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vodika-vibes · 2 months

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Love your writing

I was wondering if you could write a Vau daughter x one of Kal Null boys maybe ordo or mereel because the family functions wouldn't function

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Summary: You’re the long estranged niece of Walon Vau, your father having cut him out of his life, and yours, after his carelessness caused you to lose a leg. However, when you graduate medical school, Kal Skirata reaches out to you to offer you a job, and you, happily, take the chance.

Pairing: Ordo Skirata x F!Reader

Word Count: 1237

Warnings: None

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A/N: Sorry this took so long! I hope it's close to what you wanted. I already had an idea for a Vau daughter as a character, I just had no ideas to write her, so I put her here. Also, I was listening to the Hamilton Soundtrack when I wrote this, hence the title.

“Welcome to my humble home,” Kal Skirata greets you with a kind smile, his eyes crinkling at the corners as you step down the ramp and over to him, “I’m glad you agreed to take the position.”

You shrug, “Mother and Father were irate. They’re rather done with Mandalorians, I’m afraid.”

“Well, that’s understandable, given the situation.”

“True. As it happens, I have no interest in seeing my uncle, so-”

“He’s not here. And I haven’t told him that I hired you.”

A bright smile crosses your face, “Then there shouldn’t be a problem. You said you had a situation that you were hoping that I would be able to fix? On top of being a proper doctor for your sons?”

“Exactly so,” Kal motions for you to walk with him, “How much do you know about the boys I adopted?”

“Not much,” You say as you easily fall into step with him, “Other than the fact that they’re clones of Jango Fett.”

“They are,” He leads you through the base, “They have sped up aging, which means, as a whole, they have maybe twenty years before they start dying of old age.”

“Well, I can understand why you want that fixed.” You murmur thoughtfully, “I don’t suppose you have any information from Kamino-?”

Kal chuckles, “If I had that I wouldn’t need you, would I?”

You sigh, “Well, there was no harm in asking, I suppose.”

Kal leads you to a door, “Here we are. Your suite. And your lab is just down the hall.” He hands you a keycard, and you wave it in front of the lock, allowing the door to slide open.

The suite is large, with a full kitchen and a separate bedroom, looking more like an apartment than anything else. It’s not decorated, but you can work with that. You’ll order some paint and make it yours, when you have some free time.

“Is there anything you need?”

You set your bag on the coffee table, “Can I see my lab?”

“You don’t want to get settled?”

“Well, I have to wait for my stuff to get delivered anyway, so I might as well take a look at what I have to work with.” You reply with a shrug.

“Of course, follow me.” Kal leads you down the hall and to the lab, and you scan the room with an expert eye. Large, open, clean.

Yes. You can work with this.

There’s a man on the other side of the room, setting up a computer. “Ah,” Kal smiles and guides you over to him, “This is one of my sons.” He says to you, “Ordo, meet the new doctor.” Kal introduces you by name, and you’re not surprised at the way Ordo’s face twitches when he hears your surname.

“Walon Vau is my father’s older brother,” You explain as you scan his face, your head tilted to the side, “It’s uncanny. When you said clones, I thought that they just used Fett as a template and randomized his DNA, not actual duplicates.”

“That is what ‘clone’ means, ad’ika.” Kal replies, amused, and you wave his comments away.

“If I recall correctly, Jango Fett was predisposed to asthma-”

“That’s not a concern. All of the Clones were genetically altered so that they don’t have to worry about that kind of stuff.” Kal replies.

You fold your arms, “Well, that’s going to make my life so much more difficult.” You tilt your head back and think for a moment, “No matter, I’ll make it work.”

Ordo frowns at you, “I suppose, since you’re here, we’ll be getting more visits by Vau.”

“Well, if he shows up, feel free to shoot him…or whatever.” You say dismissively, “He’s not allowed near me. Legally speaking.” You wander off to look at your new toys, “Ah, I almost forgot,” You turn to look at Kal, “My leg isn’t going to be a problem, is it? I’m testing a prototype prosthetic for the next couple of months.”

“It won’t be a problem,” Kal says.

“Grand.” You turn your gaze back to the lab, “This looks great, actually. It’s kind of big, for one person, but If I need to use my chair for whatever reason, there will be plenty of room.”

“Great,” Kal walks over to you, “Do you need anything else?”

“...blood samples. From every clone on base.” You pause, “And everyone else.”

He narrows his eyes at you, “Why?”

“Comparisons. Unless you have a vial of Jango Fett’s unaltered blood on hand?”

“...I do not.”

“I didn’t think so.” You smile at him, “So…blood. From everyone.”

Kal sighs, “Yes ma’am.”

It’s been a year since you’ve started working for Kal Skirata, and, all things considered, you don’t have a bad life.

You’re busy, sure.

But your work is important, and, all things considered, you love it.

You glance to the side as the door to your lab slides open, and Ordo steps into the room.

“Still working, mesh’la?”

“Always,” You spin your stool so you’re facing him, “What brings you to my humble lab, Ordo?”

Ordo eyes one of your machines, which is covered in rubber ducks, “Humble. Right.”

“Hey! The machine won’t work unless the ducks are all there.” You say with a defensive frown.

Ordo shoots you an amused look, “Of course it won’t.” He crosses the room to your side, “I’m here, mesh’la, because someone decided to skip lunch.”

“...it’s only…”

“Dinner starts in 30 minutes.”

“...ah.” You pause, “In my defense, I thought I was onto something.”

“You’ve already cured the enhanced aging.” Ordo replies as he prods you to your feet with gentle touches.

“Well…yes. But! I could cure it better!” You say.

Ordo circles you and tugs your lab coat off, before he tosses it over your desk, “You’re not curing anything until you eat. Come on.”

“But…but…Ordo!”

“Don’t you ‘but Ordo’ me. You, little miss, passed out three weeks ago because you forgot to eat four meals in a row.” Ordo says, “Which means you now have a babysitter, in the form of me.”

“...I don’t remember that.”

“Yeah. Because you were unconscious.” He lightly pushes you out of the lab, and you turn so you’re walking backwards, and his hands land on your shoulders, “Mesh’la-”

“Does this mean that we’re going on a dinner date?” You ask, with a bright grin.

Ordo laughs, “You are relentless about going on a date with me, aren’t you?”

You grin at him, unrepentantly.

He leans in, “If it’ll get you to eat, Mesh’la, then yes. We can call this a date. Though, neither of our families will approve.”

“I don’t care about what my family thinks. And your family likes me well enough.” You counter, “And, I love you, so-”

Ordo averts his gaze, “How you can say that so easily-”

“Because it’s true!”

“I believe you.” Ordo looks at you again, and smiles softly before he kisses your forehead, “I…” He pauses, “I care about you too.”

You grin at him, and pop up on your toes to kiss his jaw, “So. Dinner? I have nice pasta in my suite that I can make while we watch a movie?”

Ordo presses his hands against your cheeks and squishes them, “You’re impossible. You’re lucky you’re cute.”

You beam at him.

“Yes, fine. But I want some of that cheesy bread you made last week, if I have to eat pasta.”

“Deal!”

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wizardofrozz · 7 months

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Learning to Trust

Ordo Skirata x reader, mention of Mereel and Kal Skirata

Word Count: 1.1k

Warnings: swearing, mention of war, mostly just fluff

A/N: I got punched in the face with this idea and amazed myself with how fast I wrote it lmao hope you enjoy! ❤️

jagyc’kovid: dickhead

shabuir: motherfucker

It was peaceful. The gentle undercurrent of the water rocked the Aay’han, reminding you of a mother rocking her newborn. The co-pilot seat wasn’t the most comfortable but if you sat at an angle, your feet resting on the control panel, you could let your muscles relax enough that you could possibly nap. Your eyes followed the bright, glimmering aquatic life that swam past, watching them shimmer in the sunlight that streamed through the water. The Aay’han was floating off the coast of the capital city, waiting for Sergeant Skirata and Mereel to com for a pickup.

You had been undercover for the Republic for…a long time, gathering intel about the manufacturing of Separatist droids. Life had been fairly normal, well as normal as it could be for a Republic spy until a certain Mandalorian and his small squad of clones came crashing through your front door. Literally. You glanced at the pilot’s chair, the corner of your lips lifting.

Ordo was stretched out in the chair beside you, his long legs crossed at the ankles. His arms were folded over his chest, his head tipped forward until his chin nearly touched his chest. His empty Mandalorian helmet sat on the floor beside his chair and every once in a while, you could hear faint, staticky voices floating from inside. The muted shimmer of the water threw a faint glow over his face; Ordo looked peaceful, his usually tense expression slack, his eyes closed.

He was sleeping. You muffled a chuckle against the back of your hand, carefully lowering your feet to the floor. The co-pilot chair groaned as you stood and you paused, half-standing, to dart your eyes back towards Ordo. He huffed heavily through his nose but otherwise didn’t move.

It took a few minutes of rustling through cabinets as quietly as possible, having to stop a few times when you made too much noise before you finally found a blanket. It smelled a bit musty but it would do. You unfolded it on your back to the cockpit, smirking at Ordo’s sleeping form before you carefully draped the blanket over him. He shifted lazily, his brow wrinkling for a moment and you stood a little straighter and held your breath. Ordo’s lashes fluttered, his dark glassy eyes taking a moment to focus but they quickly lifted to where you stood over him.

“Sorry to wake you,” you murmured with an apologetic smile.

“Wasn’t sleepin’,” Ordo grumbled, dragging himself into a sitting position. The furrow between his brows deepened as he looked down at the blanket pooling in his lap. There was an odd look on his face, one you had seen occasionally in the time you’d spent with him. The innocent, almost confused expression always made your heart ache and it was even worse when he tilted his head back to look up at you.

“I thought you’d be more uncomfortable,” you explained, gesturing to the blanket as you leaned against the back of his chair. Ordo nodded slowly, absently rubbing the fabric between his gloved fingers. “You can try and go back to sleep if you’d like.”

Ordo somehow looked more tense than usual for a moment, before dropping his eyes to the blanket again. “Alright.” For some reason, it surprised you; accidentally falling asleep was one thing but this showed that he trusted you enough to willingly let himself rest.

“Hm, you must really trust me,” you teased. Ordo turned in his chair again and you were suddenly aware of how close he was, his face close enough that you could see the faint freckles on his cheeks. Ordo was always intense but the way he looked at you, bright brown eyes smoldering, made your stomach somersault.

“I do.” He spoke softly like it was a secret but there was no uncertainty in his voice. Your breath caught when he smiled, crooked and boyish, disarmingly charming without even trying. Sometimes you wondered if he was aware of it but based on some of the more…awkward encounters you’d had with him, you were pretty sure it was natural.

“Thank you,” you whispered, meaning it wholeheartedly. Ordo’s smile started to fade but you didn’t miss the way his eyes darted down to your mouth, his tongue poking out to wet his lips before he forced his gaze elsewhere. He cleared his throat quietly and when his eyes found yours again you caught the muted anxiety that flashed across his face.

You had no idea where the confidence came from that had you leaning down, bringing your face even closer to his. Ordo tensed but didn’t pull away, letting the strained silence linger. A shiver zipped up your spine when he tilted his head slowly, his eyes darting between your eyes and your lips. He paused, leaving almost no space between you and him and you could feel his slow, rhythmic breathing against your chin.

“Can I?” he asked softly.

“Please.”

A soft gasp filled the air when he closed the space and you weren’t sure if you made the sound or if he had. The kiss was hesitant, neither of you moving for a moment until one of his large hands closed around your bicep and you melted against him, sighing through your nose. It was clear Ordo didn’t have much experience but he didn’t seem to mind following your lead. He inhaled sharply when your tongue swept over his bottom lip but he quickly caught on, parting his lips.

The low groan from deep in his chest made you shiver, a hand coming to cup the back of his head, your fingers threading through his soft curls.

“Ord’ika? You read me?” You and Ordo jumped so hard at the familiar voice that your heads knocked together, each of you quickly reaching up to rub the now-aching spot. Ordo growled through clenched teeth, twisting around to punch a button on the control panel; despite the pain blooming across your forehead, you barely stifled a laugh.

“What?” he snapped, glaring at the blue hologram that popped up. Mereel tilted his head, arching a brow but there was the hint of a smirk on his face.

“What’d you do to your head?”

“None of your business, jagyc’kovid. What d’ya want?”

“Pickup would be nice,” Mereel sighed with a shrug. He glanced over his shoulder with a badly hidden smirk and winked at who you assumed was Kal.

“Send coordinates,” Ordo grumbled, ending the call without letting Mereel respond. “Shabuir.”

You giggled, biting your lip when Ordo threw a narrow-eyed look in your direction. “Come on, let’s go get them.”

“Should leave 'em,” Ordo huffed, rubbing his forehead one last time before dropping his hands to the panel again and starting the flight sequence. The smile that spread across your face was fonder than you thought possible and you leaned down, pressing a lingering kiss on his cheek. You settled into the co-pilot chair, glancing over at him again with a smirk.

Ordo refused to look at you but there was no denying that his cheeks were a little redder than before.

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wanderinginksplot · 9 months

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Voices Carry

The Null ARC troopers have heard a rumor - a Republic senator claims to have inside information about clone trooper genetic material. When they decide it's worth investigating, Mereel offers to slice the data during a simple comm call with the senator.

The mission doesn't offer much of a challenge... or so he thought. Mereel hadn't counted on a stalwart and unyielding senatorial assistant foiling his every effort.

Mereel Skirata x fem!reader

Rating: G (for now - rating WILL change)

Word Count: 800

Warnings: plans of attempted espionage

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Part One

“But does he actually have anything?”

It was the question that had dominated the last hour, and the conversation was starting to circle.

“The only way we can be sure is to check for ourselves,” Mereel decreed.

“Why would some boracyk Senator from a backwater planet have information about the kaminii gene cloning program?” Jaing asked.

It wasn’t the first time he had asked it. What was more, Jaing’s perfect memory meant he knew he had asked the question before and Mereel was getting tired of giving the same answer.

But he did it anyway. “Because it’s a weird lead. It’s weird that he said it in the first place. But Julgum is a karkin’ Senator. I can get through his entire library of information in less time than we’ve been talking about it. All I need is access to his office’s mainframe.”

All of this had started when Prudii had uncovered an interview aired on a fringe news source, featuring the senator from Farrfin. Senator Julgum wasn’t a popular man, mostly because of his unique and unpopular views. But Farrfin was notoriously corrupt and the general opinion was that his money had bought more votes than any of his politics had.

But the Null troopers didn’t care about politics - except maybe Ordo, who seemed to thrive on useless information. No, their only interest in Senator Julgum stemmed from the point in the interview when he said that the galaxy should be wary of clone troopers.

“I’ve received some information about the genes that the Kaminoans used,” he had claimed. “It all seems fine from the outside, but when you start to dig a little deeper… Well, let’s just say that I won’t be rushing to sign any clone rights bills into law until I figure out how far the problems run.”

The Nulls were split evenly between the two sides: Ordo, Jaing, and A’den thought it was a waste of time. Kom’rk, Prudii, and Mereel thought it was worth following up on.

There was only one thing for it: Mereel looked over at where the figure of Kal Skirata stood, pondering the arguments in silence. “What do you think, Kal’buir?”

Silence settled over the Nulls as their adoptive father figure considered his answer. Whatever Kal Skirata decided, the group would do. That was the way it had always been, and he had never steered them in the wrong direction. Well, he had, but he always took any failures harder than the Nulls themselves did.

“Mereel is right,” he said eventually, and Mereel felt a fierce pride spike through his chest at the implied praise. “It’s a lead, and we should follow up on any of those that come our way. Mer’ika, it won’t take you long to get into the Senator’s system, will it?”

“Not at all,” Mereel assured. “In and out in a few minutes at most. Then another day to sift through the data.”

“I think it’s a chance worth taking,” Kal said, glancing at the men around the room. Some were physically present, some were holographic, and all were watching him with the typical intensity born of being raised on the actively-hostile Kamino. “But I’m willing to hear arguments.”

“No, Kal’buir,” A’den refused. “If you think we should check it out, we will. Go for it, Mereel.”

Mereel flashed a grin, brimming with his typical confidence. “If the good senator has any real information, we’ll have it before the end of the week.”

Yes, confidence was never an issue with Mereel, but he would be the first to admit that accessing Julgum’s system was more difficult than anyone had expected.

The nearest he could figure was that the jetii had fixed up the network in Julgum’s office for him. Mereel would need the key code to access the network itself. Normally, that wasn’t much of a deterrent, but tracking down a key code took time. And this code in particular reset every few hours on an ever-changing time interval.

Mereel was one of the better slicers in the galaxy, but even he had some limits. The effort it would take to access the senator’s office network just didn’t make sense, especially when the Nulls were working on a time limit. Even a slice code took time to construct, especially if the user wanted to keep anyone from knowing that the system had been breached.

Fortunately, there was a way around either necessity: he could contact the senator directly. If Mereel’s comlink was patched through to the senator himself, he would be able to access the mainframe and pull any (or all) information from the system without being detected and without spending weeks working on a functional slice code.

All he had to do was call.

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Author's Note - Thank you for giving this fic a chance! Since it's shorter than my typical chapters (by a lot), I'm posting the second chapter today as well. Feel free to check it out if you enjoyed this one!

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hellhound5925 · 11 months

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I'm going to post my fanfic here because I want people to read it and give me feed back 😊 I'm not a great writer bit I figured I'd give it a shot. All of you who have written have inspired me.

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Cyare Verd *Beloved Warrior*

This is going to be a female oc x the good captain rex (CT-7567). I am not going to follow the clone wars tv show but make it my own. Criticism is welcome. Anything written in italics are going to be thoughts. I am currently undecided if I will go with a view point at any time other than the reader/my OC, but if that changes I will make a note. Also there will be lots of Mando'a thrown into there but I will provide a translation (I can't stand reading it when you have no clue what it means, so I promise I will not do that to you). The website I will be using I will link under this description. Also anything in italics is a thought.

Also I highly recommend the republic commando books by Karen Traviss. Some of the characters I slide in here are from her books (Ordo, Mereel, Kal Skirata).

I do not own the right to them or any of the Starwars characters.

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clonewarslover55 · 3 years

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I feel like there’s not enough kal fics, so any fic about him would be great. He and the reader spending a day together maybe?

Spending the day with Kal Skirata

Kal X Reader //Fluff//

Absolutely!!! I loved this request. Kal definitely deserves more content. He was the first DILF to appear in the repcomm books after all……

Notes: May contain spoilers for the final Repcomm novels! So beware! Also I’m making an established relationship where kal and the reader have been together for a while; so Kal’s sons see the reader as their other parent

(Also in a universe where Kal and Darman don’t hate one another because Kal told Darman about Etain being pregnant. So Omega Squad is there and OKAY!!)

Warnings: Established relationship, reader is gender neutral, Kal and his kids are Mando’a but it isn’t specified if reader is; so it’s up to you

Kal was always an early riser, some days he was even up before the sun. Like today. He stood outside of Kyrimorut, watching as the sun of Mandalore rose. You smiled as you walked up behind him.

You knew Kal heard you coming, he just didn’t say anything. You hugged him from behind, resting your head on his shoulder. “Good morning Cyar’ika.” He spoke quietly, his voice a soft rumble.

You hummed a reply, pressing a kiss to his slightly scruffy five o’clock shadow. Both of you stood there in silence as the sun rose, the golden glow coating the land surrounding Kyrimorut.

“You know….” Kal spoke, looking at you from the corner of his striking blue eyes. “We haven’t had a day to ourselves in ages.” You grinned at his words, he was right. “You’re right!”

He turned around, his hands now on your hips. “I love our boys…...But let's go do something. Without them for once.” You laughed at his words, nodding in agreement. “Of course! We’ll have to make it up to them later though….We know they’ll get mad.” Kal only huffed at that.

You leaned back into his touch, resting your head on his shoulder once again. He gently swayed both of you back and forth, humming in your ear. “We should go to that small hole in a wall diner in town….” You muttered, “The one with the really good food.” Kal nodded, his stomach grumbling on que.

“Then what, my Cyare?” You shrugged, “Lets wing it and find out?” Kal smiled at that, he loved the sound of that.

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*Keldabe, a few hours later*

After some killer breakfast you went for a stroll in the market area with your Mandalorian lover. You picked up some essentials you needed back at the big house along the way of course.

“We should get the boys some sweets while we’re here.” Kal sighed at your words, “You spoil them.” You busted out laughing, “And you don’t?!” You began laughing harder, Kal glaring daggers at you.

“Ah shut up. Give an old man some sympathy, Cyare!” You continued to laugh, Kal holding your arm in his. He was holding you up at this point, your laughing fit coming to a stop.

“Okay okay.” You grinned at Kal, “I’m done. Sorry.” Kal only rolled his eyes, snorting. You grinned, pressing a kiss to his cheek. Kal couldn’t keep the frown on his face after the kiss.

“Come on ‘old man!’ We got some shopping to do!” Kal shook his head at your words, a grin still pulling at his lips. You grinned back at him, leading the way through the crowd.

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*Kyrimorut, a few hours later.*

You and Kal dropped the two large bags of sweets off in the kitchen before heading outside once again. You two decided to take a walk in the forest that surrounded Kyrimorut; Kal, of course, armed just in case.

You two were lucky to get outside into the woods without a certain Strill following.

As you walked your hands were intertwined, Kal’s rough calloused hand bringing you comfort. Oh how you loved your old Mando…..You and Kal talked the whole way, mainly about your large family. Like how Kad was growing up so fast and how you two were expecting a new grandchild or two.

Right before the sun set you two made your way back to the house so you could watch the sunset in the same place as the sunrise. It was your ritual with Kal, watching the sunrise and sunset in the same place.

He sat down on the grass, you between his legs with your back against his broad chest. “What a great day.” Kal pressed a kiss to the top of your head, “Yeah.”

Once nightfall came you two went inside, greeted by a room full of clones. All of your sons sat there, Darman was even there with Kad in his lap.

Corr was the first out of the group of sons to speak. “In thanks for the sweets I-” He yelped when Prudii and Niner slapped the back of his head, “I mean WE made dinner for you two love birds!”

You and Kal grinned widely. “Thank you boys!” You spoke, pulling the closest one in for a hug. The others quickly joined, wrapping Kal and yourself in one giant clone group hug.

You couldn’t ask for a better way to finish an incredible day.

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crimson-dxwn · 3 years

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At Odds Chapter 5

Summary: Kal gets the shock of a lifetime, Mij Gilamar breaks HIPAA, and Mereel Skirata is serious for once. Ori considers her choices.

Warnings: Mando profanity, pregnancy, SPOILERS for Republic Commando books (all but the last one)

Words: enough (trying not to measure my writing by how many words I can get down on a page these days)

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Keldabe, Northern Mandalore

Imperial Garrison

Summer, 18 BBY

They leave her in a sparse cell. The Empire, ever prepared it seems, has plenty of the tiny rooms built into the west wing of their new garrison. The troopers leave her to her thoughts with no inkling of how long she’ll be imprisoned here. The officer was just some pumped-up kid, there was no way any charges would stick. She was sure those trooper helmets had cameras, too. They’d be able to prove she was innocent. Or someone would find her first - Mij would notice when she didn’t show up for her shift.

The room is large enough for her to pace three steps in each direction, just enough to fit a cot, latrine, and a small sink. And a poorly hidden camera in the upper corner near the door. Her cheekbone throbs and Ori uses the minuscule sink to splash water on the area. It’s lukewarm and does a poor job. But it’s something to do, to focus on instead of the pure panic that she can feel rising from her gut. She’s trapped here. Her comm is gone. She rubs below the cut where she can feel dried blood and the water runs rusty with it.

A knock booms at the door and she flinches, sending a jolt of pain through her face. A sleek- looking droid enters and makes its way towards her.

“I am PH-1477, here to process you into the Imperial prison system. Cooperate and no disciplinary action will be necessary.”

Still dazed, she nods and the droid seems to accept it as an affirmative answer. Her right arm is yanked out in front of her and she feels a prick of pain before she can even register what’s happening. A blue light scans her palms and fingers for prints. Then a full body scan. She gives her full name. And then the droid glides out of the room and she’s left with her thoughts once again. Despite the throb that has migrated from her cheek to the side of her head, Ori decides to try and get some rest, finding that in spite of everything she’s absolutely exhausted. It must be the come-down from the adrenaline.

How could this morning feel so long ago? In the course of twelve hours she’d nearly gotten herself arrested twice, succeeded once, thrown up, passed out and broken quite possibly more than one bone in her face. The worst part about her day is that through the durasteel door, she can hear more cell doors opening and closing and bodies hitting walls, and bodies hitting other bodies. Jumbled words and sounds bounce off the durasteel and into her cell as she finally drifts off into fitful sleep.

She’s small again, that she knows from memory. It’s dark out, and cold. Her hands, even tucked in the fur-lined mittens her mother had given her, are stiff with it. Orla is five, and it’s Munin Ca - Long Night to the aruetii. Her favorite Mandalorian holiday. It’s so cold that the snow under her boots practically squeaks, but it means that the sky is clear and every star in the sky glitters when she lays on her back with her friends making angels in the snow.

Around the fire they tell stories about friends and family who have passed on in the last year. Her buir talks about her ba’buir, his father. Asa Beviin. She’s in her mama’s lap, trying to cry as silently as possible because she misses her ba’buir, so much it hurts. Ori is old enough to understand now that she’ll never see him again. Mama gives her a few sips of her shig and she feels better when her buir tells stories about ba’buir that make the people around them laugh. It hurts a little less knowing that other people miss him too.

Ori is so warm and sleepy from being near the fire, and she tries so hard to keep her eyes open. She’s on ba’buir’s lap now - Asa’s wife - and she carries Ori to their tent to tuck her in. Ba’buir smells like campfire and berry-scented shig and hugs her close to her chest until she falls into a deep sleep.

Finally she wakes, body stiff from lying on the narrow hard cot for what feels like hours. The dream that should have comforted her has only set her off kilter emotionally. She’s ashamed that despair has set in so quickly. But the Empire had shown so far that it was efficient, ruthlessly so, and there wasn’t any guarantee - at least that she was aware of - of a fair trial, let alone a trial at all. They could stand her up against a wall and slot her and nobody would be the wiser. Consuming nausea interrupts her spiraling thoughts as she sits up, barely making it to the commode before she’s retching up pure stomach acid. Her body is rebelling against an empty stomach, she knows, but there’s nothing to fix the problem. She dry heaves.

Paralyzed on the floor, she breathes slowly in and out through her nose. Someone will find her. Mij will know something is wrong and Kal...Kal can find anyone. Or at least that was the rumor around the karyai when she visited. He has a dozen or so ARCs and commandos at his disposal on any given day - the most elite soldiers in the galaxy, trained by one of the most dangerous mercenaries Mandalore has ever produced. They will find her.

———

Keldabe Med Center

Keldabe, Northern Mandalore

Summer, 18 BBY

Kal hurries through the med center doors, careful to check the filters in his helmet before he starts his search for Mij. The chakaar had summoned him down to the med center again, as if he didn’t have enough on his plate. He loved the man like a brother, but damn if he couldn’t have told him whatever it was that was so kriffing urgent two days ago when he was last in town. It makes him twitchy to be out in the open these days, with the Empire openly flaunting what amounts to biological warfare, and with a bounty still on his head.

With the doc going absolutely off the wall on those troopers the other day, he hopes she’s feeling a bit more stable today. He understands. After weeks and weeks of fighting, a little frustration can send you over the edge. She’d had the exact same look in her eye he’d seen a hundred times. Even in his boys. The human body has break points and she’d obviously hit one. Kal doesn’t judge - he’s been there. Thinking back to what was now over a year ago - watching Etain slaughtered in front of Darman - he’d lost it. They were human, and it was only natural.

“Kal!” Mij flags him down in the atrium of the center. The man somehow looks even more haggard than the last time they’d met; he looked like his last meal was weeks ago. And even more concerning, Kal sees panic in the man’s eyes. Not even on Kamino had he seen Doc Gilamar this bad.

“Mij. What the kriff is going on?” The doctor runs his hand over his face, smoothing the lines there briefly before they etched themselves back around his sunken eyes. The bottom half is covered by a mask, like all the staff here. Kal notices the skin above the edge is rubbed raw.

“Have you heard from Dr. Beviin?” He hasn’t. Not since she’d made a spectacle of herself and passed out in the atrium a few days ago. “She didn’t show up for her shift this morning.”

“You could’ve called me with this Mij,” he replies, “I haven’t seen or heard from her for three days.”

“She’s not on a house call at Kyrimorut?”

“No...” Kal was not about to let Mij’s sense of panic bleed into him.

“She’s not one to skip shifts.” Kal’s friend sits in a chair by a room, taking a break from his anxious pacing. There’s blood spray on the top of his scrubs and his neck. “Shab.”

“Spit it out, Gilamar. You look like you need a fucking break. She probably just overslept.” Mij glares daggers at him. They both know she didn’t oversleep. His friend looks like a ghost of himself.

“Fine. You want me to check in on her?” The doc sags with relief in his chair.

“Please...Kal...I shouldn’t even be telling you this but...” Again he runs his hand down his face, rubs at his bloodshot eyes. “You’d find out sooner or later.”

He waits expectantly.

“She’s pregnant.” His stomach drops. Mij’s head is in his hands.

“And you let her work in this?” Dread is rising with his ire. He considers the chaos around them, the spatter on Mij’s scrubs. He doesn’t want to be angry with his friend but is finding it difficult.

“She didn’t disclose it on her forms, I had no idea until the other day. It came back in her bloodwork.” Shab. “She might not have even known.”

That was bantha shit if he’s ever heard it. The woman was on top of everything. In what universe could she not know? He thinks back to watching her sleep, the exhaustion on her features, how her eyes widened when she’d checked her datapad...kriff.

“How far along?” Mij looks up from the cradle of his hands, puzzled.

“Why does that…”

“Just tell me.” The doctor’s eyes narrow. Exhausted as he is, not much gets past the old sargeant.

“Ten weeks.”

Kal’s never been as quick as his boys at figures, not even when they were small. But he’s always accurate. He is already putting a plan in place to find her. Not that it mattered whose kid it was, but his boys had been picking up whispers. Whispers he didn’t like about what the Empire had been getting up to on Mandalore. Mandoade were dying in droves these days and Kal was not about to let doc become one of them.

In all likelihood she was at home, exhausted, and had slept through an alarm. For now at least, he keeps his temper in check. No use getting worked up over nothing.

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Keldabe, Northern Mandalore

Imperial Garrison

Summer, 18 BBY

1 Day later

Durasteel cuffs shine around her wrists in front of her as more troopers usher them to the transport. It has a Mining Guild insignia on the side, and Ori looks for any other identifying marks as a clue to where the Empire is taking them. Nothing.

The stormtrooper wearing a pauldron near the front of the line holds a hand up to his helmet, receiving a transmission. The line of prisoners backs up as he holds up a gloved hand. Distracted, she bumps into the warm body in front of her.

“Halt.”

Chatter is audible through helmets, but nothing clear as the sergeant walks down the line, scanning the prisoners’ arm bands. He stops at her and Ori’s heart drops. He nods at his counterpart. The trooper to her right grasps her upper arm and escorts her away from the silent line of her brothers and sisters. Stripped of their armor, they look naked, ordinary. But not afraid. Never afraid. Armor doesn’t make a Mandalorian, no matter what the Empire may think. She can feel their eyes on her as she’s led away. One of the men speaks up for her and gets a rifle butt to the mouth for his trouble.

Either they’re going to execute me or they know.

When the droid initially processed her, it took a little blood, just a drop. To confirm her identity, she presumed. She hadn’t put up too much of a fight, to do otherwise would have drawn suspicion, but it was obvious they’d run other tests.

The troopers place her back in her cell, where she sits, heart racing for only a few minutes before an Imperial officer enters. This one isn’t familiar to her, at least from the few days she’s been in the cell.

“I suppose congratulations are in order, ma’am.”

“I don’t know what you’re talking about.” Her tone is too defensive, and she can tell he isn’t fooled.

“Forgive me, I’d assumed considering your former profession that you would know.”

Former profession? So they do know. Well, it’s not getting slotted against a wall. Though by the sounds she’s heard outside her cell the past few days, the Empire doesn’t shy away from more physical methods of information extraction. She also suspects that the walls were made thin for a reason.

“We’re not savages, my dear. You’re being transferred somewhere more suitable.”

With that, he leaves and two troopers step in, and they usher her out a back door to a smaller unmarked transport. She knows that being taken to a second location is going to make her chances of being found vanishingly small, and she tries futilely to resist the hands that push her forwards, sure that they won’t shoot her, now that she so obviously has something they want.

The ship is small, enough to fit the two troopers and herself without much other cargo space, barely a light freighter, if that. She can smell the oil they use to lubricate the joints and machine parts in the engine, acrid, almost smokey.

When she arrives at her destination some hours later, she’s handed a uniform of a sort, more something she would imagine one would wear at a spa, the type that uppity Coruscantis frequent, with hot stone massages and steam rooms and manicurists. Not that she’d know, having never been to one.

It’s a tunic and trousers made of a soft, wicking fabric in a pale celadon. The top is short-sleeved and wraps with ties at the side, hem hitting at the tops of her thighs, while the pants are loosely cut. She slips the separates over the plain white basics they give her. The fabric slips easily between her fingers as she rubs at it.

Her brain is flying in a million directions as to where she is and why she is here. The options range from concerning to terrifying. They’d definitely been in hyperspace, but she couldn’t tell exactly how long they’d been traveling. They could be on Coruscant for all she knows. Whispers have been floating around Keldabe about various work camps where prisoners were sent and never heard from again. Mostly she’s heard about mining guild outposts, but nothing like where she is now. What kind of sick outfit are they run-

The matron raps at the door, signaling that her time to change is up and she exits, arms wrapped around herself defensively, shoulders hunched inwards. The woman looks her up and down, apparently satisfied with her appearance. With a cock of her head, the woman motions for Ori to follow her, ushering her into a bland office space where another woman sits in front of a large datapad. She’s wearing a crisper, piped version of her own spa-ready garments in varying shades of blue. A hand pushes at her shoulder and she sits clumsily.

“Planet of birth?” the woman queries. Orla pauses at her directness.

There isn’t really any benefit to lying. They know who she is, and asking questions about her origins is likely a formality designed to lull her into submitting to questions that they really wanted to know the answers to. Truly, she wasn’t sure exactly what these people thought they were going to learn from her. She knows about the vaccine, sure, but she’d already revealed that. It’s possible they think she knows more.

“Mandalore.”

The woman taps twice on a datapad with her stylus.

“Age?”

“Thirty two.”

Two more taps.

“Any medical conditions?” The woman before her smiles mildly. Ori resists the urge to spit in her perfect face before she can figure out where hell she is.

“That’s not really any of your business.”

“I’m afraid it is,” she retorts, not offering any more explanation.

“None,” Ori bites out, “Where am I?”

“You’re in a rehabilitation center-”

“-but I’m not sick.” Her interruption irritates the placid-faced woman, Ori can tell by a flicker in her eyes and a brief downturn of her lips. Maybe trying the woman’s patience the first day in this dump was ill-advised. But she just felt helpless. Trapped.

“You’re in a rehabilitation center for wayward citizens of the Empire-”

Tired of milk-faced woman’s run-around,she interrupts again. “Why don’t you get to the kriffing point, hutuun?”

She pauses, even more annoyed than before, but keeps her composure. The nametag she wears on her left chest says Technician.

“You committed treason, Ms. Beviin. But your Empire is sensitive to your condition. Sending you to work for the mining guild would be a waste. In your condition, you’d last even less time than the weakest prisoner there. But you can be useful to the Empire in other ways.”

Useful…

“It so happens that many obedient Imperial citizens desire children of their own and are unable to conceive. And with your sordid political history, it would be remiss of us to let your child grow up in such a dangerous home.”

Ori blanches.

“Not to mention your rumored association with the traitor Skirata and his adopted brood. You did ask me to speak plainly, Ms. Beviin.”

“I did.” Her voice comes out as wan as she feels.

“From what I understand, children of Mandalorian parents are quite sought after.” She gives a slight laugh, almost girlish. “Though one would think there would be more of them given your people’s penchant for...” she pauses, searching for the right words, “- loose morality.”

Her tiny bit of courage that she has mustered deflates to nothing. Her tone is light but there is avarice in the technician’s pale blue eyes.

“Now, shall we continue?” All Ori can do is nod weakly. Stealing children. How many of her vode are in this place?

“Nationality of the father?” She shakes her head, unwilling to reveal more. Teeth dig into her lower lip to stop the emotions that rise up. This is insane, it can’t be real.

“It would be to your benefit for you to cooperate with me,” she tuts, “The more we know, the better the placement for your child. Who knows, we may find a place with one of your more loyal countrymen. If you’re especially well-behaved.”

“Mandalorian,” she whispers, “he’s Mandalorian.”

“Good,” the woman praises. Her unnerving pale eyes flick greedily down to her flat abdomen and she quickly moves her top to obscure the area, oddly protective of something that wasn’t even visible yet.

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Keldabe City Center

Keldabe, Northern Mandalore

Summer, 18 BBY

Her apartment is empty. The sheets on the bed are rumpled but clean, and a glass of stale water sits on the night table beside it, next to a half eaten ration bar. There’s no smashed glass, no valuables taken, though Kal notes that the place is sparse, even for a Mandalorian - he’s not sure he’d find valuables even if he looked. The only personal touches he finds are a small Jonah wood figurine and a plain metal band.

The door had been securely locked when he entered. For all intents and purposes she’d gone to work as usual. Normally he’d be comforted, but his findings rankle his instincts. He’s consciously not letting himself think about the fact that he’s most likely going to be a father again. If he starts on that train of thought he’s not going to be able to think clearly anymore. Before he starts to lose it he comms Mereel. He hasn’t felt this way since Etain, since when Ruu was missing. He hates laying his problems on his boys, but there are certain things he can’t do himself.

Mereel picks up on the second ring.

“Buir?”

“Son, I need you to track someone down for me.”

“Sure thing. Who ya got?”

“I need you to check arrest records in Keldabe.” Kal sits at the small dining table, running his hands through his cropped hair, feeling his agitation rise.

“-Jaing get himself into trouble again?”

“Doc Beviin. Mij says she didn’t show up to work this morning.”

There’s silence on the other end as Mereel takes in his request. It’s a bizarre one, he knows, but if there’s anyone that can find a trail on someone it’s his ad’ike. The line quiets as Mereel works. He’s still holding the figurine from Orla’s dresser, worrying it between his hands, smoothing his thumbs over the polished wood. Everything is going up in flames. Somehow it seemed like just weeks ago that he had grand plans for his aliit escaping a Republic that was rotting from the inside out, when in reality it has been much longer.

He waits an hour for Mereel to call back, sitting, sweating alone in her apartment, paralyzed by the thoughts running through his head. Waiting for a call from Mij that she had showed up to work, that she’d stopped for a caf on the way and been waylaid somehow. He lies to himself for a minute or so and then steels himself for the news Mereel is going to give him. It’s moments like this when he feels like little Falin again, if just for a moment, alone and scared and plagued by nightmares of horrible things happening to the people he loves. Before he can sink too far into the past, he’s interrupted by his comm beeping insistently.

“Son?”

“We found footage of her entering the Imperial Garrison on Keldabe two days ago.”

“And leaving?”

The little hologram of Mereel shakes its head. Kal nods. This is his fault. He knows exactly why she’d gone and it was his own shabla fault. How could he have expected someone like her to know the Empire had vaccine and not go after it?

“We need to get into that system.”

“I’m sorry-”

“-It’s not your fault, Mereel. We’ll find another way.” It’s his fault. His own kriffing fault.

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Changing tides

I. EBB

Walon Vau X OC

CN: violence, abuse, abuse of children, injury, mentions of blood, BAD mental health and teenage angst, mentions of contemplation of suicide, spiralling negative thoughts. also shameless amounts of damsel in distress

Mando’a translation at the end.

The alarm was loud, he knew that. But the adrenaline and the static rush in his ears made it a background noise he hardly noticed. Every imaginable screen and light flashed warnings at him. His hands were sweaty and shaky from the stress. Space was new. It was so different from the planetary horizon, from the sea, from home.

He gazed through the front. One planet was close, habitable according to his instruments.

His saving island.

He pushed a few buttons, making the spacecraft jerk forward under metallic protest and entered the atmosphere. It got hot. Desperately he tried to slow his descent. The machine only wheezed and gave out completely.

He bared his teeth into a grimace and concentrated. Every ship, may it be for space or sea, worked the same in the end. He could steer manually if he managed to unfold the solar sail wings. Wiping sweat off his face he ran into the back of the hull of the ship and grabbed a bar lying on the floor. He knew that the wings controlled the air flow when entering the atmosphere like an alba to sail through the air. Working from memory he started hammering against the hull wall where he placed the left folded wing. It took an entity before the hull cracked. Ignoring his tired protesting muscles, he reached into the crack and felt for the mechanical wing. It was hot from the burning freefall through the atmosphere but intact. With something between his strong muscles and sheer force of will, he pushed the wing and unfolded it. With a fluttering sound in the solar sail the wing stretched out and tensioned up from the headwind. He ran into the cockpit and checked the instruments. He had slowed the fall.

But not enough.

He ran back, picking up the bar and started hitting the right hull. His arms protested and the cold wind from the broken left-hull-side made him stumble. But he kept swinging the bar. He had to. He could not die here. The bar, already rusty and broken just like the rest of the ship, shattered into pieces. He did not even hesitate and started hammering against the hull with his own hands until there was blood. But he hardly made a dent in the enforced wall. He felt his hands seizing in pain but ignored it. He had to survive. He would not die like a lesser man.

Before he could make it through to the other wing, he felt a blow go through the ship. Everything became detached. In instinct he covered his head with his bleeding hands, feeling his body getting tossed around in the ship. Another blow. He kept his eyes closed to shield them from small debris and prayed that for once in his kriffing life he would get lucky. He needed to.

One last blow and he fell, his body battered and bruised. Carefully he opened his eyes and slowly started to move. He had blood on himself. But he could feel all his limbs. He felt no pain – yet. He knew he would, sooner than later. The ship had stopped moving. Winds were howling and snowflakes danced into the hull through the crack. He smelled ozone. Kriff. He started crawling out of the hull, tearing holes from the cracked metal into his clothes before collapsing on the snow. Behind him he heard the core of the spaceship imploding from the ozone leak. He tasted blood but ignored it and got on all fours again. He had to keep moving. He had to survive and return - to her. He would not die here. He was not going to allow himself to.

XXXXX

- INVITATION FOR THE HONORABLE WALON VAU -

SON OF COUNT OF GESL

To celebrate PRINCESS MARITA OF ERIO’s 19th Birthday, a ceasefire between Gesl and Erio has been agreed on. It is with great joy that the princess coming of age will be celebrated with the beginnings of peace talks and dance.

Your presence would be of utmost importance and value to us.

XXXXX

He wakes up from the sound of someone wading through the deep snow. It’s cold. His torn clothes give little protection against the elements. Kriff, he doesn’t know if the clothes hold his shattered body together or the other way around.

The snow is painfully white in his eyes, and he squints at the figure approaching him and the wreckage of the ship, drawing his little fibro blade from his belt. Before he can call out, something jumps out of the snow and knocks him back. It has teeth and an inconceivable number of limbs blocking his every move and growls at him. He looks at the beast on top of him: golden fur, an unimaginable stench and patient eyes observing him.

“Mird! Ba’slanar!”

The Animal jumps off him and he stumbles up, his little knife ready and drawn.

The armored figure stands before him, the strange animal stalking in anticipation behind them.

“Who are you?” He calls out.

The Armored chuckles and a voice, modulated through the helmet, answers. “It takes guts to draw this ridiculously small toothpick of a knife against a Mandalorian.”

He eyes at the knife in his hand. Irmenu navy standard. Ideal to cut ropes and gutting fish, but hardly for a fight. He deepens his combat stance and looks back at the Armored before him.

“What are you going to do? Fight me with this? You can barely stand, ad’ika.” The Armored shakes their head in amusement. “Tell me instead, who are you and why I should not cut you down here?”

He bares his teeth. “I am Walon. My ship crashed. I had no intention of being here. It just was the best option when my engines gave out.”

“Walon, ey?” The armored looks back at the scrap-pile that is his ship. “A wonder you survived that. This ship looks ancient. Where are you from?”

“Irmenu.”

“My condolences. Point-no-more on Mandalore definitely is a step up from that miserable rock.”

“Can’t say I had a pleasant time here so far.”

The helmet leans to the side.

“Tell you what, Walon.” The Armored speaks. “Lower your little toothpick. You can’t fight me anyway. And you need help. You will bleed to death, or freeze to death, or one of the mountain lions will get you.”

He keeps his knife up.

“Why should I trust you?”

The golden animal stalks closer in anticipation of a fight.

“Di’kut. Because you have little choice. Lower your weapon.”

He hesitates. He needed to survive and the Armored was right. But Walon had his difficulty trusting a faceless stranger.

The furred animal stepped closer. Walon aimed his knife in its direction.

“Adi’ka, I wouldn’t do that if I were you. The strill is a kind animal but it would take you down and I don’t want to clean your blood out its precious fur.”

Walon’s eyes darted between the animal called a strill and the Armored. In panic and pain, he froze in his position, knife up.

“Alright then, adi’ka. I am getting impatient.”

Something blue washed over Walons vision and everything went black.

XXXXX

Walon, my love.

I miss you. It has been hours since the last time we saw each other. But it’s already too long ago. I am writing to you because paper is more patient. The governess rolls her eyes every time I mention you. I fear one day she rolls them too far back and they get stuck. Paper it is.

Papa is very busy. I haven’t seen him since the ball. But I will ask him about marriage plans for me once I do. Maybe I can convince him that it would be most beneficial for the Kingdom if it’s princess would marry the future Count of Gesl. I am sure you can only agree to my political scheming.

I love you and I long to be with you.

Mari

XXXXX

Walon woke up from a wet snout sniffling his face. He tried to move up, but pain made him fall back immediately.

He looked around. He was in a small but cosy hut. The animal with the golden furr was sitting next to a small cot where Walon was laid on, staring at him curiously. There was a fireplace with warm bright flames dancing in it and a pot above with something bubbling inside.

He looked down at his body and tried to move more carefully. He was stripped off his clothes and his wounds were bandaged. A simple blanket was keeping him warm.

A door opened and the armored figure entered from the snow, carrying wood inside.

“You’re awake. Finally, I started to worry you wouldn’t wake anymore and that I dragged you up the slope for nothing.” The armored said with that modulated voice.

Walon opened his mouth to say something, but he only managed a miserable croak.

“Don’t worry. We can have insightful conversations some other day. Let me help you.”

With that the armored removed their helmet and stepped to the pot. Walon’s eyes widened. The powerful armored warrior with the fearsome beast and reflexes like a predator was an elderly human woman. She laughed at his reaction and started pouring soup from the pot into a bowl.

“On Irmenu the old women might be pushed into submission and silence. On Mandalore however we all are shabla Mandalorians, and we stay so for life. Now, open your mouth. You need nourishment.”

Walon obeyed and the elder fed him the bowl of soup he couldn’t hold. After he was done, she got another bowl for him and helped him again.

He felt the tasty warmth of the liquid run through his body and a pleased moan escaped his lips before he fell asleep from exhaustion again.

He woke up to the familiar pain. His eyes darted through the hut. The strill, as the woman had called it, was rolled into a furry ball and soundly asleep making cute snoring sounds in front of the fireplace. The old woman was sitting in a chair next to it. She had gotten rid of her armor and was knitting. With her gray hair, simple clothing, and wrinkled face she nearly passed for an ordinary grandmother – except for the blaster at her hip.

Walon cleared his throat, testing his ability to speak.

“Feeling better?”, she continued knitting while looking at him.

“Hmmm.” He managed.

“Good.”

More knitting.

“I-“He tried with a raspy voice. “I don’t understand why you helped me. Thank you.”

She put down her knitting yarn.

“Adi’ka.” The woman said with a kindly scolding voice. “I saw that you are no danger for me or my people. You clearly were nothing but an unlucky traveler on your last leg. Your ship and equipment gave that away. Or at least what was left of it. For me you are nothing but a child in need. A foundling. And I follow my people’s way and protect the children in my care.”

“I’m not a child.”

Her eyes gleamed in amusement. “What are you? 18 years? 20? Shab. Please. You are a child to me. An Adi’ka.”

He tried to follow her explanation but couldn’t.

“What’s your clan’s name, adi’ka?” She asked.

“Vau. Walon Vau.”

“My pleasure, Walon Vau. Call me Amaia of Clan Mereel. Care for some soup, Walon?”

XXXXX

The clicking sounds of the broad receiver on the old two-master war ship woke up the captain. Tired he stumbled over to the table, fumbled with his glasses and started reading the little morse coded words.

-Beginning of message – stop - Alert – stop - Breach of ceasefire between Gesl and Erio - stop - All forces are called to caution – stop - Reserve Forces are ordered to their units - stop - may the saints bless and protect us from the storm - full stop - end of message-

XXXXX

It was cold outside. The snow crunched under his borrowed boots and the reflecting sun was painful in his eyes. Amaia was walking next to him. Slowly, supporting his weight and helping him walk after days of being indoors and bedridden. Despite his lanky height and presumably weight, she moved sturdy and unforgivingly just like her armor.

“I am taking too long to heal.”

She turned her head, only the reflecting visor facing him.

“Di’kut, you are lucky that you survived. What did you expect? To jump up and start running again?”

“I need to-“

She moved her elbow and slightly touched his side through his coat. Walon cried out in pain and stumbled, with clenched teeth he kept up and muffled and further cry. Only weak men cry.

“Proves my point, adi’ka. Look at you.” Amaia grumbled like a cat at her kitten. “You are in pieces. What you need to do is rest and heal up. You can’t do much else anyway.”

Walon closed his eyes and fought back the pain. His wounds, especially the one Amaia had touched, throbbed intensely. His mind swirled around, unable to think about anything else but the pain. And her.

As much as he hated to admit. Amaia was right. He had to heal first.

“Let’s go back, Walon.” Amaia called him back. “You start to look not just wounded but also like a frozen scarecrow. Let’s not add something fun like pneumonia or frostbites to your problems and get you into the warmth again.”

He nodded grimly and turned back to the hut barely meters behind them.

Feeling like he fought his body for every minuscule move, he started walking. Slowly.

Lord Mirdalan, the golden strill, purred at the sight of Amaia and Walon returning so fast, as if it was asking how their pathetically short walk went.

Walon nodded at the animal. He felt rude not to and collapsed back onto the cot. His body was tired as if he had marched for days. Yet Walon forced himself up again and started getting out of the borrowed boots and coat.

After he was done, he placed them in orderly fashion at the door and returned to his spot.

“Thank you for the clothes, Amaia.” He said, remembering his strict upbringing.

“You are welcome. They used to belong to my youngest. Was a scarecrow like you. But we’ll change that and get some good healthy fat on your thin frame.”

Walon nodded, unsure how to respond to that.

Amaia was looking at him, her helmet off.

“You are a strong lad, Walon.” She said. “Surviving a crash like that, standing up against me with your wounds, pushing yourself even now … it's reckless but that’s the mando spirit.”

“I don’t even know what the mando spirit is supposed to be?”

“The Mando spirit is the stuff that makes warriors strong, friends everlasting and parents …well, busy.”

Amaias words punched him in the gut in the least expected way.

“No.” He just replied. “My father said I wasn’t good enough.”

Amaia just raised her eyebrow.

“I was not born a Mandalorian. I was born a Vau on Irmenu. I am not enough.” He insisted.

“So what? Mandalorian is a way of life, not necessarily a birthright.”

“Those born Mandalorian are not considered Mandalorian?”

“If they don’t claim their heritage, then no. Everyone gets a choice.” Amaia sat down in her chair at the fire and started adding wood.

“I am not saying that you are or need to become anything.” She continued. “But I have seen many warriors, many Mando’ade in my life. You are enough and you are a fool not to believe me.”

Walon leaned back. The mention of his family and his constant disappointing was a harsh memory. On Irmenu he was the son of a Count. And yet he felt like the most miserable creature on that rock. Not good enough for his family. Not good enough to join the Navy according to his father. Barely good enough to be beaten over and over and over again for his many failures as the miserable existence that he was.

There was only one being on Irmenu that made his life bearable – her.

He would return to her. He would find a way.

Despite all his failures and weaknesses, he would free her.

Maybe, and Walon barely dared to consider it, Amaia was right and there was something useful and admirable in him.

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My Love

I fear for us. The war that brought us together threatens to part us again. Papa will never agree to a marriage between us now. The governess agreed to keep us a secret and will relay my letters to you. They are my lifeline in these wild waters.

Brother left the castle to take command of the western armada. And you too, I fear, will be called to battle sooner than later. My heart aches. As much as I know that you want to join the battles and that you consider it your duty, I only wish for you to be safe and with me. Forgive my selfishness but I am the one left behind wondering if my brother and my love are facing each other in fight.

Be safe, I beg of you my love, and return to me. We will find a way.

Love,

Mari

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Mird jumped through the snow like a strilling seeing snow for the first time. Happy little whines and cries escaped the strills maw, always turning back to Walon and making sure the human was keeping up.

Weeks had passed. Walon had recovered enough to start moving on his own again, helping Amaia around the hut and exploring the area around their little home. The slope they lived on was covered in new snow, the trees were low and knotty. Their roots exposed by the howling wind and the ever-changing elements.

The young man made his way through the odd forest, further up the slope he had ever managed to climb.

“Wait for me!” He called after Mird and the strill howled in response.

Finally, they made it up and Walon stopped to look from the edge of the slope down into the next valley. It was full of the same low trees, covered in snow, and in the middle was the wreck of his ship. It was in pieces, most of it sooty and black from the implosion. Nothing but a pile of ash and garbage.

He felt a whimper escaping his lips and tears starting to flow.

How was he to make it back to Irmenu with his ship in shatters? How was he to save her? All the accumulated hope from the last days due to his rising strength and recovery, left him in one nearly suppressed sob.

He staggered and fell to his knees, finally crying.

All his efforts and all his pain were worth nothing if he was stuck here. He felt helpless, a failure, a waste of space.

He should just stay here and freeze to death.

A snout licked over his face.

Mird, the strill with its unbearable stench, nudged Walon as if to ask what was going on.

Walon closed his eyes, bracing himself against the stench so close to his face. It was like smelling salts forcing him to snap out of his dark spiraling thoughts and facing reality.

The strill licked him again and Walon groaned. It really was a stinky animal. With soft intelligent eyes.

He padded the strills head.

“Thank you, Mird.”

The strill pressed its head into Walons shoulder and rolling its golden body around him.

“Are you trying to hug me, Mird?”

The animal purred and licked over his face again, swiping away the last tears. Walon looked down into the valley at the shipwreck. Yes, it likely was unsalvable. But he would find another way. Like the strill surviving up here among the high frozen mountain peaks on Mandalore, he too would survive. And would be stronger for it.

“You are a good strill, Mird. Looking out for me.” Walon hesitated. Amaia spoke that other language with the golden fur bundle. “Mird-ika?”

The strill howled in delight and jumped around Walon before cuddling next to him into the snow, lifting its 6 legs and exposing its belly.

“You like that Mird-ika?” the young man scratched the strills soft warm underside. “Good Mird-ika! Yes, all the scratches for you, Mird.”

More howls and licks over Walons face.

“Oh Mird, you smelly lovely beast.”

The way back to the hut was easier. Walking down the slope with Mird ploughing through the snow and Walon following.

Amaia was at the hut, cutting wood from one of the small knotty trees. With her helmet and the armor on she looked nothing like the mouthy elder knitting socks in front of the fireplace.

“Amaia, can I help?”, Walon greeted and inquired.

She straightened up and looked at him before passing him the axe. “Here. But don’t overdo it. We have enough time and there is no need to rush. You are still not at your full strength.”

He nodded and started working.

“Hey Amaia, do you ever leave the slope?” He asked between his swings.

“Shab, of course I do. I and a few other loners guard this closed off area for my people during the cold months as requested by the Mand’alor. With the snow gone, I leave. No need to guard then. The weather is stable enough to check on the area from ship then.”

“Are there settlements where I could find passage back to Irmenu down the mountain?”

“Di-kut! Don’t you know anything about Mandalore? This is not a backwater planet. We are an ancient warrior and mercenary civilization. Of course, there are ships traveling to wherever you need to go. Shab, but why of all places do you want to go back to that sorry place? Looked like you nearly made it away from there last time.”

Walon stopped cutting the wood and turned to Amaia. Her expressionless visor stared at him

“I got exiled from Irmenu. But I need to return to save my fiancé. She got locked up because of me.”

Amaia tilted her head. “Oh. I wasn’t aware that the youths today are into lanky boys with messy hair. I would congratulate you on having a riduur, but it feels that is not the moment. Yet. Come inside. Let’s talk.”

The freshly cut wood fumed before catching fire. Mird sneezed and moved away from the fireplace. Walon sympathetically padded its head.

Amaia sat down on her spot in the comfortable chair and turned to him.

“Tell me about your fiancé, ad’ika.”

Walon swallowed and considered his words before speaking.

“I am the son of a count on Irmenu. She is a princess. We met during negotiations between our families to resolve a military conflict. The negotiations failed but we kept in touch, messaging and meeting secretly. And at some point, it just wasn’t us being friends or curious about someone else’s life anymore.”

He looked down, feeling himself blush at the memories.

“You fell in love with a woman out of your reach.” Amaia summed up without batting an eyelash.

“Yes.”, he confessed. “And I got exiled for it while she was locked up in a monastery.”

“Charming.”

They stayed silent for a moment until Amaia got up and grabbed an old bottle and 2 glasses.

“How about a drink, lad?”

Walon stared at Amaia in surprise. No one had ever reacted positively to his love for her. And now he got offered a drink, a blank expression and no insults.

He nodded.

And Amaia poured a strong-smelling spirit into both glasses.

“This is Tihaar.” She explained. “Drink it slowly.”

He took a sip and grimaced.

“Amaia, what is this? If you want me to go blind, just stab out my eyes and it will only be slightly faster than this pure ethanol.”

She took another sip and smiled at his reaction. “A hard drink for hard people having a tough talk. Also, I can’t have you blushing for your love when I need you to have a straight talk with me.”

He looked down at the glass again and took another sip.

“You want to get her out of that monastery?” Amaia asked.

“Yes, I promised her. But I saw the shipwreck today. No way that thing will fly again.”

“It’s a wonder it took off in the first place. Yeah, you will need a different ship.”

He nodded.

“Amaia, when will the snow melt? When can I get down from the mountains?”

She snorted. “Lad, you’ll have to learn how to be patient. The snow will not melt for another 4 months.”

He felt a knot in his stomach and he wasn’t sure if that came from the tihaar.

Amaia finished her drink with a curse and poured herself another.

“Drink.” She ordered. “It won’t help but the burn helps sharpen the mind for a moment.”

He obeyed, biting his tongue to distract himself from the horrible taste.

“Alright, adi’ka. Let’s talk balac.”

He raised his eyebrows in question.

Amaia grumbled.

“It’s hard to speak basic when the tihaar runs.” She mumbled. “I know the situation is not ideal for you. As much as I enjoy having some company here when guarding point-no-more, you need to get to you riddur, your… fiancé and save her. But you can’t due to the snow. You are stuck. And you are still weakened from your injury. And when you make it down the mountain, you have no money or skill to pay for a transport to Irmenu nor do you have the skills to get her out of there. It’s a shabla situation.”

“Yes, thanks Amaia for summarizing my sorry existence.” Walon replied sourly. The tihaar started to work and made him feel the anger slowly pushing away the sadness and self-pity.

“Patient Wa-ika. I wasn’t finished.” Amaia raised her glass. “You need to become more than you are right now. And I can show you how. I can show you how to be Mando’ade. I told you, you have the stuff.”

“Why would that help?”

“Because Mandalorians overcome or perish and that is exactly what you need right now.”

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Mando'a Translations

-ika – affectionate suffix

Ade - child

Riduur – spouse, partner

Tihaar- strong Mandalorian type of alcohol

Di’kut – idiot

Shab – shit

Mand’alor – the title for the unofficial leader of the Mandalorian people/ ruler of Mandalore

Mando’ade - Mandalorians

Mandokar – the right stuff to be Mandalorian

Vod – brother, sister, sibling

Ba’slanar – leave, depart, exit

Balac - opportunity

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Mereel Skirata x fem!Reader

Summary: Reader- You are one of the Coruscant Guards Medics and treat all kind of People. For example the Skiratas, more specific Mereel. He is a flirt and has laid eyes on you. You did so too.😉

Wordcount: ca. 3'600

⚠️Warnings⚠️ Injuries🩹, Canon Typical Violence⚔ Reader gets hurt 🤕, Mention of Sex- if you read carefully max 2 Sentences🔞

Pls tell me, if I forgot to tag something

This is for you @carodealmeida for the Request💟

Working in the Coruscant Guard Medbay was interesting in many ways. You got to learn new techniques way before the regular Hospitals on Coruscant did. And your equipment was always the best. One of the Reasons was that Senators like Padme Amidala and Riyo Chuchi as well as blue blooded ones like the Duchess of Mandalore were prone to Injuries. They preferred to be treated by Humans rather than Droids.

Padme was a known Patient of yours, she called you by your name, as if you would a friend and the banter between the two of you, Anakin would never admit it, but he was jealous sometimes.

Senators and the Coruscant Guard were not the only ones you treated regularly, if Troopers got hurt while on Leave they were brought to you. The RC’s and ARC’s that were stationed on Coruscant had their Check ups with you and your fellow Medics. Klan Skirata, as Lina, your Nurse referred to them were outright hostile to everyone but Lina and you.

Lina often called you, when you had a longer break because Kal’s Boys got hurt again. You had only treated Kall once and you were glad he was unarmed, because you were just as nice to him as he was to you. Which was really rude and distant but since then, he called you Ad’ika and has a high regard for you. Which also brings us back to the Situation at hand.

Since Kal trusted you now, his Boys were sent to you, if they got hurt on one of their super secret Missions. But none of them were such a flirt as Mereel.

,,Heeey, Baar’ur’ika.” He laughed as he entered and winced when he laughed. ,,You, my little Princess are stunning.” He breathed out and leaned against your current Patients Bed.

When Hound heared him, he groaned and rolled his eyes. ,,Easy there Lover boy, she’s working on me now. Could you wait until I can not hear you anymore?”

You laughed at their behavior. ,,Now, now. Hound be nice. And you Mereel, sit on that Bed over there, I’ll be with you shortly.”

Mereel grinned. ,,What ever you say Mesh’la.” He winked and walked over to the Bed.

You shook your head while you grin.

Hound laughed. ,,Don’t you get tired from pretty boy’s flirtations?”

Shrugging you sowed him up. ,,No, it’s different, funny even. And I know it’s just the nerves. If he’d saw me outside of this Medbay he would react different. I’m sure of it.”

Hound looked at you disbelieving. ,,Right and Grizzer is a Loath cat.”

You slapped his Shoulder. ,,Hey you. Be nice. I’m right a lot of times. And I’m sure. Mereel is a Ladies Boy. He can have all of them. The pretty ones, the ones with a small Waist, the ones who got clearly helped to their beauty and the rich girls, so why should he settle for me?”

Hound shook his head. ,,I know this look. He’s looking at you like Skywalker looks at Amidala.”

You ruffled his slightly longer hair. ,,Oh, you mean when he’s messing with her? Yeah I know that look. Thire wears it often.” You got up, replaced your Dirty Gloves, Materials and looked after Mereel. His distinctive blue Mandalorian Armor shined bright in the Medbay lights. ,,Mereel? Are you visiting or do you have an Injury?”

He grin at you, he sat on the Bed but since he was tall he could just look straight at you. ,,Aww Cyare, do I really need an Injury to visit you?” he asked and pulled you closer by your Stethoscope, which you wore around your neck.

You smirked, clearly unimpressed. ,,No, but that’s the only time I see you. So, where is it? Left or right?”

He looked confused. ,,Where is what, left or right?”

You sighed. ,,You probably have broken or at least bruised Rips. Left side of the Thorax or right side? And what else?”

He grinned. ,,You are so intelligent, Cyar’ika and so beautiful. How can you do that.” He asked and bit his lower lip as he looked you up and down.

,,I don’t know dear. It just happened, guess I’m lucky.” You shrugged and caressed his cheek. ,,Since were talking about luck. If you delay me any longer you need to be lucky with Kal. He won’t stand for you delaying me.”

Mereel swallowed. ,,Alright ner mesh’la Baar’ur’ika. I’ll be good.” He took off his armor and stocked it next to the Bed. ,,A Bountyhunter got me.” Was his only explanation to his bruised left side.

You sighed and glared at him. ,,How can you joke around like this, if you’re obviously in so much pain?” you shook your head and took out your scanners. It showed you that 3 of those Rips were fractured and the Spleen was bruised too. ,,Mereel you are on strict Bedrest. If you do not comply, your Spleen might rupture and you need to be operated on. Do you understand? No unnecessary moving around and you will stay here for the time being. We wouldn’t want my favorite Patient get seriously hurt for no reason, would we?”

Mereel looked unsure. ,,No definitely not, since I have a reputation to uphold as your favorite Patient.” He winked.

,,Good, I’ll send Lina over to you and she’ll give you a Bactainfusion. For now, you do not need to go in a Tank but you might be placed in one. Depending on how you’re healing.” You wanted to walk away but Mereel was holding your Scrubs Shirt on the end.

,,Do I at least get a Kiss for being good?” he whispered to you.

You grinned and turned back to him. ,, I’ll send Kal for the Kiss.” You said and walked away.

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After your Shift you had a Week of Vacation but your treacherous mind kept on replaying what Mereel said and what Hound explained. After your Vacation you got sent off with a relief mission to Ryloth and arrived back at the GAR Coruscant Guard Base 3 Weeks after.

Mereel was discharged while you were on the Relief Mission but you read his chart. He was healing nicely. You absently stroke his chart with your thumb while you starred out at Coruscant's busy night sky.

,,I knew you liked him.”

You spun around to find Hound leaning against your Office door. Grizzer laying next to him on the floor.

,,Who?”

He grin. ,,The Null-ARC, Mereel. You had a faraway look while you stroke his chart lovingly.”

You furrowed your brows. ,, Stroke lovingly?” you sighed. ,,Hound, I just care for my Patients, that is all.”

,,Mhm.” He moved towards you and pointed at the Chart and to your desk. ,,And why is my Chart no where here? Or did you already read it?”

You sighed. ,,Stop investigating, I know what this is about and no. I have not. It is still with Lina.”

Hound grin triumphant. ,,And why?”

You sighed hating where this was going. ,,Because my treacherous mind wandered off to a place where I would actually believe what he said.”

Hound applauded you. ,,So, you finally see it.”

You sighed, feeling that you did this way too often lately for such a Joyful Person. ,,No Hound. My Mind wandered off, I admit that, but I am also being honest with you, when I tell you, that I saw them with enough pretty and beautiful and rich girls surrounding them and him, last time I went to 79ˋs with Thire.”

Hounds face fell. ,,So, that is why you don’t believe him.”

Again you sighed and grew frustrated with your sighing. ,,Yes, that is why. Could you now please drop this?”

He nodded. ,,But whatever happens Vod’ika, you know Grizzer and I will always love you, right?”

You chuckled and hugged him tight. ,,I know you do, otherwise you would stop calling me Vod’ika.”

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As you walked away from his Bed he felt lost. And you said you would send his father for the kiss? Please no. He loved Kal truly, but kisses from his father was not what he wanted.

Your Nurse, Lina she later helped Sergeant Spawn to place him in a Tank, so he would heal faster. But the dull throbbing in his Chest whenever he thought of you and then again the Joyful leaps his heart would take when he saw you. It was not easy to live with that, if he would give fully into those feelings, he would kiss you on sight. But he didn’t want to ruin what you had together, but he didn’t want to stay like this either. So whenever he had an evening off or a morning he went to 79ˋs.

Once, he thought he had seen you but thought again. You were on Vacation, you would not stay here on Coruscant, would you? So he turned back to the pretty Togruta in his Lap, who seemed to like him rather much, with how she purred. He tried to distract himself from you but when he kissed another Girl, he thought of you. Whenever he touched a females Body he thought of how you would feel under his touch or react to his touch. He closed his eyes as he felt a certain type of bliss and wished he would be doing this with you, instead of this other woman.

Mereel tried not to get hurt, even his brothers commented on it. He hadn’t seen you in 4 Months, but he got hurt badly again. He was not conscious when he arrived at your Medbay. The next thing he saw, was one of his Girls, the Pantoran lean over him and kiss his Forehead. ,,There you are, handsome.” She chuckled. ,,Thought you would let me wait longer, like you usually do.” She winked.

He grinned at the memory. ,,Jakala, where am I?”

She looked around. ,,The Army Medical Bay. Looks like you will stay here longer than I thought.” She pointed to his Chart in his Hands. ,,Fractured Clavicle and Fibia and Tibia. Laser shot wound Medial, Anterior and Proximal Medial. Whatever that means. Plus here it says something about second grade burns on your left leg, Distal posterior and a Concussion.”

,,Dear, please leave the Chart. The Doctor will come as soon as she got time to explain everything to you two.” Lina said politely. She took the Chart back but Mereel caught her Hand.

,,Give me Spawn, Lina. I want to be treated by one of mine.”

Lina seemed taken aback. ,,Are- are you sure? I’m sure-“

,,I am sure, Lina. Please.”

She nodded sharp. ,,As you wish.” She walked towards Spawn who seemed equally confused.

,,Vod, what seems to be the Problem? Don’t like the good Doctor anymore?” he half joked.

,,That’s not it. I just feel more comfortable with you looking me through than the good Doctor, Vod.” Mereel tried to avoid why he didn’t wanted to be treated by you.

Spawn sensed something like that. ,,Okay Vod, but you remember that I don’t allow visitors here. It is the GAR Base after all, means your Girlfriend will have to leave.”

He looked apologetic to Jakala.

,,It’s okay, Honey. I understand. I’ll see you out there again.” She said and captured his Lips with hers, right as you entered the Medbay.

Lina had the decency to call you so you would turn to the wall, like you always did. ,, Hound is waiting for you, in the Messhall.” she lied so you would not see Mereel kiss his Girlfriend without a corner to gather yourself after.

Mereel saw you go, as he looked after Jakala. He was so stupid, why would he allow Jakala to kiss him, if you were right there? Only Lina’s quick thinking saved him. He looked at her and nodded her thanks.

She sighed and shook her head.

Spawn cleared his throat. ,,Care to explain why you lied to your Friend? We both know Hound is in the Messhall at this time but he did not ask for her. So?”

Lina shrugged. ,,He didn’t ask you.”

Spawn gave her a stern look. ,, Nor you, Lina? Has this something to do with Mereel and his Girlfriend?”

Lina looked to the floor. ,,You will have to ask Mereel about that.” With that she left.

Spawn crossed his arms. ,,I guess this also explains why you wanted me as your Doc and not her? What are you afraid of, Mereel?”

Mereel shook his head. ,,No I’m not scared. I just.” He sighed and winced. ,,I didn’t want to hurt her. I think she likes me and letting her see Jakala would be mean.”

Spawn looked not convinced. ,,If you say so. Bactatank for you.” He said and rolled up the I.V stopper so it could flow into his bloodstream.

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You received a call from Lina, that Hound would be waiting for you in the Messhall, so you run off.

You arrived at Hounds table and excused yourself for being late.

,,Late? Vod’ika we did not have a date today. Why, who said that?”

Perplexed you glanced at your Commlink. ,,Lina.” You said slowly.

Hounds confused features softened. He had seen Mereel enter with his Girlfriend. ,,Maybe, she thought you could use a break with me?” he winked.

You laughed. ,,Oh you.” You rolled your eyes. ,,I can’t. I don’t have Lunch break just yet. But I’ll join you an other day.” You got up again, kissed his cheek and went back to the Medbay.

Lina looked obviously nervous. So you approached her. ,,Lina, do you think I look hungry?” you said with mirth.

She relaxed as she realized you were not mad. ,,Just a bit, why?”

You held your Commlink high. ,,You called me, remember?”

She nodded and with no reason hugged you. You accepted the hug but were curious as to why she behaved like that. The Day Mereel got out of the Bactatank you understood. He had a Girlfriend. You tried to look calm, joyful, even but your eyes gave you away.

Hurt was all you felt. Pain in your heart and your soul. Overpowering hurt, making it difficult to breathe because everything hurt. As you saw her so happy to see him, your little world shattered. He really did not mean any of what he said. Hound was wrong. Mereel did not love you, like he claimed he did. You turned and steady walked into your office. There you called one of your Friends.

,,Padme?”

,,So good to see you, love.” The Senator smiled at you but then her smile fell. ,,Somethings wrong. What is it?”

You shook your hear tears slowly filling your vision. ,, Nothing, really. I just heared you needed an emergency meeting with me. Here in my Office, where you can take your Datapad with you?” you pleaded her.

She nodded. ,,Yes you are right, I am not feeling well. I’ll need that meeting now. I’ll be down in a few minutes.” Padme said and 2 Minutes later she knocked at your door.

You explained everything to her and she sat there on the Couch with you, holding you while you cried.

Time heals all wounds, is a saying that not always is true to every situation.

After that Day you took a leave of absence, Padme let you stay in one of her Houses on Naboo. But when you closed your eyes, you could still see him and her.

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Mereel saw how much this hurt you. But what could he do? The damage was done and with how Jakala behaved, it gave off the impression that he loved her too. But he only loved you, how could he be so stupid? Jakala could never replace you and here he tried and only hurt the Woman he truly loved.

Later that Day his Father came to visit him. He did not say anything beyond. ,,You are my Son and I will always love you and be proud of you, but here you are a coward, Son.”

Hound had to be forcefully stopped by Spawn and Thire, so he would not hurt Mereel.

He did not see you again, not until one night in 79’s where the owner gave the dress code for Girls as ,,Maskerade.” They gave free Eye Masks to the women who did not know, so everyone would be concealed. He would recognize you everywhere. He glanced next to you Padme Amidala was in a tight fitting purple dress and she had a Purple Mask on. Her Lips red. And you? You looked absolutely ravishing. Your blue dress, with cutouts highlighted all that he loved so much about you. Your Waist and Breasts, it ended a hand over the knee. And even the shoes you wore, highlighted your legs. The most beautiful was your Smile, it was carefree and Joyful as he remembered you to be. He did not catch your eyes but the glittery Mask suited you perfect.

Hound circled around you, like a guard dog, expecting trouble.

Mereel sighed, he still loved you but could he just go to you and tell you so? Or should he pretend not to know you and feign first interests in you? He didn’t know what he should do, but his Father was right, he was a coward. And he hated cowards.

Mereel took a deep breath and walked towards you. You seemed too concentrated into the Conversation to see him.

Mereel took your Hand and slowly pulled you to him. First you laughed until you saw who it was, that pulled. You looked at him, as if he had slapped you. ,,Cyare, please let me explain.”

But you shook your head. Padme next to you looked ready to explode.

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As a Celebration to your leave finished Padme took you to 79’s, only because of the dress code it had today evening.

You were so happy to go out with your friend and into the Clone bar, where Commanders like Cody and Wolffe would be armored up and armed, nonetheless. It was save for Padme. You danced with her and she talked about how Bail helped her in certain occasions. And then someone pulled your Hand. You laughed until you saw Mereel. All the Pain you went through returned with one big BANG! In your heart.

You felt Padme ready to fight to your right. ,,Cyare, please let me explain”. He asked. But the Tears already started to roll down your Cheek, without you noticing.

He carefully reached up with his freehand and gently wiped the tears away. ,, I am so sorry, Cyar’ika. Please let me explain.”

His touch was something you wished for many times, whether it was as gentle as this or rough grabbing your Hand because he helped you up somewhere. But now you couldn’t stop yourself, you flinched.

You saw his heart break there and then as you flinched. But his touch hurt in your heart. You took your Hand out of his. And wiped your tears away. You took a steady breath. ,,Why should I let you explain what looks clear to me?”

He sighed. ,,I know I am a Coward and I am sorry that I am. But Cyar’ika please listen to me.” He looked so unsure and sad. His Voice carried over the loud upbeat Music but you heared perfectly what he said.

,,Make it quick then, your Girlfriend just arrived. I bet she would not like you calling me what you did, when you should be calling her that.”

He nodded. ,,I broke up with her, I never was with her, she was just there and gave the Title to herself. I always wanted you, Cyare. I just went with her so I wouldn’t hurt you.”

You laughed humorless. ,,So you wouldn’t hurt me? How did that go?!” You asked seething.

He looked to the floor. ,,I am sorry Cyar’ika. When I was with her, when I kissed her, I thought of you. She was just a substitute for you. I love you, Cyare.”

Your heart hurt so much with what he said, but you hoped that he meant it. It was not up to you any longer whether you listened to him or not, your legs sagged away and you landed in his arms, the last thing you remember was Pain. Unforgiving, harsh and dark pain.

You woke up in one of your Med beds, I.V. placed as well as an EKG on you chest. Padme was on your left side and Mereel on your right side.

Spawn rounded the corner. ,,There you are, you scared us for a minute, little one.”

You smiler weekly. ,,Why, though?”

He set his Lips in a thin line. ,,Broken heart Syndrome, ever heared of that one?”

You nodded.

,,You got something similar. Instead of staying away, Mereel should stay close to you for now. I could say, dear. Your heart has chosen him and you really need to listen to it. Some of your heart strings ripped due to emotional trauma.”

You looked over at Mereel, he looked unsure of this. He got up and leaned over you. He took a deep breath and without a warning, kissed you. Your EKG beeped furiously warnings out. Spawn was seconds away from pulling Mereel away and then it normalized.

As he pulled back you slapped him across his Face. Then you reached out and pulled him down for another kiss. After the first shook he kissed you back.

He let go of you again. ,,Cyar’ika?” he asked unsure, he looked to Padma who was squirming with glee, then back down at you.

Your heart did not hurt that much anymore. It’s as if Mereel’s kiss healed something inside of you. ,,Hmm?”

,,I love you and I’m sorry for hurting you. Can you forgive me?”

You nodded. ,,I think I can, pretty boy.”

He kissed you again and Padme hugged Spawn enthusiastically.

Translation from Mando’a :

Baar’ur’ika from Baar’ur ->Doctor/Medic

‘ika -> little, added to a name as a very familiar or childhood form: Vodˋika, little Vod

Vod-> sibling /brother/ sister

Cyare-> beloved

Mesh’la-> Beautiful

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This Masterlist is dedicated to the Clones who were adopted by Kal Skirata

Well, I guess that answers my question - Darman Skirata x Reader (request) Jealousy - Darman Skirata x Reader (request) Hesitance - Darman Skirata x Reader (request) Blossoming Romance - Darman Skirata x Reader (request) Hesitant Crushes - Darman Skirata x Reader (request) I can’t lose you - Darman Skirata x Reader (request) No One Will Ever Hurt You - Darman Skirata x Reader (request) Flowers - Darman Skirata x Reader (request) One More Is Never Enough - Darman Skirata x Reader (request) Want - Darman Skirata x Reader (Request) (Smut) Will You Date Me - Darman Skirata x Reader (request) Need - Darman Skirata x Reader (request) A Surprise - Darman Skirata x Reader (request)(Smut) Let's Try This Again - Darman Skirata x F!Reader (request) Heatwave - Darman Skirata x F!Reader (request)(Smut) Not A Toy - Mereel Skirata x Reader (request) Stormy Days - Mereel Skirata x Reader (request) Rainy Kiss - Mereel Skirata x Reader (request) Challenge - Mereel Skirata x Reader (request) (Smut) One Bed - Mereel Skirata x Reader (request) So This Is Love - Mereel Skirata x Reader (request) Look At Me - Mereel Skirata x Reader (request) (smut) Be Mine - Mereel Skirata x F!Reader (request)(Smut) Those Eyes - Mereel Skirata x Reader (request) I'm Not Jealous - Mereel Skirata x Reader (request)

Trust Me - Atin Skirata x Reader (request) Just One More - Atin Skirata x Reader (request) Forever - Atin Skirata x Reader (request) I want to Kiss you - Ordo Skirata x Reader (request) I want to have all of you - Ordo Skirata x f!reader (request) (Smut) What I Want - Ordo Skirata x Reader (request) Mistletoe Kisses - Ordo Skirata x Reader (request) Satisfied - Ordo Skirata x F!Reader (Request) First Meeting - Prudii Skirata x Reader (request) Late Nights - Prudii Skirata x Reader (request) Little Touches - A'den Skirata x Reader (request) Winter Love - Niner Skirata x Reader (request) Most Important - Niner Skirata x Reader (request)(Smut) Family Discussions - Niner Skirata x F!Reader (request)

Stormy Days - Kom'rk Skirata x Reader (request) Stormy Days pt 2 - Kom'rk Skirata x Reader (request)(Smut) A Lacey Surprise - Kom'rk Skirata x F!reader (request)(Smut)

Family Meeting - Corr Skirata x F!Reader (request)

#Vod'ikas Masterlist pt 4 #Look #I couldn't find an official symbol of clan skirata #so have a Null ARC instead

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leias-left-hair-bun-again · 2 years

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for the wip game...... run/ran?

first document i found this in is a half-finished kal skirata x reader chapter - i am putting three sentences because as usual my grammar is..uh....let's say ~colloquial~ and they don't really count as separate sentences lsdjfkldsjf

It’s a halfway decent plan. It’s a fun plan. And it’s definitely worth running by Kal.

WIP ask game :DDD

#i kind of forgot i even had a half finished chapter XD it is better than i remembered i might just finish it instead of #going to all the effort of starting from scratch >.>#ask game #wait no nononono this can't be so i don't have a kae tag yet?!?? well now im gonna hold up #kae tag 🔪#the knife is affectionate XD bc i love knives and also you and you have knives so #you get a knife skldjfklds #my wips

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clonewarslover55 · 3 years

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The Threesome Walon Vau X Fem!Reader X Kal Skirata

Here it is!! The early Christmas(Or whatever you celebrate) present!! You all asked for some typical arguing old Mando men arguing, but with a smutty twist. I hope you all enjoy. Feedback is what I live off of!!!! So please like and reblog!

Notes: I have never written a threesome before so I am warning you guys, it may suck. Please tell me what you think

Warnings: Walon Vau bites, threesome, vaginal fingering, anal sex, Vau and Kal arguing, teasing, Mandalorian men being cocky, Walon talks to much, Kal is short, unprotected sex(be safe!!!) competitive men being competitive, !Walon Vau has a british accent! Walon Vau is my favorite husband so if I played favorites I apologize

You stood between the two Mandalorian men, one removing your clothes while the other kissed the sensitive skin of your neck. “You remove clothes too quickly Kal, you need to draw it out.” Kal snorted at the accented voice of Walon Vau.

“Just shut up.” The shorter man quipped, his fingers working a little slower on your clothes now. Vau winked at you and gave Kal an offended look. “Can you not remove a bra you old di’kut??” Kal opened his mouth to speak but shut his mouth with a click when Vau suddenly pulled a knife from his boot, cutting your bra off in one slice.

“Walon!!-“ You gasped, your skin getting nicked slightly. He only hummed, licking the droplets of blood away from the cut. “He skipped your bra, we can’t have these beautiful breasts being hidden from view.” He nearly purred as he cupped your breasts, rolling your nipples between his fingers. You gasped and threw your head back at the heated touch.

Kal rolled his eyes at Vau’s expression as he finally got you to step out of your clothes and shoes, “Perfect.” The shorter man groaned, giving your ass a nice squeeze. Your eyes were squeezed shut with pleasure from Walon’s mouth and large hands playing with your sensitive breasts. Kal kneaded your ass some, his calloused fingers lighting your skin on fire.

You gasped when two thick fingers ran along your slit, gathering up some of your wetness before rubbing your clit with his thumb. Kal slowly pushed two calloused fingers inside of you, thrusting them slowly.

You moaned and shivered, your desire coating his hand. “You’re not making her clench around your fingers properly! You can’t even pleasure a woman with your hand, no wonder your wife left you.” Walon snarked. Kal sneered and scissored his fingers inside of you, making you gasp. “Oh you think you can do better??” Vau scoffed in that royal way of his.

Kal yanked his fingers from you, making you moan at the rough movement. “You need to learn how to finger a woman properly Kal.” Walon rolled his eyes as he slowly pushed two long fingers into your cunt. Kal held your hips still, his chapped lips pressing against your shoulder blades.

Their arguing was normal, but their heated movements luckily kept you in the mood. Vau scissored his fingers, finding your most sensitive spot way too quickly. You cried out, Kal holding you in place. “See, that’s how you properly finger fuck a woman.” Walon spoke heatedly, his voice cocky.

Walon removed his fingers from your heat, causing you to whine softy. He sucked his fingers clean, the sight making you shiver. Lightning bolts of excitement shot straight to your cunt, “Now do what I did.” He nearly purred the words, which made you shiver more. Kal sneered at Vau, quickly thrusting his fingers back into your cunt. Kal shifted his fingers like Walon just had done, making you cry out in pleasure.

Kal found that sensitive spot deep inside of your cunt, rubbing a calloused finger against it. You came on his fingers quickly, leaning on Walon’s bare chest for support. Your legs quaked as you panted, Kal’s thick fingers helping you ride out your orgasm. Kal kissed along your shoulders as Vau went back to playing with your breasts.

The pleasure was so great that you had to close your eyes again, your body shivering in excitement for what they had planned for you. Kal removed his shirt and pants quickly, Walon removing his pants more slowly. Vau had to draw everything out because he was more of a tease than Kal.

“I’d be a lot more turned on if I didn’t have to look at your ugly face Walon.” Vau snorted, removing his lips from your nipple with a pop, “That’s a poor excuse for not being able to get it up anymore, Skirata.” You giggled slightly but immediately stopped when Kal pinched your ass.

Walon smirked and nudged your legs open with his own, his lean hands stroking along your sides. Kal got closer to you, his hard cock pressed up against your ass as he kissed your shoulders. Vau rubbed the head of his cock against your dripping core, “Luckily I’m here, so you won’t be too disappointed by Kal.”

The shorter man growled at Vau, causing you to bite your lip. They were both about to fuck you brainless but they kept arguing. Lucky for you, their arguing and teasing is pretty funny and never really gets old. You went to tell them to shut up, instead crying out when Kal pushed his lubed up cock into your hole without warning.

“Fuck.” He gripped your hips, keeping you steady on your wobbly legs. Once your hole adapted to the size of Skirata, Vau slowly slid into your cunt. This was not your first time doing it with the two stubborn Mandalorians, but the feeling was just as incredible as it was the first time.

Luckily they shut their mouths when they were inside of you, your body clenching them too tight for them to think of any snarky remarks. They worked well together when they wanted to, which quickly had you writhing between the two men.

Vau and Kal held you steady as they fucked into you, keeping in rhythm with one another. You gasped when Walon ducked his head again, his tongue lapping at your nipples. Kal has his face buried in your neck, his lips teasing the skin there. You squeezed your eyes shut as you moaned, the pleasure too overwhelming.

“He’ll probably cum too soon, but don’t worry my darling. I have you.” Walon whispered, nipping your ear lobe gently. Kal glared at Vau, moving his hand around to play with your clit some. His rough and calloused fingers were truly magical. They picked up the pace together, both of them knowing exactly how to angle their hips to find those hidden sensitive spots deep within your walls.

Thanks to their ruthless pace and their wonderful teasing it didn’t take you long to come undone. You came with a shout, crying out both of their names between gasps and profanities. “Fuck.” Kal clenched his teeth as you squeezed around him and Walon, his cum spilling inside of you first.

Walon only got a few more thrusts in before he came, biting down onto your pulse point. Kal was riding out his orgasm as well, their combined movements caused you to hit another peak. You came with another cry, both men holding your wobbly body steady. Walon growled against your skin, both men panting as they spilled their hot seed inside of you.

Vau gently grasped your chin between his thumb and forefinger, “If it wasn’t for me you would never have clenched so hard, your beautiful pussy milking me for all I’m worth.” You shivered at his words. Kal snorted, “You’re such a liar, she came because of my movements. Not yours.”

Both men pulled out of you, causing you to whine slightly. The feeling of both of your holes dripping with their cum making you even more excited. “Both of you gave me the same amount of pleasure.” You pressed a kiss to both of their lips. Sometimes they were too competitive, and needed to be reassured. “Good, because we’re far from done with you.” Kal spoke, Walon shooting you a wink.

You grinned, the night was just getting started.

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#walon vau #kal skirata #walon vau x reader #kal skirata x reader #republic commando novels #Republic Commando #mandalorians #mando'a #Walon Vau is my legal husband #I had soo much fun with this!!

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