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burnwater13 · 4 months

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DataWorks calendar page for January 4, 2024. Boba Fett on the throne at the palace on Tatooine. From The Book of Boba Fett, Season 1, Episode 1, Stranger in a strange land.

Crime lord! Boba Fett was a crime lord! That just wasn’t right. Grogu wouldn’t have believed it if Fennec hadn’t told him herself. Now he didn’t know what to do. How could you watch one of your idols collapse under the unbearable weight of corruption? It was heart breaking.

“Sir Grogu. Calm down. That lasted less than a couple of minutes. Daimyo Fett wasn’t a ‘crime lord’ as much as he was an interim leader for Mos Espa and eventually all of Tatooine.”

Grogu sighed. That was a big relief. He was glad that the Majordomo was there to clear things up. Interim leader sounded a whole lot better than crime lord, even though Grogu had no idea what interim meant. He wondered if he should ask Majordomo but decided against it.

“The Daimyo has sent me down here to collect you. It’s meal time and he would like to discuss some opportunities with you and your guardian.”

Huh? What kind of opportunities? Majordomo should know by now that he couldn’t mention food and work in the same sentence with Grogu. He never got past the food part and thinking about what the Daimyo’s chef had made for them to eat that day.

It was clearly a benefit of being in charge of Tatooine, even on an interim basis, that the best, most skilled artisans stepped up and offered their services to the Daimyo. The chef who looked after the Daimyo and his guests was more than a little special. First she knew exactly how to prepare Grogu’s favorite treats the way he liked them best. He didn’t know how she knew, but she did. Then she seemed to actually know what everyone else liked to eat too. There was never a bad meal when she was in the kitchens of the palace. That’s why mentioning food to him was so distracting.

Grogu nodded at the Majordomo and pointed toward the main part of the palace. He’d been pacing in the Rancor pen because it was sturdy enough for how aggravated he’d been. He’d kicked the odd stone and bone out of his way and had ignored the pain in his foot because the pain in his heart had been too overwhelming.

He followed the Twi’lek official back into the proper part of the palace and completely forgot about his concerns on behalf of the Daimyo and any work that he might ask Din Djarin and Grogu to perform on his behalf. He could smell the food that was being prepared and he wondered, when they finally reached the throne room, if he’d been floating along using the Force because he didn’t feel tired at all.

“Sir Din Grogu!”

Grogu giggled. Majordomo loved announcing everyone’s presence when they entered the throne room. It seemed silly to Grogu. He was pretty unique and was certain that everyone there already knew him. But he knew that people should be able to do the things they loved doing so he never scolded the Majordomo the way his dad did.

“Very good. Din Djarin let the three of us speak before we enjoy this feast. Fennec, please bring a chair over for Sir Din Grogu.”

“Sure Boss. Good to see you’re doing fine kiddo. I was wondering if you just rode the rancor back to Mos Eisley.”

Fennec addressed him as she walked over to an alcove and located the small seat that the Daimyo had fashioned just for him. It looked like a regular chair, but when Grogu pushed a button, it would float up so he was at the same level as the Daimyo and they could talk eye to eye.

Grogu grimaced at her and quickly signed that he understood things better now, thanks to the Majordomo.

“Oh, Majordomo explained it did he? Good. Then you should like this job he’s going to talk to you two about. It’s right up your alley.”

Huh? Grogu could swear that sometimes Fennec spoke in a code that he didn’t really understand. But he had realized that sometimes he just needed to go along with it and this was one of those times. Those fried gorgs were not going to eat themselves, although if they did, that would be cool. And gross.

“Very good. Thank you Fennec. Well, Sir Din Grogu, I have asked your father if the two of you were available to assist me with a special project. He said that you would make the final determination of whether or not you would invest your time and energy into the project. It is really quite simple. I would like to have a pond constructed within the palace grounds. It will need to be stocked with fish and other such creatures. Does that sound like something you would like to do? Find me some fish for my pond?”

What?!!! That sounded great! He and his dad could go all over the Outer Rim and collect specimens and bring them back and if any one of them over produced, well, Grogu could have a fresh gorg dinner! It would be perfect.

“Roger that!” Grogu announced with a grin. He could wait to get a start on the project…right after he ate a good meal.

“Wow, Boss. I thought the kid would say no. After all, Kamino is pretty far away and all those species have been declared endangered. The New Republic won’t be happy about that.”

“Fennec, I intend to preserve them for future generations. Surely there is a societal value in that?”

Din Djarin chuckled, but Grogu hadn’t bothered to pay attention to any of that. A crime lord wouldn’t be bothered with things like stocked fishing ponds, right? It would be like having a rancor pen under the throne room. You just wanted the things you cared about close by. That made a lot of sense to Grogu. Maybe Fennec had never had a pet and just didn’t understand how comforting they could be?

Boba Fett talking to Fennec Shand, while sitting on the throne in Jabba's palace. Caption reads: What? I'm the crime lord. He's supposed to pay me. From The Book of Boba Fett, Season 1, Episode 1, Strange in a strange land.

#calendar prompt a day #grogu #din djarin #book of boba fett #Boba Fett #Fennec Shand #Majordomo

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ryehouses · 1 year

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Any Boba POV? 😍

i have. so much. boba POV. i am bad at math and they're scattered across several documents, but last time i counted it was something like 80k of just. miscellaneous boba.

so, here's one from very early on, ft. fennec being exasperated and boba starting to figure out this whole crime boss thing!

in which fennec has an idea.

“If it keeps going like this,” said Fennec, flopping down on the wide stone steps of an empty house in the Gleaning of Mos Eisley, settling tiredly down next to Boba, “you’re going to be dead before the month is out, you know.”

Boba grunted. She was exaggerating. He could make it another two or three months, probably. The assassins that the Hutts had been sending hadn’t been that good.

Fennec sighed and handed Boba a scrap of cloth, which he gratefully pressed against the shallow wound in his side.

“That need stitches?” Fennec asked.

Boba shook his head. “Just bacta,” he said. This particular assassin – a sharp-faced young Zabrak woman who had come at Boba around the corner of an alley with a knife – had scored a lucky hit just past the edge of Boba’s cuirass, but Boba’d moved faster than she had expected him too, and he’d turned her aside before she’d managed to stick him properly.

“You sure?”

Boba rolled his eyes, since Fennec couldn’t see through his buc’ye to catch him doing it. “Yeah, I’m sure. Quit worrying about it.”

Fennec snorted. “No,” she said, implacable as always. She looked past Boba to where the Zabrak woman lay cooling in the street, sand already beginning to collect against her body. “How’d she get the drop on you? She’s about as big as you are.”

“She didn’t get the drop on me,” Boba grumbled back, pressing harder against the wound on his side. It really wasn’t deep; he could feel the flow of blood slowing already. “She just – got lucky.”

The flat look Fennec shot Boba scored him deeper than the would-be assassin’s knife. Fennec was, as usual, mostly right; the Zabrak had surprised Boba, and she shouldn’t have been able to.

“You’re slipping,” said Fennec, frankly.

“You’re slipping,” Boba shot back. Fennec had been a few dozen yards behind Boba when the Zabrak’d jumped for him, and she was usually just off his left side.

Fennec just shrugged. “A bit,” she admitted. “And I think you’re getting even less sleep than I am, so. At this rate, someone is going to get the drop on you, probably within the month, and that’ll be the end of it.”

“Optimistic, aren’t you?”

Fennec spread her hands. She didn’t try to justify her thinking and didn’t really have to, anyway – Boba understood. “We’re stretched too thin, boss,” she said.

That was an understatement. Back in Jabba’s day, Tatooine had been packed with every sort of skug-sucking lowlife – Boba and Fennec included – eager to get on a syndicate boss’s payroll. Jabba’d had no shortage of guards to flank his every move or hunters to clear the streets any time he’d wanted to visit Mos Eisley.

Bib Fortuna, however, had been an idiot incapable of running a cantina on Canto Bight, let alone a syndicate, so by the time Boba and Fennec had come back to Tatooine with plans of their own, the only beings left in the palace had been a handful of terrified slaves, one battered silver protocol droid and three spice smugglers that Fennec had run out before they’d even thought to offer Boba their services.

Boba had let the slaves go and had scrapped the droid. He and Fennec had still had a few contacts in Mos Eisley who’d been willing enough to sign on, most of them friends from the bad old days under Jabba. Kasyyk, Theran, Ay-Two and his human partner Zero. One of the Twi’Lek women Fortuna’d been keeping around had signed on, which had been a pleasant surprise, but that left Boba with an outfit he could count with two hands, and a crew of seven wasn’t big enough to run much of anything, let alone a piece – now an admittedly very small piece, but still – of the Hutt empire.

Kark the Hutts anyway, Boba thought, irritated. He was pretty sure that it was a Hutt who’d been sending the assassins after him, though he and Fennec hadn’t been able to figure out which Hutt it was yet.

Fennec kept muttering about building a network of spies, but Boba rather thought they should figure out how to walk down the street in Mos Eisley – Boba’s city – without getting stabbed first.

“Yeah,” Boba said, answering Fennec. “I know.”

Fennec’s mouth pulled down. Not in defeat or even in annoyance, but in concentration. She was thinking. Boba, still bleeding, let her think. He’d been up all night the past week trying to figure out the same problem.

Jabba’s forces – his army of bounty hunters and smugglers and guards and legbreakers, his dancing girls and his bartenders, his clerks and accountants and fixers and thugs – had either died with him at the Pit of Carkoon, like Boba’d been supposed to, had drifted off towards other, more profitable work, like Fennec, or had been chewed up and spat out by the galaxy and its endless, grinding gears. Fortuna’d gotten a lot of the old outfit killed. There was hardly anyone left, let alone anyone who could be trusted not to accept a handful of peggats from the Hutts and put a knife in Boba’s back while he was sleeping.

Fennec’s got more recent knowledge than me, though.

Boba had spent the better part of the last five years with the Spotted Anooba far out in the desert, away from all of this. Fennec had been here.

“We’ve only just started digging around under the palace,” Fennec said, after a minute. “There’s – there’s not a lot of credits down there, but there’s plenty of other assets. You could raise a tidy pile of clink. Hire some mercs, maybe. At least until we get some cargo moving in and out.”

Boba relaxed a bit. “Thought of that,” Boba admitted. “But is there enough down there to win in a bidding war, d’you think? Mercs are hutuun’yc. If we put up a few hundred thousand credits, only for Gardulla or Gorga to put up a few million – ”

“Alright,” Fennec said, tilting her head. “Fair point.” Then she narrowed her eyes, which usually meant that she’d gotten an idea. “So we need more muscle – and more brains, Boba, I don’t care how much you like Kasyyk – and we need someone who can’t be bought or bribed.”

“Good luck finding someone like that on Tatooine,” Boba replied. He let the comment about Kasyyk slide. Fennec was just annoyed that Kasyyk, not expecting a known assassin to show up at his door, had tossed Fennec through said door and into the wall behind it.

“We don’t have to just look on Tatooine,” Fennec pointed out.

Boba snorted. “You’ve got time to go wandering around Nar Shaddaa?”

“Not Nar Shaddaa either,” said Fennec.

The wound in Boba’s side was starting to throb now, the flow of blood slowing but the ache of an injury setting in. He gritted his teeth. “Say what you mean,” he said. Boba could trust Fennec to do that, if he asked.

Fennec shot Boba a slightly-less dire look. Her idea was a good one, then.

“Who do we know,” Fennec said, propping her elbows up on her knees, “that’s a good fighter, a good hunter and can’t be bought? Who would probably try to punch whoever thought to buy him out of a contract he’d already taken, Hutt or not?”

Boba blinked. “You don’t mean Djarin,” he said.

“Of course I mean Djarin,” Fennec said. “Unless you know any other loca bounty hunters. Djarin’s good. He got me, you know.”

“I know he’s good,” Boba replied, confused. Djarin’s skill wasn’t at question. “But he’s not the syndicate-joining type, Shand.”

“What, you think he’s the crusading type?” Boba and Fennec had left Djarin on a light cruiser with Bo-Katan Kryze and a pair of her fanatics. Boba didn’t know what Kryze wanted to do next and he didn’t care, either, as long as she did it on the opposite end of the galaxy, but he’d assumed that Djarin would band up with her. That was what Mandalorians did, after all. They stuck with their own.

“Well,” Boba admitted, “he did take on the Empire.”

“To get his kid back,” Fennec disagreed. “He’s no Rebellion hero or resistance fighter, Boba. He’s murishani. Like you.”

“You think we’ve got enough clink lying around to keep him?” Boba asked, still skeptical. Djarin had been – tolerable. Competent. He had kept his word and had been only faintly surprised when Boba’d kept his, which had been a nice change from most of Boba’s interactions with other Mandalorians. “I don’t know if he’ll want to fight, Fenn. He took a few good hits on that cruiser.”

Djarin’d been hurt badly enough to need a dip in a bacta tank. Boba’d seen him out of the bacta, but that had been a few weeks ago. He didn’t know what Djarin was up to now.

A trained Mandalorian’s a good asset, though, Boba thought, grudgingly. Fennec was right about that. Djarin was a skilled hunter. And he had connections on Tatooine that Boba didn’t have. Djarin had saved that one town, with the Marshal who’d been wearing Boba’s armor. The ahra of Tatooine moved through Mos Pelgo.

If Djarin could be convinced – if he accepted a contract –

Fennec gave Boba one of her knowing half-smiles. She reached into her coat, then pulled out a lump of dark grey metal, and slid it to Boba.

One hand still pressed to his side, Boba picked up what she’d offered him, and raised his eyebrows.

“Beskar,” he said. He didn’t have to touch the metal bare-handed to know what it was. He would recognize beskar blind. His body knew it, even if he’d never been offered any. Even if he’d had to take what little he had. “Where’d you get this?”

“Where do you think?” Fennec replied. “The worm had a great big pile of it in one of his little treasure-caves. Worth a bit more than a peggat to a Mandalorian, don’t you think?”

Boba stared at the beskar ingot for a second, some of his exhaustion dropping away. He was glad that he’d found Fennec in the desert. She did have a unique way of approaching a problem. “Alright,” Boba said, curling a hand over the metal. “That’s not a bad idea.”

#ast asks #ast 'verse pov tag

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horatio-fig · 1 year

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Could Maul Come Back?

Maul Died.

However. It’s not like he was decapitated or lost anything serious. He didn’t even get stabbed though the chest. He’s survived worse. Not to mention, he was ‘killed’ on Tatooine.

Now, these events happen around 11 years apart, but remember the other person who was killed on Tatooine.

Granted a shot to the stomach is different from a lightsaber to the chest, but hear me out. The Modifier on Tatooine was able to save her.

Maul would probably be easier to modify anyway because you don’t have to match it up to organs, he’s already mostly machine.

Also, The Modifier and The Mods having links to Maul kind of makes sense. Boba Fett isn’t a crime boss, it makes no sense that he could just take over and start running Mos Espa (and his operation doesn’t really take off until The Mods join).It would make much more sense if they are really on loan to him from Maul and Maul is the puppet master behind Boba’s sucsess. (Maul who has ties to Cad Bane don’t forget)

Finally, Maul survived for years because his hate for Kenobi kept him going. He spends the rest of his life tracking Kenobi down and when he is defeated by him, he can finally let go and die.

Unless.

It wasn’t the hate for Kenobi that was keeping him alive. It was his hatred for Palpatine the whole time. Palpatine took more from him that Kenobi ever did, and seeing as Palpatine burns through apprentices like they’re toilet paper, chances are Maul has figured out Palpatine planned for, if not orchestrated, his ‘death’ on Naboo.

By the end of The Clone Wars Maul has become obsessed with stopping Palpatine, and if he has a feeling he is still alive, I imagine Maul would stay alive long enough see to him gone for good.

But of course, he can’t defeat Palpatine without his Maulalorians…and wouldn’t you know it, the Maulalorians are returning…

#star wars theory #Darth Maul Theory #Maul lives #darth maul #the book of boba fett #the mandalorian s3 #maulalorians #Mandalorian speculation

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plexflexico · 2 years

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When The Seas Sigh and The Sands Weep - A Boba Fett Fic

Characters: Boba Fett, Femme Reader

Rating: Currently SFW - Let's see how long that lasts.

Word Count: 3k

Notes: This is an 18+ work, as is everything else I write.

Content Warnings: Mature themes. Canon compliant themes. Expect violence. The realities of life in a place where they have a literal CRIME BOSS. Some light geology. Heavy hand holding.

Part 1

Midday in Mos Espa.

The relentless suns are baking the dust in the streets to an even finer powder as you’re contemplating closing up shop early; day-dreaming about an early dinner, a cup of tea, and an early night.

The bell above your door clanged flatly and the curtain that keeps out the sun and dust is swept aside, interrupting your thoughts, as a Gamorrean trundled in.

This was slightly unusual since Gamorreans on Tatooine rarely had need of a pharmacy, most often being in the employ of some crime boss or other who took care of them or didn’t as they saw fit, and you can’t remember the last time one had set foot in your shop.

“Welcome,” you say brightly. “Can I help you find anything in particular?”

The boar squeals a short mid-pitch squeal, followed by a low and cut-off grunt as he nods and reaches into his belt pouch for a data pad. Tapping at it he turns it around and makes a motion for you to take it.

“This is quite an extensive list, it’s going to take me a bit to prepare some of these. Did you wish to wait or—”

He gestures for the data pad and quickly taps out a message.

You can deliver this to the Daimyo’s palace when it’s ready? He will make payment there. Keep the data pad and return it to him then.

An electric shock bursts up your spine and you do your best to keep your voice even, “Certainly. Please let the Daimyo know I will deliver his order this evening, just after dinner.”

A brusque nod and a quick, yet ceremoniously polite bow from the hired muscle and you were left to watch the curtains’ fringes ruffling in the breeze, wondering— and worrying a little too— about why a Daimyo would want to patronize your small shop over any one of the dozens of larger shops that dealt in every possible substance, legal and otherwise, that one could want.

Shaking your head and chiding yourself for your moment of unprofessional professional jealousy you head over to the counter and begin making a list of ingredients you’ll need.

***

It took you half the afternoon to compound the salves and ointments and another hour after that to process, weigh, and package the various herbs and minerals which were then carefully boxed or bottled, each with a neat label affixed to note the contents and dose.

It was obvious from the list that the person these were for has suffered acid burns, has trouble sleeping, difficulty with appetite, scarring that’s contracting— but beyond that there were some herbs requested that were purely used for fragrance and oil-imbued salts intended to soften and perfume bathwater. The scents were simple and clear, with the fragrance of clean air and salt spray, so different from the locally popular spicy, musky, or sweetly floral scents most asked for.

Some say the seas that once covered the surface of this world didn’t vanish, they simply slipped below the sands to hide from those who lacked respect for the waters and their ways— that before they went to hide, the oceans whispered the secrets of living in a dry world to the Tuskens, who exchanged a sea of water for a sea of dunes on the promise that when they were ready to move freely across the face of Tatooine in harmony with the planet once more the seas would climb from the sands and live among the Desert People again, bringing prosperity and peace. The oceans would return and there would be water enough for everyone—

Chuckling to yourself softly you begin to pack up the bottles and jars and start thinking about what you’re going to have for a quick early dinner before you bathe and dress to meet the new Crime Boss of Tatooine. Daydreaming about stories and legends could wait.

***

Arriving at the Palace gate at dusk you were surprised to see the same Gamorrean, along with a partner, waiting to escort you and you were glad they were there so you wouldn’t wander about the massive complex filled with people you barely knew, if you knew them at all.

Some kids from the mod gangs were hanging about, but to your surprise they didn’t lurch at you as you passed, sneering, to try to intimidate you. Instead they gave respectful nods and went back to scanning the streets with watchful eyes.

Hired muscle, huh? It’s good to see them with a little more colour, and looking like they’re no longer scrounging for scraps.

You’re led through the halls and down, down, down. Your escorts don’t have much to offer in the way of conversation, yet they’re attentive of you, carrying the small crate you packed the medicines in and grunting with menace to set scurrying anyone blocking the way.

Eventually you arrive at a door at the end of a long, wide hallway. The boar on your right punches some buttons to reveal a large, comfortable chamber furnished with some couches and tables, a desk in the corner, and some other areas obviously meant for talking or relaxing in small groups.

The walls and floors are carved of the same stone as the rest of the palace, the fabrics of the furniture and lampshades reflecting the palette of the desert far above and the golds and blues of the sky above that, with subtle lighting pooling here and there to invite a guest to a comfortable couch, or a particularly interesting sculpture tucked into a niche.

The Daimyo rose from his seat in the alcove where two chairs upholstered in deep blue silk were nestled next to a brazier and some small side tables with food and drink.

You had seen a glimpse or two of him, heading in and out of Garsa Fwip’s place or going about his business in town, but seeing him face-to-face like this— at ease, dressed in loose black pants with a soft, belted black tunic, smiling gently— it made your heart do something odd and your head feel a bit like you’d been dipping into your jars of soporifics.

Stars, he’s beautiful…

You knew he was a clone of Jango Fett, like the entire GAR had been so long ago. You’d seen posters of the clones and holos, too, but none of them compared to this man in front of you now.

Stars, he’s beautiful…

You already thought that. Shake it off, girl. He’s a Daimyo and likely has a thousand women far more exciting than you throwing themselves at him.

“I am Boba Fett. Thank you for coming. Please,” he gestures towards the chair opposite him. “Sit. Have a drink.”

His voice is deep and rich, washing over you like sunset and warm wine.

Stop it! You’re acting like a teenager!

“Thank you,” you murmur, lowering your head slightly to hide your blush.

The chair is deep and soft and he remains standing until you’re seated, settles himself, and pours you a glass of a light, dry wine. The boar who was carrying the Daimyo’s order sets it down beside him on a low table, then marches out of the room.

“As I’m sure you’ve guessed, most of this order is for me.”

His gaze is calm, his air is that of a man discussing the weather instead of his obviously severe medical issues. He takes a leisurely sip of his drink before continuing, “Before we settle payment I would like to know if there’s anything else you could recommend that might help.”

You smile, feeling less nervous as you fall back on a more professional demeanor, “Yes, and I’ve included them in that box on top. Obviously, if you would agree to answer some questions about your injuries and the course of treatment up to now, and perhaps let me examine some of the scarring, I could let you know what would be most helpful to you.”

He chuckled, eyes glinting in the glow of the brazier, “I’m happy to answer questions but maybe we’ll save the hands on stuff for later?”

Is he flirting with you?

You can’t help but return his smile, though you do your best not to make eyes at him too much. A little, yes. After all, he’s a crime boss and it’s not like he’s going to report you to the Pharmacological Society for censure.

Boba refills his glass and yours, then settles back and begins his story…

***

“...and the bacta treatments are working, but when I’m not in the tank for a while the scars get tight. I find it hard to relax— hard to sleep.”

His gaze is far away— on the sands of the Dune Sea under punishing twin suns. In the belly of the sarlacc. Somewhere else, unknown to you, where the scars on the inside were first opened.

He sighs and drains his glass, smiles at you wryly, but his eyes hold something akin to desperation.

“So, Doc, what do you recommend?”

“Well, I’m no doctor, but I think the salves and supplements that were requested, plus the additional ones I’ve prepared, will help a great deal— but if you have access to as much bacta as you say you’re doing as much as anyone could for the physical scars and lingering injuries.”

“And for the rest of it? What do you recommend for that?”

“Stay away from the sleep-herbs and the pills unless it is absolutely necessary, and use them only for a night or two at a time. You’ll grow used to them and they won’t resolve the underlying problem, just mask it.” Pausing, you take a long sip of the lovely cool and crisp wine, grateful for the warmth of the brazier chasing off the chill of stone walls. “There are some supplements that, along with a regimen of regular hours of sun exposure, will help you gain a rhythm your days have been missing, but you really do just need to learn how to relax.”

He poured more wine into his cup and stared at you over the rim as he drank, his eyes burning into you. He reached out to the plate of berries and picked one up between his finger and thumb, drawing it to his mouth— you couldn’t look away.

He sees you staring and laughs, catches your eye, and with a twinkle in his asks, “Do you have any idea how long it’s been since I had a chance to relax?”

The subtext isn’t so much subtext as it is just outright heavy-handed come-on, but at the same time his grin and the sparkle told you he's well aware that he's laying it on thick, letting you know that he's serious enough, but also not serious at all if turned out you weren’t on the same page.

Alright, this wasn’t at all how you’d planned to spend your evening but it’s better than a cheesy holo and a moisturizing facepack, isn’t it? After all, getting on the good side of a crime boss can’t be all that bad for business. He’ll need a lot of patching up, no?

…and he’s so damn beautiful.

You raise an eyebrow at him, swirling your drink, “I would have thought that a man like you— one in your position— would have many opportunities to relax with pleasant company. One of the perks of the job, isn’t it?”

“Maybe I don’t like it so easy,” came his retort. “What about you?”

“My work keeps me busy— and no, I’m not easy,” is your cheeky reply, your reward a warm and genuine laugh from the man across from you.

You lean over to snag a ripe purple berry from the tray, giving him a glimpse of your cleavage. His eyes are on your lips as you slip the fruit past them, your tongue darting out to catch a drop of juice.

Suddenly he stands, touching a button on a panel in the wall beside him. The sound of light, soft music floats through the room and he takes your cup from your hand, setting it on the table.

“Dance with me,” he says softly, holding your gaze.

Slipping your hand in his you rise and follow him to the open space by the alcove. His arms come around you lightly, enveloping you, and you feel the galaxy reduce to him and his broad shoulders and chest, his strong legs, his heat, and the musky, cleanly male scent of him.

He’s light on his feet, as anyone with his reputation in a fight would be. He swirls you around slowly, and as the music goes on you find yourselves talking about everything and nothing, dancing around the delicious tension between you as you turn across the floor.

“...and of course she had the blaster hidden in the one place I didn’t think to look—”

“Boba! You can’t be serious! In her—” You couldn’t help the blush that rose in your cheeks as you were left wondering how the hell she got it back out, never mind getting in there in the first place.

“I can’t think of anywhere else she might have hidden it,” he teased.

You were laughing, he was laughing, and then you noticed the music had stopped but you didn’t care because you were sure you wanted to kiss him— as sure as you were that he wanted to kiss you—

He leans towards you, bringing his lips to your ear, “Let’s go sit down.”

His voice is so low it’s almost a whisper and his hand tightens just the barest amount on your waist before he turns gracefully to lead you back to the cozy corner by the brazier.

When you’re settled again he pours out more wine, smiling and meeting your eye now and then in a charmingly suggestive way.

“I didn’t plan for tonight to turn out like this,” he says in a thoughtful tone.

“I didn’t either but I’m happy it did.” You’re trying to stay on an even keel but the wine, the music, and Boba have got your head spinning, “I don’t generally dance with my clients.”

“I don’t generally dance,” he says and then, wonder of wonders, actually seems to flush as he ducks his head and takes a sip of his wine.

You’re thinking of something coy to say when you’re interrupted by the sound of the door swooshing open.

Immediately Boba’s entire being changes. He’s on alert as he rises and turns to face the door, his broad frame coming between you and whoever has interrupted you. Dangerous and commanding, it’s enticing and slightly frightening in the best way.

“This had better be good,” he barks.

“Apologies, Lord Fett,” comes the oily, nervous voice of the former mayor’s former majordomo. “Lady Shand has asked me to find you. There— There is—”

“Out with it!”

The majordomo audibly swallows and you can practically smell his fear, “Lady Shand requires your assistance with a matter of— security. She advised it can’t wait.”

A barely perceptible flash of annoyance. A clench of a fist that might be missed if he wasn’t quite so close—

“Tell Fennec I’ll be with her shortly, and then come back here. You’ll take my guards and escort my guest home safely.”

Rising from your chair you see the obsequious twi’lek bow gracefully and hurry out the door, moving with purpose in a way that suggests a nervous gliding more than a run.

Boba turns back to you, his face again a study of soft warmth, “I’m sorry that we have to cut this short.”

“I am, too.”

You feel it again, that current between you causing sparks to dance along your spine. A sense of wanting more, wanting to be back in the circle of his arms, overwhelmed by him.

He reaches out and takes your hand lightly, and it feels so much more intimate than even the length of his strong body pressed against you as you danced together.

“May I see you again?”

The warmth of his deep brown eyes reflect the glow of the brazier, and the hope there speeds your pulse.

“Please—”

It comes out sounding breathier and more needy than you intended, but you feel no shame— you can’t feel any shame when you see the smile that curves his lips and gives him the most pleasant little crinkles at the corners of his eyes.

“I’ll call on you tomorrow—”

“I close my shop around nineteen hundred.”

Boba raises your hand to his lips, barely brushing your skin as he holds your gaze with an intensity you hope to see again, “I look forward to it.”

There’s reluctance when he lets go of your hand, thrilling you, and as he stands tall and loses the softness— when the air of ‘commander’ overtakes that of ‘shy lover’— it’s even more of a thrill.

He bows slightly, and almost clicks his heels together as he turns to leave. His muscular back and strong legs leave you feeling strangely weak—

It isn’t more than another minute, perhaps two, before the majordomo returns with the guards who were your escort on arrival. They bow to you, making you feel oddly self-conscious. You’re entirely unused to anyone showing you deference as if you were above them, instead of just a pharmacist running a small shop while they’re in the personal employ of the Daimyo.

“My sincerest apologies for interrupting your evening. We will see you safely home, if you’ll follow me?”

He gestures broadly and flamboyantly to the door as the gamorreans take up positions behind you on each side, and together you make your way back up to the main level of the Palace.

The streets are rarely empty in Mos Espa, and your little entourage draws eyes, but only for as long as it takes for them to catch the attention of the boars behind you— and that’s when they look away as if you’d never been the subject of their questioning glances at all.

Oh, the rumors will be flying fast and thick now. Part of you is embarrassed by the attention, but a larger part of you can’t wait for the stir when the Daimyo comes to call on you tomorrow.

To Be Continued

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The Book of Boba Fett fanrewrite. Chapter 1. The Daimyo of Tatooine

Summary: A simple retelling of TBOBF I wrote to improve my writting. Doesn’t include any exciting plot changes (yet). But feel free to read if you like reading devoloping writers and (hopefully) seeing them improve. Tw: Mentions of r*cism, Mentions of s*xism, D*ath, M*rder.

A/n: This is the first fanfic I’ve posted in years so please be kind to me lol. Also not a native english speaker and dyslexic so fair warning. Super thankfull for any interactions and lmk if you wanna become moots!!! ((: <3

Not a single word was uttered as Bib Fortunas lifeless corpse laid on the palace floor. Both staff and patrons alike stared upon the throne in the center of the room, as Boba Fett took his seat. It had been years since Han Solos escape, and as daimyo Bib had made sure to let all of Tatooine know of both Jabbas, and Fetts perishing during the ordeal. In all fairness it had seemed like Fett for sure was finished when he got swallowed by the sarlacc, and telling people that you survived the same fight that claimed the life of what might have been the galaxys fearces bounty hunter, served Bib well while establishing himself as the new crime lord of the small desert planet. However, Boba Fett was never the one to count out. Thanks to stone hard determination and his beskar armor set, was Boba Fett able to escape the belly of the monstrous beast. It took some time to get his bearings back, and he wasn’t any longer the man he once was, but the moment he had escaped the jaws of Tatooines feared sarlacc, he knew what he needed to do. If he was no longer going to be the galaxys most esteemed bounty hunter, he would become its most respected crime lord.

Jabbas throne was big, Not shocking as it was designed for a Hutt. As Boba Fett leaned back making himself comfortable in it. Fennec Shand leaned on to one of its oversized armrests. Fennec was a highly regarded bounty hunter in her own right, but following a fight with another famed Mandalorian she too had suffered serious injuries. Maybe it was finding each other during such vulnerable times, that was what led Boba and Fennec to grow so fond of one another. Fond might be a bit too strong of a word for their relationship. They did not go to pod races together, they didn’t spend their weekends trying to sober up and drag the other one out of the cantina after one too many drinks. No, they simply shared some similar experiences. Experiences that though not being rare amongst their profession, were rare to be shown sympati for. Especially from another bounty hunter. But thanks to this understanding between them, Boba and Fennec were committed to together reach their goal of taking charge of the criminal underworld of the little speck of sand in the Outer Rims known as Tattoine.

“Listen up, you all work for me now”. Bobas voice took hold of the room with the same force as the man himself had just minutes earlier as he blasted his way in and killed daimyo Bib Fortuna. Violence being an inherent part of life in Mos Espa had preemptively prepared the palaces workers for this scenario. Violence equals power equals control. And it was clear to all that Boba Fett was the one in control right now. “You there! Clean this up”. The new daimyo yelled at a Gamorrean guard while casually waving his boot in the direction of his predecessors corpse. The green pig-like creature picked up the body of the man he had been serving under for the past five years and walked through the palace all without showing a single emotion. The light of the twin suns simmered into the corridor windows as the appointed guard walked his way out to the backside of the infamous castle of crime. “Hrrkg”. It’s hard to tell the difference between a Gamorrean sighing and speaking, and even when he was alive Bib had never bothered to learn it. Neither had Jabba. Talking to themselves had become normal for the guards. Indifferently the forest colored alien through his former bosses corpse down the edge of the cliff on which the palace was built. The desert heat scorching the lifeless body at the bottom of the ravine. “To the rest of you, I want this place looking respectable for your new daimyo ones I return”. Boba ordered sternly as he got out of the throne he’d just claimed, walking out to the streets of Mos Espa with Fennec at his side.

“So what now”? He asked in a noticeably softer tone. “We make our rounds, let the people of Tatooine meet their new ruler”. Fennec answered, focused. The whispers were so many that they together sounded like shouts. Everyone had something to say as the famed and long presumed dead bounty hunter made his way through town. “No way. It’s an imposter, it has to be”. “Mom, mom!!! Who is that”? It was clear that no matter how hard the people tried to keep on with what they were doing, the return of Boba Fett had everyone on edge. Overhearing the curious kid questioning their mother, Boba made his way over to them leaning down to face the child. The youth stared into the sightline of the mandalorian mask. “I am Boba Fett”. He declared with an unusually warm voice before standing back up. “...And I am the new daimyo of Tatooine”! He declared for all bystanders to hear now in a much harsher tone. The same silence that had fallen in the palace was now to be found on the main street of Mos Espa. But unlike earlier at the palace, Boba was not the one to break the silence.

“Hahaha”. A loud and boastful laughter was the only thing heard as the people of Tatooine stood frozen in fear and suspense. Turning around to see who would dare to disrespect him like that Boba saw an older man standing tall and unwavering in the self proclaimed crime lords presence. “This planet hasn’t had a real daimyo since Hutt. Fortuna might not be half as influential as Jabba but if you think he’s going to allow you to walk around his streets for another hour you’re-“. “Bib Fortuna was shot dead by Boba Fett this afternoon”. Fennec interrupted assertively. The man looked noticeably less smug. But that did not stop him from talking back to the two legendary bounty hunters. “He only controlled a third of the territories, good luck taking on the families”. The continued back talk started to get on Bobas nerves. He took a sturdy step towards the mouthy man. “They will submit, or they will die. Just like the rest of you”. Bobas voice once again captivated the crowd. “Understood”? He asked, staring down the heckler. “Yes, my daimyo”. He replied, while looking away from the green and red helmet covering the face of the man that had just claimed his home planet. Without saying a word Boba and Fennec went back to walking down the same busy street, just as full but almost completely quiet this time.

As the pair continued their round they got to downtown Mos Espa. The rumors of Boba Fett having returned, and laid claim to areas belonging to his former employer Jabba the Hutt were already spreading across the town. Being an effective and influential daimyo not only meant that one should be respected by ordinary citizens, but also by the other prominent figures of the community. It was for that reason Fennec and Boba deemed Sanctuary as their next stop. Sanctuary, as the name might imply, was one of the few peaceful places at the center of Tatooine. The casino managed to be the only place where people could drink and gamble without it escalating into blaster fights and bar brawls. The fact that Sanctuary managed to become the actual sanctuary that it was, was all thanks to one woman, Madam Garsa Fwip. Garsa was an abnormality in the criminal underworld. An established and respected Twi'lek woman was not the norm among cantina owners. In fact many of them shared a saying, “Twi’lek girls belong on the poles or on their knees”. The fact that she ran such a profitable and well managed business in spite of the racism and sexism she faced might have been what led the people to realize just how tough she really was.

Warm and hospital feel from the live band playing Space Jizz and customers chatting could make just about anyone feel relaxed. Boba unconsciously relaxed his armored clad shoulders as he and Fennec walked into Sanctuary. Through the bustling bar crowd Madam Fwip effortlessly stood out. Thanks to both a tall and slender build, as well as a pair of heels expensive enough to rival that of a queen or a senator, the two directly laid eyes on her. And she, on them. The cantina owner made her way to greet her establishment's newest guest. “Lord Fett”. She said doing curtsy to the man. No one could argue that Boba Fetts presence wasn’t huge. But in actuality he, and the rest of the clones of Jango Fett stod quite short. The pink hued Twi’lek stood above him, but that did not hinder her from treating him as her superior. Letting men feel in power around her was something Garsa was used to. And it had come to serve her well, no matter how often it could feel demeaning. Why reveal a strong hand when your opponent already deems it weak. “Please, allow us to clean your helmets. On the house of course. Two other Twi'leks, one green and the other blue, relieved Boba and Fennec of their helmets and walked away to clean them.

This was the first time the new daimyo had been without his mask since taking his title. Though aged and somewhat scared there was no mistaking that he was who he said he was. Even though he often had kept his helmet on, his face was still known across the galaxies. Not so surprising since he shared that face with every other clone issued by the former jedi republic. “I presume you’re here to inform me of the new normal around things now that you are the one in charge, let's go to my office”. Garsa led them up a teal colored spiral staircase to the casinos upper floor. The stairs led up to a room filled with tables with people playing sabacc and other games designed to make them lose as much money as possible as fast as possible. “Here”. The hostess stopped in front of a cream colored door that had blended into the wall until she pointed it out. “Will she join us?” She asked, gesturing towards Fennec. “She will”. Boba answered concisely as they made their way into Garsas office.

The room was quiet. For what seemed like pretty thin walls, they isolated sound surprisingly well. At the very end of her office Garsa had a sturdy desk set up with a chair on each side. However at the center stood a lower table with two sofas facing each other. She laid down in one of these sofas, as Boba and Fennec took a seat in the other. “Tell me daimyo, what will life under your rule be like?” The Twi’lek woman asked. For someone not leading the discussion she sure knew how to take charge of it. “All that I ask is that you respect me as your boss, and that you pay your taxes”. Boba established. “Well that won’t be a problem. Serving under anyone other than Fortuna is an improvement”. Garsa replied with a small giggle. Unmoved by the attempt to stroke his ego, Boba Fett continued laying out the conditions on which he planned to rule. “What percentage did you pay him?” “Ten, but he raised it to twelve not too long ago. We’ll be earning you hundreds of thousands of credits a month, no need to worry Lord Fett”. Garsa ensured, proud of running one Tatooines most profitable businesses that didn’t involve freezing people in carbonite. “It’s getting raised again, from now on you’ll be paying twenty”. Boba stated. “Ehh.. Lord Fett, I’m sorry but… with all due respect I don’t see why’d you need that. The money that doesn’t go to your pocket goes back into this place, to ensure that it’ll grow even more profitable for you”. Madam Fwip stutterd shocked by the demands that had been made on her and her business. “Boba Fett is the one who owns this place, just as he is the one who owns the rest of Mos Espa. You are to follow his demands and be grateful he allows you to be in charge of such an important venture of his”. Fennec said without raising her voice. It’s not like that was something a top assassin like her needed to do to get their point across. And across it got. Biting her tongue Garsa Fwip nodded as she accepted the new terms she and her cantina were to serve under. She followed the two out as they got their newly clean and almost shiny helmets back. Fennec walked out first, giving the daimyo and his new subject a short moment for themself. “I’m sure serving under you will be a pleasure Lord Fett”. Garwsa said with a smirk balancing the line between ironic and flirty. “Thank you Madam Fwip, I promise you and the rest of Tatooine are going to fare well under the rule of Boba Fett”.

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itcamefromthetoybox · 2 years

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Disney’s “The Godfather”

Growing up as a child of the 90’s and early 2000’s, I absolutely adored Boba Fett. And why wouldn’t I? He was the mysterious, badass bounty hunter who turned out in the EU to have a warrior’s code of honor. He looked cool, he kicked ass, and he was generally awesome. Unless you only watched the movies, in which case, he’s that chump who got taken out by a blind dude. Anyways, Disney wants to make new “Star Wars” content, which means that almost every single character’s getting a show or movie. But the thing is, the average, non-super nerd has only seen Boba Fett go out like a loser in the movies and has no reason to think he’s all that. So Disney, seeking to fix that, decided to bring him back in “The Mandalorian” and show people that yes, this guy is in fact the biggest badass in the galaxy. And after reestablishing Fett’s cred, he was then given his own series, where he pretty much goes through the plot of “Dances With Wolves” and comes out as a major crime lord. It was awesome. He rides a kaiju and fights a mech. Anyways, I love him and grabbed the “Star Wars Retro Collection Boba Fett (Morak).” The question is, though, as awesome as Boba Fett is, is this figure a worthy addition to your “Star Wars” collection?

We’ve talked about the Retro Collection before, but let’s rehash for any new readers. The line recreates the figures and aesthetics from the original “Star Wars” toyline In the 1970’s. This means that the figures tend not to be screen accurate a lot of the time and have very simple designs with limited articulation, but this is very intentional, since it’s meant to look like a toy you’d find in those ancient days of old. The figures as a whole tend to come with a few accessories, at most, and articulation in the legs, arms, and neck.

The friendliest little mob boss.

This Boba Fett is no exception to that rule. In terms of articulation and design, he’s not exactly revolutionary. What you see is what you’re going to get, but this does give an excellent trade-off. This Boba Fett is actually pretty screen accurate, with a great amount of detailing. Unlike the first Retro Collection Boba Fett, which was designed to look like the original toy from “Empire Strikes Back” instead of the actual character, this figure is very screen accurate, which is due to how he’s meant to match an on-screen character. He has deep, fresh colors that reflect how the character is restarting his life and sculpted clothing under his armor that doesn’t get in the way of the toy. As a nice call-back to how the first Boba Fett toy was supposed to have a firing missile, this Fett’s jetpack looks like it can fire a missile at first, though it can’t.

Awesome supporting cast sold separately.

Boba Fett comes with two guns he can hold in his hands: his iconic gun and a space pistol. This actually brings me to my two big complaints with this toy. First, he doesn’t have a tight grip on his guns. If you’re not careful, he can and will drop them easily. Considering they’re small and black, you can imagine how easy they are to lose. The other complaint is that they can’t be stored anywhere. Fett has a sculpted hoister on his leg, but it can’t actually store either gun. Basically, you will lose at least one of those guns. There is no denying it. It is the will of The Force. This is actually a step up from the first Retro Collection Boba Fett, though. Only one of that Fett’s hands could hold a gun, and even then, he couldn’t hold it well. So in comparison, this is great.

Looked away for two seconds and already have no idea where these went.

Retro Collection Boba Fett (Morak) is supposedly available at retail for about $10. I say “supposedly” because the Retro Collection tends to be very hard to find in physical stores, at least where I live. I actually got lucky and grabbed the last one Walmart had. The figure is meant for collectors, but kids would like it a lot too. Just make sure they’re above the “eating small items” phase. Would I recommend this toy? Honestly, yes. Aside from my complaints about his weapons, he’s a fun toy who would go great in a “Star Wars” collection. Now remember, the Retro Collection is hard to find, so if you see Fett in stores, don’t hesitates. This is JL, signing off and wishing you Happy Toy Hunting!

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WIP

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Talking to the dead (tangled au)

Mand’alor the lost

What the living do rewrite

How the living go on living and the dead go on living with them (what the living do sister story)

No children (looper au)

The glass wall

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[So these are the ones i’ve actually started writing. i have another list of ideas/disembodied snippets. which is. yeah. there are a lot. oh my god there are so many. why are there so many.]

Amnesiac Fox- fox&maul. Maul finds fox on a distant planet, in a small town (one that bears a striking resemblance to small town americana) unaware of the greater galaxy and pretty convinced that he’s lived in this dead end town all his life. Maul is so utterly baffled by this, that he winds up forgetting that he isnt the type of person who would try and help, and tries very hard to help Fox.

Obi Wan and Jango’s dream(s)- due to some kind of force event, Obi Wan gets trapped in a repeating cycle where he is living in a fantasy world, with no clue that this isnt his life. Each chapter is a different story cliche, (so theres a coffee shop one, one where he’s a dentist, a professor one, one where he’s an aerobics teacher) and he doesnt remember the last in the next. However, twist! he’s somehow dragged Jango in to this and Jango does remember, and he is not impressed. Jango thought that he died, but now he is not dead and he’s beginning to think he has some regrets actually and if he’s alive, he would quite likely to be back in the real world (which was all going to shit when he ‘died’) however, instead, he’s stuck playing pretend with a Jedi. he’s pretty sure that this is Obi Wan’s fault. he is also pretty sure that the Jedi is only pretending not to remember and that this whole thing is just Obi Wan playing games with him. pretty much wrote this to make myself laugh tbh

Fox gets a job- Post war. Fox is looking for a job but does a terrible job at each interview he gets given (presumably deliberately) and keeps giving overly honest answers to questions (not ideal when you killed your last boss). In the end, he ends up falling in to work as a private investigator, finding people who are victims of underground cloning ops? But he refuses to take any payment and also doesn’t tell anyone he is doing this. It’s a little bit crime noir if you squint. Its’s quin/Fox with background Cody/Obi Wan.

Prime, the worst clone. In which Jango steals Cody’s job after Boba dies on Geonosis and the clones all hate him for it. after a battle, while he’s pretending to be a clone (because he has nothing better to do.he wasnt supposed to be the one that survived) he stumbles upon a cave, empty aside from a furnace and a armorer (unexpected.) before he can say anything, the armourer gives him a prophecy, telling him about the night of 1000 tears and saying that if he lets things continue, all Mandalorians will be dead in a few decades. meanwhile, Cody, away from jango, is not actually that concerned about being usurped, because being forgotten about has actually given him quite a lot of freedom and he’s completely worked it to his advantage.

Undead Fox- Where Palpatine messes with sith ruins he doesnt understand, and accidentally makes an unkillable clone. When Fox returns from the unsurvivable, acting creepy and like a man most likely possessed, Palpatine knows he’s messed up. There is something very wrong with this clone, people are going to notice and they’ll start asking questions he doesn’t want asked, so he kills him. Problem solved. Then, the next morning, Fox reports in to him, like every morning. Palpatine is disturbed, but resolves to do a better job next time, and then, Fox reports in again the next morning. In which, the guard, very loyal to their commander, resolve to look after whatever their commander has now become, and work very hard to cover up his many ‘deaths’ while Palpatine, continuously tries to kill him, before the Jedi trace back the eldritch horror residing in the guard barracks, to him. Palpatine is increasingly unsettled and finds himself too uncomfortable in Fox’s presence, to even consider trying to harness his power/experiment on him. He can’t bear to be in his presence and so rather than just locking him up, keeps trying to kill him in increasingly more inventive ways. Meanwhile, Fox is very strange, seems to be gettting stranger and is decidedly not human anymore, the guard find themselves trying to grieve for a man that can’t die.

Who killed chancellor palpatine- also wrote this one to make myself laugh tbh. half of it is written on paper? don’t know why i did that because i lost it and now i can’t remember what happens aside from an outline. i’m hoping i’ll find it because i want to read it again as i found it very funny the first time.

so it starts, with the Jedi launching an investigation as chancellor palpatine has been found dead.over the course of the story, literally everyone confesses to this murder, because they all think they are covering for someone, but then the person they are covering for is covering for someone else and so on. it’s in two parts, because when they finally establish that none of these people were involved. and actually rex and ahsoka were covering for each other, so thats the end of that line, it turns out that they don’t even have the right time of death, because palpatine was already dead during his ‘last few days’ and that was also a coverup, starting a whole new chain of people admitting to crimes they didnt comitt.

The unwanted and unintentionally abandoned- Post order 66 Boba and Korkie (Kenobi) team up. Exploration of what it is to be a bad father and how trying, isn’t always enough.

Post order 66, Obi Wan finds Cody. (reverse Cody finds Obi Wan on Tatooine.) Cody is not happy.

Venators are haunted- This is a long desc. cause i love it very much but don’t have much of it written (apart from the end and the begining). i want to get a ghost story vibe building throughout. where it goes from ‘obviously it’s not ghosts’ to ‘oh shit it’s ghosts’ and i’ve yet to figure that out lol

Palpatines plans end up falling apart because the Jedi are the only ones that will spend any time on the venators and so he has little to no control over the war as all of the non clone officers quit. The venators all have very bad vibes. cold spots. flickering lights. (initially blamed on the ships themselves) but then, as time goes on things are less easily explained (a childs laughter heard in the corridors, equipment unexpectedly breaking sometimes when they are about to head out in battle on the senates orders) at first the officers just refuse to live on the ships, saying that its too uncomfortable to live there, and then, they find that this stuff happens whenever clones are around and they start to become unsettled by the clones at large. the clones are entirely used to all of this and take it in their stride and the jedi are like. well. odd. but. what can we do about it.

As the war goes on, more strange stuff starts to happen, with fog coming out of nowhere in battle when things are turning bad, saving clones time after time and the other things are happening more and more. then, the fog starts to appear on the ship, and strange things begin to be written in spilt salt, fogged up mirrors, anywhere really. saying things like ‘sith senate’.eventually, the jedi start to pay attention to youngling rumours that the clones are haunted, but they are very nice about it and are like ‘well the ghosts seem to have their best interests at heart and they don’t seem to mind (the clones dont know any better)’.

Nobody can see the ghost/ghosts and there are many theories as to who they are (lost padawans, the clones that didnt make it, including those that died as children. ect) but actually, it’s Arla. in this AU, she does die with Jango’s parents, and when the first clones are born, she makes it her mission to stay with them. she cant really do anything, but over the years she finds more ways to make her presence known, and to influence the living (to try and help the clones). The story ends as a fixit, and when the clones are ‘safe’, the ghost moves on. (theres a bit at the end, where out of the view of the living, ghost arla reunites with jango (now that she’s fixed his fuck up) and they walk on to whatever is next together.

The one where everyone runs away- technically a sequel to ‘part of me died here so another could go on’ which I did not want to have a sequel. The whole point of it was that nothing changed. But then I started thinking about the idea of his brother being out there just eating Cody alive and began this. Cody has a fuck-it moment and starts sleeping with Obi Wan, but they end up having a full blown secret relationship, and then Cody runs off to find Ponds. Rako Hardeen happens and Obi Wan is like- Cody is going to see that I died! I have to find him and explain. Then Anakin finds out Padme is pregnant and decides that he needs to find Obi Wan. In Anakins absence, Ahsoka and Rex actually investigate the chips. Palpatine is sweating cause he wants to set off order 66 but like, Anakin is off trying to find Obi Wan so he keeps delaying things and then when he can’t delay any longer, he sets off order 66 and it… just doesn’t work. Literally, a chain of familial love just really really fucks up palpatines plans. Cody/obi Wan

Those that are forgotten and those that are just lost- Jango/Obi Wan. they meet on Mandalore during the civil war and within minutes of meeting, Jango sees a vision of himself killing Obi Wan years in the future. He ends up falling for him anyway.

A violent product of a violent world- Cody/Obi Wan. Chip CC2224 finds himself in competition with the man he once was for Obi Wan’s love. And then Cody starts trying to take over CC2224’s body.

Modern AU- The most convoluted backstory ever. There are Jedi but no force powers. There are no clones but there is a army of ‘brothers’. Palpatine is a billionaire with his hands in way too many pockets and is behind the wars (worldwide) but nobody knows. Obi Wan leaves the Jedi as he feels he can do more help as a civilian. Plo Koon and Quinlan leave as well and they are running a small civil rights advocacy venture in a tiny office. Obi Wan and Cody are in a long term relationship but Cody is still in the military which Obi Wan isn’t happy about. Jango is tied up in this series of wars but nobody (including him) knows how, just that his employer sends him on a job and next thing you know, there is a war in that place. Jango leaves a trail of almost identical looking babies behind him over a period of about 30 years, doesn’t acknowledge this until he finally decides that he wants to know who the hell is behind this all and whats actually happening and hands baby Boba to Cody.

The cycle ends with me- in which Luke runs away to tattoine to try and raise Ben Solo’s child and ‘end the cycle.’ Literally takes nothing from canon but names. I can not stress this enough, Rey and Ben Solo are at no point anywhere near being together. Rey is a lesbian and living her best life.

Slavery canon divergence- Jango & Obi Wan were slaves together in the past. Cody ends up driving Anakins redemption?

The dream/the pond- University prof AU in which all is perfect and actually a dream, reality starts creeping in and corrupting the beautiful

End credits- Codywan reverse happy ever after. (post order 66 happily ever after slowly unravels)

Cody tries to find himself by moving in to Rex and Ahsoka’s spaceship roomshare.

Obi wan raises anakin Modern AU- where Qui Gon (irresponsible absent dad) visits (just about) adult Obi Wan, turning up on his doorstep with a child (this is Anakin, your new brother) and then dies in an accident.

Suburban life- post order 66 Anakin and Padme living in perfect suburbia, on some distant planet, nobody knows them. They are desperately trying to make friends but everyone thinks they are utter weirdos. So they plot to bring Cody and Obi Wan to live there, to show everyone how normal they are. Cody and Obi Wan get completely strong-armed in to this (anakin and padme buy them a house without telling them and ask them to come ‘for a visit’). It goes badly, because Cody and Obi Wan are only normal, to Padme and Anakin and are really really strange to anyone else. Nobody in this neighbourhood knows about the war or the Jedi, and it seems very apparent to them that Cody grew up in some kind of cult, and Obi Wan is the kind of rich weirdo that doesnt think twice about marrying a guy born in to a cult. Padme and Anakin decide that the best way to go about things is to pretend they don’t know each other and then, when they’ve got an in, Obi Wan and Cody can spread the good word. It is immediately really obvious they know each other. so the neighbours just view Cody and Obi Wan as like some kind of plant sent to spy on their bbq’s/parties by Padme and Anakin.

Council chambers- Obi Wan walks in to a council chambers type limital space, full of representatives all of a possible future, each of them are terrible

Canon divergence where Obi Wan arrives on Kamino and finds it burnt out.

The Orb- Codywan on tattoine in which Obi Wan tries to tear apart reality to fix the past

The one where Cody’s chip breaks and he sets out as a bounty hunter after a woman hires him to find her husband

Genres.- the OG story (prequels and original trilogy) but each chapter is a different genre.

Anakin dies-. Padme living in the aftermath. Obi Wan can’t stand to see her as she reminds him of Anakin.

Bedtime stories from an alternative universe- A collection of stories from various universes running parallel to the prequels and what comes after. I started this one as a way to write the au’s that never got past the point of being ‘this is what happens’. it’s going to be a collection, of someone telling a kid a bedtime story and those stories, are actually some of my abandoned au’s lol. (believe it or not none of the au’s in this list so far are actually abandoned. these are the ones i’ve started writing (some of them are like. almost finished. thousands of words lol.) and intend to finish (lol). so this collection is the ones that i have truly abandoned.

What the living do sequels-

-And when the time comes to let it go, to let it go (Boba, Rex and Cody in the aftermath)

-Nothing is lost in life or love (Cody and Obi Wan live their best life after the war. Obi Wan hasn’t seen a ghost in years. Anakin is raising the twins by himself and so visits often to make this their problem.)

-You could make this beautiful sequels

-the one where Cody confronts Obi Wan about running

-the one where Luke tries to have a family dinner

The Not tangled au’s associated offshoots including:

-Rex and Ahsoka adventurers

-Boba Fett, criminal little brother

-The faceless warriors- In which Fox and a group of his brothers are a ghost story, but actually they are real.

-Cody the tired innkeeper, pining for the king. (Cody/Obi Wan)

-The sequel in which Luke gets engaged to Din, the prince of Mandalore and the Mandalorian’s tell the royal family where the Jedi went.

#for reference #ref #reference #mywriting ntwyw #don't mind this lol. i have far too many wip on the go as usual and am finding it hard to sort them in my mind so #thought i'd do an update of this post for my reference

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dgcatanisiri · 1 year

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I know it's working on what was established by the Sequel Trilogy, but... Well, the idea of the New Republic being in effect "meet the new boss, same as the old boss" is... Not a thing I particularly like.

Like... That was one of my (many) issues of the Sequels in general, the way that the New Republic just immediately collapsed back in on itself and did the Old Republic's fall in a speedrun fashion, like almost at ludicrous speed. And that was something that both the Abrams and Johnson movies did, to basically treat the New Republic as a useless faction that basically collapsed after the destruction of Hosnian Prime in TFA, letting the First Order claim dominance in the galaxy.

And it was all to pretty much snap the galaxy back to the status quo of the Original Trilogy, not establish a new galactic status quo, because it wanted "our heroes are the scrappy underdogs against the massive galactic power" as the way that these movies proceeded.

Like at least TFA took steps to justify it - the First Order was a fringe power, not taken seriously until they got their hands on a metaphorical nuke that they dropped on the capitol city, and the Resistance had been basically indicated as being a group assembled due to loyalty to Leia, to the woman who'd pretty much helped build the New Republic but was sidelined because of the "crime" of being the biological daughter of Darth Vader. Granted, some of that had to come from deleted scenes and novels/comics, but it was still the intention going in.

But TLJ and TRoS basically just went in the "Rebels versus Empire AGAIN!" direction. And, because they're now trying to basically justify things from the end backwards, the Mandalorian is showing these things basically not changing for the galaxy after the Battle of Endor.

I mean, Book of Boba Fett did the same by having Luke Skywalker basically rebuilding the Jedi with no attempt to address any of the reasons that it fell in the Prequels - when the Force sent a "Chosen One" who was the antithesis of the traditional Jedi, leading to the near-extinction of the entire Order... Maybe that was supposed to be a message.

It's really just emphasizing that from the fact that honestly... I don't think that the Star Wars universe is advancing since Disney started putting out things in it. It's not producing bad stories, for the record, I am not saying that I'm not enjoying things. But I do think that it's kinda unpleasant from the perspective of exploring this as a connected and whole universe, in that it just... spins its wheels for the foreseeable future, at least in the mainstream, where Disney+ is pretty much where most of the Star Wars content the majority audience is these days.

#dg rambles #as ever i just... don't want my star wars thoughts in the gen tags

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the-obiwan-for-me · 3 years

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Maybe it’s because my brain is overheated and underfed. Maybe I should have stopped at one hard seltzer tonight. Maybe I’m just avoiding working on my current impossible chapter. But a discussion in my beloved Obintine Forever discord inspired me, so I’m just going to say it.......

I don’t care if you’re Team Din or Team Bo-Katan when it comes to who should have the darksaber. Honestly, while my undying and unwavering love and support automatically means I am Team Bo-Katan, a large part of me just wants her to let him have it so she can retire with the love of her life, Fenn Rau, to some quiet Outer Rim planet and help her nephew, Korkie Kenobi and his wife, Lagos, raise their kids while occasionally getting drunk with her bff, Ahsoka, while they tell stories about the trauma of growing up a soldier. Occasionally she has to talk Mand’alor Din off the ledge as he tries to reunite the clans, but mostly its just her and all her great nieces and nephews and that hot ginger man of hers. That’s what my heart REALLY wants for my girl. Girl is tired. This is all obviously wishful thinking since probably just about everyone Bo has ever loved is DEAD.

But I digress (see: overheated and underfed; possibly drunk). What I was going to say was: you know who shouldn’t be Mand’alor? You know who doesn’t WANT to be Mand’alor?

BOBA FREAKING FETT.

Listen. I dig Boba. He was a cool ass villain in the OT. He has a pretty legit character arc in The Clone Wars (especially if you add in the episode they deprived us of with Blue Man Group....I mean Cad Bane). He was a karking BAD ASS in Mando. He’s cool. He’s right there on my list of “baddies I love with all my heart” along side Vader, Maul, and that silver fox, Director Krennic. I love that bald baddie.

BUT BOBA DOESN’T WANT TO BE MAND’ALOR. HE KRIFFED OFF AND RAN BACK TO TATOOINE WITH FENNEC AS SOON AS HE HONORED HIS DEAL WITH DIN “SHINY PANTS” DJARIN.

Boba wants to be a crime boss. And, you know what? Good for him. He’s worked hard all his life for just that, and now he has a chance to fulfill his life long goal.

So stop thinking he should be Mand’alor when HE DOESN’T EVEN WANT THE DAMN JOB (and do we blame him!?!).

End rant.

#rant #boba fett #bo katan kryze #din djarin #mandalore #mand'alor #let Boba be a crime boss #he doesn't even want the damn job #it's ok to let bad guys be bad guys #you're still allowed to think they're cool #and yes #I did sneak in a #korkie is a kenobi #are you new here?

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istherewifiinhell · 3 years

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Just thinking about Star Wars time lines like hmm what if...

[throws a dart at the list of star wars villains] darth maul... adopted...

[throws another at a similar list of errant and tragic children] boba fett?

#some shit #Star Wars #darth maul #boba fett #brain is a roulette wheel going ‘is this anything’#my brother told me a theory people had cause qi’ra apparently has beef with boba is some comic? and like what if they put her in bobf #which Ofc leads me to my favourite activity of Star Wars. does character x have any fucking clue what’s going on with event y #like let’s talk about the Sith Lord underworld crime boss please #but yes anyway something something criminals bad childhoods and having a big hate of one specific Jedi #fuck it boba fett crash lands of lotho minor or smth #u know how it is

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firstofficerwiggles · 2 years

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Boba Pett is an amazing name! And he definitely deserves to be told he is a good strong boy. Are you happy with how things turned out? Is there anything you still want?

Yes, it’s an incredible name, @grogu-explains-it-all let me know that he thought it was the only name I should consider. You know, mesh’la, anytime you want to come by the palace and meet him, you are more than welcome. I am sure Boba Pett would love to hear that you think he’s a good boy too.

Am I happy with how things turned out? Well, yes, and no. I am saddened by the lives that were lost in the fight, so many were unnecessary in my opinion but that is the work of the Pyke Syndicate. However, I am happy that we were victorious and that we rid the system of those blood suckers. I do owe a great debt to the new Mand’alor as well as to his foundling, Grogu, and I hope I can repay them some day. Also, between you and me, I really thought being a crime boss would be a lot easier, but there’s a lot more politics to it than I realized at first. I’m learning more each day though and I feel like I’m getting the hang of things. Fennec is a huge help too, and I’m fortunate to have her as my friend.

Is there anything I still want? Depends on what you’re offering, mesh’la. In all seriousness though, I would like to meet someone special. I’ve really never had that and I think it’s time that I did. It would be nice to have someone to share my life who’s more than a friend and who would be there in the good and bad times. I don’t know, maybe it’s silly to think an old guy like me could still find love, but I like to think it’s never too late.

Boba

#boba fett #star wars rp #wiggles character takeover #wiggles follower celebration

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3mmafr0st · 2 years

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Sharing the Throne

Boba Fett x Reader Arranged Marriage AU!

Warnings: Arranged marriage au so everything that comes with that, maybe smut later on if yall like this idea idk, also my bad writing is warning enough

Word Count: ~1.7k

Fear was a funny thing. It could hit you in and instant, a rapid burst of terror, a rapid burst of terror, or it could seep in slowly without you even noticing, slowly pooling and radiating outwards until you feel like you’re drowning in it. Your head tries to push yourself over the waves but the tide just keeps pulling you down. I was drowning, desperately trying to keep my head above water.

My room on the ship was large and lavish. Anything I could ever want or need, I had in here. Supposed to be a dream, right? But the size made me feel like an ant, helpless, counting down the minutes and seconds until my life would be ended under the heel of someone's boot. Even with the people surrounding me, spraying and curling, applying and blending as I sat there, their pretty little doll that I was, I felt utterly alone. I could feel the gaping hole that I felt inside me growing as the clock ticked down. At least the dress was nice, that’s a consolation prize at least.

“Are you excited, my lady?” The question burned in my brain. Excited was very much most definitely not the descriptor that I would use.

“I am prepared to do my duty to the family.” I spoke clearly, without emotion, fearing that even letting one feeling out would cause a tsunami of fear and anxiety to rear its ugly head. The woman who spoke to me was in front of me, applying various powders to my face as I sat there, my face a blank void.

“It’s ok to be nervous, miss. It’s not every day that you get married!” she giggled, but I could not bring myself to be joyful about the situation. I was to marry a man that I had never met, all in the name of allyship between the families. I know I was supposed to love my father, that was how you were supposed to feel about your family, but I couldn’t help but resent him for this, to what he was putting me through. He never asked, never gave me an option to choose who I wanted to be with for the rest of my life, instead my life was signed away, signed away to Boba Fett.

Finally, I was ready, well, on the outside at least. As I waited at the back of the procession, my fingers fiddled with the fabric of the dress, hoping that my father could not see the panic and dread in my eyes. My arm was linked with his, as I tried to steady my breathing, trying to control myself with long deep breaths. The mesh-like fabric that fell over my face tickled my nose and cheeks as I could hear the band begin to play. My niece started before me, lining the path with desert flower petals in front of us as my father and I began to walk towards the altar to the beat of the music. The farther I got down the aisle, the more my stomach began to turn and twist, making it harder to make each step. And then I saw him.

He wasn’t at all like I had expected. I had never seen the man’s face before, only stories told dozens of times over, catting changed and twisted with each new iteration and audience. From the stories told of the great and feared Boba Fett, I thought he would be much older, maybe with a long white beard and a look of intimidation and anger permanently on his face. However, he appeared to be younger than I thought, maybe in his mid fifties. The way he held himself was not that of a crime boss, I had seen enough to know, but of a nobleman, regal and strong. His mere presence seemed to command respect from the guests, radiating an air of strength. Maybe this wouldn’t be entirely suffering for the rest of my days, no one telling his stories ever mentioned how attractive the great and terrible Boba Fett was.

As my father and I drew nearer to the altar, he shook Fett’s hand before unhooking his arm from mine, passing me to the armor clad man I was to marry. His hand led me to where I was to stand with a grace that I had not expected from him. I had only seen him for maybe a minute, and had already been breaking the expectations that I had for him. As we settled into our respective places, Fett’s hand reached up and pushed the veil up and over my face. He gave me an awkward smile, very different from the stoic exterior and the ruthless man that legend told of. He was trying to break the tension, trying to make me feel more comfortable in the situation.

And the wedding went on, without interruption or hesitation, as the man stood between us read the vows. Finally, it had come to our turn to speak.

“Do you, Daimyo Boba Fett, take Y/N Tekarack, to be your wife?” Although his face looked stoic and cold in that moment, his eyes were kind and inviting.

“I do”

“And do you, Y/N Tekarak, take Daimyo Boba Fett to be your husband?”It was asked, as if I had a choice in the matter, but it was an illusion, made to convince the onlookers that I truly and deeply wanted this. “I do.”

There, there and then, the fear once again began to bubble forward threatening to burst forth from me. I was being pulled under, losing air and time. As the officiant announced the union, Fett drew closer to me, cupping my face in his hand in an act of comfort. The kiss was quick, so much so that I hadn’t any time to anticipate, but it was enough to cause the people witnessing to cheer. Fett offered his arm out to me, and I hooked my arm into his as the two of us made our way to the dinner hall.

The party had picked up as locals from Mos Espa, Fett’s guards and staff, and my own family heartily enjoyed the festivities put forth for them. Music filled the throne room as everyone with full bellies and full drinks began to dance to the music. Fett did not join in on the festivities however, preferring to watch the dancing and fun from the comfort of his throne, and so of couse, so did I. There had been a smaller throne built for me which sat directly next to his. The dress, although beautiful, was quickly becoming an annoyance, as it was tight and restricting on the top half, and increasingly difficult to sit in with the bottom half.

“Are you alright, little one?” His voice was low, almost a whisper as he leaned towards me. His tone was kind, gentle. It settled my fear slightly, the anxiety sitting in my chest waning.

“It’s nothing really, just the dress, I’m ok.” I told him.

“If you want, you may leave and change, if you wish.”

“But-”

“Don’t worry about the party, to anyone looking, it will just seem like we’re two newlyweds sneaking off for the night.” I could feel my face heat up at his insinuation, and although that scared me a little, I really did want to get out of this dress. As much as I was uneasy with the idea that people would think those things, I was equally if not more so uncomfortable with the party as people celebrated my marriage, watching my father enjoy himself after selling off his last daughter. I nodded, and Fett rose from his seat, reaching out a hand for me to take as I rose from my own. It took me a minute but once I was out of my seat, he began to lead me towards the exit.

As the two of us walked through the clay and stone hallways, I couldn’t help but notice how bleak the place looked. It was going to be difficult, trying to maneuver the many hallways when everything looked so similar. Fett walked with me in silence, taking me down halls and up staircases until we came upon a door.

“Here is your room, I hope it is to your liking”

“My room?’My nerves began to be replaced with sheer confusion at this. Wasn’t I as a wife, supposed to sleep in his bed? I am glad not to, as I barely know the man, but still.

“Yes, your room.” There is a small passcode box placed next to the door. Fett punches a few numbers in and the doors open.

Although the room was made of a similar sandstone as the rest of the palace, there was a key difference. The windows. There was a set of almost wall length windows along the back wall of the room that let in all of the light from the night sky. Although the place could use more of a personal touch, it was beautiful.

“It’s beautiful, thank you Daimyo.” A small chuckle left his lips, and I couldnt help but love the sound.

“There is no need for formalities between us, little one. Call me Boba, alright?” My stomach began feeling strange at that moment. Not in a bad way, per se, but different, something I had never experienced before.

“Okay, Boba.” The two of us stoof, looking at eachother in a sort of awkward silence. Neither of us quite knew what to do I think. I couldnt help but think that I might have gotten lucky. I knew, deep down in the very back of my head, that I was going to be married off just like my sisters before me. Out of all of the people it could have been though, I was glad it was Boba. He was kind to me so far, gentle and strong. I felt as if even though I had only known him for a short time, I could trust him.

“I’ll let you sleep. Goodnight, cyar’ika.” his frame filled the doorway as he began to leave. What the hell, I thought, and as fast as I could, stood on the very tips of my toes and gav him a peck on the cheek.

“Goodnight, Boba,” I told him as the door shut between us.

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