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nevertheless-moving · 2 years

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Entire Armies Part II

this has been in my drafts long enough so here ya go anon

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“You can’t remotely disable it or something?” Obi-Wan asked desperately as they chased the trail of the rapidly disappearing Twilight, the three of them wedged uncomfortably in the two seater ship.

Anakin made an indignantly offended noise. “Why would I mod a ship so it could be remotely disabled?”

“I don’t know! Why would you mod a ship so it could be tracked so easily?” Obi-Wan snarked.

“Easily?! You think this is easy? The only reason I can track her is because I’m me.”

“Why would you mod a ship that could be stolen?” Rex muttered.

“What was that Captain? You know I’m still your superior officer-”

“Oh are you now? Wow. Now I can see what the next rest-of-our-lives are going to be like. Can’t believe I was going to promote you over Waxer-”

“You were?” Anakin grinned. “First Lieutenant Skywalker, huh? Has a nice ring to it.”

“Captain Skywalker actually- we were talking about restructuring into one Battalion with more companies, some of them in active combat and others for non-military voluntary assignment.”

“Ooh Captain Skywalker, yeah I could get used to that.”

“Well if this is what happens to your personal projects, you’ll be lucky to make private-”

“Hey! I wasn’t responsible for guarding the prisoner-”

“Technically, as General any security breaches under your command-”

“Oh enough already!” Obi-Wan snapped. “Rank isn’t going to matter if Dooku warns his Sith Master and kills us all while we’re cut off from the rest of the Jedi while also giving him in depth knowledge of the future.”

Anakin shifted nervously, making Rex squawk irritably from his perch half in the still-probably-a-General’s lap. Anakin ignored him. “Is that where you think he’s going?”

Obi-Wan frowned over the navigation. “Well, he’s not heading to Coruscant, which I suppose would arguably be worse...I really don’t want have to fight Yoda...”

“What, the little green guy?” Rex asked incredulously.

Anakin snorted. “Have you ever seen him in a fight? He’s more acrobatic than Ahsoka.”

“Seriously? Isn’t he like, 1000?” the still-definitely-a-captain Rex asked, sounding bemused.

“Aren’t you like, 10?” Anakin retorted.

“Oh kriff,” Obi-Wan said suddenly. “I know where he’s going.”

“Where?” Anakin asked eagerly. “Maybe I can chart a better path than him there...”

“Galidraan.”

“Oh,” Rex and Anakin said in unison.

“That’s- Anakin glanced nervously at Rex. “When does the battle take place?”

“Today, I’m fairly certain,” Obi-Wan groaned. “Fuck, I can’t believe we haven’t talked about this- Rex, what do you want to do?”

“What?” Rex asked, suddenly panicked. “Why are you asking me?”

“Because if I’m right- Dooku’s going to try and stop the massacre of the true Mandalorians.”

“What?” Anakin said doubtfully. “Are you sure?”

“It was one of his biggest regrets, before he left the order, before he fell...Yoda believed his pain over the deaths he caused and the rage over being tricked was the first stone on his path to the darkside. Like I said- he once was a good man.”

“That doesn’t explain why you’re asking me.” Rex insisted. “I’m not a Jedi or a Mandalorian.”

“Perhaps,” Obi-Wan acknowledged softly. “But you have ties to both. And this was an event that directly lead to the fall of the Haat Mando'ade and some previously light Jedi and the rise of Death Watch. Not to mention the countless Jedi killed in this conflict and the skirmishes that followed. Arguably, only one good thing came out of the Massacre this day.”

Rex swallowed, “And by that you mean...”

“You and your brothers,” General Kenobi confirmed with a soft smile. “Without this Jango would likely have never entered into a contract with Kaminionis- not that we ever fully understood his motives...but it’s very unlikely, were he to remain Manda’lor, that the vode would come to exist.”

“Wait...” Anakin asks slowly, “Does that mean if Dooku saves the people- wow that’s weird to think about- all the clones will just- stop existing? Like vanish?”

“That’s not how time travel works!” Rex replied quickly. He then turned to Obi-Wan. “That’s not how time travel works, right?”

Obi-Wan sighed. “Not that I’m an expert on this, but from what I gleamed from Dooku and the runes in the temple, no. We unmade everything except us. You, the 212th, and the 501st exist. The question is- do you want them, and yourselves, and all your other brothers to exist again?”

There was a long heavy pause, and the normally unflappable Captain began to radiate honest stress into the force. “I have to decide?”

Obi-Wan and Anakin exchanged a glance. “It’s...not right for us to do it. It’s not fair of us to ask you to make the choice either but-” Anakin shrugged helplessly. “We’re not leaving it up to Dooku, right?”

Rex stared ahead blankly. “Excuse me for a moment, sirs.”

“Where-”

Rex reached back and grabbed his helmet, pulling it on and sitting stock still while Obi-Wan and Anakin politely ignored the waves of mixed emotion pouring off of him.

A few hours passed like that. Eventually they rotated positions, Anakin and Obi-Wan cramming into one side while Rex stretched out his legs. Obi-Wan entered a light meditative fugue as his mind still wrestled with time travel and the numerous disasters that the 212th had the power to create or prevent.

Seemingly without any prompting, Anakin broke the silence.

“Padme and I were married,” he blurted out.

“I- you- what?” Obi-Wan sputtered.

“Oh thank kriffing heavens,” Rex sighed. “I don’t have to keep that a secret anymore.”

“You knew about this?” Obi-Wan protested, indignant.

“You didn’t?” Rex shot back. “He doesn’t shut up about her- uh, didn’t. Oh.”

“Yes, Oh.” Anakin snapped.

Obi-Wan sighed, rubbing his face. “I...I knew you were affectionate but I didn’t realize the extent...”

- - -

flash forward and they get to Galidraan too late—Dooku screams into the atmosphere broadcasting on all hyperspace and telepathic frequencies ‘ITS A TRAP ITS A TRAP THE GOVERNOR IS SETTING YOU UP TO KILL EACH OTHER DON’T BE MORONS NONE OF YOU ARE THE CHILD MURDERERS DON’T DO ANYTHING’ before crash landing in the middle of everything. They still give attacking each other a solid try, this time with the Mandalorians fully prepared for battle, but then something something time-travel-crazy-handless-Dooku jumps in front of a ricocheting bolt, saving a random Mando teen and dying dramatically.

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Jango: “So that happened.”

Komari Vosa: “Thank you ever so much for that intelligent remark”

Dooku: [staring at his older-sith-handless-corpse]

Jango: “Sorry, is that your father? Or your brother?”

Dooku:

Komari Vosa: “Jedi don’t have families.”

Jango: “Of course you don’t. Whatever—I suppose you’re going to try and insist we keep the Governor alive, because of Jedi shit?”

Komari Vosa: “Of course a Mandalorian would call not murdering ‘Jedi shit’

Dooku:

Jango: “Is he...meditating?”

Komari Vosa: “I—Master?”

Dooku:

- - -

Anakin, Rex, and Obi-Wan arrive shortly after in their tripped-out future-tech mystery-origin shuttle, try and be stealthy, get captured immediately and then just,, refuse to answer any questions. Anakin is his usually insane overpowered in the force self. Obi-Wan is vaguely familiar. Rex refuses to take off his crappy armor and the Mandalorians are like ‘fair enough religious freedom’ Somethingsomething escape brief cool fight sight scene grab future!Dooku’s body explosions grab the pieces of the Twilight aaand dramatic reveal where Rex takes of his helmet and he looks EXACTLY like Jango but blonde. Escape in the confusion.

fucken cryptids.

- - -

Dooku:

Jango:

Dooku:

Jango:

Dooku:

Jango: “I’m pissed off and confused. And I want to murder someone and I really want it to be you, but unfortunately I think you’re just as in the dark as I am.”

Dooku: “Yes. I...concur”

Jango:

Dooku:

Jango:

Dooku: [pulls out a flask of space brandy, takes a shot, wordlessly offers it to Jango.

Jango: [accepts it, drinks some, makes an appreciative expression]

Jango: “You know...I can’t believe I’m saying this...but—you’re alright. For a Jedi.”

Dooku: “This universe is so goddamn weird and shitty and I’m starting to get real sick of it.”

Jango: “Ha. Yeah.”

- - -

And so, on this day, contrary to the mechanisms of Deathwatch and the Sith, the True Mandalorians and the Jedi fell into a reluctant peace, a fact of great historical and geopolitical relevance. Or at least, such an occasion would be considered important, were it not immediately overshadowed by the emergence of an army of heretofore unimaginable scale, unfathomable strength, and unknown origin.

#star wars #star wars au #time travel au #my au #star wars au no 14 #Entire Armies AU #200 celebration #i have more in my head somewhere

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batshieroglyphics · 2 years

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[FICLET] (Not) Meant For Tragedy ~ Star Wars Prequel ~ Jango Fett/Obi-Wan Kenobi ~ Teen

Title: (Not) Meant For Tragedy Fandom: Star Wars Prequel Era Author: Batsutousai Rating: Teen Pairing: Jango Fett/Obi-Wan Kenobi Warnings: one night stands, fix-it Summary: A casual hook-up turns into semi-regular hook-ups turns into catching feels.

For the anon who requested Jangobi – I think I'm in love with you and I'm terrified.

He couldn't say if it was the way he'd handled himself, or the Mando'a insults he'd spat, but he'd caught the attention of the only patron in beskar’gam, and somehow found himself sharing a table with them.

Two rather strong drinks later, Obi-Wan found himself in the Mando'ad's rented room, following Quinlan's advice to just get laid.

Repeatedly.

They didn't exchange names, and Obi-Wan didn't expect to ever see them again. Except he did.

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#Jangobi #kenfetti #holiday card fics #pairing:Jango Fett/Obi Wan Kenobi #fandom:star wars #one-shot

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spaceguylewis · 3 years

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Friend, do you have any thoughts on that elusive ship Din Djarin/Jaster Mereel?

tbh, I haven’t seen much of it, but it’s got potential! Jaster and Din are at two pretty intriguing ends of the “In The Know” spectrum; Jaster is the Mand’alor, he's got his finger right on the pulse of Mandalorian politics and philosophy, while Din is a no-name beryoa from a hidden and shattered people who's somehow stumbled into being the main character.

I feel like, if Jaster and Din were to meet (either by Jaster sliding forward or Din being yeeted backward), they'd get along pretty well. Jaster would be able to show Din first hand the Resol'nare be Ha'at Mando'ade, and in turn Din could explain how the ancient tenets of Mandalorian culture were adapted and changed to suit a post-Republic galaxy. Din's cultural requirement to not remove his armor around others wouldn't even be a blip on Jaster's radar; it's just another one of the many different forms of culturally important clothing, like a Mirialan's headdress or a Tusken's body wrappings.

I could probably drum up more thoughts about these two, but it's like one in the morning for me and I am fucking dying from allergies.

Thanks for your question Anon, it was quite fun!

#radio spaceman #jaster meerel #din djarin #mandalorians #do they have a ship name yet?#i don't think they do #someone let me know in the notes lmao #star wars

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forcesensitivebantha · 4 years

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Oh Jango/Myles???? I never even thought about that, but now I'm very intrigued. If you'd like, this is an open invitation to talk about it in a lil more detail!

anon you have no idea what you have just unleashed.

let me just. okay. So you've got Jango Fett, right? He's eight, and recently orphaned. No parents, no sister, and everything he had, has been burnt to the ground. Now suddenly he's been adopted by the mand'alor Jaster Mereel, and killed someone by his own hand. So his world has both been destroyed and turned upside down.

And you've got Myles, who I figure is give or take a few months, the same age as Jango, who's been raised by one of the Ha'at Mando'ade for two years, also an orphan.

So now you have two eight year old boys with trauma in common and also a whole hell of a lot of time on their hands. They're going to get up to some Shennagins.

And of course, you don't get little kids falling in love right away. Sure there's the first/second/third grade boyfriends and girlfriends, but they're really just someone you hold hands with and share fruit snacks, and Myles and Jango have already been doing that. So when they're like. Idk, 12? 13? You have them going "hey what the fuck is romance" and two bros trying to be eachothers wingman.

It ends poorly for both of them, notably Jango's second girlfriend dumping him because she felt like the third wheel when Myles and Jango hung out.

All in all in my head they start dating at like. 19-20. And they're Very Happy and sweet, but they also are still best friends so you get that "whoever kills more enemies doesn't have to do dishes tonight" kind of mentality.

Just. Myles/Jango (or myango as ive taken to calling it) is SO good. Thank you for coming to my ted talk.

#myango #jango fett #myles star wars #tristan answers your question #fsb ama #anon

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aces-to-apples · 4 years

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once upon a time, like over a year ago, i reblogged that trope mash-up meme and......i don’t think i ever ended up posting anything. because you know me, nothing can ever be quick or short or easy! anyway, here’s a camp half-blood au snippet!

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anonymous asked: “19 [Summer Camp AU] and 99 [Magical Accidents] with Cody and Rex for the mashup tropes please!” @ anon, I saw your very clever request for a Camp Half-Blood AU and, obviously, I greatly approve.

“Dab’ika Vaar’Kara”

“Alright, shinies! Front and center!” Rex barked, scaring the daylights out of their latest arrivals. It was usually Cody’s job, as Marshal Commander of the cabin, to set the proper tone for their newest little brothers, but after the duo’s spectacular arrival, he'd graciously handed that duty over to Rex. Any grumbling on his twin’s part was strictly for show, Cody knew. Deep down. Like way, way, way down.

Said shinies did as they were ordered to the best of their ability—which was to say, pretty fucking atrociously. Rex ignored the snickers from the cabin’s various bunks, but Cody shot them a look that said either behave or be cleverer about it.

“Now, as new arrivals, you're given a certain amount of leeway when it comes to the rules, regulations, and realities of living in the Godsworld.” Rex fixed the little ones—nearly fourteen and just barely scraping in under the wire in regards to the required claiming age—with a hard stare. “After orientation, you will be expected to either figure out what you don't know yourself or keep your trap shut. Understood, cadets?”

It was a blatant lie, of course; Cody could already see Kix’s bunk littered with sheets of flimsi covered in drawings, diagrams, and written explanations. Still, it was the spirit of the thing, yeah? A’sev had scared them witless when they’d first arrived at camp, and now that he was off doing Paladin shit, it fell to them to keep the tradition alive. It was a beautiful cycle, really, and watching the tiny shinies straighten up and shout “sir, yes, sir” like Rex was a fucking drill sergeant was hilarious.

“First off,” Rex continued, beginning to pace rather impressively in front of the duo. Cody had a hard time not joining the boys in their next snickerfit. “Congratulations on surviving your first monster encounter—besting an abaia while it’s got a home-field advantage is no easy feat. You did yourselves, and all your brothers, proud.”

The rookies straightened up that much more under the praise and Cody felt his need to smirk warring with the impulse to coo. “Whose idea was it to get it to charge into the rocks?” he asked curiously. They'd taken bets, watching from the shore.

“Mine, sir,” the one with the crew-cut said, taking a small step forward. A ripple spread through the cabin as they all noticed he'd subtly placed himself between his twin and Rex. That kind of body-language, combined with the late claiming, didn't bode well.

“Well done,” Rex acknowledged with a nod. “It was reckless, but well-executed. Just the kind of thinking we need in Mandalore Cabin. You got a name, shiny?”

“Ferdinand, sir,” the kid said without any hint of irony. They all winced in sympathy, because yeesh. “This is Emrys.”

Seeing that Rex didn't quite know how to phrase it, Cody asked, “You boys got nicknames?”

Their reaction was… worrying.

“Sir, no, sir,” Ferdinand—poor fucking kid—immediately denied, panic well-hidden to anyone not used to reading every variation of the face the Mand’alor’s poor decisions had stuck them all with. “We’re proud to carry these names and would never—”

“Anyone here calls me Emrys, I’ll break their fucking nose,” the long-haired twin cut in, stepping forward so that they stood shoulder to shoulder. “Got it?”

A chorus of affirmatives traveled through the cabin, and Cody exchanged a delighted look with Rex, thoroughly charmed by their newest pair of brothers. Mandalore Cabin was about to get interesting in a way it hadn’t since Hardcase first showed up, covered in ichor and grinning like he was ready to fistfight Jango himself. It was damned adorable.

- - -

“So, what was your mum like?” Hardcase asked, sidling up to the new arrivals during the tour and immediately sticking his nose into their business. Because no one ever taught him to give traumatized feral children their space, apparently. He hissed and removed his arms from where he’d thrown them around Fives’ and Echo’s shoulders when, er, encouraged to do so, but his smile never wavered.

“Dunno,” Ferdinand—Fives, rather—replied with a disaffected shrug, but Em—that was—Echo shoved an elbow back into ‘Case’s ribs in exchange for more breathing room and gave a much clearer, “Orphanage got us.”

Rex’s explanation of the climbing wall stuttered and Cody smoothly picked it up, flashing an I got this in MSL. “We find that using real lava encourages new arrivals to pick up necessary skills at an acceptable rate, and keeps our older members from getting lazy.”

"Sounds reasonable," Echo murmured, casting a critical eye up and down the wall in question. The hair on the back of Cody's neck stood on end; that was not a normal reaction to the climbing, even from new recruits, even from Mando'ade.

Something had gone quite wrong in these little brothers’ lives.

#fic bits #by apples #star wars #the clone wars #sw fic ideas #camp half-blood au #dab'ika vaar'kara #commander cody #captain rex #arc trooper fives #arc trooper echo #clone trooper hardcase

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askalphapazvizsla · 4 years

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"Mister Paz!" Po sees you across the yard in your armor and runs up to you with a determined on his face. "You fight peopwe, right? But you have to wear a hewmet . How do you bite them? When I fought at my viwage, i had to bite a bunch of times! But if you can't take off the b-booshay, how do you do it?" He looks up at you with wide eyes waiting for an answer. He's obviously thought a lot about this since he started learning about what it means to be mando'ade.

*getting down to his level and putting a hand on his shoulder* who gave you the idea you need to bite in order to fight? My child biting an enemy is potentially very dangerous. You dont know where they have been and if by biting them you could inhale something toxic and get sick. My little one you are top young to be actually fighting adults so you let me worry about that. You worry about your training, mind Cookie anon, 🌱 anon, and Mercy alright?

#paz fuckin vizla #paz speaks #pack #parent #paz vizla #protect the children #alphas take care of their children #children #child #my child #ade #ad

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crispyjenkins · 4 years

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Hi can I request something where jaster picks up obi wan early in his apprenticeship like on bandomeer or melida/daan and just adopts him and jango and obi grow up as like childhood sweethearts? Love your work, thanks for writing! :)

(**because they get together as teens, i’ve adjusted the age difference to 2 years instead of 9 because just like. no. they’re 17 and 19 in this!

hmm also i feel the need to say the true mandalorians being chill about showing their faces is super intentional in all my works, i have so. many. headcanons about different clans, and why the covert is so careful about their helmets, and i just never seem to find the time to talk about it (๑o̴̶̷̥᷅ㅂo̴̶̷̥᷅๑) sigh someday)

“Stop smiling, you smug bastard,” Obi-Wan grouses as his would-be suitor awkwardly shuffles away under Jango’s feral grin.

Endlessly pleased with himself, Jango leans against their starfighter and watches the Chiss mechanic disappear into the crowded spaceport. “That’s three you owe me, ‘Nobi.”

Obi-Wan glares at him and snatches Jango’s buy’ce from his hands to shove it on his stupid vod’s head. “I can take care of myself, Vhett. I don’t owe you banthashit.”

“It’ll be easier when you finish your armor,” Jango adds unhelpfully, righting his helmet and strapping it on properly as if nothing had happened. “Only drunks and spice-addicts try to hit on with Mandalorians in full beskar’gam.”

“That’s very reassuring, thanks.”

“If you two are done flirting,” Bosoloc cuts in, their Arconan pilot smirking down at them from the primary cockpit, “we were supposed to meet your buir hours ago.”

Obi-Wan says, “That’s Jango’s fault,” just as Jango grumbles,

“‘Nobi’s fault.”

Bosoloc levels them both with a world-weary look that has them scrambling up the rusty ramp stairs to the secondary cockpit. Obi-Wan helps Jango over the edge and kicks away the ramp, before pulling the lever to close the blast canopy over their heads. With only minor grouching, he lets Jango tug him onto the edge of the seat between his legs, because this starfighter is absolutely not made for three pilots.

“Hands to yourself, spacer,” Obi-Wan says as he follows Bosoloc’s lead to get the ‘fighter ready for the short flight to the nearby moon where they’re to rejoin the Haat’ade and, hopefully, avoid a lecture about safety. Again.

Jango chuckles, impossibly close, and slips Obi-Wan’s own helmet onto his head. “You’re the one that got us into this mess,” he reminds him, somehow managing to fasten the strap under Obi-Wan’s chin without looking.

Bosoloc signals for takeoff, and Obi-Wan elbows Jango in the ribs, leaning over to calibrate the astronav system. Practically oozing his amusement, Jango innocently sets his hands on Obi-Wan’s hips, but doesn’t otherwise bother him until they’re out of atmo, properly refueled this time. Which had maybe sort of, yes, been Obi-Wan’s fault that they had not been when they left Concord Dawn.

Not that he would ever admit to it.

The Haat’ade camp on Aslo II is a whirlwind of activity, commandos in various states of beskar’gam running back and forth from tents to their ships, blaster cartridges exchanged faster than words as supercommandos bark orders and direct the foot traffic, and Obi-Wan lives for this.

The energy, the excitement before a battle, the way his people leak every thought into the Force until he can’t feel anything else. The way this is the closest he’ll ever come to being a knight.

Jango takes one look at his expression after dropping from the starfighter, and shakes his head. “Alright, come on, adrenaline junkie,” he snorts, grabbing Obi-Wan by the arm to tug him right into the heart of the whirlwind.

He senses Jaster before he sees him, their Mand’alor all but glittering in the Force compared to the more muted signatures of the other Haat’ade; Jaster will swear up and down that being Mand’alor has nothing to do with the Force, and Obi-Wan can’t really remember much of what he’d learned in the Temple, but he knows Jaster’s full of it. The whole camp orbits around one nondescript tent, as if pulled by a physical gravity to their leader, and what little he does remember tells him the Force is just as much a part of the Mando’ade as it is the Jedi.

“Buir!” Jango calls as he drags Obi-Wan into the tent where Jaster is standing before a dataterminal with one of the supercommandos. He looks away from the graph Obi-Wan wouldn’t be able to make heads or tails of, and visibly sags in relief.

“And we thought we’d actually have to hold a funeral this time,” Ezovaq says from Jaster’s side, smiling benignly as Jango unclips his buy’ce and bounds forward to accept the hair-ruffle Jaster gives him.

But Kyr’tsad is closing in, and they don��t really have time to discuss the, arguably obscene, number of disappearances the Mand’alor’s foundlings have managed.

Obi-Wan joins them at the terminal, leaving his own helmet on. Jaster settles for knocking his knuckles on his forehead in greeting, and Ezovaq respectfully looks away; some things are not meant for anyone but clan.

“I’m glad to see you both in one piece,” Jaster sighs, turning back to the holoscreen and adding a datachip to the terminal so a map of Aslo replaces the graph. “When we did not hear from Bosoloc, we worried.”

“We needed to stop on Aslo to refuel,” Obi-Wan says on external comm, still unsure about how to speak with other commandos around. “A tropical storm had communications out until we were out of atmosphere. Sorry, Jas’alor,” he adds sheepishly, because of course Jaster knows who would have fueled the ‘fighter on Concord Dawn. Or not fueled, as it were.

Jango shoehorns himself against Obi-Wan’s side, the familiarity of the action catching Ezovaq’s gaze, but they say nothing as Jaster gives Obi-Wan a tired smile. “It is nothing, ad’ika. It is only a mistake repeated twice.”

“Bosoloc is finding another pilot,” Jango butts in, dropping an arm around Obi-Wan’s shoulders as easy as breathing. “She said Montross flew ‘Nobi’s and my fighter in?”

And Obi-Wan feels a swell of pride at that, that Jango is finally admitting they share custody of the rustbucket Jaster had gifted Obi-Wan for his fifteenth nameday, and at the implication that his and Jango’s repairs and advancements had been deemed worthy enough for an actual battle with Kyr’tsad. He isn’t an ace mechanic by any means, but Obi-Wan is still ridiculously proud of their S3 Y-wing – even if using it in combat puts Obi-Wan in the gunner’s chair and Jango behind the wheel.

To be fair, Jango hasn’t crashed them in over a year.

Jaster’s mouth moves as he responds, but Obi-Wan doesn’t hear it. White-hot fire races up his spine, and it feels as if all the air is sucked from the tent all at once, and Obi-Wan has only a moment to try and identify what the Force is trying to warn him of before a light flashes on the terminal and Myles’ voice cuts through the muggy air.

“Vizsla’s dropped out of hyperspace,” he reports, and Jango tightens his arm. “Contact in ten minutes, Mand’alor.”

Jaster looks to them with a parent’s resignation. “You heard the man,” he says, jerking his chin to the tent flap. “Contact in ten.”

“Mand’alor!” they return in unison, and duck from the tent to rush to the Y-wing.

Mando’a: buy’ce — beskar helmet vod — “brother, comrade, sibling”, pl. vode, technically gender neutral but used most often in fandom as “brother”. used here to denote that they are both jaster’s foundlings. Vhett — original form of the Basic-transliterated surname Fett, lit. “Farmer beskar’gam — Armour made of beskar, “Mandalorian Iron” that was actually probably a steel alloy buir — “parent”, gender neutral Haat’ade —lit. “true children of Mandalore”, True Mandalorians (slang shortened to Haat'ad/e) Kyr’tsad — Death Watch, lit. “Death Society”

#two updates?#in one day?#to be fair i'm not sure of the quality #but it feels good to be writing again #jangobi #prompt #ask box is closed but will be open again soon!#fanfiction #prompt fill #haat mando'ade obi #jaster mereel #jango fett #obi wan kenobi #jango fett/obi-wan kenobi #crispy writes #ask #anon #au #i forget how to tag things

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