#Ailyn Vel

[lamaenthel]

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Helpless (Boba Fett, Jango Fett • 851 Words)

Solitary Confinement (CC-2224|Cody, Obi-Wan Kenobi, Ahsoka Tano • 1575 Words)

"Bite Down On This" (CC-5052|Bly, Aayla Secura, Quinlan Vos • 868 Words)

Obedience (CT-5597|Jesse, Darth Maul, Original Mandalorian Character • 1942 Words)

Rope Burns (CT-7567|Rex, Sith!Ahsoka Tano, Darth Vader, Sabé • 1723 Words)

"You Lied To Me" (Sintas Vel, Ailyn Vel, Mirta Gev • 1284 Words)

Suffering In Silence (CC-3636|Wolffe, Plo Koon • 889 Words)

"Why Won't It Stop" (Leia Organa, Luke Skywalker • 1443 Words)

 Bees Human Shield (Etain Tur-Mukan, RC-1136|Darman Skirata 876 Words)

Killing In Self Defense (Obi-Wan Kenobi, Satine Kryze, Qui-Gon Jinn • 383 Words)

Time Loop "I Love You" (CT-7567|Rex, Darth Vader, Sith!Ahsoka Tano • 1931 Words)

Semi-Conscious (Qui-Gon Jinn, Obi-Wan Kenobi • 604 Words)

"You Weren't Supposed To Get Hurt" (Jango Fett, Boba Fett • 798 Words)

Blood-Stained Tiles (CT-6116|Kix, CT-5597|Jesse, Anakin Skywalker • 372 Words)

"Who Did This To You?" (CT-7567|Rex, Darth Vader, Sith!Ahsoka Tano, Padmé Amidala, Obi-Wan Kenobi • 1590 Words)

Came Back Wrong (CT-7567|Rex, Darth Vader, Sith!Ahsoka Tano, Padmé Amidala, Obi-Wan Kenobi • 2935 Words)

Hostage Situation (Barriss Offee, Luminara Unduli • 729 Words)

Too Weak To Move (Ailyn Vel, Boba Fett • 2114 Words)

"Please Don't" (Chirrut Îmwe, Baze Malbus • 458 Words)

Truth Serum (Crosshair, Omega • 1309 Words)

Unresponsive (Depa Billaba, Caleb Dume • 510 Words)

"You Weren't Meant To Be There" (N-11|Ordo Skirata, Besany Wennen • 819 Words)

Presumed Dead (Chopper, Hera Syndulla • 1735 Words)

"I'm Doing This Because I Care About You" (CT-7567|Rex, Darth Vader, Sith!Ahsoka Tano, Padmé Amidala, Obi-Wan Kenobi • 2376 Words)

Waterboarding (Kal Skirata, N-11|Ordo Skirata • 759 Words)

"Help Them" (Alexsandr Kallus, Zeb Orrelios • 943 Words)

Left For Dead (ARC-1409|Echo • 447 Words)

"No… Not Like This" (Cal Kestis, Merrin • 403 Words)

Not Allowed To Die (CT-7567|Rex, Darth Vader, Sith!Ahsoka Tano, CC-2224|Cody • 2457 Words)

[furious-blueberry0]

First things first, your Mirta art is amazing. But now I want to know how you imagine Sintas and Ailyn look like? I really hope I’m not annoying you. If I do, feel free to ignore me.

Have a nice day.

Hi!!! Thank you very much and do not worry, I’m always happy to receive these kind of asks! They make my day (even if I do not respond immediately, sometimes I just need a bit more time lol)

As I designed Mirta, for Sintas I had in mind someone like Danai Gurira as a face claim, so I can safely say that to me she looks like this (plus the kiffar tattoos):

For Ailyn I like to think she looks like her daughter, plus Boba's eye shape

I honestly wanted to draw them, but these days re kinda messy so this is all I can give 😅

[rulimaquina]

Ailyn Vel impersonating her father, Boba Fett, as seen in the cover of Star Wars - Young Jedi Knights: Shards of Alderaan

[mandalorianhistorian]

Ailyn vels death will always be sad as she never found out the truth to what truly happened imagine if ailyn was still alive I feel like her and boba would have a very strong bond I love mirta and bobas relationship as ba buir and granddaughter but I still wish we had more on boba and his little girl

( boba is a good buir and ba buir )

[dukeoftheblackstar]

Star Wars: Blood Ties

I've decided to go over bookmarked and saved references I have for my undying love for the Fett lore. I've also decided to writhe in pain for Boba and submit to an endless barrage of praise for everything that he is, stands for, and upholds.

I just want to love on him so much and make him understand how much Jango Fett and Jaster Mereel are beyond proud of what he has become pre and post The Book of Boba Fett.

With the recent end to Season 3 of the Mandalorian with no trace of any spec of Fett in there, I'm still very hopeful that they'll explore the Mand'alore history since they're all about it being "the way".

[mayxthexforce]

The edit I made of Erana James as Ailyn Vel

[jackthunderboltyt]

Okay.

Boba adopts Din. And then Ailyn Vel, Boba's daughter, shows up and is very confused about her suddenly new brother.

Boba: Ailyn. This is your brother, Din.

Ailyn: what the fucking hell, Dad!

Boba: and this my husband Cal and my wife Fennec

Ailyn: wha-

Fennec: just call me fennec

Cal: boba when did this happen?

Boba: after you left me on naboo

Cal: I was gone for a month

Boba: with no note or call. Like everytime you broke up with me

Cal: that was different!

Grogu: *peaks head up over table* patoo

Ailyn: who's this?

Din: *like usual, hasn't gotten a word in once* my son, grogu

Ailyn: *gasps* IM AN AUNTIE????!!!!

[irresponsibility101]

16, 27, 38 character solidifying asks for Ailyn!

ty jay!! also ignore the fact that this is uhhhhhhhhhh several days late rip.

16. What does your character do for a living? How do they see their profession? What do they like about it? Dislike?

she’s a bounty hunter! along with smth else i am considering for the banter but mostly a bounty hunter. she enjoys the mystery and the adrenaline rush more than killing, but she’s not got any qualms about it for self preservation and also “i became a mandalorian following the great purge and the destruction of alderaan and my main babysitter was one of the last members of the true mandalorians” reasons. she sees it partly as a way to one-up boba again, especially after he gets sarlaac’d -- if she can’t kill him herself, she can at least take his place as the best bounty hunter in the galaxy. she also sees it as another connection to her mother, sintas, who was a bounty hunter too. the ghosts of her parents are almost always hanging over her, the difference is just in how she sees them.

27. How do they relate to their appearance? How do they wear their clothing? Style? Quality?

she is very aware of what she looks like, which is both a bad and good thing, because on the one hand she looks way more like boba than she does sintas which is kind of the exact opposite of how she wanted it to go? but if her face is taken out of the equation she’s more confident-- she’s has a lot of energy that she puts into working out and training, both because it’s a reminder that she’s physically strong enough to give boba a good fight if not beat him outright when she finds him, and because she’s been hanging out with jedi for too long and she’s kind of adapted the speed and flexibility into her fighting style, and so being able to move fast enough while in full beskar’s helpful.

she’s more femme in terms of clothing, while still being practical enough to kick ass in should the moment arise. also she really likes blue, pink, and crop tops, with the crop top part being linked directly to the fact that she’s decently muscular and likes to make it known lmao.

38. Are they basically negative when facing new things? Suspicious? Hostile? Scared? Enthusiastic?

ailyn’s mostly cautiously optimistic? she’s pretty decent at adapting to new things but she still views them with a healthy dose of suspicion most of the time.

[tathrin]

🤡 For the emoji fanfic writer asks!

From this ask meme.

I answered this here, but I see no reason why I can't answer it again, so: here is a snippet from an AU where Sintas Vel died when Ailyn was only six, and now Fett is stuck trying to figure out wtf to do with a small child. (Spoiler: he is terrible at it.)

Ailyn looked up at him again and asked, “What's the ship's name?”

Behind the opaque visor of his helmet, Fett blinked. “What?” he said.

“The ship.” Ailyn patted the bulkhead beside her with her small brown hand. “What's its name?”

“Nothing,” Fett said. Having learned that Ailyn was at times a literal creature—an admirable trait, and one that more creatures in the galaxy could stand to evince more often—he quickly added in clarification, “It doesn't have one.”

Ailyn frowned at him, her small face crinkling in disappointment. “Everything has to have a name,” she told her, her voice dripping with imperious wisdom.

Fett shrugged helplessly. The ship had an identity transponder, of course (technically it had three, although the two false transponders he could toggle between were highly illegal and, more relevantly, not entirely reliable; they were best used in out-of-the-way places with outdated tech or on quick jobs where no one was likely to bother taking a closer look at the data on their scanners). That was a string of letters and numbers one hundred and forty-two characters long that he had committed to memory so far back in his childhood that he couldn't actually remember when he'd learned them. He could have told Ailyn that, but he knew she was asking for something else.

“The ship needs a name,” she repeated insistently.

Fett cast about wildly for a suitable response. He now regretted being so quick to avoid letting her mistakenly believe that the ship's name was "Nothing." At least that would have been a name. When he had been Ailyn's age, his father had simply called it “the ship.” As in, “wait in the ship, Boba” or “we'll follow them in the ship, Boba” or “get back to the ship, Boba!” There hadn't been a need for anything more specific. For the rare situation when another vehicle was involved in their lives, that was easily clarified by saying something like “the swoop” or “the speeder” or “the Sienar BR-21” instead. The ship was simply the ship.

Ailyn stared at him, her dark eyes full of silent and unshakable demand.

“Ship One,” Fett finally said.

Ailyn raised both her eyebrows. “That's its name?” she asked, in a voice that made it clear that the appropriate answer to her question was “No.”

“Yes,” said Fett.

Ailyn shook her head despairingly. She looked down at the stuffed toy sitting on the bench beside her. “Baba isn't allowed to name things anymore,” she whispered to the toy.

[could-they-be-a-pro-wrestler]

HIGHLIGHTS FROM THIS EPISODE OF FRIDAY NIGHT PUNCHGROUND

BO-KATAN’S LEADERSHIP IS THREATENED

Previously, Sabine Wren (Star Wars) humiliated the Mandalorian Bloodline when she defeated Bo-Katan’s representative Mirta Gev (Star Wars). Sabine’s not the only problem Bo-Katan is facing; in NXTB, Darth Maul has gathered a couple of allies to battle against the Mandalorian Bloodline.

Facing a two-front war against Sabine and Maul, Bo-Katan’s leadership is being questioned by the other members of the Mandalorian Bloodline. There’s even rumors that someone is planning on challenging Bo for the Darksaber and the leadership of the organization…

[lamaenthel]

Too Weak To Move

[read on ao3][masterlist]Febuwhump prompt: too weak to move

The Spark-Dragon's lifeform scanner made a honking error noise for the third time. "Scan's negative for anything alive, except for the sarlacc itself," Ash announced. "Again. Sorry, Ay, but—" "Run it again," Ailyn snapped at the Togruta. He rolled his eyes at her and turned back to his holoconsole. She brought up her programming screen and started modifying the inorganic search parameters to look for traces of beskar. "Qi'ra said that her sources saw him fall in. He's in full beskar. There's a good karking chance he's still alive."

Characters: Ailyn Vel, Boba Fett, Akshay 'Ash' Zaman (OMC) Wordcount: 2114 [tw for blood, gore, body horror]

Dad let out a low whistle and elbowed her in the ribs, grinning. "Look at that! That's a ST-70 class Razor Crest. That one, Al'ika. Trust me."

"It's no Firespray," Ailyn said, frowning. "And there's more rust than durasteel. The landing gear—"

"It's a junkyard, ner terakona. If you want brand new then we'll find you brand new, but you won't be able to afford it for a few more years." He gave her a look that made her feel like she was thirteen years old again, sitting outside the lair of the spark-dragon she was hunting for her verd'goten. "This is a good find. Razor Crests are decent on fuel and will work like a dog for you." He raised his hand to signal the Toydarian junk dealer. "I'll help you fix her up until she sings. You can even paint her purple if you want."

Ailyn tried not to smile too wide. "Alright. I'll take your word for it."

Dad yanked her down to his height so he could give her a kiss on the cheek. "That's my girl."

The smoky plume rising from the remains of Jabba the Hutt's pleasure barge was an ugly black scar against the Tatooinian sunset. Two moons had made it above the purple horizon, the third still playing hard to get.

It had been a long, long time since the moons had risen on Tatooine without a Hutt in power.

The Spark-Dragon's lifeform scanner made a honking error noise for the third time. "Scan's negative for anything alive, except for the sarlacc itself," Ash announced. "Again. Sorry, Ay, but—"

"Run it again," Ailyn snapped at the Togruta. He rolled his eyes at her and turned back to his holoconsole. She brought up her programming screen and started modifying the inorganic search parameters to look for traces of beskar. "Qi'ra said that her sources saw him fall in. He's in full beskar. There's a good karking chance he's still alive."

"We're not close enough to get grabbed hovering over it like this, are we?" Ash's paranoid eyes flicked up to The Spark-Dragon's viewport every few seconds.

"No." Ailyn's new program said it would take forty seconds to compile. "It's asleep anyway."

Her partner snorted. "Sarlaccs sleep?"

Ailyn shrugged. "Everything sleeps. But for the record, yes, sarlaccs are generally less active after dark. It takes too much energy to stay warm during the Tatooine night."

"If you say so." Ash leaned back in his chair and laced his fingers behind his orange-striped head. His mutilated left lek just barely brushed his shoulder; a constant visual reminder of the Zygerrian hellhole he'd barely escaped as a teenager. "Can't lie, Ay, I'm curious."

"About what?" Ailyn fired off her scanning program and watched the screen for any sign of beskar that wasn't her own.

"You dipped on our job and dragged us halfway across the galaxy because of a missed check-in." His dark gray eyes settled on her face. "No offense, but why was the great Boba Fett checking in with you of all people in the first place?"

Ailyn smirked. "The great Boba Fett just so happens to be my biological father."

The blue drained out of Akshay's face so quick that it almost matched the white, angular markings on his cheeks. "He's your father?" he squawked.

"Yep."

Ash looked like he was about to have a heart attack. "Boba Fett. The deadliest bounty hunter to have ever lived. That motherfucker is your father."

Ailyn cackled. "Literally in this case, yeah."

"Oh my—e chu ta, Ay, you're telling me that we—that I—"

"Have been shagging the daughter of the deadliest bounty hunter to have ever lived?" Ailyn asked cheekily. "Yep."

Ash swallowed hard. "B-but you're a Kiffar! And your surname is Vel! And you've got the…" He pointed to the trigram tattooed over her eye.

"The qukuff is from my mother's side, dipshit." Ailyn shook her head. "And I'm only a quarter Kiffar. If I was full, I'd be seven feet tall." She grinned. "I'm a quarter Twi'lek too, as you well know." She flicked her brown eyes down between her legs and snickered.

Ash still looked like he was going through five stages of grief. "Did you… did you always know he was your dad?"

She frowned. "What the hell is that supposed to mean?"

"You said biological. That implies that you had another one."

"No. I had a mother who…" Ailyn bit her lip. Her father taught her not to speak poorly of the dead. "She had her own issues with my father. They split when I was just a toddler. She had a few boyfriends I bonded with, but they weren't anything I'd call a dad. Nobody stayed for very long anyway. My mom didn't let me see my actual dad very often when I was growing up, but she disappeared on a job when I was ten. After that, he took me in and raised me up like he'd wanted to the whole time. Trained me. He taught me how to shoot, slice, and repair pretty much anything." She made a wide gesture around The Spark-Dragon's cockpit. "He even helped me pick out this ship once I'd earned the creds. He taught me Mando'a, oversaw my verd'goten—it's a coming of age thing for Mandos," she added at Ash's confused look. She tapped the beskar plate on her chest. "This was my grandmother's. Kaisa Skirata."

"Never heard of her."

Ailyn scowled. "Why the fuck would you have heard of my grandmother, Ash?"

"Well, you said her name like I was supposed to know it, so—"

Ailyn's scanner lit up with a hit. "There!" she said excitedly. "Beskar! It's detecting his armor!"

"Where?" Ash stood and crossed the cockpit to look. "That's…" He glanced at her. "That's pretty far down. I don't know if I—"

"You won't." Ailyn retrieved her helmet—purple, the color he hated most, with cheeky red accents to honor him—and popped it over her short black hair. "I'm going down."

"You sure that's a good idea?"

"It's better than leaving him down there to melt," she snapped through her vocabulator. "You're on the stick. Here's hoping I can grab him and get out before it smells me. Or tastes me." Ailyn shuddered. "Dammit, this is going to be dicey."

"Yeah it is." Ash took over the pilot seat with an unhappy look. "For the record, if he kills me because I let you go down there alone, I'm haunting your ass until the heat death of the universe."

"Don't worry." Ailyn gave him a thumbs up and opened the cargo hatch. "Once he finds out I've been riding you like a rancor, he won't even remember I jumped into a sarlacc pit." She slid down the cargo ladder, cackling at the furious string of Huttese curses that followed her.

Ailyn had the durasteel cable lubed up with white grease to keep the sarlacc's acid from eating into it and trapping her inside. She had a canister full of chemically-basic firefoam to neutralize acid on both her and Dad. And she had her jetpack, which given the overwhelming methane wasn't a good thing to try and use down there, but she figured if she was going to go then she was taking the chakaar with her.

"I'm descending," Ailyn announced to Ash over comms.

"Holding steady elevation at thirty meters," Ash responded nervously. "Don't get bit. And don't melt."

"That's the plan." She smacked the windlass and stepped over the edge, sailing right down into the literal jaws of death. The beak of the creature hung open as it slept, absorbing the last bit of heat of the day as the final moon rose above Tatooine's horizon. She eyed the beak that could snap both her and the cable in half with a single chomp as she approached it.

"It's not too late to back out."

Ailyn swallowed her fear. "Keep going." She went rigid as she quietly slipped past the mouth and into the open pit of fleshy, acid-covered tentacles and stomach tissue that her computer said had a Mandalorian at the bottom of. The methane was so thick that she could see it wavering in the air like heat waves on top of a running engine. There were bodies—or the chunky, red gelatin that she assumed used to be bodies—being grotesquely absorbed by thousands of little pores in the stomach wall that opened and shut like ugly little anuses, almost obscene in their slow pace.

"Still breathing?" Ash asked.

"Barely. Keep going." Ailyn prayed that her father had fallen with a full tank of air on. It had only been three days. If he hadn't… she'd come as fast as she could, broken many laws in the process, but she'd been halfway across the galaxy.

Her commlink provided her a target like a beacon puck. She spotted a flash of silver near the bottom left, a beskar-clad figure with a tentacle wrapped around his legs. "Spotted!" she whispered excitedly.

"Good. Grab him and let's get the hell out of here."

"Oh, Daddy." As she got closer, her heart both swelled with relief to see him and clenched in horror at what had happened to him. He was knee deep in the horrific amalgamation of flesh and acid near the bottom and leaning up against the stomach wall. Ailyn searched for his vitals on her HUD. "He's alive." She almost burst into tears.

"Hurry up, Ay, this beak is starting to wiggle."

Ailyn wrapped a length of greased chain around his waist and pulled him tight against her chest. "Pull," she whispered. The chain went up, but as it pulled them the meat slid off the bones of her father's legs like a nuna drumstick. His shin bones and boots stayed trapped upright in the stomach lining, already fused with the creature.

It was a testament to how well her father had trained her to handle even the worst situations that she didn't puke in her helmet. Or maybe it was shock. "Shabla haran," she said faintly, going for the medkit on her belt. She fumbled with the latch, trying not to cry as she got the tourniquets out. The bands were wrenched tight above both of her father's knees, tight enough to stem the flow of blood from a hose to a dribble.

"Bad?"

"Start up the protocol for the carbonite chamber," Ailyn said roughly. "He's not going to make it to a doctor."

"Shit. Sorry, Ay. It's booting up now."

She waited until she had almost matched The Spark-Dragon's elevation before using her jetpack to boost them the last few meters. She undid their chains and started spraying her father down with the firefoam to neutralize the acid. His paintjob was gone, only the silver beskar remained. His kute thankfully had enough armorweave embedded in it that it had slowed down the degradation of the material and protected his skin. It was the only reason he wasn't soup. She quickly sprayed herself down and ripped her helmet off. "Daddy?" she asked softly, working his off next.

"Al…" Her father blinked a few times, completely disoriented. "Al'ika?"

" 'Lek. Su'cuy." She sobbed out a laugh. "I didn't hear from you. You know how I worry when you don't check in."

Dad smiled deliriously. "That's… that's my girl." He reached up with a weak hand to touch her face. She ripped off his glove and pressed it against her bare skin. "Proud of you, ner terakona."

"I love you." She was really crying now, damn it. She heard Ash's feet hit the ladder and quickly wiped her eyes. "It's ready?" she forced out.

"Yeah." Ash's gray eyes were the size of kriffing grenades. "Holy Ashla, that's…"

"Help me," Ailyn barked, sliding her forearms underneath her father's armpits. He was too weak to move, barely clinging to consciousness.

Ash held the frame steady and made a face like he was trying not to vomit as she hoisted her father into the carbonite chamber. "You know that he might not survive the thawing," he said hesitantly.

"He's definitely not going to survive the trip to Anchorhead." Ailyn kissed the back of her father's bare head. "Ni kartay'li gar darasuum, ner buir. Sleep well."

The frame offgassed as it froze her father solid. Ailyn circled around and leaned down to give her bronzed father a kov'nyn. "We still have one seismic charge left, right?" she asked Ash.

He grinned. "Oh yeah."

"Good." She glared at the beast in the sand below them and wondered how it was possible to hate something so much. "I think this bitch wants some dessert."

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[mayxthexforce]

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@sithisms

@mutatiio

@nieithryn

@kylo-wrecked

[rulimaquina]

Hear me out

Erana James as an older Ailyn Vel Fett

[mandalorianhistorian]

[mayxthexforce]

@lionthought

[mayxthexforce]

POV: you're in some cantina on Nar Shaddaa in 1ABY.