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Time is a social construct pt. 25

Mandalorian Time Travel AU

Summary: Din is trying his best, ok? But between trying to find a teacher for his magic kid and learning there were other Mandalorians who follow a different creed, Din is very confused and lost. So when he ends up on a plant that his HUD says is Manda’yaim and encounters two teens on the run from a group of dar’mandas called Death Watch, Din figures he may as well help them. He never meant to adopt them. Or become Mand’alor.

TW: character death

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The rules were simple: anything went, aside from help from the crowd, the first one to surrender or die loses, and the winner claims the Darksaber the right to be Mand’alor.

Easy enough. Din just needed to not die. He was good at that. Hadn’t died yet.

Din had spared with Obi-wan, Jinn, and once (on a memorable occasion) with Yoda. He knew how to fight against a lightsaber, how to deflect and dodge and keep his distance. The problem was that Vizsla was no Jedi. Din hoped that his knowledge of fighting both Jedi and Mandalorians would translate into this situation.

Vizsla struck first, heavy-handed, and aimed for Din’s neck to catch Din off guard and end the fight quickly. Unfortunately for him, Din was paying attention to every small move the man made, his years of bounty hunting having finetuned his attention to even the slightest shifts. Din quickly met the Darksaber with his spear. The sharp ringing of the noise reverberated through Din’s skull, but it wasn’t painful.

Din was bulkier than Vizsla; his muscles were a result of years of hard work, while Vizsla’s were from working out and sparing. The man didn’t strike Din as the kind of person to get his hands dirty in everyday skirmishes. So Din could easily push Vizsla away and swipe at him with his spear. Din thought about lighting his flamethrower but decided to keep that as a surprise, just in case.

Vizsla activated a shield generator and his wrist to block Din’s strike. Din rushed the man, spear held as a block. He clashed with Vizsla, and in his free hand, Din grabbed one of his vibroblades and swiped it under the shield. He barely nicked Vizsla’s side, and Din could make out Vizsla’s faint swear. Clearly the overconfident man hadn’t expected Din to get a hit in. They separated, and Din grinned at the blood smear on his blade. He’d gotten first blood. Not a guaranteed win, but it definitely looked promising.

The blood enraged Vizsla. He dropped his shield so his hand could grab his blaster to fire at Din. Din took the shot to the chest, grunting at the impact pain, but otherwise fine. Din strapped his spear onto his back to grab his own blaster. Vizsla’s armor wasn’t pure beskar, and while it could take some hits, it would fail much sooner than Din’s. So Din fired shots, not even aiming for the man’s chest or head. He just needed Vizsla to drop his blaster. Din wasn’t going to win if the fight stayed at a distance. He needed to get close. He needed to get the Darksaber.

Predictably, Vizsla put his blaster away to shield himself. Why he didn’t deactivate the Darksaber so he had a free hand was beyond Din. It was no good at a distance, and it was clear Vizsla wouldn’t have any luck rushing Din.

Din continued to shoot as he rushed Vizsla again. He went low this time, trying to get his shoulder under the shield. It was a pain, and needed to go. The Darksaber swiped at his back, and Din hissed at a burn on his side. Din was focused on getting his vibroblade under the arm and-

There! Din slashed the shield generator before retreating. The shield sputtered out, and Vizsla rushed him again before Din could escape. Din met him in a grapple, one hand wrapped around the wrist of the hand holding the Darksaber. Yes, up close fighting was what Din wanted, but it was also more dangerous. Din was saber-resistant, not saber-proof. Din’s other hand punched the wound on Vizsla’s side. He was head-butted in return, and that would be an annoying headache. Din stumbled back, letting Vizsla’s wrist go, catching the Darksaber on his hal’cabur. It left a scorch mark, but Din was fine. Vizsla tried to hit him with the blade again, but Din dodged as he grabbed his spear again. He held it in front of him as he crashed into Vizsla. The beskar spear met the Darksaber heavily. Din shifted his weight and kicked the side of Vizsla’s leg with all his power. Vizsla’s leg crumpled, and the man fell. Din followed him. He dropped his spear, so both his hands were free to try and wrangle the Darksaber from Vizsla. It left more like a child’s fight for a toy than it had any right to.

Din took the punches to his side from Vizsla, entirely focused on getting the Darksaber. Din was still on top of Vizsla when he kneed the man’s inner thigh. And like Din had found a button, Vizsla’s fingers loosen just a hair-

He got it! Din managed to pull the Darksaber from Vizsla’s hand, getting a vibroblade sliced across his side for his efforts. The pain didn’t matter as adrenaline flowed through Din s he rolled off Vizsla and to his feet.

Neither moved. Din stood above Vizsla with the unlit Darksaber in his hands- using both hands because he wasn’t stupid. The room went silent, their onlookers hushing at the events. Din’s heartbeat echoed in his ears. Vizsla was frozen on the ground, but Din could practically see the hate radiating off him.

Din allowed himself to take a few deep breaths in the silence. They rattled something in his chest- Vizsla may have cracked something with his hits. He could kill Vizsla; Manda knows the man deserves it. But a part of Din (that sounded suspiciously like Satine and Obi-wan) insisted he gave Vizsla a chance to surrender and live. Din lit the Darksaber, which jolted Vizsla to his feet.

“Bastard,” Vizsla growled, not dissimilar to a feral tooka.

“Surrender,” Din offered. “You don’t have to die.”

Vizsla laughed. It was a deranged sound. “You truly know nothing. I would rather die with my pride than surrender to the likes of you.”

And that was that. Din didn’t bother answering. He fired three whistling birds and waited for Vizsla to move to dodge them. The distraction allowed Din to close in, taking the blaster shots Vizsla fired in stride. He used his jetpack to boost him the last few feet. He knocked Vizsla down again, flying over him this time and landing on the other side. Din whirled and kicked Vizsla down as the man tried to climb to his feet. Before Vizsla could get past his knees, he had the Darksaber at this throat.

No one moved a muscle. It felt like the entire room was holding their breaths. Din stared at Vizsla, imagining the sneer on the man’s face. Din thought of Paz again- he hoped his actions wouldn’t cause his friend to not exist. Maybe Din’s clan would never be formed. Little Din Djarin wouldn’t lose his parents, would never meet his buire. Satine wouldn’t be saddled with too much responsibility at a young age, Obi-wan wouldn’t become a general, and the Jedi and Mandalorians would never be killed.

This really was it, wasn’t it? The moment everything changed for good.

Din thought he should say something, some grand statement offering a final chance at life to Vizsla. Show he was merciful. But Din didn’t feel merciful, and Vizsla had made his position clear.

It was over with a flick of Din’s wrist. With his head inside, Vizsla's helmet rolled to the side, and the rest of his body slumped in the opposite direction. Din didn’t spare another glance, preferring to look around the room. The Death Watch members looked torn between avenging Vizsla and fleeing. But the True Mandalorians had them surrounded.

“Kyr’tsad is dar’manda,” Din said after it became clear everyone was waiting for him to speak. The Death Watch soldiers stiffened. “ Don’t let it be your death like it was Vizsla’s.”

Some soldiers dropped to their knees and bent their heads, following Din’s advice. The majority stayed standing. “ If you surrender, you will be offered a fair trial. You will be executed otherwise .”

More people knelt, but half were still standing.

“Long live the true Mand’alor!” One of the standing soldiers shouted. Jango knocked them down and held a blaster to their neck, waiting for Din’s word.

“I plan on it,” Din said dryly and nodded. Blaster fire rang out, followed by the drop of bodies. The kneeling soldiers did not look up or move as their wrists were restrained and weapons removed.

Din didn’t know what he was supposed to do next. Probably make sure the True Mandalorians were ok with him being Mand’alor.

Jango solved that problem for him. He stepped up to Din’s feet, removed his helmet, and knelt with a fist on his heart.

“I pledge my loyalty and my life. I swear to severe and answer your call as Mand’alor,” Jango swore. He looked up and grinned at Din. “Mand’alor Djarin.” The other True Mandalorians knelt. “This is where you say something,” Jango whispered.

Din, grateful for the guidance, spoke the words that came to mind. “I may not be known to you. I never wanted to lead; I just wanted to take care of my kid. But the state of Mandalore will only lead to our destruction. We cannot be divided.” Din hefted the Darksaber over his head with one hand, the action feeling right. “We must stand together as one.”

“Oya!” Jango barked and was echoed by the other Mandalorians in the room.

Din didn’t feel nervous. For the first time in a long time, he felt confident and at ease. He had a goal and a good idea of what not to do.

This wasn’t for him, anyway. It was for his ade- for all the Mandalorian ade. He’d make the future better for them.

A screech from the main door caught everyone’s attention. Din lowered his weapon while everyone else reached for theirs. There was no danger. Standing in the doorway was the Jetiise and Din’s ade. Grogu had been the one to yell. Din was able to turn the Darksaber off and put it in his belt- he’d have to get a clip for it- before Grogu flung himself at Din. It was an impressive jump, clearly Force assisted. Din still caught Grogu easily, as he always would.

Grogu nuzzled into the underside of Din’s chin. Din chuckled at his purring. “Hey, ad’ika. Glad you’re ok.”

When he looked up again, all the Mandalorians stood but were at ease. Jinn and Dooku were chatting with Silas and another Mandalorian. Besides the few burns on their robes, neither looked worse for wear. Yoda was smiling at Din. It was both smug and knowing.

Din’s other ade approached him, looking unharmed. Obi-wan looked ruffled, and his cheeks were still red from exertion. But no one looked hurt. Bo-Katan didn’t hesitate to throw herself at Din, wrapping her arms around his waist. Din hissed when she touched his wound, but pulled her closer with a hand when she went to withdraw.

“Just a scrape, ad’ika,” Din assured her. “I’ll live.”

Satine was looking between Din’s face and the saber on his belt. “…You’re Mand’alor now?”

“That’s what I’ve been told,” Din said gently. “I look forward to working with you, Sat’ika.” Satine looked like she was going to cry, but before Din could get too alarmed, she hugged Din too. Din shifted Grogu to his previously free hand so he could gently hold the back of Satine’s head. “We will unite Mand’alor together.”

Obi-wan looked awkwardly out of place. It was easy enough to nudge Bo-Katan over so there was room for Obi-wan to step closer. The girls easily wrapped an arm each around him, completing their little circle.

“We’re going to be ok,” Din said. Eyes were watching his family, but Din didn’t care. His ade were safe and were going to be able to grow up in peace.

No more Vizsla. No more Death Watch. And soon enough, no more Sith.

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And that's a wrap! Just kidding, there's definitely a sequel to this in the future. Just give me like a month to get past midterms and spring break. Mando'a translations: hal'cabur- chest plate Oya: Cheers! Hoorah! Go You! Many meanings, but always positive and triumphant (approx. Let's hunt!)

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