#Sith Lord Grogu

[caaaatttsss-meow]

Made a man uneasy yesterday at the store when he spotted me wearing my Darth Vader shirt while I noticed the Baby Yoda/Grogu shirt he was wearing.

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(Anakin almost killed Grogu before Anakin turned into Darth Vader)

#star wars #anakin #anakin skywalker #baby yoda #grogu #the mandalorian #disney #jedi temple purge #order 66 #the force #sith lord

[simplysnipes]

#CFBM #maythe4thbewithyou #star wars #yoda #grogu #the mandolarian #luke skywalker #han solo #darth vader #the sith lords #the book of boba fett #jango fett #obi wan kenobi #anikin skywalker #legends #something to remember #black men #black nerds #lightsaber #the force #may the force be with you #potd #simplysnipes #nestlesnipes

[david-talks-sw]

Debunking more myths in the GFFA: the Jedi and the clones.

I wrote a post debunking the various myths about how "the Jedi condone slavery", a while ago. Something I had omitted (because it's such a big topic) was the following two statements that concern the clone troopers' relations with the Jedi:

"The clones were genetically bred to have accelerated growth, so they're technically child soldiers."

"The clones were slaves of the Jedi."

Both the above statements are inaccurate, let's explore why. 

"The clones were child soldiers"

Let's get the easy one out of the way first, because it's a logic that cuts both ways. If age is our only determination of the maturity of a Star Wars character, then Grogu is not a baby. He is aged 50, and is thus a middle-aged man.

Who cruelly eats the babies of a woman...

... and knowingly tortures animals for his own sadistic pleasure.

Of course, I'm kidding. Grogu's none of the above things.

The narrative frames him as a cute baby who does innocent baby stuff. Him eating the eggs is played off as comedic, as is him lifting with the frog. To this day, some fans still call him "Baby Yoda".

Conversely, despite the clones being 10/14-years-old, their actions, behaviors, way of thinking, sense of humor, morals etc, are all those of an adult.

Like, Ahsoka is technically older than Rex in this scene.

The scene doesn't portray them as peers, though. This isn't written as "a teen and a tween talking". No, Rex looks, acts and behaves like a grown-up and is thus framed as such by the narrative.

You can make the argument "they're child soldiers", but (unless you're doing so in bad faith) you'd also have to argue that "Grogu's an adult".

"The clones were the Jedi's slaves"

Nope. For all intents and purposes, they're in the same boat as the Jedi, who George Lucas stated multiple times had been drafted to fight in the war.

Again: both the Jedi (monk/diplomats untrained for fighting on a battlefield) and clones (literally bred en masse only to fight) are being forced to fight by Palpatine and the Senate.

Though, on paper, the clones were commissioned by Jedi Master Sifo-Dyas, it was actually done by the Sith (who either manipulated or assassinated Sifo-Dyas then stole his identity, depending on the continuity you choose to adhere to). The rest of the Jedi had no idea these clones were being created.

So while the clones are slaves... they're not owned by the Jedi.

They're the army of the Republic, they belong to the Senate. This isn't exactly a scoop, they refer to the clones as something to purchase...

... and manufacture.

As far as the Senate’s concerned, clones are property, like droids. 

Like there's a whole subplot in The Bad Batch about this very point: after the war, the clones are decommissioned and left out to dry because they literally have no rights, they served their purpose.

The only trooper to ever canonically blame the Jedi for the clones' enslavement is Slick, who the narrative frames as having been bribed and manipulated by Asajj Ventress into betraying his comrades.

Also, the only canonical Jedi shown to ever be mean, dismissive or mistreating the clones in any way, is Pong Krell.

And it's eventually revealed he’s in fact a full-on traitor, hence why the story frames him as an antagonistic dick from the moment he's introduced. He doesn’t represent the Jedi in any way.

We know this because the other Jedi we’ve been shown are always prioritizing their clones’ lives over theirs, if given the chance.

Finally, if we wanna get even more specific... as Commander-in-Chief of the Grand Army of the Republic (GAR), the clones belong to Palpatine. 

Palpatine who is a Sith Lord. 

Palpatine who arranged for the creation of the clones and had them all injected with a chip that would activate upon hearing a code-word...

... and forced them to murder their Jedi without hesitation or remorse.

When you bear all that  ⬆️  in mind and when you read this quote by George Lucas...

"The Jedi won't lead droids. Their whole basis is connecting with the life force. They'd just say, 'That's not the way we operate. We don't function with non-life-forms.” So if there is to be a Republic army, it would have to be an army of humans."    - The Star Wars Archives: 1999-2005, 2020  

... narratively-speaking, everything falls into place.

Sidious knows that:

If he orchestrates a war designed to thin the Jedi's numbers, corrupt their values and plunge the galaxy into chaos...

If he wants to draft the Jedi - peace-keeping diplomats who’d never willingly join the fray - to fight in his war...

... then the only way they won't resist the draft and abstain from fighting is if they think joining the conflict will save lives.

So he creates a set of cruel, sadistic villains for them to face, opponents who will target innocent civilians at every turn...

... and instead of lifeless droids, he prepares for the Jedi an army of men... living, mortal people who, despite being well-trained, will be completely out of their league when facing the likes of Dooku...

... Ventress...

... Grievous...

... Savage Opress...

... or the defoliator, a tank that annihilates organic matter.

Thus, in order to save as many clone and civilian lives, the Jedi join the fray despite knowing that doing so will corrupt their values. 

And as the war rages on, a bond of respect is formed between the two groups.

Clearly, the Jedi don't like the fact that the Republic is using the clones to fight a war, but for that matter, they don't like being in a war, in fact they advocated against it.

However, it's happening regardless of their issues with the idea or personal philosophies. Said The Clone Wars writer Henry Gilroy:

"I’d rather not get into the Jedi’s philosophical issues about an army of living beings created to fight, but the Jedi are in a tough spot themselves, being peacekeepers turned warriors trying to save the Republic."

And bear in mind, the Jedi are basically space psychics, the clones are living beings that they can individually feel in the Force... 

... so the Jedi feel every death but need to move on, regardless, only being able to mourn the troopers at the end of every battle.

We see this in the Legends continuity too, by the way.

(that is, when the writers actually try to engage with the narrative)

Also, if you ask the clones, they’re grateful the Jedi have their backs.

When Depa Billaba voices her concerns about how the war is impacting the Jedi's principles, troopers Grey and Styles are quick to make it clear how grateful they all are for the Jedi's involvement:

So the clones aren't the Jedi's slaves. If anything, they're both slaves of the Republic (considering how low the Jedi's status actually is in the hierarchy).

Only I'd argue the clones have it much, much worse. 

The Senate sees the Jedi as "ugh, the holier-than-thou space-monk lapdogs who work for us"... but a Jedi has the option to give up that responsibility. They can leave the Order, no fuss or stigma. 

A clone trooper cannot leave the GAR! If they do, they’re marked for treason and execution. Again, they’re not perceived as “people”.

And it doesn’t help that the Kaminoans, the clones’ very creators, see the troopers as products/units/merchandise. A notion that the Jedi are quick to correct whenever they get the chance.

How The Clone Wars writers describe the clones' relationship with the Jedi.

George Lucas hasn’t spoken much about this subject aside from the quote from further up. But to be fair... the Prequels aren’t about the clones’ dynamic with the Jedi, so it makes sense that he wouldn’t talk on that subject so much.

He did mention that part of The Clone Wars’ perks is that he could:

“Do stories about some of the individual clones and get to know them.”

But that’s as far as it gets. 

So for this part, I'm just gonna let Dave Filoni, showrunner of The Clone Wars and the upcoming series Ahsoka, and TCW writer Henry Gilroy - both of whom worked closely with Lucas - take the wheel. They make themselves pretty clear on how the clone/Jedi dynamic is meant to be viewed. 

Here’s Henry Gilroy:

"In my mind, the Jedi see the clones as individuals, living beings that have the same right to life as any other being, but understand that they have a job to do."

"The clones see the Jedi as their commanding officers on one hand, but also, at least subconsciously, they look to them for clues to social/moral behavior."    

"Some clones may find themselves getting philosophical leadership from the Jedi that helps them answer some of the deeper questions of life."    

"We thought this was a great opportunity to show how the Jedi interact with clones. Specifically, Yoda in a teaching role of the clones, who were socially new, who kind of grew up— who were created to fight, and he really broadened their horizons and helped them realize there was a great big universe out there that was bigger than just fighting and killing."    

And here’s Dave Filoni’s comments:

"I truly believe that the Jedi try to humanize their clones and make them more individual, as Henry says."    

"I think we saw that in Revenge of the Sith, when the Clones were colorful and named under the Jedi Generals, and then in the final shots of the film with Palpatine and Vader near the new Death Star, the ships are grey, the color and life is sucked out. The Stormtroopers are only numbers and identified by black and white armor or uniforms in A New Hope." 

"The soldiers have become disposable to the Emperor."    

"That is something the Jedi would never do."    

"Yoda teaching the clones much like he taught Luke. ‘Cause that was kind of natural for [the Jedi], a natural instinct to take to these clones like they’re students."    

None of the above quotes from two different writers of The Clone Wars, who had many interactions with George Lucas, frame the Jedi and the clones’ relationship in a negative way. 

How much more proof do we need that "the clones were slaves of the Jedi” isn’t the intended narrative?

My point being that while the clones' ordeal is indeed horrible, the Jedi have nothing to do with it. The narrative of The Clone Wars always frames it as the fault of the Sith, the Senate and the Kaminoans.

If you go by the intended narrative, the Jedi were the clones' teachers and brothers-in-arms. The clones and the Jedi were not just comrades.

They were friends.

#long post #But most of this is GIFs used for evidence #meta #SW meta #jedi #Jedi Order #in defense of the jedi #Clones #The Clone Wars #on the jedi's involvement in the clone wars #TCW #Clone Troopers #Rex #Cody #Plo Koon #Mace Windu #Obi-Wan #Yoda #Dave Filoni #Henry Gilroy #Grogu #George Lucas #flashing gif

[phi8]

A bit of Star Wars fanart! A conversation between Ahsoka and Anakin after The Mandalorian Chapter 13: The Jedi. This one goes along with a bit of writing, check it out below or here.

Ahsoka broke the piece of dried meat she was eating into a few smaller parts. She let her consciousness expand and felt the birds and lizards around her camp site, a singular simian alien at the edge of her awareness. The trees rustled and their anticipation for the coming change of season was apparent. She felt the Khyber crystals in her lightsabers hum and reverberate the life around them. Even the rock on which she had unfolded a clean napkin had its signature in the living force. Savoring the taste of the jerky, she thanked the beast from which it had come.

“Ahsoka,” a voice called out.

“Master,” she responded. It became easier to become aware of him each time she did. “Good to see you,” she said, right before he materialized into the world.

The pale blue visage of Anakin Skywalker shifted uncomfortably. “I told you to stop calling me that, I don’t deserve it.”

“You are the guy who’s become one with the force, not me,” Ahsoka said with a little smirk. “... Anakin,” she finished with a nod.

“Thank you,” he said, sitting down on a log across from her. As was the case with Obi-Wan and his master and Yoda, Anakin was strangely physical when he appeared like this. Ahsoka could feel how he was affected by gravity and that he would rather sit than stand. But she could also see right through his wispy shape.

Similarly, Anakin could tell that Ahsoka had been wrestling with something. “You have something on your mind?”

“Yes,” Ahsoka said. She swallowed the last piece of her meal and wrung her hands. “Grogu... Turns out he’s still alive.”

“The little kid that the council was always so mysterious about?” Anakin paused, then flickered out of existence briefly. With a pained expression now on his face, he continued, “I always figured he got caught when... When you were on Mandalore.”

“We shared a connection, apparently someone managed to sneak him out of the temple.” She looked at him. “His life hasn’t been easy,” Ahsoka said. She didn’t manage to keep all of the accusation out of her tone.

Anakin nodded. He was of the force now, supposed to be in ultimate balance with the galaxy. Ahsoka noted he really didn’t look it.

“He’s gotten himself a father figure, a Mandalorian. It’s pretty cute. But the guy wanted me to train Grogu.” She looked down at her lap. “And, and – Anakin, Grogu reminded me so much of you.”

“The little baby Yoda reminded you of me?” Anakin said a bit incredulously.

“He’s powerful, and filled with fear and passion. Fear to become lost again, to lose this new parent. We’ve seen what such fear to lose someone can -,” Ahsoka interrupted herself.

Anakin sighed. He didn’t have lungs anymore, but it still hurt. There were some downsides to being granted eternity. He was forced to be faced with the consequences of his actions, all the people he had hurt.

He leaned forward  and put his hand on Ahsoka’s shoulder. To her the sensation was one of warmth, not one of touch. “So you turned him down,” Anakin said softly.

“Yes.” She looked at him. Both being this connected to the force, they could feel the compassion they felt for each other. Healing and forgiving would take time, but it would come. “I promised to help them though, and since I’m not comfortable training him I sent them to Tython.”

“Tython? That dingy temple with the seeing stone?” He sat back a little. “But who would respond to a call from a place like that?”

“I think Luke will find them.” Ahsoka said. Her lekku twitched, and the guilt she felt was visible on her face.

“Oh, I see,” Anakin said, smiling a little. “You wanted to check in with me because you sent a potential Sith Lord to my son.”

“When you put it like that...” Ahsoka smiled as well and hit Anakin in the arm, which  fully connected. He let out a soft gasp, as he would have in life.

“Don’t worry about him!” Anakin continued. “I don’t know if you  noticed, but that young man is capable of some incredible things. In fact, it was his love, his passion, that made him a better Jedi, made him able to save me.” Anakin’s form glowed slightly as he talked about his son, as though the thought of Luke made his spirit more bright. “If anyone can train Grogu, it’s him.”

Anakin stood up, face turned to the night sky of Corvus. “But here: you called a Jedi knight from the beyond for advice and counseling?” Looking back at Ahsoka, he made a little bow and said, “just go check in on Luke at some point. You get to make sure you made the right decision, see if the kid is doing well. And Luke can needle you for more advice.”

“Yeah, he’s very eager, isn’t he?” Ahsoka said, her expression softening.

“It’s unbelievable. He won’t let Obi-Wan and Yoda have a single bit of rest, always asking is this right, what did we do in such cases... He even figured out how master Qui-Gon’s views are different and how to find the compromise between them” Anakin got a sad smile on his face and said, “he’s so much like Padmé.”

Ahsoka felt Anakin fading away in the force, like he suddenly didn’t have the willpower to maintain his form here anymore.

“Do not worry, Ahsoka,” Anakin said faintly, “Luke is more than capable, and yours is a different path.”

“Thank you, master,” she said to the chilly night.

#ahsoka tano #anakin skywalker #star wars #the mandalorian #star wars fanart #art #my art

[nateofgreat]

Dave Filoni can honestly be so petty in the ways he tries to get Ahsoka to one-up all the other characters in Star Wars. Just to make sure his original OC’s still the best.

Rey: I can hold a slow moving ship back with the Force!

Dave Filoni: Oh yeah? Well I’ll just have Ahsoka hold back a fast moving ship, piloted by a Sith Lord, while surrounded by hostile Clone troopers! Take that Rey!

Fans: Aww Grogu’s so cute and it’s cool he can use the force so well!

Dave Filoni: Oh yeah? Well here’s baby Ahsoka and the story of how she tamed a ferocious predator as a toddler! See? She’s still the best! Take that baby Yoda!

Luke Skywalker: I’m the son of Anakin Skywalker.

Dave Filoni: Oh yeah? Well Ahsoka’s the padawan of Anakin Skywalker and actually has this really important backstory with him that Vader’s never mentioned! Take that Skywalker!

Anakin Skywalker: I’m the Chosen One!

Dave Filoni: Oh yeah? Well Ahsoka’s chosen by the goddess of the light side herself and is now Gandalf the White! Take that Chosen One!

The Jedi: *All die in Order 66.*

Dave Filoni: Oh yeah? Well Ahsoka survives thanks to some never aforementioned training that makes her smarter, faster, more skilled, and therefore better than all the other Jedi! Take that Order 66!

Everyone: *Dies eventually*

Dave Filoni: Oh yeah? Well Ahsoka’s going to survive all the ages of SW without physically aging past 30! Just so she can stay young and pretty for all canon! Take that Father Time!

#Star Wars #Ahsoka Tano #Dave Filoni #Sw Ahsoka #sw #sw tcw #tcw #The Clone Wars #Star Wars the Clone Wars #Star Wars Rebels #sw rebels #sw totj #tales of the jedi #anti Ahsoka Tano #Ahsoka critical #anti Ahsoka

[gffa]

Every single episode of Obi-Wan Kenobi has had the Inquisitors using the Jedi’s compassion against them, very deliberately.  That’s how they find Nari in the saloon on Tatooine, who only reveals himself to protect the owner for a second time.  That’s how Reva lures Obi-Wan out of hiding.  Vader kills villagers as he marches through the town, not because he’s even looking for information, but just purely because he knows Obi-Wan is there and it hurts him, it will draw him out. Meanwhile, Reva’s speech on Tatooine says, “The Jedi are cowards. They failed you, abandoned you. There is no point in protecting them. They would not do the same for you.” This is what Star Wars does.  It uses lies and propaganda and manipulation, it says one thing about the Jedi, and then shows you how they really are, that Star Wars is and always has been built on unreliable narrators and outright lies expressed by characters that aren’t directly challenged because that’s the point. The galaxy just accepted those lies because it was easier than standing up for the right thing! The Jedi died to protect innocent people in the war, they and their children died when the clones were mind-controlled into killing them, they were trying to stop a Sith Lord, not seize power for themselves, they were trying to protect the people of Tatooine, they abandoned you because they’re all dead now.  They all died protecting someone, we see that in the opening Order 66 montage, where a Jedi Knight fiercely protects the children, we see it in the opening of The Bad Batch, where Depa dies to protect Caleb’s life, we see it in Jedi: Fallen Order where Tapal dies to protect Cal’s life, we see it in The Book of Boba Fett where several Jedi die to protect Grogu’s life. Star Wars characters will tell the audience one thing, because the characters have their own agenda within the narration, and then it will contrast that with showing us what the Jedi actually say and do, like the level of commitment to unreliable narrators and propaganda in this franchise is actually really, really good, because goddamn that’s a lesson we could all stand to remember when we look around the world today and are on social media where reactions and outrage and misinformation spread far faster than actually checking our sources.

#obi wan kenobi #obi wan kenobi spoilers #jedi order #meta

[for-the-sake-of-color]

My Star, know Peace, for you Shine the Brightest of All

When Kix expressed his insecurities over being just another pretty face among an identical several million, he was probably hoping for some comfort. Perhaps fishing for compliments, maybe hoping for Nihlus to finally say "I Love You" What he had not been expecting was to be sat down and shown the contents of his soul through the eyes of his lover. Though in hindsight, it's not like he shouldn't have expected it. Rarely did Lord Brek do anything soft.

Nihlus, as a member of a genetically engineered (by the Mortis Lords for an unbeknownst to his people purpose) force sensitive species, has an ability like a sixth sense, to percieve souls. I also HC speciese like Yoda and Grogu's are capable of doing so as well.

Naturally, the stronger one's presence in the force is, the brighter their soul's aura is. But the Force Gods gave Nihlus' species a little gift: Predestination of a soulmate. This is displayed as an unusually bright aura.

What's funny is initially Nihlus just assumes Kix is just another really strong Jedi, having immediately beforehand meet Anakin Skywalker, but after a day or so he discovered what clones actually are, and managed to put two and two together.

And then for the next couple weeks he had a very hard time accepting Kix as his soulmate, because there's no way Nihlus just lost the entire life he had built, his whole clan, many of whom he had raised himself, and then lost his chance at getting his revenge for their loss to a stasis chamber, and the Force had the audacity to spit him out to this guy?

Kix is human, though, and about as force sensitive as a brick, so he has no idea their souls are 'predestined' for one another for a very long time. So he wants to know as much as everyone else why the hell the sith is so obsessed with him after Nihlus pays off his 'life-debt' to the medic by saving him in return, even after he decides independently that he wants to shack up with the man.

Showing Kix how Nihlus sees him is the closest he gets to admitting to both their bond and his love for a very, very long time.

Though at least Kix finally has an explanation for why Nihlus calls him 'My Star'

#star wars #star wars clone wars #sw tcw #tcw #kix #clone medic kix #ct 6116 #kix tag #tcw kix #sith oc #mandalorian oc #nihlus brek #nihlus tag #star wars oc #oc x canon #soulmates #finally working on drawing nihlus with the wrinkle lines that nature intended #he's supposed to look early 40s you know #nihlus cant you be normal for once and just tell him he has a nice personality or something #ive always sort of hc'd that Nihlus sees Kix's soul aura as something like moissionite #which would probably make anakins more like diamond #fun triva there #wasnt sure which version i liked better so yall get both

[beatificwrites]

—CASUALTY

pairing: din djarin x transmasc!reader

a/n: my apologies for such a late upload! i’ve been tired ;( also realized i made this way longer than it had to be, but oh well! i tried to take my own spin on the request!

REQUESTED BY @rottedmolarx

content: sci-fi related violence, injury, mild cursing

word count: 2.2k

premise: you and din stumble into some trouble on a bounty hunt and you get seriously hurt near the chest area. din needs to help patch you up, but he has yet to find out whatever it is that you’re hiding.

Din had been out since morning returning a favor to a friend who had helped you guys out once. You knew the work involved capturing a creature of some kind and the effort would be long and strenuous.

It was dark out and you waited patiently in front of the opening with Grogu in your embrace.

The sound of the crest’s doors opening made the young one coo in your arms. He stretched his little arms out, signaling for you to put him down; someone was excited to see their father.

You smiled and carefully placed the little one down before Din came through the opening. Almost immediately, Grogu was at his feet.

“Nice to see you too, buddy.” he chuckled, tiredly through the modulator.

At once, he picked him up and you watched the adorable father and son moment.

You found their relationship to be the absolute cutest! Din was not related to the young one in any way, however that didn’t stop him from traveling and escaping to the ends of the galaxy just to protect him.

In the time that you’ve spent with Grogu, you’ve grown to feel the exact same way.

Bounty hunting for a living while also having to take care of a small child together had caused tensions to rise between the two of you. The odd family dynamic had made them bound to happen.

You would catch him stealing glances at you and even finding ways to brush up against you or put his hands on you. For instance, you passing him tools and him grabbing them from your hands and letting his fingers linger for a split second before moving on.

It wasn’t too much out of the ordinary for you to ever question, but you liked his touch.

You would stare too, though you never noticed he could see you.

You had even grown close enough for him to reveal his real name. It made you feel guilty for hiding a part of yourself, but you knew everything had to be done at its own pace.

Your eyes were laid on the mandalorian since the day you two met, but you kept to yourself. You two just completed jobs together, nothing more.

You couldn’t stop yourself from admiring him anyhow. His prowess, his strength, his monotone yet charming voice, his surprisingly humorous personality, his…quite literally everything had you thinking about him nonstop.

Not only did you admire him in those ways, but you also wished you could be a bit like him. You wished you could possess the same amount of coolness he carried.

Those two thoughts were meant to stay hidden though. You shook your head slightly as to shake away the feelings and not get caught awkwardly, staring at Din.

He looked up through his helmet and nodded as a way of greeting you. You gave him a soft smile and he carried the child to the cockpit before taking a seat in his chair. Grogu moved onto his lap, cooed again, then snuggled ever so gently into his armor. You wondered how the small one could find the beskar so comfortable.

“Got us another bounty. Hoth. This one covers weeks worth of fuel and food. You up for it?” the mandalorian asked as he turned to face the monitors and look up said bounty.

The bright, luminous screen appeared suddenly over the control panel.

You sat in the co-pilot seat and closely analyzed the bounty. She was not of human race and appeared to be of some alien species you’ve never seen before; and you’ve seen a lot.

You examined her stats and noticed there was no reason given as to why she was wanted. You figured she was affiliated with some sith lord or something.

“Yeah, what do you say we head out tomorrow?“ you asked, turning to face him.

“Alright, first thing in the morning.” he sighed as he agreed.

“You should definitely get some rest first. You’ve had a long day.” you noticed how tired he looked, even through the beskar.

“Can you really tell?” he asked incredulously.

“Oh, please. Your two sighs away from passing out.” you joked, but you both knew it was true.

“Well, you had to watch over Grogu all day. I’m sure you’re tired. Someone has to get us to Hoth.” he countered.

“Din, I may be a little tired, but I don’t mind getting us there. Like I said, you need to get some rest.” you insisted.

“Do you even know how to get us to hyperspace?” he asked in an unsure tone.

“Yes, I can manage just fine. Now go to sleep.” you ordered.

He eyed you once more, “are you sure?”

“How hard can it be?” you shrugged as you shooed him out of his seat.

Din had no choice, but to obey and he put the child to sleep before falling soundly asleep in his small cot.

༶•┈┈୨୧┈┈•༶

Only hours later, Din was awakened by Grogu’s loud cries and the crest's violent, turbulent shakes.

He immediately got out of the cot and reached for the child. He frantically searched for you before remembering you were still flying the ship.

“What’s going on?!” he shouted over the blaring alarms.

“These starcruisers started blasting us out of nowhere! I’ve been fighting them off and trying to get us to Hoth! It's not that far now!" you shouted back.

Din pressed a few buttons on the control panel, then flipped a switch that finally ended the noisy alarms.

You were struggling to keep the cruisers off and fly at the same time. Din quickly placed the child on the co-pilot seat, then took control of the huge blaster and aimed steadily as the cruisers flew in front.

"Just get us there! I got these two!" he yelled, then fired a few shots to the back of the first cruiser.

You tried to focus amidst the chaos, but with every blast the crest took, the more your worry grew and the more your concentration broke.

"We're taking too many hits!" you shouted hectically.

"We're fine!" he shouted back, not wanting to face the fact that the crest was most definitely done for.

Lucky enough, you were nearing Hoth's exosphere and Din managed to fire one final blast to the first cruiser's pilot.

The second pilot, however, remained hovering nearby and followed the crest as you dove headfirst into the planet.

The immense turbulence you faced now was nothing compared to the potent shakes you guys were experiencing just a few moments prior. You were sure you were going to crash. The crest was in horrible condition.

You tried to steer as much as you could, but to no avail. You simply let go and mindlessly, reached for Grogu and Din, so you could tightly embrace them while bracing for impact.

The crest was subjected to a harsh landing on Hoth and you three flew out of your seats.

You fell to the ground from the impact to your head and though in much pain, you smiled in relief once you noticed the child was not hurt; you held onto him pretty tight.

Din was groaning in pain beside you. He turned his head to make sure you both were okay.

"You alright?" he asked, weakly.

"Sort of, just hit my head pretty hard." you managed to respond.

He took a pause before stating, "That pilot followed us here. Bet he crashed too and is lurking around."

"I'll go." you sighed as you tried to get up, but Din placed his hand on your shoulder.

"Uh-ughn, you stay here." Din was quick to oppose.

For some odd reason, he couldn’t help the feeling of wanting to protect you even though you had put yourself in danger many times before.

"You don't look so hot, either." you scoffed, then slowly got up anyway.

Grogu cooed at your feet, and you pet his head before helping Din stand.

"Let's both get him." he said, and you couldn't agree more.

You left Grogu inside, so he wouldn't have to face the cold weather.

You gathered all the muscle strength you could while Din walked as if he felt no pain at all.

Freezing bits of snow hit your face as you two trudged through the worsening blizzard.

It was difficult to see anything; only close obstacles were in view.

Din led the way and you followed close behind, scanning for a wrecked starcruiser.

You had begun to question whether or not the pilot had really survived the fall or not. You and Din had trudged for about 3 miles already.

Suddenly, a round of blasts were fired and you took a solid hit straight to the chest. You fell onto the thick snow and Din yelled for you.

You winced in immense pain. You tried to feel for the burning flesh, but you felt almost paralyzed.

The mandalorian turned his back and surged forward before adeptly unloading his blaster and firing at the cruiser.

He heard a grunt, then trudged forward a bit to see if he was down.

“You..will never get away with the child.” the pilot breathed out.

“I already have.” Din simply said as he fired a final blow.

At once, he picked you up and trudged as fast as he could back to the crest. He was worried sick.

Your eyes were shutting as he carried you back.

He placed you on the floor of the cockpit and went to go grab the bacta spray. He came back and was ready to take off your cloak and top.

Your eyes widened before blurting out, “I’m good! I’ll apply the spray myself, Din!”

He was confused. You were injured and you always allowed him to treat you.

“You’re hurt. Let me do it.” he proceeded to lift your undershirt, but you moved his hand away.

“It’s small wound, it barely even grazed me! Now let me do it.” you excused yourself.

“It’s gonna be hard to wrap the wound yourself.” he brought up.

Shit. This is it. you thought. There’s no other way.

“Fine.” you sighed as you gave up.

Din took off your cloak first, then slowly removed your undershirt. You watched as he noticed your binder, but to your surprise he didn’t comment.

He understood now and wanted to respect your privacy.

“Here. Apply the bacta yourself, then turn around so I can patch you up.” he finally says and hands you the bacta bottle.

Your brows furrowed as you took the spray reluctantly.

“You’re not going to question me? After all this time you’ve known me?” you asked, stunned.

“You don’t have to explain to me anything if you don’t want to.” he answered, reassuringly.

“It doesn’t bother you?”

“Why would it?” he asked with furrowed brows, though you could not see.

You remained silent and slowly turned to apply the bacta yourself.

“Could you help me remove it?.”

Din complied and took off your binder for you. His hands were gloved yet his touch was still soft.

You sprayed the bacta onto your fingers and lightly massaged it on the wound. You winced as you did so.

Afterwards, Din wrapped the gauze gently around your chest and you whispered, “thank you.”

You turned back around and put your cloak on once again.

You noticed he was staring, so you spoke again, “I was not born a man and I’m sorry for not being truthful.”

Din titled his head to the side before saying, “You have nothing to be sorry for. I admire you even more for your bravery.”

You looked up at him and smiled.

“The mandalorian admires me?” you jokingly asked.

“Yes, he does.” he chuckled. “Unfortunately, he admires a strong fighter who for some reason can’t properly fly a ship.”

You rolled your eyes at him and exclaimed, “Dank ferrik, it was those cruisers’ fault, not mine!”

He let out a chuckle again and you laughed too.

“So, you admire me?”

“Your nature and determination are what I like the most.” he complimented you.

He moved from kneeling to sitting beside you on the floor.

“Without your company, I don’t know how I would’ve survived these past few months.” he confessed.

“But, you’re doing most of the saving.” you said, puzzled.

“You and Grogu saved me from a life of loneliness, c'yarika."

You smiled at the nickname, though you had no idea what it meant.

"I'm assuming that's mand'oa? What does it mean?" you asked.

"It means...darling." he replied, and your heart swelled.

"I can't believe you just called me that. Say it again." you giggled.

"C'yarika?" he wondered.

"Hmm, I like it." you admitted.

You looked into his visor for a second before placing your hand on the side of his helmet. The beskar felt cold in your grasp.

"Thank you for accepting me the way I am." you began.

"I wasn't sure if I could disclose this part of myself. The galaxy can be a cruel place."

"I see you no different than before. I like you just as you are." he confessed once more.

Before you knew it, Din had pressed his helmet so he could lift it up a bit. Only the lower half of his face could be seen.

You moved your hand and placed it on his jaw. You leaned carefully to kiss his rough lips.

He moved in and you both took in the blissful moment as your lips connected.

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[weixuldo]

Art Masterlist

~~Star Wars~~

Anakin Skywalker

Sketches/WIPs 

Ani sketches

Anakin's Arm

All Tied Up

Side Profile

Body

Enigma concept art

Finished

Pouty

Just Anakin again

Pretty Boy

All Tied Up

Fallen Angel

Darth Vader

Sketches/WIPs

The Sith Lord

Choking V

Never Forgotten Concept Art

Random

💫Spread Open

Thighs

💫Body

Finished

The Sith Lord

Ahsoka

Ahsoka and Master

Ahsoka and Pupil

Padme

Sketches/WIPs

Naboo Picnic

Who do you think you're talking to?

A Kiss

Finished

Naboo picnic

Misc Characters

Din and Grogu (old)

The Twins

~~Genshin~~

Ningguang

Hu Tao 

Shenhe

Inazuma

~~Other~~

Sanji

Zorro

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[awholelottayeehaw]

Din vs Bo as a Leader

I've seen people say that Bo is the rightful ruler of Mandalore and owner of the darksaber and deserves to lead and I'm genuinely curious to hear from others as to why that is because I'm having a very hard time seeing that point of view. Semi-spoilerish for people who aren't up to date but I kept it vague enough to not be a problem I don't think.

Since CW and Rebels, Bo has continually made choices that negatively impact the people around her. She's a morally gray character who has a list of war crimes on her rep sheet that honestly makes some real life bad guys look green and it baffles me that people want her redemption to be easy. I'm not saying she should never be redeemed, I genuinely believe people should have the chance to turn over a new leaf cause being human is hard, but how she's acting and being treated in Mando feels like a middle finger to those her actions caused harm to. Like she can be sad about her sister all she wants but she willingly joined a terrorist group who spelt it out for her that they planned on publicly executing Satine and followed the orders of two Sith lords, and she didn't see that as a deal breaker. Being sad over that is like being upset that you got shot in the foot when you fired the gun yourself when you continue to make choices that negatively impact others. And this season alone Bo hasn't tried to be a leader to her people, she cared more about the title and the weapon it comes with than actual democracy. She wields it well, yes, but so did Sabine who taught her how and gave her the weapon despite not knowing how badly Bo has fucked up with it in the past. The moment the darksaber was in Din's hands and she lost her crew, she didn't try to scout Mandalore and find other Mandalorians to help her with her decades long failed plan. She didn't try to put any plans together with outside help to achieve her goal or even try to establish a new territory for her people to be safe on until they can find a way to make Mandalore a livable again. She was never an active leader, just someone who craved leadership and believed was owed it because of her birth right and that reflects in the selfish choices she's made while in a leadership position, which include harming Din and Paz. She didn't lead her people into the siege and trap that awaited them, Din did. He shouldered and strong armed his way through and was willingly going to sacrifice himself if it meant a safe planet for his people and foundling. And she wasn't the last out, Paz was, and for that his clan suffered major losses. She had focused more on weapons and supplies for her fleet and siege than the actual people who would help her achieve her goal, and not once has she discussed what she planned on doing once Mandalore was safe for all Mandalorians again. Reuniting and rebuilding isn't the same as establishing a political system that benefits the well being of her people with the promise of a stable economy, fair societal roles, establishing an intergalactic democracy to avoid what Nevarro went through, and combining the differing traditions/beliefs the remaining Mandalorians have to not favor one over the other and unintentionally cause a civil war. Each time she's gained leadership it's always met with mixed support, often not universally, and has led to her downfall three times now for a reason.

Just the same, I've seen people argue that Din doesn't want to lead/rule and isn't the kind of man who'd be a good leader and I strongly disagree. Since the first episode, Din established himself as a selfless character even if it irritated him to be accommodating. He still tried to compromise with the Jawas, didn't turn his back to Frog Lady needing a ride, was willingly going to sacrifice himself to a Krayt Dragon for people he had just met and entrusted with Grogu, went head first into every battle even for people who didn't deserve it (Ran's Crew), was everyone's Ride or Die at least once, became multilingual which was used more to keep the peace than to gain information on his quarries, and has united and mediated more unlikely foes to friends than anyone else in the SW universe. Even if his actions originated with a selfish need (gaining Boba's armor back for Mandalorians, exchanging his services for info on where Mandalorians/Jedi are for Grogu, etc) he still went above and beyond because it's the honorable and right thing to do and his compassion has earned him friendships across the galaxy and allyship on every planet he's visited whereas Bo can't get even her own people behind her without a legendary sword in her hand. You can't tell me all the people Din met on his journey WOULDN'T lay down their lives for him if he asked?? Paz already did despite Din's choice to rescue Grogu despite unintentionally causing a massacre because Paz recognized the selflessness behind Din's choice that carried over to Paz's own foundling and that is what gained his respect and allyship. Din hadn't asked for anything in return, and his own motive for moving the covert was so that their children could play in the sun and the future generations can flourish. I'm fairly certain even Sorgon would join forces whether it's to take care of Din if he had a bad head cold or taking back a whole planet for him. Same with Peli and her droids, Tusken Raider survivors, Freetown, Boba and his syndicates, Frog Lady and her hoard of warrior toddlers, Karga and the grateful people of Nevarro, Ahsoka, and Miggs Mayfield. We've made jokes about Din accidentally making friends all over the galaxy for a reason. He's so selfless that he never saw himself worthy of his Creed, of being Grogu's father, of being a leader when everyone else has told him otherwise. Din's view on leadership reflects his own self esteem wrecked by his cult and it would take everyone he's ever helped to make him see that he is the leader that the galaxy needs to reunite not just The Mandalorians, but all the people and their planets I mentioned. Leadership comes with a burden for Bo, but for Din, it comes with the strength and camaraderie Bo has only ever dreamed of having and that The Armorer overlooked because of her narrow, traditional views. And this is a side comment, but Din mastered riding the stubborn Blurgg after Kuill made fun of him for not being able to conquer it when Mandalorians rode Mythosaurs into battle. Din riding a Mythosaur would be a great call back to that and would gain more respect as a leader than just having the darksaber. In my opinion.

I genuinely hope Bo comes to these conclusions herself and recognizes that Din is more deserving of the role than anyone else and passes the darksaber back to him and helps him see his potential than just saving the day yet again from the very gun she shot everyone with. Redemption for her starts with letting go of the very thing that's plagued her her whole life and leadership is recognizing when you need more time before you can be the example people need to be the best versions of themselves. This isn't a Bo hate post or any stan post, this is a fan post who wants a fair redemption arc for Bo and a chance for Din to rise up to the best version of himself he's capable of being. So yes, I want to hear everyone's thoughts whether you agree or disagree that doesn't involve Bo being the rightful heir or wanting her redemption cause you like her as a character. I want to hear deeper reasons than surface level motives, cause as I said, your favorite hurting over the consequences of her decades long actions she never learns from isn't a good enough reason for her to lead or have the darksaber but I'm down for any other explanations people have regardless if you're a casual fan of the show or lifelong SW fans like myself.

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[beasanfi1997]

The differents between Jedi, Grey Jedi, Dark Jedi and Sith:

-Anakin Skywalker becomed a real Jedi Knight especially during the Galactic Empire because he didn't hurt nobody and for his all life was a truely innocence. He protect Ezra from Maul, Thrawn and the Empire to not reveals him that he calls the Loth-Cats. He hidden the Bad Batch and Martez Sisters on Naboo from Empire. He hidden Ahsoka on Malachor to believe Palpatine that She Is dead. He hidden too Ezra and Ahsoka on Naboo until Anakin sacrifices himself killing Palpatine for good.

- Ezra Bridger and Ahsoka Tano becomed Grey Jedi because they didn't becomed Jedi Knight but the Force Is strong inside like a real Jedi Knight unlike Grogu and Jacen Syndulla because Grogu becomed Hermit like Yoda before him while Jacen follow the steps of his parents Kanan Jarrus and Hera Syndulla becoming a Cowboy Jedi and Pilot and Is that because out Four Heroes will be becomes witnesses After the Battle of Exegol like the real sages(Ahsoka Is the elderly of 71 while Jacen Is the youngest of 35)

- Barriss Offee choose to be a Dark Jedi, instead to be a Jedi Knight as her master Luminara Unduli did It, because She sense that Palpatine Is a liar and She realize that he Is a Sith Lord and She notices that he takes Maul, Dooku and even Anakin like their Apprentice and Is that because She tried to frame Ahsoka to stay away from Anakin and She notices too that Thrawn tried to kill Ezra because he was Born on Empire Day(if Anakin Is a truely Chosen One that Qui-Gon Jinn said It) that Maul help him because he want that the baby will be his Apprentice as Palpatine did It with Anakin.

-Palpatine was obessed with the Dark Side of the Force because First he was the Apprentice of Darth Plagueis and then he killed him becoming a horrible Sith Lord and he want to takes the Children of the Force to be his Apprentice including Maul, Dooku and Anakin

#star wars #darth vader #anakin skywalker #ezra bridger #ahsoka tano #darth sidious #darth maul #count dooku #barriss offee #grogu #jacen syndulla #grand admiral thrawn #star wars the clone wars #star wars rebels #made star wars rebels season five #original trilogy #star wars the bad batch

[chenjie-ev]

Sith-lord-turned-grandfather!Anakin Skywalker with irresistible-grandson!Grogu

#star wars #anakin skywalker #grogu djarin #grogu #fanart #art #sw art #sw fanart #grandfather!anakin #Grandson!grogu

[firstofficerwiggles]

Fic authors self rec! When you get this, reply with your favorite five fics that you've written, then pass on to at least five other writers. Let’s spread the self-love❤

A few people have sent this to me or tagged me in the posts (thank you @grogusmum and @ladysongmaster) and so I figured I should do it.

This was harder than I thought but I think my top five are:

The Caretaker - This was my first long Din fic and I had so much fun writing it. I'm particuarly proud of Chpt. 6 as I still think it's the most romantic smut I've ever written.

The Crime Boss's Secretary - I had not written much for Boba prior to this, but just off of the ending of the Mandalorian, Season 2, I was inspired to make Boba a wonderful, sexy crime boss with his own sweet secretary

Sith!Obi-Wan Thots - I can't really decide which of these is my favorite, but they were all spicy and fun to write. The Lord Kenobi x Rebel You might be the best if I really had to choose.

Grogu's Teacher - This is probably my most popular fic on here and the only long fic I've written without a clear plan when I first started it. What started out as a cute little idea based on a hilarious post about Grogu jumping, turned out to be a really sweet story.

Beskar & Lace - I'm still so proud of that title. I loved having reader tease the hell of out Din and then to have it culminate in a steamy intimate encounter was so much fun to write.

P.S. What do you all think? Is there another fic that should have been on this list? I'm just curious, not fishing for compliments, I promise

#my top five #fanfiction #the mandalorian #din djarin #boba fett #sith obi wan kenobi #the mandalorian x reader #din djarin x reader #boba fett x reader #sith obi wan x reader #star wars fanfiction

[stormkobra-5]

The House of Fett

Pairing: Poe Dameron x ForceUser!Mando!Reader

Chapter No.: 1/28

[Series Masterlist]

Summary: You're Y/N Janghis Fett, the only daughter of the infamous bounty hunter himself. When you were eight years old, you discovered quite by accident that you were Force-sensitive, and so your father Boba sought out the Jedi Knight Luke Skywalker, who would, for the next eight years of your life, be your mentor in the ways of the Force-- but you are no Jedi. You are a Mandalorian, even if you do happen to wield lightsabers. However, when the Sith Lord Kylo Ren-- whom you once knew as Ben-- begins to seek out your old mentor for terrible purposes, you're met with the familiar face of Poe Dameron, who is requesting your aid, and you agree to help him only once. But when Luke is not where you think, sending you and Poe on a galaxy-wide hunt for your elusive mentor, you're forced to work with him even longer than you had originally planned. This complicates things greatly, because you've been helplessly in love with him since the day you met him, and unrequited love is a painful thing indeed.

Notes: Ok, I get it. I'm obsessed with this idea. I absolutely love the Mandalorian culture, alright? And Poe Dameron. And lightsabers, though I can't fathom somebody using only one, so you get to be a badass like Ahsoka and use two-- sorry you don't get to pick a color. Yet. (And also you’re gonna fly the Slave. What else would you fly??? I mean you're Boba Fett's kid!)

A/N: This story does not, I repeat, does not have any plot similarities to The Heir of Djarin besides um, the actual movies? Other than that, the only similarities are the fact that the reader is a Force-using Mandalorian, there’s a HanLeia age gap, and there's involvement of everybody's faves Din and Grogu. Banks of the Nile Part 1 is almost finished, a couple drabbles are on the way, and I have a couple of asks (WOOOOOO) to finish as well. Chapter 2 should be in the works soon! ^^

Ratings/Warnings: 18+, canon-typical language/violence, but I want it to be absolutely clear that when the reader meets Poe, yes, she has a crush on him, like most little girls have crushes, but Poe feels absolutely nothing because she is a child. There is nothing like that here. The romance comes into play when the reader is over 20, a full-fledged adult.

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Strength is life, for the strong have the right to rule. Honor is life, for with no honor one may as well be dead. Loyalty is life, for without one's clan one has no purpose. Death is life, one should die as they have lived. This is the Creed of the Mandalorian.

This is the Way.

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The Mandalorians are a wandering people. Interstellar ghosts, legends, rumors.

They are without a place to call home, their planet long since destroyed from a time when the Emperor still ruled. They are without lands of their own, but they are not without honor, nor are they without their warrior spirit. Even without Mandalore, they are still very real and still very much alive. That is what your father told you, what he raised you to believe in. Your father, the notorious bounty hunter Boba Fett.

Boba found you as an infant. Many years after returning to his bounty hunter lifestyle once he was done on Tattooine, a quarry had landed him in the middle of a recently-destroyed village, victim to the forces that would become the First Order in later years. His quarry was dead, but there, he found you. A helpless baby that had somehow survived the destruction and chaos, crying out from the rubble of your cradle and desperate for help. Boba had only meant to take you to someplace where you would be well-cared for, but he soon found himself understanding the plight of Din Djarin.

Unexpectedly, he cared for you.

And so, Boba Fett raised you as his own. You were named Y/N Janghis Fett, and he ensured you knew the Mandalorian Way well. He taught you the ins and outs of being an excellent bounty hunter, strategizing, survival, various forms of combat, and even dogfighting. You became a formidable opponent on the ground and in the sky, following your father on every single one of his jobs and proving yourself a valuable asset to him-- and that was before you were even eight years old.

Shortly after your eighth birthday, Boba took you to see an old ally of his.

Din Djarin.

Younger than Boba, Din was able to teach you more easily what subjects Boba had difficulty with, ones that you could not learn on your own. Half a standard year you spent with Djarin while your father took more jobs elsewhere in the galaxy. The one who wielded the Darksaber became like an uncle to you, and even now you are very close to him-- your clan consists of only four people: your father, Din Djarin, Grogu, and your mentor, whom you met in your eighth year.

You had been told many times to keep away from the river nearby where Din had set up his temporary home. Children never listen, and even though your upbringing was stern, you were no exception. Neither, really, was little Grogu.

It all happened so fast, you don’t really remember the details anymore. But Din has told you the story so many times, you know it well from a third-person perspective.

The river had swollen from recent rains, and in an attempt to chase a frog while you made sand castles, Grogu was swept away, just as Din arrived with intention to scold the both of you for going near something so dangerous. Din couldn’t swim well in the rapids with his heavy beskar armor, but you saved him the difficulty of even having to try.

You’d extended a hand toward the child, and only using your mind, lifted him clear out of the raging river and safely onto shore. At first Din had thought that Grogu had done it himself, until he realized that it was you. Of course, you had seen young Grogu utilize the Force many times. You knew what it was, and what it meant. You wondered if Boba would send you away to live with some seclusive monk on some distant world, teaching you obscure religious practices about the Jedi.

While Din was distracted caring for the shocked Grogu and sending an urgent transmission to your father, you raced off into the forest. You went so far and so deep that you were certain no one could find you. In your naive child-mind, you believed that if you simply willed it away, then away it would go. You were also naive in the notion of believing no one could find you.

Boba himself found you much later that day, and you knew that any attempt at defending yourself would be futile. So you curled up with your knees to your chest and your head bowed into them, hiding your face. Boba sat calmly beside you, casually, as if this were an ordinary day.

For a long while, he said nothing. Then his hand was on your back as a symbol of comfort, and you launched yourself at him to tackle him into a tight hug despite his armor. “What are you afraid of, little bantha?” Boba questioned softly.

“I don’t want you to send me away.”

Boba chuckled at that. “I would never. You think I would stuff you away to some distant temple to be raised by a monk? No, I will not. The Force is mysterious, but it is also dangerous. For a Mandalorian, for a bounty hunter, it could be a powerful ability. But this is new for you. What does one do with new abilities?”

You had hesitated for only a moment, for you knew the answer well. “...Learn about it. Learn to use it.”

“Very good,” Boba praised, “And if that entails learning from someone other than myself or Din?”

“I... I must do it.”

“Yes,” Boba hugged you then. “But I would never leave you, little bantha. You will learn as you have learned here, for I will visit you often, and I am sure that if I am too distant to do so, then Din will for me.”

And through Din, Boba found your reluctant mentor.

Luke Skywalker.

The legendary Jedi Knight had a school for people like you. A Jedi Academy. You still remember your awe at entering the stone fortress, where young children just like you learned to wield laser-swords while blinded by helmets. Seeing over it all was a middle-aged man with golden hair and piercing blue eyes, who wore all black and demonstrated moves before a class on invisible opponents, utilizing a blazing emerald blade and using almost unnatural finesse.

When he spotted the two of you waiting in the doorway, Luke told the class to continue the lesson without him for a moment. He turned off his lightsaber and swiftly approached. “Boba Fett,” He greeted, eyes glittering warily with past memories of encountering the bounty hunter. “I thought you were dead.”

“Maybe I was,” Boba chuckled dryly.

“I did not expect you to come here, of all places,” Luke continued, and his gaze landed on you. He wasn’t frightening at all, but you still tightened your grip on your father’s hand. “...Though I suspect the reasons for your visit well enough. Who is she?”

“This is my daughter,” Boba replied; you knew, always, that you were adopted, for Boba felt it was your right to know. He always told you, however, that blood mattered little. Family could be without blood connections. Yet he always introduced you as his daughter, never feeling the need to state that you’re adopted. “Y/N Janghis Fett.”

Luke turned his attention from Boba fully to you, crouching so that he was level with you. Were you any other child, you might have hidden behind your father’s legs his gaze was so intense. But you’d been raised to be brave and face any obstacle, even if it were the eyes of a Jedi. “It’s nice to meet you, Y/N. I’m Luke.” He reached out to shake your hand, and you returned the gesture. “Do you have special powers? Is that why you came here?”

You hesitated, looking up at your father to try and see what you should do next. He nodded once to assure you. “It’s alright, little bantha, you can tell him.”

You met Luke’s gaze straight-on, swallowing your fears of being raised by a reclusive monk. Luke didn’t seem so bad, after all. “I can lift things with my mind.”

He didn’t seem very surprised at all, only intrigued. “Have you always been able to do that?” You shook your head. “Do you want to be a Jedi?”

Again, you shook your head. “I’m a Mandalorian.”

Luke smiled a little, but it didn’t reach his eyes as he stood. “If she’s unwilling to learn the ways of the Jedi, then I cannot teach her.”

Boba grunted his understanding. He had already warned you that this might happen. “Of course. Do you know someone who might?”

“You might seek out Ahsoka Tano, but the last I heard of her was many years ago; but she did not train Grogu, either.”

Boba inclined his head. “Very well then. Thank you for y—“

“Wait,” You reached for Luke’s hand, holding it tightly to try and convey your urgency. He looked down at you, surprised. “Please train me. I don’t want to hurt anybody. Even if I’m not a Jedi, I’ll be good, I promise, and I’ll learn what you teach me.”

Luke and Boba shared a glance before Luke knelt down again for you. His tone was gentle as he spoke to you. “...If this is what you want, then I cannot train you as I would everyone else. You would have to watch, and learn, and I would teach you when I’m not training my Jedi students. Do you understand?”

You understood completely, despite your young age. And so Boba left you there with a promise to return, and you began your training under Luke Skywalker.

It wasn’t very hard for you to adjust. You were given an equal share of chores and tasks, like everyone else, and when Luke taught his classes, you stood off always and watched closely. The only classes you rarely watched were his teachings of the Jedi religion, although you did listen to their histories. Eventually you were given a pair (per your preference) of emerald lightsabers. Luke was going to take them away when he seen that the plasma blades were unstable, but you liked the way they crackled more than the others’. It made you feel more differentiated from them, reminded you that no matter how often you felt like just another student, that you’re a Mandalorian, and you were there for a purpose.

Some of the other children mocked you. They made fun of you and tried to make you feel out-of-place, but you ignored them; oftentimes you mocked them back. Although always quick to come to your defense, Luke wasn’t always around to put them in their place. Luckily you did have some form of backup in his nephew, Ben Solo.

Awkward and shy, Ben noticed your bullying and often helped you fend them off. He even taught you things about the Force that Luke had yet to, helping to mentor you. Luke was grateful for his assistance, and soon the two of you became close. Ben always told you that you were the little sister he never had, and swore to protect you. “Not that you need it!” He’d always say quickly when he saw your frown. To you, he was like a big brother. You even called him that, which he found endearing.

Luke became like a second father to you, and his sister, Leia, was the first maternal presence you ever felt. You grew close with her as she taught you how to braid your hair without knotting it, how to hold yourself like a lady without lessening your fiery persona, and the subtler things in life like cooking. Her husband Han, on the other hand, roughhoused with you often and gave you the nickname “scruffy.” It was... awkward, to say the least, when Boba and Han met once more.

Two years into your training, when you were ten years old and Ben was fifteen, Luke took his students— including you— to a special place. Yavin IV, where on a koyo fruit farm, he’d once planted a very special kind of tree. A Force tree.

The owner of the farm, Kes Dameron, opened the door and was surprised to see a Jedi and his students appear. “L... Luke. What are you doing here?”

Luke only smiled. “Hello, Kes. May we come in?”

“O-of course,” the man stepped back to allow the entourage of children into his house.

“You may explore the village,” Luke said to his students, “But return here in an hour. I have something very important to show you.”

Of course, you gravitated to Ben. “Have you been here before?”

“A few times,” Ben replied, and his tone, as it happened too often nowadays, concerned you. He was always tired, always sad, and he almost always avoided his parents when they visited him. “I don’t really know Kes... but his son I know a little better. We’ve met a few times. I’m pretty sure I saw him outside; come on.”

Ben lead you out of the house and to an old, run-down shed, from which the clanking of metal tools came. Ben slid into the open doors first before gesturing for you to come inside, and when you did you found yourself in a world of old parts, dusty air, and filtered beams of yellow-gold sunlight through the crumbling barn slats. In the center of it all was an ancient A-wing, half dissembled and laying in various stages of work throughout the barn. The soft clinks of metal-against-metal and twisting ratchets brought the pair of you over to the other side of the old craft, where a man’s form was half-concealed as he worked on the underside of the ship.

Ben nudged him with the tip of his boot. “Just a sec,” came the muffled response, and a few moments later the man was twisting to see the owner of the boot that’d nudged him, a wrench between his teeth. Thick, dark waves of hair framed his young face, curls plastered to his forehead with sweat. A shirt was tied by the sleeves at his waist, leaving him in an oil-stained tank top and dirty old pants. He was absolutely covered in filth, only emphasizing the way his deep bronze eyes widened. “Ben?!”

He crawled out from underneath the A-wing immediately, removing the wrench from his teeth to reveal a brilliant smile. “Ben! Hey man! Good to see you!” He dragged Ben into a stiff, short hug on the younger man’s part, pulling away with his hands on his hips and looking over Ben with the same fondness of a brother. “It’s been awhile; you’ve grown up!”

“That’s... kind of what happens to people,” Ben replied blandly, rolling his eyes.

The man jerked his head to indicate you with a teasing grin on his face. “This your girlfriend?” The sheer volume of disgusted negative responses from you both had him raising his hands in surrender. “Yeesh, sorry. You gonna introduce me, then?”

Ben sighed, shaking his head. “Poe, this is Y/N. She’s like my little sister. Y/N, this is Poe. He’s an idiot.”

Poe shook your hand in a calloused grip after wiping the grease gathered on it on his pants. “Nice to meet you, Y/N.” He addressed you both excitedly. “So? What are you guys doing here? Luke stop by or something?”

“Yeah, actually,” Ben replied, “He brought us to see the Force tree.”

“You know what else you gotta see? Or actually, try?” Poe looked between you both excitedly, even as Ben rolled his eyes and turned with a sigh to leave the barn. “Koyo fruits.”

You tried, desperately, to stifle the laugh that bubbled up at the prospect of koyo fruits being on the same level of importance as the Force tree. Ben was still walking away. “I’ll be up by the house. You coming, Y/N?"

"Come on, Ben!" Poe laughed after him, gesturing at his retreating form. "All these years and you've never had one koyo fruit!" Ben doesn't wait for you, continuing on his path out of the barn unhindered. Once he's gone, you're alone with Poe, who smiles at you and moves over toward a pack he has nearby. "You ever had koyo fruit, kid?"

You shook your head. Really, you're sure that despite your potentially deadly skills, you looked quite innocent then. Your hair done in cute double braids, the ribbons tied into bows at the ends. You didn't wear the Jedi student robes, since you were not technically one, instead opting for wearing the nice knee-length dress, buckle-closed shoes, and stockings that Luke had gotten for you. On your waist was a little belt with your twin lightsabers hooked to it securely. You probably looked like a child. You were, but you also weren't. No Mandalorian is ever quite so innocent as they seem.

Poe dug around until he found what he was looking for. He pulled out an ovular green fruit, pulling a knife out of his pocket to cut it open and hand you a slice. Tentatively, you took the piece of fruit and ate a small bite; it rewarded you with a starburst of sweet flavor. You'd never tasted anything quite like it. The slice was gone in a matter of seconds, making Poe chuckle. "Told you it was good. Here, you can have the rest of it. I can literally just walk outside and pick one off a tree if I get hungry."

You eagerly accepted the fruit and knife. When he hoisted himself up to sit on the worktable and patted the spot beside him, you did so. "So? Where you from, Y/N?"

"I don't know," You murmur in response. At seeing his face, you add with a shrug, "My dad found me on one of his jobs. My village was destroyed, so he took me in."

Poe tried to fill in the gap, saying, "Then you found out you can be a Jedi?"

"I'm not a Jedi," You correct matter-of-factly, "I'm a Mandalorian. Luke is only teaching me how to use the Force. And he gave me these." You patted a lightsaber at your hip.

Poe's mouth formed an 'o' in surprise, his bronze eyes widening a little. "Oh, a Mandalorian. Where's your helmet, little lady?"

"I don't have one yet," You replied, taking another bite of fruit. "I'm not old enough. My dad's going to get my armor when I turn sixteen."

Poe crooked an eyebrow, a faint smirk on his face. "So, you're a bounty hunter that can use the Force, huh? That makes you a pretty bada-- uh... formidable opponent."

"Just like my dad," You chirped, proud as you pictured your father. "Boba Fett. I learned from the very best."

Honestly, it looked like somebody slapped him. Poe's eyes widened, his jaw fell a little, and then something sparked in his caff irises as he let out a breathy laugh of disbelief. "Y-your dad is Boba Fett?"

"Uh-huh," You replied, eating another piece of fruit and feeling extremely smug-- many people had this reaction when they found out your parentage, and you were immensely proud of it. Your father was well-known and feared throughout the entire galaxy, even in these less-exciting years of his career. "I'm Y/N Janghis Fett."

Poe smiled, his face lit by a ray of sunshine. Your young heart fluttered, and your face flushed. Later that evening you would be writing Poe Dameron + Y/N Janghis Fett in your little personal diary, and Ben would scoff and roll his eyes when he caught you, muttering, "Why aren't I surprised?"

But in that moment, all you could do was stuff another piece of fruit in your mouth to stifle your smile, though it did little good. Poe hopped down. "Well, Y/N Fett: what do you know about ships?"

"I know that this one looks like it needs more than a paint job," You quipped, making him laugh as he surveyed the numerous tools and scattered equipment.

"Yeah, yeah, you could say that..."

"What's wrong with it?"

Poe climbed up into the cockpit, starting to fiddle with buttons that were dry of power. "It's old, for one. This was my mom's A-wing. Aaaaaand..." He punctuated the end of his sentence with a couple loud switches and a shake of his head. "I crashed it a few years back. Found out my dad had it retrieved, and we've been working on it ever since. Everything's in good order, 'cept... the engine won't start... Uh... What are you doing, kid?"

While he was occupied with the controls, he didn't notice that you'd climbed off your seat and made your way over to the open engine compartment. You rearranged a couple of wires, bypassed the main compressor, and then gestured for Poe to power up the ship. Reluctantly, he flipped the button.

Immediately, the ancient A-wing roared to life. Poe's face-- wonder, awe, relief-- was priceless. His sudden smile lit up the whole barn as his wide eyes flicked to you, a scream of excitement bursting from his chest. "Woohoohoo! That's it, that's what I like to hear!" You heard a commotion from outside, and figured that with all the noise, Kes and Luke were coming to see what was happening. They rushed into the barn with the entourage of students trailing curiously behind. Kes stopped short, stunned into silence at the sight. Poe pumped his fist into the air triumphantly. "You hear that?! You hear that purr?!" To the ship, he added, patting the cockpit's panels, "Welcome back, old girl."

He left the ship running as he climbed out, and then lunged for you with tears in his eyes. His voice was soft as he scooped you up into his arms, lifting you clear off the ground. "You're a miracle, Y/N! You fixed my mom’s ship!”

“You did this?” Kes demanded in awe, staring at you as if you were the Maker itself. The attention was almost overwhelming. The other students are somewhere between displeased and jealous, even Ben, who glared at Poe with a disturbing kind of anger you’d never seen on him before. It scared you. On Luke, you seen only pride, as if he somehow knew that your fixing of Poe Dameron's ship was more than mere skill alone. That had he just moved the wires connecting to the compressor just so, his A-wing would have started long ago. He was near enough to the correct alignment, but it was the Force that guided you to the precise configuration required to get the power flowing properly. He notices your realization and gives you a minute nod of approval.

Kes approached you with tears trickling down his cheeks and awe in his eyes. "By the Maker, little one, you've done the impossible."

"I only did what my father would have done," You tried, in an attempt to divert attention from yourself. “He taught me all I know.”

Poe turned to Luke, still beaming. “You’ve gotta get me in touch with Boba Fett. I’ve gotta thank him.” His attention returned to you and he pressed a kiss to your cheek, making you flush. “And you, Y/N! I don’t know how you did it, but thank you!”

From that day forward, as the years passed, your crush would transform into love as you grew older. You’d remember the moment you realized it was love— several years from now, when Poe showed up on your doorstep bloodied and injured from a mission gone wrong. You were only seventeen— or rather, about to turn eighteen, mere weeks before your life would descend into a perilous tumult— but after you’d patched him up, he’d laid on your couch and fallen asleep with you watching carefully over him. He’d asked you, in a low, hoarse voice, to stay with him, and he’d grabbed your wrist to keep you near to him. You knew that he’d only saw you as a friend, maybe a sister— you were only a child. But you couldn’t help it. No other potential partner would ever catch your eye, your heart and soul fixated on Poe Dameron for the rest of your life.

But in the barn, that day, you knew nothing but the discomfort you felt from all the attention and the warmth of having done something so special for someone. Kes and Poe celebrated by providing a massive dinner that was surprisingly excellent, including singing and dancing and the lively playing of instruments. You felt no inclination to join them, and so while Poe played a happy tune on his stringed instrument, you sat off to the side, nibbling on a koyo fruit.

Luke approached you then, his footsteps almost silent. “Hello, Luke,” You greeted. You would never know it, but although Luke loved you like a daughter, sometimes your intelligent gaze perturbed him. At only ten, your big [e/c] held an unsettling wisdom that perhaps only a Mandalorian child could hold within them. Even his other students held no such manners about them.

“Hello, Y/N,” he replied softly, sitting beside you. “You have become very adept at utilizing the Force, more so than most of my students your age.”

“But I’m not to touch the tree,” You finish for him; or so, you assume.

“Quite the contrary,” Luke’s blue eyes flick around the party, frowning a bit. “The other students will have a chance to receive a vision at dawn, as Jedi. But you, my dear, are a Mandalorian in heart and soul.” A brief silence hangs between you, and then he adds, “Did I ever tell you the story of Tarre Vizsla?”

You shook your head. Luke had told you many stories, and you always dedicated them to memory. Hearing the tales from a living legend was something you wished to recall every detail of for the rest of your days. You had never heard him speak of a Tarre Vizsla.

“He was just like you,” Luke said gently, putting a hand on your shoulder as if to assure you. Despite the fact that his cybernetic hand held no human qualities to it other than the intricate and advanced design of the hand, you felt a kind of fatherly warmth radiating off of him.

“Just like me?” You asked, very softly. “A Mandalorian who can use the Force?”

“A Mandalorian who became a Jedi,” Luke corrected, a faint smile on his features. Your eyes widen a bit, praying that he’s not suggesting that you become a Jedi. Their rules and code of conduct are not those of a Mandalorian. Although morals both held a distinct structure in both cultures, Jedi went without attachments, whereas Mandalorians encouraged them. “You actually have a special connection to him.” Immediately, you perk up, eyes wide with a child’s curiosity. Luke nods in answer to your silent but obvious question, continuing without wavering. “Tarre Vizsla became a Jedi as a child, but then returned to his homeworld of Mandalore, where he revived old practices and became their unquestioned leader. It was he who built the Darksaber that Din Djarin now wields. My point here, however, is that your path is similar— except you wish to remain a Mandalorian completely. Therefore I cannot take you to the Force tree.”

His emphasis— and subtle permission— made you smile a little. You sit up on your knees to give him a warm hug, which he rarely engaged in, but this time, he reciprocated your embrace tightly. “Go on, then, little mynock. But you must keep the vision to yourself.”

Of course, you went straight to Poe, since you had no idea where the Force tree was and you were already familiar with him. While his father played a lively jig on a strange type of drum, you approach Poe from the sidelines. He stood on the edge of the crowd gathered to watch the competitive dancing of two students, clapping along with an enormous smile on his face. You have his jacket a couple of tugs to get his attention, loathe to speak too loudly and draw the mocking eyes of everyone else. Immediately, Poe responded, turning to face you and smiling. “Hey there, Fett. What is it?”

You beckoned for him to lean down, and then once he did you whispered in his ear, “Can you take me to the Force tree?”

Poe nodded, taking your hand. “Yeah, sure. Come with me.”

Neither of you are aware you’re being followed until Ben seemed to materialize at your left, making you and Poe jump. “Kriff, Ben,” He sighed in relief. “You scared the hell outta us.”

Ben glanced to Poe before meeting your eyes. “What are you doing?”

“Luke can’t take me to the Force tree,” You explained, “But I have his permission to receive a vision by myself.”

“By yourself?” Poe asked in disbelief. “Isn’t that kinda... Dangerous?”

Ben didn’t seem to like Poe very much. Not at all. But at his observation, Ben smiles knowingly and takes your hand, giving it a reassuring squeeze. “She’s not alone.”

You relaxed, muscles easing from a tension you didn’t realize you’d had. Poe was not a Jedi, even if you could sense the Force in him. He could have done nothing if things went wrong. But Ben, he could help you. With his presence, the thought of approaching such a daunting checkpoint on the way to becoming an apt Force-user seemed much less intimidating. “Thanks, Ben.”

The Force tree was beautiful. Slender, twisting, it was not ancient at all, but it held the wisdom of ten thousand years before it. The very living Force thrummed softly around it, warm and welcoming. Pink blossoms accented the soft green leaves, which rustled lightly in the evening breeze. The light of Yavin shone down through holes in the gray overcast, turning the tree silver at times. You hadn’t realized you’d still been holding a hand from both Ben and Poe until you had to let go of them to make your approach to the tree.

You felt a surge of static and palpable energy, sensing the life and darkness permeating the space around you with an intensity unlike anything you had ever felt. All mortal concerns and senses left you as your soul seemed to be taken to another plane, depicted by a serene field— but that was all you would ever say of it. None would know what you seen that day, just as Luke told you. Poe nor even Ben, who was tapped into the Force, could see what you did. Why your body went rigid against the tree, why you stayed there for at least an hour and a half with the young men watching over you worriedly and debating on whether or not to bring Luke to you. None would know why when you fell away from it, you sobbed for twenty minutes uncontrollably in something like relief. You could never tell anyone. Ever.

And you never did.

You returned to the Force tree so often that Kes came to know your repurposed Naboo starfighter, bringing you the koyo fruits you loved so much. A bitter disappointment for you was that Poe rarely seemed to be there, and although Kes was nice, he spoke very little to you. In all the years you returned to the tree, Poe was only there once, and he was leaving as you were arriving. You’d been fifteen then. The next year you became a Mandalorian in full, christened by Din’s following of Mandalorians known as the Heirs of Glass. You were given a complete set of beskar armor that you painted a soft pastel jade to match your father’s, and he gifted you with the Slave, your inheritance. Still, you had yet more to learn about the Force, so you remained with Luke and came to visit the Force tree often.

The Force tree’s visions guided you through the most tumultuous portion of your young life. When, at eighteen, you were lucky enough to be visiting the Force tree when Ben snapped.

He had always been seclusive and quiet, but he spoke to you freely enough and you cared for him deeply. In recent years he had begun to become violent, prone to outbursts of anger toward Luke, the other students— even you, his closest friend. The Force warned everyone near him of danger. And when you felt him slipping away into the darkness clawing at his soul, you tightened your grip on him, gaining the strength to hold on and try to keep him in the light. His swirling conflagration of the two contrasts frightened Luke, whom was wary of him and his following of odd and quiet students, ones whom openly shunned you but dared not do it near Ben, who even still protected you and valued you above all else. His mother, Leia, visited more often, sometimes with Han, who seemed awkward and stiff around his son. But that night... that night there was no one there for Ben.

Not even you.

Earlier in the evening, Ben had snapped at you during a casual spar. In a fit of rage spawned from your concern, his blind rampage nearly killed you. His lightsaber had burnt through the lightweight but durable pants you wore under your beskar, leaving a nasty gash on your thigh. Ben realized what he’d done only after, apologizing profusely before retreating. His aura clouded with something akin to black smoke, felt but not seen, and that would be the last you’d see of Ben for a very long time.

His attack hurt you deeper than the cauterized burn on your thigh. You had never, ever given Ben a reason to be angry with you. He was your elder brother in heart if not in blood, and you adored him. For him to unleash such anger on you, your seventeen-year-old self wondered if he cared for you anymore as much as he claimed, or even as much as he thought he did himself if he could hurt you so easily.

“I just need some time to think,” You’d told Luke as you’d climbed aboard the ramp of the Slave. “I’ll be back soon.” Luke was always aware of when you were leaving for Yavin IV, but right then he’d looked more concerned than you’d ever seen him, frowning from underneath of his cloak. He said nothing verbally, but through the Force he willed you to come back as soon as possible, as soon as you had cleared your head.

And so you left. You were on Yavin IV when Ben fully snapped, when he nearly killed Luke and set fire to the Jedi Academy with all of the students inside. All save for his band of followers, all save for you. You learned those details later, when Leia, alone with Han’s sudden departure and return to the smuggling trade, came to you to explain what had happened. She had heard it from Luke, via the Force— your elder brother was now the Sith Lord Kylo Ren, leader of the Knights of Ren and apprentice to Supreme Leader Snoke of the First Order. He was Ben no longer. The brother you had known was dead and gone, swallowed by darkness and transformed into an unrecognizable monster.

You stayed with Leia through those first few days of grieving, taking solace in her presence and that of C-3PO, whom did his best to comfort you. Kes came to offer his condolences to Leia, and with him came Poe, tears in his dark eyes. He’d rapped his knuckles on your helmet after kneeling in front of you, forcing a smile. “Hey, miracle,” He’d whispered hoarsely, using his endearing nickname for you— he’d never forgotten you fixing his mother’s ship. “You okay?” In that moment and that moment only, you showed how you truly felt around someone other than your father. You’d burst into sobs and collapsed into his arms, and Poe had cried with you, holding you so tightly you could barely breathe.

R2-D2 shut off, tucked in a corner and unable to be started by anyone, when Luke— without a word to anyone else— disappeared into the cosmos, guilt-ridden. You knew, though, where he went. His cybernetic hand gripped your shoulder firmly. “You know where to find me, little mynock.” Stiffly, you’d nodded, ensuring that your mentor understood that you’d seek him out of necessary and guard his hiding place with your life. Surely, Kylo Ren would be looking for him. He’d be looking for you.

Like your mentor, you disappeared from the public eye. Your father’s reputation alone was enough to get you some easy bounty hunting jobs, and over the years your name became well-known in the bounty hunting community. Fett returned to the highest ranks, sought out and booked for the hardest, dirtiest jobs nobody else would do. You were paid fine money, which you used to upgrade your ship, the Slave, until it was like brand-new— but faster, stronger, more powerful. Throughout the galaxy your name brought fear to those who uttered it, recognized for what it was: a death sentence. Small clans and groups of Mandalorians respected you, and you had numerous contracts from numerous bounty hunting guilds. Busy at your work, you were off-the-radar. Few could find you easily, instead waiting on your arrival, but you knew your wanderings could be discovered by Kylo Ren if he really wanted to. You lived in a combination of anxiety and restlessness, awaiting the day you would cross sabers with your brother.

Your boots jangled like spurs with the addition of little steel-cased grenades in belts around your calves, signaling your entrance to the shoddy cantina which held one of several bounty hunting guilds you sold your expertise to. At your waist were a dozen tracking fobs with green lights, letting everyone know that in your ship you had those dozen bounties locked up securely or frozen in carbonite. The cantina momentarily went silent at the sight of your armor, at the sight of a Mandalorian in green beskar. Whispers trickled from one worried patron to the next, whispers of “That’s her— that’s Fett!”

You’d be lying if you ever said your fame brought you anything but a sense of pride for your name. “Mando!” Laughed the Devaronian barkeep, Searn Zar; he also was the benefactor of this bounty hunting guild. “Where’ve you been? We were starting to get a little worried!”

You weren’t here, however, for this guild. You were on contract for a different one at the moment, so you ignored Zar and crossed the room, the one singular red tracking fob you had left pinging frantically as you approached your target: sitting by himself was a presumably male Ubese in full raider armor. None dared to ask any questions. Everyone got out of your way, pulling out of reach of even your heavy black cape and all but cowering from you. The Ubese spotted you immediately, cockily lounging back in his seat. Ah. He’s going to be difficult.

You stopped once you reached the table, turning off the fob and switching the light to green before hooking it to your belt. The Ubese chuckled, gesturing at you lazily. His high-pitched, squeaky voice, distorted by the helmet, grated on your ears. “Finally. I was wondering when you were gonna show up.”

You heaved a heavy sigh, a hand resting pointedly on one of the blasters at your hip. “I can bring you in warm... or I can bring you in cold.”

The Ubese scoffed, starting to reach up for his helmet. “How about... you not take me in at all?” You’re five seconds away from stunning him right there, but then he pulled the helmet off and you froze up. He leaned back in his seat, leaving the helmet on the table and shooting you a lazy grin.

Poe Dameron’s dark eyes seemed to meet yours even through your helmet. “Hey, miracle.”

Your heart, despite your outward facade of steel, gives a very un-Mandalorian-like stutter. You haven’t seen Poe in at least two years, but he looks no different to you. His thick dark curls were messy and damp with sweat from the heat of the helmet, a few loose strands clinging to the tanned skin of his forehead and temples. His bronze eyes were flecked gold, reflecting the old dingy lights of the cantina and giving them a new, actually beautiful purpose. Framing his angled jawline and full lips was a five o’clock shadow that gave him a rougher edge. “Takin’ lines from Din, Fett?” You hide the girlish shudder that threatens your spine at the sound of his low, soft voice. You’d never admit it— not to his face— but you’d missed him.

Maybe a little too much.

You were in love, and he clearly didn’t feel the same— how could he? When you’d first met, you were a child and he was already an adult. There was an age gap between you. Surely he no longer seen the little girl with the twin braids, but he certainly would never unsee it. No part of him could ever love you like you wanted him to. Therefore it was extremely hard to see him, and him seeking you out was definitely worse and unexpected.

Your hand dropped from your blaster. “Poe Dameron.”

His smile sent butterflies straight to your stomach. “Y/N. Glad I finally found you.”

You sat down opposite of him, expecting that he must want something to have looked for you. More concerning was the simple fact that he succeeded in locating you. “How did you find me, Dameron?”

Poe smirked, leaning his forearms on the table. “It’s pretty easy, actually. All I had to do was explain to Boba what’s going on, and he told me where to find you.”

You relaxed a bit. If that was all... “What do you want?”

“I have to have a reason to come see you?” Poe questioned, pouting a little.

You’re glad for the helmet, for you can’t help smirk a little at that. “Maybe not. But I haven’t seen you in over a year, Poe. You never seek me out unless you need something.”

He sighed, closing his eyes for a minute before replying to you. “Okay, I get it. I’ve got a few birthdays to make up for. How old are you, now?”

“I hardly see how that applies to this conversation,” You answered smugly, but when he started to frown, you added, “I’m twenty. Why?”

He shrugged. “Just trying to get to know you better.”

Poe was bouncing his leg nervously, biting his lip. Clearly, something was up. You reached across the table, your gloved hand enclosing one of his. For you, it’s an intimate gesture. You have always hated the sensation of being touched, even with your full armor. It felt alien, and unwelcome. But here you breached that barrier in an attempt to calm him, so that he might tell you why he came here. “Poe,” You said softly.

He immediately responded to your touch, surprising you. He flipped his hand so that he could grab yours, so tightly your bones popped. You didn’t have the heart to pull away, not when you seen the worry in his eyes when they flicked up to meet yours. “...This...This is really important, Y/N. Potentially fate-of-the-galaxy important.”

Your insides twisted. “This has something to do with... with Ren, doesn’t it?”

Poe nodded a little, specifying under his breath. “The First Order.”

You sighed through your nose, trying to stifle the anxiety that flooded your chest. The First Order and the Republic were two parties who wanted nothing to do with. The Republic stood for a good cause, but they were pushovers and too forgiving. Too naïve. The First Order was monstrous, deadly, a revival of the Empire in most senses of the word. You wanted nothing to do with either of them, nor the fate of the cosmos. “What’s happening?”

Poe shook his head. “...We intercepted some information. The First Order... they’re looking for somebody called Lor San Tekka. An explorer. An expert of all Jedi lore. And probably the only one in the galaxy who might know where to find Luke.”

Your back stiffens. “Except for me.”

“Except for you,” Poe confirms, squeezing your hand even tighter. “If they get him first, Jay...” He shook his head at the mere thought of what they could do to your mentor; or more specifically, of what Kylo Ren would do to your mentor. You feel many things, but two of them are a surge of protectiveness and fear. Anger plays a role as well, and you find yourself holding Poe’s hand back just as tightly.

“You want me to help you find him.” You managed. Working with Poe is the last thing you want. You certainly don’t need to fall for him any harder than you already have. Getting into the conflict between the First Order and the Republic— much less playing a part in the fate of the galaxy— is a prospect with which you want nothing to do with.

But your mentor needs you.

Poe nodded again, as if trying to sympathize with your reluctance and emphasize his point. “Yeah. I do.” His dark eyes locked with yours. You wondered if the Force guided his movements, for him to be able to pierce yours so effortlessly. “I want you to help me find Luke Skywalker.”

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[vaderrevastan]

Let me make some things clear first before I go into saying what I’m about to say about Grogu’s recent flashback of Order 66 at the Jedi Temple.

Firstly I’m glad that Kelleran Beq finally got the recognition he’s been deserved but that’s been deprived from him in the Star Wars universe and franchise. And secondly (and lastly) I honestly couldn’t think of a better Jedi then him to be the one who saved Grogu on that night on Coruscant.

Despite that , I was and am disappointed that Anakin didn’t once make an appearance while Kelleran and Grogu were making their escape. I find it a little difficult to believe that with how important and even more special Grogu was , giving how he likely was the last of Yoda’s kind that Anakin wouldn’t have (and didn’t) make a straight B line for him and instead just let the Clone troopers handle him. You would think Anakin would want to be the one that night to handle Grogu, to make sure Grogu didn’t escape and survive like he did.

And yes Anakin most definitely knew about Grogu and about his existence as most people who lived and trained in the temple did. Anakin lived there and trained there ever since Kenobi took him under his wing when he was nothing but a child. Him not knowing about Grogu would just be nonsense and straight up crazy and unrealistic.

It’s unrealistic that Kelleran and Grogu’s escape from the burning temple, that was a current battle field and war zone that night was as easy as it was shown to be. With how special and rare Grogu was , realistically Anakin wouldn’t have let them escape so easily, not without a fight. With the skilled and talented Jedi’s that both Anakin and Kelleran were, it most definitely would’ve been an epic fight scene between the two , with Grogu of course only able to be a spectator , safely watching in his floating pod.

With by some miraculous way, Kelleran would have momentarily been able to either disarm Anakin from his lightsaber or momentarily knock him down to the ground, affording him and Grogu a quick escape finally. But not before Kelleran looked back and seen Anakin’s red Sith eyes, making him apart of the small group that knows Anakin is Darth Vader and the next and new Sith Lord. Not that he wouldn’t have already known that during their fight.

Make it make since Star Wars, no way would Grogu not be on the top of Anakin’s kill list that night at the temple. Yes all younglings and Jedi were on his list and Yes Grogu was a youngling like the others, but he was the last of Yoda’s kind making him a far more crucial target and a far more important target as well.

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Grogu thought about Ahsoka Tano frequently after their meeting on Corvus. When he was feeling petty he wondered why she had never tried to help him. When he was feeling generous he considered that his fate was of small consequence in the larger galaxy, considering all the evil that the Emperor had perpetrated or had enticed others to perform. Ahsoka must have been pursing a very important path to justice and peace to just let Grogu be lost. 

Fortunately, when Grogu was lost in those thoughts, his dad, the Mandalorian, would very kindly help him find his way through these questions of moral indemnity. 

“Buddy? Why are you pouting? Didn’t you get enough frogs at breakfast?”

That always brought Grogu back to the here and now. Right now Grogu had a good life. He had a dad who made him breakfast. A fast ship to take them to interesting planets where they met equally interesting people. He had friends like Peli Motto and Greef Karga. What more did he need? 

Knowing why no one else came to find him over the years after the Jedi Temple fell because bad people did bad things, wasn’t productive or instructive. It was in the past and couldn’t be changed. All thinking about it did was, in fact, make him pout and that made him get indigestion and no one wanted to waste a perfectly good breakfast of frogs or gorgs or other tasty things by having a stomachache. 

Grogu murmured back to the tall human that he loved him. Din Djarin still hadn’t figured out that the coo’s and sighs meant that, but one day he’d figure it out. He was pretty smart for a human. 

Grogu knew that sounded kind of harsh and he’d normally put that down to the indigestion, but really he was feeling kind of harsh about it all. Seeing Ahsoka had reminded him of things he’d wanted to forget and one of those things was how the people who’d aided the Emperor, outside of the Inquisitors, were almost always humans. 

Sure the Empire might hire bounty hunters from any sentient species. They might cultivate and train Force adepts from any group as long as they could be bent toward the Emperor’s plots and plans of controlling and ultimately hurting everyone else. But when you looked at the people who were really close or at the tippy top of the Empire’s structure, they were all human. 

Well, except for that one blue guy, but he was just blue. He wasn’t a Twi’lek or a Togruta, or an Iktotchi or a Wookie. And while General Grievous was mostly a machine when he lead the Separatist army, he was readily sacrificed by the Sith Lord who would become known as Emperor Palpatine. Apparently, the Emperor really didn’t care much for non-humans, even the ones that were pretty close to being humans. 

Grogu wondered why that was. How did you end up just favoring one group over another? Despite the momentary annoyance he felt at Ahsoka reminding him of things he’d rather forget, he knew that annoyance had nothing to do with her being a Togruta. When he met the Mythrol who worked for Greef Karga he never considered all Mythrols to be as tricky and fast talking as that one had been. So why would the Emperor think that he should be surrounded by humans, unless, as a Sith, he knew that humans were kind of weak and easy to manipulate? 

That probably explained why the Empire had had such a hard time dealing with Mandalorians. They were a stubborn people. And were the opposite of easy to manipulate, at least most of them. At the very least his dad, Din Djarin, was hard to manipulate. You couldn’t just look at him with big, partially tear filled eyes and make a mournful sound and hold up your empty bowl and expect him to just refill it with fresh frogs for the third time in a row. Grogu knew that the bounty hunter was sensitive to criticism about his parenting skills, but he couldn’t manipulate Din that way. The Mandalorian was too smart for that, now.

Grogu was glad that he was under the Mandalorian’s care and protection, regardless of how many frogs he was able to eat at any given moment. Din Djarin didn’t seem to care where people came from or what what they had done as long as they dealt with him honestly and fairly. He even forgave people really easily when he understood what had happened to cause them to misbehave (looking at you Greef Karga). The only group of people Din Djarin really seemed to have a problem with were criminals. People who just broke the rules because they could and particularly if they profited from it. 

That must have been a pretty fine line to walk. How do you know, really know, who’s good or bad? Sometimes good people did bad things for good reasons. Sometimes bad people accidentally did good things. How do you choose? How do you let the assassin droid help you with the mission and then end it when it’s instructions differ from yours? Of course IG-11 wasn’t a person. But did that really make a difference? Grogu didn’t know. 

So maybe that had been the problem all along. He didn’t really know if Ahsoka had tried to find him or not. He didn’t ask and she didn’t volunteer an answer. Had she spent all those years walking the same fine lines as the Mandalorian? Trying to do the best thing at each moment and dealing with the disappointments and delays as best she could? The Force worked in mysterious ways. Every Jedi knew that. 

Of course Grogu was not really a fan of mysteries. He much preferred puzzles and he sighed as he realized that people were more one, than the other. He’d just have to learn to deal with that. He wondered if another bowl of frogs would help? 

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