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mccarthymolly · 1 year

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feel claustrophobic yh,hm,uh,dk,uh,,m,j,j

Is spit biowar,

Is armtesr wrong for longer arms b mk sense w visual cintrast that cd mislead or arouse ppl

Went too far

Lk saunish ourside

Nt spirit

Cant tell smoke

Onfuse

Van say pricedure

Yh edge questions so nt hope fr ppl yh,hm,ok,uh,dk,hm,

Capacity ig yh,hm,uh,no,so u not rebel,, k ,j,no,uh,ok,sry,uh,ww

Ww dk hmk khnuunk

Dishonest. I get it's fun ir funny b pls I cd get sick

Idk, nt ask, nt hip

Spirit sth,ok move on,hm,nd uh,no,

Uh,sign n no mention,weak jm,uh,dam,u too,h,i,j

Th mssg,uh ,ok yh mssg

Fnny jumping around, galliping, i can do b not as hip looking or small n fun, idk, covr room ah b judg hm yhuh dk

Wt i did or wd do in tht prsr combo

Drms, prsnzkdjd

Eh k no,dk,uh, h,

Srch, idk, fr sth, nt hv goals, wd die fr? Tht spr? Hm ww customer ok uh dk ,hm ww uh,ko,j,

Nt fght, ur nt communicating jd punish emotion

Emotional possible, jm,uh,

This combo sounds lk it b any combo ig,dk,new,hmz

Some people wondered if the dif theory was for having name on sth, but i wondered what inarticulable bits explaijed th difs,hm, phen. Some people or meaning me,uh hm, parte

Ideahm,surprise,uh,h, k j,,no,ww no,j,,j,

Nc b no,k,,

Overreverence, different than thanks, lk they're making a party/social line or battle of it, like they're disturbed or shunning or ticked or ticced if you're not too ir you are but not in same way, psy dep oj jz i dont get hm ww uh,j,l,jh,,k, hw possibel.oral time of buses,ok eh no uh bragy n l h ,plc,uh,n,k,

Spise,dk. Think if nonexi things,ok,n,oh,yh even supportive person,jm,dk , b trll,hm,kj. Kj

,k,k,,ugm

U,h,n

Wwhm,no,hw,uh,

Ww dk smell j k j

Cant rvaluate

Ohno i did the picturing, h,k,,,k,jh,o,k,

Rej system look lk dif worldview or sth, cant gv spirit b can help it maybe come out or be felt by relieving other pressures,hm,ok,n,,h,which potential, for what

Weird or rarer or maybe btr b fnnth,,k,

Bd business n inflnc n prdct w sweets uh dk hm mk j uh dk hk j, nt ask original ww dk hmk uk iuhok

No, u want me wrk so mch ww no h k j no think sth no

Epistemic followers,h,i,m,,uh,dk,hm,uh,ww,hm,

Live that, eat that,hm,

Story nt gd ha

Profs who only profess,hm, kh

Fr soc value, js say study n studied person said, or study of not studied persoj, uh, not cone bc bad judg ig, ww shy yh. Nt shr their research uh,dk,yh,uh,eh, b is that publishing then, if mostly oral, nt that texty itself lk holdijg v having own lf,m,, hk j,,ok,uh,dk,hm,uh,ok,

Oral plsr n seeing. Maybe listening or sth, not broad, trting to attract,ww, hk, , j, no hh,ih,di, j ww,jo,,juh,ww,u,,

Dk,eh,j,j,m,,

Hmww,many,hidden,uh,, k,k,

Dk,h,m,k

H,m,jwkz,

G flu b nt after event crash, js rando crash

Neutral,bd exmpl,h,,

Dk ww,,,n,j,kh,dk h j uh,3000, 30

Wd be fnny to hlp sth bfr go. Made mny n tm fr this b nw i hate u, u csnt js not charge b wd nd to help nt js apologise, dk uneth

Hm intel isnt engh info, hm, bc often unethical, misused hm, uh, n prsr when higher iqs is bad, so v hard,idk, nd to be defeated many ways ig,hm,ok,uh,mind,lf,uh,

Yh nc,h,k,o,k,

Mkng sth ok,smn, b child,uh,idk, maybe if gd, nt putting identity of ego on it, not very passive punchbag

ur saying i dont live or be in unoffensive way, u resent me,uh

Very

Sacrifice,uh,dif,hm,dk,uh,sth,uh no,h,,j,o,k,n,o,,juh dk,j,

,l,j,,j,,i,,j,,j,h,,,, ok k,n,, hm

ur combinign a w or interp w insult, like it seems this or is it this, w i hate u, verbal acting out,ok,uh,not sophisticated if see before ig,uh,ww,no,h,k,omg,k,k, jk, j,,k,i,uh,dk,k,j, ok, j, uh n,i,

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palpipeen · 1 year

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One Year, Eight Weeks, Two Days: Days -9 through -365

They didn't wake up in prison, only somewhere they've never been before, and they also don't remember the names of their family or the planet they're from. But lucky for them, some generous benefactor left holo-recordings for them to watch when they woke up. So, all things considered. Waking up in a room they’d never been in their entire life could have gone a lot worse! Rating: R for Language, Canon-Typical Violence Future Ratings: NC-17 for Sexual Themes Warnings: Amnesia, corrupt police, mentions of drugs/weapons smuggling, mention of slavery/trafficking, mentions of violence/war, a Mandalorian being big and scary and imposing This is an OC centric fic where the MC is AFAB Non-Binary and goes by They/Them pronouns WC: 2122 AN: Part two! This was actually all one chapter, but it got up to over 6k words. And that is just too many IMO. This one introduces the secondary MC - our Mandalorian. But not the Mandalorian. This fic is ENTIRELY OC centric, it is set during the events of The Mandalorian. The Mandalorian featured in this is not Din - he's his own guy. Hope y'all enjoy!

It wasn’t a jolt of panic or a wave of nausea that woke them up every morning. It was usually something slightly pointed jabbing them in the leg, over and over again, that once they recognized they pointedly tried to ignore. Keyword being ‘try’ of course. Because once their droid companion got her mind set on something, she wasn’t likely to let it go.

And most of the time she set her mind on getting under Rigby’s skin. Multiple times a day.

A year later and Rigby was certain the droid was still a little pissed, but things could be worse. They’d held down a steady job. And they had friends now. Okay so they had coworkers, but when Rigby knew no one else in the entire universe, they counted as friends. Whether they liked it or not.

Somehow they got the distinct impression that it was the latter.

Regardless, Rigby wasn’t going anywhere. Against all odds, they actually sort of liked their job at the diner. The work kept them busy, they actually got to see and talk to people, they got free food when Kaati was in a good mood.

Oh, there was also the bounty hunter that became one of Rigby’s regulars.

Needless to say: plenty happened in the diner. A lot more than most would give the place credit for. Rigby had seen firsthand the dissolving and reforming of relationships. Heard stories that would make the most hardened and experienced individual blush. Laughed until they thought they’d broken a rib at some of the stories. And they’d experienced genuine connections with the permanent or temporary residents of the station.

In fact, the diner was probably the key to them learning all there was to know about Mahak Orbital Station after Kaati’s quick crash course on the lift.

She was an older model - made sometime near the end of the Galactic War. What most in recent years called ‘the clone wars.’ For years the station had been orbiting what was now the shell of a planet that was inhospitable, but had a great deal of resources that could be mined from below its surface. All of those resources had been taken now, but the station still remained. One of the last bastions of civilization before one got past the furthest major civilization recorded in any starmap. It wasn’t the nicest place to live. The law was a lot looser here, the local law enforcement were more prone to looking the other way after an exchange of credits than actually doing the right thing. Or committing crimes themselves.

Now that the planet had been mined out, it was no wonder crime rates started to increase. No resources to process and export meant that everyone had to turn to other means to make ends meet. There was good money to be found in repairing the ships that docked here before flying out into Wild Space, and manufacturing parts from the scraps. But other than that, there wasn’t much. So the population had depleted by a lot, but for some, there was nowhere else to go. People got bored. People got desperate. Spice rings, weapons smuggling, slave trafficking.

Even knowing next to nothing, Rigby knew this place was definitely not somewhere they belonged.

It was a fact they were made keenly aware of on a near daily basis. Life on the station had hardened them somewhat, but Rigby was still afflicted with something that was very…unfortunate this far out from the Center Rim. That being compassion, and an unhealthy dose of gullibility. ‘Soft’ was a word that those who Rigby got closer to called them, and there had been more than one attempted robbery.

Fortunately for them, there always happened to be someone within earshot who looked out for Rigby (much to their chagrin) to intervene.

Rigby knew they were lucky. Kaati had given them a safe place to be as they floundered. Everyone who worked at the diner looked out for each other, as distant as they all tried to keep themselves from one another. It was dangerous to get too close. People disappeared often, or got murdered, or shipped off to the nearest prison barge. Or worse. The diner was something of a safe haven to patrons and employees alike, one of very few in this cold, dangerous corner of the galaxy.

Like it or not, though, this was Rigby’s home until they figured out something.

And, frustratingly, they were no closer to figuring anything out than the first week they’d been conscious on this station. Who knew how long they’d been asleep in that apartment for? They certainly didn’t. Which was frustrating, and terrifying, and instilled Rigby with a deep urge to do…well.

Something.

A good seven months had passed until Rigby knew they would need something with more to offer than the diner by way of credits. They had no idea where Nugget had come from, but they knew how to perform basic and a few major repairs on the droid. And they’d done minor repairs on some of the ovens and deep freezers at the diner. So they’d gone looking for a job at one of the garages.

The many, many garages.

It had taken an additional month to find anyone willing to even hear them out. But Rigby was nothing if not stubborn when they had a feeling about anything. The crotchety old Bothan who ran the garage near one of the bottom levels of the station hadn’t been happy about it. But, Rej had no one else to help out. And when asked to perform a basic repair on one of his pit droids, Rigby had completed the task with...well, not flying colors.

Gliding colors. Barely touching the ground colors. That counted for something, apparently.

“‘Sides,” he’d gruffed as he drafted up a contract for Rigby, “got a high-paying customer paying for services I can’t do on my own.” His yellow eyes had narrowed at Rigby, “And if you keep your mouth shut, you’re getting half.”

“That’s mighty generous of you.”

Rigby hadn’t bothered trying to hide the suspicion from their voice. They’d learned some things - kindness offered rarely came without strings attached, and Rigby had played the part of sucker way too many times. It would happen again, but on good days, it was rare. And this would turn out to be one of their last good days.

“Let me finish.” His teeth had flashed, reminding Rigby that any and all individuals on this station could be just as deadly as the next. “You’ll get half…once you’ve finished your apprenticeship.”

Well, they already had a steady source of income, paltry though it was. Rigby didn’t have it in them to argue. As difficult as Rej could be, learning his trade would pay off in the end. Rigby could just feel it. They didn’t feel that way all of the time.

Especially not when they’d met Rej’s mysterious customer, or seen his ship.

A customer that had quickly become their customer at the diner, through a series of embarrassing events.

He’d cut a very imposing figure when Rigby crawled out from under his ship a week into their apprenticeship. Mainly because he’d decided that the best place for him to stand was directly in the path of their exit, which meant when Rigby wriggled from under his ship they were sprawled out between his boots. Causing Rigby to freak out. Which had meant their skull clipped the edge of the underside of his ship when their body instinctively tried to shoot up to escape.

Rej had really ripped them a new one for that. Their customer paid a lot of money for silence, and Rigby shouting loud enough to wake the dead would likely bring undue attention. Plus, them shooting up like a womp rat touching a live wire and maybe giving themself a concussion on his ship might’ve caused them to bleed all over it.

But how could a walking, talking, breathing suit of armor not draw undue attention?! Or not scare the shit out of Rigby when he just popped out of nowhere?! It defied all logic and reason, both of which Rigby only had so much of. For one thing, the man was huge.

Rigby had left that part out when they’d tried to defend their reaction, feeling their customer’s eyes on them from behind a jet black, T-shaped visor. Something told them he wouldn’t appreciate them pointing that out. Or pointing anything about him out. Rigby wasn’t particularly keen to actually do that, so as Rej had reemed them, they’d studied Rej’s strange benefactor. Figuring it would be the last time they ever saw him, after their less than professional first impression.

It would take months until Rigby wasn’t convinced that the armor was covering some sort of droid. It almost entirely covered the man from head to toe with bits of his dark flight suit showing. Making his already broad figure even larger, but he seemed to move like it barely affected him.

Honestly the whole ensemble spoke volumes of how stealth was on this man’s side more often than not. The majority of his armor was a muted, storm-cloud gray, and they got the idea in their head that it might make staying hidden easy for the very large man. Accents of deep gold along his vanbraces, gloves and bordering the visor were the only splashes of color that stood out.

The armor looked well worn, at least to Rigby. Countless scours from various weapons, mysterious stains. This person had been in many, many fights. Probably a war or two, even. And come out, huge and somehow unscathed. Or in one piece, if there was anything humanoid under all that armor. Which made an altogether terrifying package. Alarm bells kept ringing in the back of their head the longer they’d studied him surreptitiously out of the corner of their eye.

Only for that alarm to be cemented when they’d tuned back in to Rej’s tirade.

“- bounty hunter pays for your silence, you stay. Fucking. Silent.” Rigby’s head had snapped around to gape at Rej. “Understand?”

“He’s a bounty hunter?!”

The words came out in a barely audible squeak. All the exasperation on Rej’s face that had been commonplace when it came to dealing with Rigby seemed to add a decade of age to his features. But could he blame them? As little as they knew about their life, the concept of bounty hunters wasn’t new to them. Thanks to asking Kaati about it, after seeing someone getting caught by one months ago.

But knowing now that this man was a hunter of people on the run brought back Teb’s words with a wicked vengeance.

Don’t leave the room.

“Yes, and a Mandalorian at that.” Okay, that word meant exactly nothing to Rigby. Grasping their upper arm, Rej had steered them out of his office and back into the main work room in the garage. Shoving them forward, he’d waved a hand impatiently as he stalked past Rigby, “Go apologize and get out of here. Don’t have time for your shenanigans.” Before he’d started work on the ship again, he’d whirled around and jabbed a finger at them. “And if you bled on this ship, that’s a week’s worth of pay!”

“Y-yessir.” Rigby nearly yelped again when they turned to the bounty hunter to find him standing right next to them. Watching them. Waiting. “Uhhh.”

Don’t talk to anyone.

“S-sorry, uhh, for before.” Rigby clutched the front of their shirt, taking a step back so they weren’t anywhere near the Mandalorian’s space. Only for him to take a step forward. So they took another step back. Another step forward. This continued as Rigby rambled out whatever apologies they could think of, but they couldn’t think so it was a lot of nonsense and bullshit. Backing away from the bounty hunter as he followed them, his movements slow and measured while Rigby was struggling to keep themself upright. Eventually their brain caught up with their own words, and they wanted to swallow their own fucking tongue. “ - sure you get tired of scaring the piss out of people, I bet it really sucks having that happen with the person who’s helping fix up your ship --”

“Dammit, Rigby!” Rej’s voice echoed through the garage, making them nearly jump out of their skin. “I told you to apologize, not talk the man’s ear off! Get the hell outta here!”

“R-right, sorry!” And just before they turned to scramble away, they heard the low, modulated voice from the man towering next to them.

“You don’t get out much, do you?”

It was a foolish hope that they would never, ever see that man again.

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