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communistkenobi · 2 years ago

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i never really paid much attention to star wars before the mandalorian so please forgive me if this is super obvious but: are we supposed to view the droids as being kind of alive? beings with artificial intelligence? i was very uncomfortable with how the ugnaughts (sp?) were portrayed in the last episode but i didn’t think much of the droids because always just saw them a technological tool. i was a little surprised when the bartender droid gave their monologue about the droids wanting to work and catch the bad droids, and thought maybe they want to work to fulfill their programming. but maybe i should have been more considerate. (i am kind of a dumb bitch too tho so maybe this is just something that’s super obvious to most people and not me :s)

Narratively I think droids are supposed to represent an advanced form of automation - astromechs are navigational droids that handle the immense amount of math that’s required to travel through space, droids like C3PO house linguistic and cultural information for diplomatic purposes, etc. I think originally, given that Star Wars was created prior to the internet being a thing, they were used to represent mass sums of human information, but access to that information was restricted to wherever those droids happened to be in spacetime. They’re essentially mobile computers, but not in the way we think of them (eg phones). But because they’re mobile and have to communicate with human beings without any touch screens or interfaces, especially in the case of droids like C3PO, they are by default anthropomorphised. It’s on par with people naming their roombas. These are tasks that are within human capability, but have been offloaded and automated to make everyone’s lives easier (and probably also many financial and political reasons, but that gets into like, the political economy of Star Wars, which if you talk about that you threaten to take Star Wars too seriously).

But, given how expansive Star Wars is, the answer to your question is maybe sometimes. Chopper in Rebels seems to fill the role of the beloved family pet. L3-37 in Solo is explicitly calling for droid liberation and insists that she and all other droids are equal to organics. Mouse droids likewise seem to be viewed as robotic animals. Mando again makes equivalent droid automation and slave labour.

However, this becomes complicated because there are also actual slaves in Star Wars. The clones are the most obvious example, but the twi’lek as a species also are often enslaved. There are also slaver “planets” and “races” who base their economy off of the buying and selling of slaves (that was in the clone wars, I can’t remember what episodes though). Droid liberation is often framed as inherently farcical in the franchise, but “droid liberation” also exists as a form of deracialised political action, and I mean that in the real world sense - droids are not analogous to a given real world conflict or historical process the way that like, twi’lek are (who even have french accents and speak space french! Now Filoni is an idiot and says this is because he’s drawing inspiration from the French Revolution as opposed to the much more appropriate and obvious Haitian Revolution, but whatever). So when drawing parallels between slavery as a thing in Star Wars and slavery as a real world historical process, it becomes frustrating to talk about, because droid lib is both set-up and punchline, but it’s also the most “acceptable” way to explore ending slavery in SW because it means the white writers don’t have to engage with systemic racial oppression in a way that might make them feel uncomfortable. As a comparison, there are multiple episodes in clone wars where clones refuse to follow orders or try to escape and they’re treated as defective or wrong or insane. That shit fucking sucks and it takes on a much more insidious tone than “haha, the droids want weekends off. how cute.”

And then the counter COUNTER problem with that, which is explicitly invoked in The Mandalorian, is that droids are essentialised to their code or “base functions.” These are facts about a droid that are intrinsic to their nature and cannot be altered or removed, and to attempt otherwise means perverting the “true nature” of droids - they are doomed to be what they were created for (I guess forget about IG-11 being rehabilitated lol). So when you call them slaves, and then insist they are forever shackled to their programming, that’s not a neutral storytelling choice, and you are essentially invoking the idea that there are some races or people for whom slavery is more naturally suited. Which is explicitly a white supremacist idea. And given the context of this storyline in The Mandalorian’s broader political problems, it becomes particularly nefarious.

All this to say - droids are maybe slaves. It depends on the story being told and why, it depends on the writer, etc. But when analogising it to real world history it becomes fraught, given that there are actual slaves in SW who are intended as obvious parallels to real world acts of slavery in human history, a thing that is omnipresent in star wars while also being largely ignored or dismissed by the writers

#sw.txt #asks

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rebeljyn-moved · 1 year ago

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10 FANDOMS / 10 CHARACTERS / 10 TAGS

Thank you, Sissi @andorerso for tagging me💞🫶

I won't put the characters in any sort of order and honestly this is greatly affected by what I've been watching/reading recently so this list could change tomorrow or a month from now LMAO

Hunter B-15 - Marvel(Loki Series): she is my wife and will forever be my wife

Jyn Erso - Star Wars(Rogue One): this is my wife Jyn and that's Jyn's husband Cassian

Helly - Severance: one of the coolest characters ever in one of the best shows I've watched

Percy Jackson - Percy Jackson and the Olympians: might be corny to choose the main character but I'd die for this man

Kuronuma Sawako - Kimi Ni Todoke: straight up one of my favorite animes of all time and she's just so cute and so sweet😭💞

Peeta Mellark - The Hunger Games: dude was playing mind games with everyone while still being one of the best people ever anyways I miss him

Hatake Kakashi - Naruto: I'm sorry but I AM one of those Kakashi girlies and in my heart we're married

Nyota Uhura - Star Trek Original Series: I love her so much I even named one of my cats after her

Clark Kent - My Adventures With Superman: very specific because I haven't consumed much Superman media but he's just delightful in this show

The Baron - Studio Ghibli's The Cat Returns: this one isn't from a franchise I just really fucking love this wonderful cat in a suit

This was really hard for some reason but I got through it and it was fun lmao I don't think I have 10 people to tag(I may have many mutuals but god forbid I actually feel like I can interact with them in any way beyond reblogging) but I'll try my best🫡

@astromechs @livelaughleia @bruceewayne @dilf-din @pokemonandcatsmostly @spaceoceans @eatsleepandsing @gaygingersnaps @jynjackets @bi-jyn

As always no pressure to do this!

#tag games #tagged💕#andorerso

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dukeoftheblackstar · 1 year ago

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Thinking about that episode where R2D2 was in a short droid war with Plo Koon's astromech droid, R7D4 where R2 was trying to deliver the message while Anakin and Mace were stuck and Plo's like

"Well, then, R2, deliver the message you so ✨✨✨obviously✨✨✨ need to communicate."

Level of sass and him politely not having it over these two droids whacking each other is such a mood ♥♥♥

Sadly this one doesn't have the droids battling it out.

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S2 Ep 21. Would greatly appreciate if someone would because oh my god, they be too cute.

Also, don't you think his astromech matches his palette vibe? This daddy is so fashionable I can't e/////////e

#♝#plo koon #more evidence of Plo being a dad #how to handle chaotic droids like children #the level of sass #my husband exudes high level of sass #but in a very tamed polite way #r2d2 #r7d4

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lilithspade · 2 years ago

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Spoilers for The Mandalorian season 3 episode 2

I know I said last week that Din would do better with an astromech, but I seriously didn’t expect him to just follow my advice.

Peli wrecking havoc during the Boonta Eve with the Jawas was a mood! And Din, darling, you go all the way to your friends neighborhood and don’t even go say hi? Boba will be sad!

I have no idea where this season is headed. I truly expect it to take another couple of episodes for us to even get to Mandalore and now Din not only bathed but almost drowned in those dawn mines! Like… it had to be a himbo just going on a body of water and sinking all the way to the bottom because of his heavy as fuck armor.

The poor Mithosaur was just there chilling and then two idiots perturb his sleep like… “are you kidding me?! The planet is a wasteland go home and leave me alone already!”

And Grogu just turning on the turbo mood of his crib like thing hahaha so cute!

Bo-Katan is like “I’ll show him to leave me alone on my misery” and when Grogu is alone she immediately goes there to save Din’s ass!

And what the heck was that droid? Thing? It looked like Grievous but worse!

#star wars #spoilers #the mandalorian

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theworstcreature · 2 years ago

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During the beginning of the war, a toy company on courisant made plushies of artoo because he’s an adorable celebrity pet on the holonet. They are a top seller. More kids know artoo than the actual Jedi fighting the war. Anakin and ahsoka think it’s funny that their little droid buddy is more famous then and they both have like 3 of the plushies. When leia is a little kid, she gets one of these cute plushies with a little blue droid and she LOVES IT and always asks for a droid like him!

also ahsoka always keeps one of the plushies as a reminder of both her master and her favorite astromech :)

#R2d2 #artoo #Ahsoka #anakin #snips and skyguy #leia #leia organa #anakin skywalker #r2 deserved more #He was the best character #Now I want a r2 plushie

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torilaa · 2 years ago

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So, here’s my review of Mandalorian S3 E2 - spoilers below. Overall better then the last episode…

So I liked this episode waaay more than the first. I actually wished they skipped that first episode because…what relevant plot points were even in it? The droid restoration quest was irrelevant and replaced with an astromech. The only useful scene in the first episode was Din’s visit to Bo Katan to ask for her help which could have been fit into the second episode before Din went to Mandalore or something. What I’m saying is the pacing is kinda messy there. I’m sure the droid or the pirates might be relevant eventually but I only know that because it’s a tv show and there are more episodes to come. There had to have been a better way to include them if they were going to be relevant later…

Bo Katan was my favorite part of this episode. I’m glad she was sorta growing out of the angst a bit. She had “grouchy-Luke Skywalker” vibes for a long while…though it makes more sense that she would have those vibes honestly after losing the dark saber. Again. It might also help that I love Katee Sackhoff as an actress and I like her portrayal. Also she’s a well rounded character with flaws and strengths which is a major plus for me.

Din kinda…bumbled around this episode xD. I think he’s really out of his element which is kinda ironic given he’s on the Mandalorian home world. I liked his scenes with Bo—I like that they’re sorta getting along.

Grogu did have relevance by saving his dad from cyborg eye thing by recruiting Bo Katan. No one can say no to his cuteness and Din knew this from experience lol. Also I’m surprised Bo didn’t make a big deal about using the dark saber to save Din…maybe it’ll be mentioned in the next episode. It was sorta brushed aside.

Not surprised by the mythosaur honestly it was heavily foreshadowed. Though I wonder how it’ll factor into the show. Maybe as Mandalorian recruitment propaganda to gather the clans and stuff? It would be cool to see Mandalore revitalized as Bo’s redemption. Just some thoughts.

#the mandalorian season three spoilers #torilaa talks #star wars

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greyias · 3 years ago

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Been a while since I did one these! This week’s entry (which is far over six sentences) is from the project I’m working on for the WIP Project. This chapter has fought me tooth and nail for over a month, fifty to a hundred words at a time, and then near the end of last week it was like someone had turned a faucet, because progress started to flow freely. (I even finished off the following chapter in two days!)

"You know, if you really want to thank me, you could always call me by my real name."

The words had slipped out, almost of their own accord, and the quizzical tilt of her head seemed to match some stubborn, internal part of him that was still resisting giving any ground. He squashed that nagging voice down, and met her questioning gaze with a quirk of his lips.

"It's Theron."

"Theron," she repeated softly, as if trying to commit it to memory. There was nothing particularly noteworthy about the way she said it, but it still felt like someone had just plucked a string on some unseen instrument, for the way it reverberated through him.

"Thank you, Theron," she continued, "I really do not know how I would be handling all of this without your assistance."

"You know," he said, voice coming out slightly lower than intended, as if he needed to clear his throat, "from what I've seen of you so far, I'm pretty sure you'd be doing just fine on your own."

There must have been some sort of pained look on his face, because she tilted her head again at that angle that made her look a just a little too young, a little less like a Jedi and more just... her... as a small smile played at her lips. "What did it cost you to admit that?"

For a moment, the bright, scorching suns of Haashimuut flashed through his mind. The memory of a bright hopeful teenager whose dreams had been shattered on his arrival at a place that would never be his home cut deeper than he'd expected. And a boy who became a man, chasing down a thousand adrenaline rushes that never would fill in the hole that had been left behind.

"More than you'll ever know."

#here's an approximate recreation of the lost post #thanks tumbles #¯\_(ツ)_/¯#six sentence sunday #sunday six #some context for the snippet #theron is also a passenger onboard the esseles #and because this takes place prior to lost suns #he's even more emotionally stunted than normal #and despite having a quasi 101 dalmations style meet cute with astromechs instead of dogs #has been bound and determined to be the grouchiest of grumps #and has stubbornly refused to give almost any details of himself including his first or last name #greywip

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chaoticgeminate · 2 years ago

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Allure

Pairing: Din Djarin x fem!Reader Rating: Explicit Word Count: 4.1K Content Warnings: Thar be monsterfucking ahead (Din is an alien here), sex pollen/pheromone influence (but consensual), mentions of crazy alien biology for pointless plot and because I'm a nerd, READ AT YOUR OWN RISK!!! Notes: This is a birthday request/gift to @hardc0rehaylz! Hope you enjoy, birthday girl 💙 Reader has the nickname "Miss Fortune" but I tried to avoid any other descriptors.

Something was wrong with you.

For the past week you’d begun waking up overheated, sheets stained from sweat and messy drenched underwear, and you’d wondered if you were having some really good dreams that you just weren’t remembering but never had it been a week straight consistently. The only saving grace was that your new traveling companions, Mando and Grogu, were in the crew bunks while you had your soundproofed Captain’s quarters.

You couldn’t begin to imagine the quick death you’d be given for potentially “corrupting” the child.

Taking on the armored bounty hunter and his green pollywog as a crew hadn’t been in your plans but he had promised good pay and Peli was able to modify the star fighter port on your ship to fit his N-1 without an issue. A scrapper and a bounty hunter, the pair of you were definitely something and as much as his quiet demeanor had been kind of off-putting at the start you’d gotten to know his body language pretty well.

The kid was cute too, so that was always a plus.

You let out the softest sound of annoyance before getting up, taking the coldest shower you could since you were set to land today and drop off some of the higher value scrap stored in the hull. It would have been nice to be able to take care of yourself but that just wasn’t in the cards, instead you willed that ache away as best you could under the ice cold spray. A fresh two-piece flightsuit was thrown on over your compression leggings and thermal top –it wasn’t exactly warm in space, even with environmental controls- and after tugging on your boots you made your way toward the bridge.

You noticed Mando and Grogu sitting in the lounge area, the pollywog was playing with that little metal ball you saw him with constantly while the armored hunter was looking over your spare datapad with electronic schematics in it. His old ship was pre-Empire so he struggled with some of the repairs on yours, his way of chipping in was to handle minor fixes for you since he’d paid to install a mobile carbonite unit, so he’d been determined to learn what he could.

But watching him sit up straighter, the way his shoulders practically jumped, made you pause. His helmet turned slowly toward you and it almost came across as a bashful gesture.

“Mando? You okay there?” His shoulders drooped as he nodded and you decided to ignore his weird behavior, since there was no chance in the Maker that he’d ever actually tell you what was wrong with him. Instead you hit the bridge and double checked the coordinates and autopilot settings, your astromech was in the process of repairs and waiting for you back at the Guild headquarters so everything was manual for now, and Mando was lucky that he could do the calculations in his head after nearly destroying Belt.

You sat down in your seat and smiled when you heard Mando’s heavy steps take the gunners chair, he’d deferred to your flying after a particularly nasty dogfight you’d won while soaring through an asteroid field. With you in the pilot’s seat and him in the gunner chair no other scrappers or smugglers had been able to bully Lady Luck away from a haul again. Added to the repairs and modifications Mando helped fund, after you were introduced to the stubborn and charming –in her own way- Peli Motto, your light freighter was a bounty hunter and scrapper’s dream.

Neither of you spoke as you navigated through the energy barricades, landing in your designated dock at the spaceport, and you waved to a few of the usual attendants after opening the cargo doors so they could begin unloading. Jaxom waved at you and an amused smile crossed the Toydarian’s face as Mando walked just behind you, very close to your back, but your eyes landed on the numerous Jawa convoys that were here to buy up what they could.

The little scavengers weren’t unusual here but they were known to try and steal right out of fresh drops, luckily for you the loading and unloading crews weren’t amateurs.

“Welcome back, Miss Fortune, I already see several high credit items being unloaded as we speak and am quite eager to see what you might’ve brought home.” You shrugged Jaxom’s arm off your shoulder and playfully punched the Guild Coordinator in the arm. His flirting wasn’t anything serious but you still discouraged it where you could, you did not want to give him the idea that you’d ever accept his company.

“Hands to yourself Jax, I know where them mitts of yours have been.”

“You wound me, but I suppose you’re right, I keep telling you not to assume the Hutts aren’t good lovers.”

“Yuck, no fuckin’ way you disgusting slug licker. Is Belt repaired yet?” You nearly buckled at the sudden touch of Mando’s gloved hand on your lower back as he moved beside you, the heat that shot through your body almost made you fall into him, and your everything responded enthusiastically to the contact. Jaxom looked between the two of you and his hands rose in a placating gesture before he stepped aside to go count up your haul, leaving you to head into the workshop where Belt greeted you with a cheerful chime.

The entire walk you had Mando’s hand on you, the heat of it practically radiating through his glove, and as much as you wanted to him ask why he was doing that your tongue had felt like it was swollen and you were almost wondering if anyone could see the effect it had on you.

Belt chimed and the BB-2 unit rolled over toward you with a cheerful little cry, you crouched down and immediately hugged him close. With Mando’s hand off your back there was just enough of a sharpness that returned to you, something was definitely wrong but you couldn’t run a health scan quite yet.

“Belt, look at you, lookin’ real good now. Mando promised not to try and shoot you again, okay? So if he tries anything let me know right away.” The droid hummed and its head shifted to look up into the dark visor, then back to you, before Belt chirped and whistled in agreement. You couldn’t help but smile when Grogu whined and reached for the droid, he’d devloped a quick attachment after all, but it was even cuter as Mando set the child on Belt’s dome head and the droid rolled after the armored hunter with Grogu on him.

You bit your cheek to avoid laughing and waved to Grogu, heading for the cantina for a drink and to meet with Jaxom for your pay as Belt followed Mando back onto Lady Luck. The fact that getting distance from Mando made that strange heat burning under your skin dissipate a little didn’t really clock you as strange, even though it should have, and Jaxom watched the door as you walked in as if waiting for the bounty hunter to follow.

After being grilled about when you’d started sleeping with the tin can –which you hadn’t, even if you wanted to- Jaxom finally paid you and sent you on your way. Mando had two bounties on planets nearby so once refueling was done you were set to leave, your steps were light and you were ready to just lock yourself back in your room for some relief when you stepped into the hull and were nearly bowled over by the sharp spicy musk that practically permeated everything. Your knees trembled and you did go down, after the hull doors closed at least, while you struggled to breathe past the thick air.

Heavy footsteps made you look up and Mando uttered a soft curse, scooping you up with one arm as the other rested just below your ass like a seat as he pressed you against his body and hurried toward your cabin.

“Mando?”

You had a thousand and one questions but your tongue refused to work, everything was starting to feel fuzzy, and Mando continued to utter curses as he set you into your bunk and disappeared. The thick air seemed to follow him, your room suddenly felt too small and your skin was too hot, hurriedly you began to fumble with your flight suit to just get it off. It was like you couldn’t breathe all of a sudden, everything was too tight and your clothes felt itchy and uncomfortable.

“Easy, hey, wait-“

Mando’s return was quiet and the door closed behind him, his hands stilling your movements, and that helmet was practically burning through you.

“You’re okay, it’s not- it’s me, this is my fault.”

“What is it?”

Your voice was hoarse as if you’d been screaming, you felt so thirsty, and Mando took your wrists in one hand before he made you drink from the canteen on his belt.

“My… my species releases pheromones, but they’re not- they become solid for up to an hour on contact with certain atmospheric gasses. Gasses very highly concentrated on this planet. I had to- the kid and the droid are in the bridge and they know not to come out, once we get into the air the pheromones will break down and get recycled out.” He sounded bashful, terrified even, as he explained it to you. The idea that he wasn’t human had occurred to you but not enough to make you linger on it for too long, he looked plenty human and didn’t have lekku popping out of his helmet or horn indents like a Zabrak would need, so learning he was actually not human was only a touch of a surprise.

Mando’s gloved thumb brushed your lower lip, the buttery smooth material catching on your dry skin and you felt that heat return, calling to him. Your soft whimper led to him pressing just a touch harder to your lips, his head tilting just slightly and you clenched your thighs at the gesture because the heat was back. You fel tlike you were burning from the inside but now you knew, it wasn’t the kind of fever you’d suspected.

“So- so y’like turn me on by your pheromones?”

“Only if- only if you’re interested too. It’s- it only takes if you’re also interested in me, somehow it recognizes the biochemical signs of attraction and lust in other species. Otherwise you’d just be sneezing until my mating season ends.”

“Mating- like… like kids?”

“Yes.”

“Not exactly looking to have kids yet, if at all, Mando. It’s why I’ve got an implant.”

“I do too, an implant I mean and I know it works, but my body still thinks- it’s biological to ensure the species continues.”

Your head still felt fuzzy but it wasn’t as bad as before and you found yourself staring into that dark visor wondering, his explanation implied that he could tell you were at least interested in him but not if it went the other way or if you just were the only one in a certain area that was even present to react.

“Does it- why are Belt and Grogu confined to the bridge?” You abandoned your first train of thought, not sure if you wanted to find out that he didn’t want you, instead you focused on the other things going on.

“I don’t want either one of them to suffer any adverse effects, Belt’s internal systems create heat and it might cause the solidified pheromones to gunk up inside his system and the kid is- well we don’t know his species at all. I also- I didn’t want them to hear if… if you wanted help.” The way he grew quiet, nervous, was like lightning down your spine; he was still pinning your arms in place but not in a way that felt threatening.

He wanted you, which honestly just blew you away because he’d never made a sign before, but something was making him hold back.

“Why- why do you sound scared? Are we going to struggle with this if I want you to stay?”

Mando swallowed thickly, so loud you could hear it through the vocoder, and finally he exhaled a heavy breath.

“I only know about this because, well, back when I was at the covert there was another Mandalorian I unintentionally… he reacted to my pheromones.”

“He? Does your species-“

“Sequential hermaphroditism, bidirectional. Depending on the genetic identification of the potential partner my species will… our genitals will change. I have a working set of reproductive organs that are both male and female, but being born male my usual state of being is male and it’s what I identify as.” You blinked and the influx of new information made you struggle against his hands, the hunter letting you go and flinching when you captured one of his hands in yours as you sat up.

“Talk to me, Mando, what happened.”

“He found out- he found out about me and what I was and rejected me. Publicly, at that, before choosing to fight me. Paz was- he was always larger, more strength in close combat than me, and had the Armorer not intervened he may have been able to overpower me and remove my helmet.” The fact that someone who -if what Mando had told you was completely accurate- had some attraction to Mando was even willing to go that far, to beat the brakes off him, infuriated you. He was scared of being rejected, again, and you squeezed his hand in yours.

The gesture made the air grow thick again, your vision blurring a little, but you situated yourself right in his lap after pushing him to sit on your bed.

“I’m not rejecting you, Mando, I want this. You. But only if you want it too-“

His helmet pressed into your forehead, interrupting you with the gesture, the slur of your voice fading into a whine as those large hands of his moved to hold your hips in place and stop you from grinding into his lap.

“You don’t know how long I have wanted this, mesh’la. But you- you deserve-“

“Don’t you fucking start with that, I don’t care what you think I deserve. It’s about what I want you karking idiot.” To emphasize your statement you tapped your forehead against his helmet and tugged on his cowl, looking right where you were sure his eyes were behind that dark visor. Everything was heightened, the feeling of his hands on you and the sharp need that was burning between your legs, you could see the flecks of soft fuzz in the air, and your tongue tasted sweet as he growled behind that bucket of his.

Clearly your insistence that you wanted him was making him release more of those pheromones.

“I’m going to wreck this needy little cunt, I’m going to be the only one able to fuck you the way you need.” There was threat, promise, and desire all wrapped into that one statement and you tugged harder at his cowl to reveal the tanned skin hidden underneath; he moaned long and loud as you gave into your immediate desire to sink your teeth into that newly revealed skin and leave a sign of your claim. You pulled back just enough to tell him to do something, anything, because your skin felt like it was on fire.

“Mando-“

“Din, my name is Din Djarin, and I’m going to have you screaming it.”

“We’ll see about-“

Your challenge excited him, obviously, if the sudden tearing of fabric was an indicator. The chill of air between your legs made you jolt and pull away from his neck, which also gave Din the advantage he needed to shove you off his lap, and before you could even try to pin him down the hunter was on the move. You backed up as your pride screamed to give him a challenge, a chase, but those damn pheromones made your knees weak.

He captured you in his arms with a low chuckle before dragging you back toward him and you yelped when he spun you around so suddenly, his gloved hand dragging through your wet folds as he shoved your upper body over the pull-out table in your room. You keened at the sensation of his gloved fingers on your skin, trying to struggle but his grip on your wrists was firm as he held them against your lower back, and he used his free hand to hold your legs and maneuver his shoulders between them leaving you fully exposed to him as he crouched behind you.

“That’s it, mesh’la, look at you dripping for me. Don’t try to look.” His warning made you shiver but the hiss of pneumatic pressure releasing followed by the hot breath of air on your exposed cunt was enough to make you keen. You hadn’t realized he’d ripped through the multiple layers you were wearing, the fact that he was strong enough to do so only made you throb, and the clatter of metal was the only warning you got before he began truly devouring you.

It took no time for you to realize his tongue was textured, and not like a human, but not in a way that was painful; it was strange but it felt good, really good as he licked through your folds and stopped to circle your clit. The long, wide, stroke made you moan shamelessly into the tabletop as your floor muscles tried to tighten and relax all at once between the impending orgasm and your body’s desire to take more of him. Every slurp, every suckle, and every touch of his mouth was a rocketing you closer and closer to a dazzling end; it had been cycles since a partner had made you orgasm in bed and your chest heaved as you tried to rock back even a little against his face.

Every breath you took was thick, the air spicy and musky, and your head was spinning in the best way as more and more wetness your body made was lapped up like a massiff with a meiluroon. It was to the point that you couldn’t even close your mouth, his name was a prayer and a plea on your lips as you squirmed with your cheek pressed into the flat surface.

The rasp of facial hair, the low moans of delight from Din vibrating against your body, and the feeling of his leather clad fingers pressing into the skin of your ass with his thumb holding you open wider for him was overwhelming and yet not enough. Your body tightened when his thumb dragged down, his grip on your wrists tightening, and as he used his thumb to circle your clit with that buttery soft leather it was like explosions under your skin.

Everything tightened up and you wailed his name as your orgasm slammed through you, writhing against the sensation as he continued to drink you down, and you were so sensitive that he quickly pushed you into a second orgasm that left you drooling a little from the intensity. Between the hazy pheromones and the endorphins now flooding your system you were pliant as he let your hands go, helmet returned to his head, and Din chuckled softly behind you before you heard the unmistakable sound of his bandolier being set aside.

Din didn’t take off much, you caught a glimpse of his fauld and tasset on the floor, before you heard the zipper sound as he freed himself from his flight suit; he kept you on the table, this time taking your hands and holding them both above your head, and you whimpered when you felt the slick glide of him between your thighs. How you had assumed he’d have a human cock, since he’d proven to be very alien outside of a generally human skin tone and frame, was beyond you so feeling the extra ridges and not quite human shape along his shaft as he slicked himself up with your body left you shivering.

The heat was back and your body was practically leaking at this point, you needed him to fuck you more than you needed to breathe, your tongue felt thick and swollen but you didn’t care how slurred and lust drunk you sounded.

“Din, please Din ‘m so wet- need your cock. Please-“

“That’s it, mesh’la, sound so fucking pretty begging for me.”

Your pleas turned into a sharp inhale and a deep moan from somewhere in your chest as Din’s cock finally pressed between your lips and into your body, it felt so good that your eyes rolled back and a full body shiver made you tense up around him, all while your body stretched deliciously for him. You couldn’t exactly picture what his dick looked like based off the feel but it was alien, he was throbbing inside of you, and that dull heat roared to life as you began trying to squirm.

“Please fuck me- shit, Din please-!”

Your eyes clenched shut as you fought, attempting to get some sort of friction, and Din snarled behind you as he pressed more weight onto your hands and thrust down into your body so deep it felt like he was punching through you. At his base he felt bulbous, the squelch of sound that accompanied him pulling himself back echoed in the room from how wet you were, and the head of him was flatter with a flare to it that kept him from pulling out of you entirely before he was filling you again.

That roaring heat was consuming, your skin hot under the layers of clothes you were both still wearing, and each time he filled you Din’s raspy moans and breathy exhales echoed through his vocoder along with a string of filth. Your own attempts at speech were reduced to pitiful whines or long moans, your fingers flexing as Din held you where he wanted you.

“Maker you’re so fucking tight, so fucking wet-“

The slap of skin on skin was only made more noticeable by the slick noises when he filled you deep and your coordination was all fucked up because of the pheromones so all you could do was lay there and writhe against him.

“Your little cunt was made for me, mesh’la.”

“Y-yes Din, s’yours-!”

You agreement made him release your hands and pull you up, one large hand now spread across the center of your collar as his other arm was banded across your waist since your legs were useless at this point, and even now you fumbled to try and get leverage somewhere. You brought one of your hands up to grip his cowl as your other hand fumbled along the outer seam of your body to feel the shape of him.

Your breath jumped when you felt one of the ridges you’d touched flex and you threw your head back when that part of him slipped out of you and up along your seam, the end of it was also flat but at an angle with a divot of some kind and Din shuddered as you touched the tip of it before he captured your free hand and held it flat against your own chest.

“Let me- I’ll cum too soon if you do that.”

You wailed when that appendage found your clit, the divot resting against your swollen bud, and you could have sworn it was sucking with the sudden and overwhelming sensation that made every muscle in your body tighten up as stars exploded behind your eyelids. You’d never come so hard, every part of your body was tingling like it had fallen asleep from the tips of your toes to your scalp, and the wet splatter of your release on the floor made Din snarl as he continued to fuck up into you.

“Din- ‘s too much I can’t-“

“One more, one fucking more, then I’m going to fill this little cunt. I know you can do it.”

Your body was powerless to resist, and the fact that he was fucking you while standing up with your legs basically reduced to wet noodles was enough to make your cunt spam one last time before Din was humping you as he rode out his own release. Your legs were weak when he began to loosen his grip, making you grab his cowl and arm for support, and Din walked you the few steps over to your bunk before he pulled you against him and used his cloak like a blanket to cover where the two of you were still joined.

“Sleep, mesh’la, rest. I’ll be here.”

You wondered if the pheromones could also cause you to sleep, or if he’d just fucked you out so good that you were exhausted, but your eyelids drooped and as you did slip into dreamland you heard him whispering something in a language you didn’t understand and you smiled knowing that he’d be here when you woke up.

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vintagerpg · 2 years ago

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The revised second edition of The Star Wars Sourcebook (1994) is essentially the same as the first. The printing is better, there might be some tweaks to the text and layout, but the biggest change is the cover.

That change is kind of perplexing, actually, because the cover image — one of the poster paintings for the first Star Wars film — was actually the cover of the original Star Wars RPG rulebook (where the original Sourcebook had a cute painting of and Astromech droid using a computer terminal to print out pictures of characters, itself a charmingly odd choice of cover art). Passingly strange.

I do appreciate that the second edition resisted temptation to be bigger and better and all that. The idea behind the original was to flesh out the Star Wars galaxy as it stood at the end of the first film. This was to capture all the promise and excitement people felt at the end of seeing the first film, without muddying it up with any of the other stuff, even the other movies. It is smart, and ultimately, I think, an effective way of selling the core concept of the game. Releasing it as is, amidst a larger line of galaxy guides and technical manuals, feels like a real restatement of those original intentions that underscores that all the rest is optional. We’re always looking for more, so it always strikes me as interesting when something consciously decides to be less. In this case, to its credit.

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darkisrising · 3 years ago

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Astromech Discotheque, by DarkIsRising

What a thrill! I’ve never invented a pairing before! Anyway, I got a litttttttle tipsy and this came out. I really really really hope you enjoy it cuz.... yeah....lolol. Way out on a limb here!

I give you: Peli Motto/ Majordomo (Mottodomo? That’s cute, right?) Astromech Discotheque

“So, where ya headed to, good looking? It might take a while for my droids to reassemble my cart, but we can give you a lift somewhere when it’s done,” the human with hair like a gundark’s nest says and it takes a moment for Cirdusu Tus’hejof to realize she’s speaking to him.

That he is, in fact, the one she’s referring to as ‘good looking’.

When he does, it takes a moment longer for his mind to make the connection with his lips because it has been, to put it mildly, a trying day all around. Eventually it gets there, and he is all curling hands and perfect elocution as he says, “My dear lady, I’m afraid I have no plans as of this moment save perhaps to find some gainful employment as it seems I am currently at loose ends, as it were, in that regard.”

She blinks at him, and then blinks again. It is a reaction he’s all too used to since he’d arrived in the outer rim nearly a decade ago, and Cirdusu waits, letting his arms fall back so that his hands are once more within worrying range of where his robes are singed and fraying. The robes were supposed to have been made in Karlini silk—and he’d paid a small fortune for them to be made from Karlini silk, and thus impervious to all including blaster bolts—but it has become all too clear these past days in the tender care of Daimyo Fett that he was swindled by that damnable haberdasher on Textiles Row.

Finally, she speaks, and it is nothing like what he is expecting.

“That accent. I hear traces of… what is that? Is that some Coruscanti in there?” Read the rest on AO3

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zinzinina · 4 years ago

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Comedown

Pairing: Din Djarin x F!Reader Rating: Explicit 18+ Word Count: 1.3k A/N: Look at me, writing two drabbles in two days. This is a little tiny gift to my beautiful friend @herb-welch who is the sweetest and kindest human ever and has been having a shitty, busy time at work. I wish I could send the real Din to come and look after you, but this is the next best thing (also I HAD TO put a fucking RD pun in here, I just had to, forgive me) x CW: Fingering, oral sex (f receiving). Very vanilla and soft.

Maker, it’s really fucking lucky droids are so cute or you would’ve dismantled a few today out of sheer irritation.

You’re exhausted, laying in the bunk still covered in hydraulic grease. The rest of your maintenance crew hadn’t shown up, and you’d been stuck servicing the entire spaceport’s complement of astromechs on your own. You take pride in the work, and you’ve always preferred droids to other people; making them shine and chirp again before they trundle off. But today, after working yourself into a frantic sweat, a particularly cantankerous C1 unit managed to take a chunk out of your inner arm. You’d been ready to rip its dome off.

You keep your eyes shut as you hear the Crest’s ramps whine, followed by the familiar comforting thud of Din’s heavy tread. You consider getting up; helping him out of his gear, asking how his hunt went, whether the kid behaved himself at Pelli’s and helping settle him to sleep. But your aching limbs aren’t cooperating, so instead you throw your arm over your face and roll onto your side.

His boots sound nearby, and he pauses. You imagine he’s staring down at you, the way you’re flung lazily in a heap. But he doesn’t stay there long, continuing on into the hold as the quiet sound of the kid’s crib closing hisses, followed by the slow clink of beskar being laid on the floor. You squint an eye open. It’s dark; he’s killed the lights. Which means he’s probably undressing all the way, helmet and all.

Your guess is confirmed when you hear his deep, breathy rasp above you. “Rough day?”

You snicker. “Yeah, something like that.”

He hums in acknowledgement, and you feel the mattress shift underneath you as he eases himself down beside you. His arms creep around your body, pulling your weight against him and he slides a hand down between your thighs.

“Mmm, Din. I’m wrecked.”

He’s pressing his face against the side of yours, and you can feel the features that are only familiar to you by touch: the gentle curve of his hooked nose, the wide, strong jawline, scratchy, patchy facial hair. “I can tell. Kid’s asleep. D’you want me to take care of you?”

You do, but you know you won’t be able to reciprocate. You feel selfish, and you start to say as much when he cuts you off. “That isn’t what I asked. I can make you feel good, or I can let you sleep.”

He presents the options flatly, the same way he’d offer a quarry the choice between a carbonite sleep, or shutting the fuck up on his ship. You turn to seek his lips with yours, blind in the dark. “I do want… you to make me feel good. But you don’t have to. I only just got back from work. Pretty sure I stink.”

He doesn’t wait to be told twice, raising himself up over your body. “S’that supposed to bother me?” You can’t answer, because he’s already slipped his hand beneath the waistband of your pants, stroking a calloused finger up through your folds. The hardness of his touch is at odds with his gentle breaths, an anchor to his invisible presence over you. Lazy and warm, you arch up into his touch, letting him guide your body towards him with each pass of his roughened fingers. It’s almost too hard for your sensitive clit, already overwrought and throbbing.

He catches the sound of your tiny whimper, and in the way he seems to instinctively know how to read a body, it’s enough for him to adjust his touch. Instead, he leans down, sliding a hand under your ass and lifting it as he rolls your pants off. His rough, thick fingers are gentle around your thighs as he spreads them, settling himself between your knees. You can feel the ticklish brush of waving hair at the insides of your legs, and you reach down, grabbing a handful of it. You’re obsessed with his hair, always so soft and messy in your touch. You can tell just from running your hands through it how scruffy it is, some pieces longer than others.

You lose your train of thought as he plunges his tongue inside you without warning. Your eyes squeeze shut, gasping. It’s so filthy; you haven’t showered, and you’re almost shy enough to close your legs when he groans into your cunt. “Fuck, you taste good,” he murmurs, drawing back long enough to press a kiss to your inner thigh, humming as his thumbs stroke circles into your legs.

Helpless, you lift your hips up to his face, seeking more. He takes the hint. He dives back into tasting you with abandon; pressing his entire face into your pussy and making some of the most explicit sounds you’ve ever heard from him; growling exhales interspersed with higher grunts. The curved bridge of his nose presses against your clit, and you feel heat gathering low in your stomach at the intimacy of this - his absolute drunkenness on your potent taste.

It seems as though he only barely remembers his whole purpose being down there, and it’s with an almost regretful drag that he withdraws his tongue from your soaked hole to lavish attention on your clit. After the roughness of his calloused fingers, the ministrations of his tongue are blessedly warm and wet as he begins to apply pressure, devastating in how quickly it makes your muscles start loosening.

As he eases two fingers inside you, the combined wetness of his mouth and your own arousal offer no resistance as he begins to work the digits back and forth inside you, angling them upwards to stroke against that spot that undoes you. Your hands are insistent in his hair as he continues the drag of his tongue, your hips unconsciously rolling against his face. The wet slip of his hands combined with the now-sloppy, openmouthed press of his tongue produces obscene noises in the dark. You bite your lip, brows pinching together as your breaths shorten into little gasps. He feels it before you do; when he reaches that perfect rhythm, exactly the right pressure, at exactly the right speed, in exactly the right spot.

“Don’t stop, don’t stop, oh, fuck, Din,” you’re babbling, breathless and incoherent. His only response is to work his fingers further inside you with each stroke; deeper and deeper, sinking in to the knuckle and crooking as he withdraws. He spreads the fingers as he eases them out and the stretch is exquisite, enough to make you tumble over the edge of your orgasm. Your hips arch up off the cot, pressed to his face, and he catches you in his grip, supporting your weight while your muscles seize and then release you into floppiness. He gently slides his soaked fingers out of your fluttering core, sucking them clean. His tongue laves a stripe up your cunt, dipping back inside you and gathering every drop of you that he can. It’s less thorough than it is greedy; like he can’t bear to leave anything behind - continuing past the point where he’s taken every part of you and still seeks more, more.

Your breathing has evened and deepened as he finally shifts, groaning low as he eases himself back against your back, arms returning to cradle your body. He’s probably sore, you think ruefully. He’s been away for the entire day cycle; fighting Maker-knows-who, probably dealing with all kinds of shitty lowlifes and setbacks. You turn over, pressing your face to his collarbone. You’re continually amazed by the finer details you feel of him, and this is one of them: his collarbones are beautifully fine for someone so roughly-made.

“Do you want me to…?” you whisper. You can barely stay awake, but you’ll do your best for him if you can.

He presses a kiss to the space between your eyebrows, and you feel as he shakes his head. “Just holding you like this is better than any spice in the whole fucking galaxy. S’good enough for me. Go to sleep.”

You’ve already half-obeyed him before he gets the words out.

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#din djarin x reader #din djarin x f!reader #din djarin x you #gifted drabble #star wars smut #yeah yeah i know #i don't write for din #be gentle with me

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generalobi · 3 years ago

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Please please please can you write more obi is a tooka? ( Only if u want to of course ❤️💗) It's so godanm cute and I am friggin crying I love it so much!😭 Mabey obi needs to take out some baddies on a mission, ( because come on, he's General Kenobi, and he's got people to sass and commanders to not listen to) but anyone he tries to fight just dies of cutness on the spot. Mabey he tries to wield his lightsaber with the force, or using his mouth, and any villain who looks at Obi wan just can't. Stop.laughing. he's a tiny tooka with a lightsaber, of COURSE he'll look ridiculous. Anakin and Cody of course, would never let him live it down,😂😂

A tooka he may be, but he’s still a General and a Councillor. He still has a war to fight.

Obi-Wan is definitely in this situation on purpose. He absolutely meant to fight Ventress while he’s twenty times smaller and only able to wield his lightsaber with his mouth. Yup. Not at all an accident. Cody’s going to kill him.

“I can feel your presence General,” Ventress calls, “Why don’t you come out and face me? Are you still recovering from whatever had you out of the field? Are you afraid?”

No, he thinks, I’m just the size of a tuber. He hunches down, hackles rising. If he can just surprise her… there. She’s right above him.

Obi-Wan launches himself out of his crate, lightsaber flicking on with a clench of his jaw. He’s so close when he feels himself pulled to a sudden stop, hovering in midair. He can’t help it, he lets out a disappointed and very embarrassing whine.

Ventress circles him, eyes raking over his too small body, “It can’t be. General Kenobi, you’re so… small.”

He yowls, wiggling his paws uselessly.

“And ridiculous,” there’s laughter in her voice, “By the Force, look at those tiny paws. You have your ‘sabre in your mouth Kenobi, and you expect me to take you seriously? Is this a ploy? Because if so it’s working. I can’t hurt a tooka. Especially not one as cute as you.”

She boops his nose. The indignity! He may be confined in this body but he is still a General of the Republic! The Negotiator! A… oh she’s very good at giving scratches. Maybe he can just take a minute to enjoy it before he finds a way out of this. Yes, that wouldn’t be so bad.

“You are just the cutest.”

A series of explosions echoes through the base and Obi-Wan twists in the air. Where did those come from? Is that his men? It’s only a little embarrassing to need to be rescued. Another explosion sounds, this one much closer. He feels his men’s presences drawing closer.

A third explosion sends a wave of heat over Obi-Wan’s fur as the far wall ceases to exist and the 212th pours through.

“Get away from my General,” Cody snaps, blaster in hand.

“Your General? How cute. Well,” her hand disappears from his head and Obi-Wan whines, “I must be going. Better move fast if you want to catch your General before he hits the floor.”

Cody dives forward, hands closing around his General as Ventress disappears into the night. He curses internally. At least Obi-Wan seems mostly unharmed, if a little disgruntled. Good, that means Cody can yell at him.

He raises the General to his face, so he can look into his eyes, “And what have I said about wandering off?”

The General squeaks, twitching his tiny ears. Around them, the 212th works on stabilizing the building and pursuing Ventress. They leave The General Scolding to Cody.

“You have to stay with the group,” he continues, “No matter how shiny anything is or how cute you think the children are. Stay. With. The. Group.”

Obi-Wan sends an impression of resigned apology, whining when Cody keeps staring at him. He waits another few seconds before giving in, and placing the General on his shoulder.

“I’m glad you’re alright, General,” he says quietly, “But please never do that again. You can’t fight like this.”

A frustrated growl rumbles through Obi-Wan’s tiny body and he turns in a tight circle before settling down again and curling into a ball. The message is clear. He’s annoyed with his tiny body and Cody’s rules. Well, that’s probably fair.

Obi-Wan observes Ahsoka’s The Force and it’s Philosophy 5 class from his place between the peaks of her montrols. The current topic is one of his favourites, What is the Force?.

That’s the Yertrt Model of the Force, not the Corillian, he sends, looking over Ahsoka’s datapad.

Did Skyguy ever take this class? Ahsoka asks, correcting her answer.

No, Anakin quit after Force and Philosophy 2. He thought it was boring. He took AstroMech all the way up to 8 instead.

Ahsoka hums thoughtfully, sending a wave of fond exasperation at her Master to him. Obi-Wan sends the impression of a shrug back. Anakin would have benefited from in depth lessons on the Force but forcing him would’ve only made his resentment grow. Probably.

“Padawan Tano,” Master Windu stops in front of her desk, “Not everyone has a grandmaster on their head feeding them answers. Give Obi-Wan to me, and get on with your work.”

Ahsoka huffs but complies. She scoops Obi-Wan off her head and hands him to Mace.

You are a dirty cheater, Mace tells him, placing him on his shoulder.

Ahsoka simply makes use of the resources she has at her disposal.

Dirty. Cheater. Mace reiterates, You are giving her bad habits.

I am a High Council member, Master Windu, I do not cheat.

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tinywitchgoblin · 3 years ago

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The Journey- Pt. 1/?

this gif is not mine, credit to @themandaloriandaily

this gif is also not mine, credit to @hadeswearsprada

Pairing: Din x AFAB!reader x Boba

a/n: only Din is in this part, I’m planning on adding Boba later (and I keep wanting to call him Din, but we’re not at that level of trust yet). Also, this is gonna be a series, if you hadn’t already figured that out. This is set about a week after TBOBF, and this ended up being way longer than I intended (oops, sorry in advance). Reader is AFAB but in this part can be read as gn, but the afab part comes up later in the series

Warnings: swearing, slight canon deviation, Mando has a bigger ship here because I said so, Mando might be slightly ooc, Grogu being a cute little shit (because that deserves its own warning), fluff, a teeny tiny bit of angst if you squint, not proofread because my brain is tired (and so are my fingers)

Word count: 1.4k

Series summary: you join Mando and Grogu on their adventures when you encounter the new Daimyo of Mos Espa. What happens next is something no one could’ve predicted.

This part summary: You accept the invitation to accompany Mando in order to babysit Grogu (and maybe do some other stuff, who knows)

You were new to Tatooine, and had made yourself useful by working for Peli Motto in her shop. You didn’t know shit about working with starships or speeders or anything like that, but she found things for you to do- picking up parts, bartering with jawas, bringing her tools, cleaning up the droids- that sort of thing. One day, when an x-wing flew in carrying only an astromech and a small green… something, you were intrigued. When you met the creature, whose name was Grogu, you fell in love. Peli’s love for him was contagious, and you immediately volunteered to babysit the little guy.

You hung out with him for a few hours, feeding him, playing with him, and laying him down for a nap. However, when Peli said she had to take him to his father in Mos Espa, you were sad to see him go. On the other hand, you knew he had to go back to his family, so you said your goodbye and watched him and Peli drive off.

A few days later, you were oiling up the pit droids (you’d just learned how to do it two days ago, and were very proud of yourself) when a tall, broad man in silver armor walked in, looked at you, and asked in a deep baritone, “Do you know where I can find Peli Motto?”

“Yeah, she should be in the back, working on a speeder she scrounged up a couple of days ago-” you trailed off as you saw what, or rather who, he was carrying in a satchel on his side. “Grogu! It’s good to see you again!” The little green baby squealed with joy and held his arms out to you, clearly wanting you to pick him up (and maybe play with him again; the man in silver armor didn’t look like he was the playing type).

“How do you know him?” the man asked, suddenly going on the defensive. He hadn’t intimidated you when he first walked in, but now, he was downright terrifying.

“I babysat him when he was brought here about a week ago,” you said nervously. Thank goodness for you, Peli chose that exact moment to walk over.

“Look who it is! Did you enjoy your time with Mando? Is he keeping you fed? Do you wanna hang out with Aunt Peli?” she questioned. He didn’t respond, but looked over to you and put his hands out again. “Aw, look (y/n), he remembers you! He must really like you.”

“I guess so,” you said, still feeling a bit shy. “May I hold him?”

“Sure,” the man, who you deduced must be Mando, sighed, and handed him to you. Grogu put on his happiest face and grabbed one of your fingers, relaxing into your touch. You played peek-a-boo with him while Mando and Peli talked business. Finally, Peli walked away and Mando came over to you and said, in a softer tone, “He really does like you. I’ve never seen him like this with anyone before.”

“I’m glad, I really like him, too,” you said, smiling up at the T-visor on his helmet. He reached over and brushed a gloved hand along Grogu’s face, and Grogu cooed, clearly very happy in his current state. However, that happiness was soon interrupted when Mando said, “Okay little guy, it’s time to go.” Grogu looked at Mando, joy morphing into confusion. When you tried to hand him to Mando, he let out the loudest wail his little body could muster, and you covered your ears in shock. Mando tried to calm Grogu down, but was unsuccessful. Eventually, you reached over and rubbed Grogu’s hand, and he immediately reached for you again. Mando quickly handed him to you, and the wailing stopped. You let him calm down before handing him back to Mando, but the same thing happened. That happened a few times before you both realized that Grogu wasn’t gonna let you go without a fight. Mando stood there, not quite sure what to do, before he awkwardly repeated, “He really likes you.”

“Yeah,” you laughed, still unsure of what to do. The two of you stood there for a while before Peli came over and said matter-of-factly, “(Y/n), you should go with them! Grogu needs a motherly influence in his life, and Mando here could use some company. Besides, she’s very capable and a quick learner. I know you could use the help.”

“It’s fine, I don’t want to intrude,” you said quickly, looking over to Mando to see how he would respond. He stood there, contemplating what Peli had said, before turning to Grogu and saying, “Would you like that, ya little womp rat? Would you like (y/n) to come with us?” Grogu made more happy baby noises and looked up at you, as if pleading with you to say yes.

“Well,” you said slowly, not wanting to make a rash decision. You thought about it- if you were with Peli, you would be safe, but you wouldn’t be able to experience as much- and you wouldn’t be able to see Grogu for a while, if at all. On the other hand, if you went with Mando, you would be able to explore and hang out with Grogu. It might be dangerous, but you figured if Mando was traveling with a small child like Grogu, he must be pretty capable and a safe traveling companion. After weighing your options, you came to a conclusion.

“I’ll go with you,” you said, and Grogu screeched so loud that you were afraid that he was regretting your decision. However, he put his little arms out and hugged as much of you as he could, which made you beam with pride and excitement. You looked from Mando to Peli, who said, “Go pack up your stuff, they’ll still be here when you’re ready.”

“I’ll be right back, I promise I won’t take long,” you gushed, handing Grogu to Mando, and for once, he didn’t make any noises of disapproval.

“Take your time, ad’ika,” Mando reassured. You wondered what that meant; you filed it away in your mind to ask him about later. After rushing up to your room, you gathered up your belongings- clothes, shoes, toiletries, and anything else you thought was necessary- and went back to the hangar, bag slung over your shoulder. As promised, the three of them were still standing there, with Peli baby-talking to Grogu once more.

“When you walk into the ship, go to the right through the hallway, the door on the left leads to your room. It’s not much, but it should work,” Mando said.

“Thank you, I’m sure it’ll be just fine,” you reassured him.

“Okay, well let me know if you need anything,” he said. Was that nervousness in his voice? It couldn’t be. You were sure that he had all that armor and those weapons on for a reason, so what would he be nervous about? Before you could think about it further, you walked up the ramp onto the ship. Following Mando’s directions, you found your room. It was small, but it had a bed, as well as a small storage compartment that served as a dresser of sorts. You laid down on the bed, feeling that it was more comfortable than it looked. You took out your favorite blanket and stuffed animal, placing them with care before walking out the door and almost running into Mando.

“I’m so sorry, I was just finishing up-”

“I just wanted to check on you, make sure everything was okay-” you said at the same time before you stopped yourself. You took a deep breath, apologized again, and went to go check on Grogu. You found him in the copilot’s seat with a little metal ball in his hands. He saw you and immediately showed off the ball, and you said, “That’s so cool! Is that your favorite toy?” He nodded, putting it in one of his hands and reaching up for you once more. “Okay, ya goofball, come here.” You pulled him into your arms, sitting where he had just been. Mando walked in and said, “Are you sure about this? It’s not too early to back out.”

“I’m sure,” you said with conviction. Over the past half hour or so since you’d agreed to join the odd duo, you realized that you were really looking forward to this new opportunity, and hopefully, you and Mando would eventually become friends. He nodded before flipping some switches, and before you knew it, you were blasting off into the expanse of space.

Ad’ika- “little one,” term of affection

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Secret Messages

Author’s Note: The following story takes place sometime between chapters 13 and 16 of “Knights of the Fallen Empire”.

“That will be all everyone. Thank you.” Corellan Halcyon, the Alliance Commander concluded the meeting with the assembled command staff in the main conference room in the operations wing.

Vette gathered up her data pads. In less than two weeks, she’d made a place for herself here on Odessen. The skills she’d developed years ago as part of Kael’s old crew had netted her the position of communications specialist, which meant she had the chance to see the inner workings of the Alliance’s command structure first-hand. Indeed, Vette was one of only two aides present – the other being the Commander’s little AstroMech droid, Teeseven. Given that the Alliance was only a few months old, and that it was essentially a “motley” collection of defectors from the Republic, the Sith Empire, Zakuul and various other factions throughout the galaxy, she found it very impressive. The people here were motivated; despite their differences, everyone wanted to take down the Eternal Throne, and incredibly, everyone seemed to trust that the ‘infamous Outlander’, this former Jedi Master, would be the one to do it.

After seeing him in action on Vandin, Vette found that she was starting to believe it, too.

As people made their way towards the exit – led by Doctor Oggurobb (how the heck could any Hutt possibly move that fast?) – the Commander looked over at her.

“Oh, Vette. Do you have a minute?”

Vette blinked, surprised that the Commander – Corellan, he’d asked to be called while in private – would call on her. She nodded over to him in acknowledgement, feeling a brief upswell of anxiety as she waited for the others to clear out. She knew perfectly well that the feeling was a legacy of having been enslaved twice in her life but knowing that didn’t ease her nerves.

Which was funny. The Commander was entirely different than anyone else she’d worked with. He was barely older than she was, but she looked up to him. Honestly, Corellan Halcyon was one of the nicest people she’d ever met. He never got angry or even raised his voice with anyone and whatever frustration he experienced only seemed to manifest as steely resolve. She’d have thought – having watched Kael in action years ago – that all this would have made for a weak leader.

It didn’t. If anything, it just made people not want to disappoint him.

So for a moment, Vette felt nervous that she’d somehow disappointed him.

Weird that I thought he’d be like Quinn. she mused to herself. The stick-up-his-ass Imperial officer had been the most repressed man Vette had ever met. More than once, she’d speculated aloud that Quinn could have made a good Jedi had he been a Force-sensitive born in the Republic. This had proven an excellent way to antagonize him, which, of course, only encouraged Vette.

Good times.

As the room emptied save for herself, Corellan and Teeseven, Vette made her way over to him, clutching her datapads. He’d been standing at the middle of the table during the meeting while Lana Beniko and Theron Shan sat at his right, with Teeseven at his left. Come to think of it, he was the only person in the room who’d remained standing during the entire meeting. His place at the table didn’t even have a chair.

Weird.

“Uhm. Is there a problem with the communiques, Commander?”

Corellan, who had been looking down at his own datapad, turned towards her.

“Hmm? Oh, no. Not at all, Vette. You’ve been doing excellent work.” He smiled at her reassuringly. “I’m glad you chose to stay with us.”

Vette exhaled in relief, not realizing she’d been holding her breath.

“Great. Great. Thanks. So… uhm. You wanted to talk?”

“Right. Its rather awkward.” Corellan turned to look down at Teeseven. “Tee, can you load that message from yesterday?”

Teeseven beeped his approval, apparently requiring no more clarification than that. A second later, the Commander’s data pad chimed. He pressed a button.

“So I received this direct message in error. It’s probably related to the new directory security system Theron just setup. But it was apparently intended for you.”

He handed the pad over to Vette who looked down at the text.

From: Avus Dayne

Subject: My blue flower

Vette,

You don’t know me, but I’m a pilot with the Alliance fleet. I noticed you the second you stepped on Odessen, and I've been watching you from afar ever since.

Sorry, that's creepy, isn't it?

Anyway, I wrote a poem:

‘My flower of blue,

I pine for you.

Your laugh is so cute,

And your head tentacle things are also cute.’

It needs work. But the point is, I think you're pretty and I was wondering if you want to get a drink together.

If you don't, tell me and I'll leave you alone forever.

Avus (that's my name)

“Uhm. Wow.” Vette felt her cheeks turn faintly purple with a blush.

She was embarrassed. Part of her wondered if she should be offended. It was just a little creepy, sending someone a message – much less a poem! – out of the blue like that. Then again, Vette had met more than her share of real creeps over the course of her life. She didn’t get that sort of vibe from this letter.

The Commander waited a beat before continuing.

“Now this is none of my business, you understand.” Corellan added, his voice amicable. “I’m only talking to you now because the message was addressed to you, so I felt you deserved to see it.” He paused. “He did send me a follow-up message, that I’m willing to share with you, but only if you’re interested.” Corellan glanced down at the pad. “Just click the ‘Next Message’ button.”

Vette pursed her lips for a second, chewing that over, then overcome by curiosity she finally tapped the pad.

From: Avus Dayne

Subject: DO NOT READ PREVIOUS MESSAGE

My sincerest apologies, Commander. That message was not intended for you. Please delete it without opening.

But if you did read it... Do you think I have a shot?

Vette chuckled at the words, taken with the awkwardness of this guy. The messages were ridiculous, but at the same time, they were so earnest, too.

“Huh.” She finally said.

Corellan regarded her for another second, giving her a moment to think about things before pressing on.

“Like I said, its none of my business. I was just passing these on to you. I haven’t responded to him. Nor do I plan to do so unless you ask me to.”

“Uhm. Well. Thank you.” she exhaled, relieved that this situation hadn’t become more complicated.

Vette was feeling disconcerted by the whole thing. Until a few years ago, Vette hadn’t been used to people expressing an ‘interest’ in her. She’d spent most of her life in the shadow of more conventionally attractive women like Tivva, Risha and Taunt. All three had been sisters and like-sisters to Vette, but she’d always envied their confidence and their looks, and the attention they’d drawn. Then later there was Jaesa – never a friend, but another young woman who’d made her feel insecure. Vette had had a crush on Kael; she could admit that to herself now. But she’d eventually stifled it. He’d been nice to her, or at least nicer to her than most of her employers over the years, but she had no illusion about who he was what he could do. He had not been a nice guy. Jaesa was welcome to him, for all the good it had done either of them in the end. That had been years ago, though, and most of the people she and Gault had dealt with since then weren’t the type she wanted to be involved with. Not in that way.

Still, she had felt more comfortable about life in general in the weeks since she’d joined the Alliance…

She looked back down at the datapad.

“So. Uhm. What do you think?” she asked aloud.

“I’m sorry, what do I think regarding what?” Corellan raised an eyebrow.

Vette nibbled her lower lip. She’d never imagined having a conversation like this with a Jedi. Or ex-Jedi, even.

“I mean, do you think I should meet him? For a drink, or whatever?”

The Commander blinked.

“Well. I was a Jedi, Vette.” He explained himself. “Even if I’ve left that life behind, I’m probably one of the least qualified people to ask about things like that.” He looked down wistfully. “With the exception of my association with one rather philandering field medic, I have little experience with… uhm, courtship.” Corellan stammered a bit near the end, as if he had been trying to find the words, awkwardly.

It was funny to think of the Commander, who she’d personally seen storm through legions of Sky Troopers, as awkward about anything. He normally exuded confidence and poised.

“Yeah.” Vette swallowed. “Me neither, actually.”

Vette winced. That was way too personal a thing to say. She and the Commander hardly knew each other.

“But uhm. What are your… impressions of him, I guess?”

“Well.” Corellan took the datapad again and clicking back to the original message and considering. “I must say he sounds sincere to me. And he seemed a reputable individual from his personnel file, for whatever that’s worth. There was nothing to suggest he would do anything unpleasant to someone he was working with.”

Vette started to nod in appreciation, then stopped herself, noting what he’d said.

“You, uhm, read his file?”

“I did.”

“Because his message went to you and not me?”

“No, not at all. I look over everyone’s file.”

Vette blinked. The Alliance was still small compared to the other galactic powers, but all told, they still had hundreds of members by now, with more signing up every day.

“Everyone’s? I mean, that must take you forever.”

Corellan frowned a bit, gathering his thoughts.

“Well, I’m embarrassed to admit this, but I haven’t been able to meet everyone in person, yet. We send so many of our people out on missions at any given point and there just isn’t enough time. But learning their face and their name, that at least is a start. For me, anyway. So every evening when I head back to my quarters, I have Teeseven load up some personnel files.” He smiled affectionately, patting the chassis of the AstroMech droid’s top. “It takes some time but it’s worth it and it makes for good bedtime reading.”

His expression had softened, his light blue eyes dwelling on a less complicated time.

“The idea that there are people working for me, even fighting for me, who I don’t even know is… well that’s a new one for me. It’s one more thing I’ll have to get used to, I suppose.”

Vette found herself charmed by this sentiment, though it also concerned her just a bit. In her experience, people in positions of power rarely did things like personally checking on every who worked for them. If he was losing sleep over minutiae, that could be bad for everyone.

For the moment, she kept on track.

“And you remembered Avus, just from skimming his file?”

He shrugged, indifferently.

“Actually, I don’t forget anything.”

Vette’s eyes widened.

“That’s a neat trick.” She whistled. “Is that from being a Jedi?” she hadn’t recalled Jaesa ever demonstrating instant recall like that.

“Thank you. And no. Its just something I’ve always been able to do.” Corellan shrugged again.

“Well, I wish I could do that.” Realization came to Vette, as she attempted to digest all of this. She eyed the Commander worriedly.

“So… you’ve probably read my file, too.”

“Well, yes.” He’d obviously picked up on her concern but seemed non-plussed about it, not comprehending the bantha in the room Vette had been hinting at.

“Uhm.” She paused but couldn’t leave it alone. “You must know I used to work for Kael.”

Corellan nodded with understanding, his face growing somber.

“I do.”

She looked up and regarded him.

“You still trust me with… your communications? And the field work, and everything?”

Corellan Halcyon’s face finally relaxed. This seemed familiar ground for him.

“You’ve given me no reason to think I shouldn’t. And the quality of your work speaks for itself. We couldn’t have raided the Gilded Star without you.” He spoke confidently, then gave her a reassuring look. “Vette, what happened between myself and Kael was never personal for me. Yes, he did things I considered monstrous, but so did nearly every other Sith Lord I’ve fought. He had his reasons for fighting Revan after Vitiate rejected him. When we finally fought on Yavin, I felt his rage and the pain behind it. And I exploited those weaknesses to beat him.”

He sighed in regret.

“I truly regret that I couldn’t find another way. But there were countless lives on the line and I still had to deal with Revan. And the Emperor. So it went the way that it did.”

Corellan’s light blue eyes re-focused on Vette.

“For what its worth, I’m sorry. I know you weren’t working for him at the time, but that had to have been difficult when you heard what happened.”

Vette looked down at the table. Those were old wounds. She didn’t want to get into all that right now.

“Someday I’ll tell you about my time with Kael and his crew.” She swallowed. “But for what it’s worth, I don’t hold any of that against you.”

It was Corellan’s turn to nod in relief.

“I appreciate that.”

Vette awkwardly looked down at the datapad again.

“I think… I’ll send him a message. Just to see how it goes.”

The Commander smiled slightly.

“Sounds good.” Then he paused, an idea popping up in his mind. “Oh, but if you do wind up telling him you’re not interested and then he bothers you again, then absolutely come to me. I’ll take care of it if there’s a problem.”

Vette found herself grinning at the offer.

“I wouldn’t think you had much experience in scaring off creeps.” She mused.

A small grin formed across Corellan’s lips.

“I don’t, really. But as it so happens, my personnel resources director is a Sith Lord.” He offered, his eyes sparkling a bit. “She’s very… persuasive when it comes to conflict resolution.”

Vette laughed at that, breaking up what had become a heavy mood. Lana Beniko was the model of professionalism, but she was scary.

“Okay. Well… thanks for talking to me about this. And for being okay about everything.”

“Not at all. Thank you for being here.” His chrono pinged. “Ah. I have to go meet with Hylo to discuss the logistical situation.”

“I’ll leave you to it.” Vette smiled. “I should get back to the war room.”

“Sounds good. I’ll talk to Theron about the bugs in the directory system.”

With that, they parted company.

Vette smiled to herself as she left the conference chamber. She’d meet with this ‘Avus’ guy. Maybe it would be okay. Maybe it wouldn’t. But Vette felt that she’d be okay either way.

It was a good feeling.

Author’s Notes: The mis-sent letter has always been one of my favorite moments in KOTFE.

For the record, in this continuity, Vette does meet with Avus for a drink. He’s nice enough, but she decides he’s not for her. He’s okay with that. They remain friends to this day.

Corellan rarely sits down, except for the pilot seat of his ship. The reason for this will come up some day.

I’ve made references to Corellan’s eidetic memory in the past, but it rarely comes up so directly in a story.

I do kind of ship Vette with someone in this continuity. But that comes much later in my story.

I don’t know how Avus didn’t know that they are called “lekkus”.

Kael was not a nice Sith Warrior. More on him another time. @swtor-writers-guild , @swtorshipping

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