#i’m on a fob lockdown

[vir7ues]

pynch + religion

church - fall out boy / the raven king - maggie stiefvater / hum hallelujah - fall out boy / heaven - troye sivan / there will be blood - dir. paul thomas anderson / heaven’s gate - fall out boy / blue lily lily blue - maggie stiefvater / call down the hawk - maggie stiefvater / novitiate - dir. maggie betts / take me to church - hozier / crush - richard siken

#i’m on a fob lockdown #pynch #adam x ronan #ronan lynch #adam parrish #trc #the raven cycle #tdt #the dreamer trilogy #web weaving #cdth #bllb #trk

[konakoro]

A good summary of my last few days

#fob #eat your young #so much for stardust #fall out boy #hozier #eat your young ep #dumb stuff #48 hour hozier/fob lockdown #couldn’t get tickets for the fob tour but I’m at least seeing porridge lad in october

[spacetravels]

tagged by @ashi-cookie >:]

my lock screen, home screen, last song, and last image!

tagging uhhhhh @12changeling @spiderstingle @leonscottskennedy @havaheart @leezuhh @carpisuns

#sry i remembered u all in my notifs recently. kill on sigjt #anyways. lockscreen frm the love live sunshine nuzamu book cuz it is BEAUTIFUL… #nothing to say abt my home screen i’m just insane. also so true fob lockdown #uhhh the book ss is from book lovers by emily henry. i was having a Moment today.

[kyriearashi-blog]

Aziraphale’s Pocket Watch Chain

There are a number of key aspects to Aziraphale’s pocket watch chain, which I wanted to ensure I replicated for my costume.

First, his chain is comprised of three different chains: fob, main, and watch. Second, there is a more aged appearance to the gold, when compared to the bright gold of the fob. I took this to be because he polishes the fob (and likely the watch), but not the chain. The color difference is a lot more obvious in person than my photos, but it is a nice, subtle difference.

Here is the breakdown of my costume process:

Fob

The fob chain was the hardest to try and replicate. If I can find a better alternative, I’ll replace it in the future, but as it was I worked with what I had. The main feature was the ribbed links, one of which is skipped. I found silver, ribbed spacer beads as the closest way to replicate this. I would have used smaller, thicker jump rings for the alternating links, but they didn’t fit in the tight hole of the spacer bead. The ribs are the most important aspect, so I had to make that sacrifice. The color of the different pieces didn’t matter, as the entire chain was going to receive antique gold Rub N Buff anyway. I used a random necklace bar closure as the piece that slips in the buttonhole.

Main

This was the part that kept messing with my eyes. At first, it appeared to be that the chain changed halfway from the woven links to a simple chain. After examining the way the light glared off the links in certain ways, and how my replication moved, I accepted it to be the woven chain the entire way to the watch chain. I took a photo into Procreate and traced the links to get a better idea of how they are woven together (this can be seen in the first photo collage of this post), then took apart a chain and relinked it to match. A round of Rub N Buff to match the fob chain, and it was done.

Watch

The watch chain itself was simple, but the problem was the watch. We never get a good look at his watch. We see watches on his desk in S1, but the chains on them don’t match what he wears. He takes his watch out of his pocket very briefly in S2, but he has it cupped in his hand and turns quickly, so we never see it clearly. That meant I had to take some creative liberties.

I researched different pocket watches through history, and decided to go for one of the ornate fronts. The watch I started with was a cheap, broken Harry Potter watch. I sculpted a replica of the angel on his fob on it, then sanded it down so most of the detail was gone and worn away, so it looks like he’s been taking it in and out of a pocket for 200 years.

For the interior, I printed out a watch face I liked to cover the Deathly Hallows face. I removed the second hand, because they were a relatively new addition in the late 18th century, so I figured Aziraphale would be slow on the uptake of new technology. I set the time to 9:13 as a nod to the GO canon of 9:13 am being when the universe was created. I also printed out, on photo paper, the da Vinci sketch of Crowley we see on Aziraphale’s desk in the Lockdown special. I cut it to fit and, after a run through the washing machine gave the photo a roughed up the edges without disintegrating it, I placed it inside as a sweet little extra. The whole watch received a Rub N Buff treatment (gold leaf for most of it, but antique gold for under the photo, because it seemed like an area that wouldn’t get cleaned regularly).

Once everything was assembled, the chaos coalesced to look like a decent replica. I may redo the watch at some point, and obviously will be on the look out for a proper fob chain replacement, but I’m happy with the overall look.

#good omens #neil gaiman #aziraphale #good omens cosplay #cosplay

[erraticopeninghours]

Crowley and Aziraphale's Argument #1

Thoughts on 1.11: Crowley and Aziraphale’s argument 

I know that European countries tend to be small, and Britain is also small, but in my mind, Dartmoor is not that far away from London! 

If something terrible is going to happen to Gabriel, driving him up to Dartmoor does not seem like a very effective solution. 

(I also wasn’t sure if it was going to come up or not, but Dartmoor always reminds me of The Hound of the Baskervilles, so I was on the lookout for that throughout the rest of the season.  *ACD Sherlock spoilers ahead* Nothing huge came to mind, but I would like to point out that The Hound was the first story published after The Final Problem, so it was almost like getting a Season 2 for a novel published in 1990.  And just the fact that The Hound is not the problem/antagonist of the story, but other people are!  Which isn’t exactly a parallel, but I feel like matches this season if you squint!  Because in the end, the main problem / conflict is not the dangers posed by Heaven and Hell;  it’s the effects and costs of connections, of relationships between people: Beelzebub and Gabriel, Nina and Maggie, and - of course - Crowley and Aziraphale!) 

I know it comes up repeatedly throughout the season, but I adore how much of an issue Crowley takes with Gabriel’s attempted murder / execution of Aziraphale! 

I also don’t have anything new to add, but the “carved it out for ourselves” line! GAH! 

Also, the whole bit about the “exactlies.”  Even when they’re arguing and the stakes are relatively high, they are both such dorks, and I love that about them.  It is a fantastic demonstration of their mutual incompetence. 

I would also like to recognize Aziraphale’s character growth, even if he may or may not revert to other strategies later.  (Progress is not linear!)  I am so proud of him for being so direct in what he wanted and in explicitly asking for Crowley’s help (with the acknowledgment that Crowley - at least, theoretically - can say no.)  Like, “you're at liberty to go,” “No, I would love you to help me,” “I’m asking you to help me take care of him,” But if you won’t, you won’t.”  I’m not saying that Aziraphale was not still angling for what he wanted / trying to persuade Crowley to see things his way, but I do feel like this is a lot more direct than what we’ve heard from Aziraphale in Season 1 and the Lockdown video. 

“You’re on your own” was so painful, even though I didn’t expect it to last long.  (But I also didn’t expect the end of Season 2…) It reminded me of “we’re on our own side” which Crowley technically says in the preceding episode.  And like, yes, the precious, peaceful, fragile existence is important and, dare I say, nice.  But what about Our Side? 

Lastly, I would like to point out that when Crowley was faced with a similar situation, he did not abandon the loosely innocent and helpless being his side fobbed off to him.  When Hell gave Crowley the Antichrist, he thought about simply tossing “the basket” away, but he didn't.  And some of that was because he was still officially working for Hell and hadn’t semi-retired yet, but I also believe that a good part of that was because Crowley is firmly against killing kids (human, quasi-human, or goat.)  Instead, Crowley hatched a scheme that involved him and Aziraphale watching over the Antichrist as godfathers while they both knew that the fate of the entire world (in theory) depended on their success and that failure would mean an end to their current versions of existence.  They had less knowledge about the terrible thing that could happen to Gabriel, but I feel like there is precedence for Aziraphale's attempt to convince Crowley to help this random, not entirely welcome being together as they desperately work to prevent future Bad Things from occurring. 

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#good omens #good omens 2 #ineffable husbands #crowley #aziraphale #protective crowley #gabriel/jim #communication

[lyekisses]

ooh tell me more - which is the crush music offices: this room with the guitars or from the mandoline is an upside down bass (or smth) interview?

also tell me more about it in general lol

i’m like 99% sure this interview:

is in the crush office in los angeles !! i don’t have any other pictures of it on the inside bc i’m girlblogging on the clock but im sure you can find some of fob or of other artists managed by crush there if you dig.

this is what it looks like from the outside via google maps tho lmao i’ve actually driven past it going down fairfax and it really is just a little house type building. but it’s an office not peterick mansion 💔 i think the room with the guitars where they played the acoustic livestream was patrick’s studio space though! i’m honestly just not sure why this made people assume they were LIVING TOGETHER THE WHOLE TIME instead of just taking a risk and breaking the lockdown rules 😭

#sorry peterick warriors this theory does not hold up for me!!!!

[herbcitty]

Tagged by @patrickztump thanks, friend!

most recent song: Patrick’s love lockdown cover on recommendation of @foliejpg! Gonna say I cannot stand kayne west, but Patrick was doing things with his voice, so. (Also does anyone else find things from the before times called lockdown or quarantine Really Freakin Weird. I certainly do)

favourite color: also greens, but grass greens for me! (I have a whole blog dedicated to it. Who is surprised)

currently watching: I. Am not. The only thing I even sort of keep up with watching is Kaleb’s house restoration (the 2nd empire strikes back, on YouTube), but even then it’s a catch-up-every-month-or-two kind of deal.

last movie: honestly. Couldn’t even tell you the last time I watched a movie, let alone what it was. I think I saw a marvel movie way back in 2019 with my dnd friends? Maybe? I have no idea honestly. Gonna just add in Z’s project sections here so I’ve got something to actually talk about I think lol.

currently reading: embarrassingly. A supernatural fanfic. It’s. Not that good actually. I recc’d it myself back in like 2014. My tolerance for kind of bad fic has changed. But I was looking for something to read and what better than old reliable supernatural, so massive there’s always something (and I immediately set search perimeters to 2015 when I was last there. Of course. Bc who knows what happened in the show since apart from Cas going to superhell and Dean only loving him back canonically in the Spanish version or whatever, I certainly don’t know!)

last project: Um. Hmm. What even was my last project. I started making a shirt as a prototype for one I wanted to make for a friend, I think it was that? Got disheartened when the pattern really didn’t work and didn’t fit in a comfortable way and gave up halfway. My friend the finished one was gonna be for has been on t for a while and works out so much it wouldn’t fit him and I’d have to get another pattern anyway now, so it’s become simply fabric in the stash.

current project: my tapestry! Super excited. Got another colour complete (except for in the frame which I’m leaving til last), started on one of the two bigger greens. Got lots to go still but I’m loving it.

sweet/savory/spicy: savoury!

relationship status: ace and perfectly happy w that.

current obsession: I dunno if I get obsessed with things like I used to anymore tbh. But either ✨𝒻𝒶𝓁𝓁 ℴ𝓊𝓉 𝒷ℴ𝓎✨ as Z said or supernatural (we will see how long that lasts. If I start reblogging lots of old stuff you will know I’m doing more than reading fic and maybe god forbid even watching the show).

last google: “horseshoe crab fob” bc of a post about them I stuck in my queue earlier! Wanted to make sure the lyrics I tagged were actually correct.

currently working on: clearing out my likes, as per usual (hence this post. The goddamn ““feature”” of always bouncing back to the top once you’re past the first ten posts… god I hate that).

pressure free tagging: anyone who sees this post and wants to make their own one! =)

#herbcitty meows #sticking a readmore in bc it got kinda long #my other blog is xx-catty-xx if anyone want to go take a wander

[socalledfreethinker]

sorry bout the FOB lockdown, i’m going through it

#shavua tov btw

[pynkhues]

Omgggg another lockdown I’m so sorry 😭Are vaccine rates in Australia low?

it's kind of a long story, anon, but basically our prime minister wanted to take no responsibility for the pandemic and so thrust it all onto state leaders + the Indigenous Health Network to manage the growing situations, and in return, he said that he'd handle vaccines and hotel quarantine for people entering the country from overseas, while effectively ignoring everything else about the pandemic.

All of our state leaders + the Indigenous Health Network really rose to the occasion and through intense lockdowns and other restrictions, were able to get community cases down to 0 last year.

In return, Scott Morrison, our prime minister, has completely fucked up the vaccines and overseas quarantine. Every new community case over the last six months have been breaches in hotel quarantine, and the vaccination rollout has been a disaster. He underordered vaccines, bungled communications, outright lied, and continues to bully the Australian people for not getting vaccinated when they don't have access to vaccines. Like, I can't get it. As of a couple of weeks ago, I could get AstraZeneca, but it's not only not recommended for my age group by Australia's peak health bodies, it's also not recommended for me for a type of medication that I'm on for a hormone disorder I have. What's recommended for me is Pfizer, which Australia has run out of again, because ScoMo has not ordered enough.

So when there was another breach in hotel quarantine a few weeks ago, not enough people in the community were vaccinated (not for lack of want or trying!) and so the state leaders were once again the ones left to make the hard calls (and NSW has made them too late, but that's another story) while ScoMo's tried to fob off blame.

It's been - - immensely infuriating to say the least.

#if scomo wins the election istg #auspol #rl #welcome to my ama #they're saying it's a five day lockdown but my gut is telling me it'll be two weeks #anyway #happy first day of lockdown to victoria!

[earlgreytea68]

hi egt! are you going to any of the hella mega shows? I'm so glad fob are on tour again

I theoretically am! I have the tickets in hand! I have a lot of angst over, like, the fact that we are having concerts again, Idk. I am fully vaccinated and so are many of the people who I interact with regularly and my concerts are both at outside venues and I'm going to wear my mask and I plan to be very careful after the concert and I keep Googling "how irresponsible is it to go to a concert" and the articles keep saying that if you're vaccinated and outside and wearing a mask, you should be okay??????? I am very stressed out about how I don't want to be a really irresponsible person because I want to go to a Fall Out Boy concert.

But also my job is going to make me teach in person with zero social distancing inside and no mask or vaccination mandate, so I'm kind of like, ...well, the concert almost seems safer than that??????????

ANYWAY. I have tickets! To multiple shows, even! (This is a side effect of the pandemic that changed tour dates around.) I really want to go! I am hopefully going to go! AND I REALLY CAN'T WAIT, because it looked like everyone had a spectacular time, and I want to have this little burst of fake normality, I think, before I go back into lockdown for the rest of the year.

#fall out boy #fob #bandom

[pizza-soup]

It’s about time I share what I’ve been making. I mentioned I’ve been getting into kumihimo. I’ve seen a machine that weaves them for you in the kid’s craft section, but I wanted to make them as they’re traditionally done in Japan. It’s always better when it’s authentic and the history behind them is really amazing. So I made a makeshift marudai using a wooden disk and drilling a hole in it, then using wooden thread spools for the weights needed to create the right tension. I could’ve used a foam disk that’s ready made in most craft stores but then I’d be limited to only 32 threads, some patterns have over 50+ threads, really depends on how complex you want to go.

Here are my first attempts, they’re a bit loose due to not getting the weighting right, that’s really important if you want a tight weave. These bracelets were only 16 threads, beginner level. They turned out nice.

I started getting the process down and then made these. 24 threads. Love the watermelon and ladybug patterns, very summery. I’ll have to buy jewelry caps for them so they don't unravel as I wear them.

Then a 30 thread and 40 thread. These are too thick for bracelets, but the patterns are beautiful. I might use these as camera straps or key fobs.

I’m slowly building up my thread count, there's patterns out there that are super complex but they’re stunning, some include beads. I want to see far I can go like I did with my bead weaving in middle school. I also want to get into alpha bracelet making this year, which is more or less a tiny version of macrame tapestries. There’s a good tutorial on the youtube channel, Alex’s Innovations, that breaks the process down really well and teaches you how to read patterns

If you’re still on self lockdown like me, why not pick up a new hobby? I’m not using any kind of special thread, just embroidery thread I grabbed at a dollar store, and the marudai can be made from cardboard, a thick craft foam sheet, even an old CD. You don’t have to lay down a ton of cash to get into it, heck my set up ran up to only $12.

#kumihimo #woven bracelet #textile art

[crystalessenceswrites]

Burden of the Survivors- Chapter Two

Burden of the Survivors

Pairing: Din Djarin x fem!reader Rating: T (at the moment- subject to change) Warnings: swearing, canon-typical violence *no spoilers- takes place in Season 1 timeline* Summary: Mando works alone- except for when the absolutely can’t. There are few people Din trusts – trusts as in he doesn’t expect a viroblade in the back the second he’s turned around. She’s one of them. Just as cautious and nearly as tight lipped about her past as he is, Din doesn’t mind her around too much. A/N: My inspiration is a fickle thing, I’ve been swinging back and forth between Shadows and BotS for a few weeks now. Finally got enough to sit down and finish this chapter, so cheers to that.

[Masterlist] [Chapter One] [Chapter Two] [Chapter Three] Cross-posted to AO3

Chapter Two

When Vero found you, you were nothing but a pickpocket on the lower-level streets of Coruscant-the byproduct of the horrors of the Clone Wars and the rise of the Empire. You were nearing sixteen and beginning to lose your touch. When you were younger-and smaller-it was easier to weave through crowds and avoid attention. Puberty and a growth spurt made it much more difficult for the teenage you to blend in. You made it work, you had to if you wanted to get by, but it took twice as much work to get folks to look the other way. Ever observant Vero caught on quick but said you had potential, just not as a street thief. The alabaster skinned theelin approached you with a job, a job that paid more than you could scrounge up in two weeks selling your stolen treasures. All you had to do was deliver a small parcel to a pilot friend of his at a docking station a few levels up without getting caught by the city guard before the pilot was scheduled to leave in two hours. It seemed easy enough and you desperately needed the credits. The last thing on your mind was what was in the package you carried. You knew better than to stick your nose where it did not belong, especially when you were getting paid. That decision changed your life.

The job was a test to see if you were capable and trustworthy enough to bring on for a real job as a runner, and you passed with flying colors. Vero took you under his wing and had you running smuggled goods and other products all over Coruscant. It was a reckless job, you knew that-even as a child-but it kept a roof over your head and food in your belly at a time in your life when you had forgotten what that was like. You were one of many street kids on Coruscant that had to turn to life in the underworld to get by, but you thank the Maker you ended up with the one crew on Coruscant that had some small sense of morals.

Vero worked for Shan Tillis, who had grown up on the streets of Corellia himself. Shan was sympathetic, smuggling had been his way out of the gutter, and he offered you that same opportunity. It had not taken long for Shan and the others to realize you were too smart and too quick on your feet to just move goods, that you and your brain could be used elsewhere. So, they taught you. Kom and Redarr, Shan’s lead muscle heads, taught you how to fight and how to fight dirty. Sola bought you your first proper viroblade (you’d nicked one years ago but it was made for hands much larger than yours so you’d always been rather clumsy with it) and taught you every trick in the book she knew, every weak spot on the body, how to wound but not kill and where to bleed someone out the fastest. Her lessons were always your favorite. Tala taught you how to pilot every kind of ship you could get your hands on, and how to hotwire a landspeeder- Vero was not thrilled when he discovered that lesson had been performed on his precious baby.

Everything that made you into the infamous bounty hunter you were now had been taught to you by that crew. Every cautious tick had been drilled into you by Kom and Vero. Redarr had schooled you on blasters, made you practice in-between jobs on how to take them apart and put them back together with your eyes closed. Zena taught you how to read people and how to know when a deal was about to go south.

Shan imparted you with the most practical wisdom of them all. How to know when you’re fucked.

This job seems pretty fucked to you.

The Mandalorian is silent as the two of you settle on the ridge above the compound. Scope out, he looks over the cluster of buildings. Even from a distance you’ve already counted ten nikto out and about, and you can safely assume they’re all heavily armed.

You tighten the various straps and holsters on your person before slipping your tactical mask into place. The contraption covers the lower half of your face and has always been more for the intimidation factor than much else. Redarr had gifted it to you all those years ago as more of joke than practical gear but you’d grown attached. Between the mask and its voice modulator, your hood and dark, nondescript clothes you could remained relatively anonymous when you wanted to, which was most of the time.

“If we come along the east side I think I can make it up to the roof without being seen, provide you with a little more cover.” You did always prefer the higher ground.

Mando nods, continuing to scan the scene, “there’s two on the northwest corner you’ll have to manage.”

Your scoff crackles through the modulator, “they won’t be an issue.”

He grunts before his head snaps back towards the edge of the compound, “shit. Bounty droid.”

“You’ve got to be kidding me.” You whip out your own scope, focusing in on where Mando was watching. Sure enough, you spot an IG unit bounty droid making its way up to the group of nikto lingering outside.

“Subparagraph 16 of the Bondsman Guild Protocol Waiver compels you to immediately produce said asset.”

You roll your eyes as the shooting starts. Droids had to have figured out by now it was never that easy. If it was, anyone with a blaster could join the guild.

The droid has a handle on the gunfight, but you groan as you watch the compound go into lockdown, all the blast doors slam shut before the last shot is fired.

“Droids.” Mando snaps as he stands, one hand clenched around the hilt of a blaster.

You jump up, following behind him. Again, with the acting first, thinking second.

As you approach the encampment Mando jerks his head up, “you take the topside.”

“Gladly.”

You scramble up the side of the building with relative ease, there are plenty of odd pipes and vents that make convenient grips as you haul yourself and up over the lip of the roof. When the droid had ruined any chance at a surprise attack, you’d lost sight of the two guards on the roof. You keep your rifle aimed in their last known direction as you settle onto your stomach, ready to cover Mando as needed.

“Subparagraph 16 of the Bondsman Guild Protocol Waiver compels you to immediately produce said asset,” the droid repeats.

Maker they really have no learning curve.

“IG unit! Stand down!”

The bounty droid has split second reaction times, shooting at what you can safely assume is Mando when he groans from somewhere down below and out of view. “We’re in the Guild!”

“So I suggest you stand down before you take a bolt to the brains, droid.”

Your quip draws the droid’s attention to your vantage point on the roof.

“You are Guild members? I thought I was the only one on assignment.”

“That makes two of us,” Mando grumbles. “So much for the element of surprise.”

That was a kriffing understatement.

“Sadly, I must ask for your fob. I have already issued the writ of seizure. The bounty is mine.”

“Unless I’m mistaken, you are, as of yet, empty-handed.”

“This is true.”

You have to restrain your eye rolling to keep monitoring the roofline.

“I have a suggestion.”

“Proceed.”

“We split the reward.”

How many people was he going to offer to share your credits with? This was beginning to get out of hand.

“This is acceptable.”

Well considering how much Mando hated droid he at least knew how to manage them considerably well.

“Great. Now let’s regroup, out of harm’s way, and form a plan.”

You were sorely doubting that the droid was capable of forming a decent plan or following whatever you and Mando came up with, but it was worth a shot considering the situation had become even more fucked thanks to him.

“I will of course receive the reputation merits associated with the mission.”

“Is this really the time?” You shout down at the pair.

Mando seems to have the same idea, “can we talk about this later?”

“I require an answer if I am to proceed-”

An orange head pops into view on the roof across from you, “we’ve got company!”

The nikto takes a shot at the droid, “oh, no. Alert. Alert. Alert.”

Whole lot of help this one was. You land a headshot just as the doors of the compound slide open, more soldiers swarming out, blasters drawn.

“Let’s go!” Mando dives for cover and the droid follows after.

Your spot affords you a decent line of sight into the courtyard but there’s more of them then you thought there would be out in the middle of nowhere guarding who knows what you were after. It takes you picking off three of them before they realize you’re shooting at them from above. There’s a flurry of shouting and pointing in your direction and Mando makes a run for the main set of blast doors at the back of the courtyard. You were going to have friends on the roof soon. Lucky you.

Rolling back you jump to your feet, taking a couple pot shots into the courtyard as you make for the far end of the roof. The droid is a decent shot, covering Mando’s mad dash while you focus on the nikto popping up across the roof. One hauls himself over the edge to your left, making a swipe at yours leg with his blaster. The loud crunch of your boot to his skull cuts through the blaster fire around you as the body falls into courtyard. Gross. Two more appear out of thin air, their shots barely missing your head. Losing your blaster you duck and roll, knocking both over as you draw a viroblade from your thigh holster. Neither have time to react before you’re on them, each taking one clean slice to the neck.

Mando and the IG unit have made it to the main door as you duck behind some ventilation equipment at the northwest corner of the building. You appear to have control of the roof for now, but you can see the soldiers in the courtyard beginning to regroup. They have Mando and the bounty droid pinned. Shit. You can hear Mando’s modulated shouts from below but you can’t quite make out what he’s going on about. Hopefully he’s chewing out the dumbass droid who go you into this mess.

The IG unit steps out again, laying out a spread of blaster fire that doesn’t seem to do much. The nikto have plenty of coverage behind debris and the series of pillars lining the courtyard. Their numbers also seem to be steadily growing. Just how many of them were set up out here? Who needed this many bodyguards? It was nearly a small army. The IG unit cannot keep up with the incoming blaster fire, even with your help from above.

Your stomach drops as you catch sight of another incoming nikto on a hover blaster at the encampment entrance. You were all fucked. All you can do is hope Mando’s found good cover down there as you drop to your stomach, bracing behind the ventilation unit. The nikto lets it rip, covering the area with a spray of bolts. Most sound like they’re striking below you, focused on where you assume Mando and the droid are hiding.

Then as suddenly as it started the gun stops. Poking your head out you watch as the nikto is flung backwards and Mando yanks the blaster to him. You thank the Maker for whatever good fortune he earned for that to work. It takes only moments for Mando to swing the blaster around and mow down the rest of the small army.

“Well done,” the IG unit cuts through the eerie silence following the blaster fire. “I will disengage self-destruct initiative.”

“Wait, you guys can self-destruct?” Seemed a bit counterintuitive.

Mando’s visor snaps to where you’re hanging over the edge of the roof, looking for a spot to climb down. He wordlessly offers you a hand and you toss your pack and blaster down to him. Its not too high up so you simply ease over the edge and drop to the ground, ignoring the harsh jolt to your knees.

“Manufactures protocol dictates I cannot be captured; thus I have a self-destruct initiative.”

So the droid could have killed you all if had deemed the situation too risky. Great. You’re glad you hadn’t been aware of that during the shootout.

Mando helps the droid back to its feet. “You know, you’re not so bad. For a droid.”

Had hell frozen over? Mando was as droid adverse as they got, and now he was complimenting one? The universe must be ending.

“Agreed.”

“That blaster hit looks nasty. You okay?”

“Running a quick diagnostic… it has missed my central wiring harness.”

“Is that good?”

“Yes.”

Mando glances back to you, “good?”

“Never better,” you grin. This could have gone significantly worse, so you had no room to complain at the moment.

“Well, now we just need to get the door open.”

The way Mando’s helmet whips back to the large blaster makes you groan. There were easier, less messy ways to go about things. You don’t attempt to talk the hunter out of it, he most likely wouldn’t listen to you anyways. It almost looks like he has fun shooting out the blast door until in collapses inwards.

You all take tentative steps inside the compound. One head appears around a far corner to the right. Mando’s quick draw has him downed before anyone blinks. “Anyone else?”

As if any survivors were going to offer themselves up to be shot.

“I’ll clear the west side,” you offer and Mando nods before heading off with the bounty droid in the opposite direction.

An unnerving silence settles over you as you stalk down the halls of the mysterious compound. The small army camped here had been prepared and well supplied. There are crates upon crates of food stuffs, weapons and ammunition. Some places are nearly packed floor to ceiling with it. What exactly was going on out here? How did they get all this out here in the middle of nowhere?

You worry your necklace pendant with one hand, an unconscious gesture you have yet to train yourself out of. Something was not right about this job, or at least more than normal. Over the years your own morals had morphed to accommodate your line of work. You worked for the guild and were often paid by unsavory individuals, but that was what you did to survive, and you refused to let that get to you. This however was picking at an old wound, long forgotten.

Another shot echoes through the compound and you find yourself racing back towards Mando and the droid, blaster held at the ready. Swinging around a corner you find Mando standing over a small floating pod, the bounty droid smoking out of its “head” on the floor. Maybe he didn’t want to split the bounty after all.

“Mando?” Your voice seems to cut through whatever trance the hunter was under, head snapping back towards you. “What happened?”

His shoulders drop, the tension seeming to fall away at your appearance. “He was going to kill the bounty.”

“I thought you said the client specified they wanted it alive if at all possible.”

Mando nods, “they did say that.”

That gnawing sense of dreads returns. Stepping up next to Mando you glance down into the pod-which appears to be functioning as some kind of traveling pram-and are greeted with wide dark eyes and pointy green ears.

Oh Maker no…

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Home- Chapter 3 (The Gunslinger)

Summary: Din and Jesla help a rookie bounty hunter who is in over his head. Jesla sees someone that she never thought she would ever see again.

Pairing: Eventual Din Djarin (The Mandalorian) × OC!Jesla Gavdo

Word Count: 5,620

Warnings: Violence, gun TW, near death experience

A/N: Now this is long one, whew! I hope you all enjoy it! Tags are still open!

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    “Losing fuel,” Mando announces as the Razor Crest loses all power, the Child squealing behind them. Jesla rolls her eyes, trying some switches as Din goes to turn on the emergency power.

   “If you would've listened to me when I said we were tailed by that fighter, we wouldn't be in this mess!” Jesla calls after the ship powers back up and the engine comes on again. She had tried telling him that they should go a different route because someone was following them, but he just told her that she was being paranoid. 

   The Mandalorian mutters to himself incoherently as he sits back in his seat gruffly. The Child climbs up in Jesla's lap, picking at the bottom of her glove that was slowly unraveling. She looks down at him when he places his hand on her wrist where her tattoos were drawn on her skin. He looks back up at her, as if asking what they meant. Jesla swallows thickly, moving his hand away and pulls her glove back down over them.

   Din watches the interaction between the two, making note of the markings that she was hiding. Despite knowing she was an ex-Imperial sharpshooter that was trained on some planet named Kamino and had powers like the kid, he didn't really know that much about her. She didn't know anything about him either. Din usually worked alone, so he wasn't sure how he was suppose to start a conversation without it being work-related. He guessed Jesla wasn't much of a conversationalist as well. After all, they were both still strangers to each other, in a way. 

   “This is Mos Eisley Tower. We are tracking you. Head for bay three-five. Over.”

   The operator shakes Din out of his thoughts, clearing his throat before speaking. “Copy that. Locked in for three-five,” he replies.

   Jesla straightens up once she realizes where they were currently landing. “Is this Tatooine?” She questions, leaning over the control panel to scan the area outside the cockpit window. The Child, who had fallen asleep in her lap, stirs slightly at her movement.

   Mando nods as he settles down in the bay. “Yes... you've been here before?” He asks, turning the ship off.

   “Yeah, once... It was actually for another Mandalorian believe it or not,” Jesla laughs shortly at the memory of the bounty hunter. He had reminded her of her brothers.

   Din turns to look at her then, his eyebrows furrowed under his helmet. “You knew another Mandalorian?” He queries incredulously, tilting his head forward slightly.

   Jesla licks her lips, nodding. “Uh, yeah. But he was killed here a handful of years ago,” she answers, her eyes darting away for a brief moment. Just like everyone else she knew.

   “Should I be worried?” Din tries to joke, but as soon as it comes out of his mouth, he's not sure she would take it as one. Why he was actually concerned about that, he didn't really know.

   His worries are washed away when he hears Jesla laugh and sees her genuinely smile as she shakes her head, a few strands of hair that wasn't tied back falling in her face. He doesn't recall seeing her actually smile before, besides offering small ones to be polite. She seemed to always be wearing a metaphorical mask around people she didn't trust. In some ways, they were similar.

   “Oh, so you actually have a sense of humor? I'm surprised,” Jesla grins as she stands up with the sleeping Child in her arms. Despite not being able to see Mando's face, she knew that he was rolling his eyes.

   One by one, they both climb down the ladder to the hangar. When the Mandalorian opens the cot door, Jesla lays the Child in there, Mando then closing it to lock him inside. The duo then open the hangar door and leave the ship.

   Three pit droids pop up and start to approach, but pop down with a screech when Mando starts shooting at them. Jesla's eyes widen as she quickly grabs his wrist and forcibly lowers his blaster down. “Mando, what the hell?!”

   A woman comes rushing out of the office, yelling at them. “Hey! You damage one of my droids, you pay for it,” she shouts. 

   “Just keep them away from my ship,” Mando grumbles, shaking off Jesla's grip on him and slips his blaster back into its rightful place. Jesla shoots him a look, but he ignores her as he walks away.

   What was his problem?

   “Yeah? You think that's a good idea, do ya? Let's look at your ship,” the woman says as she knocks on the hull, making something rattle and clank inside. “Oof... Look at that. Oh, you got a lot of carbon scoring building up top. If I didn't know better, I'd think you were in a shootout. Special tool for that one. Oh ya, I'm gonna have to rotate that... You got a fuel leak?! Look at that, this is a mess! How did you even land? That's gonna set you back.” The woman walked around the entire ship, naming everything that needed to be fixed.

   As she listened to the woman name everything, Jesla knew that they didn't have enough credits to fix the whole ship. They needed to get more money somehow.

   “We've got 500 Imperial credits,” Mando tells her and judging by the look the woman just gave him, it wasn't enough.

   “That's all you got? Well,” the woman turns to the pit droids, “what do you guys think? That should at least cover the hangar.”

   “We'll get you your money,” Jesla promises, Mando nodding in agreement as he stands back beside her.

   The woman scoffs, shaking her head. “I've heard that before,” she mutters. 

   “Just remember-”

   “Ya, no droids, I heard ya. You don't have to say it twice,” the woman interrupts Din as she waves them off.

   Mando and Jesla both leave and walk through the sandy streets of Mos Eisley. They pass some Stormtrooper helmets on pikes which makes Jesla stop in her tracks. Din only makes it a few feet before he notices that he was walking alone. He looks back to search for his partner and finds her stopped in front of the trooper helmets, staring at them.

   Jesla subconsciously rubs the spot on her wrist where her tattoos were, still looking at the sight in front of her. Memories from the war enter her mind, memories she tried so hard to forget. Her time as a trooper was not a pleasant one, even though she was trained for it her whole life. Maybe that was the reason she accepted her master's offer.

   She's brought out of her thoughts when she feels a hand grip her shoulder firmly, yet somehow gently as well. Jesla looks down at the gloved hand then at its owner. 

   “You all right?” Mando asks sincerely, making eye contact with her through his visor. Jesla looks back at the pikes one last time, nodding slowly. She drops her hand from her wrist and walks away, making Din release his grip on her shoulder. 

   They end up walking into a cantina, the Mandalorian taking the lead as he walks up to the droid bartender. “Hey, droid. We're hunters. We're looking for some work.”

   “Unfortunately, the Bounty Guild no longer operates in Tatooine,” the droid informs them as it cleans a glass.

   “We're not looking for Guild work,” Jesla says, leaning on the bar. There had to be something.

   “I am afraid that does not improve your situation. At least by my calculation,” the droid apologizes.

   How were they going to pay for the repairs on the Razor Crest now?

   “Think again, tin can.”

   The Mandalorian and ex-Imperial both turn to look at a man lounging in a booth with his feet on the table. “If you're looking for work, have a seat, my friends. Name's Toro. Toro Calican,” he introduces himself. Mando and Jesla hesitate, both looking at one another. “Come on, relax,” Toro beckons them over.

   Toro takes his feet off the table as the duo walk over to sit. He then places a bounty puck on the table, a hologram popping up. “Picked up this bounty puck before I left the Mid-Rim. Fennec Shand, an assassin. Heard she's been on the run ever since the New Republic put all her employers in lockdown,” he shares.

   “I know the name,” Mando replies shortly. Jesla could already tell that he wasn't interested in this kid's proposal. She had heard of this Fennec Shand, but never met her. She knew she was a good shot though, just like herself.

   “Well, I followed this tracking fob here. Now the positional data suggests she headed out beyond the Dune Sea. Should be an easy job,” Toro shrugs, grabbing the bounty puck off the table. 

   One... Two... Three...

   “Good luck with that,” Mando mutters as he slides out of the booth with Jesla right behind him. This man was becoming too predictable.

   Calican frantically gets up, “Wait, wait, wait. I thought you guys needed work.”

   Din turns back to face him. “How long have you been with the Guild?” He questions the kid.

   “Long enough,” Toro stammers.

   “Clearly not. Fennec Shand is an elite mercenary. She made her name killing for all the top crime syndicates, including the Hutts. If you go after her, you won't make it past sunrise,” Mando ends it there and leaves. Toro looks to Jesla for some help, but she just shrugs and leaves as well.

   Quickly, Toro goes after them, losing his confident facade. “This is my first job. You can keep the money, all of it. I just need this job to get into the Guild. I can't do it alone,” he presses out.

   Jesla leans over to Mando, considering Calican's offer. “We could definitely use those credits,” she whispers to him.

   Mando sighs, but nods reluctantly in agreement. He turns back to Toro. “Meet us at hangar three-five in half an hour. Bring speeder bikes, and give me the tracking fob,” he orders, holding his hand out for the fob.

   Toro then destroys the tracking fob instead of giving it to the Mandalorian. Jesla's eyebrows furrow in confusion at his sudden action. “Don't worry. Got it all memorized,” Toro winks at Jesla which makes her roll her eyes.

   “Half an hour,” Din grumbles as he walks back in the direction of the hangar. Jesla gives Toro a once over before heading in the same direction. 

   This is going to be fun.

                                                 ∞∞∞

   Jesla and Mando enter the hangar and head inside the ship. The duo immediately see the cot door open with no Child inside. They both look at each other before rushing back outside, Jesla unholstering her blaster. 

  “HEY! Where is he?!” Mando angrily questions a pit droid, which folds up in fear instead of answering him.

   The woman comes out of her office, the Child in her arms. “Quiet! Oh,” she rocks the now crying Child, “shh, it's okay. You woke it up. Do you have any idea how long it took me to get it to sleep?”

  Jesla let's out a sigh of relief, putting the blaster back in it's holster. “Give him to me,” she orders the woman, reaching out for him.

   “Not so fast! You can't just leave a child all alone like that. You know... you've got an awful lot to learn about raising a young one,” the woman says, the Child now quiet as he looks up at her sweetly.

  “Anyway, I started the repair on the fuel leak. There you go,” she says, hitting the side of the ship. “I had a couple setbacks I wanna talk to you about. You know I didn't use any droids as requested, so it took me a lot longer than I expected. But I figured you two were good for the money since you have an extra mouth to feed.”

   The Mandalorian and Jesla both thank her before they leave the hangar. “Oh, I guess I was right. You got a job, didn't you? You know, it's costing me a lot of money to keep these droids even powered up,” the woman tells them as she follows them out with the Child still in her arms.

   Toro Calican is waiting with two speeder bikes. Jesla tilts her head as she looks at them as Mando inspects them. There were three of them, but there were only two speeders.

   “Sorry, I could only get two of 'em. Looks like you'll have to ride with someone,” Toro informs her, his eyes looking her up and down. If he were to do that to her a few years ago, Jesla would've killed him where he stood. 

   Mando watches her as he hops on the bike, not missing the once over Toro had given her. Jesla just gives Toro a tight lipped smile as she hops on the speeder with Din, wrapping her arms around his waist. Toro stands there stunned for a couple seconds before hopping on his bike.  

   “If he checks me out like that again, I will kill him,” she whispers as she leans in close to him. Din chuckles shortly before speeding off into the desert with Calican right behind them. They race over the sand and dunes, Jesla pulling her hood down over her face to keep the sand from getting into her eyes.

   They continue to ride until the Mandalorian signs to Toro to hold. Both speeders simultaneously come to a halt. 

   “What's going on?” Toro asks as he slides his goggles off. 

   Din points ahead of them as he gets off the speeder, Jesla also hopping off to stretch out her limbs. “Look. Up ahead,” he tells him. Calican gets off his bike and uses his binoculars, seeing two banthas with their riders beside them.

  “Tusken Raiders. I heard the locals talking about this filth,” Toro says as he lowers his binoculars.

  “Tuskens think they are the locals. Everyone else is just trespassing,” Mando discloses.

  Toro scoffs as he rolls his eyes. “Well, whatever they call themselves, they best keep their distance,” he swaggers.

   Jesla watches as two Tuskens walk up behind him, a smirk forming on her lips. “Yeah? Why don't you tell them yourself?”

   Calican turns around to see the two Tusken Raiders standing behind him. He goes to reach for his blaster, but the Mandalorian quickly intercepts. “Relax.”

   Mando walks up to the Tuskens, using sign language to communicate with them. Jesla watches in amazement as Mando continues to negotiate with the Tuskens. Apparently, Mando knew a lot of languages. The man never ceased to amaze her.

   “What's going on?” Toro queries as he watches the interaction as well. 

   “We need passage across their land. Let me see the binocs,” Mando answers, holding out an outstretched hand. Toro hands them over to Din who in turn hands it over to the Tuskens. 

   Calican's mouth falls open in surprise as the Mandalorian remounts his bike. “Those were brand new,” he grumbles. 

   Jesla smirks as she turns to follow Mando. “Yeah. They were,” she mocks, hopping on the back of Mando's speeder. They take off, Toro eventually following them.

   They don't get too far when Mando suddenly stops again and gets off the bike, Jesla following his lead. “Get down,” Mando orders Toro, who gets off his speeder as well and follows the duo to take cover behind a dune ridge. Below them was a dewback with its rider still attached, getting dragged behind it. 

   “Is that her? Is that the target?” Calican questions, squinting his eyes.

   “I don't know. We'll go,” Din answers, nodding towards Jesla. “You cover us. Stay down,” he adds as both him and Jesla draw out their blasters.

   Din and Jesla rush towards the beast, approaching more carefully as they get closer. Jesla turns over the body being dragged, revealing a masked man. It wasn't her.

   “Is it her? Is she dead?” Toro calls down to them from his position on the ridge.

   Jesla shakes her head as she looks over in his direction. “It's another bounty hunter!”

   The Mandalorian continues to look through the hunter's things as Jesla scans their surroundings. Mando finds a beeping tracking fob on the body and jumps up suddenly, pulling Jesla in front of him.

   “Get down!”

   Just then a shot rings out, hitting Mando right on the pauldron. The impact causes him to fall on top of Jesla as the dewback runs off. Jesla quickly pushes him off of her and helps him up. They make another break to the dune ridge, Din making sure he was right behind Jesla to block any shots. He pushes Jesla over the ridge just as another shot hits him, throwing him over the top of the ridge as well.

   “What happened?” Toro asks, making sure he's out of the sniper's line of sight.

   “Sniper bolt. Only an MK-modified rifle could make that shot,” Jesla responds, gesturing to to her own MK swung over her shoulder. She turns back to Mando, checking him over. “Are you all right?”

   Mando nods as he sits up. “Yeah. Hit me in the beskar. And at that range, beskar held up,” he says, checking the areas where the shots hit him.

   “So what do we do? Can't you just snipe her with your rifle?” Toro asks Jesla, throwing his thumb over his shoulder in the direction of where the shots came from.

   Jesla rolls her eyes as she shakes her head. It was times like these that made her miss her trooper helmet so no one could see her expressions. “No, she has the high ground. By the time I set up my rifle, I'd be dead. She's going to wait for us to make the first move,” she explains to him.

   “So, we're gonna wait until dark. I'm gonna rest. You take the first watch. Stay low,” Mando cuts in, propping himself against the speeder.

   Watching Mando settle himself against the bike, Jesla realizes that resting didn't sound so bad. She nods at Toro before going to prop herself against the other speeder, pulling her hood down just over her eyes. It didn't take long for her to fall asleep.

   Once night falls, Jesla is woken up by Toro murmuring to himself and playing gunslinger in front of the supposedly sleeping Mandalorian, practically making an ass out of himself.

   “You done?”

   Din's voice startles Toro, making him fumble to put his blaster away as he stumbles over his words. Jesla laughs quietly as she pushes herself up, stretching out her limbs. Mando stands up as well, reaching for something on his belt.

   “Get on your bike. Ride as fast as you can. Towards those rocks,” Mando informs Calican, pointing to the area in front of them.    

   “That's your plan? She'll snipe us right off the bikes,” Toro points out, throwing his hands up in the air. Jesla hated to admit it, but the kid was right. She didn't have to say that out loud though.

   The Mandalorian tosses a charge over to Toro. “It's a flash charge. We alternate shots. It'll blind any scope temporarily. Combine that with our speed and we got a chance.”

   And with that, the three of them hop on the speeders. Jesla holds onto Mando tightly as they speed across the open valley. Mando releases the first charge, making the sniper's shot go wide. Toro then fires his flash charge, making Fennec Shand miss again. He goes to fire another one, but it misfires, giving Shand a chance at a good shot. She takes it and shoots out the bike out from under Din and Jesla. 

   Jesla groans from the impact just as Mando fires another charge so Calican could get across. Shand then hits Mando square in the breastplate, knocking him back. Jesla's heartbeat picks up as realizes that she has no cover or beskar to protect her. She hears a groan come from Mando as he slowly pushes himself up. He looks over at Jesla then towards where Toro and Fennec were fighting. Jesla let's out breath she didn't know she was holding when she sees that the sniper was too occupied to pay attention to them. 

   Together, Mando and Jesla sneak up to where Toro was “distracting” Fennec. They come up just as Shand gives Toro a thorough thrashing. Fennec turns to them, both Jesla and Din pointing their blaster at her. “Nice distraction.”

   Fennec let's Calican go, Toro groaning as he gets up. Mando tosses some cuffs to Shand. “Cuff yourself,” he turns to Toro, “why don't you go and find your blaster.”

   “A Mandalorian. It's been a long time since I've seen one of your kind. Ever been to Nevarro? I hear things didn't go so well there but... it looks like you got off easy,” Fennec says to Mando as she looks him up and down. 

   Toro finds his blaster and holsters it. “You don't have to worry about getting to Nevarro or anywhere else once we turn you in. You know I really should thank you. You're my ticket into the Guild,” he boasts, a prideful smirk on his face.

   “You're welcome,” she replies sarcastically. Fennec then turns to Jesla, giving her a once over as well. “You seem... familiar. Have we met?” She asks her, eyes squinting slightly. 

   “No,” Jesla answers shortly, roughly grabbing her arm. The group make their way down to where the single speeder bike is parked. 

   Will just one thing work out for them?

   “Uh oh... it looks like one of us has to walk,” Fennec quips, smirking.

   Jesla roughly pushes Fennec down to sit. “Or we could drag you,” she retorts. 

   Mando, Toro, and Jesla walk a short distance away from her. “All right... So, what's the plan?” Calican questions, rubbing his hands together. 

   “I need you to go and find that dewback we saw,” Din tells him.

   “And leave you two here? With my bounty and my ride? Yeah... I don't think so, guys,” Toro shakes his head as he crosses his arms across his chest. 

   Din sighs as he turns to face the valley, scanning with his HUD until he detects a heat reading a couple ridges over. “Okay. I'll do it. Watch her. And don't let her get near the bike. She's no good to us dead. Jesla will stay with you to make sure of it,” he says as he turns back to face them, tilting his helmet in Jesla's direction. It was the first time in years since Jesla heard her name come from someone else's mouth. It almost sounded foreign to her.

   With one last nod, Mando walks away towards the direction of the dewback. Both Toro and Jesla watch him for a few moments before returning to the speeder bike and Shand.

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   The group had waited throughout the night, waiting for the return of the Mandalorian. It was now morning and there was still no sign of Mando. Jesla worries her bottom lip as her eyes scan the sandy valley. She wasn't sure what was taking him so long.

   “Uh... It's been a while. Oh look, the suns are coming up,” Fennec announces as she stretches. 

   “Quiet,” Jesla quickly orders, her eyes never leaving the valley. 

   Fennec glares at Jesla before turning her attention to Toro. “Look, there's still time to make my rendezvous in Mos Espa. Take me to it, and I can pay you double the price on my head,” she tells him.

   “I don't care about the money,” Toro mutters, not looking at her.

   “Oh. So they keep all the money for themselves,” Shand nods towards Jesla, seemingly understanding the situation.

   “Only because I let them,” Toro states, glancing over his shoulder at her.

   Shand shakes her head as she laughs. “Doesn't seem that way. I mean, it seems like they're calling all the shots.”

   Toro turns to face her then, making Jesla turn to face them. “Shows what you know. I hired them. This is my job. Bringing you in will make me a full member of the Bounty Hunters' Guild,” he shares, taking a couple steps towards her. Jesla pushes herself off the ground, ready to intervene if neccessary. 

   Fennec rolls her eyes. “You already have something that the Guild values far more than me. You just don't see it,” she scoffs.

   “Okay, that's enough talking,” Jesla orders as she walks closer to them.

   The assassin smirks at Toro's questioning look. “The Mandalorian. His armor alone's worth more than my bounty,” she continues, ignoring Jesla. 

   Calican shrugs as he shakes his head. “I already told you I don't care about the money,” he reminds her. 

   “Then think what it would do for your reputation. A Mandalorian shot up the Guild with the help of some sniper on Nevarro. Took some high value target and went rogue,” Shand tries to convince him.

    “That Mandalorian?”

   Shand nods, her smirk still plastered on her face. “Like I said, you don't see many. You bring the Guild that traitor and they'll welcome you with open arms. Your name will be legendary.”

   Jesla starts to walk towards Fennec. “I said that's enough,” Jesla hisses, grabbing her roughly. She goes to pull her away, but is stopped by a sudden pain in her left side. Looking up, she sees Toro pointing his blaster at her. It's then when she realizes that she was shot, letting go of Fennec as she stumbles backwards and falls down.

   How did she let this happen? Why hadn't her instincts kicked in? The pain shoots through her body as she turns her head to face Toro and Shand. They're still talking, but Jesla can't focus enough to actually hear them. She watches as Toro shoots Fennec point blank, her body dropping to the ground as well.

   As Toro speeds off on the bike, Jesla pushes herself to stand back up, groaning in pain as she does so. She wasn't sure what she was doing, but she slowly started after Toro on foot. It was impossible to catch up to him, she knew that, but her anger was the only thing keeping her alive and she needed to go after him.

   She had been walking for a while when she finally collapses, the pain taking over her. Jesla grits her teeth as she clutches her wound. This wasn't supposed to be how she died. Out of all the ways she thought she would go out, this was not one of them. Maker, why did this have to happen to her? 

   Her eyelids started to feel heavy, the grip on her wound loosening. There was no way that she was going to make it. The odds were impossible. She knew that this was it as she finally allowed herself to close her eyes.

   “Don't tell me this is how you're going to die.”

   The new voice causes Jesla to barely open her eyes, her vision spotty. She slowly turns her head, squinting at the man before her. 

   “After everything, an inexperienced kid is what kills you? I thought I trained you better than that,” the man says, shaking his head as he looks down at her. 

   Jesla still couldn't make out who was talking to her. However, there was something familiar about his presence. “Who...” she tries to ask.

   The man crouches down beside her. “Come on, my apprentice. Get up,” he orders her.

   No. How was this possible? Jesla's eyes finally focus on the man. It was him.

   “M-master?”

   Anakin Skywalker smiles down at her as he stands back up. “Get up, Jesla,” he tells her again. And with that, he disappears as if he was never there to begin with. 

   Those three words continue to repeat inside Jesla's head as she turns herself over on the sandy ground. She pushes herself off the ground with an agonizing yell. Anakin was right. A kid wasn't about to be the one that killed her. 

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   Din approaches Mos Eisley that night on the dewback. He had just came back from where he had left Calican, Shand, and Jesla with the speeder. Once he had gotten there, he found Fennec left for dead with no sign of Jesla or Toro. Din wasn't sure what had occurred, but he knew it wasn't good.

   He spots the speeder parked outside the hangar as he ties up the dewback. Drawing out his blaster, he silently enters the hangar. A pit droid rushes past him into the office where it and two other droids fold up in fear. 

   “Took you long enough, Mando,” he hears Calican's voice say. Toro then appears on the Razor Crest's ramp with the Child on his arm and the mechanic at gunpoint. “Looks like I'm calling the shots now, huh, partner? Drop your blaster and raise ’em.”

   Din does as he's told, his eyes scanning around him from under his helmet. Jesla wasn't here. So where was she?

   “You're a Guild traitor, Mando. And I'm willing to bet that this here is the target you helped escape,” Toro says, referring to the Child in his arms. 

    “Where's Jesla?” Din questions, watching him carefully. He knew he could get out of this, but he couldn't find out where Jesla was if Calican was dead.

   Toro smirks as he shrugs. “Oh, you mean your little girlfriend? I killed her. She wasn't really my type,” he answers smugly. Din closes his eyes briefly. It was just another casualty in his life.

   “You're not exactly mine either.”

   Din turns to look behind him to see a pissed off Jesla holding her left side where she was apparently shot. Toro's eyes widen as he takes a couple steps back. “Wha... How? I killed you,” he says quietly as he starts to panic.

   Jesla's eyes harden as she stares at him. “It takes a lot to kill me, kid,” she snarls, raising her hand up towards him. Toro lifts up in the air, dropping the Child and his blaster as he starts to choke. The mechanic scrambles to get the Child and goes back to stand with the Mandalorian, both of them watching the scene before them. Jesla tightens her fist and kills Toro, his body falling limply to the ground. 

   She then stumbles backwards, Din quickly going to go steady her. Jesla clenches her teeth as the pain surges through her. Mando picks her up bridal style and carries her inside the Razor Crest, setting her down in the hangar. 

   “I told you I would kill him,” Jesla jokes, laughing but quickly regretting it as she squeezes her eyes shut. 

   Mando lifts up her shirt, examining her wound. “I'm gonna go get the kid, then I'm going to patch you up, okay?” He tells her, standing back up. Jesla nods and he heads out down the ramp, returning a couple minutes later with the Child. He sets him down and rushes up to the cockpit to get them the hell off Tatooine.

   The Child watches Jesla curiously, tilting his head. Jesla rests her head against the wall, trying to control her breathing. She doesn't notice the Child walk up to her, his eyes fixated on her wound. He raises his hand and closes his eyes. 

   He gets stopped by the Mandalorian picking him up and setting him to the side. “Not now, kid,” Din mumbles, looking through his med-pack for a bacta patch. He looks up to see Jesla's head lull to the side, her eyes closed.

   “Hey! You have to stay awake until I get you situated,” Din orders her, making Jesla snap her head up at the sternness of his voice. She slowly nods, trying her best to keep her eyes open. 

   Din watches her struggle to stay awake as he finally finds a bacta patch. He had to keep her awake if she was going to live through this. His eyes drift down to her tattoos on her wrist that were slightly uncovered by her glove. They were three different symbols; a line, a knot, and a cross.

   “What do those mean?” He asks her, gesturing to her wrist. 

   Jesla lifts her wrist up to her face, squinting at them. She swallows hard before answering. “They're for my brothers... Blank, Knot, and Cross,” she informs him, dropping her hand back in her lap. 

   Mando nods as he gently places the patch on her wound, making her hiss slightly. “You have brothers?” He had to keep her talking for a little longer. 

   “Not by blood, no. They were the clones in my squad. We were all close to each other... They were all killed on Burnin Konn during Operation Cinder,” Jesla shares, licking her chapped lips. Din looks up from his work on the patch to her, Jesla looking away from him.

   After a few seconds, he looks back to the bacta patch, making sure it was placed correctly. “I'm sorry... The bacta patch should be working now, so you can rest. I'll be in the cockpit if you need me,” he tells her as he picks up the Child and heads to the ladder.

   “What about you?” Jesla calls, making him stop and turn back to face her. “Why do you hate droids? I mean, I know they're annoying and all, but... You just seem to hate them.”

   Din turns back to the ladder, going up a step, but stops again. He turns to look at her again from over his shoulder. “They killed my parents,” he says before continuing up the ladder and into the cockpit.

   Jesla looks after him, sighing as she rests her head back against the wall. At least something good came out of all this.     

   She had finally gained the Mandalorian's trust.

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uma my bestfriend uma @thatbluelight tagged me to choose an artist and pick my favorite song from each of their albums. since i’ve been on fob lockdown since november i’m going to be a copycat and also do fall out boy❤️

tttyg- saturday (it’s the rituals and the history of it all)

cork tree- xo (okay this one changes constantly but like literally put your ear to the speaker and choose love or sympathy but never both 😞)

infinity on high- hum hallelujah (my favorite fob song ever ever)

folie a deux-west coast smoker (i mean…come on like a sugar cube but with a kick in the head like putting wings on lead)

save rock and roll- rat a tat (this one was hard and i came to this controversial conclusion bc “as alone as a little white church in the middle of the desert getting burned” just lives in my head)

ab/ap-fourth of july (because i am always always thinking about son lux lost it to trying)

mania- wilson (i was gonna say something that would solve all our problems but then i got drunk and i forgot what i was talking about. story of my life.)

nobody asked for the commentary but i love to share my reasonings that nobody but me even cares about <3333 anyways i tag @amelies @twinkskeletons @champagneformyrealfriends @othersideoftheapocalypse and anybody else that wants to play 🖤✨🤍

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Tired of asking for help and just getting fobbed off and told “well everyone’s struggling at the minute because of the lockdown” I’m very close to giving up