#I would read all the tusken tales

[writerbuddha]

After reading metas, how can you marry someone after they massacre people? And this isn't about having compassion or believing their capable of goodness, I think that's great, but to marry them and technically, cover it up? Maybe I'm talking to the wrong person about this, since you ship anidala, but still it just confuses me so much.

Hello! :) (Sorry, I don't know if you're the same anon, lol)

I would describe myself as someone who greatly appreciates the love story of Lucas second trilogy, as a tale of a doomed relationship of star-crossed lovers, so maybe "ships anidala" is accurate. But to be honest, I differentiate between loving the narrative that George Lucas was telling, and being emotionally invested in their fictional relationship per se. So maybe it's not that accurate.

Regarding your question, I believe this is a very sensitive topic. I think there are two things to consider:

Scale-of-justice view vs. Continuum view

I think it ultimately has to do with one's view on humans. In George Lucas' Star Wars, whether we're good or bad is nothing more and nothing less than whether we're able to control our fear, anger, hate and aggression or we're being controlled by it. If you have this view, you can't really take out one thing from a person's life and say, this and that is what should define them as good person or bad person. When your dark side is in control, you're under the sway of your fear, anger, hate and aggression, greed, so you act in an evil way, you do evil things, under the influence of negative emotions and motivations and so on. That evil behavior arises as a result of certain causes and conditions. A Jedi Knight is someone who controls their dark side through patience and training and going as far to their light side - compassion, love, kindness, charity and hope - as possible, they're dedicating their whole life to achieve this and to radiate onto others. But this is a very hard task and you have to be very diligent about it, you have to work hard and you have to be very disciplined, because your dark side is always there and if you let your guard down, it will erupt. You must be mindful, compassionate, committed and serious.

Being on the light side and in control of the dark side - that's Anakin Skywalker. Being under the sway of the dark side and being on the dark side - that's Darth Vader. What I am trying to say here is that you should try to view him and all others as a continuum and judge them by their current state and not like weighing their actions on a scale and trying to get a verdict based on that. That's one of the core lessons of Lucas' Star Wars. For example, Anakin saved Naboo in Episode I, and in Episode IV, he destroyed Alderaan. I doubt that anyone who watch this, says, well, one planet saved, one planet destroyed, therefore, he is back to square one, whereas scale-of-justice logic requires exactly that conclusion. The scale-of-justice logic cannot make sense of the redemption of Darth Vader, thus, there are many who left bewildered by the fact that he ended up being a manifestation of the Force like Yoda and Obi-Wan, whereas it's actually the conclusion of the view that sees him as a continuum. In Episode III, he was no longer the good man named Anakin and in Episode VI, he was that person once again, and no longer Vader. In the same way, in Episode II, Anakin fell under the sway of his dark side, and he massacred the Tuskens. You can say that he become Darth Vader for that time. Then, he was once again Anakin, and he was tormented by guilt and shame, saying, "I'm a Jedi! I know I am better than this." According to scale-of-justice logic, butchering the Sand People goes into Anakin's permanent record and he must do something very good to balance it, so he can be considered a good person once again, but this is, once again, the flaw of that logic.

Padmé views Anakin this way. She is not marrying the Anakin who is under the sway of his dark side, but the Anakin who is in control of it and who is on his light side. In Episode III, she begs him to turn back into that person. As it's explicitly stated in Episode VI, Anakin is this person's "true self", obscured by his unchecked dark side. He carries Vader as a potential in himself, and Vader carries him as a potential as well. This is why he can to turn into Vader, and back into Anakin.

Sand People: demonized natives or beasts?

As for Sand People, sometimes I wonder how they were meant to be viewed in George Lucas' canon. It's very clear that Anakin butchering the younglings in Episode III and wiping out the entire Tusken village in Episode II are meant to be seen as two very, very different things: Padmé immediately tells Anakin that she cannot stay with him, and she can't do that "Because of what you've done. What you plan to do." Lucas himself said that Padmé would certainly won't be able to live with him after this, although she would still love him. And even though she is well aware of the fact that Anakin massacred Tusken women and children, when Obi-Wan reveals that Anakin killed the younglings in the Jedi Temple, she reacts with saying, "Not Anakin. He couldn't." I saw many who found this ridiculous but it's quite clear that Lucas wants us to separate the two incidents, even though he says that Anakin killing the Tuskens is "completely inappropriate."

We can argue about whether or not it is a good thing, but if we watch the movies and the tv show, we have no real reason to believe that when they were described as creatures who are walking like men but they're actually mindless and vicious and animal-like monsters, it wasn't accurate. In fact, Lucas explicitly stated that he wanted the Tuskens to be introduced as such: deadly, treacherous, disliked, not completely human, as he said. This is not to say that they are not composed of light and dark, like all living things, but they're meant to be seen as a race of bloodthirsty and animal-like, primitive marauder creatures. They're the baboons in Disney's Tarzan.

So, in George Lucas' narrative, what Anakin did was certainly bad, but the emphasis is always on Anakin took lives out of hate, anger and aggression branching from his rage over not being able to have his mother in his life, descending into blind vengeance. A Jedi Knight must not take revenge, no matter what, and must be able to be in control of his dark side. That's the point.

The portrayal of the Tusken Raider as more human, even noble, with complex spirituality and traditions is (and again, we can argue about whether or not it's a good thing, but that's another conversation) coming from Book of Boba Fett and the Mandalorian, and it can be traced back to some Legends works. Viewing Attack of the Clones with this in mind, Anakin massacring the Sand People village is basically the genocide of a tribe of natives and Padmé's reaction to it is deeply concerning and it seems she either ignores it or simply just doesn't care. But in Lucas' narrative, the Tusken raiders, like I wrote it above, are closer to stereotypical baboons. Their death is not acknowledged as something that has the same wight as the death of the younglings. Or the Ewoks, who were prepared to cook Luke and Han. Even more importantly, if you watch the Clone Wars episode Trespass, on the surface, the Talz are very similar to the Tuskens, yet, they're worlds apart, and the story makes sure that their equality is clearly emphasized. If the Tuskens would meant to be seen similarly, there would've been an episode introducing them in a similar way.

The Tuskens are nightmarish nomadic maunderer creatures roaming a desert planet, intelligent and able to create culture, but driven by basic instincts, inspired by horror stories about desert dwelling, nightmarish nomadic maunderer tribes that were based on stereotypical depiction of the Bedouin, who historically raided trade caravans, villages at the margins of settled areas and threatened cities. So, Padmé's reaction to Anakin's confession and she marrying him anyway should be interpreted with this in mind.

Like I said, we can argue about whether or not it's a good thing, but that's another discussion - to be able to have that discussion, I think, it's crucial to clarify, what is the story that was told, how the characters, the creatures, the philosophies etc. were meant to be viewed, because then we can have a clear picture.

#george lucas #anakin skywalker #padmé amidala #anidala #anon ask

[wantonwinnie]

Kenobi Review

9/10. This is about the legends novel by John Jackson Miller, as opposed to the show (which is also good!). Spoilers ahead.

When I saw this was a 14-hour audiobook read, I was interested to see how it would spend that much time. A few hours in (during the setup), I wasn't sure why we were spending this much time around the characters. But it’s always hard to tell whether it’s worth it until the payoff. (By the way, if you're still tired of all the time spent on Tatooine in recent shows, maybe wait to pick this one up, because everything happens there). But once you're ready to dive in for the long-haul, it’ll be worth your time.

The novel offers a compelling tale of small-time heroism, local politics, ancient tales, and unique perspectives. Perhaps most important, I really appreciate Obi-Wan's characterization here. Much like in the canon show, he still hasn't (at all) come to terms with what's happened to him the past few years (or even the past few days, since it starts right after ROTS). He's witty, wanting of action, diplomatic, thoughtful, and empathetic. Most important to me is how he interacted with the Tuskens. In stark contrast to the other settlers, Obi-Wan knows there is goodness in all life, and more so, that the Tuskens are not "savages" or uncivilized. He is unafraid to protect settlers against Tuskens as necessary, but is easily convinced to protect the latter, as well.

Speaking of, the Tuskens are easily one of the hallmarks of the book. All three perspectives (Annileen, A'Yark, and Obi-Wan) are important, but A'Yark adds a new dimension that is largely unexplored. The book plays off of how many people probably remember the Tuskens' depiction in the OT - raiders that stand in the hero's way. Here, they are a living culture, and their plight is well-documented and well-developed. They certainly use violence to achieve their ends, but that end is to rid Tatooine of the settler population that extracts resources from the environment, a far cry from a one-dimensional outlook.

There are also a lot of funny moments. Like with everything he does, Kenobi seems to always get into the middle of the action everywhere he goes. The only thing he can do is completely seclude himself, which I reckon is one of the lessons he takes from the experiences he has here. Plus, everyone seems to fawn over this guy, even his enemies. It’s hilarious and highly appropriate.

By the end, I really appreciated the time the book took to develop the environment of the oasis and A'Yark's tribe. I enjoyed seeing the character arcs develop, and I think Obi-Wan was highly affected by these events too. Of course, there are parts that do conflict with canon (in the book he immediately moves into his Jundland wastes hovel), but his emotions and actions are still appropriate and interesting for canon-purposes. If you can square those in your mind, it'll still be a fun ride, because like 90% of the rest of the book is canon consistent anyway.

Miller is two for two, and Im very interested in his other works as a result. A New Dawn is one of my sneaky favorite novels, and I could see this one in the top ten. It’s a methodical but fulfilling read, and I recommend it for anyone.

#kenobi #obi wan kenobi #A'Yark #annileen calwell #tatooine #tuskens #john jackson miller #star wars #reviews #my posts

[see8gras8kopf]

„A long, long time ago there was a Krayt Dragon which lived in the Great Dune Sea.“ Cozy nights and Tusken Tales.

#bobadin #bobadin art #din djarin #din djarin art #boba fett #boba fett art #grogu #clan of three #the mandalorian #mandalorian #star wars #art #my art tag #it is cozytember #I would read all the tusken tales

[ryehouses]

for povs i think itd be cool to see the pov of someone who works at the palace, or something like that. fennec talking about din's main character disease makes me wonder about how people who aren't friends with din but still around him a little amount see him. if it's bad for fennec, who actually speaks to him and sees his more "relaxed"/"normal" side, how it is for others must be good

also cause i love tusken's, more ushib (she's my fav) or any others would be so fun. a short pov from a'shek could be cool too.

anyway, i'd read from any pov lol. love your work and can't wait for more, though also no pressure <3

hello hello! thanks for stopping by!

a (very short, by my standards) a'shek pov for you! i didn't have much from him, but i did have this fragment from chapter 12, "ba'balut," while the spotted anooba are traveling towards the oasis!

The winds finally died down on the fifth night of traveling through the desert, allowing A’Shek to get a better look at the Mandalorian.

They had ridden together for five days and had spent four nights huddled together around the campfire to ward off the desert’s chill, so A’Shek knew the Mandalorian well enough already, but he still appreciated the chance to get a clearer look at him. He had heard many things about this Mandalorian, and wanted to know how many of them were true.

The Mandalorian had killed a Greater Krayt. This A’Shek knew for certain, because that was the sort of news that passed quickly from tribe to tribe. Greater Krayts – the rah’tin, the Terrible Ones – were a threat to an entire tribe. To slay one was no easy thing, as the Sun Rock had been proudly proclaiming all over the sands for months, but the Mandalorian had done it.

Of course, it helped that the Mandalorian had armor, like the thick scales of a krayt dragon’s hide. That armor glittered now, turned nearly white by the light of the moons.

But it is not just armor, A’Shek thought, watching the Mandalorian.

If armor was all one needed to slay a rah’tin, A’Shek was sure someone would’ve managed it by now. Despite what A’Karan – who was now just scattered bones, picked over by junda birds and urusai, with his head very satisfyingly adorning a pike outside A’Shek’s winter tent – had preached, there were other tribes who had A’Shek’s view, and were keen to try new things. Some young warrior somewhere had probably tried to fashion his own armor from ghuy’ra scrap.

No, it is not just armor.

The Mandalorian was tuskra too. He’d claimed so in the canyonlands, when A’Shek had come across the Mandalorian on a hunt. A’Shek recognized that claim. Even if he hadn’t run into Sun Rock scouts a few days prior to seeing the Mandalorian, A’Shek remembered the White Bantha’s tales, from rains and rains ago.

They had found an outsider in the desert, wounded by a bladeback boar that had been fatally wounded in its turn. The White Bantha had taken that outsider in, as was custom – bladebacks, while easier to slay than a Greater Krayt, were still a dangerous enemy.

The White Bantha had offered their outsider alain’ah. The outsider had lived. By all the laws of the sands and the winds he had been made tuskra then, and tuskra he was still, even though he’d left Tatooine.

A’Shek could see the shape of that, now. It was hard to get a good look at the Mandalorian in the sands. He was wary, around A’Shek and his warriors, and tended to keep his distance even when on the back of a speeder.

A’Shek didn’t mind. He’d rather have a wary dragon-slayer than an overconfident one. A’Karan had been prone to overconfidence and had died for it. A’Shek was determined not to follow the same path, and appreciated the Mandalorian for reminding him of that determination.

But we are nearly at the oasis, now. A’Shek and his band would be upon the slavers – the ghuy’ra – who had dared to raid A’Shek’s land. Who had stolen his people and poisoned his waters.

We will fight soon.

And A’Shek was not the sort of chieftain who went to war with a warrior he did not know – did not understand – fighting at his side.

A’Shek knew his own warriors. A’Timma and A’Ken, who had fought with A’Shek against A’Karan and the old ways, and even young A’Shasta, who preferred his songs and stories to war but fought anyway, when the Spotted Anooba needed him to fight.

But A’Shek did not know the Mandalorian. He could see the Mandalorian now. How he moved. How he stood. How he was used to the weight of the spear he carried across his back, which shone like a shard of moonlight.

A dragon-slayer, A’Shek thought, watching the Mandalorian across their crackling campfire. A brother of the White Bantha. A treasured friend of the Sun Rock.

A warrior of the Spotted Anooba, if A’Shek – and Ushib, who had taken Boba Fett as her own son despite A’Karan’s fierce protests – had his way.

But first, A’Shek thought, standing up. All of his warriors turned their attention to him. They knew what was coming. A’Shek had tested each of them too, as they had traveled through the desert.

They knew who still had not been tested.

The Mandalorian knew it too. He did not rise, not at first. He just lifted his chin in A’Shek’s direction, rather like a bladeback boar flashing its tusks.

A’Shek smiled and leveled his gaderffii at the Mandalorian. The Mandalorian, to his credit, did not flinch.

Come, he said, tracing the shape of the words in the air. Spar with me.

A’Shek wanted to see what this dragon-slayer could do for himself.

#ast asks #thank you! #a'shek needs to make an appearance some time i do love him #ast 'verse pov tag

[ashcroft-writes]

what did you think of episode 6 of the book of boba fett?

Hoooooooo my first anon ask and it's for my opinion on something Star Wars, the most INFAMOUS of minefields FJKDSJFKDLSFJDSKLFJDSKLFJDKSLFDS

But you know what, who doesn't like having opinions? So thank you for giving me an outlet for them, heh. Readers, please note! This contains spoilers from Episode 6 of BoBF below the jump! If you don't wanna be spoiled... cease reading now.

Also, like, I have a LOT of words, so there's that LMAO

So in Star Wars, I'm actually a really mellow viewer. I actively try to have a good time, avoid opinion screeds, and usually just pick out what I like and move on, even if there's a lot of bad—for me, canon's like a series of fun data points that fic can tamper with if it wants. This is because I know well that Star Wars tends to... well... eventually let people down when they have a lot of high hopes pinned on specific stories or characters and how they want those tales to be told. It's a beautiful, incredible sandbox. But sometimes it's terrible and messy lmao.

"Attachment leads to suffering" Jedi wisdom FJDSKJFDSKLFJDSKL

Anyway, speaking of that... Episode 6... ha, well, I'm going to assume you asked my opinion because I'm a noted passionate fan of BANE BOY! So I'll focus on him.

Genuinely, holy shit, I'm still kind of surprised he finally made it to live action at all! I've long thought Bane is a natural choice for it, since Mandalorian season one saw the showrunners going hard for that wonderful Space Western vibe. Still, I tended to love The Mandalorian best when it wasn't under the weight of cameos, and made us love it for what it was, not what fanservice it might provide.

BoBF has, I feel, struggled sometimes with standing on its own two feet despite a few genuinely engaging moments (I am a huge sucker for all the Tusken tribe cultural developments.) So as time went on, I started hoping less for a Bane cameo. I was actually quite content with the wonderful hyperdosage injected directly into my veins in Bad Batch anyway. The guy works exquisitely well in animation! I knew bringing Bane to live action would require a very particular and careful application of real world effects and CGI, and a really talented actor that's good with emoting despite alien makeup (Doug Jones was my own personal fancast, if anyone was wondering. Google an image of him as Abe Sapien in Hellboy, and like, you'll get it... and also how Bane's makeup might have been...)

Anyway, er... BoBF just has not excelled strongly in the effects department on occasion. Sometimes, it looks really good, I swear! And sometimes... it *exceedingly does not*, and it's almost baffling to me.

But never mind all that, because then I saw HIM. APPEAR.

I had thoughts.

They went like this.

1: ohhhhHHHHHHHHHHHH! HOLY SHIT IS THAT. THAT MIRAGE IN THE DISTANCE. HAT? DID I SEE HAT?!?!?!?! HAT!!!!! They didn't! No way!!!

2: Okay, we know the makeup isn't gonna be stellar; they don't have the budget and/or they seem to be going for A New Hope level of alien effects a little too strongly elsewhere. Brace yourself. Breathe. Breathe.

3: HAT. HAT. IT'S. IT'S MY BOY. HE HAS *ARRIVED!!!* I CANNOT BELIEVE THIS IS HAPPENING. (incoherent screaming)

4: Oh thank the FORCE they kept his voice!!!

5: Ohhhhhhh noooooooooooooooooooo my boy's faaaaace oh no I knew it wasn't gonna be good but oh noooooo (focus on the hat, Ashcroft, the hat is good, focus on the HAT)

6: DON'T YOU DO IT COBB. DON'T YOU DO IT. I LIKE YOU, BUT MY BOY IS AN ASSHOLE. HE WILL SHOOT YOU.

7. My boy's haaaaands nooooooooooo

8: *Cobb noooooo I told you!!!* *sobbing* (Oh thank goodness he might not be dead)

9: Well it could have been worse.

And... "well, it could have been worse!" being my main takeaway emotion regarding the execution... I'm almost laughing, because that's exactly what I expected. I dreamed big, then got sucker punched by something neither near as flawless as it was in my headspace nor as awful as it could be. There's Star Wars for you! Really a monkey's paw in wish fulfillment, hahaha. My biggest hot take: Filoni and crew *desperately* need to consult with the internet's boundless monster/alienfuckers to capture *all* of why Bane's so well liked before they do his makeup again. :P Regardless, Bane's appearance, no matter that, has given me several awesome canon data points I am particularly enamored of.

1. He has survived the Empire like a damn ornery cockroach, and I love that!

2. From his dialogue, it could be read that he's neither a fan of Fett NOR the Empire, and like, my stories were going to explore this anyway, so that works out great for me and my readers. I love that also!

3. ALL THESE YEARS LATER. AND HE IS STILL SUCH AN ASSHOLE. FJSKLFJDSKLFJDSKLFJDSKLFDS And with such a flair for the dramatic... the most old westy entrance he could have had, and he did it. Bless. Anyway, I can work with all this *just* fine.

I confess, I am slightly nervous forming and posting opinions on the matter before BoBF finishes out—what if I get MORE monkey's paw wish fulfillment??? We'll see what I pick up like I'm a magpie hunting for shinies and what I ignore. I actually already had some notions for my story's Bane this far in the future that don't entirely line up with what's going on here anyhow. Truly, all that matters to me is that everything has the potential to inspire more story thoughts.

Thanks for your question, anon! :D Y'all are welcome to share your own thoughts on BoBF in my inbox too everyone; just keep it civil.

#ashcroft answers #star wars #book of boba fett #bobf spoilers

[thewayofthemandalorian]

pretty to think - oneshot

Pairing: Din Djarin x F!Reader Rating: T Word count: 3,481 Summary:  You meet the Mandalorian when he arrives on your planet in search of help and the two of you feel a mutual attraction as he helps your village. Notes: So, this came out of nowhere! I watched episode 2.01 “Chapter 9: The Marshal” early this morning, which is fantastic. I woke up with this fic almost fully formed in my mind. As such, this oneshot contains heavy spoilers for the first episode of season two of The Mandalorian. If you have not seen it and do not want to be spoiled, carry on and wait until after you have seen the episode. I repeat: spoilers for the season premiere of The Mandalorian. As always, the fic will be below the cut. I am tagging everyone on my taglist, but do not feel obliged to read it until after you have watched the episode if you haven’t already Warnings: The ever-so-briefest mention of sex (blink and you’ll miss it), death mention.

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As the twin suns rose on Tatooine, you sighed. Another mundane day. Nothing exciting ever happened on Tatooine. Not since the end of the war six years ago. Mos Pelgo was the epitome of boring to begin with, but after the war was won by the Rebel Alliance, things had become even more dreary.

It was lonely, living out here by yourself. Your family had been killed by imperial soldiers, leaving you by yourself. At least the marshal Cobb Vanth was kind and fair, he tried to keep the peace, despite the rumblings and the Tusken Raiders. The armour he wore intrigued you. It was Mandalorian armour, though a Mandalorian he was not. You knew whose armour that belonged to before Cobb had traded for it with the Jawas. It had been Boba Fett’s. Boba was once touted to be the greatest bounty hunter in the galaxy. After he had fallen to his death six years ago in a Sarlaac pit over in Mos Eisley during a skirmish with Rebel pilot Han Solo, who’d once been a quarry of Fett’s, rumblings of another Mandalorian bounty hunter had begun to emerge.

You vaguely remembered hearing about a rogue Mandalorian bounty hunter arriving on Tatooine about six months ago, wondering if it was him. It had been reported that he had a peculiar child in tow, that the child was why he had gone rogue in the first place. You had always wanted to meet a real Mandalorian. You’d met Boba Fett a number of times, but he frightened you. And while hardly anyone survived a fall into a Sarlaac pit, you had the strangest feeling that Fett wasn’t really dead.

As you made your way to the cantina, not the career your mother had foreseen her only daughter ever having, you heard a speeder bike in the distance. While nothing uncommon on Tatooine, one of the few modes of speedy transportation, the sound of the speeder bike filled you with a hope that you could not quite place.

As you greeted your co-worker, you wondered, as you always did, why the cantina needed two bartenders. Your male co-worker seemed to be able to hold down the fort just fine without you for backup. You liked your co-worker: he was no-nonsense, but easy-going.

You had just settled into your shift when you heard the tell-tale sound of Mandalorian boots. Strange, you frowned. Vanth didn’t usually arrive at this hour.

“Morning, Cobb,” you greeted, not looking up from the glasses you were cleaning.

The voice you were met with was not Cobb’s. “Good morning.” You looked up.

Instead of dingy, worn down armour, this Mandalorian had a suit of armour that was high-quality, full beskar steel, you thought. What looked to be a mudhorn decorated his left pauldron. Behind him, a small green child stood. Your heart melted at the sight of the little one, and stuttered at the sight of the Mandalorian standing before you.

“Hi,” you said stupidly, forgetting that you had already greeted him. “Can I help you with something?” you managed to get out.

“I’m looking for a Mandalorian.”

The Mandalorian seemed to be inspecting you, paying no mind to your co-worker, who piped up, “We don’t get many visitors in these parts. Can you describe him?”

“Someone who looks like me,” was the Mandalorian’s reply. Damn, he sounded so confident.

“Oh, you mean Cobb Vanth? Our marshal?” asked your co-worker.

“Your marshal wears Mandalorian armour?” asked the Mandalorian who stood before you.

“See for yourself,” said your co-worker as Cobb Vanth walked in, going back to his task. You couldn’t help but watch.

Cobb greeted you by name, wishing you a good morning. You offered him a weak smile as he asked for a flagon of spotchka. Knowing a little about Mandalorian culture, you knew that the Mando who you had just met would not be able to partake. You brought two glasses anyhow. Maybe this Mandalorian would surprise you.

You offered a genuine smile to the Mandalorian as you delivered the drinks to the table he had taken with Vanth. You wondered, as you hadn’t wondered with Cobb, if Mando had offered a smile in return to you. He certainly kept his helmeted gaze on you for a long moment before Cobb cleared his throat.

Pulling your gaze from him, you let the Mandalorian and the marshal know that if they needed anything, just ask. Keeping an eye on the baby that was entertaining himself with a little pot on the floor, you busied yourself, not really paying attention to what they were saying. A couple of modulated words filtered through your ears and you found yourself wondering what his voice sounded like without the modulator.

For Maker’s sake! you chided yourself, you’re lonely, but you’re not that lonely, are you?

* * *

Din Djarin’s gaze landed on you as he spoke to the Marshal who wore the stolen armour. It should belong with his own people, not worn by some imposter who wanted to appear tough. You looked sad, he thought. He recognized it because it was the same loneliness that met him every time he glanced in a mirror when his helmet was off.

You were kind and considerate and lovely, Din thought as you wiped down a glass mug. He noticed how you kept an eye on the kid, who was enjoying himself, playing with the decorative vase. The look in your eye was a tender one - you were clearly enamoured with the kid. You stifled a giggle as the baby attempted to take a bite of it.

Just then the entire ground shook and rumbled. A panicked look crossed your face, one that screamed, no, not again.

From the looks on both your and Vanth’s faces, whatever it was that had caused the earthquake, seemed to be a common occurrence.

“The dragon,” explained Cobb. Mando seemed incredulous. “I tell you what, you help me kill that thing, and in return, I’ll give you my armour.”

From the corner of his eye, Din could see your eyes widen.

“Simple. I’ll take the Crest and shoot it from above,” said Mando, noticing the way you sharpened at that, your breath hitching at his confidence.

“It’s not that simple,” you said, trying to keep your voice even. “It only has one weak spot.”

Of course it does, thought Din, noticing for the first time how his kid had hidden in that urn on the floor.

He turned back to Cobb. “Take me to it,” he said.

You, your co-worker and Vanth shared a look.

“All right,” said Cobb.

Mando turned to you, next. “And you, mesh’la. Come with us, too. We may need backup.”

You had no idea what mesh’la meant, but it made you feel warm, whatever the word was. “Are you sure? Wouldn’t -”

The Mandalorian cut you off. “Yes, I’m sure.”

Giving Cobb an inquisitory glance, he nodded. “All right, so long as it’s fine with you?” you addressed your co-worker.

“Kid, this Mando and Cobb are probably going to be our only customers for the next several hours. I think I’ll be okay.” He had a point.

You nodded, facing Mando in the visor, where you thought his eyes would be beneath the helmet. “All right.”

The Mandalorian had a speeder bike, Cobb had a speeder. You had nothing.

“Hop on,” said the Mandalorian.

Flummoxed, you said, “Are you -?”

“Mesh’la, I wouldn’t tell you to if I wasn’t sure.” Though his voice was resolute, it was not unkind. You found you rather liked it.

Getting on behind him, you gingerly grabbed ahold of his waist, his cape getting in the way slightly. Your hands landed on his tunic, just above his utility belt. He was warm and smelled faintly of blaster residue. The pulse rifle he carried on his back was tucked away safely, along with his child.

Trying to be as subtle as possible, you leaned yourself against the Mandalorian’s back, getting as comfortable as possible on a speeder bike made for one.

Din didn’t mind.

* * *

Mercifully, it wasn’t a long ride. You were stopped by Tusken Raiders. As the three of you disembarked from the speeders, you were shocked to discover that the Mandalorian could speak Tusken. You supposed that he had picked it up on his many journeys to different worlds and the different Rims. What other languages could he speak? you wondered.

Speaking shaky Tusken yourself, you helped translate. The Tuskens were also tired of the krayt dragon, a “leviathan” as the marshal kept referring to it; you couldn’t think of a more apt description.

As discussions continued, you sat next to Mando, continuing to translate as he spoke with the Raiders.

It turned out that they were as tired as the rest of the village about the feud that had gone on between them and you. Though you had never had any real trouble with the Tuskens, it was frustrating how long this strife had been going on, and it was getting petty.

As you walked towards the krayt dragon’s lair, you fell into step next to the Mandalorian.

“What’s someone like you doing in Mos Pelgo?” the Mandalorian asked.

You shrugged. “I was born in Mos Eisley, but after my parents … after the Rebels had claimed their victory, I relocated here.”

Mando nodded in commismeration. He, too, knew what it was like to lose family. “I’m sorry,” he said genuinely, “for your loss.”

Smiling sadly at the bounty hunter, you carried on. “I just figured it would be easier to relocate here, away from all the chaos that had reigned supreme with the Hutts and the Empire.”

Din could understand that, too.

“What about you?” you asked, gesturing to the child that was still strapped securely in the carrier bag, “how does a Mandalorian end up with a creature like that?”

The Mandalorian paused, wondering how quickly word spread about his break from the Guild. His need to keep his adoptive son safe. “It’s a long story,” he said simply. “I am trying to find his people. I need the remaining Mandalorians’ help me find a pathway to them.”

You looked back at the baby again. “And who are his people?” you asked, hoping that you weren’t overstepping any bounds. You didn’t really know this man, and yet, you felt more at ease with him than you had ever felt with anyone else.

“A race of sorcerers called Jedi,” explained the Mandalorian. “They can move objects with their minds.”

Something clicked in your mind, just then. “You mean like Luke Skywalker?” you asked.

“Luke Skywalker? I’ve not heard that name before.” The Mandalorian was intrigued.

Finally, something you knew with confidence. “Luke was my neighbour back in Mos Eisley. He’s not that much older than I am. He’s a Jedi. He trained under Ben Kenobi. Rumour has it, he and his sister General Leia Organa are the children of Darth Vader.” You rambled on.

“Where is he, now? Do you know?” Mando asked, almost desperately. Maybe this Luke Skywalker could help him.

“I don’t know, I’m sorry. It’s been six years since the end of the war, and I didn’t really see him all that much before then. He was a leading player in the Rebellion.”

Din wondered faintly if Cara knew of a Luke Skywalker.

Smiling at Mando, you said, “He was nice. Luke. A bit odd, but nice all the same.”

Having arrived at the former Sarlaac pit, you, Cobb, Mando, and the Tuskens tried to figure out a plan, if there was a way to kill this beast once and for all.

You were slightly taken aback when Mando volunteered the village without consulting anyone else, but you and Cobb both agreed that it was the most logical conclusion. It was the only feasible way that the dragon could be defeated.

* * *

You slept next to the Mandalorian that night, the three of you deciding that, with the hatchet buried between your people and the Tusken Raiders, it would be safe for you to sleep out here.

Glancing up at the stars, you were slightly startled when the Mandalorian took your hand in his. “I don’t … get to do this very often,” he said as Vanth snored softly a few feet away.

“Hold hands with someone?” you teased quietly.

What sounded to be a chuckle escaped the modulator. “Well, that too. But I meant star-gazing. I don’t really have an opportunity to.” The baby let out a quiet snore as he shuffled in the Mandalorian’s secure hold.

This surprised you. “Really? All the many planets and worlds you see and you don’t look up at the stars?” you asked quietly.

The Mandalorian shrugged. “I don’t really have the time to, looking for bounties, or taking care of the kid,” he said.

“Are you … are you the Mandalorian that was here a few months back?” you asked. “The one that broke with the guild because of the baby?”

If it was prying, the Mandalorian didn’t respond to it that way. “Yes,” he said simply. There was more to that story, you knew it. But you wouldn’t pry any longer. “As I said earlier, it is a long, complicated story.” You nodded, missing his gloved hand as he pulled it back to stroke the child’s ear.

“We should sleep,” you said. “We have an eventful day ahead of us tomorrow.”

The Mandalorian grunted sleepily, half a snore as he spoke. “Mmm-hmm. Rest, cyar’ika.”

Another word you didn’t recognize.

As you drifted into a dreamless sleep, you thought that you wanted to get to know this Mandalorian better. He was a man of duality. He had a ruthless side, which appeared to you to be mostly for show, an intimidation so that people might take him seriously. But he also had a compassionate side, the side you thought was the true Mandalorian. You thought back to the way he had greeted the Tusken Raiders and their pets, with kindness and grace, teaching the marshal about the history of the people who had for so long had strife with Cobb’s with patience. From what you had gathered in the little time that you spent with this man, he seemed to be a compassionate man, a man that you longed to get to know.

* * *

The four of you, plus a group of the Raiders, left just before dawn. It didn’t take long to get back to the village.

Mando let you drive the speeder bike this time, his gloved hands resting firmly against your hips as you drove, very nearly distracting you. The baby cooed with delight as you swerved a womp rat.

After you arrived at the village, you stood with Mando and Cobb as they addressed the rest of the villagers who had gathered to hear what they had to say. They were afraid, and reacted poorly to the Tuskens’ presence.

Unsurprisingly, both Mando and Cobb explained that enough was enough. It was time to move past this rivalry. Most of the townspeople seemed to agree, albeit reluctantly.

As you walked to the side as the entire village made the trek to the monster’s pit, the Mandalorian came up to you, a blaster in tow. “Do you know how to use one of these?” he asked.

Nodding, you said, “Yeah. I live on Tatooine, I kind of have to.”

Mando nodded at you. “You’re clear on the plan?”

Taking the blaster from him, you looked him right in the helmet. “Yes.”

You were nervous. Din couldn’t blame you. He was nervous, too, though he would not admit it. It would be silly not to be nervous. Reassuringly, he said, “This is going to work,” laying a gentle hand on your shoulder.

It did work. Eventually.

You couldn’t hear what Mando had to say to Cobb, but when he walked past you towards the Bantha carrying the explosives, a pit formed in your stomach that had nothing to do with the stench of the dragon’s vomit that it had sprayed on most everyone.

Giving you one final glance, Mando bounded for the beast, your heart dropping to your stomach.

A moment passed. Two.

Then suddenly, there was a large explosion as the Mandalorian flew free from the dragon.

It was dead. Mos Pelgo was no longer threatened. The Tuskens were satisfied. The Mandalorian was safe.

As the rest of the villagers disposed of the monster’s body, you shyly walked up to Mando, a damp rag in your clutch.

“You have … dragon gunk all over you,” you said, gesturing to his helmet and armour.

Tentatively, you wiped the beskar clean of the green stuff, leaving it sparkling clean.

“Thank you,” said the Mandalorian.

Cobb stepped up then, noticing that Mando was making to leave for his ship back in Mos Eisley. “Thank you for helping us. True to my word, here is the armour. It belongs with your people.”

The two men shook hands. “I hope we meet again,” said Mando. Vanth nodded in agreement and left the two of you - and the baby, who was safely tucked into the carrier bag - to say goodbye.

“Thank you for all your help,” said Mando.

You didn’t know what to say other than, “I’ll miss you.” You reached out and grabbed his gloved hand in your own hand, giving it a squeeze before making to go back to the cantina.

As you were just about to pull free of his grip, Mando said, “Come with me.”

You blinked.

Were you hearing this right?

“Really?” you asked.

Mando nodded. “I could use a crew member of your skill on the ship, plus the kid likes you.”

Heart hammering in your chest, you nodded wordlessly.

“Yeah?” asked the Mandalorian.

Nodding again, you said, “Yes, Mando. I will come with you.”

Grabbing your pack, you said a quick goodbye to the Marshal and the members of the village that you had gotten along with before slipping onto the back of the speeder bike behind Mando, wrapping your arms around his waist securely.

He kicked the bike to life and off you went.

* * *

It was a memory you had often, how you and your husband met. You thought about it sometimes as you drifted into sleep with him or when you kissed him good morning or good night.

Both you and Din knew that it was love relatively soon after he had asked you to join him on the Razor Crest.

While it had taken some getting used to, not being able to see the man who you loved’s face until you did the riduur ceremony a year later, you had foud loopholes to the creed. Din hadn’t minded, knowing that one day you would be his wife.

“What are you thinking about, ner kar’ta?” he asked you one night in bed as you smiled sleepily against his neck, your body draped across his.

“How we met,” you said.

Din smiled, kissing your forehead as he stroked your bare back with gloveless hands. “One of my favourite memories, my love.”

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some headcanon about Luke childhood and adolescence on Tatooine?

Oh sure thing! Now, I’d definitely use a lot of what is talked about already.

Luke was sort of exiled from most people, especially any of those who are close to his age. 

Now, Tatooine is a hella lonely planet. I recently reblogged an amazing chart that has so many planets, their systems/rims, stats, etc. and it provides so much info. Like how it is estimated only around 200,000 people live on all of Tatooine. The clumps of population are sort of spread out and hopping from one town to the next is not just something you can just get up and do. So Luke has almost no opportunity to even find friends.

I pictures that Biggs actually didn’t like Luke at first when they were kids. That he followed the group and that his family maybe urged for him to stay away from that boy, something just wasn’t quite right to him. The Lars were a rather respectable sort but they were still...odd. His father Cliegg was a pretty good man who saved and married Shmi Skywalker after his wife died, and Shmi was a good soul too...but there were so many rumors about her and her son who she claimed did not have a father. The son that won a race, threw a lot into chaos, and disappeared with cloaked figures. Lars claims this boy is the son of the missing child of Shmi, who had died when all that dramatics happened in the Core Worlds.

It was just...odd. And Luke was odd. Yes, there have been kids born with blond-ish hair and blue eyes before...but the colors were always darker. Their eyes would be such dark blue that they probably could look brown in some light and usually when they reach the teenage years the hair was already starting to darken. It was just a sort of normal thing on the planet. Pretty much everyone grew up too. Even the most measly of slaves had to have girth and strength on them to be of any use on this planet.

Luke just was always slightly off. His hair remained this pretty gold, his eyes were such a strange hue of blue, his face never took on a tough or quite masculine appearance, and he was just small. He was lanky and awkward and just never jumped in height like most kids. He was pathetically weak looking which is enough for most to keep their distances because if you’re around someone weak you could get drug down too.

Then there was those weird things that happen around him. Creatures that normally stayed hidden in the depths of the Tatooine desert and never inched close to towns would be found skulking and whimpering around the Lars’ property, always clawing at the wall that surrounded Luke’s room. The kid always knew where to search for a new well. He could sense when a seller is not being quite honest. He picked up blaster shooting quicker than any other child and could always find his target.  He knew how to use a speeder masterfully when he was ten. Beru’s plants sprouted with Luke nearby and gave them vegetables even during the drier months. He could predict things. And, as a child, when he had his rare tantrums things seemed to move. Then there was the fact that mysterious old Ben could be seen, only just, in the background, watching over the kid.

So, yeah, Luke was not seen as a welcomed sort.

But he was so stubborn and so eager for attention and to make friends that Biggs had a hard time fighting him off. The kid just managed to always find him so he just sorta gave up. He wasn’t about to bash a kid built like a twig’s nose in. That wasn’t exactly honorable. And well...Luke is actually pretty fun. He was always excited to go on adventures. He said yes to most anything. He was up for any dare. No matter what happened, he would always smile about it, just happy to be included. Biggs found he had far more fun with this kid than most anyone else so he just took him under his wing. Biggs was probably one of the more popular guys growing up so a lot of people left Luke alone after that, just primarily ignoring him or a cruel name tossed his way and or there.

Luke got kidnapped at least once in “cannon” but I believe that the Hutts would’ve tried to get him for the slave market. Maybe he wouldn’t sell for too much on Tatooine but he was clearly growing up into something pretty and different and that could be a lot of credits for them. Obi-Wan put a stop to it the moment he realized Luke had their attention and no one looked for Luke after that.

He tried to run away once, because he just felt so drained and empty on Tatooine, but Owen found him and dragged him back and scolded him so bad that Luke’s early stages of guilt-complex really ignited. He didn’t mention leaving for a little while after that. But he clearly was desperate to leave.

Luke had a lot of weird dreams. Sometimes even when he was awake. He could see and hear things that were there but...not. Sometimes it was foggy and blurry but he could make out a tall man who blinked from human to a black mass, breathing like a monster. Sometimes it was a man with white robes and long hair and a beard who would smile at him and give him a pat on his head, his expression calm and knowing but always gentle and comfortable. Sometimes the man would blur and Luke could see a hole in his stomach. Sometimes he would see a tall woman who glowed and had glowing green hair who would hold him close, calling him the Light’s child. Other times there was this odd pull to...someone...his mirror. Not his reflection but...yet she, as he knew it was a she, was. This other part of him. And sometimes he swore she felt him right back. He could sometimes hear a little thrum, it sounded like someone like him, but maybe younger...or maybe older, asking for the dark to please leave. He could hear another boy, someone Luke was connected to in some way, full of so much anger and kindness as he donned himself in armor. And sometimes he saw a pale monster, cackling in the shadows, with glowing yellowed eyes and who felt like decay.

Most times, he just never felt quite alone. Like there was something, or multiple somethings, always there. This pull, this connection, to everything. When he focused on it too much it made him very tired so he didn’t do it too often.

He didn’t talk about these things to his family either. 

Luke asked about his parents a lot but his aunt and uncle always refused to tell him much. They claimed to only have a little information on his father and knew nothing of his mother. He never gave up, trying to get as many stories from them as possible but it was always the same four to five stories each time.

Luke felt, or at least believed he felt, that his parents did love him and didn’t abandon him. They just died, which was sad but quite normal on Tatooine. He still wished he could see their faces and hear their voices. He usually just called them Mother and Father in his head, as a slight way to detach himself from the pain, cause Luke would be the sort who would call them mommy and daddy when he was young and then mom and dad when he was older. Mother and Father was just this...title he had for two strangers he wished he knew.

Luke still loved them very much and liked to pretend they would show up on the doorstep one day and pull him into a hug, holding him tight, and promising to never leave him again. That they would all stay together.

Luke thrived off of fairy-tale like stories and could never get enough speed in his life. Politics were never something he understood. He had plans on joining the Imperial Academy the moment he was able to become a pilot and travel across the galaxy. He could probably earn credits and get his own place and maybe take care of his aunt and uncle. He often wondered if he could be a hero.

He caused mischief but mostly on accident. He did not need much to keep him occupied and Owen realized he was very good with building, taking care of, and communicating with droids than most.

When he was seventeen to eighteen, folks who were a lot older or a very unsavory would approach Owen to try and get a deal to marry Luke.  He was still small and lanky, but people were beginning to notice he was prettier than some girls. Even some from the Hutt’s circle came in with offers to marry Luke into their protection--he could even live at the palace. Owen always rejected every proposal and kept Luke even closer to home after that, rarely letting him leave unless he was with Biggs. After Biggs left, it was always a battle to let Luke leave the farm. It made Luke smothered and a bit exhausted and whiny. He was nearing twenty and he was still treated like this delicate child.

Luke did have a massive crush on Biggs but never acted on it. Other than that he was far more interested in other things. 

He was good in picking up most languages by ear, he seemed to know Binary from the start, but he could never do well with speaking. it always sounded awkward to him. Beru taught him to read and write and she found if Luke only had a few texts, after a few lessons he would start to pick things up. Before he leaves, he is fluent in understanding Basic, Binary, Huttese, Jawaese, and Tusken sign. He can’t speak a lick of anything outside of Basic. 

Luke was always very kind and apologetic to whoever he met. He always felt he was something wrong and broken and would try to not bother anyone if he could. If something happened he was quick to blame himself (picked up from a lot of his interaction with the people of Tatooine and, unintentionally, from his aunt and uncle who did appear fearful of him at times). He puts other people first and has a hard time seeing other having faults but rather he is so broken that he makes them have faults.

He loves sweets but for savory, his was a big fan of things like rice and bread (I swear, in a Modern AU Luke would almost live off of Japanese rice and would be someone who could actually cook it (cause i can’t and it breaks my heart) and could just eat it as is or he just has it as the foundation for every meal) with some vegetables. He did not grow up with seasoning so he has no idea how to really use it...but would grow to enjoy it after some time.

Luke loves anything dog-like. He probably won over some Tusken’s because their dogs adored Luke.

Luke is amazing at engineering...but ask him what 6+6 is and he’ll probably go blank. Don’t make the poor boy think. He runs on instinct and can easily short-circuit his brain if he tries to think about what he is doing (cause often he shouldn’t really know it as he wasn’t taught it, he just somehow knows what to do)

Just cause of how Tatooine is...it is possible Luke has rarely been hugged and potentially rarely told he was loved.

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The Apprentice Read on AO3

Pairing: Din Djarin/F!Reader Rating: E for Explicit, Of Course Wordcount: 5k+ Summary: Peli Motto took you off the streets of Tatooine to become one of the best apprentices she's ever had - but honestly, the DUM droids are setting the bar pretty low. Still, you work out well for the first few months until an armored Mandalorian stranger lands with a busted-up ship and a strange magic baby and, well, you're intrigued. Even though you know you shouldn't be. Peli's always teling you to keep away from anything hot but sometimes, to fix something, you have to stick your hand straight into the fire.

Chapter One  - The Arrival

“Hey, Peli! We got some hunk o’ junk requesting to land. Want me to tell him where to shove his rusty old comm signal?”

The older woman cranes over your shoulder as you swivel in the rickety chair in front of the array of control and communication panels. You’ve been working at Hangar Three-Five for a few months now, and you know it takes all sorts of ‘customers’ to keep a place like this running - but honestly. You’re surprised the wreck requesting the bay can even fly.

You’re even more surprised when Peli takes one look at the screen and shoves you out of the chair, hastily pressing the transmit button.

“Clearin’ you to land, Razor Crest,” she says hurriedly. “Sorry for the delay.” She takes her hand off the button and straightens to glare at you. “Never assume like that again, Girl,” she says,  using your least favourite nickname for you. “That hunk o’ junk just might be my favorite customer.”

You gape at her as you brush off your coveralls. “You serious, Peli? I mean - are you sure, ma’am? I couldn’t even see a transponder code from that...vessel.” You choose your words a bit more carefully now, reminded that while Peli has a heart of gold, she has the temper of a Tusken.

“I’ve been workin’ in this hangar since you were a babe sucklin’ at your momma, Girl,” Peli says, pointing a wrench at you. “You’d do well to listen to me more’n you do.”

“Sorry, ma’am,” you sigh, looking down at the ground.

“Now, go on to the market, why don’tcha, and pick us up somethin’ for dinner. You may have a head thick as bantha hide, Girl, but at least you’re better at negotiating than the Dums.” You wince. You know you’re just an apprentice, but damn if it doesn’t sting whenever Peli compares you to the droids.

It’s not that you don’t like them. They just...creep you out a little. Soulless little machines, scuttling around as if they’re alive when they’re just - not. Whoever invented droids was one sick carosi pup.

Peli hands you a pouch of credits - the amount of which is dwindling daily. You wonder if the engineer’s eagerness to house this beaten-up old scupper doesn’t have something to do with their lack of funds. You consider offering to forego your wages until things are better - Peli has shown you incredible kindness, taking you in off the street when your next best bet was working as a dancing girl in one of Mos Eisley’s less reputable cantinas. Who knew where you woul’dve ended up after that. You prefer this, even though it’s hard, physical work, and you’re often up to your elbows in engine grease and covered head to toe in grime and oil.

Who knew starships were so dirty.They make sense, though, and you quickly proved that you had an aptitude for it. For pulling things apart and putting them back together again, but working. You’ve fixed busted motivators and blown capacitors that even left Peli scratching her head. You suppose that, rather than sentimentality, is why she keeps you around.

Either way, your life is pretty comfortable, now. Boring, but comfortable.   You hope the credits situation isn’t going to change that.

How little you know.

---

You wander through the market, credits pouch too light in your pocket as you peruse the food stalls. You really don’t feel like dried krayt jerky a hundredth night in a row, so you’re glad Peli sent you out, but you are struggling to find something that is a) appealing and perhaps more importantly, b) affordable.

You end up in a heated argument - no, discussion - with a Toydarian over some deep-fried gorg before you give up, your temper and your impatience too piqued to settle on a decent price. You calm yourself with a trip past a stall selling all manner of imported cloth and fabrics: beautiful, delicate things, things you are not. A scarf made of deep blue silk that shimmers iridescent in the harsh sunlight catches your eye. You pause, running your fingers over it, your dirty, chipped nails a contrast to the smooth, satiny surface. 

“It would suit you, pretty girl,” says a deep, male voice. You look up into the eyes of the stallholder. He’s a surprisingly handsome man, tall, with dark skin and hair and muscles bulging from a vest that seems tactically selected to show off as much of his bare chest as possible. For someone selling fabric, he’s certainly not wearing a lot of it.

“Sorry,” you say, taking your hand back. “I haven’t got enough credits for something like that.” The ‘pretty girl’ rankled you. You’re aware, tangentially, that underneath the layers of grease and oil you have features that some might consider comely, even attractive, and your body was good enough to catch the attention of some of the seedier businessmen when you were on the street. But it is the assumption itself that you are nothing more than your face and your body that bothers you. 

“Suit yourself, gorgeous,” he calls after you as you walk away, back towards the smell of roasting meat. “I’ll be here if you change your mind!”

You grab a few deep-fried gorg from the Toydarian after all, a bottle of blue milk, and head back to the hangar in a thoughtful mood.

---

The ship has already landed by the time you get back.

It looks like it’s falling apart at the seams. In fact, you can spot several missing panels from the ground. Up close, you’re even more astonished that it managed to fly.

The ramp is stuck half-down, and you stand on your tiptoes to peer inside. It doesn’t look much better in there than on the outside. Dingy durasteel, crates all over the place, pathetic excuse for a hold, really. How can this be Peli’s ‘favourite customer’? It looks like it needs a complete teardown. Not even a rebuild, just...tear it down. It’s not even worthy to be a garbage hauler, it’s only suitable to be the garbage getting hauled. It-

“Like what you see?” 

You almost drop the bags of food and produce and manage to avoid most of it flying everywhere, save for a single pale blue pika fruit that escapes and rolls across the ground to land against the stranger’s boot. You scuttle forward to grab it, and your hand is intercepted by a gloved one, yellow fingers closing around the fruit and lifting it from your view.

You straighten and look up, up, up into the Beskar helm of a Mandalorian.

“Oh,” you say in a very small voice. Now you understand.

You’ve heard and seen tales of Mandalorians - quite a legendary one lived here for a time, not that long ago - and some of those tales were from Peli herself. She’d never mentioned that she knew one, though. 

This one is about the same as you imagine a Mandalorian to be. Armored from head to toe, no part of him visible, his eyes shielded by the inscrutable blackness of the T-shaped visor in his helm. 

He can probably see everything, though, from your heartbeat down to the anxious flush in your skin as he steps toward you and says “Here.” He slips the pika fruit back into your bag and you nod, swallowing the sudden lump in your throat.

“Thanks.”

You stand there awkwardly for a moment while he just stares at you, as if he’s a droid himself, scanning you up and down through that damn visor. You clear your throat and cock your hip, placing your hand on it and raising your eyebrows.

“Is this your ship”?” You tap your knuckles against the hull behind you, miraculously not making another panel or part fall off. “What did you do to it?

“What?” His stance changes a little; he stands up a little straighter, his shoulders set, his hands hanging down by his sides with a little more purpose than before. Posturing, you think, that’s all it is, although you’re now a little nervous as you answer.

Because he is broad. Broad and well-built, if the fit of the armor is anything to go by. He could crush your head like a pika fruit without even trying.

Still, it has to be said, for a ship like that...“It looks like it’s about to fall apart,” you say, trying for diplomatic, but by tempering your vehemence it just sounds like you’re complaining. 

The Mandalorian shrugs. “That’s why I brought it here.”

“Well, Peli is the best mechanic on Mos Eisley,” you capitulate, and you relax a little, enough to walk past him towards the control room. “I’m just surprised she’s not so picky with her clientele.”

“From what I hear, she can’t afford to be.” That stops you in your tracks. The Mandalorian has followed you, of course, and he’s right behind you as you enter the building and head to the kitchenette to put away dinner. 

“You shouldn’t listen to everything you hear, Mandalorian,” you say as you unpack the bag of measly meat, fruit and vegetables you managed to get. It goes all in the cooler for a later barbeque. That is one of the things you enjoy most about being here - sitting with Peli in front of a makeshift campfire, cooking and talking. Not about anything in particular, just...talking.

“Well, if I’m wrong, I can just take my ships and my credits elsewhere,” the Mandalorian says with a shrug. It’s then you notice that he has a pouch he’s holding up, and it hangs heavy and clinks promisingly when it moves. You lick your lips nervously, hoping you’re not about to fuck up some big deal Peli has struck with this bounty hunter warrior.

Hoping you’re not about to be shot by this bounty hunter warrior.

“For example, I know the upkeep costs around here have risen recently,” he says, letting the pouch sway back and forth, and your eyes follow it like hypnosis. “Thanks to Peli taking on an apprentice…”

You sigh. “How much?”

“Five thousand.”

You do some quick maths in your head. “Might not cover any major components that need replacing, but it’s a start. You’ll have a vacuum seal again at least.”

“Good.” The Mandalorian tosses you the pouch and you catch it with both hands. It feels heavier than five thousand, but you’ll give it to Peli first. Speaking of - where the hell is Peli?

“There, how does that feel? Look at you, who’s a handsome li’l womp rat? You are!” 

You have never heard Peli talk to anyone like that. You and the Mandalorian follow the sound of her voice out into the control room, and you find her cradling what looks like a small, wrinkled green baby, a creature with the face of a frog and ears of a bat, slightly damp and wrapped in what looks like-

“Is that - my shirt?” you ask, horrified. The creature blinks and coos at you.

“Had to give Grogu here a bath and I didn’t have any clean towels. So I borrowed your shirt. Look how cute he looks in it!” Peli tries to hand you the creature but you step out of the way. This is not how you saw your day going.

“Look, the Mandalorian here wants us to fix his ship,” you say. “He’s giving us five thousand.” You set the pouch down on the control panel. “I’m pretty sure it can be done, but if there are any busted capacitors or modulators that need fixing, that bill’s gonna go way up.”

“It’ll do,” Peli nods. “Meantime, I’ll look after this little guy. You even give him a bath last time I saw you? Don’t answer that, Mando.” Mando. So that’s what they call him. He doesn’t even have a name, just a shortening of  his title.

“Guess I’ll get to work on the ship,” you grumble, rolling your eyes as you head back out into the hot Tattooine suns.  Boring but comfortable. Yeah, right.

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If this generates some interest I may continue to post chapters here! Otherwise, go ahead and read on AO3.

#the mandalorian fanfic #din djarin/reader #din djarin x female reader #mando x you #the apprentice

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A bit of Plo Koon

This is for a friend​ who has fallen into The Clone Wars cartoon and entered the hell of stanning a minor PT-era Jedi.  So here’s a little bit of extra Plo Koon content for you.

(And if anyone wants to jump in with canon or fanfic recs for Plo Koon, I thoroughly invite it.)

First of all, I’m sorry to tell you this but a lot of Plo Koon’s most prominent modern content is from The Clone Wars cartoon, in part because Dave Filoni was a huge fan of the character.  

And by a “huge fan” I mean that he actually cosplayed Plo Koon to the premiere of ROTS. (Sidenote: That’s Giancarlo Volpe on the right as Kit Fisto who was also a director on TCW, as well as ATLA and GLTAS.)

Dave also apparently campaigned various “Plo Lives” stories to George Lucas:

TFN: Do you have a plan for why Ahsoka doesn’t appear in Revenge of the Sith?

Henry: Hmmm. Are you asking about the ‘theatrical’ version of Revenge of the Sith or the ‘Special Complete Perfect “Plo Doesn’t Die” Edition’ Revenge of the Sith? Psssst... You guys have no idea how powerful Filoni is getting at the Ranch.

Dave: There is some truth to what Henry is saying. I once pitched George the idea that Plo had a parachute and that he bailed out of his fighter before it crashed. Then George said he would only continue the scene and make Plo’s death more painful, I think his parachute was going to catch fire and he falls on something sharp. I even pitched Plo being added at the end of Return of the Jedi as a Blue Ghost but that didn’t go over either. As for Ahsoka’s future... I have ideas, even outlines that answer your question very specifically.

But yeah, multiple people have joked that he’d try to sneak Plo into an episode any time he could.

Actually, returning to the concept of Plo Koon and Kit Fisto working together, that’s actually an established thing that has happened a couple times, and it does show up in TCW as well. (And yes, they are shipped.)

There’s also a tie-in for the 2003 Genndy Tartakovsky series, Clone Wars Adventures, which has a teamup with these two in issue #6 that is about Kit and Plo dealing with a prison riot.  The characterization of Plo is a bit more violent and angry than in TCW, with Kit having to talk him into giving one of the prisoners a second chance, but he is pretty badass.  (Also, I like the Saesee Tiin story in that volume in particular, to rep another minor Jedi character.)

If you want good, extended TCW Plo and Kit content though, what you really want is the Clone Wars: In Service of the Republic comic, and I can easily say that it’s my #1 recommendation to you as a fan of TCW and Plo Koon since it is a tie-in story to the cartoon.

No, seriously, if you want more TCW!Plo Koon content, you want to read this comic.  There’s a running gag about Kit and the clones trying to guess Plo’s age.  I feel like I don’t need to say anything else about the story.

However, Kit Fisto is not his only Jedi Bromance.

In Jedi Council: Acts of War we get his friendship with a Jedi named Micah Giiett.

This one may be an odd one for you coming from TCW though because it was released in 2000, which was after TPM but before AOTC/ROTS, and some of what is presented in this comic (as well as some of the other comics from the period which I share) doesn’t quite mesh up with what we see in the rest of the prequels regarding the worldbuilding.  I wouldn’t put it as a must-read for the story either, but there are some sweet moments between Plo and Micah and it’s an interesting read to see how they extrapolated the universe out from only what we see in TPM.

Which also leads me to another point, which is that after Micah died, Plo Koon stepped in and helped finish training his padawan-- Bultar Swan.  Who is a huge badass herself and I am Forever Haunted by the fact there seems to be no actual content of the two interacting because this fact seems to have been the product of retcons but PLEASE, I NEED IT.  (There is exactly one fanfic in the universe about these two grieving Micah and it’s less than 500 words but I owe this author my life just for it existing.)

She’s also listed as his padawan in the most reliable of canon sources: Gurihiru’s illustrations for the Star Wars English-Japanese Dictionary

Now here’s where I admit that my reading of the Republic comics is a bit fuzzy because of having limited access to them and reading the series in bits and parts over the years.

With that said, on the subject of masters and padawans, I don’t think current canon/TCW has established any clear lineage for him but in legends continuity Plo was trained by a wookiee named Tyvokka.  Some of that relationship is in the focus of the “Stark Hyperspace War” story in Star Wars (1997) #36-39. (Also, baby Obi-wan and Quinlan is nice too.)

Plo also has a bit of a role in the “Emissaries to Malastare” story in  Star Wars (1997) #13-16, in which they give him Special Font to make him really cool and mysterious.  (Also, a fun Depa & Mace teamup in that story and A’Sharad Hett, the Tusken Jedi.)

In more modern comics, there’s some nice little appearances in the Clone Wars- Battle Tales, especially issue #2 which has him rescue the Wolfpack.

Beyond this, he absolutely shows up in the background of a lot of things because he’s a cool and recognizable alien, as well as part of the Jedi Council, but he doesn’t really have much of a role beyond exposition.

This is focused on the comics, but that’s the part of the EU (outside of TCW) where he’s gotten the most chance to shine.  He hasn’t played any substantial role in any of the PT-era books I’ve read, let alone video games or other media. (Playing as him in Lego Star Wars doesn’t count, although I do appreciate it.)

He does show up in a couple of James Luceno’s books in particular, but not in a particular substantial role. I saw Cloak of Deception mentioned when I was poking around to see if I was wrong about this, but that really does seem to be about it when it comes to his book appearances.

(They also visit his homeworld, Dorin, in the first Fate of the Jedi book: Outcast, and while that’s Post-ROTJ EU and while I can’t recommend the series as a whole, the first book does have some sort of interesting stuff about his species/planet.)

I’m also sadly short on fanfic recs since I don’t regularly read a lot of Star Wars fanfic except for when I’m needing a very specific niche filled and I haven’t really gone looking for a lot of Plo fic.  (Outside of the time I scoured the internet for Bultar & Plo content.)

I’ll end by making sure that you know about the existence of the “Plo’s Bro’s” gunship.

As well as the fact he adds the Wolfpack symbol to his gauntlets later in the war.

BUT ANYWAYS.  WELCOME TO MINOR JEDI FANDOM HELL. 

#plo koon #clone wars #I appreciate Plo Koon #sorry it took so long I had some things to take care of #and I kept getting distracted reading star wars comics

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#9 “You’re in love with her.” for ROBB please? 👀💕 I’m so soft for them

Din had learned the hierarchy of Mos Pelgo pretty quickly. It was extremely simple, and Cobb’s story had rung true. He was the local hero, so everyone had looked up to him. He was in charge, replacing some shitty mayor from a few years back who had died in the first skirmish in the town. And what Cobb didn’t get around to, he passed down the ladder to the second one in command - Raza, the co-owner of the the bar, who had been out of town on business when Din had first arrived. She had heard the commotion about the Dragon attack, had come back that night to get caught up.

Din had picked up the little things between them first. All the eye contact, little touches while still going out of their way to not stand so close to each other. Din had figured there was Something going on there, but they hadn’t said, so he didn’t ask. 

Then came the second tip-off, the night after the Dragon attack, when people were regrouping and trying to ease their minds. Cobb had taken Din back to the bar for a drink, and once Raza had been done serving a few of the patrons, Cobb had taken her hand and motioned at Din to follow them outside to sit near a fire pit, and after a very pointed case of silent communication between the pair of them and apparently meaningful grunts and hand gestures on the Marshal’s part, Raza had admitted to Din that she was ‘technically’ a Jedi, and would be willing to help if any of her skills were required. Din wasn’t sure what ‘technically’ meant in that sense, but if they had a Jedi on their side, he wasn’t going to look a gift ronto in the mouth.

There was something strangely comforting about the fact that she was a Jedi, though.  He had known some of the stories about the Jedi - had even taken care of a bounty on one once, not that he was proud of that anymore. Still, there was a sense of camaraderie he felt with her on principle- two people in a rare order, trying to lay as low as possible while others hunted them, and they had to be careful. He appreciated meeting someone outside of his kind that could understand him. And so he had allowed himself to ease up a bit, and when she had asked about some of his old jobs or other tales that night when they were all sitting around the fire, he had partaken, naming a few. He had asked her a few in return, though still careful to not sound too interested. He had already figured out that she and Cobb weren’t idiots, they knew he was a bounty hunter and Jedi’s called for a high price, but he had no interest in that anymore. Not for her, anyhow. 

And he could say the same about any sort of interest in her outside of general politeness or friendliness - a fact that Cobb apparently hadn’t picked up on, considering he had caught the Marshal giving them a hard look across the fire a few times as they chatted away. 

And it was all but confirmed when Raza had turned in for the night. She had wished Din a good night’s rest for ‘whatever you had planned tomorrow’, and given Cobb a light pat on the shoulder before leaving. 

Din had caught that little too soft-smile and murmur of goodnight in only the way a lovesick person could, and Din decided to make himself look busy by distracting the Child, taking a stick and making a few designs in the sand. He was hardly surprised when he felt Cobb’s eyes back on him after a matter of seconds. 

“Hey. The Jedi thing’s a need to know basis. I meant what I said, you seem like a good man, I’m hoping that sticks. But you come after her for a bounty or anything after all this, you and I are going to have a problem.” 

Threatening a Mandalorian to his face. Well, maybe he had pegged Cobb wrong this time; maybe he wasn’t as smart as he gave him credit for. Still, Cobb was just protecting his people whether Raza was on a level above everybody else in the town or not, so Din had looked him in the eye, hoped that it came across as such even behind the helmet, offered up a simple, “Noted,” and that had been that. 

He had thought that would have been it- hoped so, even. The last thing he needed when he was going to go after a Krayt Dragon was dealing with drama and a possessive man who couldn’t read signals well enough. 

As it turned out, the next day Cobb was perfectly content to leave things how they had left them as Din reached the corner table in the bar. Cobb smiled, nodded a greeting, and there was no further comment. Din had considered the bar as their base of operations - as had Cobb. Which, evidently, brought about the second problem with dealing with… whatever the Hell Raza and Cobb were, because after not even ten minutes of standing in the bar minding his own business, he found himself the unwilling witness in what would have been a lover’s quarrel in quite possibly every other situation. At some point, The Child had manipulated his way into Raza’s lap, so the whole thing was even more ridiculous.

“No, Cobb, you’re taking your Marshal business out of my bar. This place has been through too much already. It’s enough that you thought it was a bright idea to potentially take on a Mandalorian inside of it without having any idea of what he was capable of!” 

“Why do you think I came to see him with the armor on?! You think I’m gonna let a guy in Mandalorian gear walk into your bar and start trouble?!” 

“My bar! Not yours! And rumor has it you were the one that was getting trigger happy, so you were going to shoot the place up at the drop of a damn hat! It’s not like you haven’t done it before!”

Cobb’s eyebrows shot up. “Wh- you helped me with that one! Hell, you picked off half of them your damn self outside the place! Besides, this time I wasn’t gonna shoot the bar up! I was testing him! There was a damn baby!” he objected, motioning haphazardly at The Child.

The Child, in turn, who had his attention drawn to the disc Raza had been levitating up and down just beyond his reach to keep him entertained, stopped short at Cobb’s words and had the audacity to make a gurgle that sounded downright skeptical. 

Cobb pointed at him. “Hey, shut it, Pipsqueak.”

Din turned towards Cobb, ready to intervene, just as Raza had scolded him, “don’t talk to him like that.” 

Cobb looked between them, then looked at the Child, but after the Child cooed at him and actually sounded insulted the man relented and ruffled what little hair the Child had on his head. “I’m sorry, Little Guy. But remember, I was looking out for you.” 

Relieved that… whatever the Hell that had been was at least temporarily over, Din slipped the Child a few more of the nuts Baer had put down at the table for them a while ago. In his experience, bribery had gone a long, long way. This time was no different. The Child unknowingly intervening had done some good, and by the sound of it, they would need a lot more strategic distractions. 

 Luckily, they didn’t need to. Din and Cobb had headed out to the desert to scout an hour later, and then they had met the Tuskens, and had returned. 

Of course, Din had nearly groaned out loud when their plan with the Tuskens had started drama again with the Not Couple. And this time it had been his fault. 

Din’s solution with working with the Tuskens had been a risk. He knew that, he expected some pushback. But to his surprise when he and Cobb ran the plan by Raza, Raza was far more open than Din had expected- which apparently had set Cobb off again. She had cited her childhood, growing up an hour of Mos Eisley, and how her father had managed to broker peace via trade and protection with the local group that kept her family out of trouble.

Cobb had gone concerningly quiet as she and Din had started brainstorming ideas on just what to wager on both sides to keep things running smoothly. He felt Cobb’s eyes on him more than once and was exhausted just from being on the receiving end of the nonsense, even if it was brief moments. He had turned and stared down Cobb pointedly that time, briefly wondering if he was going to have to put the closest thing to a friend he had made in months through a wall over a ridiculous assumption.  

The other man had just arched an eyebrow back at him before he broke the eye contact and pretended to be far more interested in his drink. 

Addressing the town with the new plan had gone… less than ideal, even with Cobb and Raza’s help. Still, it had worked, and the town had prepped for the Raider’s arrival. As they waited, Din had been informed that Raza was staying behind to keep an eye on things there ‘town still needs a leader, there are Sand People here. We need at least one competent person to hold down the fort. Raz is the better people person out of the two of us,” Cobb had explained, and it took everything in Din’s power not to immediately respond, “I’ve noticed.” 

Even their goodbyes had been loaded. Raza had gotten as close to Cobb as possible again and fussed with the armor briefly before she had pulled him into a hug. “Be careful.” 

“I will, Raz.” Cobb had practically melted right into the hug, and Din noticed it was probably that exact moment that he realized just how dire the worst case scenario was, so when he flinched and held her a little closer, Din looked away to give them as much privacy as possible. 

Once their moment was over, Raza had sidestepped over to Din. “You too, Mando. Be careful.” 

“I’ll certainly try.” 

She smiled at that, then sighed. “And bring our Marshal back to me, huh? Alive or dead?” 

Cobb’s head had shot up at that. “Wha-” 

But she had already turned to leave them, walking a little too quickly. When Din looked back to Cobb, he was watching her disappear, looking not unlike he had been shot. 

Din wasn’t quite sure what the Hell that feeling in his gut was upon coming to terms with that exchange, but he knew he wouldn’t forgive himself if he did end up bringing back a corpse. He had already disappointed one widow, he didn’t want a near hypothetical one’s heartbreak on his conscience, either. Still, it got him thinking about his own potential mortality in all this, and briefly he entertained the thought that they would be decent parents. He had looked down at the Child then, nestled in his rucksack and had scratched his ear out of habit, then. If it came to it... 

And it was that thought alone that had compelled him to shove his knife into Cobb’s jetpack and send him careening to safety. 

But he had won. He killed the Dragon. Mos Pelgo was safe, or safer, anyway. And he didn’t have to go back to town and tell Raza that the fight had cost Cobb his life. He didn’t even have to go back to town period. 

Cobb, to his credit, had been eager to complete his end of the bargain later in the day - or he was just eager to get rid of him. The pair had shaken hands, said their goodbyes- and then Cobb had hovered a moment before sighing. “Looks like you’ll miss Raz by a couple of minutes. She’ll be cross she didn’t get to say goodbye. She likes you something fierce. She’ll miss you.” 

That was… … not as horrendous or defensive as Din had expected, but it still got him to stop and huff. “She’ll live. We’re strangers.” He tried to convey once again there was nothing to pick up on, he wasn’t a threat with each syllable. 

Cobb leaned on the speeder. “I wouldn’t say that. Come on, admit it, we’re all friends now,” Cobb replied, his tone thankfully light. 

Din wasn’t quite sure how to take it. It still felt… vaguely like posturing, but the fact that he had included himself in that statement made him ease up. Maybe the point had finally landed, after all. He still wanted to make sure it came across just in case he did go back, though, so, launching caution to the wind:  “Maybe. But you love her. You’re in love with her. You should do something about it.” 

Cobb blinked at him for a moment, and Din took more comfort in that. Good, the shock from being so direct made up for the shock Cobb had put him through when he first lifted that helmet off his head. “Excuse me?” 

“You heard me.” 

Cobb paused, then ran his tongue over his teeth in that way of his. “It’s… complicated. That’s ten years of a long, long history.”  

“Uncomplicate it,” Din chided. 

Cobb scoffed again. “What is this, the Mandalorian… matchmaking service?” 

“What it is,” Din corrected, “Is me telling you that you’re hardly subtle, you’ve been picking up on things that weren’t there since day one, and I killed the last man who looked at me like that over a misunderstanding. But I needed you for this. We had a deal. Maybe the next person who comes through won’t be as willing to let things go. Maybe you should eliminate the cause of something that can get you killed.” 

Cobb opened his mouth, probably to protest like he had so many times in the last week, only to be interrupted by an approaching speeder. Din noticed that Raza was among them.

As Din expected, Raza had jogged up to them, clapped Din on the pauldron as a greeting before practically tackling Cobb into another hug that he returned whole-heartedly, with his eyes slamming shut and head tucking firmly into her neck. “You’re heading out already?” Raza asked Din after a moment, still not moving from under Cobb’s arm. 

“Long journey,” Din dismissed. 

“Come back any time. We’ll always have a place for you, too” she replied. 

“I just might,” he answered, before giving both of them a final look - taking a couple of extra moments for Cobb.

The other man waved. “Goodbye, Mando.” 

Well, it had been worth a shot. “Goodbye, Cobb. Raza.” He fired up the speeder’s engines and got ready to push off, casting one final look in the mirror - 

Just to see the pair giving each other that damned longing look of theirs before some sort of other emotion crossed Cobb’s face, he uttered something that sounded suspiciously like ‘oh Hell’ before he bent to kiss her in plain view of the other Mos Pelgo residents that had shown up. 

Din shook his head and cracked a smile when there had been a couple of cheers and wolf-whistles from the gathered crowd. Evidently, he wasn’t the only one who they had driven to annoyance dancing around each other. He hit the gas then, and started on their way back towards Peli’s. 

The Child had stuck his head out of his rucksack when the town was nearly out of sight, reached up and tugged at Din’s pantleg. 

When Din glanced down at him and saw the Child looking back eagerly, he sighed.  “We’ll be back. You’ll see them again.” And then, just to take advantage of the situation, “... if you’re good.” 

The Child gasped at that and immediately shoved himself back further into the sack and pulled the flap closed behind him, making a show of not moving - and therefore not causing any trouble.  He allowed himself an honest laugh at that. 

Well, maybe those two had been good for something, after all. 

#catch Robb 1000% being Val and Rhonda here #listen that episode was Tremors from Hell so I have to #its very much them #Ship: Robb #geronimo-11 #cobb vanth

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Panels Far, Far Away: A Week in Star Wars Comics 9/25/19

A crowded week ends the Age of Resistance, brings the fight to Darth Vader, and dives further into the inner layout of a dark temple. Yup, even when I’m over half a week later, I’m still gonna review Star Wars comics.

Star Wars Adventures #26 written by Cavan Scott and Adam Christopher art by Derek Charm and Megan Levens

Star Wars Adventures doubles down with two new Sequel Trilogy stories this week. Superstar team of Cavan Scott and Derek Charm showcase a lost lesson between Luke Skywalker and Rey and Adam Christopher and Megan Levens guide Tallie Lintra through Wild Space.

I’ve put a lot of praise over the past few years on the creative duo of Scott and Charm. The two have regularly proven a near unparalleled ability to tell creative and visually fun short stories starring Star Wars’ ever expanding pantheon. Their story of Rey and Luke may not be their most striking, but the ability for these two creators to tell fun and true to character narratives stays consistent.

While placing it in The Last Jedi’s chronology is more than a little difficult, “Life Lessons” still provides a fun little character study of its central duo along with lots of requisite action and humor. Charm and Scott manage to nail Luke’s world weariness while still keeping his sense of humor and nagging responsibility for duty and heroics. It manages to be a fun glimpse into Rey and Luke at a key point in their lives while also offering a sea serpent and Chewbacca saving Porgs.

It appears that Tallie Lintra is set to join the likes of Biggs, Porkins, Dac, and dozens of others shortlived pilots who became franchise staples years post mortem. This story of Tallie rescuing a stranded smuggler is surprisingly economical with Christopher plugging a full story into just eight pages. We don’t necessarily get more of Tallie as a character, but it makes for a fun enough tale and opens the door for further adventures later down the line.

Score: B

Star Wars Age of Resistance: Kylo Ren #1 written by Tom Taylor and art by Leonard Kirk

Kylo Ren is one of the most dramatic and thematically rich characters in the Star Wars saga. Whether you want to see him go down as a self-destructive force of evil or redeemed to join the light, the lost son of Han Solo and Leia Organa has carved a path of tragedy and intrigue in his wake. It’s hard to blame Tom Taylor for making three of his eight Age of Resistance titles orbit around Kylo, but now it’s time to give the son of darkness the spotlight.

One of the most inspired aspects of Kylo’s character has always been the insecurity of his own legacy. Star Wars could never replicate a villain of Darth Vader’s gravitas and pathos, so the shadow of this family history became a defining part of his character. “Out of the Shadow” takes this dynamic and spins it into a large scale galactic battleground.

The First Order looks to capture a planet that tested The Empire during its original reign. In particular, the local warlords and their mysterious god proved difficult for Vader himself. Kylo looks to bring this planet to heel while also fulfilling and also exceeding his grandfather’s example.

The resulting narrative is simple but effective. By pairing Kylo with a Stormtrooper that served in the original Imperial army and seeking parallels between both generations of Dark Siders, there is an impressive layering to the story that makes it feel more mythic in scope. Kylo’s struggle with his own legacy won’t be resolved by the end of this comic, but Taylor plots an effective glimpse into his back and forth.

Leonard Kirk succeeds in particular here. Many have complained about some of Kirk’s creative choices when it comes to rendering Adam Driver’s face to the page. Luckily, like his earlier Captain Phasma issue, much of the issue calls for a mostly masked protagonist and lots of large scale and high intensity action sequences. It gives Kylo a larger than life victory that he’s been missing from much of the recent canon.

Finally, after a year in publication, the Age of… maxi series has come to a close. While most of these comics were fun and forgettable, we did get a few stunners along the way and finally got to see more of some of the franchises iconic but less highlighted characters. Hopefully, this opens the lane for more exciting things to come.

Score: B+

Star Wars Jedi: Fallen Order-Dark Temple #2 written by Matthew Rosenberg and Paolo Villanelli

We are just a little under two months until Jedi: Fallen Order releases on video game consoles. With a new trailer highlighting the games story and gameplay dropping earlier this week hype is starting to build for this long overdue addition to the lengthy Star Wars gaming canon. Luckily, we have Dark Temple to hold us over.

Matthew Rosenberg continues to split the script for this series into two segments. The first taking place in a present sometime after Revenge of the Sith following Second Sisters hunting down of a Jedi holdout and the other following Cere’s adventures on the planet of Ontotho. Now separated from her apparently deceased master and uncovering the hints of a massive conspiracy, Cere finds herself searching for allies and desperate for survival.

As with last issue, Dark Temple offers two disconnected but nonetheless entertaining segments. Paolo Villanelli’s pencils are stellar at capturing in motion action sequences and his depiction of the Second Sister continues to be brutal, swift, and deadly. Visually it’s enough to make these openings exciting even if how they connect to the main story is still mostly a mystery.

Cere on the other hand is still struggling to define herself as a character. Thompson has crafted an intriguing and detailed conspiracy to ravel her up in, but as fun as it is to read, I still can’t help but feel that we are failing to get to know this young woman and what makes her tick. Luckily, Thompson populates the mystery with an enjoyable smarmy villain and a cantankerous droid sidekick that feels classically Star Wars.

Hopefully the less impressive aspects of Dark Temple come together over the next few issues. As of the moment, the plot and art are more than enough to keep me reading, but I would love to get to know more about the woman at the center of this comic.

Score: B

Star Wars Target Vader #3 written by Robbie Thompson and art by Stefano Landini

Writer Robbie Thompson is playing the slowburn approach to our getting to know the galaxy’s newest (sorta) cyborg badass. Each issue of Target Vader so far has slowly teased out the history of Beilert Valance with each giving us slightly bigger glimpses into his past. While backstory is never a substitute for poor characterization or bland dialogue, getting in touch with Valance’s past does help and slowly Target Vader is improving alongside it.

As it stands, most of the regular issues behind this comic remain. Valance and his bounty hunters are for the most part an uninteresting cast of characters and it’s more than a little difficult to get invested in their high stakes hunt of Darth Vader. The big reveal that the rebellion are the Hidden Hand at the end of this comic’s first issue still robs the story of much of its mystery. (There is also the possibility that this was a fakeout, but there hasn’t been info presented in the script to really challenge this reading so far.) The art is serviceable but is often let down by some bland coloring decisions by Neeraj Menon.

There are some of life though. As mentioned earlier, this issue’s opening flashback to Valance’s time in the Imperial military is the strongest of these so far and hints towards an intriguing relationship between him and Darth Vader that will hopefully get fleshed out more down the line. There is also a welcome wrinkle in bounty hunter, Urrr’k. While simply having a sharp shooter badass female Tusken was a great addition to the comic, the idea that she might actually be some sort of imposter or sleeper agent adds a welcome air of uncertainty to the ensemble and spices up an otherwise bland cast of characters.

All in all, there is still some thrill in watching a well laid plan by some galactic scum bring Darth Vader down to their level. Thompson centers the issue around one large trap of a set piece and the result proves fun despite the shaky foundation that is built upon.

We are only halfway through this comic so maybe the story hints that are starting to show themselves will make this story worthwhile. Let’s hope so, because the potential is certainly there.

Score: C+

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I've been listening to isweeden reading out fialleril's Double Agent Vader fics, and I've just been reminded about how much I love the way it fleshes out both Tatooine and Alderaanian culture. I mean, there's so much attention to detail and care that's gone into it; that's gone into the Tatooine Slave Culture tags as a whole. I've pulled all-nighters before by getting submersed in that part of the Star Wars fandom.

So, I suppose because of that and because of fialleril's bit on the Tuskens - and, also, I've basically just remembered that one of the first encounters I'd had with the fanfiction side of the fandom was that one where Luke was raised by the Tusken Raiders - that I put down some bullet points that I thought were interesting. So, uh? Here?

Okay, so the Tuskens in the movies basically function as faceless bandits and that's why I liked that one fic a lot - and it's why I like fialleril's headcanons on them that relate them to their Amavikka culture. I don't remember what the Tuskens were under their wrappings in that fic, but Luke blended in with them, so I think in both cases they were another strand of Star Wars Humans? Most of the human population of Tatooine who were born on planet - and more particularly among the enslaved population or those with slavery in their ancestry - are pretty certain to have Tusken ancestry. Names like "Skywalker", "Darklighter" and "Whitesun" are translated from Tusken roots; tribe names or appellations. I know a lot of this is actually treading quite close to other people's headcanons, but it's very good: in that it makes what happens between Shmi and Anakin that much more tragic, and in the way it fleshes out a good bit of Tatooine further.

Related to that: the Tuskens and the Jawas are the native sapient species of Tatooine and there are mythic events present in both of their general cultural storytelling. One of these is collectively known as the Green Time or the Rainy Time: which seems to remember a period of Tatooine's history when the planet could support more/lusher life. Tusken storytelling treats the Rainy Time as both an Age of Heroes type of thing and a promise of a future time of plenty. The Jawa lore says that when the first Jawas saw Tatooine from orbit, the planet was green and appeared to be covered in swirling clouds, but when they landed they found only the desert. The other very significant event that both species remember is the coming of the first slavers and the slave trade as is seen in canon to Tatooine. For the Tuskens, there are many versions of the tale that describes this event as the end of the Rainy Time.

Stemming from the arrival of the slavers, there is a group that becomes prominent in Tusken lore: the Tuskens that were taken onto slavery, who have become the Lost. This is a term that is in contemporary use for those who are enslaved, often applying to the wider population of slaves on Tatooine regardless of personal origin or species. The escaped or the freed are known as Found.

You know, related to that, I’m saying that there would be a debate as to whether or not these terms ought to apply in between cases: should it be reserved for those Tuskens that were taken only, or even those who are traceable descended from the tribes? Should it apply to all slaves regardless of origin? Can one only be Found if they make their way back to a tribe, or is being free enough to be Found?

Tatooine is a very hostile place to have tried to settle, and there are huge swathes of the planet that have been left untouched but for the nomads that go through. I think in Heart of Kyber by esama, they pinned it down to just around the poles as the coolest places on the planet and I think that I quite like that? It's a very good sci-fi concept, and it leaves - in my head, anyway - a huge kind of Point Nemo somewhere on the planet.

At the centre of this, the remotest possible point from any other settlement, is a city. There's odd ruins all throughout the desert on Tatooine - just because it's not settled doesn't mean it hasn't been tried, after all. Moisture farms that fell either the tribes, the slavers; the animals, or even the desert itself. Camps that have been left standing, but the people have been taken away; the sandstorms have not got to them yet. Jawa sandcrawlers left only to the shells of droids. Palaces whose masters have been routed. Even things from the Rainy Time, even things from before. I'm kind of imagining something that's a cross between Eris' desert realm from that Sinbad animated movies and Vaes Dothrak from Game of Thrones for this city. 

At the centre of this city, the reason that the Tuskens keep returning to maintain and protect it, is a well like this one: Chand Baori; and the Tusken word for it translates directly to Stepwell. Among the nomadic people of Tatooine, making the journey to Stepwell is often held as a coming-of-age marker. There is different significance attached to making the journey with company and journeying there alone, but I've not quite found the right words yet.

And I'm running out of stuff in my notes so I'll add more on later when I think of it, but there is this one point I've put down about a subculture of Tuskens that live in caves. Their traditions and way of life differs significantly from the Tuskens who live in the open desert or in within the sphere of influence of the cities. They tend to be less nomadic, as there is readier access to shade, storm shelter and sometimes water; and they make decorations and beads out of their home rock. I haven't thought much more about them yet, though. And I’ve ran of of notes there.

Hey, I just got a bit fascinated.

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Book Review: Star Wars: “A Certain Point of View”

People have mentioned the nu!canon Star Wars story collection A Certain Point of View for a while, but I finally got around to reading through it this week. Essentially, it's the plot of A New Hope seen through 40 different characters/perspectives -- from the captain of the Tantive IV to a Rebel soldier witnessing the medal ceremony after the Battle of Yavin.

I am used to the EU story collections--Tales from the Mos Eisley Cantina, Tales from Jabba's Palace, etc--so it was a little jarring for me to see the backstories of various cantina denizens, like the Tonnika sisters, significantly altered. The stories in those EU collections tended to refer back to each other, and there's much less of that here. Too bad; that was fun.

What's odd about this collection to me is that it reads like fanfiction. I don't mean that in a derogatory way; the tone and quality of the stories varied so widely, and the stories were so focused on side characters and interstitial spaces (or re-interpretations of canon from different angles) that it felt like I was reading a collection of A03 stories that someone had appended together and bound in book form....

There are also some odd plot holes that leave me puzzled, and I'm not used to coming away with that feeling from something professionally edited and published.

For an example of what I mean, let's take Meg Cabot's story "Beru Whitesun Lars"--which, as the title suggests, is a first person narrative of Aunt Beru's life and experiences raising Luke--but it's unclear at the beginning when exactly this story takes place in relationship to the film events. A few paragraphs from the end, Beru mentions as an aside that she's dead--but there's never any answers regarding 1) HOW it's possible for her to be narrating from beyond the grave, and 2) WHO she is addressing this monologue to.

Now Meg Cabot is a successful author, with a lot of books under her belt, so in theory she knows what she's doing, but I finished that story feeling that either she or I had missed something there--and I was reasonably confident that it wasn't me.

Another example is "Whills," by Tom Angleberger, which I think is supposed to be a funny interpolation of the opening crawl of the movie but just... doesn't work for me at all. It's set up as a comprehensive account of the story written by the mysterious Whills... and then there's back and forth dialogue with no clue as to who's talking, what or why. I can see where they trying to go with it, but it just fell flat, and was an odd note to end the book with.  (And shouldn’t it have been at the beginning?)

Every anthology or story collection has its strong and weak points; which ones those are vary depending on the the writers and the tastes of the reader in question. That said, I was surprised to see relatively few established Star Wars writers (and almost nobody from the old EU) and a lot of celebrities, such as Wil Wheaton and the voice actress for Ahsoka Tano. Not to suggest that people can't wear multiple hats or have many, just that it was a very different tact from what I was expecting. Very few of the names on the cover leaped out to me as "people I would expect to be in a canon Star Wars anthology".

More random thoughts:

-Lots of emphasis on connecting to Rogue One and the prequels, which is fine if you liked Rogue One, I guess. -It's also unusual to have an anthology where so many people die at the end of their stories. Not good or bad, just different. And inevitable, given the subject matter. -All the random Imperials who come in contact with Leia immediately fall under her spell and start to defect. LOL. The same thing happens to the Jawas and droids that Artoo encounters - double LOL. -The guy who does the Darth Vader and Son cartoons contributed a single-panel comic-- which counts as a 1,000 word story, right? -All of the stories involving Imperial bureaucracy (Ken Liu, Mallory Ortberg, etc) are hysterically funny. -There are two Tusken stories - the one written by author of Kenobi is decent, and the one that isn't... is just odd. I think it's about the female Tusken viewpoint character stealing a khyber crystal out of a Jawa sandcrawler while the traders are bartering at the Lars farm so she can sell it for passage off planet, but I'm just not sure WHY. -Aww, I feel so bad for the little red droid...but he comes out all right in the end. -Chuck Wendig managed to bring some pathos and PTSD to Wuher, the cantina bartender, and explain why he hates droids so much! -No idea what was going with the Mouse Droid story, sorry. -Nnedi Okorafor's "The Baptist," about the dianoga in the trash compactor, rivals the crackiest thing that Legends had to offer--and considering how otherwise unimaginative most of the nu!canon offerings are, I find this incredibly refreshing and bizarre at the same time. -I don't really agree with Gary D. Schmidt's depiction of what Yoda is doing on Dagobah during all this, but I was so pleased to see it included anyway. Likewise, with Biggs and Obi-wan's perspectives. -The guy who does the Shakespearean Star Wars series gives Palpatine an extended monologue in iambic pentameter, LOL. -"Grounded," by Greg Rucka, about the ground crews watching over their ships on Yavin during the battle against the Death Star, is completely heartbreaking, and a great perspective on what it takes to actually fly a fighter against the Empire. -"Contigency Plan" by Alexander Freed, is a chilling look at Mon Mothma's thoughts about what will happen if the Alliance doesn't win at Yavin. -Probably the best story in the collection is "The Angle" by Charles Soule-- a hilarious and awesome look at Lando's take on the Battle of Yavin!

The scary and empowering realization from a collection like this is that writing a good Star Wars story is not out of my reach AT ALL, and in fact, might even compare favorably to some established nu!canon. Wow. And after struggling with most of nu!canon material thus far--lookin' at you, Legends of Luke Skywalker!--it's nice to find a few pieces I actually like, too.

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26 New ‘Star Wars’ Stories Have Been Revealed

In April, it was announced that a new book would be released called Star Wars: From a Certain Point of View, combining 40 stories written from dozens of writers (including Rogue One screenwriter Gary Whitta, famed comic book writer Paul Dini, Thrilling Adventure Hour creators Ben Acker & Ben Blacker) to celebrate the 40th anniversary of the Star Wars franchise.

Each story is told from the perspective of background characters from A New Hope  – “from X-wing pilots who helped Luke destroy the Death Star to the stormtroopers who never quite could find the droids they were looking for.” And with the October release date quickly approaching, Del Rey Publishing has begun unveiling some of the short stories that will be featured in this collection. Below, check out a first look at more than a dozen new Star Wars stories.

Here are the stories that have been revealed on Twitter today, all found under the #FromaCertainPOV hashtag:

Chuck Wendig’s “We Don’t Serve Their Kind Here” tackles a certain droid-hating cantina barkeep: “Wuher always told people: If you have a drink in your hand, you don’t need me for nothing.”

Gary Whitta’s “Raymus” opens the anthology by bridging the gap between Rogue One and A New Hope: “For years he had carefully steered this ship- his ship- through countless Imperial blockades and checkpoints, always able to avoid detection or suspicion. But now it had been spotted fleeing the scene of the most daring military assault in the history of the Rebellion, carrying stolen goods that the Empire would go to any lengths to recover. Suddenly, the Tantive IV was the most wanted ship in the galaxy.” The title is a reference to Raymus Antilles, who was the captain of the Tantive IV.

Greg Rucka’s “Grounded” tells the story of Nera Kase: “In the space of seven minutes, Nera Kase lost her home and her family. In the space of seven minutes, the Empire had made her their enemy.”

Glen Weldon’s “Of MSE-6 And Men” is a story from the POV of a hapless droid caught up in the Death Star’s “gay demimonde”: “That was quick, G7. Fastest mouse droid in the fleet. It’s those new rotors I put in, I’m telling you. You know what: We should get you on a racing circuit. Would you like that?”

Kieron Gillen’s “The Trigger”: “Aphra’s life alternated between finding interesting ancient artifacts and reactivating interesting ancient artifacts, with brief interstitial periods of selling the interesting ancient artifacts.” This story follows the fan favorite Star Wars comic book character Doctor Aphra.

Paul Dini’s “Added Muscle” tells the story of Boba Fett: “I’d be lying if I said I didn’t enjoy the whispers of surprise when I walked onto the scene. That’s right, boys. Fett’s here.”

Cavan Scott’s “Time of Death” follows Obi-Wan Kenobi in the moments of his passing: “My name is Obi-Wan Kenobi and I am dead. I know how that sounds. Crazy old Ben with his crazy stories. But this isn’t crazy. This is happening. At least, I think it is.”

Rae Carson’s “The Red One” tells the story of a droid with a bad motivator: “More than anything in the galaxy, he wanted to be sold. Escape the sandcrawler. Fulfill his programming by serving a new master – someone who would clean his joints once in a while, offer a few drops of lubricant, give him a purpose. But time was running out. He was lonely, and he was dying.”

Daniel José Older’s “Born in the Storm” tells the story of a stormtrooper and his dewback: “The barracks are on the outskirts of town, closer to the endless barren infinity of wasteland festering with Sand People, banthas, and a million other ways to die. Also: sand. All the sand. All the sand ever.”

Delilah S. Dawson’s “The Secrets of Long Snoot” tells the story of one of the characters in the Cantina: “Know what your problem is? I say in my own language, quietly and to myself. ‘Your problem is that your entire species thinks itself a sun around which the petty planets and moons spin, but really, you’re just another rock, doomed to ever orbit something grander but remain ignorant of your own insignificance.”

Alexander Freed’s “Contingency Plan” tells the story of Mon Mothma: “Mon Mothma can’t actually see the future. She used to know people who could, but the last of them is dead now, too.”

EK Johnston and Ashley Eckstein’s “By Whatever Sun” takes on the metal ceremony: “Miara Larte breathed in and remembered how much she loved real air.”

Christie Golden’s “The Bucket” tells the story of the stormtrooper who turned Leia in: “I want them alive, Vader had said. Their blasters were set on kill. They were in a batterfield, even now. Too many of the crew were loose and armed, wandering about and opening fire, for the stormtroopers to take chances.”

Adam Christopher’s “End of Watch” is about a reactor leak: “Poul felt the breath catch in her threat. Princess? What princess? And then she heard the voice of the man Tarkin was in conference with, the deep, resonant bass voice echoing down the open comms channel. Well, perhaps man was the wrong word. Because who know what was inside that suit.”

Madeleine Roux’s “Eclipse” tells the story of Breha Organa: “Finances. Galas. Silks. Budgets. Would Leia return in time for the equinox? It seemed unlikely, and yet in a small, private corner of her heart that had nothing to do with rebellions or politics, Breha hoped it would be so.”

John Jackson Miller’s “Rites” tells the story of the Tusken Raiders: “It takes more than courage to lead. It takes eyes that are open!”

Zoraida Córdova’s “You Owe Me A Ride” tells the story of the Tonnika sisters: “Brea and Senni watched the suns set from atop a rock formation. Tatooine might be a desert wasteland lacking in any culinary delicacies, but few things in the galaxy compared to the brilliance of its sunsets.

Charles Soule’s “The Angle” tells the story of Lando and the Millenium Falcon: “Heroes were Lando’s favorite opponents at the gambling table. The worse the odds got, the bigger they bet. Because heroes were suckers.”

Jason Fry’s “Duty Roster” seems to be about someone in the Rebellion named Col (perhaps Legends character Col Serra?): “Col’s first instinct was to knock Wedge Antilles onto the floor and show the whole squadron the joke ended here.”

Griffin McElroy’s “Stories in the Sand” which is about a Jawa named Jot: “There was not a Jawa on Tatooine who did not believe wholeheartedly that there was more sand below them than there was sky above.”

Pablo Hidalgo?’s “Verge of Greatness” follows Tarkin on the very eve of his triumph: “You may fire when ready,’ Targin said at long last. And he allowed himself the briefest of smiles.”

Sabaa Tahir’s “Reirin” reveals new details about the Tusken Raiders: “Reirin daydreamed about proving to them who, exactly, was lesser. She daydreamed about taking her father’s gaderffii and wreaking bloody havoc. And if not that, then simply proving herself.”

Kelly Sue DeConnick?’s “The Kloo Horn Cantina Caper” tells the story of Muftak and Kabe’s adventure at the Mos Eisley Cantina: “At Mos Eisley, everyone has side-hustles, but the Muftak and Kabe? Even their side-hustles have side-hustles.”

Paul S Kemp’s “Sparks” tells the story of Gold Squadron: “Small sparks can start big fires.”

Beth Revis’ “Fully Operational” tells the story of a very important meeting: “A weapon was meant to be fired. Every military man could tell you that. Treat all weapons as charged; never assume a blaster was set simply to stun and not kill.”

Tom Angleberger’s “Whills” is the last story of the book, described as ‘really the beginning of the entire tale. Sort of. It’s a work in progress.’: “May the force be with me as I begin the sacred task of writing in the Journal of the Whills…”

Some of these stories seem to have really clever and compelling ideas. Obi-Wan Kenobi in the moment of his death? The story of the Tantive IV filling the gap between Rogue One and A New Hope? The life of a droid with a bad motivator?

Reading these ideas has me extremely excited to read this collection and makes me wonder if the Star Wars standalone films would ever dare tackle an anthology film. Imagine the greatest writers and directors getting together for a bunch of short films in the Star Wars universe. I could never imagine someone like Steven Spielberg or Quentin Tarantino directing a Star Wars movie, but maybe a five or 15 minute short film could happen? How cool would that be?

You can pre-order From a Certain Point of View (Star Wars) on Amazon now. Del Rey has released the cover art seen above and a list of some of the authors that are participating in this project:

Ben Acker & Ben Blacker

Renee Ahdieh

Tom Angleberger

Meg Cabot

Rae Carson

Adam Christopher

Zoraida Cordova

Delilah S. Dawson

Paul Dini

Alexander Freed

Jason Fry

Christie Golden

EK Johnston & Ashley Eckstein

Paul Kemp

Mur Lafferty

Ken Liu

Griffin McElroy

John Jackson Miller

Nnedi Okorafor

Daniel José Older

Mallory Ortberg

Madeleine Roux

Gary D. Schmidt

Cavan Scott

Sabaa Tahir

Glen Weldon

Chuck Wendig

Gary Whitta

And more!

Source: Slashfilm.com Article by:  Peter Sciretta

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