The King, the Soldier, and the Spy: Chapter 3
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In which our merry idiots fight, and possibly flirt.
The role of Mand’alor has shifted, over the centuries.
It started with the Dral’Haan, of course, but it’s continued from there. By Jaster’s time, the role of Mand’alor was a mixture of political figurehead, spiritual representative, and the acting leader of the standing army.
Whether or not the Mand’alor worked with the actual, functioning government that the New Mandalorians had set up to do things like ‘provide education’ and ‘stop price gouging’ and ‘set up public transportation,’ really varied from ‘alor to ‘alor. Jaster, for instance, had been on good terms with the Duke. Mercenary work hadn’t exactly been what the bureaucratic leader would have preferred to see, probably, but Jaster’s take on how to be warriors with honor had been one that earned the Duke’s respect… or at least his grudging acceptance and willingness to collaborate.
As Mand’alor, Jaster had been the leader of their people in name only—unless a war with a foreign power broke out, which it hadn’t—and his primary role in the functioning of Mandalorian government had been limited. He had needed to give his approval to the current civilian leader, providing an avenue for more traditional warriors that wouldn’t get in the way of the civilians’ actual governing, and being the central leader for those who swore the Resol’nare.
Technically, it wasn’t mandatory for him to approve the current elected Duke or Duchess, but it sure as hell made everyone’s lives easier when he gave the thumbs up to Kryze running most domestic and foreign policy.
Jango, in comparison, has been… slacking.
He’s not big on politics. Jaster was, presumably, going to teach him that at some point, but Jaster had died when Jango was fourteen, so… he’s been a bit more preoccupied with keeping the faction afloat and alive. More recently, he still hasn’t been doing a whole lot of politics, but he’s been training up some of the defense corps that Kryze has agreed is necessary. Implementation of pacifism as a government policy and core social tenet is all well and good, but it doesn’t do much against pirates.
(That little princess of his is still learning nuance, but… well, she’s only twelve. Or thirteen? Something like that. Jango had been a bit of a shitheel at that age, too.)
The past two years have seen Jango trying to make those same overtures that Jaster had once made. The Duke has been willing. He’s also been incredibly annoyed that Jango hasn’t played his part and done his duty in the… six years prior to that.
The voicemails are prissy, and self-righteous, and technically usually correct. Jango hates them. He gives them to Myles.
Myles gives them back, with the interest rate of a slap upside the head.
The intraplanetary trouble is handled by Journeyman Protectors. They train their own, but have been regularly cut down in numbers with the trouble caused by Death Watch and similar rogue elements. Jango’s been asked to supplement them, but mostly to set up the system defense corps, which are… not technically a standing army, because the Duke would pitch a fit if he set one up, but a necessary martial element to keep people safe from outside forces.
It's worked so far, at least. The Duke’s got the infrastructure to collect taxes, and Jango does get a cut now that he’s playing nice instead of haring off and… well, doing what he was doing from ages fourteen to twenty.
It does mean he has to whip some troops into shape, though. That part is slow-going. Apparently, it’s frowned upon to make anyone under the age of fourteen cry. Or break bones for training. Sure, accidents happen, but uh…
Yeah. Jango’s childhood with Jaster was apparently not the standard. He takes this to mean that Jaster’s childhood was also not the standard. Cyclical or generational or whatever.
Duke Kryze keeps saying things about sending over psychologists, which uh. No. No thank you. Jango will take the list of guidelines for ‘age-appropriate activities for teenagers transitioning from a pacifist society with regimented self-defense training to a military-adjacent training program for large-scale defense work’ and there is no need to send the shrinks, your grace.
(Fuck’s sake, Jango accidentally called the man ‘uncle’ one time on a visit with Jaster, and suddenly there’s an interest in his welfare or some kark.)
When new recruits from the Evaar’ade show up, Jango is responsible for getting them up to snuff. They generally know how to defend themselves, but that’s all dodging and escaping, redirecting attacks so they can get away. It’s something, sure; they know how to keep their footing, how to keep fit, how to turn a fall into a roll. They can’t really shoot, though, and they don’t have the battle experience to keep their heads in a real fight. None of their simulations have taught them to work as a team.
So. Training. The Duke has a budget set aside for it, and that budget is now being fed to Jango and his merry band of trigger-happy morons—well, some morons and some wonderful jackasses who are too smart for their own good, thank you so much, Myles—to make sure the Evaar’ade-approved system defense corps are actually capable of doing their jobs.
The Evaar’ade send half-trained teenagers. Jango sends back battle-ready young adults.
“So what do you need from me?” Fulcrum asks.
Jango gestures up at the nearing transport ship. “Those New Mando brats—”
“—they’re going to cry,” Jango continues. “They always do, and it’s always my doing, because I yell at them until they behave.”
“Drill sergeant standard, got it.”
“I’d rather not make it happen the first day. Makes them have trouble settling in, and they’ll drag their feet getting unpacked if I scare them too much,” Jango says. “Usually, I get other people to do it. Silas volunteers, sometimes, since Myles never has the time. You, though—”
“What, you think I’m not scary?” She interrupts, almost cooing.
“I think you’re a Jedi, or close enough,” Jango snaps. “And they’ll be comforted to see you involved.”
She dips her head, batting her lashes at him. It’s a coy thing, the way she looks up at him. Mockingly simpering. “Can I be a drill sergeant, Mand’alor?”
What? “Why, and what do you get out of it?”
“Haven’t had the chance to properly train people in a long time,” she says. “I miss it.”
There are a wealth of questions to be asked about that. Jango doesn’t bother.
“Tomorrow at half-past ten in the morning, landing field, space 8,” he tells her. “Don’t be late.”
She smirks. “Wouldn’t dream of it.”
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Honestly the more I think about it, the more I find myself enjoying the idea of Jango being pro-Satine. He's not active about it or anything, but he sees her in the news sometimes and goes "Oh, huh, she's addressing the water table issue. Neat."
Just. There's no real canon on how Jango feels about politics after Galidraan, other than 'the Jedi should suffer.' Maybe he looks back on his experiences and goes "well, I got a lot of people killed for no reason. That sure was a wash."
Maybe he decided Mando politics aren't his circus anymore. Not his problem. She can deal with fixing the ecological disaster their generation inherited. Then she actually does and he’s very “oh. Huh. Would you look at that.”
He doesn’t care that much, but if asked, he vaguely approves of the general shape of what she’s doing.
I just really love the idea that everyone in-universe ASSUMES Jango would hate Satine, but he's neutral-to-positive on her ecological programs and infrastructural developments. His main negativity is about her taste in men. She dated a Jedi. Absolutely tragic.
I think it would be really funny if someone tried to get Jango's negative opinion on Satine for propaganda reasons and he, either legitimately or because he hates Death Watch more, says "I think she's doing good work" and then checks out. That one sentence nearly ends two wars and almost starts a third.
I have no idea how Satine would feel if Jango said something about this publicly. Conflicted, maybe. I want him to show up at her window in the dead of night with advice on how to upgrade her security system since it's not good enough to keep him out. She throws shoes at him.
I'm married to this idea now. Oh my god I need to use this in a fic. Jango's vaguely pro-Satine and it confuses everyone he meets. I need this. I need this comedy in my life. Guys there is literally nothing stopping me from declaring my new headcanon to be that Jango finds Satine to be the most palatable of current Mandalorian politicians.
He's not agreeing with her on everything, but she's managed to keep the main city from blowing up for over fifteen years, which is pretty damn successful without a darksaber to solidify her claim. He's not going to hug her in public of sing her praises, but he'll give her an awkward thumbs up if they run into each other somehow, and he'll say something nice about her environmental policy if someone asks him about his feelings on her. He wants to see if she can throw a punch, but he's not, like, mad about the fact that she doesn't want to? He's not stanning, but he thinks she's doing better than pretty much anyone else at the table at this point.
She fascinates him and he kind of wants to see her succeed because, fuck it, maybe Mandalore and Kalevala deserve the same kinds of farms and forests as Concord Dawn.
(Really the biggest block I'm facing here is whether Jango can manage enough self-awareness to say "maybe I was kind of fucked up by my childhood and I appreciate her trying to make sure that cycle of violence isn't perpetuated.")
(Unfortunately, going by Kamino, Jango is not that self-aware. Alas.)
(Also this is about what I think would be funny, not what I think would be realistic. If you want to argue that Jango would hate Satine for fanon reasons, please take it elsewhere. I'm here for 'huh, she's neat' and that's where I'm staying.)
20 Star Wars headcanons that deserve ALL the love (and more) that the fandom has given them.
1. Mace Windu is a theater nerd enough said, This often clashes with Obi-Wan who is a culture nerd and loves pointing out the details, be they mistake or accurate.
2. Tatooine residents exchange water (literally) as a form of courtship
3. Anakin can't handle/doesn't like spicy food, But Obi-Wan can slurp down Tiingilar like it's just some kind of warm broth.
4. Mandolorian's are weak for kids (i think this is practically canon? I mean it's literally part of their code)
5. It's an unspoken tradition in the jedi order that every initiate must all experience the sight of Yoda hunting frogs in the middle of the night whilst looking like some kind of cryptid beast sent from the force to haunt them, including bonding over the nightmares they've all had about it.
6. Lineage secret recipes are definitely a thing, It doesn't matter if it's a secret sauce recipe or a full course meal; they are sacred and must be protected at all costs.
7. Everyone knows about Anakin and Padmé, it was never said explicitly by anyone but EVERYONE knows.
8. Jaster Mereel is a history nerd
9. Instead of bedtime stories, Jango gets told stories of the history of Mandalore and Jedi feuds. Which he later passes down to Boba.
10. Speaking of Mandalore and Jedi feuds, 90% of them were custody battles over younglings they would coincidentally find together.
11. Luke may have Anakin's appearance and but everything else he takes after Padmé, And you can't tell me Leia didn't inherit her snark from her biological father.
12. Stewjon is the equivalent of Space Scotland.
13. The Jedi Order have a small list of politician's they call whenever they have a political problem they'd rather not deal.
14. Obi-Wan dislikes politicians, But that doesn't stop him from having annual tea time with Bail (which is mostly spent tastefully bitching about things ranging from the senate and the terrible coffee machine at their office)
15. Padmé and Obi-Wan also often bitch about things, or more specifically someone who is named Anakin.
16. Except their 'bitching' is more akin to that annoying thing people do where they pretend to be annoyed about it but are actually gushing about whoever their talking about.
17. The entire Jedi Order is aware of the Disaster Lineage's Dramatic Robe Drop™, And they are all exasperated about it.
18. Lineage's often have annual 'team dinners', and there's a rotation on whoever cooks next.
19. Now imagine Yoda, Dooku, Qui-Gon and little Padawan Obi-Wan stuck in one room together. Just imagine it. Isn't it just lovely?
20. Last but not least, Love does not equal attachment :)