#Korkie x Din

[duchess-of-mandalore]

Happy Mother's Day to the Kryze sisters and their Mando/Jedi sons.

Maybe someday it'll even be official!

[meshla-cyarika]

Hear me out

okay but the guy who plays that Mandalorian that everyone thinks is Korkie is so fine.

I want to smash him into oblivion but in a sexy way

[doritooooo]

I think that a very important thing to remember when talking about Obi-Wan and Din being brothers-in-law is that Korkie and Grogu would be cousins in this everyone lives au.

[titikawai]

They need to address Bo’s trauma

Alright so this is going to be a super long essay about Bo’s trauma as I have been doing some research for the next chapters of my fic Mind Games. I went through her background and thought I would share with you my headcanons surrounding that. I especially realized that with her deaging came quite heavy consequences and thought we could discuss them. 

There are of course going to be HUGE TRIGGER WARNINGS : Grief, Grooming, SA, anxiety, depression, s*ic*de. DISCLAIMER I am no therapist so this is just me drawing from some of my how experiences with trauma and doing some researches online. 

Please know your limits and do not attempt to read this if you feel uneasy around those topics, I wouldn’t want to trigger anyone. Same goes with the potential comments that will be left under this post

So first, I’ll start with the implications of deaging Bo-Katan as they did. When we watch Clone Wars, we are led to understand that she is Satine’s younger sister but there are no indications on her age. If we think about it logically, there would probably be around an age gap of maximum 5 years between them. However, as many already pointed out, it would mean that she’d be around 60 years old in the third season of the Mandalorian. I watched a few of Katee Sackhof’s interview where she was saying that Bo-Katan was way younger that many thought she was. Indeed, with her being cast for Bo and Rosario Dawson for Ahsoka, I figured that it probably that the two were probably around the same age in CW, hence them becoming “friends” starting 7th season. It thus means that she probably was in her late teens or early twenties. However, the directors’ decision to deage her has quite huge implications : 

 Headcanons : 

* First of all, it means that there was quite a huge age gap between Satine and her sister: 15 to 20 years approximately

· We figured from the first episodes of season 3 that Bo-Katan has known her Dad and that he fought and died in the Great Mandalorian civil war. There was no mention of her mom so I just assume she died in childbirth of during the civil war as well. 

·  When her dad died, Satine became duchess of Mandalore and probably didn’t have time to personally take care of such a young sister, especially considering that she went under Qui-Gon and Obi Wan’s protection. The latter never met her so it means that she probably stayed on Mandalore with her nannies or relatives, witnessing the horros of the Civil war. She probably felt abandoned by her sister. She probably wished the war to end as soon as possible (some have theorized that her dad probably taught her how to fight so she probably wasn’t scared of using violence to defend her planet), explaining why she never understood why her sister was a pacifist.

· I am a strong believer in Satine being Korkie’s mom (I mean there is no third sister). So it means that Bo-Katan was probably a child when her big sister got pregnant with Obi-Wan. Probably, she witnessed her sister going into hidding to have her baby to try and not become a pariah. I figure this would explain Bo-Katan’s resentment against Jedis and particularly Obi-Wan as he didn’t reach out to her sister nor stepped up for her nephew (with whom there isn’t such a big age gap)

·       So, I have seen this theory going around the internet and read it in some fanfics. It makes sense to me and would explain many things in Bo-Katan’s behaviour. THIS IS WHERE THE TW BEGINS (Grooming) : I figured that Bo-Katan probably met Pre Vizsla after the civil war as he was part of the clan of the enemy. He probably quickly became her mentor, an authority figure that she felt like could replace her dad (she definitely has daddy issues). He probably made her feel understood and special, filling the whole of her parents and Satine’s absence. I honestly believe in the grooming theory saying that he manipulated her into a relationship and death watch to take over the throne of Mandalore taking advantage of her status as the duchess’ sister (as he knew it would humiliate the latter). 

·        TW (SA) Bo probably became very secretive and broke contact with her sister, probably experiencing quite a lot of anxiety : as groomed individuals cannot give consent she was victim of SA. One proof of that would be that “imfamous” butt slap she gave Ahsoka upon meeting her (which is also SA). This sexualized behaviour is not appropriate for a teen or young adult. 

*        Her exposure to this type of trauma probably made her feel like she felt invicible to danger and that is when she developed a violent, criminal behaviour (let’s not forget she participated in the burning of a village and the enslavement of its inhabitants). 

·        Then Pre Vizsla died by the hands of Darth Maul and she started feeling  grief but also probably self doubt, being hit with what she had done and went back to her sister.  She did horrible things while in DW and probably enjoyed them back then through her broken perception of things.

·        Then Satine died and she felt guilty for her death because obviously she she betrayed her. This changed her deeply as she was bombarded with her overwhelming feelings of blame, regret, guilt and confusion, probably struggling with TW drug or alcohol abuse, self harm or suicidal thoughts. 

·        She ended up leading her people, most of them probably hating her for what happened to their planet, Pre Vizsla and her sister, for Maul and of course later, the Purge… She was not her sister and I don’t think that she had ever thought through becoming the duchess of Mandalore. She definitely wanted the power but probably was not ready for that responsibility. Her people respected her because she was royalty, nothing more. They did not have love for her, nor respect : hence why they all left her once she didn’t have the darksaber anymore.

·        All those events had a huge impact on her adult life considering she had lost the majority of people she cared for and struggled to build strong and healthy relationships

She definitely struggles to be vulnerable around others tie that scene with Grogu where she asks him what he is looking at in episode 2) 

·        When it comes to romantic relationships, I picture her having an avoidant attachment style used her sex appeal as a tool to manipulate men AND women (we stan a bisexual queen), to feel in control. I feel like if she started feeling someone catching feelings for her, she would flee (that’s probably what happened with Axe as many of us assume that he was in love with her and was her ex FWB because of his bitterness and her reluctance when talking about him). 

 ·        When it comes to her relationship with Din (sorry I’m a Dinbo shipper) I feel like when she met him he struck her as really different to the other guys she met : 

-first because she had been forced to reflect on her past and draw lessons from it while she was alone on Sundary for two years

-then because he wore a helmet : so she did not see his face and struggled to sexualize him which forced her to focus on who he is inside and really bond with him on an intimate level (here I speak of real emotional intimacy and not sex)

- because he, himself, did not consider her as a piece of meat (I picture Din as asexual or demi-sexual) and he quickly showed her he cared about her and not her title, showing true loyalty to her for the first time in forever (except from her relationship with Ursa Wren and Ahsoka, I assume she didn’t have very deep friendships, most of them probably being shallow)

-because of Grogu, Din is starting to shift from an avoidant attachment style to a secure one and is way less guarded than in the first season

-so I guess she is intriged by this new form of intimacy with him, the way she feels at ease with him and not feel like she need to be hypervigilant (the scene in the cave where they sit super close shows that). Both of them lost their parents quite young and I feel like it could be a shared experience they could bond over or already have unconsciously. 

When it comes to her relationship with Ahsoka : 

PLS WRITTERS I BEG OF YOU show me a real healthy female relationship without toxicity and where they support each other no matter what. 

[josephinekhawaja]

I mean, if anybody would be able to secularise (/seduce) Din Djarin out of this culty mess, that would be Bo-Katan Kryze.

Never shipped Satine and Obi-Wan Kenobi (Obi-Wan x Sabé has been OTP for me since 1999), but thought I caught a photoset in passing where he canonically admits he would have left the Jedi order for her.

The power of the Kryze sisters to lure away the religious is potent. You got this, girl. Go save your boy a literal third time from himself🥴😵.

[direwolfrules]

3 Mandos and a Baby AU: The One Where Bo-Katan Accidentally Adopts a Child

So, while the Scooby Gang was handling Mandalorian affairs the Clone Wars kick off.

Listen, killing Pre Vizsla and installing a 16 year old as the head of a whole sector takes a lot of focus and they all just kinda forgot about their local Sith Lord for a minute. Satine’s kept in power as Jorad’alor, because Korkie loves and respects his mom aunt, and also cause the New Mando acceptance for his rule is kinda predicated on that.

So Korkie involves them in the Clone Wars on the side of the Republic because “Jaster and 99 want me to save their grandsons/brothers”. If he starts secretly sending out baruurs to cut out the clones chips well, the Republic doesn’t need to know. And if he’s giving all clones Mandalorian citizenship well, the Republic can go jump in a Rancor pit.

This boy has no tolerance for slavery of any kind, and in his speech to his councilors Bo-Katan is reminded of another, older Korkie, passionately defending his choice to blow another Hutt slave processing camp sky high. She can’t help but be proud, and a little bit sad. What good would that Korkie had done had he not kept running into the fires that night, determined to save every Mando’ad he could?

I’m going to say Aq Vetina is a colony world just outside of Mandalorian Space and nominally under the authority of a Core world. Unfortunately for Aq Vetina, that Core world is corrupt as fuck/friendly with the galaxy’s creepiest old man. It gets attacked and out ride the mighty Mandalorians, off to save the day!

It ends up being a joint project between the Protectors and the Nite Owls, because Korkie declared it so (Myles may or may not have gotten Korkie in on the bofenn shipping. Adonai just stares menacingly from the corner). The Children of the Watch seemed to be the ones coolest with having an actual child as their king and did not protest when he sent them to guard Kamino.

Anyway, Bo and Fenn spend the whole fight making sarcastic comments and trying their best to one up each other, as one does now that they’ve completed the most therapeutic action of all, killing an abusive domestic terrorist. Anyway, it gets down to the last few Super Battle Droids and Bo hears crying from a storm cellar.

Anyway, ten minutes later Bo has a young Din Djarin strapped to her back and a deep sense of disgruntlement. Her final rival for the Darksaber, bane of her existence, and lord of all that’s annoying is currently an adorable five year old sucking on a piece of candied muja fruit Fenn gave him and sobbing into her hair.

Once the mourning little boy cries himself to sleep Bo fills Fenn in on her history with Mand’alor Djarin and his frog son. Fenn thinks this is hysterical, and laughs so hard he almost wakes up the ad’ika.

This is a theme that’s repeated amongst the time travelers, with the exception of Ursa. She actually does laugh so loud it wakes up baby Din.

Anyway, Bo-Katan is adamant that she is not adopting this kid. She’s not! The fact that she’s acting parental is just coincidence! Sure, she’s feeding the kid and clothing the kid and letting him seek affection and assurance from her, but that’s normal when dealing with a traumatized ad’ika. Try finding a Mando’ad who wouldn’t treat a traumatized orphan that way. (Fenn’s rebuttal to this is “Find one who wouldn’t adopt a traumatized orphan” and Bo elbows him in the ribs)

The whole time they’re in Sundari after that (Keldabe’s still being rebuilt) baby Din just follows after her like trouble follows R2-D2. Satine puts baby Din up in the family apartments, because Satine’s still pissed about the whole coup thing and also because she has a great many years of older sister teasing to make up for. (And maybe, in some part of her soul, Satine is glad that clan Kryze is growing again. It used to be a great clan, with dozens of members before the Wars and the bombing of Kalevala’s dome).

Korkie just flat out calls Din his cousin. Whenever people visit the palace and question who the new kid is Korkie tells them it’s his Auntie Bo’s kid. Bo kinda regrets giving a literal teenager near-absolute power over their people. Her nephew just gives her unimpressed looks and mentions that she got the armorer to start making Din beskar out of her Great Aunt’s old kit, and by giving this kid the family beskar she’s just adopting him without the formal declaration. Then he does that weird thing where he laughs at nothing (he’s laughing at Adonai’s excitement over new grandchildren).

Anyway, after a few weeks of this Fenn goes to adopt baby Din and Bo-Katan and he get super into it about who this kid’s buir is. Things suddenly get quiet and when they do finally come down an hour later they’ve agreed on shared custody. No one mentions what they were doing up there, and no one wants to.

Well, except for Myles and Tarre, but no one listens to them much. Except Adonai and Jaster, but that’s only so they know when the face-punching should commence.

[qulrikkek]

Summary:

Din and Bo discover a long forgotten chamber under the Jedi Temple, and unravel secrets that were hidden for many decades.

Notes:

Longer chapter as promised!

WARNING!

PLOT TWISTS INCOMING!

[kyoshiwarrior1997]

Special chapter is up!

[kalevalakryze]

I’m having too much fun? I think. Chapter 3 is already up and I might be starting chapter four after my phone charges a bit.

[martamatta95]

Referring to an earlier post of mine about a possible connection between Cobb and Korkie.

This is a preview of a One shot, it's just a few fragments scattered throughout the story.

Obviously the theme has to do with it is always Dincobb 😍

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"We need more men...", she whispers with some ideas.

"We're rounding them up, but it takes time", Din replies.

The Mandalorian princess's thoughts turn elsewhere, while the others go about their business. There is one who could help her, who has stayed out of all this.

*

"Good morning Foreigner", Jo greets her cordially but handling the rifle with care, "Welcome to Freetown, excuse our mistrust, but what brings you to the city?".

“I'm looking for the marshal", she says bluntly and the young woman wonders if all Mandalorians are that blunt and if Cobb gives off some sort of aroma or hormone that draws them to him like womp rats with syrup.

"For what exactly?".

"He sends Din Djarin to me with a gift. My stay will not be long as I have duties to return to".

Jo looks her up and down with a raised eyebrow, she was under the impression of her that she had told him half truth and half lie.

"Mando's friends, they're ours too", Cobb's voice gets the two women's attention.

And the Mandalorian in blue is frozen staring at him, all the while the marshal approaches reassuring Jo and beckons the newcomer to follow.

The young woman curiously notes that the determined and relentless steps the Mandalorian has taken since she stepped off the ship have become hesitant and shaky.

*

She takes off his helmet wanting to observe that face so aged with his own eyes.

He doesn't hold back. She doesn't hide her emotions from him, it's been so long. And, from the marshal's expressions, she understands that they are a mirror of each other's emotions.

"Korkie...", Bo whispers thinking he must be almost 50 now, his parents were 18 when they conceived him, Korkie Kryze was born in 39 BBY.

Counting with his parents, Korkie was 39 when his father died. He's now he's 47, the age on his face roughened by desert life, giving him more wrinkles and years than he should have.

The marshal sighs, he was a boy the last time he saw her, now he's a man.

"I haven't heard that name for a long time, ba'vodu", Cobb smiles at her and now Bo-Katan is sure of it, it's her sister's same smile

*

And that I was hoping it was just a courtesy visit, but there never was any courtesy with you. Just duty and struggle,” sighs Cobb taking a long swig of spochtka, “Why do you need me? From the rumors that reach me of your war quite a few Clan have joined Mando and his cause".

"Do you know about his role as Mand'alor?".

"I try to stay informed, I never thought the past would come back to haunt me here too. I've tried to erase it and stay away from it".

Bo laughs shaking his head, "You're a terrible liar and a hypocrite. If you really didn't care, you wouldn't be listening to anything Mandalorian news and you wouldn't have taken Fett's armor beyond your need".

Cobb opens his mouth ready to argue, but then closes it forcefully baring his teeth. Why did he always find the right spots to hit him? Even his mother had a great talent in this.

"I don't want to go back for a people who allowed a woman like my mother to die, in a sense they killed her. And the Mandalorians never change, they are always there ready to go back to old habits and violence. They don't know how to do anything else".

Bo-Katan shakes her head, "Not all Mandalorians are like that, not even yours Mando or you would never have given him Fett's armor back."

"Why are you here, aunt?", Cobb cuts short.

"Don't you know?", the red-haired woman looks into his eyes, "Many remember you and your actions against Maul and some consider you the true heir of Mandalore by birthright. They also remember other feats that you accomplished in those years and you were just a kid, imagine what you could do now".

*

Cobb grimaces and bites his tongue not sure how to answer her. If there's one thing he wants to keep from each other it's the life of Korkie Kryze with the life of Cobb Vanth.

"This belongs to you, bury it or sell it. Do with it what you will, but I ask you only one thing, think about it".

Bo-Katan gets up from his seat, not giving him time to retort, "No one knows I came here, no one knows you are alive and deeply connected with the marshal of Freetown."

She puts on her helmet and nods to him, "Glad to see you again, Korkie. I'm leaving in a couple of hours. The rest is up to you."

Cobb waits for her to come out then sigh, now knowing that she is alive and doing what she has always done: fight.

His gaze rests on the bag and biting his lip, he opens it. There within it is his condemnation and his hope.

*

Quick and accurate Blaster shots echo through the hall and then lights in some corners of the large room explode, sending glass shards and sparks falling.

A sudden silence falls between the fighting, the movements frozen in alert to await any new danger. The Nite Owls make their appearance. Din was wondering what had become of them, but something is not right.

The blue, white and silver group commando has red armor with blue decorations and the Kryze house symbol is painted all over the chest in black, on the right shoulder pad there is a familiar symbol in white.

Din has never seen this armor and probably never seen this man who leads the group of the most feared Mandalorians in the galaxy. Bo-Katan joins him, each of them wearing helmets and holding their heads up with pride.

Grogu watches him with his mouth open and stretching his fingers towards him, Din doesn't know it's for some form of greeting or a call for attention.

The fact remains that silence remains in the great hall, while all helmets and faces are turned towards the group and the footsteps of the Nite Owls echoes through the walls like the beating of hammers in a mining tunnel.

“I return after 30 years of exile, following the voices of a faint hope for our people”, the voice echoes through the room, pitched neither too high nor too low.

The distorted voice from the helmet sounds familiar to Din's ears, but he's not sure who he belongs to or who resembles him.

"And here's what I find, massiff dazzling and biting each other".

*

"I know who you are, Korkie Kryze."

The pronunciation of the name unleashes groans of surprise and whispers among the other Mandalorian, while the Nite Owls are left behind in silence, including Bo-Katan.

"You judge us, but where have you been for the past 30 years? I understand you fled after the collapse of Darth Maul's business in Sundari"

If Din was curious before the stranger, now he has a complete interest in him. He didn't know there was another Kryze out there, what connection did he have with Bo-Katan? Is he a brother or a cousin?

"That's like The Armorer, I went into exile because I wanted to clear my mind about everything that happened then. It had to process a deep mourning that circumstances didn't allow me to focus on," explains Korkie calmly, "But there have been some events over the next 15 years that prevented me from knowing the fate of my people or what was happening in the universe. I fought my way to protect people in a place where there was no justice and kindness, I pretended that the past didn 't exist and neither did the blood that runs through my veins".

Korkie hadn't hidden the hatred in those words.

"And why this behavior?", Din does not realize that he has spoken, until the man in red does not turn his visor towards him.

“I hated my people for what happened to Satine Kryze,” he says sincerely and bluntly.

*

"The reason I'm here is you, Din Djarin".

Din doesn't know why, he's faced Dark Troppers or fearsome bounty hunters and imposing creatures, but now he shivers from the weight of that gaze.

Grogu looks out from the stage stretching his hands in Korkie's direction as if he wanted to get his attention, he has never behaved like this with anyone.

The Mandalorian in red, though he doesn't stop looking at Din, moves his hand to take something from one of the pockets on his belt.

"I'm not here for that cursed weapon or to ask you for a duel", he speaks bluntly and takes a chocolate bar out of his pocket.

Grogu's eyes light up as the treat is placed between his tiny fingers, but before he grabs it the little boy strokes Korkie's hand with affection.

Din is surprised by the small gesture of generosity and even more so when the stranger in red strokes his son's head with affection. He did all of this without taking his eyes off the Mand'alor.

"We have mutual friends, Din Djarin, whom I asked about you" .

"Ashoka Tano and Cobb Vanth", he adds resolutely placing his hands on his hips, in that damn familiar posture.

*

"But I want you to know one thing", Korkie's tone is stern, "If you go astray, I won't hesitate to kill you."

There is a heavy silence between the two, Grogu is completely indifferent to the threat that his new favorite has pronounced towards his father.

Korkie huffs a laugh, "Maybe I was too harsh, killing is a bit extreme, sorry".

Din smiles back, "If our roles were reversed, I would have said the same thing".

"I'm glad to know that we understand each other, but the threat remains, I'll kick your ass if you behave inappropriately towards our people or other peoples".

"Roger it, Kryze".

“Call me Cob… Korkie”, the man in red speaks so quickly that Din isn't sure he said anything wrong.

"Call me Din, Korkie".

[alexversenaberrie]

This is my Mandalorian OC You are free to use for future painting:

Name: Mirta Satine Djarin Kryze

•Gender: Female

•Pronouns: She/Her

•Year of Birth: 12 ABY

•Place of Birth: Mandalore

•Parents: Din Djarin (father) and Bo-Katan Kryze (mother)

•Siblings: Grogu(adopted brother), Isabeth(biological sister) and Alexi(biological brother)

•House: Kryze

•Clan: Mudhorn

•Titles: Princess of Mandalore, Duchess of Kalevala, and Mand’alor (During the Age of Resistance)

Appearance:

•5’4

•Light olive skin(Caucasian X Latina)

•Athletic

•Long, wavy brown hair with ginger highlights

•Narrow face like her mother.

•Green eyes

Notable Skills:

•Combat: Like the rest of her family, Mirta is well trained in various hand-to-hand combat skills. She is also known to use various types of Westar blasters during various missions for her people, the New Republic, and the Resistance.

•Armor Building: Mirta is the first Kryze Mandalorian in more than four-hundred years to be skilled in armory thanks to first-hand experience and training from her adopted grandmother, the Armorer. In fact, she actually forged her own first set of armor from a set of beskar she reviewed ed from her father as a gift.

•Droid Building: Mirta is known for building and repairing droids that are later distributed to different Mandalorian clans for various services.

•Architectural Building: Mirta has used beskar to build various buildings across Mandalore and other planets across Mandalorian Space. She’s even credited for expanding the Mudhorn Stronghold on Navarro.

•Athleticism: Due to constant training under her father, Din Djarin, Mirta is very athletic like the rest of her family clan.

•Intelligence: Genius-level intelligence, excelled well at both the newly reestablished Royal Academy as a youth and in training with her clan. Considered prodigal.

Force Sensitive: No

Additional Information:

•The eldest of triplets to sister, Isabeth, and brother, Alexi.

•Ascended to the Mandalorian throne as Mand’alor upon the deaths of her parents during the Age of Resistance.

•Has assisted her mother with the rebuilding of Mandalore.

•Forged her own armor partially after a fallen Kryze Mandalorian from the Imperial Period.

•Has experience in piloting.

•Has a very tight-knit relationship with her entire family clan.

•Once built a monument dedicated to her late aunt Duchess Satine Kryze under the request of her cousin, Korkie.

Strengths:

•While she doesn’t often pilot ships, she’s excellent at piloting them.

•Her skills and knowledge of building armor is great for anyone looking to either acquire a new set of armor or seeking to update the armor they already have.

•Her architectural skills helped contribute to the rebuilding of Mandalore and its cities with a little help from her brother, Grogu.

•Likes to think things through and can think her way out of most situations.

Weaknesses:

•She’s known to be a little too over confident.

•Too trusting, loyal, and and selfless for her own good. She often sacrifices herself for the well-being of others.

•Although she’s a gifted warrior, she doesn’t like to take part in the fight if things get too much for her to handle.

•Not much of a politician, which can put her at odds with senators and other political figures from different planets. Especially when advocating for Mandalore’s well-being at Senate hearings on Hosnian Prime.

•Can rely too much on planning ahead, which can often result in her leaving things completely scrambled if something occurs.

•People often take advantage of her work, which can leave her frustrated if things go wrong.

•Can be emotional at times.

Armor:

•Helmet: A “Gyrafalcon”-styled Nite Owl helmet she reforged from a helmet she inherited from her late maternal aunt. On top of the dome is a decal that resembles a tiara she often wears at public ceremonies that’s similar to decal markings on her mother’s helmet. The second decal, which can be seen on the lower right side of her helmet, is the Covent signet, an ode to her father.

•Chest and Neck Pieces: Originally a Nite Owl-styled chest piece, Mirta forged it after that of a fallen Kryze warrior from the Imperial Era. The decal at its center is her mother’s Mythosaur signet from when she first joined the Covent.

Groin: Typical Nite Owl groin.

Pauldrons: Similar to Sabine Wren’s in terms of their shapes, Mirta’s pauldrons features two different signets. Just like her sister’s. The left pauldron features the Nite Owl signet and the right, features the Clan Mudhorn signet.

Gauntlets: Mirta’s gauntlets are identical to the ones worn by her father. The left gauntlet is equipped with whistling birds while the right is equipped with a whipcord launcher. However, both are equipped with flamethrowers.

•Hand armor: Similar to her mother’s during the Imperial Era.

•Thigh Plates: Shaped like her father’s right thigh plate but are attached to her hips.

•Knee Armor: Galaxy-styled like Ursa Wren’s.

•Shin Guards: Similar to that of a fallen Kryze Warrior’s from the Imperial Era

•Jet pack: Similar to her mother’s.

Armor Color Scheme:

•Thronebone Yellow

•Bright Yellow

•Grey

•Sky Blue

•Beskar Silver

•Grey Blue

•Alaitoc Blue

Soft parts:

•Similar to her mother’s.

Belt:

•Similar to Sabine Wren’s with a double belt but with a light blue sash around it.

•Wears a sky blue and light yellow karma along with a sky blue sash that’s attached to her belt.

Weapons in Possession:

•2 identical Westar blasters

Here she is :)

I decided to show her mostly in gold, as she is royalty and mandalore. (And a head-dress from Satine and in rich looking room.) But there are also accents of blue ;) Also I wanted to somehow symbolise all her skills and what she did (forging armor, rebuilding mandalore etc.)

[furious-blueberry0]

Feel free to draw my following Mandalorian OCs using the profiles below:

•Name: Mirta Satine Djarin Kryze

•Gender: Female

•Pronouns: She/Her

•Year of Birth: 12 ABY

•Place of Birth: Mandalore

•Parents: Din Djarin (Father) and Bo-Katan Kryze (Mother)

•Siblings: Grogu(Adoptive Brother), Mirta (Biological Sister), and Alexi (Biological Brother)

•House: Kryze

•Clan: Mudhorn

•Titles: Princess of Mandalore, Duchess of Kalevala, and Mand’alor (During the Age of Resistance)

Appearance:

•5’4

•Light olive skin(Caucasian X Latina)

•Athletic

•Long, wavy brown hair with ginger highlights

•Narrow face like her mother.

•Green eyes

Notable Skills:

•Combat: Like the rest of her family, Mirta is well trained in various hand-to-hand combat skills. She is also known to use various types of Westar blasters during various missions for her people, the New Republic, and the Resistance.

•Armor Building: Mirta is the first Kryze Mandalorian in more than four-hundred years to be skilled in armory thanks to first-hand experience and training from her adopted grandmother, the Armorer. In fact, she actually forged her own first set of armor from a set of beskar she reviewed ed from her father as a gift.

•Droid Building: Mirta is known for building and repairing droids that are later distributed to different Mandalorian clans for various services.

•Architectural Building: Mirta has used beskar to build various buildings across Mandalore and other planets across Mandalorian Space. She’s even credited for expanding the Mudhorn Stronghold on Navarro.

•Athleticism: Due to constant training under her father, Din Djarin, Mirta is very athletic like the rest of her family clan.

•Intelligence: Genius-level intelligence, excelled well at both the newly reestablished Royal Academy as a youth and in training with her clan. Considered prodigal.

•Force Sensitive: No

Additional Information:

•The eldest of triplets to sister, Isabeth, and brother, Alexi.

•Ascended to the Mandalorian throne as Mand’alor upon the deaths of her parents during the Age of Resistance.

•Has assisted her mother with the rebuilding of Mandalore.

•Forged her own armor partially after a fallen Kryze Mandalorian from the Imperial Period.

•Has experience in piloting.

•Has a very tight-knit relationship with her entire family clan.

•Once built a monument dedicated to her late aunt Duchess Satine Kryze under the request of her cousin, Korkie.

Strengths:

•While she doesn’t often pilot ships, she’s excellent at piloting them.

•Her skills and knowledge of building armor is great for anyone looking to either acquire a new set of armor or seeking to update the armor they already have.

•Her architectural skills helped contribute to the rebuilding of Mandalore and its cities with a little help from her brother, Grogu.

•Likes to think things through and can think her way out of most situations.

Weaknesses:

•She’s known to be a little too over confident.

•Too trusting, loyal, and and selfless for her own good. She often sacrifices herself for the well-being of others.

•Although she’s a gifted warrior, she doesn’t like to take part in the fight if things get too much for her to handle.

•Not much of a politician, which can put her at odds with senators and other political figures from different planets. Especially when advocating for Mandalore’s well-being at Senate hearings on Hosnian Prime.

•Can rely too much on planning ahead, which can often result in her leaving things completely scrambled if something occurs.

•People often take advantage of her work, which can leave her frustrated if things go wrong.

•Can be emotional at times.

Armor:

•Helmet: A “Gyrafalcon”-styled Nite Owl helmet she reforged from a helmet she inherited from her late maternal aunt. On top of the dome is a decal that resembles a tiara she often wears at public ceremonies that’s similar to decal markings on her mother’s helmet. The second decal, which can be seen on the lower right side of her helmet, is the Covent signet, an ode to her father.

•Chest and Neck Pieces: Originally a Nite Owl-styled chest piece, Mirta forged it after that of a fallen Kryze warrior from the Imperial Era. The decal at its center is her mother’s Mythosaur signet from when she first joined the Covent.

Groin: Typical Nite Owl groin.

Pauldrons: Similar to Sabine Wren’s in terms of their shapes, Mirta’s pauldrons features two different signets. Just like her sister’s. The left pauldron features the Nite Owl signet and the right, features the Clan Mudhorn signet.

Gauntlets: Mirta’s gauntlets are identical to the ones worn by her father. The left gauntlet is equipped with whistling birds while the right is equipped with a whipcord launcher. However, both are equipped with flamethrowers.

•Hand armor: Similar to her mother’s during the Imperial Era.

•Thigh Plates: Shaped like her father’s right thigh plate but are attached to her hips.

•Knee Armor: Galaxy-styled like Ursa Wren’s.

•Shin Guards: Similar to that of a fallen Kryze Warrior’s from the Imperial Era

•Jet pack: Similar to her mother’s.

Armor Color Scheme:

•Thronebone Yellow

•Bright Yellow

•Grey

•Sky Blue

•Beskar Silver

•Grey Blue

•Alaitoc Blue

Soft parts:

•Similar to her mother’s.

Belt:

•Similar to Sabine Wren’s with a double belt but with a light blue sash around it.

•Wears a sky blue and light yellow karma along with a sky blue sash that’s attached to her belt.

Weapons in Possession:

•2 identical Westar blasters

Name: Isabeth Shae Djarin-Kryze

Gender: Female

Pronouns: She/Her

Year of Birth: 12 ABY

Place of Birth: Mandalore

Parents: Din Djarin(Father)and Bo-Katan Kryze (Mother)

Siblings: Grogu(Adoptive Brother), Mirta (Biological Sister), and Alexi (Biological Brother)

House: Kryze

Clan: Mudhorn

Titles: Princess of Mandalore, Duchess of Navarro

Appearance:

•5’4

•Light olive skin(Caucasian X Latina)

•Athletic

•Short face

•Long, straight, ginger brown hair

•Brown eyes

•Visible freckles on both sides of her cheek

Notable Skills:

•Combat: Well rounded in different forms of hand-to-hand combat such as being skilled in the use of Westar 34, 35, and carbine blasters. She’s also highly skilled in the use of the recently reforged Dark Saber.

•Athleticism: Due to constant training under her father, Din Djarin, Isabeth is very athletic like the rest of her family clan.

•Intelligence: Above-average intelligence, excelled well at both the newly reestablished Royal Academy as a youth and in training with her clan. She has minor experience in piloting ships.

•Force Sensitive?: No

Additional Information:

•She’s the second of triplets to sister Mirta and brother Alexi.

•Served both Generals Leia Organa-Solo and Poe Dameron as a commander for the Resistance in the battle against the First Order.

•A gifted Musician

•While tight-knit with her entire family, she has a closer relationship with her father and adopted brother Grogu.

Strengths:

•Is well-rounded on the field of politics, thanks to learning experience from her mother, Bo-Katan.

•Has amazing determination, willpower and like her mother, won’t go down without a fight.

•Fearless

•Can speak Basic, Mando’a, Twi’leki, Huttese, Tusken, and Gunganese.

•Fast-thinking, makes effective split-second decisions, and can improvise.

•Constantly on alert

•Competent

Weaknesses:

•Can be stubborn at times

•Antisocial

•Has a fear of droids

•Has a fear of flying, which can explain her lack of experience with piloting ships.

•Mild temper

Armor:

•Helmet: A “NiteOwl”-styled helmet that’s a mix between both of her parents helmets combined. The decal on the helmet is the Clan Kryze signet.

•Chest and Neck Pieces: Typical Nite Owl chest and neck pieces with the chest piece featuring her mother’s “Kryze Mythosaur” signet on the right side of the chest piece and Mandalorian “peace” Lillie’s on its left side. At its center is a gold heart to symbolize compassion and kindness.

•Groin: Typical Nite Owl groin piece

•Pauldrons: Similar to her mother’s, Isabeth has a “Nite Owl” signet on the left pauldron and her father and brother’s “Mudhorn” signet on the right pauldron.

•Gauntlets: Similar in appearance to Sabine Wren’s, the gauntlets have the ability to shoot paralyzing darts, emit shields, repulse attacks from sabers and blasters, grapple lines, and the ability to throw barrels and use flamethrower.

Hand armor: Similar to her father’s.

•Thigh Plates: Similar to her mothers’s.

•Knee Armor: Galaxy-styled like Ursa Wren’s but can launch missiles.

•Shin Guards: Typical Nite Owl-styled shin guards like her mother.

•Jet pack: Due to her fear of flying, she doesn’t often use her jet pack, which is similar to her father’s.

Armor Color Scheme:

•Grey Blue

•Beskar Silver

Soft parts:

•Similar to her mother’s.

Belt:

•Similar to Sabine Wren’s with a double belt but with a light blue sash around it.

Weapons in Possession:

•2 identical Westar blasters

•Dark Saber, recently reforged by her brother, Grogu.

Name: Alexi Paz Djarin-Kryze

Gender: Male

Pronouns: He/Him

Year of Birth: 12 ABY

Place of Birth: Mandalore

Parents: Din Djarin (Father) and Bo-Katan Kryze (Mother)

Siblings: Grogu(Adoptive Brother), Mirta (Biological Sister, and Isabeth (Biological Sister)

House: Kryze

Clan: Mudhorn

Titles: Prince of Mandalore, Duke of Concordia

Appearance:

•5’11

•Light olive skin (Caucasian X Latino)

•Athletic

•Short face

•Shaven

•Straight, short, brown hair.

•Green eyes

•Visible freckles on both sides of his face.

Notable Skills:

•Combat: Like the rest of his family, Alexi is well-rounded in various combat styles. He’s been well trained in the use of Westar blasters and quarterstaffs.

•Athleticism: Due to constant training under his father, Din Djarin, Alexi is very athletic like the rest of his family clan.

•Intelligence: Above-average intelligence, excelled well at both the newly reestablished Royal Academy as a youth and in training with his clan.

•Weapons Expert: Alexi is extremely talented in the field of weaponry. He can build various types of weapons for different variations of combat. They include blasters, pistols, explosives, and sabers.

•Piloting Expert: Due to constant training under his mother, Bo-Katan Kryze, Alexi is an expert pilot skilled in the helming of both The Gauntlet and the N1 Starfighter.

•Diplomacy Skills: Alexi is a strong advocate for Mandalore’s ability to maintain its independence but form alliances with any New Republic-based planets that are open to provide support through trade, education, and peace-keeping treaties.

•Force Sensitive: Yes, like his brother, Grogu. Has the ability to heal most fatal wounds and illnesses and can communicate with the dead through the force.

Additional Information:

•Youngest of triplets to sisters Mirta and Isabeth.

•Has trained with Cal Kestis to learn how to use, control and appreciate his force sensitive abilities. Yet, he has no intentions of ever joining any type of Jedi Order.

•Can wield the Dark Saber like his sister but chooses not to possess it.

•Has created dozens of weapons for the Resistance when Mandalore joined forces with them on their mission to stop the First Order.

•Has forged most of his family clan’s weapons.

•Has a tight-knit relationship with his family clan.

•Is currently betrothed to Lady Hiba Sintas Bridger-Wren of Clan Wren, daughter of Countess Sabine and Earl-Consort Ezra Bridger-Wren. Like Alexi, Hiba is also force sensitive but sickly, due to asthma.

Strengths:

•He’s a great diplomat who can help Mandalore forge alliances with leaders from different planets.

•He’s open minded when it comes to other cultures across the Galaxy.

•Can always seek guidance from the dead, via, the force, to help him solve problems that he might struggle with.

•Just like his brother, Alexi’s force-healing abilities can always come in handy when someone is sick or injured anytime and anywhere.

•He’s extremely compassionate like his father.

•He’s incredible when it comes to his knowledge and skills with weaponry.

•His piloting skills have proven to be a great asset in both combative and diplomatic situations.

Weaknesses:

•Extremely emotional

•Quick tempered

•While he’s a great pilot, he does lack skills in engineering ships.

•He’s so compassionate that sometimes, people take too much advantage of him for it.

•Absent minded at times partially because he’s often buried in his work with weaponry.

•Has a reputation for instigating public fights with senators who doubt Mandalore’s ability to be an independent sovereign.

Armor:

•Helmet: Similar to his father’s in terms of its design, it features a decal that almost resembles his mother’s headband. On top of it is the “Kryze” signature that can be seen at its center.

•Chest and Neck Pieces: Alexi has an identical chest piece that his father has but features an armored neckpiece that once belonged to his maternal grandfather, Duke Adonai Kryze. The decal on the chest piece is his mother’s Nite Owl signet.

•Groin: None

•Pauldrons: Similar to his father’s but features two different signets. The left features his mother’s Mythosaur signet and the right, his father’s Mudhorn signet.

•Guantlets: Similar to Axe Woves’ but with the ability to fire blasts of energy at targeted figures to stun them and deactivate droids. They also enable him to use grabbel lines when a situation calls for it.

•Hand Armor: Similar to Tristan Wren’s.

•Thigh/Hip Plates: Forged by his sister, Mirta, his hip plates are similar to that of a fallen Wren Mandalorian warrior from the Imperial Era.

Knee Armor: Forged by his sister, Alexi’s knee armor set almost resembles his father’s but with a few modifications that would enable him to shot a flamethrower out of them in midair.

•Shin Guards: None, but he does have calf gaiters where his shin guards used to be before he lost them in an accident.

•Foot Armor: Similar to his mother’s old foot armor from the end of the Republic Era.

•Jet pack: Similar to his mother’s.

Armor Color Scheme:

•African Gray

•Beskar Silver

•Gray Blue

Soft Parts:

•Similar to his father’s.

Belt:

Similar to Axe Woves’.

Weapons in Possession:

•1 Westar Blaster

•His own lightsaber he forged with his brother.

•A few explosions he created himself.

This sounds really interesting and totally something that I would do as a commission!! you can dm me if you want :)

[phoenixyfriend]

Post Mandalorian S2, Bo gets roped into helping her nephew gain the Mand'alor's hand in marriage. She didn't volunteer for this. She does not get a choice. He is Pining.

Korkie wants to be swept of his feet by a dashing knight in shining beskar. Korkie wants to be dazzled by a warrior king. Korkie wants a fairy tale romance, as adjusted for Mandalorian Culture and the fact that they're both grown-ass men who've lived through extensive War Bullshit.

Bo-Katan thinks Korkie can do better. He's way out of Din Djarin's league (according to Bo).

Most people like Din! Bo is trying very hard to Not.

Bo insists on Din gaining HER favor as a suitor before letting him near her Baby Nephew ("baby nephew" is in his mid-forties and regularly reminds her of this).

Korkie is very annoyed by her meddling getting in the way of Hot Boy Times.

Din has no idea what's going on, for the most part.

Why is Bo mad at him?

Boba and Fennec are egging Din on regarding flirtation with the Duke. Cobb… Cobb is pining after Din as well, methinks

The "but daddy, I love him!" meme except it's middle-aged Korkie to Bo-Katan

Korkie just a dramatic middle-aged bisexual queen it's fine he just needs to be Extra and get it all out.

[satikryze]

OK HERES THE THING THO.

Can people please stop tagging “past relationship” or “minor relationship” or “background relationship” on ao3. If these characters don’t really play a huge part or is fairly insignificant in your story, please don’t tag them, because it pushes down other stories that are actually about those characters. These are not going to get your stories more clicks mainly because 1. Why would the readers be on that tag if they were looking for a different character/ship and 2. The readers would honestly find it annoying to find stories that circulate around other characters/ships on a different characters tag.

Im not saying this to be mean. It’s just that there are authors who write stories about these characters, and yet they keep getting pushed down, hence the chances of it being seen my the people interested in that character/ship will lessen. Some authors have a really hard time getting their targetted audience. This way we can all segregate which fics belong where, and make sure that the people who are looking to read fics about this character would wuickly be able to find the stories they want to read.

So if you are writing a story in a timeline where this ship happened in the past, or this character existed but died and is not rlly part of ur story. Don’t tag them anymore. Just include them in the description or the regular tags. But not in the relationship tags, or character tags. :)))

*also sorry for tagging so many characters here😭 Its just so that everyone knows 😭

[galacticwildfire]

found.

Nine.

Pairing: Kenobi!oc x Din Djarin

Summary: Satine and Obi-wan’s daughter fought in the war against the Empire and lost her faith when she lost Mandalore. Until she found him. A lone Mandalorian searching for a Jedi.

Warnings/tags: well this is an angsty one. flashbacks to bo katan, flashbacks to boba, regret about past relationships, deep discussions about ideology, family drama. Korkie Kenobi. hurt/comfort. sexual tension, awkwardness. killing davy joneses. a hint of fluff.

Word Count: 5.8k

A/N: I not plan for it to be this angsty, at all. And yes I am a firm believer in the Korkie Kenobi theory, sue me. And this is also written from the first hand experience of discovering I have a brother I never knew about, he’s alive but the shock of it is like nothing else. 

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It's late by the time we return to the inn, the kid's thankfully half asleep and he drifts off not long after Din puts him in his little floating cradle.

And with the kid asleep it's just the two of us.

For a moment we stand there looking at the cradle until he breaks the silence. "You saved him earlier. On the ship. I- I've never seen anything like it."

"A Jedi is nothing without their reflexes," I answer knowing how badly that could have gone if I hadn't been there. "And do you think I'd let any harm come to him?"

"I know you wouldn't," he answers and there's not even a shred of doubt within him but yet I can feel him almost shaking beneath that armour as he asks "Do you really think I've done a good job with him?"

I can't help the sad smile that comes to my face at his insecurity at being a father, something I've seen with Han since the moment he found out Leia was pregnant. "That child loves you, you are his father. I meant it when I said I hope I can care for him half as well as you have."

"And you were right," he says and his voice is unsteady. "When you said that I'd help you with him. That we'd do it together."

There are so many unspoken questions between us with no answers, and perhaps I don't want to know them.

"It's been a long day," I say stiffly as I feel it all catching up to me. "We should get some rest."

"You take the bed, I'll watch out for any trouble," he offers but I know that last part is just an excuse.

"Din, we're in an inn, we'll be fine," I try to assure him. "But if it gives you peace of mind you can bar the door."

And I watch as he moves a chair over and sticks it beneath the door handle, testing it. Then he looks back at me and clears his throat. "I'm going to use the refresher, you should make yourself comfortable."

It's hard to ignore the tension that lingers in the air as he passes by the single bed into the bathroom.

I'm no stranger to sharing close quarters after so many years on bases, half the time Leia and I would bunk together for practicality. Well mainly because she didn't trust herself not to have rendezvous with Han in the early days, but still for practicality. Besides, I lived with Lando for months so being in close spaces with a man isn't new for me, but I know it's different for him.

My gut tells me he's the type of guy that doesn't stay in one place for long, and any women he's been with he likely hasn't stayed with. Not because he's the type of guy that doesn't care but because he's like me, because he knows settling down is a bad idea. That with our lifestyle of roaming the galaxy as we please it's a sacrifice we have to make.

At least we have that in common.

After a while I hear the water running and lie down on the bed looking up at the ceiling, knowing that sharing a bed with Din is the least of my worries.

The thought of seeing her again, the sickness, it's only worsened. Today was a victory, but a hollow one. My skin crawls at the fear that pounds in my chest, at the memories that I fear will never stop hurting.

We stood at a firing range on Mandalore. For so many years they'd been outlawed but these were different times. Warrior clans from Concordia had returned as tensions with the Empire rose.

My mother had no choice but to put aside her pacifist ideals while the Empire loomed.

I was just nine when Bo-Katan took me there without my mother's knowledge.

"Have you ever used a blaster?" she asked me.

"My father says that they're uncivilised."

She just laughed. "Your father says a lot of things, but that doesn't mean they're true. That lightsaber is good for slicing people up but they aren't very good if the enemy's not right in front of you."

"But he said I won't need to use my saber until I'm older?"

She held me by the arms and turned me to look her in the eye. "Kyra. Your parents are trying to protect you but they can't. Only you can do that. When they ship you off to Tatooine do they tell you why?"

"Because of disagreements with the Empire over beskar, because it's safer on Tatooine."

She shook her head and her fingers dug into my arms. "It's because you are a Jedi. You know what happened to them when the Republic fell, but what you don't know is that they are still hunting them down. You might just be a kid, but they'd hand you straight to the Emperor himself if they knew you were a Kenobi."

I felt unnerved. Sick. But it was what I'd always suspected, something darker than what my father would tell me.

"So that's why no one can know who my father is?" I finally asked and she nodded. "Why I can't tell anyone about my training?"

"You're a smart kid, you always have been. You get that from your mom. Someday you will rule Mandalore but pacifism will get you killed. Get us all killed," she told me while my jaw clamped shut at the thought. "You will wield darksaber, it was crafted by the first Mandalorian Jedi. It is why I helped push your mom to let you be trained like a Jedi. But it's not enough. If you are going to rule Mandalore you need to be a true Mandalorian, not a pacifist. You need to be a warrior."

I nodded and declared "Then that's what I'll be."

She then pressed a blaster into my hand. "Now, let's see what you can do."

My aunt, who is easily the worst hypocrite I've ever met, cruel and lacking almost all empathy.

My aunt who trained me to be a warrior.

My aunt who was there for me always, who offered to get me off of Tatooine and to take me with her and the Nite Owls. Who gifted me my armour.

My aunt who left me on the battlefield and effectively stripped me of that very armour.

I barely notice the shower turning off until Din steps out fully armoured much to my confusion and sees me lying there with the palm of my hand pressed to my forehead.

"You're thinking too much."

"You're wearing too much armour," I retort and he stops as we both realise how awfully sexual that sounds and I quickly elaborate. "Do you always sleep in that?"

"It's easier when you're on the move, safer," he says and I raise an eyebrow at him, trying to disguise the fact I'm still cursing myself for making this more tense than it needs to be. Hating to imagine how bad his back must be sleeping in all of that.

"It's safe if you actually want to take some of that off and get comfortable," I say meaning well but when he tilts his head at me splayed out on the bed I realise that anything I say will sound far less innocent than I intend. "I promise I'm not trying to get you naked, we just both need a proper sleep."

I swear I can hear a muffled choke beneath that helmet at my words but he chooses to ignore the more regrettable part of that statement while the best I can do is try not to clench my thighs together at how his gaze burns through me.

Eventually he clears his throat. "I've slept in armour since I was little more than a child. I'll be fine but thank you for your concern."

That's when I prop myself up on my elbows and look at him with furrowed brows, the rest forgotten. "Since you were a child?"

"Ever since I swore the creed," he explains to me. "I haven't shown my face to anyone since then."

While I knew at some point he must have sworn to never remove it I hadn't imagined it had been when he was a child.

"How many years?" I find myself asking in pure horror at the thought but I disguise it for his sake.

"Almost thirty," he says and I stare in shock,that for almost thirty years no one's ever looked upon his face. "It was my choice, and I have no regrets."

A lie, even if he doesn't know it.

"Din," I tread carefully. "What you're born into-"

"But I wasn't born into it," he says a little too harshly and calms his voice. "I was found. In your eyes they might be a cult of religious zealots but they saved my life and took me in. They gave me a chance at a better life."

And the greatest sadness is that he truly believes this is a better life, or perhaps the best he deserves. A life hidden beneath armour, afraid to even tell anyone his name. A life without warmth or a kind touch. In its own way a life without attachment.

Something that feels all too familiar.

"I once heard my aunt refer to the Jedi as a cult of religious zealots," I tell him, remembering a fight she had with my father. "I saw the look on my fathers face. The Jedi took him from his family as a child to give him a better life. A life of adhering to a strict code, one he almost left to be with my mother. The Jedi made him who he was, but eventually he became a general rather than a guardian of peace sworn to always obey the way of the Jedi. He raised me in the ways of the Jedi but all the nonsense about the code. Then I met another, Master Yoda. I came to him a Jedi Master but in his eyes I was far from it, he told me my attachments would cause me nothing but suffering, and he was right. For a long time I tried to follow the ancient way, I travelled the galaxy searching for it, but in the end..."

I trail off and notice him listening carefully and meet his gaze. "I understand more than you could know Din. I understand what it is to make sacrifices for your religion. That for people like us it's not just religion, it's who we are. For you it's your face, your name, your very identity. For me it was my attachments, emotion, everything that completes a person and I became hollow. And the worst part is in those moments you do regret you have no one to blame but yourself because you refuse to walk away, or if you do like I did the damage is already done. I admire your strength Din, I know what it takes to live without such crucial parts of yourself for your faith, for your way of life, but you don't have to pretend you've never seen the faults in it. If you can't acknowledge the faults of your faith, the sacrifices you make, then you don't truly know what you stand for."

He contemplates those last words and is silent for so long that when he finally speaks it startles me. "How? How is it possible without losing the way?"

And I look at the kid. "I lost the way until I found you and the kid. It's a balance, one I still struggle to find. And perhaps that struggle never truly ends but if there is one thing I know it's that the way, whether it be that of the Jedi or the Mandalorian, isn't the only way."

Now he's truly silent and I know he's reached his limit of how much reflection he can do in one night and I change the subject to the task at hand.

"Tomorrow, we find out where Ahsoka is and leave," I say sitting upright and swinging my legs off the edge of the bed but I know it won't be that simple. "I know Bo-Katan and there's no doubt she's keeping tabs on our movements. Hell, for years she kept a close enough eye on me that she knew things no one else in the Rebellion knew aside from my family."

But that's the cruellest thing, Bo-Katan is my family. Of course she'd know. Anyone else in the Rebellion wouldn't have blinked at hearing I was seen with a Mandalorian, but Bo-Katan would've known better than that.

"The bounty hunter the armour belonged to," he says and my eyes fall to the floor knowing he heard what she said about him, knowing he's smart enough to piece together who the armour in his ship belonged to. "You loved him."

Not a question, but a statement.

It takes me by surprise, surprise that he'd care enough to ask. An untouched wound that even after all these years my family wouldn't dare to touch. Even during those months with Lando he never dared say his name.

"I did," I finally confess, something I was never able to do. Not after Leia had watched the man she loved be frozen in carbonite and taken away, not after Luke had lost his hand in a confrontation with Vader. They knew but I was too ashamed to dare admit to it. "I was young and naive enough to believe he'd never betray me, then he handed me over to Vader with a blaster at my back."

It's metal was cold and harsh. Though his finger only hovered over the trigger he may as well have pulled it.

"I love you Boba," I said hoarsely and felt his grip on the blaster falter, but for only a moment. Even then it was just enough to make me have hope. Hope that despite the bloodshed and violence of his profession he was a good man. "You know that right?"

"It's just business little one," he said as tears stained my cheeks, hope shattering as I felt the darkness awaiting me through that door where Han and Leia were held captive. "I'm sorry."

No tears fill my eyes now, there's none left to cry.

"You still love him," he says and the words are a harsh truth. A truth that destroyed so much good in my life.

"And I hate him for it," I answer and say the words I never dared to speak. "I tried to settle down with a good man after the war, a good man who loved me, but I couldn't. I told him excuse after excuse but we both knew the truth. I was too broken to love him how I wanted to, and too afraid of ever loving someone like that again." And then the harshest truth of all. "And so I decided I never would again."

He's painfully silent and I don't even know what I want him to say. I just bared the ugliest parts of my heart to a stranger, something I haven't even been able to do with Leia after all these years.

Then I wonder if he understands, but not from my eyes. But from those of a bounty hunter. Of a man sworn to a life of bloodshed and violence for credits.

Knowing I'm treading dangerous ground I ask "Have you ever been in love Din?"

"No," he answers and the truth in those words breaks my heart a little, then more as I can feel that loneliness within him. "How could I when my life is sworn to the creed?"

His words draw confusion in me, then something else. "Family is one of the most important parts of Mandalorian life, how can the creed forbid you to love?

He gives a single, slow shake of his head. "It doesn't, but the way is something an outsider could never truly understand or tolerate. Wherever I go danger follows, something you can understand."

"I do," I answer seeing through his armour. Nothing forbids him from loving besides his own code. It's something I understand far too well. "But where does the kid stand amongst all of it?"

We both look at him sound asleep, the vision of peace.

"Well, I planned to keep him safe until I could bring him to the Jedi," he sighs and looks at me. "It seems the plan's changed."

"You don't seem awfully opposed," I reply knowingly but then I feel the briefest panic flash through him and I realise he also took that the wrong way, unless it wasn't the wrong way? I shake those types of thoughts from my head and get back on topic. "Once we find Ahsoka we'll have a better idea of where we're going."

He nods. "We'll find your aunt in the morning."

"How do you plan on doing that?" I ask knowing she won't want to be found.

"Bounty hunter," he answers dryly. "Finding people's my job."

I could almost smile. The strangest thing about him is that he is unlike any other bounty hunter I've known, he has a heart. A decent one at that. With his skill set there'd be no better way to make a living, and times are tough. Even so I can't help the unease his profession brings me.

"Then we'll find her in the morning," I say sliding back on the bed with my head resting against the wall and raise an eyebrow at him. "You going to stand there all night?"

He sighs in defeat as he slides in next to me on the bed, while he tries to leave space the armour doesn't leave very much but I don't mind.

"Goodnight Din," I say, the space between us filled with a strange new closeness neither of us had expected when we departed on this adventure.

"Sweet dreams," he says leaning his head back against the wall but it's clear neither of us plan on getting much sleep when the events of tomorrow loom.

And so a silence settles over us, a silence filled with a new understanding and words both said and unsaid. A comfortable silence. Even so I can't help how my mind drifts to the quiet pounding in my chest at the tension between us that is unlike anything I've felt in years.

And something tell's me that he feels it too.

~

I wake, not remembering falling asleep. And certainly not remembering Din draping a blanket around my shoulders but the gesture warms me nonetheless.

"Din?" I murmur, my voice groggy from sleep as I turn over to find him still sitting up against the wall. "Did you get any sleep?"

He rolls his neck and I realise he must only be waking as well. His voice is far deeper than I could have expected. "Some."

Well it seems better than he's used to and I look over to find the kid still sleeping peacefully in its cradle, only beginning to stir as light creeps in through the window.

It's peaceful for just a moment before that dread comes back creeping in.

I sit up in bed pulling the blanket with me, all the words spoken the night before taking a moment to return to me and when they do they should be accompanied by regret. I would have kicked myself for days if I spoke any of that to Lando but finally it feels like those open wounds are beginning to heal. And as he faces me it gives me comfort knowing I wasn't the only one who was vulnerable.

"You want me to find her alone?" he asks and I have no doubt that he would and that he'd extract the information we needed but I know he can't.

"No, I need to do this," I sigh as the kid finally starts to wake. "But some backup wouldn't hurt."

~

And so we stroll through the town, careful of the hostile eyes on us.

"Can you sense her?" Din asks using the word awkwardly, not quite understanding it, and I shake my head.

"Not yet, we should head to the dock, no doubt she saw your ship come in and she knows we'll be heading there eventually."

But when we come to the dock we find workers there waiting for us and armed.

I sigh heavily as I take my saber in my hand and Din rests his hand on his blaster. "We don't want any trouble."

"Really?" one asks as he approaches us. "You should have thought about that before you killed my brother, now I'm gonna kill your little pet."

The kid whimpers and I ignite my saber as a warning but before it can escalate any further a voice interrupts us.

"They didn't kill your brother. I did."

"Actually no," I correct her, happily taking the blame. "It was me."

And just like his brother, I don't hesitate and I sure as hell don't miss. As soon as I strike him down Din's blaster is out and the others fall within seconds.

I turn to my aunt who stands there with her Nite Owls, a group which I would have joined as a teenager if not for my father telling me graphically of their terrorist activities before I was born.

"I didn't need any backup from you."

"I know," she says almost apologetically. "But I couldn't let you leave, not yet."

"I don't plan to, not yet," I reply and once again ask "Where is Ahsoka Tano?"

She removes her helmet and the guilt in her usually remorseless eyes takes me by surprise. "Can I at least buy you a drink first?"

I actually laugh. "No. Bo-Katan we may be blood but we sure as hell aren't family. Tell me where Ahsoka is and I'll be gone."

She narrows her eyes at me as she steps forward. "Fine, but first there's some business that the Duchess of Mandalore might be interested in that we should discuss. One Mandalorian to another. Then I will tell you where Ahsoka is."

Now that catches my interest. "Business?"

~

And so we find ourselves in that grimy cantina nursing the strongest drinks we can find.

"Trask is a black market port," Bo-Katan tells me and I'm unsurprised. "They're staging weapons that have been bought and sold with the plunders of our planet."

"Is that meant to be news?" I ask knowing all about the black market trade. "For years I've worked with the Republic to try to regulate the illegal trade of beskar."

She actually seems surprised for a moment but returns to her usual self. "And how has that worked out, playing by the books?" I take a long drink and she continues. "We're seizing those weapons and using them to retake Mandalore. Once we've done that we'll seat a new Mand'alor on the throne.

I still my drink and slowly set it down on the table. "Mandalore is lost, there's nothing to retake."

"That planet is cursed," Din says from beside me. "Anyone who goes there dies. Once the Empire knew they couldn't control it they made sure no one else could either."

"Vader had a vendetta, he made sure to fulfil it," I remind Bo-Katan. "Thousands of Mandalorian warriors couldn't save it, how do you think a handful can liberate it?"

She leans back in her chair and looks at me with amusement. "I once said the same thing to you about the Empire when you joined the Rebel Alliance. Where did all that fire go?"

"I fought to give Mandalore a chance, then when it fell I fought to avenge it," I say leaning forward and looking her dead in the eye. "There is nothing left to save."

She raises an eyebrow. "What would Leia, your darling adopted sister, say if she heard that? Her planet is space dust and yet she still serves her people which are scattered around the galaxy. Your planet still stands, I thought that you might be interested in saving what's left so Mandalorians finally have a place to call home."

And there it is. "Don't."

"Our enemies want to seperate us-"

"You did that yourself," I spit as I slam my empty drink down and Din jolts upright, preparing for a brawl. "Perhaps if you hadn't stripped me of my armour, of everything I was willing to die for, then maybe I'd be willing to fight for your vain little attempt to liberate a wasteland but I won't."

My anger doesn't even phase her. "Mandalorians are stronger together. Hate me all you want, I know I deserve it. But think about what your mother died for, what you were born to rule. I trained you so you would be a warrior and here you are, the best fighter in the galaxy, and still you're afraid to return home."

And she presses on my nerves like only she can, knowing exactly how to hit me where it hurts most. "I do hate you, more than anyone in this entire galaxy and that's saying something. And I know you are only sitting here swallowing your pride because you know you need me."

She raises a challenging eyebrow. "Fine, then lets negotiate. You and your new bounty hunter boyfriend here help us on this mission and I tell you where Ahsoka is."

"No," I immediately reject and Din looks at me and then to the kid, a silent reminder of why we're here in the first place. "I want a downpayment. Before I leave this cantina I want to hear you for the first time in your life apologise, own up to the fact it was you who fucked up. For everything you did to destroy this family. From the start to the end."

And I know I've got her where it hurts most, her pride.

"Leave," she orders her companions who quickly vacate the cantina and I nod to Din and the child to do the same.

Once it's just us I pour myself another drink, waiting.

"Your mother would be looking just as smug as you are if she were here right now," she says pouring herself another drink as well. "I used to think you only took after your father, I could never see any of her in you but now I can. I don't know how I missed it but I did. You are more like her than you could ever know, except you have my violent streak. Hell you even have my hair."

I resist the urge to touch it, auburn like my fathers but there's no doubt its brightness resembles hers, whatever genes bypassed my mother seemed to all land onto us both.

"She always said I took after you more than her," I say remembering her words well. "But my father told her that we were more alike than she could ever know."

"And for once he was right," she acknowledges. "It's ironic, it was my betrayal that brought them back together after all those years. After Death Watch overthrew her and put Maul on the throne I knew I fucked up. The moment I saw him wielding Darksaber I knew it. When I found out he was moments from using it to execute her do you think I didn't feel anything? It was after your father managed to save her that after all those years we finally began to make amends. So did her and Obi-Wan since she got herself pregnant with a Jedi's kid but after his apprentice decided to go on a murder spree his priorities shifted to Padme Amidala and her children."

"You mean Leia and Luke, my family," I tell her defensively and she merely rolls her eyes.

"Yes, Skywalkers spawns," she says as she takes a drink. "It wasn't until your father disappeared with the boy Satine realised she was pregnant. I ruled as regent while she hid her pregnancy to protect everyone involved from Vader. After you were born in secret she wanted to pretend you were her niece, just like she had before-"

She cuts herself off abruptly and I can't breathe. "Like she had before?"

She curses under her breath then looks at me hesitantly with regret in her eyes. "Your parents met when they were very young, he was just a Jedi Knight, she was the newly appointed Duchess. They were just teenagers, she didn't know she was pregnant until after he had left. No one knew much about our family so we were able to pass him off as being the son of our sister who died in childbirth, who never existed."

Shocked tears fill my eyes "I have a brother?"

She reaches across the table to take my hand and I'm too stunned to fight her off. "Your brother's name was Korkie. He was killed by the Empire not long after you were born."

I can't even manage words as silent tears slip down my cheeks.

"He was a good kid, he was just finishing his time at university when it happened. He - he was a perfect mix of both of your parents. Just like you are. He adored you, I don't know if they ever told him the truth before he was killed but deep down I'm sure he knew. We all loved him and losing him broke your mothers heart. It's why she agreed to let you be trained, so what happened to him would never happen to you."

She squeezes my hand tightly to try to bring me back to reality. "When Darth Maul came for your father years later and took you prisoner we were terrified. Your mother- I had never seen her so afraid. But imagine our surprise when we found you with Maul dead on the ground and you wielding the Darksaber."

"My mother taught me to reason with my enemies and my father taught me to defend myself from them," I begin and look at her. "But you trained me to kill them."

There's a shadow of a smile on her face. "Your father had never been more proud and your mother, she knew and so did Mandalore that you were destined to rule after her. When your mother was killed you entrusted me with it and I lost it, you entrusted me with Mandalore and I lost it." I look at our hands and she grips it tight as she spits it out "I lost Mandalore, I wasn't your mother, I could lead but I couldn't rule. It took me a long time to realise there's a difference. The moment you heard what the Empire had planned you came to Mandalore, you took power and issued the evacuation of the pacifist Mandalorians and organised the troops. You fought on the front lines while I defended the palace where the rest of the Mandalorians remained."

"Until Vader came," I say coldly. "Until Vader came to see the fear in my eyes as the bombs began to drop and he took me before I could be killed to torture me while my planet was destroyed."

She swallows at those words "I never saw Vader and no one that was down there on the battlefield lived to ever tell me. I thought you were dead. I searched for hours for your body then I find you there alive and I- I assumed the worst. I assumed the only thing that made sense to me. That you ran."

"And that made sense to you?" I finally ask and she lowers her eyes.

"After you joined the Rebellion I- well you know the things I said," she says then her voice finally wavers. "You never told me you were tortured by Vader."

"Three times," I answer hoarsely. "When my mother was killed, when Mandalore fell and then when Boba Fett betrayed me."

"Kyra-" Bo-Katan begins anxiously. "What I said about Boba Fett-"

"Don't ever mention Boba Fett to me again," I say with a harshness that shocks even myself.

Her eyes widen. "You really did love him."

"And I killed him." My voice quakes against my will. "I never want to hear you say his name again, understand?"

She nods stiffly and her eyes move to the door of the cantina where Din and the kid wait outside for me. "He seems like a better man, if you love him I'll try to keep my mouth shut."

That's when I choke on my drink. "I don't- I barely know him. He is a good man but it's not like that."

She looks sceptical. "Then what is it?"

"The child is extremely force sensitive, that much Imperial warlords put a bounty on him. He saved the kid and I came across them on Tatooine-"

"What were you doing back on Tatooine?"

"Long story," I say not wanting to relive the reasons. "I decided to take the child as my padawan but I hardly wanted to take the foundling from him, honestly the kid would have choked me again if I tried." Her eyes widen in disbelief. "I- I'm not kidding when I say that kid is unlike anything I've ever seen. Which is why I need to take him to Ahsoka, she might know something I don't or at least direct me on how to train a fifty year old youngling as strong as Vader."

She sighs and looks down at our joined hands. "Help me with this and I swear to you I'll give you her location. Just one mission, please."

Despite knowing it won't just be one mission I nod in agreement but can't help the ache in my chest as I ask "Just one more thing, my brother- Korkie. I- I don't even know what he looked like."

That's when she presses a tab on her wrist guard and a hologram appears. "This shows our family line." She then opens into a small icon and then I see him. A holopicture of a man who must have only been twenty with a baby in his arms. "I meant it when I said he adored you. If he had lived-"

Tears again fill my eyes and I have to look away. She closes the holopicture and the shock doesn't leave me. And I know it won't for some time. If ever.

"Alright, I'll help you. I just- I just need a moment."

And I get up and leave the cantina, pushing past the Nite Owls at the door and walk blindly around the corner into an empty ally, covering my mouth to muffle the sob that escapes me and I feel a gloved hand grab my free arm.

"Hey, where are you- Kyra?"

I slide down the wall until I'm on the ground, the cries that escape me coming from the most raw places within and I feel his hand on my back as he crouches down beside me. "Kyra?"

I can't speak, he knows I can't, instead he helps me to my feet and cups the back of my head as he holds me to his chest. My knees buckle and he keeps me standing while the wrangled cries are muffled by my hand, wet from tears.

After all these years very few things shock me but this-

A brother.

A brother who's dead.

Din doesn't ask what happened in there, what she said to me, he just keeps me from collapsing in the street as the cries wrack my shaking body. He holds me for however long it takes them to stop. Minutes? Hours? I don't know.

But when finally I can speak his gloved hand cups the side of my face and I thank him quietly, no other words spoken between us before I return to Bo-Katan who stands there waiting and looks between the two of us knowingly.

"Are you ready?"

I nod and Din keeps his hand on my back as she guides us to the port where our mission awaits.

[josephinekhawaja]

"I guess we're going for a ride."

When Bo says this to Gro and he lets out I think the biggest squeal we have heard from him this season. Baby is just so damn excited to be on his first official road trip with his father and mother.😘🤗😁 On a mission sanctioned by his armourer auntie🤨😐. (...I am really taken by this theory of the Armourer being the hitherto unnamed Kryze middle sister. Would give me such Bellatrix, Andromeda, and Narcissa Black vibes, and I am all for that expansion of family dysfunction. Also would not negate my belief in her having some unknown link, and current communication, with Moff Gideon, as it would just emphasise her being a true political animal from birth. Even if entered into the religious life. Each Kryze sister truly had their own way of doing things and walking different ways and I support their women's rights and wrongs.)