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syn0vial · 3 years

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do you by any chance have any more boba facts? 🥺🥺 i love it if you would grace me with your vast boba knowledge 🥰

i’d be happy to oblige, friend! here are some more miscellaneous boba deets, courtesy of the EU/legends 😊

though there are varying portrayals by different authors re: boba’s take on collateral damage, one of my favorites comes from one of the earliest boba fett stories. in it, boba is hunting han solo (of course) some time after the events of the original trilogy, but during the mission, things go awry and a civilian character is mortally wounded by a blaster bolt meant for han. boba, who in this timeline has never killed the wrong target before, proceeds to let han solo run away so he can check on the woman and, once he realizes that she’s too far gone to save, he administers something to ease her passing and kneels by her side, holding her hand until she passes away. it’s a surprisingly tender scene and goes to show that, as ruthless as he is, boba just isn’t willing to let someone die a slow, painful, lonely death for his fuck-up.

speaking of han, as boba gets older, he becomes deeply embarrassed by his “rivalry” with solo as a young man and will insist to anyone who brings it up that it wasn’t a thing and that han just tells everyone they’re “nemeses” for the Drama Of It All

this is infinitely more hilarious if you’ve read early EU work in which boba’s rivalry with han consisted mostly of boba obsessively hunting him while han is like “GET AWAY FROM ME YOU FUCKING WEIRDO”

speaking of things boba finds embarrassing once he’s older, at one point, he’s trying to verify the legit-ness of someone claiming to be telemetric (able to read memories off of objects), so he gives the man a necklace belonging to another bounty hunter he was romantically involved in as a teenager. boba is very skeptical and not expecting much, until the man starts reciting pick-up lines boba used at the wise old age of 16

cue boba just about dying inside

like, his thoughts are literally just, “OH GOD, IT’S ALL TOO STUPID FOR HIM TO BE MAKING UP ON THE SPOT, HE FUCKING KNOWS”

honestly, they’re less pick-up lines and more just. a very sincere list of reasons he likes this other bounty hunter.

“YOU’RE GOOD AT SHOOTING THINGS. YOU’RE PRETTY??? I TRUST YOU???”

love that apparently boba’s idea of flirting as a teenager was just frantically chucking heartfelt positive statements at someone in no particular order

to his credit, it did work 😂

the lowest amount boba has ever killed someone for is three credits. this happens bc boba is trying to save the son of a clone, connor, from his creditors, initially by offering to pay his debt of half a million credits for him. when the creditor rejects boba’s offer and insists that he’d rather kill connor, connor fishes into his pockets, produces three credits, and goes, “HEY, FETT, I’LL GIVE YOU THREE CREDITS IF YOU KILL THIS ASSHOLE FOR ME” and boba’s like, “u kno what, fuck it” and does just that.

boba in the aftermath of fucking up all the shit, standing next to connor in a room full of dead bodies, including one rancor: “you owe me three credits :/”

okay, now for some cultural stuff, starting with mando’a!

though boba in the mandalorian seems at least able to read mando’a script, in the EU, he doesn’t start to learn mando’a until he’s much older

naturally, some of the first words he picks up are curse words LMAO

man is a stoic, battle-hardened bounty hunter and he still learns languages like a fucking fourth grader

aside from cusses, two words he has particular reactions to are aruetii and ba’buir

aruetii means “outsider” or “non-mandalorian” and boba feels weird and self-conscious using it bc, uh... that... probably includes him in the eyes of most mandalorians, huh?

ba’buir means “grandfather.” in the EU, he does indeed have a granddaughter who calls him this and he becomes quietly attached to the it as a term of address—to the point where, when his granddaughter refers to her grandmother as “ba’buir” as well, boba has a moment of “hey wait, that’s my word >:(”... before remembering that the word can be used for both. GENDERLESS NOUNS, BAY-BEE

boba has... mostly negative feelings about the mandalorian view of the afterlife or the manda. basically, it’s a collective consciousness of every mandalorian who has ever died. non-mandalorians don’t go there bc according to traditional mandalorian belief, non-mandalorians don’t have souls

it’s quite telling that the normally not-very-expressive boba winces when the topic of the manda is brought up. and then when he’s asked what his problem is, he has a whole list of questions/objections to the manda as a concept. what if a mandalorian doesn’t want to go to the manda? do you have to spend eternity having your consciousness mixed with real monsters like tor vizsla and montross (mandalorians associated with death watch responsible for orphaning/betraying boba’s father)? what if you have non-mandalorian family members? are they allowed to come? and if an exception is made for them, why not the rest of the galaxy?

it’s interesting, bc clearly this isn’t a subject boba doesn’t know or care about; he’s obviously thought about it a lot to have all this to say about it. honestly, i wouldn’t be surprised if he put so much thought into it bc it may very well have been the afterlife jango believed in.

also, to end on a lighter note, boba is hilariously bad at all the like... leadership parts of being mand’alor.

there’s one scene where beviin drags him to a town hall meeting and all the other mandalorians are arguing over whether they should involve themselves in the new republic’s conflicts or not and boba’s like, “wow, this is really interesting. let me just quietly listen to all these different points being raised and think about—wait, why is everyone looking at me—oh. oh shit, they’re expecting me to actually say something.”

POOR MAN JUST WANTS TO GO BACK TO THE GOOD OL’ DAYS OF HAVING FOUR LINES ACROSS THREE MOVIES. STOP EXPECTING HIM TO MAKE WORDS 😩

#captainmunroe #boba fett #just a heads-up for future information requests: don't be afraid to ask for specific topics! :)#for example: boba's views on XYZ or instances of boba + theme #i can try and do my best without guidelines but it can be hard for me to decide what people might find interesting #and i'll just fling spaghetti on the wall like i've done here :'D #i hope some of the spaghetti stuck though!

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clonemando · 3 years

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Meeting the Tribe

Din convinces Boba to join him in meeting back up with his Tribe. Boba really doesn't want to but he can't resist his little brother's puppy eyes. AO3 Link

Boba sighed as he and Din entered a rather populated city together. The stares didn't bother him much, no one would be stupid enough to try to take on a pair of Mandalorians together without a full team and even then, he and Din could handle it. Plus if they recognized him and his armor, which by the terror he could feel as they walked slowly towards the market they did, then that was even more incentive to leave them alone. No, he wasn't so much bothered by the place than by the reason they were there.

Din needed to see his people. See who remained of what was once his tribe. Boba understood that. But what he didn't like was that Din insisted he come too.

"Din, I respect your beliefs but I'm not one of them. They won't want me there. I shouldn't know where the covert is located." He had tried to argue but Din had turned big brown puppy dog eyes on him and damn they were even worse when he could actually see them without the helmet in the way.

"You are one of us through me and they will not challenge that. If they do, I'll deal with it. I need to speak with the armorer. There was a lot of Beskar on the cruiser and it should be returned and used for foundlings. Not to mention you could use some repairs. And as part of my clan, you need the signet somewhere on your armor- if that's okay? I know it was your father's. Maybe we can get a new piece made instead…" Din had dissolved into muttering and Boba knew he wouldn't be winning the battle.

So now here they were slowly making their way around twisting and winding roads. Din finally dragged him under an arch and down some stairs and then they were there. Children were running around, all covered with a buy'ce on their heads but none seeming to even notice as they played. Parents watched nearby, eyeing the newcomers warily with the fierce protective streak all Mandalorians shared for children, especially their own. Boba felt like he was intruding and really wanted to leave but Din strode through like he belonged and getting separated seemed like an even worse idea so he kept up.

Even in the dark, in this place Din had never been, it was like he had a map in his mind and they were shortly standing in front of a forge. Din kneeled and Boba hesitated unsurely before following his example while a woman in a gold plated buy'ce made her way around to look at them. Boba knew this must have been the leader of Din's tribe, the armorer he spoke so highly of.

"You have returned. Was your task successful?" She asked Din, completely ignoring Boba's presence and he wanted to feel upset about it but mostly he was grateful.

"It was. The child has been delivered to a Jedi who can train him. He is safe now." He said and Boba wondered if the Armorer could hear the pain in Din's voice as he spoke the way he could.

"Jate. Good. Now tell me why you have brought this dar'manda amongst us?" She said and Boba winced because she said it so calmly. She wasn't even judging him, it was a statement of fact to her. That he existed with no soul. Maybe she was right.

"He is not dar'manda. He was… echoy'la… lost, searching. A foundling of our own kind found by others. Now he has been returned to us. He has been reborn and should be offered cin vhetin." Din said voice sharp as a knife and Boba could admit he didn't recognize all words. His Mando'a was rusty. But he knew Din was defending him.

"I told you I don't belong here, Din. It's fine. Let them call me what they wish. I'm not a child who needs to be coddled." He hissed at him, not sure how to handle being defended. It felt wrong.

The Armor's gaze shifted. "You brought Beskar." She said ignoring their staring contest to look at the container Din had brought with them.

"Yes. The imperials that we fought to get the child to his people had a large amount. It belongs back with our people." Din said setting the container in front of himself and opening it.

The Armorer examined a bar before looking over Din. "Your beskar'gam is still in repair. What do you wish me to make for you? Or shall it all be used for the foundlings?" She asked and Din met her gaze and held it even through their helmets.

"He is part of my clan and requires a signet. His armor is in disrepair and to let my Aliit suffer injury when I have means to protect him would be to break the creed." He said and Boba wanted to growl that he wasn't part of the damn creed or stomp out and leave Din there despite, or maybe because of, how generous he was being.

The Armorer looked between them again and sighed. "You have always had the most stubborn of hearts Djarin. Very well. What will you have me do for your vod?" She asked and Din looked at Boba who was trying to find a way out of this mess that wouldn't offend Din or shit all over how hard he was fighting for him.

"This armor was my father's I don't-" He started his voice coming out less firm that he wanted it to and more pleading. The Armorer seemed to accept that and she backed away, taking the Beskar and starting to work. Boba didn't know what she was doing but he flinched at the loud sound of the hammer feeling confined and on edge. He didn't belong here. He should have told Din no and stayed on the ship.

"Din, go out now. Paz was hoping to speak to you. When you return I will be finished." She ordered and he saw Din hesitate before nodding and leaving. The Armorer finally directed her gaze to Boba and he resisted the urge to squirm like a child. She wasn't Jango about to give him a scolding for sneaking out to play with the other clones. But she definitely had a similar energy to her.

"Boba Fett. Son of Jango Fett. Son of Jaster Mareel who was once Mand'alor. Din Djarin has claimed you as part of his clan and house. Do you know what that means?" She asked and Boba sighed shoulder's slumping despite himself. So he was getting a scolding. Mandalorians had to drag your whole family line into it too.

"We're just brothers. It's not like we're getting married." He grumbled.

"Family is family, no matter position. Love is love no matter the type. Your houses shall be one and the same. Your past will be his past and his your own. That is our way. Cin vhetin… He wishes for you to be given a clear start. Free of what you were before you were Mandalorian. He is offering a soulless being like you a piece of his own so you might join the Manda when you die. That is what it means. If you tarnish and ruin him, I will find you, and nothing you have ever done will compare to the wrath I will let fall upon you. Do you understand?" She said voice still level and calm, but that only made it worse.

"Yes. You are his mother." He said meaning to ask but it came out like a statement. The Armorer looked towards the door.

"They are all my children but the Mandalorian who found Din and raised him here died when Din was still young. To lose his birth family, and then the one who found him, he needed someone who would not fail him again. I claimed him. And now that means I must accept you. Do not let that make you think I like you, however." She said and returned to her work and Boba's head bowed as silence filled the space now, besides the hammering and sounds of her tools.

Boba wanted to be angry. He wanted to hate her for judging him on a life she knew nothing about. He wanted to tell her to stuff it and that this was all a mistake. But mostly he was tired. He found himself wondering instead how his father would like Din. Jango would probably remind Boba that trusting led to betrayal but he wouldn't dislike Din. He might even eventually come around when he saw how good Din was. His lips twitched slightly at the thought of his father arguing with this woman for the right to take Din as his son the way he had heard him argue with the Kaminoans. It would have certainly been a fierce fight.

"Stand." She interrupted his musing and Boba stood looking at what she held out for him trying to identify what the strip of metal would be used for but she didn't wait for him to ask.

"A neck guard." She murmured and fitted it between his helmet and armor and he felt his mouth go dry.

"Oh" Was all he could say and she met his eyes through their helmets.

"Stay still while I place your signet," She asked instead, and Boba was glad she didn't expect him to say anything. When Din returned followed by a hulk of a Mandalorian in blue painted armor, she had finished adding the mudhorn signet to the pauldron that didn't have his mythosaur.

"Boba, Paz will be coming with us when we return to Tatooine. He has some business there." Din said and Boba turned to pierce his gaze right to where he knew Din's eyes were.

"Are you suddenly the one who decides who can come onto my ship to my planet?" He asked in a low growl. Din didn't even flinch though at least Boba knew he wasn't losing his touch because the big guy that must have been Paz tensed. Din could just read him too well.

"I forgot. Oh great and powerful Boba Fett, who rules over Tatooine with a fist of Beskar, I beg of you to humbly allow my pathetic brother Paz to accompany us back to your home." Din said dryly and Boba grinned at the offended. "Hey!" From Paz.

"Hmmm… I suppose, when you ask so nicely, we can arrange to have him loaded in with the rest of the supplies." He said and he could feel the heat of Paz's glare which made him grin. This was more comfortable.

"I always wanted to stuff Paz in a box. Let's go then." Din said leading the way out with Boba and Paz following him. Maybe Boba didn't belong with the tribe, but he definitely knew he belonged with Din. So he'd accept this too.

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darkheart-brightsmile · 3 years

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Because I Loved You

Barson, inc. adult Noah and some OCs. Established relationship, future timeline.

Warnings: Some fluff, MAJOR angst. This is beautiful, but bittersweet. And it's sad, like I cried writing it, sad. Major character deaths ahead. You have been warned.

"The is only one happiness in life, to love and be loved."

WC: 1698

***

“Tell us again, Abuelito, por favour.” both little voices cried from where they were sat playing on the floor.

“Tell you what, honey?” asked Rafael mischievously as he reclined in the armchair reserved for him when he visited their home every weekend.

“The story of how you met Abuelita, and how you fell in love.” replied Ellie, giving him a look that it was obvious what they wanted to hear.

“Oh, that story.” chuckled Rafael.

“Come on then, climb up, pequeños.” he replied, patting his legs and Daniel and Ellie, both now six and getting slightly too big to be clambering onto his lap, did so at his request.

“Well, I was working in Brooklyn, and I moved to the office in Manhattan.” started their doting grandfather.

“And that’s where you met her.” interrupted Daniel.

“Be quiet, Daniel! Abuelito is telling the story.” replied Ellie sternly.

“Ellie, be nice to your brother otherwise I won’t tell it at all.” both children quiet and staring at him, he spoke again, “but yes, it’s how we met, I had just finished in court and the Captain in charge, introduced her and Aunty Manda to me.”

“Tell us! Tell us what you said!” exclaimed Ellie, tugging her grandfather’s sweater in her enthusiasm.

Rafael threw Noah a smile over the children’s heads. He had heard this story a hundred times, and truthfully, he would happily hear it a hundred times more to hear about his mother and father and their twisting tale to their happy ever after.

“I said, ‘Captain, bring your daughters to work day?’”

Both children burst out laughing, and so did Noah, rubbing a hand over his stubble and then his mouth, trying to hide his amusement at his father’s youthful swagger and his children’s reaction to their silly grandfather.

“That’s so silly, Abuelito, why did you say that?” asked Ellie, her bright blue eyes, the image of her father’s staring up at him.

“I was trying to be charming, you cheeky monkey.” replied Rafael, squeezing her waist as she giggled.

“Did you love her as soon as you saw her?” asked Daniel quietly, he had a quiet observant nature that Rafael loved, watching his mind work things over was magical.

“I think I probably did.” sighed Rafael.

“What was she like?” he asked, in the same quiet tone.

“Oh, she was beautiful. She had the most gorgeous smile, and her eyes, her eyes were always my favourite thing about her.” smiled Rafael, closing his eyes, and squeezing them tight.

“How did you make her fall in love with you?” asked Ellie curiously.

“I don’t really know, it’s hard to explain.”

“Love isn’t hard, love is love.” spoke up Daniel.

“You’re quite right, Danny. But I still don’t know how it really happened. But I know I fell in love with your Abuelita because she was the best person I had ever known; she was my best friend. She was fearless, and had a heart of gold, and…and a beautiful soul.”

He paused and stared up at the ceiling, frowning and trying to figure out how on earth he could verbalise what it was he felt for Olivia.

“And I think she loved me because I believed in her. I would have followed her to the ends of the earth. And even on our worst days we would talk, and everything felt right. And when we got married, I told her how special she was, and I did everything I could to show her how much I loved her. And obviously, I am very charming.” winked their grandfather.

“Tell us how you told her you loved her.” chimed in Ellie.

“Well, we were friends for years and I left my work for a while. I did something that upset a lot of people, including your Abuelita. So, I said goodbye and we were both very sad, but we kept in touch because we were still best friends. I would send postcards and skype her and your dad. Then when I came back to New York I told her how I wish things had been different, and I said sorry, lots and lots of times. I told her how much I loved her, and I told her that I would never love anyone the way I did her. And she told me I was stupid,” he and Noah both laughed at that, “and that she had loved me for a long time, and she was just happy I had finally come home.”

“Wow.” whispered Ellie, “it’s like a fairy tale.”

“Tell them what else she did, Dad.” laughed Noah from the couch and Rafael frowned and sighed heavily, before grinning as he spoke.

“She told me if I ever ran away from New York again she would kick my ass, then she smacked me across the head and kissed me.”

Everyone burst out laughing and Rafael cuddled the children close, breathing them in and savouring them being small enough to hold like this.

“I wish she was here.” whispered Ellie.

“Oh, honey, me too. But you know she’s always watching over us. You know she loved you both so much, just like I do. And you know what, I did lots of things in my life I was proud of. But the thing I am most proud of was her and loving her as much as I could till the day she left us.” murmured Rafael, resting his cheek on her hair and looking over at Noah who held his hand up and pressed his palm to his heart.

Rafael nodded and smiled.

“We love you too, Abuelito.” whispered Daniel, kissing his grandfather’s cheek before rubbing his nose where the older man’s beard had tickled.

“Now, pyjamas, teeth, go on.” said Rafael, tapping them both on the back and sending them off to their rooms.

***

“Papi, are you alright?” asked Noah quietly.

“Mm-hmm.” nodded Rafael, his gaze straight ahead.

“I’ll ask them not to ask for that story again.” muttered Noah quietly as he came to stand next to his father, looking out of the kitchen window and onto the yard.

“No, no. Please don’t do that, Noah. It’s alright.” he replied, shaking his head.

“I miss her.” murmured Noah.

“God, me too, mijo, every day. I would give anything to see her face just one more time. I can’t believe she’s…missing all of this.” sighed Rafael, his voice cracking as he wiped a tear from his cheek.

“At least she met them before, you know…she always said that was tied in a top three best moments of her life.”

“What were the other two?” his father asked curiously.

“Adopting me, and,” he took a deep breath and gave his father a small smile, “and meeting you.”

“She would be so proud of you, Noah, she was so proud of you. Just like I am. I know biologically…”

“It doesn’t matter.” said Noah firmly, “remember what Mom always said? Family is what you make it. And you are my father as much as I am your son, blood or not.”

“God, you remind me so much of her.” chuckled Rafael through his tears.

“She always said I reminded her of you.” laughed Noah.

Rafael turned to Noah and clasped his shoulders tightly, looking him dead in the eye. “I love you, son.”

“I love you too, Dad.” replied Noah, pulling his father into a hug, and closing his eyes, breathing him in.

He still smelled the same all those years later, his cologne was the same, and if he tried hard enough, he was a kid again, and his mother was there too, her eyes and her smile.

“Let me get the kids to bed and how about we have a glass of scotch, and you can stay here tonight? Your room is made up anyway.” said Noah, pulling back and patting his dad on the shoulder.

“That sounds like just what I need, thank you, mijo.”

***

The picture of Olivia was still on the nightstand, taken on their first wedding anniversary. She had been stood on a balcony at sunset and had looked back at the camera as Rafael had called her name and she had given him that gorgeous smile that was reserved just for him, her eyes sparkling in the glow of the dusk light.

This room had always been their room when they stayed with Noah and the children on weekends, or occasionally babysat so Noah to take his lovely wife, Charlotte, out for the evening. Or nights like this, when Charlotte was working double shifts and Noah was alone with the kids all weekend.

“I miss you, cariño. If you could see Noah, Lottie and the kids now.” he sighed, “I would never have known the joy of any of that without you, mi amor, to have a family. I love you, always.” he sighed as he closed his eyes.

***

“Dad? Dad, are you awake?” called Noah as he knocked on the door lightly, “I brought you coffee, Cuban blend of course.”

But Noah knew as soon as he walked into the room, that something was wrong. He watched his father for a second, he looked asleep, but Noah knew he wasn’t. He was curled up on his side, one hand resting on the pillow next to him, his beloved wife’s necklace with the word ‘fearless’ still clasped in his hand, and the tiniest smile still on his face.

“Be at peace, Dad.” whispered Noah, the tears stinging his eyes as he kissed his father’s head for one last time and took a deep breath. He pulled the chair by the bed closer, and reached into his pocket for his phone, dialling the first number on the list.

“Uncle Fin?”

“Hey, kid, everything alright?” came the familiar deep tone of his mother’s oldest friend through the phone.

“I-I have some bad news, he, uh, he’s...” stuttered Noah as he rested his head on the bed and sobbed into the bedspread, the phone abandoned next to him. His hands clutched his fathers for one last time, and he could only hope that at least now his parents could be together again.

***

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hopeatermeetsgodzilla · 3 years

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Chapter 22

“Anguirus?” He snapped out of his trance, turning toward Mothra. Her wings were still open behind her, patterns glowing green as she absorbed energy. “Is everything alright? You’ve been awake for very long.”

He nodded. “Yeah, don’t worry. I just.. I wanna be there when he wakes up for real.”

Mothra sighed softly, turning toward her sleeping mate. Godzilla’s hair had switched from almost black to a dark, dull blue, and he was emitting his own light, even if it was much softer than her own. Not on the verge of dying anymore, stable even, but certainly not ready to fight.

“You should do like my brother.” Mothra told him, the two turning their head toward the rocky ceiling. Battra was hanging upside-down here, wings draped around him as he slept. “Rest, and conserve your energy.”

“I know I should, but...” Anguirus sighed. “Each time I lay down, I can’t help but think of all the good times I had with him. We’ve been friends for so long, I can barely remember a time when we weren’t... I don’t want to imagine what would happen if he actually did die.”

Mothra frowned sympathetically. Anguirus really was Godzilla’s oldest friend, wasn’t he? “Maybe talking about it would make you feel better?” She proposed.

Anguirus thought for a moment. “I mean, starting off, him dying from something we don’t know the source of is... pretty worrying? Especially when we look at everything else he survived: Ghidorah, Battra, Baragon, a shit-ton of Beetles, Manda pre-sinking of Mu, Ebirah-”

“You?” Mothra asked with a lilt in her voice. Anguirus couldn’t help but laugh at that.

“Yeah, me! And you too!” He noted. “I mean, he just came on my island one day, started screaming at the top of his lungs, and started wrecking shit up. What was I supposed to do, not fight him to the death?”

Mothra laughed. “He never was good at negotiations, was he? During his quest to become King, he decided that the best way to make me come out to give him the Trial of Death was to deliberately provoke me.”

“At least, he had a reason for you! For me, he just wanted to kick someone’s ass because his sisters were teasing him!” Both laughed for a moment, before calming down. “Who else did he survive... ?”

“... Rodan.” Mothra muttered under her breath. “Dear Terra, Rodan-”

Anguirus chuckled. “Yeah, that checks out. Rodan’s temper is even worse than his, would make sense the two would fight. He just takes longer to blow up.”

“No, you don’t get it- when Ghidorah was busy sinking Atlantis, Rodan was busy fighting Godzilla. When I found them, the two kept throwing a rock at each other- Rodan with his head- and I had to tie them up with silk so they would listen. The reason I sought them out is because at this point, they were the only ones who survived an encounter with Ghidorah in the past.”

“What were their reaction.”

“Rodan didn’t give a shit. Apparently, he thought that humans dying out would be a good thing because, and I quote, ‘they’re always mean to me’.” She snapped, Anguirus bursting into laughter. “And Godzilla agreed! Even after Rodan dropped him crotch-first into a tree!” The laughing doubled, Mothra joining in this time. “I mean... I was eventually able to convince them, and you know the rest.”

Anguirus nodded. “Five fucking centuries we spent before we successfully sealed those fuckers away. And now, they’re free again, Godzilla’s dying, and Rodan won’t talk to us.”

Mothra frowned at that. “Don’t worry. We’ll find a way again.”

“I know, it’s just...” He sighed, closing his eyes and turning away. “I can’t help but wonder when it all went wrong.”

Rodan stared up at the sky, thoughts circling in his head at a frantic pace. He knew Ghidorah were not good people. They came down from the sky to destroy their world, starting with the king that came before Godzilla, shortly followed by his father, and all of the pretenders to the throne. They liked causing storms that wiped away everything under them for... what? Proving they could? Practice? Entertainment?

They were selfish monsters who only cared about themselves, and everything else was to be destroyed for mild amusement. He knew all that. But if that was the case, then why were they being so kind to him?

Why was Ichi doing his hair for no reason and cuddling him and dancing with him and giving him compliments?

Why was Ni constantly bringing him gifts and food and trying to be less of a sharp weapon for his brothers to yield?

Why was San always so happy to see him and so patient and understanding when he messed up?

Surely, it must have been some kind of trick. Make him lower his guard so he’ll let them out. But they not being the reason why Mara had died, San opening up about his own past wounds, Ni making himself so vulnerable when he was teaching him sign words, still kept him questioning what their intentions were here.

The fact that he was currently being cuddled by all three was not helping with his internal questioning.

He tried to get up, doing his best not to shake them awake, but immediately stopped as he heard San stir. Red eyes blink open in the darkness, locking onto him. “What are you doing?” He asked, a lilt to his voice indicating playfulness.

Before he could think of what to say, he opened his mouth and asked the question that pretty much summed up all of his current worries. “Why are you three being so nice to me?”

San blinked in confusion, tilting his head. “Because we like having you around- sorry, I don’t think I understand your question.”

Rodan laughed bitterly. “Oh please. Literally the only thing you three care about is yourselves.”

San frowned. “When did we ever give this impression?”

“Oh boy, where to start?” Rodan exclaimed, starting to remember acutely the things Ghidorah did in his presence, before all four of them were trapped on Mara. “Ichi thinks he stands at the top of everything, and that whatever doesn’t bend their back forward at the sight of him needs to be destroyed.”

(Godzilla, staring into nothing, expressing doubt of being able to become King for the first time since the beginning on his campaign as he tells his friends how his father died while showing them a wound that would’ve killed him had it striked just a bit more to the left-)

“Or how about Ni jumping anyone who so much as threatens you three? Godzilla and everyone who’s ever met him are convinced that he lives to inflict physical pain.”

(Shrieking laughter echoing as Mothra was punched by lightning again and again in her child form, almost killing her permanently but that clearly didn’t matter as much to Ghidorah as making her cry out for help and in pain-)

“And as for you...” Rodan said nothing after that. Just clutched at the wound on his chest San had inflicted millenias ago, suddenly very aware of the acute pain here. The first time he had been alone with the three of them...

(Come back when you’re worth looking at.)

“You like hurting people too. Not like Ni does, but you do. Your words...” He took a short breath through his teeth. “Your words cut, and they cut deep.”

“Which is why you don’t want to hear the truth.” San suddenly said. All emotions were gone from his voice as big red eyes stared at Rodan, almost burning in the dark.

Rodan withheld it, narrowing his own eyes. “Don’t tell me what I want. The only person who can say what I want is me. Answer my question, San.”

“... We want you to let us out, so we’re being nice.” He admitted, voice still devoid of emotions. “That’s the main reason.”

Rodan frowned. “You guys do realize I’m not gonna let that happen, right? The only reason why I’m around you three is to not go insane mad from loneliness, you said it yourself. Being nice to me isn’t going to convince me you’re actually nice.” Better not mention how much their kindness had shaken him.

“But it’ll make you lower your guard. Tell us things about yourself that you normally wouldn’t tell a soul. And then, once we’ve emptied you of all your secrets, we’d be able to destroy what’s left with an off-hand comment. And that’s when you’d let us out.” There was silence for a moment, before a shaky sound emerged from Rodan. San frowned as he recognized what it was. Laughter. “Why are you laughing?”

Rodan gradually stopped. “Should’ve seen this coming.” Steam clouded his vision as he blinked. “Of course the only moment you deem me worth looking at is when you want to break me.”

“What? No!” San exclaimed, Rodan sending him a skeptical look. “I mean, at first, but things have changed since then! We... we like having you around.” He admitted. “You... you’re like the brightest, biggest, hottest star in the universe, and your presence alone beckons us to get closer and closer, regardless of the risk of getting burnt, just for the chance to bask into your light.”

“... what the fuck are you talking about?”

“What I’m trying to say is...” San grabbed Rodan’s hand, his face warming up at that. “We actually like having you around. You’re like a beacon, and we don’t want to lose sight of you.”

Rodan shook his head curtly, tugging his hand away from San’s as the blush on his face lessened. “Why should I believe you!? You literally just admitted to trying to mentally break me in order to make me a slave!”

“True. We’ve snuffed out bigger flames than yours before.” San admitted. “But none were ever as bright as you. We don’t want to snuff you out anymore: we want you to be our lantern!... you know what a lantern is, right?”

Rodan hesitantly nodded. “Like a torch, but smaller?”

San nodded enthusiastically. “Yeah, they’re pretty similar! To be honest, I don’t think we’d be able to snuff you out, no matter what we try. Next best thing is feeding your flame and having you light the way to our conquest.” Rodan frowned in confusion at that.

“I thought you wanted to kill the planet?”

San giggled. “What, did one of the Moths tell you that?”

Rodan nodded hesitantly. “Yeah, Mothra did.”

“Come on, firebird. We’re not going to destroy the planet we’re hiding on! That would be very stupid. We just want to adapt it to our needs, and, uh...” he hissed through gritted teeth. “We can’t really help it if all humans are gonna die. Beside, we can’t control something if we destroy it at the first opportunity.”

Rodan sighed, closing his eyes and turning away from San. “Yeah, I guess that makes sense...”

“You want to know what we were going to tell you?” San asked in a low voice. “What we thought would break you before you showed us nothing can?” Rodan frowned, but nodded nonetheless, convinced nothing Ghidorah could tell him would make him change his mind. Oh, how wrong he was. “We’re not the ones who killed your island and your friend.”

“Yeah, I figured out you didn’t destroy my island, it’s why I’m so confused- wait. You guys didn’t kill Godzilla?” He asked, filled with confusion. San nodded. “But... you three hate him.”

“Exactly. If we had killed him, Ni would’ve swam after his corpse to take his head as a trophy.” San told him, Rodan humming in answer. “The ones who killed them... are humans.”

“What!?” He exclaimed, somehow sitting up in surprise without waking Ichi up. “But how- humans are so tiny-”

“Do you remember what I told you, back in the soul realm?” San asked, blinking slowly. “Weaker beings fear what they don’t understand. If you don’t understand how you cheated death, how are beings as puny as humans supposed to understand anything about you, let alone your people?”

Rodan had nothing to say to that. Especially since he knew exactly what San was talking about. Humans that were both very brave and very stupid, usually the ones that could not Hear them, “I- but how did they-?”

“With machines.” The only answer to that was an incredibly confused frown. “Look, for now, go back to sleep, okay?” San asked, putting a hand on Rodan’s shoulder and forcing him to lay back down. As he was about to retort, Ghidorah gently shushed him. “We’ll give you proof in the morning.”

[Telling him what we’re doing was a really stupid move.]

(I know. But his main problem with us until now is that he thought we killed one of his friends and his nest. He now knows we didn’t, and is questioning whether or not we actually want to destroy the planet. I took a calculated risk.)

{And you’re better at math than I remember you being. The biggest setback with this change is that we’ll have to wait longer before enveloping the planet in a storm for good, make an active effort in keeping it alive... Until our dear fire bird dies, that is.}

[Oh... I suppose we could wait just a few more millenias before leaving. I mean, we’ve already stayed on this planet for... what, forty thousand years?]

(Around that, yeah! And uh... I don’t know about you two, but I think I want Rodan to stay around for as long as possible.)

{Seconded, actually. He’s entertaining. Having him as an enraged flag bearer will be interesting.}

[You two should be more careful. You’ll end up getting attached and thinking you owe him something.]

{You’re the one getting language lessons from him. If one of us is going to end thinking they owe fire bird something, it’s you.}

[What-]

(~ Ni owes Rodan ~ Ni owes Rodan ~ Ni owes Ro-)

[I don’t owe him shit!]

{Are you protesting us waiting until he dies a death unrelated to us, then?}

[... No.]

{Then it’s settled. Rodan shall be kept alive, and act as our champion.}

#today is a kaijus only event humans get out #Godzilla #godzilla gijinka #gijinka #writing #My writing #mothra #anguirus #rodan #san ghidorah #ni ghidorah #ichi ghidorah #kevin ghidorah #ghidorah #King Ghidorah #rodorah

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37-children-of-the-dreams · 3 years

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Day #27: I'm Coming Home

I hope we see Fennec's backstory in The Bad Batch. I want to know where this infamous sniper came from and why she took up bounty hunting. Also, I just want to see if she was close to any of the Bad Batch members because Fennec could have left Boba when he healed her, but she stayed with him which indicates that she trusts clones in a clone-hating universe.

(I made OC for Fennec's parents because Dave hasn't released anyone's parents yet. Looking at you Omega.)

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Fennec was in a great dream. She was back in her hometown in her Outer Rim planet as a little girl. Her father and mother was calling her at their old home. Fennec laughed as she went to her parents arms. She felt safe and happy being back with her family.

Fennec jolted up and gasped. She looked around and sighed as she around her bunk. She's not in her hometown. She's not a little girl with parents anymore. She's Fennec Shand. A ruthless bounty hunter living with a small crew made of her, a sniper clone and a former duke.

Fennec got up from her bunk and went to the cockpit to see Korkie and Crosshair talking about their respective families. Well, more like Korkie's parents and nanny and Crosshair's brothers.

"If the Empire didn't make the regs execution crazy," Crosshair said. "Then, maybe I would have liked a few of them, but I hate everyone of them except for Commander Cody, and Rex."

"What about Echo's side of the family?" Korkie asked. "You said he talks about his late twin a lot."

"Ah, yes. Fives. Echo told us all about him. He sounded like a good clone and brother. It was sad that he lost his twin due to a conspiracy, but at least where he is now, there is no more pain."

"Of course there's no more pain in the Manda. You're finally free from the physical pain of the living world. Also, you meet up with the rest of your family there."

"But we weren't raised as Mandalorians in the religious sense."

"Did I stutter?"

"No, but do you really think I can be with the rest of the clones?"

"Crosshair! You're wearing armor inspired by Mandalorian armor, you said the clones knew an old battle hymn from Concord Dawn's Mandalorian tradition and let's not forget we can easily talk in Mando'a if we wanted to. You might not have been fully raised Mandalorian, but please stop insulting our heritage."

Crosshair shrugged as he took a toothpick and plopped it in his mouth. He was isn't going to argue with Korkie anymore about 'their' Mandalorian heritage if he believes Crosshair and the rest of the clones have a chance to be in the Manda. Korkie was raised to be the next ruler of Mandalore and its System, so if he says Crosshair and the clones are able to be in the Manda, then they have the rights to be with the rest of the clones.

"You know," Crosshair implored. "All this talk about our heritage makes me realize that we have no plan to tell Fennec we're going back to her family because you know where her planet's at."

"We're WHAT?" Fennec shrieked. "You two are crazy!"

"I thought we established that months ago, Fennec. Korkie isn't as sane as he looks."

Korkie glared at his partner as Fennec advanced to them. She can't believe they planned an announced trip to her hometown. She just had a dream about it and now they were going back.

A dream about her home.... Fennec stopped and looked at Korkie. She doesn't know much about the Force, but it didn't stop her from wandering if Force-users can give out visions to allies.

"Korkie," Fennec chimed. "I had a weird dream that I was back at my old home. I know you're just learning how to use the Force to your full potential, but can you give out visions?"

"No," Korkie answered. "I'm not powerful enough for that, and I was awake the whole time. I only have visions when I'm asleep or close to sleeping."

"Then do you think the Force just gives visions?"

"I don't know, but if it did, then wouldn't you have been raised at the Jedi Temple? I mean, I dodged a bullet because of my mother, but you came from a planet known to the Jedis. I mean Outer Rim planets might not the best place to find future Jedis, but it happens."

Fennec thought long and hard. She had bad luck through her life, but she was always preserving with luck on her side. She had better stamina than the rest of the girls in her hometown. She never had a hard time when she was injured and they always healed fast. Yet, the Jedis never came.

"Maybe I'm not blessed with the Force as you," she concluded. "But, the Force might be on my side at times."

Korkie nodded in agreement. "There had been a few cases in my visions that some people with low Midi-chlorians still have a chance to be lucky in life because the Force does call out to them in smaller scales."

"Midi-chlorians?" Crosshair asked. "What are those?"

"A Midi-chlorian is a life cell that lets people have control of the Force. Basically, Force cells that help people become close to the Force."

"And there's a chance I might have a low count of them?" Fennec asked.

"Maybe, I mean we do need you medical records and we are about to land in your old home planet. So your parents can just show us the medical files and we'll know."

"Wait? Land? How long was I out?"

"Six hours tops," Crosshair said. "We used the hyperdrive to get here faster, but we still wanted you to sleep after what you went through."

"I just brought my former uncle to a bounty. I don't need that much rest."

"Yes, and Korkie doesn't like spicy food. You need rest as much as we do. Besides, Korkie and I needed a couple's alone time since we're about to meet your parents."

"What does that mean?"

"It means we don't want to do anything insulting to the family that gave us a surrogate sister. Now belt up!"

Fennec got to her seat as the ship went down to her old home planet. It wasn't as exiting as the ones with the huge cities, but it was calm and had the best views of grasslands and rivers Fennec had ever seen. The view made her smile as she knew there was no hangar for miles on end if they were actually thinking of landing near her hometown. The closest one was at the center of her home planet, and she knew they were ways away.

"There's no hangar here!" Fennec cautioned.

"This ship lived in a desert planet," Korkie pointed out. "The grass here might be better than the rocks at Kalevala."

"Then hold on to your seats!" Crosshair warned.

The ship got lower as the landing gear went out. The ship landed without much of a hitch and the three were all fine.

"So Fennec," Korkie said. "How much money do we want to bring to your parents? I mean you want your old house back, right?"

"I don't know if the old house is still there," Fennec stated. "It's been close to a few years since I've left."

"Well better late than never," Crosshair proclaimed. "Korks, get the clothes."

Korkie ran out of the cockpit and went to storage to get the clothes. He did make some clothes for Fennec's family, but because there wasn't space to put them away, he placed them in a box. Fennec ran to his side and gasped at the sight. Suits made from high class quality cloth, and dress with Korkie's greatest silk creation.

"We don't need that much clothes!" Fennec protested.

"But I never had a sister before," Korkie whined. "I never had a sibling to love until you came. Please Fennec, once a Mandalorian calls someone their Aliit, it's for life or until disownment."

"He's not wrong," Crosshair conformed. "We're not willing to call people family unless they earned it."

Fennec sighed in defeat. Maybe it was the fact she was the only one who's not Mandalorian, but this gifting and surprise was too much. What did she do to earn it all.

"Fennec," Crosshair called out. "I hate people. Yet, you showed me that there is a space in my void of a soul to included someone like you. You earned this because I'm your ori'vod."

Korkie gasped at the statement. "Cyare! You know what that means to us."

"I know, I'm her big brother for life."

Crosshair opened the exit as Korkie took Fennec's hand while holding the box full of clothes. Crosshair went behind them as the two went ahead.

"What does that mean exactly?" Fennec asked. "You know I'm not Mandalorian, right?"

"Sorry, Fennec," Korkie apologized. "Being an ori'vod is a high statement for those not related to the person. It means you've been accepted as part of the family even if you're not from a clan. It's not adoption, but it's a close to adoption as possible."

"So I'm like almost a Mandalorian now?"

"Kind of, but only in the eyes of those who accepted you."

Fennec smiled as they went back to her hometown. The land still looked familiar as her old town was beginning to crept closer in view. Fennec let go of Korkie and went ahead to enter her old town as the men try to catch up. The place was still the same old buildings that were divided by how poor or rich they looked. Stalls in front of the town to greet hungry visitors. Children running around as teenagers look for potential dates. Nothing really changes much in a small time for a long time, but Fennec knew what changed.

Fennec changed. She left as a young naive, new-coming mercenary. She came back with bold clothes and the rifle to prove it.

"Well, slow down for us," Crosshair chuckled as he and Korkie got to her. "I never thought you'd be happy to be back here."

"My parents are here," she said.

The trio went through town with eyes on them. Three mercenaries with different looks were the most unusual thing to happen to the town. They only had one mercenary that left town before, but she was small and naive of the world. The woman walking in front of them was not the same person because of the aura she created.

One of the teens that looked at them went in front of Fennec and winked at her.

"Where did you come from?" he cooed.

"Here," Fennec replied. "You know where the Shands are?"

The teen looked at her closely and left her alone. One of the stall owners went to Fennec and took one look at her.

"Fennec?" he cried. "What happened to you?"

"These guys happened," Fennec happily pointed out.

She presented Korkie and Crosshair to everyone near. The townsfolk began to talk amongst themselves. Fennec Shand was back? And looking nothing like the girl who left?

"Miss Castor. It is me. Fennec Shand. Only child of Kristal and Luka Shand. Where are my parents? I need to talk to them."

"They're not here anymore. They're near the forest now. They only come around to make money from farming crops they made."

Fennec nodded and the trio left the town for the forest. The people still could not believe what they saw. Fennec was healthy and thriving with a crew that looked dangerous enough to make them not bother her.

As they entered near the forest, Fennec saw smoke and ran to the source.

"Seriously, this sister," Crosshair complained.

"You said it yourself," Korkie countered.

They ran to the source of the fire and saw a couple tending to a small garden. Fennec gasped as she knew who they were. Her parents were still living well even if they were away from the town. Fennec walked slower to them and the couple looked up. The woman gasped and ran to Fennec as the man cried in happiness. Their daughter was back.

"Mama," Fennec sobbed. "Papa."

"Oh, my Fennec," Kristal Shand cried. "You're back."

"My little girl," Luka Shand cried as he hugged her.

Fennec let go of her parents as Korkie and Crosshair approached them. Korkie gave them a royal bow while Crosshair gave a salute. Fennec's parents gave the men their hugs as they entered the home.

"We left the town weeks after you left," Luka explained. "We didn't want to be there if our Fennec's not there."

"Well," Fennec said. "What if I had enough money to get us back our old home."

"Fennec," Kristal sighed. "You made that house our home. If you're not there, it's not a home anymore."

"Then what if I made you lives better with some cash? Korkie here has gifts."

"Homemade and used with the best cloth," Korkie added.

"We'll accept that, but your health is all we need."

"Then you'll a long life," Crosshair said. "She's one lucky girl. May have the Force on her side."

Fennec's parents looked at each other and her father sighed.

"Fennec's grandfather," Luka started. "My father, was a former Jedi. He left the Order to be with my mother. Fennec might not have much of the Force, but the Force never left our family."

Crosshair looked at Fennec and then at Korkie.

"Well it's official. This clone is the only one who doesn't have a connection to the Force."

Fennec laughed as Korkie sighed. Now she has a chance to be the better sniper.

#korkie kryze #korkie kenobi #crosshair #clone trooper crosshair #fennec shand #korkie x crosshair #the bad batch #star wars

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tanadidreamer · 6 years

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Break Me Down

This is a sequel of sorts/continuation to @outcastcommander‘s fanfic All Alone Now, Dagorlad Fett is her awesome OC while Jax Vizsla belongs to me ^^

Jax Vizsla let out a huff as he adjusted his jacket as he glared at the Jedi before him, all he wanted was some kriffing from these bastards about the cub, was that so hard?

He knew this wasn’t another deadend, the Force had dragged him here! Hell, he could practically feel the cub’s presence echoing through here, nearly as strong as it did on Myles’s homestead or the meeting house on Mandalore.

“Would ya just answer my damn questions already?” Jax snarled as he continued glaring while raising his hands in a universal sign of showing that he came peacefully. “My nephew’s been missing for a few years. I’m validating a few rumors then I’ll be out of yer hair.”.

“Unfortunately, we have nothing for you, Mandalorian.” The Ikototchi Jedi said irritably

“Nar’sheb di’kut.” Jax froze as he heard that voice, that accent that nearly matched his own and turned to see a young blond Padawan glaring hatefully at his apparent Master, a kid with a feral snarl so much like Kayla’s and a far too familiar scar on the side of his face. Dear gods, let it be true!

“Squeaks!” Jax called out as he tried to break away from the Jedi and get to the kid, instinct taking over his actions. Two of the guards blocked him from getting any farther to his nephew. “Get out of my way, that’s him! That’s Dagorlad!”.

Jax looked back at the kid to find Dag looking right at him, with those mixedmatched eyes

“Jax?” Dagorlad as as he beamed at the older man while Jax sensed the unbridled happiness and relief coming from the kid. It almost made Jax want to cry, what the hell had these babysnatchers done to his cub? “Jax! Ni olar! Olar!”.

Jax reached out to him over the bond they still shared, trying to offer any reassurance as the damn guards started crowding him back towards the door. “Let me go! First ya murder our aliit then ya kidnap that boy and force him to be Jedi?” Jax snarled as he lashed out, causing a few of the Council members to step back. “His parents and I made it painfully clear to the last two Jedi that Dagorlad was staying with us! He’s coming back home with me, where he belongs!”.

“I’m afraid we cannot allow that.” The Korun stated as he nod towards the guards. “It’s safer if Dagorlad remains with us. He already had has a destructive nature.”.

“Jax!” Dag cried out as he attempted to yank his arm free from the old bastard that had him. The cub was absolutely terrified now and in distress, which caused something to snap in Jax, just like when Tor had Talia.

“Backoff!” Jax snarled as he lashed out with the Force, tapping into an ability that he knew intimately yet hated using and watched with grim satisfaction as it took effect on the two guards as he went to run for Dag. “Squeaks!”.

Jax growled as three more guards grabbed him and started to drag him out as he fought against them, struggling to escape so he get to Dag who wasn’t fairing much better, the kid was trying to escape to get to him. These bastards had no idea what they were doing with Dag, he did. Hell, Edric was an ex-Jedi! He could help Dag! Dag wasn’t some damn arrogant Jedi, he was Mandalorian! His place was with Rav and Jax on Mandalore, learning to control that destructive ability of his and being with his cousins, not here. Not in this manda-forsaken hellhole with lying, childsnatching murderers.

“I am sorry for this, but it has to be done. For both your sakes.” Sifo stated sadly as Jax was tossed out of the main doors which were slammed shut behind him, resulting in the spymaster clamb back up to his feet with a snarl and slam his fists against the doors as he heard Dag screaming for him.

He let out another snarl. “Son of a moglak!” Jax declared as he started pacing and ignore the familiar nausea from what he had done, trying to come up with a plan, he couldn’t leave the cub here. Kayla had made him swear to protect Dagorlad when he first told her and Rhys about his suspicions in regards to Dag’s abilities, the cub needed to come home and Jax was a resourceful man.

Plo Koon quietly watched as the two screaming guards were escorted away while the remaining Council members quietly discussed the incident.

This descruction, mayhem and distress had merely been caused by the result of a scared child desperately trying to get his uncle who was likely a father himself or a father-figure to young Dagorlad.

“I doubt he’s aware of the aspects of the Force.” Plo remarked in response to Tiin’s comment about the Mandalorian’s foolish request about allowing a dark side practioner to have custody of a young Jedi. “His hostility is the result of previous attempts of recruiting his nephew and Dagorlad’s distress caused him to snap.”.

“It would still too dangerous to allow him to be returned to his family, in case you missed what they had both done.” Sifo-Dyas informed him which caused Plo to shake his head.

“What if it were Arligan?”.

“Then my decision would remain the same, Master.” Sifo-Dyas stated as he shook his head. “He could spend the rest of his life resenting me for it but it is better safe then sorry.”.

And yet Sifo-Dyas wondered why Arligan followed the path of a Sentinel and rarely visited. It was the more delicate cases such as Dagorlad’sa where that particular decision was a foolish one.

Plo quietly slipped away to walk out of the Jedi Temple in search of the warrior looking out into the cityscape. “Jax?” Plo inquired patiently, causing the man to snarl and whirl around to slug him in the face, only for the Jedi Master to dodge away.

“What the hell do ya want now, jetii?” The man snarled as he took a step away from Plo, stalking around him like a predator. “Change ya mind? Come ta mock me?”.

“I simply wish to know your intentions. I am not keen on releasing Dagorlad to you if you’re a true danger to him nor do I particulary agree with denying him access to his family.”.

“I...why would I be a danger to Dagorlad? Who are ya to judge my intentions anyway? I told ya I was investigating rumors about where he was.”.

Plo gave a slight nod. “I know, but the boy has been through quite the ordeal, as you mentioned.” Plo responds patiently as Jax stopped in front him and removed his helmet to reveal sharp features, an eyepatch that covered one eye and some scarring while his good eye watched Plo warily. “And I see I approached you on your blindside, my apologizes. It wasn’t my intent to startle you.”.

“Yer lucky I didn’t have a knife.”.

“Was your aliit responsible for executing political activists on Galidraan?” Plo inquired which caused the Mandalorian to stare at him like he was an idiot.

“No, that damn governer hired ‘em to eliminate some rebels from some insurrection he was dealin’ with. Mand’alor took some of our best, plus his nephews, to deal with it.” Jax answered as he shook his head, sneering at the Jedi Master. “Turns out, that bastard was hidin’ Death Watch there then he called up the Jedi. Pretty sur ya know the rest.”.

“And what is Death Watch?”.

“Let me break it down for ya like this, the Trues were you Jedi and Death Watch is our version of the Sith, make sense?” Plo nod slightly and which caused Jax to smirk coldly. “Good. Y’see, when you slaughtered the Trues and sold Jango off ta slavery, everything went ta hell. Keepin’ that boy ain’t gonna help him, he’s a political hostage and yer trying to erase his heritage.”.

Plo couldn’t help but bristle at that, he’d always been skeptical about the circumstance surrounding Galidraan but this? This shouldn’t have happened.

“I fear that isn’t much I can do to give him to you, as much as I wish I could.” Plo watched as the man paused, staring at him in surprise.

“You.....”.

“Yes, I would gladly return him to you if I could.” Plo responds then rubbed one his tusks thoughtfully. “But I can arrange accidental meetings once he reaches Knighthood or talk Bridger into allowing Dagorlad to accompany me on missions, since the rest of the Council wouldn’t have much say.”.

“Huh, so there is a Jedi who still has a soul.” Jax remarked as he eyed Plo. “I...you don’t feel like the others. I’ll hold your word to that, Jedi.”.

“I am Master Plo Koon, might I inquire who you are?”.

“Director Jax Vizsla. You’ll watch out for him?”.

“You have my word, Director.” Plo assured the man then considered something. “:What do you know about his abilities?”.

Translations:

Nar’sheb - Shove it

Di’kut - Idiot

Ni olar, olar - I’m here, here

Jetii - Jedi

Aliit - Family/clan

#my writing #fanfic #friend's ocs #dagorlad fett #my oc #jax vizsla #plo koon #Jax is angry #Dagorlad just wants to go home #Plo being Plo #Sifo-Dyas #All Jax wanted was to take Dagorlad home #Jax is dangerous and deadly when he's angry #The bitter spymaster

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