. Leia could see him tensing at that information. Leia felt her minor rage at Luke quickly dissipate. Luke’s hands dropped, no longer pointing his lightsaber directly at Ossea. Leia took a tiny step towards Luke and brushed her hand against his again, hoping to offer a modicum of comfort.

           “We can help him,” Ossea spoke. Luke raised his saber up again. “We’ve figured out a way to get it out- to free him.”

           “And ‘we’ is the Rebellion?” Luke softly, sounding tired yet hopeful. Leia could see Ossea’s face soften when she heard Luke’s tone. He sounded so young, and Leia was suddenly reminded that she and Luke were the same age.

           “Yes,” Ossea answered, just as soft. Luke’s tension left him, and he turned his lightsaber off. Luke curled in on himself slightly. Leia hated feeling so helpless.

           “You’ll help buir? You won’t hurt him?” Luke asked, all suspicion gone from his tone. He didn’t sound like a prince, a strong force user, or any other titles forced upon him. He sounded like a child scared for their parent’s safety. Maybe that was what buir meant.

Ossea nodded, and Luke took a deep breath, straightening his posture, falling back into a proper mask. Luke nodded and clipped his lightsaber to his belt. “OK. You can take him and help him. I will cover you so you may get away.”

            “No!” Leia exclaimed, pushed her way past Luke, and put her hands on her hips. There was no kriffing way that she was leaving Luke, her friend, alone in the Empire after everything she's learned. “You’re not leaving Luke here alone. My father would not allow that.”

           And Leia knew it was true. When Leia would tell him about Luke and Cody’s connection, one she still didn’t completely understand, and how kind Luke was (he had kept protecting her, even when he was distracted), father would immediately call for a vote for the Rebellion to save Luke. But they would probably say no because there was no doubt after this, the Empire’s security and Luke’s security would increase dramatically. So they needed to get him out now.

“Don’t worry, your highness,” Ossea assured Leia as she moved over to open the window in the room. “There was no intention of leaving Prince Luke here.”

           Leia released a breath as Ossea began to heft Cody up, but grunted under his weight. Good. Leia was considering just smuggling Luke out with her now, otherwise. Luke rushed forward to help Ossea carry Cody. They leaned him against the wall by the window. Leia stayed close by the door.

“Why were you planning on taking me?” Luke asked, worrying his bottom lip with his teeth, and Leia suppressed a scoff. Leia knew that sometimes mistreated and abused people didn’t realize they were being abused. That was probably the case with Luke, so Leia wouldn’t judge him.

           Ossea apparently seemed to agree with Leia’s thought if the look she shot at Luke was any indication. “Luke. This is not the place for a person to grow up. I am 100% confident Cody is the only reason you’re not, and pardon my language, a kriffing menace.”

           Luke didn’t respond, but he did look slightly sheepish. Good, at least he had some sense that his situation was shitty.

           A ship appeared outside the window, the boarding ramp extended. Corrine walked down the ramp carefully, nodded at Leia slightly when they made eye contact. Leia nodded back. Corrine and Ossea hefted Cody through the window, Luke watching with a lost look on his face. Leia wanted to hug him or something. His tooka eyes were so pitiful.

           When Cody was being dragged up the boarding ramp, Luke began to leave. But he stopped halfway out the window, looking at Leia with a frown.

            “Are you coming?”

           Leia shook her head but smiled slightly at his concern. “The rebels would have no reason to abduct me. I’ll go and try to cover for you before finding my father. Good luck.”

           Leia ran out of the room and paused in the living room. She heard a crash from the room, but there was no yelling, so she assumed it was fine. Leia knew she was on the clock now. Any minute, stormtroopers would be storming the room. Leia took a breath, apologized mentally to Luke for the mess she was going to make, and began throwing pillows, knocking over tables or chairs, and generally creating an environment that indicated an abduction.

           When Leia was content with the state of the rooms, she found the refresher in the hallway and attached a mini-EMP that she had been hiding in her belt. She set the EMP to detonate and destroy the doorpad in 1 minute. She sent a signal to her father before dropping and crushing her comm. Leia stepped into the refresher, and the door slid close behind her. Leia waited to hear the EMP go off. She steeled herself and hit the door multiple times, wincing as her knuckles split when she punched the door once. Leia didn’t try to stop the tears that began to fall. Leia also sped up her breathing to induce a panicked state. She kicked the door a good few times. She was nothing if not thorough.

           She sniffed and wiped her nose, cringing at the feel of some snot on her skin. Leia fell to her knees in front of the door and waited, keeping her tears flowing. She listened carefully, and when she heard the stomping of feet, the tell-tale shuffle of stormtrooper armor, the harsh breathing of Darth Vader that sent a shiver up Leia’s spine. Leia double-checked her mental shields.

           “Help!” Leia yelled, slamming her hands against the door again. “Please, I’m trapped! Help!”

           Multiple people ran towards her. Leia knocked again on the door. “In the fresher! I’m in here!”

           “Hold on, your Highness,” someone told her from the other side of the door. “You! Go get-“

           Before the man could continue, the door creaked and began to crumple and fold in on itself like a piece of paper. Leia reeled back in shock, her panic becoming real. Leia fell onto her bottom, and the door, which no longer looked anything like a door, was dropped on the floor beside the doorframe.

           Darth Vader was looming in the door frame, his rasping breaths clearly unnerving everyone. In one of his hands, he had an unlit lightsaber. The sight of it brought terror, the exact opposite feeling seeing Luke’s lightsaber brought. His presence was suffocating, and Leia was frozen on the floor.

           “Where is my son?” Vader demanded.

           Leia released a shaky breath and managed to get to her feet. Leia clasped her hands in front of her to hide her trembling. “There was a woman- she apparently knew the Prince. She, Prince Luke, he let her in. And she, she knocked out the, uh, the trooper and locked me in here. I don’t- I don’t know what she did with Luke. I think I heard a ship-“

           Leia cut herself off with a shaky breath. Vader seemed satisfied with her response, and he stormed away. Leia ignored the twinge of irritation.

           “Assure the Princess’ health and return her to her father,” Vader commanded before he disappeared from sight.

           The command spurred the stormtroopers into action. They stepped back from the door, except for one with an orange pauldron. He stepped forward.

           “Captain Gess, your highness,” the captain introduced himself while saluting. Leia nodded in acknowledgment, and he returned to parade rest. “Are you alright, Princess?”

           Leia nodded, wiping off the tears that lingered on her face. “I am alright. I may need some bacta for my hands, however.”

           The captain nodded when Leia showed him her bloodied knuckles. “Understood. We will have a medic examine you while we wait for Senator Organa.”

           “Understood. Let us make our way there now. I imagine my father is worried,” Leia said, following the captain out of the fresher. Leia made it a point to subtly glance around the messy room with discomfort. She saw no sign of Vader in the rooms, but she could feel the stares of stormtroopers as they walked past.

           Leia held her head high as they traveled to a hastily set up triage center in the hallways and rooms surrounding the medical wing within the palace. Leia looked at the people occupying the cots as they passed. Many were covered in dust and blood. The aristocrats were disgruntled, huffing and puffing about being forced to wait for a medic to look over their minor scrapes and bruises. They did not care that there were people who were more injured- Leia spotted someone being carried past with red staining the side of their head. Leia everted her eyes, her stomach rolling with a combination of nerves, lingering adrenaline, and with the sight of so much blood.

           Despite her insistence that she could wait, Leia was led directly to a stretcher in the medical wing. It wasn’t a room, but the nurse who met them pulled curtains around the bed for privacy. Leia could see the captain walk away, but the other trooper that had walked her here stayed stationed outside.

           She assessed Leia’s hands, assuring her that Leia hadn’t appeared to have broken any bones. She gently wiped Leia’s knuckles with an alcohol pad and covered her knuckles in bacta patches. Leia had just informed the nurse- Saima she had introduced herself as- that she had kicked a door a few times when she heard her name being called.

           “Leia? Where is my daughter?”

           Leia perked up at the sound of her father. Someone clearly directed him towards her because in the next second, the curtain opened, and her father rushed in. He looked a bit disheveled and worried. There was still a light brushing of dust covering her father’s coat.

           “Leia!” father smiled when he spoke. He moved to the empty side of the bed, hands hovering over her, not wanting to touch her if she was hurt. Leia could see he was genuinely worried- likely, he had not expected any sort of injury to happen.

           “Princess Leia looks to be in perfect health, Senator,” Saima assured father. “She has only sustained minor abrasions to her hands, and I was just about to do a kick check of her feet.”

           “I was locked in a fresher and punched and kicked the door,” Leia said, acting sheepish.

           Her father looked at her with a fond and exasperated expression. “I am just glad those rebels left you unharmed. That is all I could ask for.”

           Leia grabbed one of her father’s hands and squeezed it. She smiled at her father’s answering squeeze as Saima quickly scanned her feet.

           “Some minor bruising, but no cracks or breaks,” Saima said as she began to clean up. “I would say you are as healthy as can be, Princess. However, you are welcome to wait for a medic to give a second opinion if you wish.”

           Leia had no interest in that as it was completely unnecessary. She could see the poorly hidden relief on Saima’s face when she said so.

           Saima left, pulling back the curtain behind her. The stormtrooper saluted Leia and her father when they moved toward him.

           “Senator, Princess, I am to escort you to your next location,” the trooper reported, holding the salute.

           Father rested a comforting hand on Leia’s shoulder and nodded at the trooper. Father began to gently steer them out of the medbay, the trooper following a step behind.

           “Very well. We will return to our ship and go back to Alderaan,” Father said as they exited the medbay at an increased pace. “I imagine my wife is worried sick about us at the moment. And you know what they say about worrying your wife…” father trailed off.

           “Uh, yes, sir,” the trooper agreed, clearly having no idea. “Do you need someone to gather your belongings?”

           Father waved his free hand. “No, my people have already begun to do so and will bring our things to our ship.”

           There was no more talking as they reached their ship. They were greeted by Captain Bymarin, who smiled and said, “I am relieved to see you both safe and unharmed.”

           The trooper saluted once more and was dismissed by Leia’s father. They followed Captain Bymarin up the ramp. He assured them that their bags would be there in a few more minutes and advised them to relax and get settled.

           Leia and her father parted ways just outside their respective rooms. Neither of them would say anything about what had happened beyond more assurances the other was alright. As long as they were on Imperial Center, not a word would be uttered about the Rebellion.

           Father hugged her tight and pressed a kiss to the top of her head. “I am so very proud of you, Leia. You were very brave today.”

           “Thank you,” Leia muttered in response before yawning. Father pulled back with a chuckle.

           “Go get some rest. Wouldn’t want your mother to think I’ve been keeping you up,” father nudged her towards her room. “We will speak more later.” With a final goodbye, Leia entered her room and felt every last bit of energy leave her as the door closed.

           She had half a mind to remove her shoes, belt, and jewelry before curling up under her comforter. She promised herself she would insist that she was able to see Luke again. She didn’t know why or how, but Luke had grown on her, and she was worried for him. He was alone, his guardian unconscious, surrounded by people who, at best, didn’t care much about him and, at worst, hated him.

           But in order to make a convincing argument, Leia needed rest. So she let herself fall asleep, listening to the faint noises of the ship and its inhabitants.

─── ･ ｡ﾟ☆: *.☽ .* :☆ﾟ. ───

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Masterlist 

#star wars #clone wars #leia and luke #leia organa #luke skywalker #imperial luke skywalker #bail organa #commander cody #cc 2224 #purge trooper cody #pov leia #emotional hurt/comfort #rebel alliance #fluff #sibling bonding #Aliit ori'shya tal'din

[solusmandalor]

It's been a little more than a week ever since they've left Tatooine, jumping from one planet to another, never truly standing still as Din didn't trust his luck enough to not get chased by the last remnants of Gideon's followers. The man was in New Republic custody – for now - and in the back of his mind he chastises himself for not having killed the man. Maybe then he'd have lost the immediate feeling of paranoia crawling up his back, tingling his neck wherever he went.

It's nothing new, the Way of the Mandalore, was a life that made you both hunter and prey – the words of the Armourer echoing in his mind each time. But it's what the man would have deserved. Paz said so. The Armourer said so. And maybe it would have been for the better, knowing Grogu was safe from his vile grasp.

His line of thought leads him back to Nevarro, to the old Imperial base they've managed to destroy. But the many tubes they've found, people's bodies, motionless and pale inside, scattered around the whole place, made him realise that there was more to it altogether. It wasn’t just another massacre caused by the Empire. They've experimented on these people and the distant memory of Gideon on the Cruiser mentioning that he's gotten what he wanted from the child, came abruptly back to him.

His blood, the man had said.

Whatever they were planning to do with the kid's blood, it was nothing good. It had to be because of his powers. Were they trying to rebuild the Order that way? Building an army of Force sensitives to obey their every command?

Din clenched his jaw at that horrifying thought, a dangerous future, and he was not afraid of the magic, but even he knew how powerful the little one was on its own. Seeing Skywalker crushing an entire group of Black Troopers with little but no effort made Din realise how big the gap between them was. How much and how hard he had struggled against just one of those black monstrosities. It made him realise how much harder he had to train now, how much more he had to be careful now with Grogu in tow, how much more he could lose-

And then there's the Darksaber. An ancient weapon of his people that had somehow managed to fall right into his unlucky hands. A haunted, dark, mysterious thing that wouldn't give him any rest. It sang a song of fallen warriors and slain enemies whenever he used it, his grip on the hilt unknowingly tightening as the blade would chant and chant its disturbing song. It was an echoing mantra, filled with memories and the tears, the blood and the pain of both enemy and ally, manifested into one solid black blade. Those voices found its way to him during the night, leaving him wide awake even when the kid was sleeping nearby and its quiet snores were usually enough to lull the Mandalorian into deep sleep. But he couldn't manage to sleep at peace, not as long as he carried this curse, this burden that he had unvoluntarily picked up on Gideon's cruiser. Bo-Katan wouldn't take it. Her anguished face of both jealousy and contempt was among the people he saw in his restless dreams, but she wouldn't even lift a finger to take it from him.

It's yours now, the Moff had said, accompanied with a malicious grin on his face. He didn't want it, didn't care nor crave for a position of leadership. Especially of his own lost people. 

He was no leader. No king. Not even Mandalorian.

And it was as if the child had felt his father's distress - and he probably did, Din mused, silently apologising to him in his mind - as Grogu watches him with worried eyes, his green, large ears turned downwards as he nudged his father's leg. The Mandalorian swallows, and there's a sudden feeling of tightness in his chest, undoubtedly trying to suppress all those surfacing feelings and fears as he gave a quiet, almost defeated sigh.

"C'mere, you little womp rat.", he mutters, relieved and glad in these kind of moments to wear the helmet, hiding the anxious look on his face, as he reaches down to grab the kid and secure him safely in his arms. "It's alright.", he manages to choke out then, voice strangely hoarse and Din's not sure which of them he's really trying to reassure. "I'm okay." And Grogu watches him with uncertainty gleaming in his eyes, likely having a hard time believing the man, even as he affectionately strokes with his thumbs those large ears. This was one of those things he still had to get used to – Ahsoka had mentioned something about Grogu sensing his feelings, his thoughts even – with or without the helmet on, Grogu would always know somehow. It was an entirely new way of communicating, an entirely new way to be seen.

And he supposes, there was nothing to hold him back to show his face to the kid anymore, after all, he was a Mandalorian no more. 

He was an apostate. Dar'manda. 

Shame and guilt coiled in his gut, reminding him of the times he was forced to remove the helmet. But it was for the kid, he tries to reason. It was for him. For Grogu. His foundling. His...

"Bwa?" It's another cooing sound that the child makes, head slightly tilted to the side as he raises both of his arms now. Din immediately tightens his hold on the little one, holding him up a little higher, a little closer to his helmet as those green, tiny claws cradle the sides of his helmet – his Beskar-covered cheeks. And even through the Beskar something like a fond warmth goes through him, and he's happy to share it with the child, happy to be with him at all. 

"Yeah." He smiles underneath his helmet, and it's not hard to miss in his voice too, even with a fully masked face. "You're right." He nods at last. "Let's get you something to eat."

art by abigail larson

#texts #writingsfakevz #( character study ) verd ori'shya beskar'gam. #*mine #( a clan of two ) aliit ori'shya tal'din.

[constellation-skirmishes]

aliit ori'shya tal'din

#kanan jarrus #sabine wren #ezra bridger #hera syndulla #star wars rebels #they are a family.... wagh..... #also yeah palestinian kanan is so real #give that man hairy forearms #star wars fanart #kanan and sabine's relationship can be something so personal #they r sooooo father & daughter it makes me sob in agony #just thinking abt kanan actually. thats al. #i just think that they all deserved everything :(((( #lukka's workshop

[voodoo-writer]

Found Family in Star Wars

What I really love about Star Wars is how much of the fandom is fully into the found family trope.

Like, lots of people may complain that Din and Grogu is the most generic trope that Disney could have gone for, but that’s how it always was. How a lot of the fandom truly sees Star Wars for.

Aliit ori'shya tal'din – «Family is more than blood».

The Vode. The biggest family you could have asked for. Thousands of overprotective for each other brothers, who are ready to make anything possible for each other. Waxer and Boil almost adopting Numa (yes please). The Bad Batch that are literally five older brothers taking care of one little sister.

True Mandalorians. Like Jaster Mereel, Kal Skirata, young Jango, Walon Wau, Mij Gilamar, Vhonte Tervho – all of them stay true to Resol'nare, be it an au with no Kamino or with it. You get 1 True Mandalorian within a radius of child in distress and now you have an angry buir ready to kill. It is literally in the marriage vows – We will raise warriors.

The Jedi Order. They have their flaws (who does not?) but they are one huge dysfunctional family. From Crèche masters, Knights, Masters, Guardians, Younglings and Padawans. They protect their own. You can say anything about «no attachment rule» but I feel like having an amazing lineage with lots of padawan-siblings, masters, uncle/aunt-masters, grandmasters that ground you must be an amazing feeling. We do know that the Jedi still fail their own in lots of ways, but like if there were no Sith and they were living not in the middle of the Republic imagine how more peaceful and truer to the code their lives would be?

The Corps. We don’t get a lot of information about them but I adore everyone who writes, shares headcanons, draws them. They are still Jedi, though they have different specializations. They give aged out younglings new purpose and they stay true to the Force. To be honest, since the Corps do not live on Coruscant I believe before 66 they were definitely even more attuned to the Force then the Order (cause again, one annoying Sheev)

The Ghost Crew. Do I even need to say anything? They are an amazing family that pulled through a lot of obstacles (and sadly losses). They all lost something even before getting together but staying together was their biggest strength.

The Opress brothers. Even though we did not get a lot of Feral in TCW we got enough of Maul and Savage. Even with all of the evilness and full sith-crazy mode they were brothers till the end. If it was not for Dooku and Sidious (and well mother Talzin and nightsisters) they would be still together and be strong.

The Original Skywalker/Solo family. Han’s and Luke’s brotherhood even before romance with Leia started. Leia and Luke bonding even before they knew they were blood family. Chewie protecting his family, even the Droids like C3PO and R2.

And the list goes on. I probably missed out on a lot of families so if you want to add some to the list – do reblog/comment!

 In the end I just want to say that even though a lot of people say that our fandom is one of the most toxic ones I still adore everyone who spends their time writing, drawing, doing cosplay – literally anything fandom related. Even if you don’t create and just read – supporting creators makes all of this worth it.

Please, continue creating more stories about any characters, any family, anything that you love in this fandom. There always will be people who will appreciate anything you do to help our fandom thrive.

#star wars #the bad batch #the clone wars #the vode #the jedi order #jedi #han solo #star wars original trilogy #the rebels #ghost crew #Jedi corps #the feelings of finding your found family they finally got me #thank you for coming to my TED talk #true mandalorians #the mandalorian #I hope someone is going to read my rant and think huh this is inspiring #I love you SW fandom <3

[theshireisburning-so-mordoritis]

DIN DJARIN MASTERLIST

ONESHOTS

Fire Meet Gasoline

You teach the Mandalorian how to dance.

Lean On Me

Din let's you know you don't have to face your demons alone anymore.

Aliit Ori'shya Tal'din

When you had joined forces with the Mandalorian the last thing you had wanted or expected was to gain a family.

Distracted 18+

Thinking of you instead of focusing on the hunt results in serious consequences for Din.

Like I See You

Din learns of your insecurities.

Things We Reveal In The Dark

You're a criminal and he is a bounty hunter - how else could this possibly end.

Ignite 18+

You ingest sex pollen on a hunt gone wrong, leading both you and Din to discover the lengths he'll go to keep you safe.

WORKS FROM CHALLENGES/COLLECTIONS:

Have Yourself A Merry Little Christmas (from 12 Days Of Christmas Songs)

You and Din exhange gifts that show just how much you mean to one another.

Is That A Challenge 18+ (from series one of Seven Nights Of Sin)

You challenge the Mandalorian to a duel and things heat up.

The One Thing That's Mine 18+ (from series two of Seven Nights Of Sin)

But then he finds himself going back, losing himself in you, the soft skin of your body against his unforgiving beskar. He returns once, twice, countless more times. And each time it gets a little harder to leave at the end. 

It Feels Like Love 18 + (from series three of Seven Nights Of Sin)

It’s a little ridiculous. He feels ridiculous. Your his friend, his partner, and okay maybe they were fucking but that’s all it had ever been. He doesn't know how to deal with those types of feelings.

#din djarin x reader #din djarin x you #din djarin #the mandalorian x reader #the mandalorian x you #the mandalorian #the mandalorian imagine #the mandalorian fanfic #din djarin imagine #din djarin fanfiction

[imarvelatthestars]

Clone Trooper & Fett(s) Masterlist

Updated March 17, 2024

By Theme:

Clone x Reader 2023 Bingo

2024 Clone Bingo Event

The Clone Comm Program

Halloween 🎃

Life Day ❄️

By Clone:

99

Wild, Uncharted Waters | Things come easy with 99. He makes you smile until your cheeks hurt and laugh until you're lightheaded. You find a kindred spirit. You hope he has too. | oneshot

Boba Fett

Aliit Ori'shya Tal'din | Much has changed since you left your smoldering village on the back of Boba's bantha. But he has not. He has remained. | ongoing series, on hold a collage for the Tusken!Reader/OC Be With Me | Something about the way you say his name always makes him smile, which only makes you want to say it again so he'll keep smiling and never stop. | drabble Enjoying the View | "Come now, princess. It's not every day I get to fuck someone as pretty as you." | drabble Mesh'la | You have to know if the life you've built with him is able to be pulled out from under you, no matter the fact that you know Boba and you know he is loyal, you know he is honorable, you know in some corner of your heart that he would never abandon you. But you know he is also a man. And men are fickle. | oneshot On Display (ft. Fennec) | "You're doing so well, kitten," she coos and you whimper in response. "Look so pretty for your Daimyo." | drabble Safe | He eyes the tear streaks on your skin and feels something rumble to life in his chest. You never had to ask. | drabble Seeing Double | Djarin's a lucky man. But Boba's luckier. He has you. | oneshot, ft. Din x OC Tell Me | The helmet tilts to one side so slightly that anyone else may not have noticed, but you know him. You notice. You always notice. | oneshot Thank You, Mr. Daimyo | "And what are we going t' do with you, hm? A teacher who teaches. I've never heard of such a thing." | oneshot Verd'ika | And as you start crying, you hear the softest voice you think anyone in the galaxy has ever heard from the legendary Boba Fett. "I would never lay a hand on you," and he sounds utterly wrecked. | oneshot

Cody

fly away with me | this time there is only the empire and the stormtrooper, and the empty space in your heart where cody used to lie. | drabble

Crosshair

Broken | I'm here, you tell him in the only way you can. He doesn't like words in the same way you don't like endings - they hurt too much. | drabble Shameless | Crosshair smirks. The end of his toothpick twitches. "What's the matter? You can dish it, but you can't take it?" | drabble I'm Just A Fool, A Fool In Love With You (ft. Wrecker) | It's nothing special - you're nothing special, yet when you tilt your head up to look at him, Crosshair can feel something wind up in the pit of his stomach. | drabble; onesided Crosshair x Reader

Echo

Ner Kar'ta | And as Echo tilts his head back to look at you properly, his eyes go big and soft and it grips you by the heart like he always has, ever since the first day you met him. | oneshot Where I Fit | Three years isn’t a terribly long time, but it’s long enough in love. Long enough to fall for Riyo, and long enough to learn that the man she loves, the clone, is one of the best men you've ever known. | oneshot (ft. Riyo Chuchi)

Emerie Karr

Blood Runs Red | But clones cannot afford secrets, not when their price is too high to pay. | drabble Secret Desires | When the other clones dream, she knows they dream of living in a galaxy without war. But when she dreams, she dreams of being a soldier. | drabble στοργή - storge | Her place is with the Empire. She has nowhere else to go, nothing else to do with the shadow of a life she leads. | drabble; character study, no reader

Hound

Fireworks | It’s one thing to be given a citation for having a massiff off-leash. You can understand that, even if it sucks. But to basically be insulted in your own home? That’s an entirely different story. | oneshot

Jango Fett

Just A Man | A warrior who abandoned his people and found himself lost in time. The monster that stalks the town at night, leaving blood and death in his wake. Django Fetu has lost himself. He finds his salvation in Sleepy Hollow. | series

Jesse

star-burned | For the first time in a very long time, you wake up and Jesse is there. No more deployments, no more long-distance calls and patchy video messages. | modern oneshot

Mayday

Alive | Mayday falls asleep with his head lolled gently in your direction, his metal fingers tangled in your hair, and his heart softly beating out the cadence of your name. | drabble

Sister (Queen's Hope + Brotherhood)

Cyare | She makes for a fierce and brave soldier, you're sure, but it's clear she's nervous, perhaps as nervous as you would be if you'd ever managed the courage to ask her out first. | oneshot She Walks in Starlight | A breeze comes drifting through the leaves then and as it stirs her hair, Sister finds herself regretting just one last thing. She wishes she could have seen you again. | oneshot (unofficial sequel to Cyare) when you are young they assume you know nothing | She can clear a platoon of droids no problem, but it’s going out to a bar in civvy clones that makes her nervous. Go figure. | miniseries, ft. Lunae Minx and Riyo Chuchi, no reader

Tai (Daiyu Veteran)

The Tai Saga (this is where it all started!) everything below is unrelated to the saga & are separate stories: A Little More Alive | "I know several tongues, but I don't know yours. Don't even know your name." He smiles, Tai smiles, and scratches at your shoulder. "Don't suppose you'd ever tell me, would you?" All Work, Some Play | This is all because you're greedy, the kind that leaves you satisfied in bed, on the couch, on the table, anywhere he's willing to satisfy you, and you'd thought he would satisfy you again this time, but he put his foot down. | oneshot For The Heart | He wants the things he's heard whispers of over the years. What Bly and Secura have - someone who loves him not as a brother, but as something more. | matchmaking AU

Tech

An Arranged Technicality | But then he looks at Rose, the strong angle of her nose, the eyes he has seen sparkle with wit, the tongue hidden behind her lips that knows the intricacies of as many languages as he, the hands that have carried axes and made bullets and translated messages of peace, and he thinks that maybe, just maybe, she's quite nice to look at. | gold rush!au drabble

Waxer

headcanons

Wrecker

Appetite | "Don't know why I want ya so bad. 's like I'll die if I can't have ya." He fists two halves of your bottoms and pulls, and your clothes rip right down the middle. | oneshot Curtain Call | Good, you think, let them talk. Maybe they'll choke on their tongues when they realize the star of the show just had hers down a clone's throat. | oneshot Don't Go Where I Can't Follow | The life of a clone is the life of a soldier. It's full of violence and blood and death, and there's not much hope. That's why he tries so hard. | oneshot Good Soldiers | The meat of his hand rests heavy on your cheek, his breath hot and stuffy on your face. "I like it when you follow orders." | oneshot Personal Best | His muscles move smoothly under his skin and it makes his tattoos look almost alive, especially the one on his stomach that you can never quite make out because of that stupid cut open tanktop. Oh yeah, especially that one. | modern gym!au oneshot Six (Ono) | He'll never be over how smart you are, either. Never. You're not as smart as Tech, probably no one is, but you're brilliant in your own right and dammit it all if that isn't the sexiest thing about you. | oneshot Solid Ground | His arms tighten around you and you suddenly feel your feet dangling in empty air. He’s the only person you’ve ever let lift you, the only person you feel safe enough with to allow it. | drabble

Multi-Clone

Rex's Clone Uprising x Reader thots | ft. Howzer and Fireball, lil bit of Nemec, Greer, & Samson; (no cl*necest) Labyrinth of My Mind | Tucked away in a corner of the Corellian system, on the humble trade planet of Aurea, is the galaxy's best kept secret - a batch of brothers, formerly associated with the Grand Army of the Republic, who mysteriously vanished, their whereabouts unknown to all but the woman sheltering them for the past two years. | ongoing series, ft. Tai, Commander Appo, Captain Vaughn, Sergeant Fox, & Sterling (no cl*necest) Show Me | "He's ignoring me." "Good," huffs Wrecker as his hand comes up to tilt your chin back down to him. "More for me." | oneshot, ft. Wrecker & Tech; (no cl*necest)

#clone trooper masterlist #ft. boba and jango lol #wake up babes new masterlist image just dropped

[radiosummons]

Known C A N O N facts about the Mandalorians: A) Overall, they do not view/value "gender" in the same way other cultures in SW (or those in our own world) do.

B) Color symbolism, paint design and the amount of beskar you have on your armor is viewed as a main/sole identifier of a Mandalorian.

C) Mando'a, the language of the Mandalorians, does not have gender signifiers. Mando'a is a gender neutral language.

D) Your gender, your sexuality, your race, your previous life, etc does NOT matter after you have sworn the Mandalorian Creed. You are a Mandalorian and will always be Mandalorian, unless you violate your Creed. -Cin vhetin: a fresh start/clean slate. Literally means "white field." -Gar taldin ni jaonyc; gar sa buir, ori'wadaas'la: "Nobody cares who your father/parent was, only the father/parent you will be." -Aliit ori'shya tal'din: "Family is more than blood."

In conclusion, the only thing Mandalorians really care about is how skilled of a warrior you are and how loyal you keep yourself to your creed. They do not give a fuck what your gender identity is or who you choose to fuck.

To put it more simply: Can you hit real good? Do you have honor? Okay then.

Verd ori'shya beskar'gam: "A warrior is more than their armor"

Tldr; I'm getting really tired of people trying to act like the Mandalorians as a whole would have a problem with a trans/nonbinary person being a fellow Mando. The answer is no. No, they would not.

(Update: Meant to also say the same fucking goes for your sexuality, but I feel like I'm just beating a dead horse at this moment. You guys get the fucking point)

#the mandalorian #mandalorians #mandalorian culture #mandalore #manda'yaim #mando'a #sw lore #mandalorian lore #mandalorian language #look i fuck with mandalorians #i think they're pretty fucking great #just really tired of the transphobic shit #i see showing up #in some circles #ugh #anyway #mandalorians say trans rights #get fucked if you have a problem with that #radio queue

[msflowerpot]

For those of you who would looooove content that is just straight badass Mando (not that there is something wrong with smut but come on??)

(Re)convene Time travel, whole gang of Ezra, Din, Boba, Fennec, Omega, Ashoka, we go fuck palp up!

According To Creed Every chapter is like a new episode of The Mandalorian, kinda awesome ;3

All hail the Mand'alor Wholesome badassory, where everything is great <3 Now this one is a little tricky with it’s chronological order. I don’t really agree with the authors choice. I might be wrong, but here is how i would read it;

The found The name (first chapter) The council The historian The legend The temple The name (fourth chapter) The name (second chapter) The name (third chapter) The name (sixth chapter) The leader The name (fifth chapter) The son The name (seventh chapter) The name (eighth chapter)

All help us survive Din forces Boba to be part of the mandoade 😆 Aliit ori'shya tal'din A uncompleted story about a dad failing to not adopt every child he meets.

An Unworthy Hand Seconds after Grogu was taken away by Luke, what was going on in Din's mind?

All the story's A ridiculous and comedic story of "what happens after Din leaves with Grogu after Tattoine". Sadly, the author discontinued the story since the didn’t know how to keep it going...

Back in Beskar Another hilarious story of what happens after Grogu and Luke takes off in season 2. XD

Mand'alor'ika DIN IS TINY!!! I REPEAT, DIN IS TINY!!!! (adult mind in tiny body back in time)

Blow in Like a Hurricane (Everyone Will Know my Name) Nobody seems to realise that the unsuspecting Din is actually Mand'alor. Including Luke and Leia XD Buir Everyone’s POV on the Dadalorian and Grogurt.

Clones and Kings Rex gets a task from Ashoka, "Take care of this dude. He is a magnet for disasters" Curse and Cure Din takes (tries) his role as the Mand'alor with some help from Luke, Leia and other members of the universe. Demons Run When a Good Man Goes to War Evil people has done something bad to someone (it's Grogu, always is), and Din is royaly pissed off. Din Djarin and the Terrible, Horrible, No Good, Very Bad Time Travel Incident Time travel, Din meets Anakin and Obi. Anakin is convinced that Din is some oooold Mandalorian.

Filling the Empty Nest Din figures out what to do with himself after season 2, misses Grogu, and somehow ends up rebuilding Mandalore. From Foundling to Father Din is eight. Gets rescued. His dad learns how to be a dad to him. (I seriously wish the author will continue the story T.T) Short works Some sad some interesting. Honor thy Clan What would happen if most of the survivors after the purge was children? General Mudhorn (and the time traveling bush) Just like the title says, plus som time travel Grogu's Adventures in Acquiring a Buir Grogus POV from the beginning to the moment Luke takes him away. Homebound Ain’t some teenage angst Ben Solo going to stop the might Grogu! if love is the answer, you're home Din is just being a dad, missing his son. And then there is Luke who is really bad at tracking.. In harmony The ehh.... the armor is alive... The Mand’alor and the Jedi These stories are by faaaar the best ones out there. I can’t give the author enough love. The writing, the pacing, all the characters that stays.... I can’t recommend it enough! If you love The Mandalorian, then you will DEFINITELY love these works!!!!!! Lost in time The clones Rex, Cody and Fives travel forward in time. Din's dad instincts kicks in. Mandalorian Menace Time travel, Din adops Anakin. F*** you Jedi more alike than apart Din and Sabine doing a heist and become mandosiblings (boba and Din are bros)😎 My Neighbor, My Neighbor, and Me Modern AU Din and others No Holy Cities Around the time when Din is introduced to the mandalorians. Nowhere King Time travel. Din has been Mand'alor for a long time, and then... the most horrible happens... he comes from nowhere and plans to fix the galaxy. Only the Parent You Will Be Hera Syndulla and Din Djarin's children call to each other and then stuff happens. Oya Manda'lor! (15 years and up (cus this ain’t america), warning of smut) This one is mostly 98% badass buuut... ehh... there is mentioning of smut.. and the other works of the same person... is hella ssmutty 😳 Time travel, Din meets Jaster. Phoenix Rising: Stronger Together Duology (15 years and up (cus this ain’t america), warning of smut) This one... again, mostly badass, around 89% badass. There is smut😑 Din is in pieces after Grogu left with Luke. Ashoka comforts him and Bo-Katan is a bitch. Ring out the song of the Midnight Blade Din and the darksaber takes on the empire. Highly recommend that you listen to the song at the same time you read this one. https://youtu.be/toJD2eJ4zvo Suddenly, I'm Respectable AU in which Bail and Breha Organa have a backup plan in place for Leia's rescue. The Consequences of Wearing a Touchy Mystical Laser Sword Din (and some others (not gonna tell😉)) shrink to their child sizes and try to fix the galaxy. Some humor, hehe. The Deserter Okey... everyone is allowed to pine for Din, but Din is as sexual as a brickwall!!!! The Pros and Cons of Time Travel and Force Visions Time travel. Mando being (as usual) a himbo, while senators and Jedi try to understand the situation... The Way of Conquest Time travel. Me, the force, Yoda and the author are giggling like maniacs 8D Truth and Consequences Okey soooo this one doesn’t really have Din in it... much... Tor Vizla and Jaster Mereel gets bonked on their heads by their grandchildren. The Mandalorian and the Rebel Spy Cassian gets adopted by Din's buir and they, sort of, grews up together. They're Gonna Give You Hell This one is by far the funniest shit ever🤣 do NOT read where you need to be quiet!! (i accidentally laughed in a quiet auditorium...) Time is a social construct Time travel, Din adopts Satine and Obi. Trust Luke travel to Mandalor and training begins. Vortex Amnesia for Din, he only remember that Grogu left. Nope. 2 years have gone by! You Can Worship the Ashes Time travel. Din saves Fives. you were only waiting for this moment to arise Rey gets (sort of) adopted by Din.

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[morganwrites-starwars]

Evaar’la Yaim pt. 1

Summary: Obi-wan's home was barely made to fit one person, much less three. But since they are all outlaws, buying a new home isn't really an option. Obi-wan suggests an idea and reveals a lot of hidden guilt in the process.

Set after the event of ‘I Stand Here Right Beside You’ and ‘Tome tug’yc’

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          Obi-wan’s home was cozy. And most certainly not made for three people. Cody and Obi-wan had turned the small basement into their bedroom, giving the old upstairs bedroom to Luke. Still, they were constantly running into each other. Having Cody’s vod’e, Leia, and Ahsoka visit only exasperated the issue. Plus, Obi-wan didn’t have enough evaporators to make enough water for three people to use. And, of course, Luke was a teenage boy and needed his privacy. All in all, their current living situation was bound to end in disaster. So, Cody and Obi-wan had their heads bent over the coffee table.

           “I don’t think we have enough credits to build any addition,” Cody said. “And you would be the only one able to work to get more. Luke and I are too recognizable, especially to the Imperials.”

           Obi-wan stroked his beard. “Yes, and there isn’t much room for more additions on this plateau anyway.”

           “A temporary solution would be to get another water evaporator, but that also has the same credit issue.” Cody was getting a little frustrated. Who would’ve guessed that he had an easier time planning battles than home renovations?

           “The Jawas would likely be cheaper, but the quality might be an issue,” Obi-wan mused. Cody grimaced at the thought of the furry little beasts. Obi-wan chuckled. “Or not. Besides, they likely would only have bits and pieces.”

           “Would give Luke something to do,” Cody said, smiling as he thought of his energetic teen. It was nice seeing Luke be able to express himself and not have to hold a decorum nearly everywhere. “But we’d still have space issues.”

           “We could always move,” Obi-wan suggested after a moment.

           Cody sighed. That would be the simplest solution. “That still has the credits issue. Plus, we’d have to find someone willing to sell to us without asking for ID, and it couldn’t be in any settlement.”

           Life as fugitives was so difficult, Cody lamented to himself. Once again, Cody missed the simplicity of war. Thought, he thought as he gazed adoringly at Obi-wan, this way of life had its benefits.

           “What if there was an abandoned homestead that was in decent condition?” Obi-wan asked in the tone of voice, signaling it was more than just an offhanded question. “Perhaps even an old moisture farm.”

           “That would work,” Cody said slowly. Obi-wan was frowning at the table. “Do you happen to know where one is?”

           Obi-wan sighed, still looking away. “Yes. In the Jundland Wastes.”

           Cody shuffled closer to his riduur. “Obi-wan?” Obi-wan hummed. “What is it?”

           Obi-wan’s hands were fidgeting nervously in his lap. Cody gently grabbed his hands, holding them in his own. Obi-wan took in a breath, releasing it in a sigh. “It is the Lars homestead.”

           Lars? That sounded vaguely familiar. Cody racked his brain, trying to figure out where he’d heard that name before. Perhaps it was somebody Obi-wan had mentioned in passing. Cody didn’t know anyone on Tatooine except one or two vendors in Anchorhead that were friendly enough. They were both older women who seemed to adore the fact that Cody would brave shopping on the occasion that Obi-wan wasn’t up to it. Obi-wan said they had crushes on him. Cody disagreed, mainly because the thought made him a little creeped out.

           “Lars?” Cody asked after he was unable to come up with the connection. “Old friends of yours?”

           Obi-wan grimaced. “Not quite. They are- they were Luke’s aunt and uncle.”

           Oh shit. Now that Cody thought on it, he did remember reading something about moisture farmers in Luke’s file. And he definitely remembered the occasion when Luke, while missing his aunt and uncle, declared Cody his aliit and called him buir for the first time. Cody had always meant to follow up and see what had become of Beru and Owen, so he could tell Luke when he was older. But Cody had forgotten, and Luke had never brought them up again.

           Cody mentally said a small apology to the Lars family. To let a loved one’s memory be forgotten was a shameful thing between the Vod’e.

           “Ah, right,” Cody said. He did a quick mental subtraction. “It’s been over a decade, though; how good of a condition could their farm be in?” Obi-wan was fidgeting with his hands again. “Cyare, what is it? You can tell me.”

           “I have, well, it didn’t seem right to let their home fall into disrepair when it was my fault they-“ Obi-wan cut himself off with a deep inhale. The exhale was shaky, and Cody could see the self-loathing and tears in his riduur’s eyes.

           Cody pulled Obi-wan into a hug, securely wrapping his arms around his riduur and resting their heads together.

           “What happened to them was not your fault, cyare, Cody muttered. “I imagine they knew the risks of taking Luke in.”

           “I was meant to protect him,” Obi-wan whimpered. “I was only in town for a few hours, but when I came back to check on them, their home had been ransacked, and they, they were-“ Obi-wan let out a sob and collapsed into Cody’s chest. “I wasn’t there in time to save them.”

           Cody had a feeling this wasn’t just about the Lars anymore, but he filed that away for another time. Cody tubbed Obi-wan’s back and pressed a kiss to the top of his head.

           “There was nothing more you could’ve done,” Cody muttered. “It was not your fault.”

           “Buir?” Luke called from his room. Cody heard him approaching. “O’buir, what’s wrong?”

           Luke stopped short when he entered the room and saw Cody cradling Obi-wan. Obi-wan sniffed and sat up, trying to rub away the tears on his face. Cody held onto Obi-wan tightly, not letting his riduur move far.

           “Nothing is wrong, dear one,” Obi-wan said with a fake smile.

           “You’re crying!” Luke exclaimed, rushing over to Obi-wan. Cody shuffled over so there was room on Obi-wan’s other side for Luke to sit. Luke stopped in front of the couch; hands held out awkwardly in front of him. “Wha- what happened? Are you ok?”

           Obi-wan reached out and grabbed one of Luke’s hands with his own. “Yes, I am. Just remembering old hurts.”

           Luke frowned, perceptive as ever. “There’s more to that. You can tell me I’m not an ad’ika anymore.”

           “You will always be an ad’ika,” Cody chimed in, releasing Obi-wan so he could sit up fully. “Our ad’ika.”          

           Luke huffed and pouted, even if he would deny doing so. Obi-wan gently pulled Luke so he sat and was squished between Cody and Obi-wan.

           “You’re deflecting,” Luke muttered. Cody chuckled and wrapped an arm around Luke.

           “I’m just reminding you of your place,” Cody teased before humming. “O’buir might be deflecting.”

           Obi-wan sighed as Luke turned to glare at him. But his riduur was smiling again, so Cody counted as a win. “I wouldn’t call it deflecting as much as a tactical redirect.”

           Luke scoffed. “Just tell me what is wrong. I want to help.”

           Obi-wan softened and placed a kiss on Luke’s temple. “I know you do, dear. It is just- well, I have gone over a decade repressing it and to say it out loud hurts as if it just happened.”

           Luke was frowning and shuffling into Obi-wan. Cody’s heart warmed at the kindness his ad was displaying. “I- ok. Can you tell me what you guys were talking about before, then?”

           “We’re thinking about moving,” Cody said, groaning as he shifted to be more comfortable on their small couch. “We’re a bit short on room here.”

           “I don’t mind,” Luke responded, looking around their home. “Do we have to move?”

           “We don’t have to move, but I believe in the future you will want more personal space,” Obi-wan told Luke gently. Luke clearly didn’t like the idea of moving their home, having become attached to the space. Cody remembered the first time they stayed in their room on the Imperial Center; Luke cried himself to sleep because he wanted to go back to the Executor.

           “And we could use more evaporators, but we don’t have room for that here,” Cody added, knowing that Luke would have a harder time disagreeing with that.

           Luke stammered as he tried to come up with a counterpoint that wasn’t “I don’t want to,” and eventually gave up with a huffed. Instead, he asked, “Fine. Ok. Do you have an idea where to go? It’s not like we can just get a house in any city.”

           Cody shot Obi-wan a look. Obi-wan frowned but nodded. Looking back at his ad, Cody gently said, “There is an old moisture farm in that Jundland Wastes. The old owners- week they don’t live there anymore,”

           Luke’s eyes narrowed, annoyingly perceptive. Cody would’ve been annoyed at that if it hadn’t been his fault for teaching Luke to be perceptive. At least he could take pride in knowing that Luke listened to him.

           “And?” Luke asked. “There’s more to it.”

           Obi-wan sighed, and Cody could see the years weighing on his riduur. “It used to be the Lars homestead. It is where you grew up before-”

           Obi-wan cut himself off, looking to the side in a feeble attempt to hide his watering eyes. Cody’s gaze darted between Luke and Obi-wan, and an uneasy silence settled in the room.

           “Oh.” Luke’s quiet sound broke the silence.

           “Yes. I kept it in good condition, perhaps in some feeble hope they, and you, would return,” Obi-wan admitted weakly.

           “And I did,” Luke declared, gaining the glint in his eye that meant he was on a roll. Cody was content to sit back and watch his ad’ika pull Obi-wan out of his self-induced misery. “So it wasn’t just a feeble hope. Like you said, O’buir, ‘there are no coincidences-“

           “’Just the will of the Force,’” Obi-wan finished with a small smile. He looked at Cody with a fond glance. “Why is it that children only listen to me just to quote my teaching back at me?”

           Cody shrugged and remembered all of the mocking ‘this lightsaber is your life’ he listened to during the war. “At least they listen.”

           Luke lightly kicked Cody’s shin. “Anyways-“ Luke stressed. “If the home is there, we might as well use it, right? It’d be wasteful not to.”

           “Are you sure?” Obi-wan asked. “I don’t want you to have to deal with any unpleasant memories.”

           “O’buir, I don’t remember much from when I was younger,” Luke admitted. “It’s just feelings mostly- the majority of which are good ones. I’ll be ok. Will, uh, will you be ok?”

           Obi-wan smiled slightly and stroked a hand down Luke’s hair. “I think with you two at my side, I will be.”

           “Well then,” Cody said, leaning his weight into Luke, so he was fully squished between the two adults. Cody took a second to revel in Luke’s laughter. “It’s a good thing we’re not planning on leaving.”

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Mando’s Translations:

riduur- spouse Cyare- beloved O'biur- buir is parent. O'buir denotes that Luke is addressing Obi-wan. ad'ika- child, affectionate

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[solusmandalor]

He hadn't know there had been anything unusual or fanatical in the way he'd been raised. That his new family, the people who had taken him in after he'd been orphaned, had raised him as if he were one of their own. The Tribe had given him everything - protection, love, a family.

"I'm going to teach you", their a'lor had told him then. "And you will be the best of them all, Din. Do you understand?"

Her voice was soothing despite the strictness, her face hidden behind a golden helmet as she pulled him into a motherly embrace: "You will be the best."

He was taught the Resol'nare. The six tenets of their Creed. Ba'jur bal beskar'gam. Ara'nov, aliit, Mando'a bal Mand'alor - An vencuyan mhi.

Honor your armor, protect your kind, learn Mando'a, heed the Mand'alor's call.

Back then, as a child still fighting to forget his sorrows, he'd desperately clung to the phrases.

Eagerly he'd learned the Way, the culture and traditions, dreamed about the armor he would earn one day, and was ready to die for those who had saved his life.

Din asked no questions and took no prisoners. He had soon grown into an untouchable warrior, a living weapon given armored human form.

He counted his age no longer. He refused no job no matter how dubious. He lost as many fights as he won, but never did he lay in the dirt. He stood tall despite all.

The Armorer saw his helmet and saw a warrior, of whom she was proud. Who she, the woman with golden lines in her helmet, could no longer pity.

He finds a lost child that shockingly reminds him of himself. And everything changes.

Till there was not a time when he couldn't remember the weight of Grogu in his arms or the way he would giggle each time when Din caught him doing mischief.

Aliit ori'shya tal'din.

Family is more than blood.

#texts #( the tribe ) traat'aliit gar besbe'trayc. #( a clan of two ) aliit ori'shya tal'din. #( memories ) mando'ad draar digu. #*mine

[pansexual-pied-piper]

Aliit ori'shya tal'din

Family/Clan [is] more than blood

#queer #rainbow pride #Mando'a #mandalorian #star wars #cross stitch

[loverboy-havocboy]

aliit ori'shya tal'din au

ao3 - art - tag

co-creator: @violentcheese ao3

comet/captain gregor, boost/sinker/comet, more to be added, comet & commander thorn, echo/fives/commander thorn (dominos), dominos & wolfpack, captain gregor & commander wolffe

no clones au, canon divergence, modern setting, trans male character, fluff and smut and angst, past abusive relationship, abuse recovery, angst with a happy ending, gratuitous smut, dom/sub, military inaccuracies, everybody lives/nobody dies

this series is updated frequently

reblogs are appreciated - please feed your authors

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[kalevalakryze]

Aliit Ori'shya Tal'din

Bo-Katan Week Day 4: Scars Characters: Bo-Katan Kryze, Grogu, Din Djarin, The Armorer Pairings: Bo-Katan Kryze & Grogu, Din Djarin & Grogu, Din Djarin & The Armorer, Din Djarin & Bo-Katan Kryze, The Armorer & Grogu, The Armorer/Bo-Katan Kryze Warnings: Past injury mention, depression mention, canon death mention, non-descriptive s/h scar mention  Notes: auntie Bo is a bad influence, Korkie would tell you so. Did I get carried away on the mushy stuff? Maybe… but they deserve it. Keshnian Armorer, for this fic only ( eventually, I want to get good enough to start writing Zabrak armorer, but baby steps for now? ) was this how I planned this to go? No, but I still love it Word Count: 3,877 Summary: “You can handle him? Din Darin questioned carefully as he passed Grogu into Bo’s arms, where the child instantly latched onto her, babbling quietly  as she settled his weight in her arms. “He’s not my first Jedi, or nephew,” The Armorer squeezed past the front door, her hand resting heavy on her Riduur’s shoulder. “I don’t believe that is what he is worried about,” The golden helmeted warrior leaned down, a gloved finger moving to rest under Grogu’s chin. “Take care of the Mand’alor, don’t let her do anything reckless,” “Patu!” The child babbled, before the two Mandalorian’s took their leave, leaving Grogu and Bo-Katan alone. “Well, kid… this is where the fun begins,”  AO3 Link: Here!

Bo-Katan blinked her eyes open to The Armorer getting ready for her day. “Mesh’la,” Bo grumbled, thick as sleep clung to the edges of her arising consciousness. Her hand reached, stretching out across the bedsheets to grasp the edge of the thick leather of her Riduur’s skirt. 

Bare fingers brushed through her hair, causing the woman to finally work on blinking sleep from her eyes to stare at the woman before her. Every time she saw her Riduur without her helmet, it truly felt like a blessing. She would equate seeing The Armorer’s face to the same calling as the Mythosaur still living in the depths of the living waters. 

“Good morning, cyare,” The woman rumbled softly, leaning across the mattress to press her lips to Bo-Katan’s forehead. “Din Djarin will be arriving shortly,” She whispered against cool skin, bringing a groan from the redhead. 

Life had settled down for the reclaimed planet and its inhabitants, with an alliance with the New Republic, and the promise to still remain a neutral system, Mandalore became a safe haven for thousands of their stars spread across the galaxy. The other planets in the system were brought back top thrive, and Mando-motors was even back in full starship production, with contracts from the New Republic. 

Bo-Katan had a thriving chain of command, she hadn’t needed to bear a single burden alone, thanks to those she trusted to handle other matters and aid her as well. She’d been more herself than she had been since before… any of this, really. It gave her a comfort she’d never thought she would obtain in her age. 

“He can wait,” The Mand’alor groaned, fruitlessly trying to tug The Armorer back into their bed, only bringing a heartwarming chuckle from the other woman. 

“You did promise, Lady Kryze,” She reminded, prying the pillow Bo had been trying to burrow herself under, and tossing it into Akaan’s bed, who yipped, before trying to initiate a game of tug-of-war with himself. 

The redhead groaned, now pushing on The Armorer’s shoulder, contrasting her decision to tug her closer. “Alright, but you’re all mine, later,” Once she was out of bed, cool air brushing her legs, Bo pushed away the thought of the warmth and comfort of the bed, to reach for The Armorer once more, grabbing the fur around her shoulders top tug her close and press a chaste kiss to her cheek. “Go, I’ll be out shortly,”

True to her word, the Mand’alor got ready in near record time, considering she was not preparing for battle. Her armor had changed little over the years, though she still bore the crest of the niteowl, and the combined crest of the Mythosaur, with the sigil the two women created when they’d spoken their vows. The Mythosaur’s tusks wrapped around the sigil of Clan Kryze, with The Armorer’s hammers outlined in the back, sitting proudly on both shoulders now. The previously silver piece had long since been painted red, like the blue painted pauldron that now protected The Armorer’s shoulder. Their Beskar hearts still sat alternated in their chest plates, Bo’s blue contrasting beautifully against The Armorer’s red, reminding them both that neither of them would have to be alone again. 

There was a sweetness in the air as she stepped out of the bedroom, boots quiet against the hard stone under her feet as she approached the woman, who always seemed to add an otherworldly amount of sugar and other sweeteners to her caff. She stepped up behind the shorter woman silently, arms wrapping around stocky shoulders, with her forehead resting against the back of her helmet. 

“You do not wish for me to go,” The Armorer observed softly, as she began to pour a second mug of caff for Bo. 

“I never wish for you to go,” Bo agreed, before relenting to let her go so she could grab the offered mug. The Armorer’s helmet hissed as it was removed once more and settled gently on the counter so she could enjoy her own caff.

Before she was allowed to touch the mug though, The Armorer’s still bare hand moved to rest against the Kar’ta that rested in her chest, the piece that had come straight from her armor. “No one’s ever truly gone,” There was a smirk pulling at her lips and a twinkle in dark eyes, her amusement giving Bo the permission she needed to swat her hand away.

“You know that’s not what I mean,” 

“I do, but you will not be alone, and you will not be without my company for too long,” The Armorer promised between sips. The caff was still hot on her tongue, but Bo knew by now that with all the cool liquid sweeteners she added every morning, it helped make it bearable. 

“Just come back safe, don’t be a dikutt, and please, don’t let Din swim,” Bo relented as she leaned her back against the counter, reaching idly with her free hand to hold onto the other warrior’s skirt once more. 

Skira’s head tilted to the front door, a warm amusement in her gaze as she rose her mug to her lips. “Tell him yourself,” The Keshian nodded towards their door at the same time as a loud knock echoed. 

“How do you do that?” Bo questioned with a shake of her head, before she leaned up to press a kiss to The Armorer’s lips, before the woman would have to don her helmet once more. “I’ll go say hi, finish your drink,” 

The door swung open just enough to allow Bo to prop her hip against the frame, the toe of her left boot hooked around the heavy door to keep the breeze from outside from blowing it open. “She’s still getting ready,” She greeted to Clan of Two on their doorstep. 

“Patu!” Grogu called, his fingers flexing as he held his arms out, practically vibrating in his fathers hold. 

“Good morning, Lady Kryze,” Din’s head bowed, before lifting enough to ruffle the patches of white hair growing on Grogu’s head. 

“How has Navarro been treating you two?” Bo continued, reaching her hand out to the excitable child, who grew very interested with gloved fingers and the armor on the back of her hand.

“It has been nice, calm. Grogu has been learning a lot, I wish to bring him with me for our next outing, but he needs to be big enough for his own armor,” At the mention of armor, Grogu lifted his head, lips pulling into a sharp smile, and bringing a shake of Din’s head at the little one’s reaction.

“I understand, besides, you n=deserve some time with her alone,” Bo agreed. Din was The Armorer’s foundling, after all, she understood their bond, even with the prior strains, they still deserved some time together as the mentor and apprentice they once were. ‘The Shining Lineage,’ as Ragnar had once referred to them.

Grogu began squirming in Din’s arms, towards Bo, who’d taken her hand back to cross over her chest. “Here, give ‘im here,” 

“You can handle him? Din Darin questioned carefully as he passed Grogu into Bo’s arms, where the child instantly latched onto her, babbling quietly as she settled his weight in her arms. 

“He’s not my first Jedi, or nephew,” Bo assured him as she pressed a soft kiss to Grogu’s forehead. “Your dad woke you up way too early, too. I get it,” She sympathized, nodding her head seriously as he yawned. 

The Armorer squeezed past the front door, her hand resting heavy on her Riduur’s shoulder.  “I don’t believe that is what he is worried about,” The golden helmeted warrior leaned down, a gloved finger moving to rest under Grogu’s chin. “Take care of the Mand’alor, don’t let her do anything reckless,” 

“Patu!” The child babbled, before the two Mandalorian’s took their leave, leaving Grogu and Bo-Katan alone. 

“Well, kid… this is where the fun begins,”

* * *

It would turn out that ‘fun’ for a Mand’alor with a working government, and a lack of civil war, meant showing Grogu around the newer structures and city blocks of the rebuilt Sundari Civic Center that he hadn’t seen since his last visit. 

The pair had gone all over the city, from sparring arenas, to some of the smaller shops of armor, weapons, and trinkets, to bakeries that had been more than happy to give the child ‘just a taste’ of their freshest goods, ranging from Uj cake, all the way to delicacies made from immigrated bakers from Coruscant itself. 

The two were fairly exhausted by the time Bo brought Grogu back to the living waters, dropping herself heavily onto a stoop before she settled her nephew in her lap once more.  

“See, that was fun,” She started as she gazed past his head and to the dark waters below. It was much clearer now that filters were running, though no one had ventured deep since Bo-Katan had seen the Mythosaur. If she looked real closely, she thought she could make out a tusk, but she understood the reality of the water’s depth meant she truly did not. Still, having the knowledge that it was down there was a different feeling in itself. 

“Patu,” Grogu agreed as he leaned into her, little clawed hands reaching for the lip of her armor to keep himself up. 

“Tuckered out? Me too,” One of her arms wrapped around him to keep him steady, before she was laying back in the dirt, where Grogu instantly made himself comfortable against her chest. Before long, small little snores filled the cavern, and Bo-Katan was falling asleep shortly after.

* * *

She awoke to the feeling of sharp nails lightly tracing the scar across her forehead. Her eyebrows pulled together and scrunched her nose, forehead wrinkling before her eyes even opened. 

Grogu still sat on her chest, big eyes staring in wonder at the streak of discoloration against her skin. “Nice nap?” Bo grumbled quietly, hands moving to steady Grogu as he nodded and shifted his weight on top of her. 

There was a silent question in the air, one Grogu still lacked the means to articulate, as his finger once again traced against the purplish scar. “Mmm, you want to know about that,” She grumbled, her own hand raising, sliding beneath little clawed fingers to touch the scar herself. 

“I didn’t always wear my armor, not when I was younger. I have many more,” Many more that she would rather tell the story about. Though, unfortunately, Grogu seemed all too intent on this story.

The redhead settled in, exhaling slowly through her mouth. For a moment, she felt as if she could reach out, and draw upon the Mythosaur for the strength she would require. One of the tricks Ahsoka had spoke about once, when she’d explained how she was able to find strength in the worst times. 

“Mandalorians have not always been on the same side, as I’m sure you’ve seen. We’ve spilled a lot of our own blood, through the years...” Her gaze turned to the vast ceilings, watching a droplet of water slide from the sharp tip of a stalagmite. 

“My Ori’vod, my sister, Satine- she was the Duchess during one of these times,” A soft smile pulled at her lips at her memory. “She did everything she could, preached pacifism, peace, safety. There were many who refused to listen, myself included. I wanted to be a Mandalorian, and I allowed that to cloud the importance of my clan, for a very long time.”

“The day I’d left to join The Death Watch, Satine and I had gotten into a fight. I was so… angry,” A frown replaced the smile, as she recalled the fire in her own veins, fueled by the words of a dead man, who’d traded their planet for power in the dar’jetti. 

“I blamed her for the opposition of our people, for the death of our Buir, and for a dozen other things that must not have been important enough to remember. I put it all on her, because I was too… afraid, to look at the truth, to see that the state of the galaxy went beyond what she could control. I refused to see that she was doing the best with what she had, what was expected of her.”

In the recesses of her memory, she could still hear the splintering of wood, echoed voices shouting, glass shattering, her own voice, renouncing Satine as her vod, removing herself from her aliit. 

“My actions are my own, as are the consequences are mine to bear, along with these scars. I did not search for strength from my clan, but from a man who truly did not have mine, or Mandalore’s best interests at heart. We had fought,” It had been explosive, and Bo often blamed Satine’s deeper dive into pacifism on the outcome.

“I never truly was able to beat her, she was.. she is my ori’vod. Taught me most of what I know, too. I just kept pushing, if she hadn’t,” Once again, her fingertip traced the scar. The leathery feel of Grogu’s finger against her cheek, wiping away wetness, brought her attention to tears in her eyes. “Thank you,”

“If she hadn’t defended herself, I may have seriously hurt her,” She would have killed her, of this, Bo-Katan was certain. She had been angry enough, had Pre Vizsla on her shoulder, whispering in her ear that Satine needed to die so Mandalore would not be lost. “So she did what she had to,” 

The knife, she remembered, had come from her own gauntlet, had sliced through her face and dropped her just as fast. The Guard had been fast in their response to the Duchess’s calls. Bo could remember the sight of her blood on Satine’s hands, could still hear herself snarling out insults ‘If this continues, all Mandalorian blood will be on your hands!’, and then the enveloping darkness, before she’d woken up on a transport, exiled away from the Mandalore system with the others who had refused to turn over their armor or warrior ways. Pre had saved her from the transport, had taken her to Concordia, and promised her the place she deserved, at his side.

“I walked away from my clan, that day. I refused to acknowledge it for so long. I was just Bo-Katan. And yet…” A pause, her head turning to the side to catch her helmet, sitting by the pillar with the Living Water’s plaque. “She did not turn me away, when I came back. She accepted me as her sister once more, as readily as I had denounced her,”

Grogu watched with big eyes, his hands eventually coming to rest on Bo-Katan’s cheeks, squishing them together as he stared into her eyes with all the intensity of a child and a Jedi Master alike.

“Family is important, endlessly so. While they do not deserve your love for simply existing, when they are willing to accept you, however you may come, whatever you may have done, we can’t take that for granted,” 

The sounds of a pair of footsteps echoed through the hall, and soon enough, the gold and silver duo appeared under the torchlight of the caverns. 

“Hey, look at that, our aliit,” She whispered, giving Grogu a gentle nudge, before he was using the force to fling himself into his father’s arms.

“Did you two have fun?” Bo questioned as she started to rise, taking The Armorer’s offered hand for assistance once she’d come in range. 

“Oh yes, however, Din Djarin will be returning shortly for assistance with swimming,” The Armorer announced with a shake of her head. Even without being able to see his face, the way Din shifted his weight showed his mild embarrassment. 

“Hey, I’m sure Axe can come learn with you. He dumps enough fuel to get out of the water, but not enough to keep him out of it,” She assured as she patted her hand against his shoulder. 

“Did you two have a good time?” Din parroted as he brushed some dirt and old crumbs from Gorge’s face.

“Oh yes, just leave Xiti out of any questioning. Also, Akaan may have gotten into Paz’s,” Though truly, that was the man’s problem. It was clear that Akaan liked Paz even more than he liked The Armorer, which led to silent fights between lizard and Mandalorian at night.

The Armorer hummed softly, as if there were anything to ponder. Though she had been certain that the two would set something on fire, so otherwise, it seemed like a desirable outcome. 

A gloved thumb swiped at the remaining moisture under Bo-Katan’s eyes, though she batted the worry away with a quiet promise of later. 

The small family made their way back to their quarters in peace, exchanging stories of the days events between each other, with Grogu’s babbling cutting in every so often. They’d parted ways with the Clan of Two outside of Din’s residence on planet, before retiring to their own home.

As the women removed and cleaned their armor of the days grime, The Armorer turned her attentions back to before. “You were crying, before we’d come in,”

Bo deflated with a soft sigh as she picked caked in dirt away from her clan’s sigil. “I don’t always talk about a lot of my scars,” They had moments together, laying in bed late at night where they would pass questions and stories, though there were still many scars that Bo-Katan could not bring herself to speak on. Her forehead was not the only scar she would not speak on, like the white-purple slashes down her back, or the claws across her abdomen, or even the scars clustered tight together on her legs. 

“You have lived a lot of life, in a short time,” The Armorer comforted as she settled her helmet down on its stand and lowered herself on the arm of Bo-Katan’s chair. 

“We all have,” The Mand’alor reminded, fingers tapping against The Armorer’s knee, where she knew the scars from an early knee replacement resided. “I’ve had a lot more second chances than many ever could have,”

“You were chosen,” The woman reminded gently, her brows furrowed as she stared at her Riduur contemplatively, attempting to figure out where she was going. It was no secret that the redhead would often slip into a rut. Not every day was easy, for any of them, but Bo would often doubt her worth in her title, her value as a Mandalorian, and the meaning of her survival. 

“I’ve accepted that, for the most part,” Bo promised with a hand on her knee, steadying her worrying thoughts. “I bare the marks of many of my mistakes, from my family, to my Niteowls, to many other failures, and I should not get to… to hide behind them all,” 

“You are not hiding behind anything,” The Armorer promised, before she moved to raise Bo-Katan’s thigh plate from the floor. “Yes, you have scars, as does your armor,” A gloved finger traced a large dent across the silver streak in black paint. “Not all are bad, many have simply helped to shape you,” She turned the piece around so Bo-Katan could see it. 

“The sparring session, when your hand had first healed, and I first began courting you,” She traced the chipped paint once more, before reaching to grab the plate of armor that covered the back of Bo-Katan’s hand. The metal was reforged and welded together, after having to be sliced away from Bo-Katan’s hand to get it off, to treat the shattered bones beneath. “When Gideon destroyed the Darksaber, and you came to terms that you did not need the weapon to lead our people,”

Bo-Katan followed each movement across her armor, as The Armorer told her story between all the marks that cut across blue and black paint. When the other woman shed her gloves, Bo’s brows had furrowed once more. 

She’d paused at the zipper of Bo-Katan’s flight suit, meeting her gaze, waiting. It took Bo-Katan an embarrassing amount of time before realizing that her hesitance was her searching for permission. “Please, be my guest,” Before warm, calloused fingers were spreading the zippers and her fingertips were brushing against the textured skin of different scars. 

Her hands wandered, until they were moving down the expanse of muscle of Bo’s back, across the old scars that stretched across her skin as she’d grown. “You have given yourself over to slavers for the chance to help your people,” Bo-Katan paused, because truly, only Ursa Wren had ever known that story, had been one of the rookies in Death Watch when Bo-Katan had sacrificed herself to keep the Zygerian’s away from them. She’d only been freed, because Ursa, Alrich, and Axe had gathered a squad with Pre’s minimal consent, to get her back.

The warm tingle that followed The Armorer’s fingers spread to the claws against her abdomen. “You have put yourself in direct harms way to save children, even at your darkest,” Death Watch was far from innocent in slave trafficking, she’d been part of it all… but she’d saved those kids, when the Akul had bore down on the Togrutas. She’d been young herself, fresh in The Death Watch, but she’d acted as a True Mandalorian should have, instead of what Pre would have preferred from her. 

The kids lived long enough for the others to enslave them and sell her off, and she’d been forced to drag herself back to base camp in the deep recesses of Shili alone. There had been two Togruta, who’d helped her, briefly. They did not like her, but in their words, at the time, they’d owed her, for saving their own from one monster (even if she’d turned them over to another, in the end). 

A small squirm from the redhead, as her flight suit was pushed further away. Fingertips brushed across the scar tissue on her thigh. “You have repented in many ways,” Bo’s gaze locked onto Akaan, tired and spent, snoring on the floor just feet away. “Even for events out of your control,” 

“You have lived a life of love, grief, failure and victory, loneliness and companionship. You have lost and learned, have given as good as you’ve gotten. These are not the stories of a woman who has hidden, but of a woman who has proven herself worthy in every aspect. Worthy of love, since the beginning, worthy of companionship, from the beginning, and worthy of leadership, once you learned from it all,”

“I’m going to cry again,” Bo warned in a low grumble, and The Armorer let. A warm, rich laugh pass her lips, as she pressed forward to wrap the redhead in an embrace. 

“You are more than free to, Lady Kryze,”

“Ni kar'tayli gar darasuum,” Bo whispered into the thick furs, as the safety of the arms around her allowed more tears to slip out. 

“This is the way,” She returned in kind, fingers brushing through Bo-Katan’s hair. Their clan went beyond the two of them. It went to the Clan of Two, across the stars, to all Mandalorians who’d made mistakes, and grew from them, instead of submerging themselves in the proverbial darkness. 

Translations: Mesh’la - beautiful Riduur -partner Cyar - beloved Kar’ta - beskar heart Dikutt- idiot Ori’Vod- older sibling Dar’Jetti -sith Buir - father/parent Aliit - family Ni kar’tayli gar darassum - “I love you” “I will know you forever “ (lit.) Aliit ori’shya tal’din (Title) - “family is more than blood”

#bo katan kryze #the armorer #bo katan x the armorer #the mandalorian #star wars #nitearmor #take off your helmet #grogu #din grogu #grogu djarin #din djarin #bkw #bkw2023 #bo katan week #fic writing #mandalore #mando'a #only one today #patting myself on the back

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“Aliit ori'shya tal'din. Ni kar'tayli gar darasuum. Thank you, Cobb,” Din finally responds, as if he's found some long-lost part of himself by helping him over these past months. "For everything." And he understands that, too. "Don't mention it."

#i love them #my writing #snippet #cobb vanth wip #cobb vanth series #thanks for the ask!

[kurara123]

Ok real talk....loose thoughts about OWK and TBOBF

This is my second attempt because i lost first 😅

I just finished my second viewing of TBOBF and yesterday I watched all episodes of OWK after I abandon it after ep 3. IMO TBOBF is better than OWK.

I'm seriously considering changing my rating for TBOBF (making it higher). OWK is better if you watch it in one day. Remember this is my opinion! I had more fun watching TBOBF than OWK.

In OWK there are no stakes. We know that characters will be fine (at least till A New Hope). This series should be 3 one hour episodes or one movie. The only elements that I really like/love are flashbacks (O66 and pre AOTC), Bail and Leia interactions, Vader vs Obi in the last episode and interactions between Obi and Leia and of course Liam Neeson and Temuera Morrison cameos💗. The dummest chase scene(s) is now in OWK not in TBOBF.😛 Music is much much better in TBOBF. OWK has not memorable soundtrack even OWK Theme! Meanwhile TBOBF has catchy Boba Theme and supreme Aliit Ori'shya Tal'din 💗

I love that Hayden and Ewan are back! I hope to see them in other series (Ahsoka) but Disney is so dumb that there were no Clone Wars flashbacks! 🤡

Meantime TBOBF is taking place after OG trilogy so we don't know what will happen to the characters (Cobb's injury and presumably dead Cad Bane, i refuse to believe he is dead after his awesome live action debut!). Sure TBOBF have a lot of problems (Din Djarin hijacking TWO episodes was the stupidest thing Disney has done. I posted some of my thoughts about TBOBF and Boba HERE (its kind of outdated....), HERE and HERE so I'm not gonna write about Boba in more details in this post.

OWK and TBOBF are not the worst things ever (as some dudebros are saying). Sure Disney could be more invested in STAR WARS as is invested in MCU. But one thing I'm sure of: Star Wars is not dead. I think Filoniverse is the right direction SW is heading but I'm still concerned.

Looking back I think that all I care about, in my 20 some years of knowing Star Wars, is: Jango, Boba, clones, Anakin/Vader, interactions and relations between characters and SW Lore in general. And I hate space battles🤮 I know SW has "Wars" in the name, oh irony 🤣

Feel free to comment and reblog and remember this is only my opinion!!!!!!

#my post #my thoughts #sw #star wars #owk #obi wan kenobi #tbobf #the book of boba fett #obi wan kenobi series #kenobi series #boba fett

[morganwrites-starwars]

Tome tug’yc pt 2

6 months ago Cody and Luke were freed from the Empire and reunited with Obi-wan on Tatooine. They have been settling in as a family, but their peace can’t last forever. Because Cody’s brothers and Leia are coming for a visit, bringing a surprise visitor. It should be a fun visit, as long as Obi-wan’s heart doesn’t give out from stress.

A/N: This was written before the release of Kenobi, so (spoilers?) Leia and Obi-wan haven’t met previously.

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          Ahsoka felt the tears forming as she climbed the stairs. She felt two shining beacons in the Force up ahead. Both were familiar. One was like a muted star, ka’ra’ika, blinding and bright but never burning. The other was closer to a river. It had always reminded her of the Room of a Thousand Fountains- with its calming atmosphere and the feeling of home. It had been too long since she’d felt that.

           For the longest time, her family had been every Jedi, but more intimately, it had been Anakin, Obi-wan, and after a time had expanded to include Rex (and the rest of the 501st) and Cody (and most of the 212th). And in the past 13 years, her family had been split, some thought to be dead(and others known to be dead). Sure, other people had come and gone into Ahsoka’s life that she’d consider close. But in the end, the young girl inside her, the hopeful Jedi that had never left the Order and wanted to make her masters proud, that young girl just wanted her family. She wanted Master Obi-wan’s warm hugs and reassurances, Skyguy’s easy-going nature and affection, Rex’s warm sense of brotherhood, and Cody’s steadiness.

           She would never get Skyguy back- he was long gone. But she was about to get the others back, and she was so excited. But also, inexplicably, she was nervous, terrified. Cody had readily accepted her back, uncaring that she was hardened and scarred. And the logical part of her knew that Obi-wan would accept her as she was. But, again back to that little Jedi in her, she was scared that Obi-wan would see her flaws, see every non-Jedi thing she had done and felt. He would see it all, know the person she had become, and be disgusted and reject her.

           Ahsoka forced herself to take a deep breath and release her negative thoughts. What would happen, would happen. Ahsoka couldn’t control Obi-wan’s reaction.

           Ahsoka felt the star that was Luke move further away, but Obi-wan didn’t move as she reached the end of the staircase. Ahsoka didn’t look up until she was entirely on the platform. When she was ready, she lifted her head and made eye contact.

           Her first thought was that she was now taller than Obi-wan, which made sense because she was taller than Cody now. But it was still weird to be taller than the man who had been a father figure in her life. Ahsoka had always looked up to Obi-wan, both figuratively and literally. It was weird to have to look down at him. And Obi-wan’s hair had more gray in it then the last time she had seen him in person. The gray at his temples had multiplied and now streaked through the rest of this hair.

           Obi-wan didn’t seem to have any similar thoughts to hers, because he was smiling widely, tears glistening in his eyes. His hands were resting at his side, and he was paused in a half step forward.

           “Padawan. Ahsoka.” Ahsoka had never heard someone say her name so desperately. It was the final straw on the bantha’s back, causing her tears to start falling down her face.

           “Master,” Ahsoka said, barely more than a whisper. Her breath hitched. “Obi-wan.”

           That caused Obi-wan to final move forward. He wrapped her into a hug, one arm wrapping around her back and the other hand resting on her back lekku. Ahsoka wrapped her arms around him and bent her neck so she could bury her head in his neck.

           Obi-wan’s hugs were as she remembered. He held her tightly but not to the point of discomfort. His hand on her lekku was gently moving up and down. The side of his head was resting against Ahsoka’s. Ahsoka gripped his robes, noting the coarseness of it. Obi-wan began to rock them from side to side gently. Ahsoka tentatively reached out in the Force, poking at a long-closed bond. Immediately Obi-wan responded, opening his end of the bond and sending waves of reliefaffectionhappy that Ahsoka had returned. It felt like she had placed a bacta patch on her mind, the reconnection of the bond.

           Chapped lips pressed against Ahsoka’s temple, the scratch of Obi-wan’s beard barely registering. Obi-wan dropped his hand from the back of Ahsoka’s head and back and pulled his head away from hers. Ahsoka lifted her head to look at him, a bit disgruntled at him ending the hug. Obi-wan just smiled and raised his hands to cup Ahsoka’s face, eyes roaming across her face.

           “Oh Ahsoka. Look at you,” Obi-wan muttered fondly. “All grown up.”

           Ahsoka couldn’t speak, just stuck staring at Obi-wan, her thoughts running a mile a minutes. The last time she had seen Obi-wan, he had been a flickering hologram in the throne room on Mandalore. Ahsoka remembered being annoyed with him, thinking that he had somehow gotten worse at expressing emotions. Ahsoka wanted to go back in time and shake herself and scream at her about her own stupidity. Sure, she had been happy to see Obi-wan, and Anakin again, but she had hidden that with toughness and annoyance. She hadn’t known what she was going to lose. Hindsight and all that.

           “I-I,” Ahsoka stuttered, her voice barely above a whisper. “I’m so sorry, Master. I- “

           Obi-wan cut her off, his eyes glinting. “There is nothing to apologize for, my dear. If anything, it should be I that is apologizing to you.”

           “What?” Ahsoka asked, shocked. She couldn’t think of a thing he needed to apologize for. He had dealt with and loved her in his own ways for years, and had tried to help her become the person she could be.

           Obi-wan sighed. “I should have listened to you, all those years ago. If I hadn’t been, as you put it, ‘playing politics,’ well,” Obi-wan smiled bitterly. “I should not have let you go face Maul alone, or at all. If I had, well, perhaps things would have been different.”

           “No,” Ahsoka immediately refuted. “No, we all played into Palpatine’s plans and I doubt there was anything we could done in the end. You- please don’t tell me you’ve been blaming yourself. Obi-wan? Please?”

           Obi-wan looked away and dropped his hands from her face. Ahsoka brief mourned the loss of the comforting warmth. He took a moment to respond, still staring into the distance. “I- I know that, on my own, I could have done very little to change the circumstances. But, I was the one who found the vode, and I brushed aside Dooku’s warnings. I should have pushed the Council harder to look into it all.”

           Ahsoka rested a hand on Obi-wan’s shoulder, moving her head so she could look him in the eyes. “A wise Jedi once told me that if I get caught up in the past, I would miss the present.”

           Obi-wan smiled fondly. “Quoting my own teachings at me? At least I know you were listening to me.”

           Ahsoka shrugged, smiling playfully. “On the occasion.”

           Obi-wan cleared his throat and stepped back. “The suns are almost at their peaks. Shall we head inside before we burn to a crisp?”

           “Yeah. That’s a good idea.”

           Obi-wan led her inside the homestead. He paused just past the doorway and Ashoka looked past him (and it would take some time getting used to not having to peer around him or get on her toes to see over his shoulder). Ahsoka made eye contact with an exhausted-looking Helix sitting on a small couch next to Luke and Leia.

           The cause of Helix’s suffering was, as per usual, Cody, Rex, and Wolffe. The brothers seemed to have had a pile up. Cody and Wolffe were sort of wrestling on the ground. On top of Rex, actually. If Ahsoka had to guess, Cody had loving tackled Rex, Wolffe tried to jump both of them, and Cody was fighting back. Ahsoka was honestly impressed that their bodies still allowed the rough play.

           Helix sighed and stood up. He walked over to his brothers. “Ok, you di’kute, none of you should be-“

           Helix was cutoff as Rex grabbed is ankle. Helix glared down at him, but before he could say anything, Cody and Wolffe rolled off Rex and into Helix, causing the medic to drop to the ground. Rex pushed himself up, smiled mischievously at Luke and Luke, and collapsed onto his brothers.

           Obi-wan shook his head fondly. Ahsoka smiled at the feelings of love and joy radiating from the brothers on the ground. Luke and Leia were looking at each other suspiciously, likely trying to see if the other would tackle them.

           Obi-wan walked over to the kitchen area and Ahsoka followed him, skirting around the now still vode pile. Obi-wan opened the conservator and pulled out a jug of blue milk. Obi-wan directed Ahsoka to grab some glasses, and together they poured drinks for everyone. When they turned around, the brothers had all sat up and were leaning on each other on the ground. Luke got up, Leia following, and went to the kitchen to grab a drink. Luke and Leia settled at a small kitchen table, head bents together.

           There was a loud, slightly overdramatic groan as Cody stood up. The prompted teasing from his brothers that Cody astutely ignored. Cody kissed Obi-wan’s forehead before turning to Ahsoka.

           “Hello, al’verd’ika.”

           Ahsoka rolled her eyes at the nickname- not in annoyance, it was just an automatic reaction. “Hi Cody. Hope you didn’t break anything in that tumble.”

           Cody scoffed and grabbed a glass. He took a sip out of it and looked at his brothers, undisguised fondness in his eyes. “I’m not that old, Tano.”

           “Sure old man, whatever makes you feel better,” Ahsoka teased. She wrapped one arm around Cody in a side hug. Cody’s arm wrapped around her back, his hand resting on her back lekku. Cody huffed when he was reminded that Ahsoka was taller than him now when. It was maybe a two-inch height difference, but it was still a drastic difference from the inches he used to have on her.

           The men on the floor finally stood up, groaning similarly to Cody. Helix huffed. “I don’t know why you all thought that was a good idea.”

           “Bold of you to assume they thought about it all,” Rex said as he rolled his shoulder, grimacing at the movement. “Wolffe sees Cody and turns violent. It was funnier and less painful when we were younger.”

           Luke stood up as Wolffe slapped Rex on the back. He shyly walked over to Ahsoka and smiled at her. Ahsoka smiled back and basked in his warm force signature. It was a nice feeling, especially coupled with Obi-wan’s coolness at her back.

           “Hi, Luke,” Ahsoka greeted. “It is good to see you again.”

           “You too.”

           “Have Obi-wan and Cody been working you?” Ahsoka asked, noting the tan that Luke was sporting.

           Luke smiled. “They’re old and need all the help they can get.”

           Cody scoffed and reached over to flick Luke’s ear. “Brat.”

           Ahsoka hummed. “But I imagine Obi-wan’s been showing how to use the Force to help, yeah?”

           Luke nodded in agreement, but Obi-wan sniffed distastefully (though the mirth in his eyes spoiled the façade). “I have certainly been helping Luke with his connection and use of the Force. But using the Force to do chores would certainly be improper use.”

           “Oh yes,” Cody butted in, rolling his eyes. “and you would never use the Force improperly, cyare.”

           Obi-wan waved a hand dismissively. He turned to Luke and said, “Why don’t you show Leia the bed we have made up for her. When the suns go down a bit, we will take the speeder to gather their supplies.”

           Luke smiled and grabbed Leia’s hand, gently pulling her away. “You’re gonna be bunking with me, if that’s ok? I made sure to clean up the spare parts so it’s not too dirty.”

           Leia chuckled and agreed. Ahsoka looked at Obi-wan and Cody with a brow raised. “Spare parts?”

           “Luke seems to have gotten Anakin’s affinity for droids and electronics.” Obi-wan shrugged. “It’s nice not to have to be the handyman anymore.”

           “And we’ve been a bit relaxed with his room’s cleanliness. As long as no animals are attracted to it, we’re not forcing him to always clean it up,” Cody added. “Kid deserves the freedom.”

           Ahsoka nodded in understanding and chuckled. “Wish you had the same feelings when I was a kid. I think I spent at least an hour standard cleaning my room on the Resolute whenever you both were coming. You never actually saw my rooms, but I was terrified that you would and start quoting the regs about room cleanliness.”

           “I probably would’ve given you a pass, al’verd’ika,” Cody said as he cleaned out his glass, grabbing Ahsoka’s on the way. “Rex’ika, on the other hand….”

           Rex huffed, and Wolffe slapped him on the shoulder. “Don’t worry, Tano. Kote was always the one to fail room checks when we were cadets. Refused to make his rack, say he was just going to sleep in it and mess it up anyway.”

           Ahsoka looked at Cody in disbelief. Sure, when she first meet Cody she was convinced he was a strict, uptight man.  Over the years, she got to know the more relaxed Cody, who was willing to overlook some things. But he was always ready to tell you exactly what the regs said about it before letting it go. Ahsoka was pretty sure that at some point Cody and Echo had a club where they read the reg manuals together. “Huh.”

           Obi-wan chuckled. “Oh, trust me, he still doesn’t like making the bed.”

           Ahsoka scrunched her face reflexively. She knew Obi-wan and Cody slept together, and slept together. It was still weird to be reminded of it, they were her father figures after all. And many of her non-Jedi friends had confirmed they felt the same about their parents. Funnily, Rex seemed to have the same reaction.

           Helix scoffed at their reactions but moved the conversation forward. “Cody’s habits aside, I want a med scan of both of you. You may look ok, but I learned that lesson long ago.”

           Ahsoka watch with amusement as Cody and Obi-wan tried to bargaining their way out of it. They were, as usual, unsuccessful. Ahsoka was again reminded of how much she truly missed her life before the Empire. War aside, the warm glow of family and being loved was fleeting these days. But, in this small homestead on Tatooine, overflowing with people, was saturated in love and safety.

           Ahsoka fully released the last bit of tension she had been holding on to as Rex threw an arm over her shoulder, laughing loudly as Helix shoved Cody into a good position for the med scanner he had produced from nowhere. It was good to be home.

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Mando'a translation: ka'ra'ika- little start (ka'ra- star, 'ika- little) al'verd'ika- little commander (al'verd-commander) cyare- beloved

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