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Tal'galar - Rogue, Chapter 31|| The Mandalorian x Force Sensitive!Reader

Gif by: @klassyfeels

Summary: You received an order. And you’ll carry it out, no matter the cost or consequence.

A/N: Oh dear.🤭This one is a little shorter, as I split the original chapter 31 into 2 to allow for the dramatic ending 👀

Warnings: More for mature readers: Heavy on the injury/gore - blood, knives, killing someone, loss of control, reader going a bit crazy, swearing, angst

Word count: 3.3k+

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Mando’a Translation: Tal'galar - to spill blood; to bleed.

Blood.

There was blood everywhere.

In your hair, over your clothes – soaked into the fabric.

It was coating your neck and your face, dripping heavy through your hair and scalp.

You could taste it, hot on your tongue and filling your mouth with the metallic tang of iron.

But this wasn’t like your first kill, where you washed your mouth out for days to get rid of the taste. No, this… This was different.

This was good. You liked the red war paint coating your skin, liked the way the smoke still rose from the body in front of you. The scent of burnt flesh permeated the air, thick and cloying but to you, it was nothing more than the sweet perfume of success.

You’d completed your mission.

~~Moments ago~~

”Kill him.”

”Okay.”

You’d been given an order… and so you did it.

The quarry was walking out of a cantina, opposite where you and Din where hiding, shrouded in darkness and a bubble of your force to stop any noise.

The planet was dark, the streets lit with the high burning lamps and this area had been deserted.

That silky voice had filtered into your mind, mixing with the knowledge that this man had destroyed lives, had killed children, torn apart families…. Why should he live?

The puck had said bring him back dead or alive.

When planning it earlier, Din had decided to go with bringing him back warm, to let someone else deal with him - despite the vile acts he committed, you had to agree.

You weren’t in the mood for bloodshed.

Something within you felt off-kilter, a haze over your mind that was like swimming through thick sludge, creeping at the edges of your vision and running clawed fingers down your spine.

And that had been the plan…

Up until now.

Up until that voice.

The next breath after your agreement, it was like that haze fell completely over you.

It shut out anything unnecessary – thought, emotion, noise – anything that wasn’t your target.

Adrenaline coursed through your veins like liquid lightning, driving you forward.

You had broken from your hiding spot, shifting across the cobbled street like a phantom, from shadow to shadow and… and it was like they seemed to move with you, bleeding across the ground just that little more to keep you in the dark longer.

Weird. Maybe it was the lighting.

Everything became secondary, even the man you had left behind faded into the background as you focused on the retreating figure of the one ahead of you – your prey.

“Wait – what are you doing?” Din’s whispered confusion carried over to you on a breeze, the faintest flare of light reflection of his helmet as he peeked from the shadows.

You knew he would be wearing that trademark frown, his dark brows furrowed, darker eyes mingled with confusion but also curiosity. He was forever kept on his toes around you, wondering what you might do next – and now was no exception.

Your answer was a mere wave of your hand, and after a few seconds hesitation you saw Din slip back into the shadows.

This wasn’t the first time he had let you lead the hunt… But it may be the first time he had the complete wrong idea about what you were going to do.

You weren’t going to take down this man, rough him up a little and throw him in the Crest…

No.

You were going to destroy him.

The overhead lamps cast a rim of light around his silhouette, making him look like a glittering beacon for you to land on and sink your teeth into.

It was almost too easy to slip from the shadows and up him, to slide your hand over his mouth and plunge a blade under his ribcage with the sound like cutting open a melon. The serrated blade dragged through skin and flesh, tearing through muscle and burying home in his liver.

His shout of shock and agony was muffled against your hand, and he scrabbled uselessly at your arm as you twisted the blade before yanking it out, further tearing organ and skin. Blood gushed hot and thick over your blade and skin, but it only fuelled you further.

It was such a pretty colour.

And one you were so used to.

He dropped to the ground as soon as you let go of him, and you followed him, pinning him down to the earth with your knees and you grinned wickedly at him, “Hi.”

The poor man screamed, but it ended in a garbled choke as your fist landed in his windpipe, collapsing his vocal cords and blocking any further noise, “Now, now, there’ll be none of that. Wouldn’t want to cause a scene.” You chuckled softly, grasping his chin and you looked over him, deciding where to begin.

There was a sudden scuff of footsteps, Din’s voice abruptly in your ear, “What are you doing?!” He sounded frantic, shocked and… a little scared. His hand encircled your arm gently, as if to pull you off from you quarry.

As if to stop you from completing your mission.

I must complete the mission.

You snarled, whipping to face him with your teeth bared and you sent him back with a strong pulse of the Force, knocking him to the ground. “He deserves this.”

Din grunted as he landed in the dust, but he was getting back to his feet instantly, always getting back up no matter, “I agree with you, sweetheart. He doesn’t deserve to live after the lives he’s taken, but we don’t do this. This isn’t us… It’s not you.” He made to move to you again, his hands reaching out.

A soft, silken laugh slipped past your lips, and you cocked your head, “Oh, Din. It is me. You just haven’t seen this part of me yet.” You flicked your fingers at him, turning to look back down at your task.

There was a soft thud, like a muffled impact and then Din made a noise of utter shock, “What are you doing?”

I must complete the mission.

You’d surrounded him in a Force bubble, keeping him contained and out of your way.

“Sweetheart, what – Why have you put me in here?” Disbelief heavily coloured his tone, unable to process that for the first time in months and months… You’d shut him out.

You didn’t grant him the time to look at him, merely shrugging, “You were in my way.” You looked down at the weapons strapped to your body, trying to decide what to use on the man as he thrashed uselessly beneath you, whining like a dying animal… Which he was.

“I did warn you of the monster I am, but you refused to listen.”

“No, no-”

“Enough, Din.” With that, you thickened the wall, muffling his voice slightly so it was mere background chatter.

The man pinned beneath you gained your attention once again and you tilted his head this way and that, “What shall I do with you…” The tip of your knife dragged down his cheek, catching the skin and sending rivulets of blood down his jaw.

He made those useless huffs of breath again, like brief coughs, his watery eyes so wide you could see the whites all the way around.

You pouted at him “You could look a bit cheerier, my love.” The grip you held on his chin allowed you to pull his mouth open, and a quick scoot over had your blade pressing to the corner of his mouth.

More blood pooled into the dirt as you carved a jagged, bloody smile in his face.

Look, mama. I’m an artist.

Din was shouted at you, muffled yells of anguish and horror – not at you, more at the terrible things that were happening to you. He was a mere hum, a backing track to the carnage you were causing.

The poor man thrashed and bucked, trying to get you off him, trying to get awa from the searing, dragging agony of your blade.

Every drop of blood spilt, every garbled shout of pain merely fuelled you, serving as an instant reward and you could almost hear the purring of the beast within you.

Her bloodlust was being sated, drinking in the scarlet nectar and basking in the fear. The same fear that that you had felt for so long, nearly took your life to escape – and now someone else was having a taste of that darkness.

You leant back when you had carved a smile on both sides of his face, panting a little and you allowed him the chance to try and drag himself away, to believe he could be saved. He couldn’t scream, his vocal cords hadn’t recovered and all that came out of his mouth was a garbled wail.

Din hurled himself against the invisible wall behind you, slamming his shoulder and palms against the barrier, “Sweetheart, you have to listen to me, you have to stop. This isn’t you; this isn’t what we do.” He grunted as he was thrown back to the ground, his head cracking the floor beneath the helmet.

Ordinarily, the sound would have made you sick, made you want to tear down whoever had hurt him.

But that perpetrator was you… and you had more important things to do.

You turned back to the man currently dragging himself across the ground, leaving smears of blood in the dirt. He was a few metres away now and you decided that was enough hope for him.

Light from the cantina sign glinted off the bloody blade as it flipped through the air, over and over before embedding itself straight through your victims’ palm, pinning him into the ground.

He looked over his shoulder at you, tears rolling down his cheeks and a pathetic wet noise coming from his strangled voice.

You merely grinned at him, a grin that was all sharp teeth and pure animal hunger.

You were going to enjoy this.

The sky overhead darkened rapidly, thick, roiling clouds dragging in and bringing with it the crashing of thunder, like boulders slamming together in the mountains.

“Cyar’ika...?” The hesitant rasp of Din’s voice filtered through the haze of carnage that still gripped you.

Your mind was empty, save for the dark satisfaction that you had destroyed this creature’s life – for he was no man, not worthy of living for the things he had done.

“Good girl.”

A smile lifted your lips at the purr in your mind, relaxing your body now you knew you had that praise and approval.

I completed the mission.

Footsteps scuffed the dirt to your left, that voice suddenly whispering, “Threat, threat, threat.”

“Sweetheart.” Din’s voice was right next to you, hoarse from all the shout and his hand brushed your shoulder – And then there was a flash of white light as you activated your saber and swung out for him.

There was a stuttered gasp of surprise form the man and he threw his arm up just in time, sparks flying as your lightsaber clashed with the beskar.

The steel repelled the strike of the saber, holding firm and steady beneath the assault.

As exactly as it was supposed to when it was original used all that time ago.

“Hey!! It’s me, it’s Din!” There were no lives out here who didn’t know who he was. He was your partner, your love, your fiancé… But you didn’t recognise him.

Lightning forked across the sky, illuminating everything in harsh starkness. It highlighted the blood on your face, the dead look of emptiness in your eyes, the angry baring of your teeth. You were looking at him as if seeing a stranger, or a threat. There was nothing in your expression that showed you knew this man, knew the other half of your soul.

Something caught Din’s eye, something that made his already chilled blood freeze.

That red glow was creeping back into the white plasma blade, staining the purity with the colour of blood that coated your face like war paint.

The colour of the Dark Side.

Just as you were about to go for him, just as Din thought he was going to have to fight for his life against the one who had saved it, there were steady footsteps behind you.

“Well, my Padawan seems to have strayed too far after all.”

Ahsoka came to a stop a metre behind you, her cloak being buffeted and tugged by the harsh wind. She regarded you calmly, though there was pain in her eyes at watching yet another of her close companions fall prey to the Dark Side.

She deliberately avoided looking at the lightsabers, keeping her gaze focused steadily on you.

You rolled your eyes, barely looking over your shoulder at her, “I’m not your Padawan. I never was.” The acid in your voice was so unlike you, such a contrast to your usual tone that Din felt like he was looking at a stranger.

A stranger bent on killing him and now possibly Ahsoka too.

There was a very, very well-hidden flicker of pain that danced across her features, but she merely hummed softly, walking around to come to a stop at Din’s side, “I see. Well, I suppose if I ask you to stop, you’ll laugh in my face?”

“Yep. Look at that, you are smart after all.’ You shot her a saccharine smile, “I’m in awe.”

Nausea rose in Din’s throat, burning his windpipe and he almost whispered aloud to himself to wake up, to end this nightmare before it came to its inevitable end.

Inch by inch, the blade grew redder and redder.

You still held your sabers defensively – in the same position as Ahsoka, which was heart-breaking to bear witness to, considering what you wanted to do to her. To them.

The only sound to be heard in the open space was the faint pitter patter of rain beginning to fall, increasing steadily and slowly with each passing second.

Neither Din nor Ahsoka moved, neither wanted to trigger the fight that would end up in someone getting seriously hurt.

You were unhinged, sucked into that haze of allure and dark power shown to you by the King of Shadows and Death.

The rain only increased to a downpour, the sky clashing and rumbling as if the Maker was watching what was happening – and was not happy about it one bit.

The rain increased to a downpour, the unleashing of the Makers’ wrath… and it seemed to awake you.

One minute you were still – the next you were a whirlwind, dancing between Din and Ahsoka like some kind of wraith.

The twin sabers that used to match Ahsoka’s were now pulsating a deep ruby red, as dark as the blood that had dried on your face. They danced through the pouring rain like two beacons of death, whirling and slashing in an endless torrent.

Din ducked as Ahsoka swung out at you, clashing her saber against yours and then he felt something push at his mind, begging to be let in.

If he wasn’t so trained in the flow of battle, he might have stopped, might have stumbled with the surprise but he didn’t. He let it in and felt Ashoka’s voice in his head like he suspected.

“She’s not holding back, it’s like she can’t recognise who we are.” She grunted out loud as you punched her hard in the ribs, twisting and skipping back lightly before Ahsoka could retaliate, “We need to try to subdue her, or she’ll kill us.” Her normal sunset orange skin had paled, the weight of what was happening finally hitting home for Din.

He didn’t have time to react however, because you flung out a hand, making Ahsoka sail through the air and crash hard into a tree, the thud echoed by a booming clap of thunder.

In the darkness of the storm, with the lightning tearing the sky apart behind you, the rain making tracks in the blood on your face… You looked like an avenging demon, ready to bring vengeance to the world with your pulsing red sabers.

Your gaze was trained on Ahsoka, every measured step bringing you closer to the woman who had trained you, who had filled that space of a caring, maternal figure… And you would destroy her, Din had no doubt about it.

And you would never come back from it.

Din moved before he could think, running through the heavy mud and he threw himself at you, using the force of his run and the weight of him to tackle you to the ground.

You immediately fought back, growling and battering him with your knees but he pinned them, risking the loss of his arm to haul your wrists above your head and keep them down, keep those sabers away from him. “Enough!!”

He sucked in a deep breath, his head spinning, and he briefly wondered if he was hyperventilating, but there was no time to think about that, not with you writhing and thrashing beneath him.

You still didn’t say a word, still eerily silent like you had been this entire fight.

Where were you?

He strengthened his hold on your limbs and looked at you. Really looked… and you weren’t there. Not really.

It was just like the trances that had befallen you on Coruscant.

You were just as beautiful as ever, but there was no softness in your expression now.

This was the warrior, the wolf who had been born from years of loss and anger, from being on the run and clawing your way out to survive.

You would kill them both.

Din felt his heart contract like a fist hand plunged through his beskar and squeezed.

What was he doing?

He couldn’t fight you, not anymore.

He always held back when you had first met, when you were trying to hurt him but now… Now you were trying to kill him, and he was still pulling his punches. “No…”

He whispered the word and shook his head, ignoring Ahsoka’s warning cry and he dropped his weapons, loosening his grip on you, “No.”

Din rose to his feet, holding his hands up to you, “I’m not doing this, cyar’ika. I know you’re still in there, just… Just come back to me. Please.” He reached out to you, extending his hand palm up.

You had moved up into a defensive position as soon as he let you go, and you remained in it now as you watched him, silent.

The flatness of your eyes gave nothing away, the immovable expression on your face marred only by the dried blood.

Ahsoka rose to her feet from somewhere behind him, slowly and he felt her eyes burning into the back of his head.

He knew what he was risking here. He knew the most likely outcome… But he had to try.

Din reached out further, taking one single step toward you. “Come home.”

And then you moved so fast you were a blur, one minute standing before him and the next…

The next you had knocked him to the ground with a pulse of the Force, dragging the air from his lungs and pinning him uselessly.

Din choked, his eyes widening beneath the helmet, but he didn’t move. Didn’t even try to fight you. His lungs already burned with the abrupt emptying of them, and he knew you wouldn’t stop.

So, he looked up at you, silhouetted against the explosive sky, flashes of lightning casting silver-white edges to your frame like the touch of the Maker, and if that was the last sight, he saw… Then so be it, “I love you.”

Your face flickered, merely a faint snarl as you swung your arm back, bringing the red saber down in an arc that would end through his neck.

The vibrating hum echoed in Din’s ears, his eyes still locked on your face – once his saviour, now his executioner.

The rain sparked off the plasma blade as it arched through the sky, filling Din’s vision with its ruby red beam as it plunged toward his throat.

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