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aspentreewrites · 2 months ago

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and when all the flowers are rotten and all the cannons shot

Chapter 1

Pairings: Codywan

Tags/Warnings: slow burn(ish), fake dating, only one bed, general angst and pining, AO3 rating is E for future chapters

Link to read on AO3 here!

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The truth of the matter burrows deep into Cody’s skin, settling into the home it’s long-since made for itself there, nestled tightly amongst the other secrets he harbours that are too shameful to ever speak aloud.

He digs his fingers into his temples, breathing in heavy lungfuls of the steam-drenched air as if it might reverse the realisation that now weighs upon his heart like lead.

This is no longer just some passing infatuation.

He’s in love with Obi-Wan Kenobi.

(or: an account of the relationship between one Marshal Commander and his General from in the midst of a war.)

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A/N: In my unending quest to name all of my fics after The Amazing Devil songs, this one is taken from Elsa's Song. If you're reading this on Tumblr, you're getting a unique version of this author's note - hello there! I usually just link to my fics on Tumblr, but this time I've decided to post each chapter in full here!

Any and all comments are massively appreciated, and if I can format anything better for posting here please let me know. I'm aiming to have the next chapter up in 2-3 weeks :)

Huge thanks to my wonderful friend @whenyourfavouritedies (link to their AO3 here!) for beta reading.

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He’d had a good run, Cody thinks to himself as he faces down the adversary in front of him. Perhaps he could avoid the mortal embarrassment of defeat by defenestrating himself from the nearest window - at least then his death could be ruled as a bizarre, impulsive moment of pure lunacy rather than the alternative of being done in entirely by the man in front of him.

… The man in front of him who evidently seems to be expecting a response to his words.

Cody, the Marshal Commander of the 212th who has spoken in front of the Council multiple times, who’s renowned throughout the GAR for his prowess at quick-thinking and strategy, desperately tries to muster something. Gingerly, he collects the shattered pieces of his brain from the floor, and attempts to produce something coherent with them.

“... Oh,” he manages, trying to not let his words come out as strangled as it feels like they could in this moment. “Right.”

As it turns out, those two words alone are insufficient, at least judging by Obi-Wan’s look of pure bewilderment. The Jedi tilts his head a little, studying the clone before him.

“Is everything alright, Cody?” he asks tentatively, before glancing back to the mission briefing on his datapad. Cody’s eyes remain glued to one word in particular, practically glaring at him from the harshly backlit screen of the tablet.

He can feel a headache coming on.

“If it’s too much, Anakin has offered to spare Rex, but to be perfectly honest–”

Absolutely not. The only thing Cody can think of that would be worse than going on this mission at all would be someone else going in his place.

“-- I’d rather avoid a repeat of what happened on Corellia, if at all possible,” Obi-Wan murmurs, stroking a hand over his beard. He frowns slightly at the memory, and Cody files the subject away to ask about later, though for the moment he has far more pressing matters to address.

“Right,” Cody repeats, before finally remembering that he does, in fact, know how to string words into a sentence. His eyes snap up from the datapad, meeting his General’s gaze. Discomfort claws its way through his body, constricting his throat a little when he tries to gather himself. “Yes, sir. I’m just wondering, about the aliases-”

Obi-Wan huffs, clearly having his own strong opinion on whatever he thinks Cody is about to say. “Yes, well, I appreciate that the backstories aren’t as detailed as they could be. I did mention it, but the Council did what they could on such short notice.”

“Of course. I’m just wondering if we have to be–”

“Really, it’s a miracle that they even had anything planned, knowing them.”

“-- Married?”

Obi-Wan blinks, and a long silence stretches between the two men. He studies Cody’s face again for a moment, before he looks back down at the datapad, his brow furrowed slightly as if he’s only just considering the implications of the mission for the first time.

Cody stands, steady as ever, though behind his back his fingers twitch anxiously. From the Jedi's telling, it’s going to be a fairly quick undercover stint - a handful of days at most. They’ll be staying at a hotel-slash-resort out in a neutral system, where they’ve been tipped off that a handful of Separatists are meeting for a business deal that could debilitate the Republic if it goes off smoothly.

A tad dramatic, perhaps, but when intel like that is received, the Jedi have to ensure that the call to action is answered. And who better to answer it with than one of their best?

Unfortunately for Cody, the Jedi’s best has a penchant for dragging him along, too.

This type of mission might be incredibly rote for the General, but for Cody, it’s… An intimidating prospect. He’s a soldier, a strategist - a damned good one at that, there’s a reason he’s been given the position of Commander - if there’s one thing he is decidedly not, however, it's an actor.

It’s likely that the more experienced man hadn’t even given Cody’s involvement a second thought - they’re by each other’s side on most battlefields, after all… This arena, though, is an untrodden one. After some consideration, Obi-Wan quirks a brow and looks back up at his Commander.

“You’re aware that we wouldn’t actually be signing any legal documents for the sake of the mission?” he queries, as if that were at all the issue Cody is having here. Stars, but does this man like to play dense sometimes.

“... That’s not the point, sir.”

“Then what is? Do you not think I would make a fine husband? My dear Commander, you wound me.”

Cody has the quiet suspicion that if anyone had the fortune to wed his General (not that the Jedi were even allowed such things), they would find themselves spending a considerable portion of the rest of their lives having to put up with his unfortunate sense of humour.

As it happens, Cody is the one who’s taking the burden for that responsibility at current. It’s been slowly driving him up the wall for the better part of the war effort.

“I’m sure you would make a good–” no, that’s not appropriate, “a fine–” he stops short, glowering at the amused smirk that has plastered itself on his General’s face. Obi-Wan seems to be garnering a little too much delight in causing him to stammer like a schoolchild, the victorious glint in his eye evident. Cody shakes his head, persisting despite the flush that he’s sure has appeared on his cheeks. “... You know what I mean.”

Much to Cody’s relief, Obi-Wan takes mercy on him and drops the subject. He glances back down to the datapad with a thoughtful hum, his expression returning to something a little more dignified.

“It was ultimately a logistical choice. We would be sharing a room in the hotel, regardless, and the cover makes it considerably less likely that people would raise questions.” A pause, and then the Jedi’s voice turns a little more gentle. “If it would truly make you uncomfortable, Cody, then we can come up with an alternative.”

Cody finds himself shaking his head before he even has time to think it through properly. It’s… Fine. He’s fine. The thought of pretending to be Obi-Wan’s… husband, makes something strange curl in his gut, a sense of tightness and discomfort that he can’t quite identify.

He pushes the feeling away, telling himself that all it is is feeling unsure about going undercover in general - it will be, after all, his first time doing so for more than a few minutes at a time. He’s bluffed to get past guards and to stall enemies, they all have, but he’s practically a shiny in this territory. It makes sense that he’d have some nerves.

“No, I… I’ll take the mission, General. I was just…” he hesitates. He was just what exactly? Cody isn’t entirely certain. “I’ll just need some time to look over the aliases, to prepare. Being undercover is… Not my usual wheelhouse.”

That’s putting it lightly.

“If you’re certain?”

Cody holds the Jedi’s earnest gaze for as long as he can muster with this odd sensation sloshing around in his stomach. He manages a nod, moving to take the datapad from the other man as they prepare to move onto other matters for the morning.

“Yes, sir.”

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The night before the mission rolls around, Cody finds himself still awake far too late into the night. He’s at his desk, poring over multiple tabs of research, and Stars, there’s still so much to cover before they’re set to leave.

He’s… what is it that an actor would call it? ‘Studying’ the fictional man that is Vidarr Emerin, a wealthy investor who’s gained a frankly ridiculous amount of credits from backing a series of Spice mining projects on Kessel. Vidarr isn’t actually involved in the day to day operations of the creation of the drug directly (and thank the Force for that, because Cody couldn’t realistically describe the process if there was a blaster to his head), though he has his fingers in many metaphorical pies of Kessel’s ‘industry’, if one can call it that.

Vidarr is ruthlessly efficient, cutthroat, and has more money invested in the black market than Cody has ever seen in his entire life.

His favourite colour, the document notes, is brown.

They’re hoping that, due to the planet they’re travelling to not having seen hide nor hair of the war as of yet, Cody can blend in as a regular human without issue. If he were to be clocked as a clone however, he and Obi-Wan have come up with a story that fits. A benefit of their cover is that if any clone were to defect from the GAR, Kessel would likely be a decent option for them to run to, due to its relative distance from the war and the objective difficulty in getting to the planet. It would be easier if he didn’t have to out himself, but it never hurts to be prepared.

The Commander is about three cafs into his nighttime research, and is showing no sign of slowing, currently skimming through a holonet article about Kessel’s southern equator. He’s trying to take notes on as many details as possible about the habitable section of the planet: the names of local wildlife, parks, various points of interest… It’s unlikely that anyone would want to talk to him about the geography of the local rivers, admittedly, but what if he’s caught out unexpectedly?

No, Cody reasons to himself, taking another gulp of caf. Not worth the risk. He’ll just have to memorise the relative locations of every tributary and estuary in the local area that Vidarr is from. It’s the only way he can walk into this prepared.

It’s even later when his chrono beeps at him for attention. His eyes have been struggling to focus on the various screens for too long to ignore, and Cody’s attention turns to the empty notepad page to his right. The one that’s been staring him down all evening.

He narrows his eyes at it, sizing the offending object up. One moment passes, then another. The man groans, running a tired hand over his face and silencing his alarm. He may as well get this over with.

He returns his datapad to the page about their aliases, scrolling until he hits the ‘marriage and relationship’ section. Cody pulls the notepad over, reluctantly beginning to scribble down some bullet points.

Renne Emerin, née Cardall, met Vidarr at a soiree attended by a handful of various small-time investors for the Pyke Syndicate, and the two began courting not long after. Three years into their relationship, they got engaged. A further year, and the two were married. This little trip together is a celebration for their second wedding anniversary.

They have a bonded pair of tookas. They’re considering adopting a child. They’re a regular, normal couple in love.

Cody turns off the datapad, pinching the bridge of his nose with a sigh.

For the life of him, he doesn’t know why he feels such a mental block in regards to… all of this. Obi-Wan had been incredibly accommodating - between them, they’d laid out expectations, negotiated how they were going to approach this, and the Jedi had promised to not push too hard in the name of making a good cover (though Cody had insisted he not hold back on his account - he’d be damned if his own incompetence compromised a mission).

And yet… The anxious feeling persists. It’s subtler now at least, having spent the last week preparing and researching, but it remains under his skin, simmering away.

It worsens when he thinks of the marriage they’ll have to upkeep.

His chrono beeps a second time, a harsh, needy trill that tells him he really ought to be getting to bed now. Cody grumbles to himself, turning the blasted alarm off again, before finally flopping down in his bed and flicking off the light to his room.

It’ll be fine, he thinks wearily, forcing himself to take a deep breath and settle his mind.

If there’s one thing he trusts implicitly in this Galaxy, it’s that Obi-Wan will have his back. Discomfort be damned, they’ll get through this in one piece. Soon enough, this’ll just be a funny story to tell when sufficiently drunk.

Clinging onto that thought like it holds the last vestiges of his sanity, Cody drifts into a fitful but desperately needed sleep.

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The Commander wakes early, exactly as he was trained. A fast shower, an efficient shave, and his bed made neatly behind him as he dresses.

At 0600 hours exactly, he leaves his quarters, fully clad in his newly issued armour - shiny, pristine, bright white plastoid that catches in the harsh, fluorescent lighting lining the hallways of the Venator. He is precisely as he should be: the perfect example of what the Kaminoans created.

When he reaches the briefing room, he raps his gloved knuckles against the door once, twice. Cody feels confident as he waits - every single choice he makes matters today, and a good first impression is vital. Yes, he thinks, mulling it over in his mind: a single knock would have been insufficient, and three would be bordering on informal. Two was the right answer, Commander. Good work.

It takes precisely six seconds for the door to slide open, revealing the Jedi he had met briefly before in holocalls, though never face to face. The Jedi he’s going to dedicate his life to.

Auburn hair catches the light, and clean, cream coloured robes settle tidily about his form. Curious eyes settle on him, inspecting the clone likely as much as the clone is analysing the Jedi. Cody is quietly grateful for his helmet giving him the tactical upper hand in this endeavour.

The blue of the Jedi’s eyes reminds him of the Kaminoan ocean, though he’s unsure whether or not that association is a good or a bad one. The man in front of him looks methodically put together, neat and organised, as a member of the famed Jetii should be… Perhaps a little tired, though, as the faint bags under his eyes might indicate.

Cody decides it doesn’t matter. It’s surely just a sign of his new General’s commitment to his work ethic that he would stay up late to prepare for today. Something they’ll have in common, then.

The Commander’s back is, naturally, ramrod-straight as he salutes sharply, his voice strong and even as he speaks.

“CC-2224, sir. Ready for our briefing.” He knows the Jedi should have remembered his designation number from their fleeting introductions over holocall, but it never hurts to be cautious. The man has a lot to familiarise himself with over the coming days, after all. It wouldn’t be a slight if it took him a while to remember something so small.

General Kenobi pauses at that, before offering a small, if hesitant smile. It doesn’t reach his eyes.

“Of course.” He steps aside, allowing the clone entry into the meeting room. It’s a tidy, organised space, yet something about it is almost eerie in its quietude. Cody’s eyes sweep over neat stacks of datapads and consoles with no fingerprints yet on their keyboards, no dust yet accumulated on the cables filling the room. A tactical space, ready to handle and catalogue so much violence and death - years of it, more.

And yet it is, at present, still and empty. Lying in eager wait for the blood to start spilling, to see the use it has been designed for. Today, the Commander supposes, is the day.

The General sweeps through the room, posture so exact that it almost makes him look as if he’s gliding rather than walking. He sets up the holotable at the centre of the room, watching as the agenda for the day flickers into being, a list nearly a mile long. General Kenobi scans over the file with a quiet sigh, before he glances over to meet the other man’s gaze.

“Would you care for a cup of caf? I quite find I struggle to focus so early on in the day.”

The Jedi’s voice is gentle, softened at the edges with tiredness - not at all the tone the soldier is used to from authority. Cody frowns to himself. And he’s… Offering him caf. Not an order or command. An unexpected start to their working relationship.

Part of him can’t help but think it could be a trap. A test of how much he’d be willing to take from him, perhaps. A measure of his discipline?

Kenobi looks progressively more awkward as time presses on. He speaks up again, evidently trying to search for any hint of emotion in the clone’s expressionless helmet and drawing a blank.

“Or… Tea?” he tries, tilting his head a little. “I can make tea instead, if that’s more to your liking.”

The Commander hesitates, trying to figure out the right answer to this puzzle in front of him. Would it offend the General if he said no? Could he say no, if he wanted to? How much of a choice does he get here?

Regardless, he can tell his prolonged silence is unnerving his new General, and the last thing he wants is to make a bad impression.

“Caf… Caf is fine, sir. Thank you.”

That, at least, seems to placate the Jedi. He smiles, a little more sincerely this time, before disappearing off to the corner of the room and busying himself with making some drinks.

Cody takes the opportunity to get a headstart on the agenda for their first day, looking over the list at the holotable with a critical eye. There’s much to do, and he’s anxious to get to it and prove himself.

“Right,” Kenobi begins as he returns, passing a steaming mug to Cody before sipping at his own. “Let us get started, hm?”

The briefing is quick, and efficient. They move through all the matters of the day - introductory training with the men, preparations to oversee supply requisitioning, and early drafts of strategy for the 212th’s first upcoming mission in the field together.

The caf is nicer than he expected.

“Before we go, Commander,” Kenobi says as the two turn to leave for the first training, his tone thoughtful. He looks to the clone in front of him, folding his hands into the sleeves of his robes. “I was wondering if I could have your name.”

… What?

“My… Designation number, sir?” He asks, with a little uncertainty. The Jedi’s mouth twitches - not quite a frown, but something close to it. He attempts to disguise it by passing a hand over his beard. Cody tenses instinctively.

“No, you greeted me with that when you first came in,” he reminds him, voice gentle. “I meant your name. Your actual one.”

CC-2224 glitches.

He’s not sure how long he just stares at the General, but it’s long enough to prompt Kenobi to speak again.

“... If that would be alright?”

No, no it would be decidedly not alright. This is against everything the Commander was expecting, everything he’s spent his whole life preparing for. He’s almost indignant at the impropriety. As he continues to hesitate, a flash of something like worry flashes across Obi-Wan’s face, followed by a sheepishness unbefitting of someone of his station.

He raises his hand, cutting off Cody as he finally opens his mouth to answer.

“No, no, I apologise, Commander,” he says quickly, sounding a little ashamed. “Names are… important to your brothers, aren’t they?”

At Cody’s stupefied nod, he continues on.

“I should not have asked something so personal of you,” the Jedi murmurs, bowing his head briefly in apology. “Forgive me.”

The Commander doesn’t quite know what to do with that. A brief mumble of ‘it’s alright, sir’, and an evening spent puzzling out who, exactly, his new General is, will have to do.

That night, Cody finds himself staring up at the ceiling as he tries to find sleep.

Perhaps the Kaminoans were wrong about the Jetii. About what would be expected of them. But then, if that’s true, then what else were they wrong about?

It’s an unnerving thought, and it’s one that plagues him for the coming weeks.

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In the half-light of the ship’s artificial morning, Cody stares down his reflection in the mirror, wrinkling his nose slightly as he tugs a battle-worn comb through his hair, gently teasing the curls apart. He glances back down to the holonet vid he found, the projector balancing precariously on the edge of the sink. Making a swiping gesture in the air with his free hand, he winds back the video yet another time. The helpful, yet slightly too-fast-speaking Kiffar woman in the vid enthusiastically explains how to loosen one’s curl pattern, and Cody repeats the actions she demonstrates, his brow knitting together unconsciously as he focuses.

The 212th doesn’t exactly have access to the myriad of supplies the vid-blogger eagerly shows the camera, but Cody’s scoured the supply shipments to source some decent enough conditioner - combined with the comb with a handful of missing teeth that he’d uncovered earlier in his room, they’ll have to do. The steam from the shower he’d taken minutes earlier permeates the room, and Cody has to pause in his delicate work every few minutes to wipe down the mirror.

He continues working methodically from the ends of the strands up to his scalp, becoming progressively less clumsy with the action as he goes. It’s strangely meditative, though it helps that his attention on this is effectively holding off the nervousness that the mission ahead of him today brings.

By the time he finishes up, the Commander just… stares at himself for a long moment, noting the unfamiliar sensation of his still-damp hair falling a short way across his face. It’ll need to be slicked back, certainly, but it looks… Fine. Not like him, though. Not at all.

It’s a funny thing, that sensation that other sentients would refer to as not recognising yourself in the mirror. When your face is the same as millions of others, it’s more like seeing another one of the vode. One with that same scar across the temple and with considerably less sternness about adhering to the GAR’s hair-length regs, clearly.

Cody sighs, gesturing to power down the holoprojector, finishing towelling himself off and finally heading out of the ‘fresher to get ready for the day. Regardless of his feelings on the subject, it’ll help him blend in better as a deserter, so longer hair it is.

Longer hair and an almost merc-like uniform, according to the tailored cloak and boots that wait for him in his room. Cody grimaces.

He just hopes that if Waxer or Boil see him, they’ll keep their mouths shut.

By some mercy of the fates, he’s able to steal through the Venator and make it up to the docking bays without catching the eye of any of his men (mostly, at least; he’d brushed past Helix outside the medbay but the medic hadn’t even looked up from his work).

He jogs up the ramp to the ship to join his Jedi - already waiting for him and re-reading today’s mission details with a mug in hand, of course.

Cody spots the second mug of caf that Obi-Wan had prepared sitting over on one of the consoles and beelines for it, already knowing he’ll be needing all the stimulants he can get his hands on to feel at all ready for today.

“Ah, Commander, I was wondering when you were going to–” Obi-Wan starts, but the comment dies on his tongue. Cody glances over to see his normally so eloquent General taking a moment before finishing his sentence, his friend’s gaze flicking briefly over his appearance. The Commander raises a questioning brow, and Obi-Wan clears his throat quietly, before offering Cody a slightly short nod.

“... When you were going to arrive.” His eyes linger for a moment, uncharacteristically unsure of himself, before he turns away, busying himself by inputting the coordinates into the console. “The hair suits you, by the way.”

Cody feels strangely warm at the compliment, self-consciously reaching up to push back some of the strands.

“I’ve written up some of the boys for shorter,” he comments dryly, stepping up alongside the Jedi and taking a sip of his caf. Obi-Wan snorts in quiet amusement, giving him a sidelong glance.

“I’m sure.”

A calm silence briefly blankets them as the ship’s autopilot gets them away from the Venator and into the familiar black ocean of space, and Cody feels some of his tension ease. Of course it feels normal. He was a fool to think that this would feel any different to their usual missions.

His eyes idly track the various indicators that display the wellbeing of the ship as he exhales slowly, lips curling up into something more reminiscent of a grimace than a smile - but nonetheless, he tries.

“You feeling ready for this?” he asks, feeling selfishly a little comforted by the thoughtful hum he gets in response. That’s a ‘not quite’ from the Jedi, and it at least means they’ll be walking into this together with some uncertainty. Cody hates feeling like he’s on the back foot.

“You can never be too ready for an undercover mission,” Obi-Wan says evenly, staring out ahead of them as the ship prepares to enter hyperspace. His fingers tap idly against his mug. “It always comes down to improvisation. A slip of the tongue here, an unexpected question there,” he murmurs. Catching Cody’s eye, the ghost of a smirk flits across his features. “... Not to worry you, of course.”

“Mm, right. You’d never do anything to cause me worry,” Cody quips, settling down into the pilot chair and buckling himself in. Obi-Wan follows suit, nodding serenely.

“It definitely hasn’t happened before, no.”

The trip through hyperspace is largely uneventful, the two falling into a companionable silence. As his thoughts stray to the mission ahead a little way into the flight, Cody realises his mind must feel a little frayed through the Force, because Obi-Wan turns to give him the look.

‘The Look’ is something scrutinising that happens whenever the Commander hasn’t quite managed to maintain his mental shields enough to conceal his emotions in a time of stress - the Jedi Order had, en masse, taught the vode how to do it in the early days of their partnership, in the interest of maintaining privacy for the troops, and as a gesture of goodwill. Cody does it well, for the most part, though it’s harder for him with Obi-Wan than with others, he finds. The man always seems to be able to see right through him.

“You’re still anxious.” It’s more of a statement than a question, and Cody wishes, not for the first time, that the General wouldn’t draw attention to his vulnerability like this. He levels Obi-Wan with a frustrated look of his own, brows knitting into a frown.

“It’s fine,” he insists. Obi-Wan looks at him flatly. Cody relents immediately, knowing that it’s useless trying to lie to any Jedi, but especially this one in particular.

He course corrects.

“It’ll be fine once we’re actually in the thick of it. It’s…” he grimaces, shaking his head slightly. “It’s the unknown of it all. At least if it’s a firefight, you can face down the enemy with a rifle.”

Obi-Wan reaches out to gently squeeze his Commander’s shoulder. The action soothes, the familiar warmth of his hand providing an anchor point of calm. “You’ll be wonderful. If I didn’t have full faith in you, I wouldn’t have asked you to join me,” he says, sincerely.

“Besides,” Obi-Wan adds, a playful glint in his eye, “if it all goes sideways, then you can happily be in your comfort zone while we blast our way out.”

A huff of amusement escapes Cody as he rolls his eyes, reaching up to cover the hand that remains on his shoulder.

“My comfort zone of keeping you from getting yourself impaled or shot? Yes, I’m unfortunately very familiar,” he mutters, exasperated yet fond.

Obi-Wan tips his head back and laughs.

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The first time he hears Obi-Wan laugh - properly laugh, not that wry chuckle he occasionally hears during briefings - it’s also the first time they’ve stayed up late together to finish up on paperwork in his quarters. Cody has been regaling him with a tale from his youth on Kamino, relating to a particularly memorable incident involving Wooley, Boil, and a few mouse droids, and Obi-Wan laughs, eyes creasing at the corners and shoulders shaking with mirth.

At this time, it’s been about six weeks since the battalion’s first deployment in the war. The group is beginning to feel less like a random selection of soldiers and more like many parts of a functioning whole. Most notably, a handful of the men have recently started on their armour decoration. After much debate back and forth about the colour they should choose to accurately represent the battalion, Crys organised a (debatably) official vote in the mess hall with swatches of the strongest contenders.

The General had politely abstained over lunch, telling the vode that it wasn’t his place to influence their choices on such matters. Waxer indignantly declared such a position as ‘fence-sitting’, and Cody had sharply warned the young trooper that if he were to accuse High Jedi General Obi-Wan Kenobi of centrist tendencies again, it would be KP duty for a month.

The vote had come out strongly in favour of a colour they’d henceforth started referring to as ‘212th gold’ - a handsome shade that glowed like the sun when caught by natural light. As his duty dictates him to show the way for his men, the Commander was among the first to adopt it, beginning with the sunburst on his chestplate. It felt right, even with those first brushstrokes, to be able to claim something as truly theirs. Cody hopes that one day, 212th gold will represent a spark of hope across the Galaxy. A mark made entirely in their name.

A little romantic of a thought, perhaps, but it brings him a spark of pride whenever he sees the newest shinies brought in, eager to earn the paint stripes they see displayed by those in command.

In these last six weeks, a considerable amount has changed for the men, and it’s been a lot of adjustment. Both Obi-Wan and the vode serving under him have had to figure out how to adapt, to work alongside each other effectively. The General is kinder, more human than the Kaminoans had warned he’d be - he watches out for them on battlefields, mourns alongside them when their brothers are lost… in turn, the vode are beginning to slowly open up, too, starting to share parts of their culture with the Jedi.

He’s even been learning to speak Mando’a, though Cody is privately grateful that he’s been able to warn the boys ahead of time to watch their tongues when the General is floating around. They mean well, but he knows what they can be like if they think no one can understand them… The last thing he wants is to have to deal with writing up half of his troops for discussing too liberally what happened during their most recent trip to 79’s.

Once Obi-Wan gathers himself again, he looks over at Cody with a thoughtful glance, his expression softened with a grin.

“It doesn’t sound altogether too dissimilar to the way we were raised in the temple, you know,” he says, “... mischief and all.”

Cody watches him from his position sat on the edge of his bed. He thinks the relaxed, genuine smile suits the other man greatly. He privately hopes he’ll get to see it again after tonight.

The Jedi hums to himself, before adopting a fond, faraway look. “All younglings can be particularly trying in large numbers, regardless of origin,” he continues, “I do not envy the crechèmasters for the duty they have to perform.”

Cody’s interest is piqued at that. The datapad in his hand is ignored for a moment, attention turned fully to the man sitting at his desk.

“You were raised communally?”

Obi-Wan nods, pausing briefly to make an amendment to the report in front of him, slender fingers moving quickly across the screen. Stars, Cody thinks to himself with a little annoyance, the man can even make paperwork look elegant.

“Yes. Well, from a certain age at least. I was brought to the Temple around age 4,” he explains. His eyes are still a little distant, lost in the memory of a happier time. “I still have a deep fondness for my crèchemates, despite… Differing opinions with a handful of them.”

Cody nods slowly, studying the Jedi for a beat.

“I get that, General,” he says, returning his attention to his datapad. “I’m the same with my batchmates. I just… Might have had more of them than you.”

“An understatement I’m sure, Commander,” Obi-Wan chuckles, before his tone turns softer, more sincere. He glances over at Cody, choosing his next words carefully.

“It seems like… A wonderful thing, the family you and the rest of the vode share.” He gives Cody a small smile, though there’s something else to it, a heaviness that settles behind his expression. “... It’s a shame that such a thing was created for the unworthy purpose of war. I can only hope that once the fighting is done, you’ll be able to thrive as all other sentients do.”

The two lapse into silence for a little while, the only sound filling the room the soft tapping of keys. Obi-Wan has spoken a little about his feelings on the war over the last handful of weeks, and to be truthful, it’s not a subject that Cody trusts himself to speak about. Neither the 212th, nor Cody himself for that matter, have been deployed for very long, and the clone doesn’t quite understand all of the weight behind his General’s words. Perhaps he will come to, in time… for better or worse.

Cody has reckoned with his own adjustments in the past few weeks. He’s found himself relaxing considerably around Obi-Wan, no longer feeling the burning need to watch himself as if his General is considering decommissioning him if he puts a foot wrong. He didn’t particularly know her, but from what the other vode say, Shaak Ti was similar back on Kamino.

It took a week and one mission in the field before Cody decided that the Jetii were not the dictators they’d expected. A further week and he was convinced they had no choice in this whole matter either, and were evidently suffering for it. Like a good Commander, he'd kept those observations to himself.

As soon as he’d allowed himself to be… Well, human, around the Jedi, he and Obi-Wan had started to become closer. Cody isn’t particularly adept at it yet, but if he finds himself arriving early to their morning briefings, he’s started making the General his tea in the way he likes it. It’s something small, but judging by the way Obi-Wan’s eyes had widened the first time he’d done it, a pleased smile crossing his face, it’s something that seemed to mean a lot to him.

They’ve become… Friends, or something approaching that, at least. It’s a thought that has him steeling himself to speak now, clearing his throat in the quiet space.

“... Cody,” he says, forcing the word to come out casually. Obi-Wan glances up again with a raised brow, a questioning look in his eyes. Cody finds it in himself to meet his General’s gaze, offering an affirmative nod. “You, uh… asked me for my chosen name, when we first met,” he explains quietly, ignoring the way his stomach wants to twist as he holds out this olive branch of trust, “it’s Cody.”

Obi-Wan’s expression goes from confusion, to surprise, to something incredibly warm.

“Cody,” he repeats softly, as if testing out the sound of it on his tongue, before giving an approving nod. A smile remains on his face even as he returns to his work. “Thank you, Cody,” he murmurs, keeping his eyes carefully trained on the datapad at his desk. The Commander is grateful for it - he feels as if the vulnerability of further eye contact might make him combust right now. “It’s a fine name. I’m honoured to know it.”

If Cody feels his heart react to the softness of his Jedi’s tone in that moment, he doesn’t mention it.

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“Mister and Mister Emerin?”

Obi-Wan and Cody share a glance at the call across the docking bays. They’ve barely been parked for a minute, and they’re already out of time.

“I suppose that’s us,” Cody says with a heavy sigh, rolling his shoulders slightly. He looks at Obi-Wan, tilting his head with a silent question of ‘ready?’ and the Jedi nods, bringing the last of the bags with him down the gangway of the ship.

A tall, pale Nautolan woman with a checklist in hand approaches, teeth flashing a perfect, artificially white smile as Obi-Wan steps forwards to shake her hand.

“Charmed,” he drawls in a smooth, Outer Rim accent, his voice low with lazily drawn out syllables - a stark contrast to the sharp, crisp Coruscanti voice that Cody’s used to hearing. Beside the Jedi, he forces on a smile.

“You’re here to check us in?” he says, hoping that his voice comes across not nearly as unsure and out of place as he feels. The Nautolan nods, making a scribble on the flimsi paper she’s carrying, pocketing it and taking the bags from the two of them without asking.

“Here, I’ll get these for you and show you to the main building. Is this your first time staying with us?”

The woman chatters away to them as they make the walk from the docking bays to the resort itself. Obi-Wan is as content to make conversation as Cody is to let him. The clone hangs back a little, taking in the planet around him. Brilliant light beams down on the building ahead, even as it nears the start of sundown, making him squint a little. It’s…

Excessive is the primary word that comes to mind.

The docking bays themselves are massive, on an elevated platform above a calm looking ocean of tropical blue. The bridge they’re now on connects to a few perfectly sculpted beaches that are teeming with people even at this hour, and more pressingly, a building the size of the damn Senate. Cody’s far from an expert on architecture, but it’s clearly a recent build - large windows and extravagant relief work carved into the stone of the imposing structure, of various people or mythological beings that Cody imagines he probably should recognise but doesn’t.

It all seems to be purpose-built with the intention of making the space feel welcoming to those in a certain tax bracket.

Cody is undeniably not part of that tax bracket.

This area of the planet itself has almost definitely gone through some extensive terraforming by the looks of things, and he feels a little dizzy as he imagines the cost - coming from a corporation, no less. Part of the background provided for this mission detailed that Miphena, the planet they’re standing on, is essentially owned by the resort managers with no government to speak of. To call it ‘bleak’ would be underselling it.

They’re ushered inside by the woman with the increasingly grating customer service voice, brought through a pristine foyer tiled with marble underfoot. Cody is sure to make a mental note of that - that’s very slippery when covered in blood, so if they’re having to fight their way out, they should find another point of exit than this one.

He continues to sweep the rest of the room with an analytical eye. The main desk could be used as cover in a pinch, though it’s not in a particularly tactical location - the presence of stairs, an elevator, and double-doors through to the main events hall makes this an undesirable position to have to defend with too many points of ambush.

… Granted, it’s exceedingly unlikely they’ll be forced to stage a firefight here, but it can’t hurt to be prepared.

The receptionist leads them up to the seventh floor (with a lot of small-talk in the elevator that feels entirely unnecessary), hands them their keys for the room, drops their bags off and thanks the two profusely for their custom before leaving them alone once more. Obi-Wan and Cody share a glance, and the former smirks.

“After you, darling husband,” Obi-Wan says easily with a flourishing bow, still holding onto the accent despite the fact it’s just the two of them. The amused gleam in the Jedi’s eye only gets stronger as Cody rolls his eyes, pushing past him to enter into the room.

Much like the exterior of the hotel, it’s certainly extravagant. A large bed takes up most of the space, crisp white sheets with elaborate gold embroidery detailing the edges, and a plush red carpet beneath it. Every surface has some form of decoration, a vase of fake flowers here, a small metal sculpture there. A fairly incomprehensible piece of abstract art hangs above the bed, though what it’s intended to represent is entirely lost on Cody.

The two share another glance, silently communicating with one another, and get to work searching the room for any listening devices.

Cody heads directly for the mirror, carefully unhooking it from the wall to see if the garish item is the result of the need to obscure a bug of some kind, or if it’s just the result of terrible taste.

Hm. Terrible taste it is.

Once they both signal the all-clear, Obi-Wan relaxes a little, setting both of their bags down on the bed.

“Well,” he says mildly, glancing around with a disapproving gaze. “It’s certainly expensive.”

Cody snorts, following his eyeline. “Just how much did the Republic spend to send us here?”

Obi-Wan peers closely at the strange painting, letting out a soft hum. “I shudder to think.” He pauses as Cody wanders over to check out the balcony. “This surely can’t be an original work,” he mutters to himself, passing a hand over his beard and frowning in thought.

Cody can’t help but glance back with a raised brow.

“... Sir,” he says, and the Jedi interrupts him with a wave of his hand, still narrowing his eyes at the artwork.

“It’s Obi-Wan when we’re alone, Cody, you know that.”

“Obi-Wan,” he starts again, amused. “Please tell me you’re not critiquing the art–”

“If it’s there, it should be there with purpose. This is soulless. It’s nothing-”

“In a resort, Obi-Wan.”

The Jedi lets out a rather contemptuous scoff, before drawing back to meet Cody’s gaze. He folds his arms, shaking his head in faux disappointment. “If you’re not the type to appreciate a critique of art, my dear, then whyever did I marry you in the first place?”

Cody lets out a long suffering sigh, not missing a beat. “I ask myself the same thing every day, darling, believe me.”

That draws a laugh from his Jedi. Cody steps out to the balcony proper as Obi-Wan begins to unpack his bag.

The sun is drawing lower on the horizon now, painting the sky in picturesque golds and oranges as people slowly move in from the beach - a steady stream of holiday-goers and families making their way back to the hotel for the evening. Cody idly watches them, leaning out over the railing as he takes in the myriad of species, genders, and ages of the people who’ve come here for an escape. One thing seems to bind them all together despite the differences - that distinct aura of wealth that seems to permeate the very air here.

He can’t really put his finger on what it is. The way they carry themselves, maybe? The sea of perfect skin and hair, the precision in which they choose to dress… It’s all fairly alien to the Commander. None of it really feels real in the way that people tend to be. Give him the flawed mess of the Lower Levels any day.

“I’m going to go for a little wander,” Obi-Wan calls through from the bedroom. “Get the lay of the land, so to speak.”

Cody turns, stepping back into the lavish room and stretching slightly. He sighs as he feels a pleasant ache in his muscles.

“I’ll probably stay in,” he yawns, “get an early night. Didn’t sleep well last rotation, and I’d prefer to feel rested for tomorrow.”

Even though he technically hasn’t been awake for all that long, Cody figures it’d be best to get started on adjusting to local time as quickly as possible. They’ll need to be up at dawn, regardless of if they’re ready for it. The Jedi hums in response, slipping on his cloak and heading to the door.

“That sounds wise. I’ll try not to return too late - if you’re already asleep, I shall endeavour to join you as quietly as possible.” His gaze falls to where Cody stands, offering a small smile. “Feel free to claim either side of the bed. Comms are on, I’ll see you in a little while.”

With that, he’s disappeared off into the night, leaving Cody with the question of whether or not he should take the floor tonight dying on his tongue.

He blinks, a little stupidly, after the now closed door. It’s as if there wasn’t even a question of whether they would be sharing the bed in the Jedi’s mind. Which… Cody supposes there shouldn’t be, really.

He and Obi-Wan have shared tents before in the field countless times, slept closely on the ground when there hasn’t been space in various quarters they’ve been given. Hells, during a mission on Mygeeto two months ago, he’d had no qualms with combining their bedrolls together for warmth.

A real bed just… feels different. Cody isn’t quite sure why.

He gives a wary sidelong glance to the offending furniture, as if expecting it to bite him. The bed, for its part, stares back at him unblinkingly, its exorbitant number of pillows providing more fuel for Cody’s growing resentment of the damn thing.

The Commander shakes his head. He’s being ridiculous. With a sigh and a mental slap upside the head, he unpacks his own bag, glancing out every now and again to the progressing sunset as he changes into his sleepclothes.

He’s almost loath to admit it, but the view is gorgeous. The twin moons slowly rise into the sky, basking the ocean in an ethereal glow. If it weren’t for the fact that he can still hear tourists partying outside, he could be tricked into actually enjoying this.

Cody sets aside the outfits he’ll need for tomorrow - something casual for the day, and something more formal for a party that’ll be occurring in the evening - before putting his suitcase down on top of Obi-Wan’s, near the door.

Sinking down into bed, he’s further frustrated to find out how comfortable it feels, reluctantly admitting to himself that perhaps the richest of the rich in the galaxy do get some things right every now and again. Rarely.

He lets out a deep exhale, pleased to find that his mind feels considerably more settled now that they’re actually here at the mission location, a little more peaceful.

It’s a relief, to be certain - Cody doesn’t really know who he is if not for the calm, collected strategist that always has an answer. His lack of certainty as of late has been… Disquieting, to say the least.

He grasps the feeling of quietude with both hands, allowing it to pull him into the alluring drift of near-sleep.

He stirs a little when he hears Obi-Wan return, the door clicking closed ever so gently. The Jedi seems to be true to his word in keeping his movements as soundless as possible-

Well, that is at least until he takes a step further into the dark room and walks directly into the suitcases in front of him, letting out a hiss of pain.

Cody can’t quite conceal his ensuing huff of amusement. Obi-Wan seems decidedly less pleased, grumbling something under his breath.

The other man pads over to the other side of the bed, and Cody hears the distinctive rustle of clothes being removed. He lets out a slow breath, ensuring to stay stock still, facing the other way. Not that he could really see what was going on even if he did roll over, but…

“Sorry. I tried.” Obi-Wan’s whisper cuts through the darkness, genuine regret in his tone.

“You’re fine. Is your foot alright?”

The Jedi huffs. “Mortally wounded, I’m afraid. Amputation likely.”

“Sorry to hear that.”

The bed dips gently behind him as Obi-Wan gets in. Cody is suddenly very grateful that everything in this hotel is oversized - it at least means they can do this without threat of the two being close enough to touch. For one long moment, he’s hyper-aware of every shift, every slight movement from his Jedi, before he forces his eyes to close.

It all falls quiet after that, apart from the gentle sound of even breaths behind him. Cody unconsciously finds himself matching them, slow inhales and exhales that serve to soothe his suddenly racing heart. He tries not to think too hard about why his heart might be racing.

Cody swallows. Thank the stars he knows how to shield, because he has no idea what Obi-Wan would say if he could sense this… Whatever it is that’s gotten into him.

With a long exhale, he uses what his General had once taught him of meditation technique to forcibly quieten his mind. He’s not allowing himself to do this. Not again.

To his immense gratitude, with a little effort (and time spent visualising the movement of the ocean outside), the calm of earlier finds its way to him once again, soothing his mind and slowing his breaths to match that of the lapping water.

As he finds himself on the precipice of sleep once more, he hears a quiet murmur from the other side of the bed.

“Goodnight, Cody.”

Cody pulls the covers up a little tighter to himself, yawning as he does so. It takes him a moment to find his voice, and when he does, it’s uncharacteristically quiet.

“Sleep well, Obi-Wan.”

(chapter 2)

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obikinbb · 6 months ago

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✨ For Your Quotesideration ✨

From 'Star Wars Jedi Quest: The Moment of Truth' by Jude Watson

"The hook in his heart seared him, and he knew it's name. It was love. The love he felt for his Master was lodged firmly within him. It was a connection that had grown from the first moment. Obi-Wan had told him that he would take him and train him. He had learned one thing about love: It was besides the point. It didn't make anything smoother, or better. Most of the time, it just complicated things."

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dumbbitchenergy17 · 2 years ago

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Clan of Three - Chapter 8

Chapter Eight: The Marshal

Plot: A Mandalorian, an infant with a history of the jedi, and a teenager with similar powers with an undiscovered lineage. An unlikely group to travel the galaxy together.

Word Count: 11.2K

Pairing: Father Figure!Din Djarin x Platonic!Teen!Reader

Warnings: fighting/violence, injuries, angst, our first fight with Din, little history time, some wholesome moments

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An industrial city filled with luxury and wealth to those that live in the safety of the rest in poverty saw the truth of this city. Crime and death lined the streets the second the street lights turned on. A man armored in the metal of his kind his helmet a signal of his kind. The Mandalorians, a small pram holding a child hovers beside him as they walk under the street lamps, and on the other side of the man an orphan of Tatooine with powers to bring any person in the galaxy to their knees.

The Mandalorian sees the wild dogs hidden within the shadows avoiding the light and stalking them waiting for them to leave the light for just a second. Arriving in front of a smaller house he raises his hand knocking and it quickly slides open revealing a dark-skinned Twi’lek.

“I’m here to see Gor Koresh.” He says and the doorman steps aside holding his hand out.

“Enjoy the fights.”

The shouts and cheers grow louder as the three enter the underground fight club, benches filled with people shouting out at the fighters, two Gamorreans wielding vibro-axes as they fight to win. The Mandalorian makes his way to the front row seeing the Abyssin he was meant to me, Gor Koresh. Sitting down in front beside him as the girl takes a seat as well.

“You know this is no place for children,” Koresh says looking at the small child in the pram before glancing over at the girl who could only look over sixteen.

“Wherever I go, they go.” The Mandalorian says and Koresh chuckles having heard the rumors. “So I’ve heard.”

“I’ve been quested to bring them to their kind. If I can locate other Mandalorians, they can help guide me. I’m told you know where to find them.” The Mandalorian states his business as Koresh watches the fight, not all interested in listening at the moment.

“It’s uncouth to talk business immediately. Just enjoy the entertainment.” He says watching the Gamorreans fighting one of them gaining the advantage as the crowd cheers, “Bah! My Gamorrean’s not doing well. Kill him! Finish him!”

Koresh glances over at Mando who wasn’t watching the fight but staring at him, “Do you gamble, Mando?”

“Not when it can be avoided.” The Mandalorian responds making the Abyssin laugh.

“Well, I’ll bet you the information you seek that this Gamorrean’s going to die within the next minute and a half. And all you have to put up in exchange is your shiny beskar armor.” He points at the one fighter that looks to be winning, the bet not in his favor.

“I’m prepared to pay you for the information. I’m not leaving my fate up to chance.” The bounty hunter retorts

“Nor am I.” A blaster fires at the one Gamorrean it falls dead the crowd is shocked many of them fleeing as blasters from Koresh’s associates come out aimed at the Mandalorian and the girl whose hand rest on her blaster. “Thank you for coming to me. Normally, I have to seek out remnants of you Mandalorians in your hidden hives to harvest your precious shiny shells. Beskar’s value continues to rise. I’ve grown quite fond of it. Give it to me now or I will peel it off your corpse.” He mocks him laughing.

“Tell me where the Mandalorians are and I’ll walk outta here without killing you.” The hunter says not caring he was at gunpoint.

“I thought you said you weren’t a gambler…” Koresh retorts reminding him of his earlier statement

“I’m not.” Whistling bird fires from his wrist temporarily blinding Koresh’s thugs. The Mandalorian pushes the child away, the pram closing protecting him as the girl throws out her hands disarming the blasters from the thugs and sending them flying back. The surviving Gamorrean lunges at Mandalorian but misses and crashes on a wooden bench. The doorman from earlier and a Zabrak man grab the Mandalorian to restrain him but he breaks free knocking one of them out the other pulls out a knife and he shoots them. The girl dodges out of the way from a knife headed towards her holding her hand up the knife freezing in place as she whips around sending the knife flying back into one of her opponents. Kicking the black curly-haired alien in the chest making him crash into the benches and she pulls out her blaster shooting him in the chest after pulling the trigger twice.

With his associates either incapacitated or killed, Koresh attempts to flee from the Mandalorian rushing up the stairs and soon the chase begins. Reaching the outside running under the streetlights when his movements are frozen in place, the girl appears in front of him holding her hand out as he is paralyzed in place. She drops her hand and a grappling line wraps around his legs knocking him to the ground. Trying to scramble forward but is dragged back by the Mandalorian who throws the wire over a lamppost hanging him upside down and tying the end on the pole as he sways upside down.

“All right, stop, stop! I’ll tell you where he is,” He begs, waving his hands out, “But you must promise that you won’t kill me.”

“I promise you will not die by my hand. Now, where is the Mandalorian you know of?” The Mandalorian agrees, stepping towards him.

Koresh groans revealing the location, “Tatooine.” The location was familiar to the girl having been raised there.

“What?” The girl speaks up for the first time,

“The Mando I know of is on Tatooine,” Koresh explains and the Mandalorian shakes his head.

“I’ve spent much time on Tatooine. I never saw a Mandalorian there.”

“My information is good, I tell you. The city of Mos Pelgo. I swear it by the Gotra.” Koresh promises the name of the town striking deep in the girl beside the bounty hunter.

“Tatooine it is, then.” The Mandalorian says turning and beginning to walk away the two children follow after him and Koresh struggles in his binds having no upper body strength to free himself.

“Wait, Mando! You can’t leave me like this. Cut me down!”

The Mandalorian glances back at him further away from the light pole, “That wasn’t part of the deal.” Firing at the light darkness covers Koresh and red eyes appear in the dark swarming their prey.

“Wait, what are you doing? Mando! I can pay! Mando! Mando!” Koresh's screams fill the air as the animals tear through him. Their destination is known…Mos Pelgo, Tatooine.

“Cinarin gar tracy’uur,” (Clean your blaster) Din calls out heading towards the cockpit the words of his creed thick on his tongue. Your travels had taken you all over the galaxy trying to find out more about the child and yourself. The information given by Moff Gideon and the Armorer had sent you in a spiral questioning your family and who you were. Din as your newly appointed father to take your mind off those very pressing thoughts began to teach you. You and the child were foundlings, they were meant to be trained until he either returned you to your kind...the Jedis if there were any around or you would come of age. You had only a year until you could decide whether to leave to live your own life or if you wanted to join the Children of the Watch. This meant you would learn of the Mandalorian’s ways, how to think like a Mandalorian, how to fight, and also how to speak.

“I don’t know what cina-ren means?” You call out your pronunciation of the word shaky, you had recognized the last words though. You had learned basic things that seemed relevant to you, blaster, knife, mainly Mando’a of weapons but the more normal words and phrases you were still learning.

“Cina-rin” He enunciates the word for you, “Cinarin means clean. You should always be checking your blaster before a mission. I saw it jammed out there.” Din says as you join him and the child in the cockpit as he puts in the coordinates to Tatooine. Your face flushes with embarrassment he had seen that.

“Fine okay I’ll cinarin it.” You say using the word in Mando’a and you see the look he gives you before facing forward.

“Mir’sheb.” (smartass) He mumbles and you look away from cleaning your blaster.

“What did you say?” You say and he doesn’t look back speaking quickly as the Crest jolt enters hyperspace, “Nothing.”

“Ner gai cuyir y/n. Ni cuy' teh Tatooine.” (My name is y/n. I am from Tatooine) Din says as he watches you try to learn the language.

“N-ner…gaai curiyr…y/n. Ni cuy’ teh Tatooine,” You stumble over some words repeating them back slowly the slight accent of Mando’a slipping away when you say ‘Tatooine’ in Basic. You groan leaning back as the child watched the two of you with interest. Maker this whole language was complicated, “Why did this language have to be so complicated, just saying a word wrong gives a whole different meaning.”

“You just need practice, you can’t just learn Mando’a in a few weeks,” Din says turning back in his seat and you continue mumbling in your seat.

“Easy for you to say you practically grew up on the language. Besides, it’s hard to learn a language when I can’t even see how I should be shaping my lips with that helmet on.” You scoff and silence fills the air knowing you hit a sensitive subject, “I’m sorry…I know how much your Creed means to you.” Din is quiet his hands clutching the controls a bit tighter hearing your comment. He couldn’t be mad at you, for learning a new language and not being able to see his face and how to correctly pronounce the words were going to be difficult. So all he could do was give his best criticism which still didn’t help but he was doing his best as well he had learned Mando’a with other foundlings so it came fast for him unlike you learning all alone.

“It’s fine…” He says looking forward as the ship jolts out of hyperspace to the desert planet before them, “It’s not easy learning a new language..and you’re doing better than most foundlings learning. Your pronunciation is better them some of the most fluent Mandalorians.” His words did cheer your guilty mood the compliment warming your chest. Din could tell it worked as he could feel the confidence and happiness radiating off you as he flew down the open dunes with the occasional Tuskan Raider as they grew close to Mos Eisley landing in Peli Motto’s hangar bay. The ramp opens up the three of you exit the ship ready for your next mission as the pit droids scamper to the ship and you hear the female’s voice

“All right. Hey, hey, hey! Sorry, gang. Come on. You know he doesn’t like droids.” She scolds the droids who make sad chittering noises.

“May as well let them have at it. The Crest needs a good once-over.” Din gives them the all-clear surprise on Peli’s face.

“Oh! So he likes droids now. Well, you heard him. Give it a once-over.” She claps her hands and the pit droids run to the ship starting to work on the Crest. “I guess a lot has changed since you were last in Mos… Oh! Thank the Force! This little thing has had me worried sick. Come here, you little womp rat.” She spots the child in Din’s satchel coming forward grabbing the child and stroking his ears as the child coos,

“Looks like it remembers me. How much do you want for it? Just kidding. But not really. You know, if this thing ever divides or buds, I will gladly pay for the offspring.” The sound of air hissing and you look over seeing the droids tangled with a coil spewing out air, “Hey! Oh, jeez! Watch what you’re doing up there. He barely trusts your kind. You want to give all droids a bad name? Thank you!”

“I’m here on business. I need your help.” Din asks and Peli nods,

“Oh, then, business, you shall have. Care for me to watch this wrinkled critter while you seek out adventure?” She offers and Din refuses,

“I’ve been quested to bring them back to their kind.” Not fully explaining the history of you two. To the child, it looked like he was from a different planet, but to you, it looked like you could fit in here and you did as a child born here.

“Oh, wow,” Peli chuckles and returns the child to Din, “I can’t help you there. I’ve never seen any like it. And trust me, I’ve seen all shapes and sizes in this town.”

“A Mandalorian Armorer has set me on my path. If I can locate another of my kind, I can chart a path through the network of coverts.” Din explains as Peli thinks,

“You’ve been the only Mando here for years from what I can tell.” She says and Din nods bringing up the information you had learned from Koresh.

“Where is Mos Pelgo? I’m told there’s one there.”

“Oh. Boy, I haven’t heard that name in a while.” Peli says rubbing her chin.

“It’s not on any of the maps.” Din brings up and Peli sighs,

“Because it was wiped out by bandits. Once the Empire fell, it was a free-for-all. I didn’t dare leave the city walls. Still don’t.” You agree with her sentiments the second the empire had fallen all hell broke loose resulting in the death of your parents. You were lucky to make it out alive and soon you left the city walls traveling the dunes of the desert planet for a new life.

“Can you tell me where it used to be?”

“Depends who’s asking. You want to see it?” She says before yelling out, “R-five! Bring the map of Tatooine.” An astromech droid rolls over appearing from the office, “No, take your time. Seriously. You just can’t get good help anymore. I don’t even know who to complain to. Let’s go, let’s go. Waiting. Okay. This is a map of Tatooine before the war. You got Mos Eisley, Mos Espa, and up around this region, Mos Pelgo.” She points at the cities on the map of the planet the droid brought up before pointing to space.

“I don’t see anything,” Din says and Peli nods that being the point,

“Well, it’s there. Or at least, it used to be. Not much to speak of. It’s an old mining settlement. They’re going to see that big hunk o’ metal long before you land.”

“You still have that speeder bike?” He asks and Peli nods pointing over outside the hangar,

“Sure do. It’s a little rusty, but I got it.”

The journey to the forgotten settlement had taken them a few days, sitting behind Din as he drove with the child in the bag on the side of the bike. The winds blew across your face, using part of your cloak to protect your face from the sand from getting into your nose and mouth a pair of goggles over your eyes. The dual suns beat down on you though the wind cools you off. Nights spent around a campfire you would make or one night with having encountered Tusken Raiders before they could attack Din thankfully understood them. The night had been quite pleasant as you listen to their stories as Din translated before falling asleep under the stars. Your journey continued through open dunes or large rocky canyons, as you enter a flare desert plain further on the horizon you could see the shape of a town. Din slowly rides through the town the people making their way through the town many giving looks not expecting visitors. Their homes are practically huts as he comes up to a cantina parking the bike as the two of you get off him leaving the child in the pack. The people watch the three strangers enter their town moving to the cantina.

“Din I gotta tell you something about Mos Pelgo,” You say as he enters the cantina you following after him. The establishment is empty only a single bartender there polishing glass to get rid of the dust,

“Can this wait until after we get more information about the Mandalorian?” Din says stepping towards the counter and leaving the conversation as you sigh stepping into the cantina and removing your cloak from covering your face. The Weequay bartender looks at Din as he puts a glass down.

“Can I help you?” He says looking over Din and examining his armor.

“I’m looking for a Mandalorian.” He asks and the bartender gives him a look,

“Well, we don’t get many visitors in these parts. Can you describe him?”

“Someone who looks like me.”

He thinks for a bit focusing on Din before he glances past him and he looks at you his eyes widening. “Y/n…is that really you?” He says and Din looks at you.

“Taanti hey…how are you.” You greet the bartender who rounds the bar he towers over you slightly taking into your appearance with shock.

“How am I? You were the one that went missing, it’s been how long. You had the Marshal tearing apart Tatooine looking for you.” Taanti says and you wince hearing the reference to the Marshal. It had been months since you had been kidnapped and taken from here before you had met Din and this whole journey began.

“The Marshal? Kid what’s he talking about.” Din gives you a look as you open your mouth trying to explain yourself but Taanti cuts you off,

“The Marshal will be looking like you.”

“Your Marshal wears Mandalorian armor?” Din says still looking at you wanting an explanation.

“See for yourself,” Taanti says motioning at the doorway and you both turn seeing the man in a set of Mandalorian armor though scuffed and not as pristine as Din’s was. His figure cast a large shadow from the sunlight outside bleeding inside. The man you were quite familiar with, after all, he taught you everything you needed to know to protect yourself. Cobb Vanth.

“Y/n…” He whispers you can hear the shock in his voice as he steps towards you before looking past you at the other man dressed in shiny Mandalorian armor.

“What brings you here, stranger?” He says entering the cantina.

“I’ve been searching for you for many parsecs,” Din says and Cobb nods holding his hands out,

“Well, now, you found me and you returned my daughter,” You can hear Din’s neck snap over looking at you the shock clear even through the beskar helmet.

“Daughter..” Din’s voice is stiff and Cobb taps his hand on the bar,

“Yes, Weequay, two snorts of spotchka. Why don’t you join me for a drink? I hope this is a suitable reward.” He says grabbing the two cups and the bottle of spotchka. You could feel Din’s gaze burning into your skin as your gaze is glued to the ground.

“Mando-” He instantly cuts you off his voice harsh, “Gar cuyir shev'la” (You are silent) Your mouth snaps shut looking away as Cobb looks at the two of you taking a seat at one of the tables removes his helmet, and adding another shock to Din. Cobb pours himself a drink throwing it back,

“I’ve never met a real Mandalorian. Heard stories. I know you’re good at killing. And probably none too happy to see me wearing this hardware. So… I figure only one of us walking out of here. But then I see the little guy…and you got my kid…and I think, maybe I pegged you wrong.” Cobb says and you look behind and standing by close to you is the child who is looking up at you with wide eyes.

“Who are you?” Din’s voice is cold and sharp. He couldn’t believe the words coming out of this man…this fraud’s mouth. His daughter…his kid. He was your buir and you were his ad. The two of you don’t even look remotely alike and then there was you who wasn’t even trying to reject the words coming out of this man’s mouth. The rage building in his chest. His title of clan leader threaten at the thought of losing a clan member made Din sick to his stomach but also full of rage.

“I’m Cobb Vanth, Marshal of Mos Pelgo.” Cobb introduces himself with a grin.

“No who are you to her.” Din barely glances at you and you felt part of your chest strain. Cobb looks over at you, his face softening looking over you. It had been months and you had already looked so old so mature, not the scrawny kid he knew you as.

“A troublemaker I ran into years ago…took her under my wing and looked after her if she was my own. Orphan no parents so I became one for her.” Cobb explains and your gaze meets Cobb’s fatherly gaze looking at you and Din’s emotions were about to explode.

“Where did you get the armor?” Din grits his teeth as Cobb responds, “Bought it off some Jawas.”

“Hand it over.” Cobb laughs at the comment giving you a look as if he was serious but when you don’t return the sentiments he straightens up rising from his seat.

“Look, pal, I’m sure you call the shots where you come from, but ’round here, I’m the one telling folks what to do.” Cobb rests his hands on his belt and you see Din’s hand twitch beside his blaster.

“Take it off. Or I will.” Din says coldly and Cobb gives him a look.

“We gonna do this in front of the kids?”

“They’ve seen worse,” Din says glancing at the two kids and then back at Cobb.

“Right here, then?” Cobb says as a last warning his hand hovering over his blaster.

“Right here,” Din responds and you felt helpless to stop the impending fight but a tremor shakes the building stopping the potential fight. Cobb quickly walks outside the two of you following after as the klaxons blare an alarm, villagers scurry away from the sands rushing to their homes that are on platforms. Further, in the distance, you can see the sands moving as a creature you had seen before swims under the sands. The krayt dragon goes straight through the middle of the town the sands moving stray items and it disappears under the ground silence filling the air before its mouth shoots out from the ground devouring a Bantha that was drinking water from the nearby trough.

“Maybe we can work something out,” Cobb says looking over at Din who hadn’t expected the monster. The three of you walk through the street as the residents begin repairing any damage, you could feel the looks and hear the whispers as the people of Mos Pelgo recognize the girl who had been practically the daughter of their Marshal. “That creature’s been terrorizing these parts since long before Mos Pelgo was established. Thanks to this armor, I’ve been able to protect this town from bandits and Sand People. They look to me to protect ’em. But a krayt dragon is too much for me to take on alone. Help me kill it, I’ll give you the armor.” Cobb explains and Din nods wanting the armor and to get as far away from this man as possible.

“Deal. I’ll ride back to the ship, blow it out of the sand from the sky, and use the bantha as bait.” Din says and Cobb warns him

“Not so simple. The ship passes above, it senses the vibrations and stays underground. But I know where it lives.” He offers and Din looks over at you before back at Cobb,

“How far?” “Not far.”

Din, the child, and yourself grab the speeder meeting Cobb in front of his home…well yours. The memories of your years alone, two tiring years fighting to survive on this planet with only your wits. You had stumbled upon Mos Pelgo running away from a group of bandits after they caught you trying to steal in Mos Espa. You had escaped from them in the city but with nerves, you stole a speeder and drove straight into the desert. You weren’t sure if it was luck or some meaning for you to stubble upon Mos Pelgo but you had survived the vast deserts. You thought your stay here was going to be short, take some credits and food, then hotwire a speeder and be off again until you were caught by the town’s Marshal. Instead of throwing you in jail or worst, he took you under his wing, and for the first time since losing your parents, you had somewhere to call home. A roof over your head, food on the table, and someone that looked over you..and raised you to be the young woman you were now.

“Kiddo!” Cobb’s voice draws you from your thoughts and you look past Din on the bike seeing him on his modified podracer and beside him a speeder bike that was still in good condition, the same bike you had arrived in so many years ago. “Thought you might want your own ride.” Before Din could counter you’re already off his speeder moving to your own your hands lightly tracing the details. It was probably one of the other things you could call yours, it had been modified and crafted all by your own hands with the help of Cobb and the wisdom your father had told you as a child when fixing smaller droids or tech.

“You kept my bike…” You say looking at Cobb with shock and he nods as if it was obvious.

“It’s a decent speeder, wasn’t going to get rid of it when you returned.” He says and you pick on the wording at the end, he said when not if. He had faith you would come back following your disappearance. The rumble of the speeder from Din makes you look back at the intimidating Mandalorian watching the display his veins filled with disgust.

“We should go,” Cobb says and you nod slinging your leg over the speeder looking feeling familiar as you turn on the bike the engine makes a roar before growing silent with a low hum; a feature you added taking away the normally loud sound of the engine. The bike glides over the sands the dunes passing by you with a flash the wind blowing through your hair and you couldn’t wipe the grin off your face. You were ahead of Cobb and Din being told the general direction as the bike goes over a dune getting some air before hitting the ground and speeding forward. The two men hear the laughter you let out as you ride through the dunes.

“You don’t understand what it was like. The town was on its last legs. It started after we got news of the Death Star blowing up. The second one, that is. The Empire was pullin’ outta Tatooine. There was blaster fire over Mos Eisley kid lost her parents then. The occupation was over. We didn’t even have time to celebrate. That very night, the Mining Collective moved in. Power hates a vacuum and Mos Pelgo became a slave camp overnight.” Cobb says over to Din whose gaze is glued to the girl in front of him. He hadn’t known exactly how you had lost your parents but he was learning more about it. You could have only been twelve when your parents left you. “I lit out. Took what I could from the invaders. Grabbed a camtono. I had no idea it was full of silicax crystals. I guess every once in a while, both suns shine on a womp rat’s tail. I wandered for days. No food, no water. And then… I was saved. The Jawas wanted the crystals. They offered their finest in exchange. And my treasure bought me more than a full waterskin. It bought my freedom.”

Cobb speeds his speeder forward so he could match with you leaving Din behind as he thinks about what Cobb said and the new information he learned. The three of you enter a canyon riding through it when howls echo throughout the canyon making you stop the bikes. Appearing from around the bend is a pack of massiffs the dangerous hunters that can tear apart any man if they aren’t careful.

You watch Din climb off his bike stepping forward as you and Cobb pull out your blasters. He makes a growling noise similar to the massiffs as they stalk closer to the Mandalorian. “What the hell you doin’?” Cobb says as one massiff comes forward and Din strokes the head of it petting it. The shouts of Tusken Raiders as they appear as well and Din speaks Tusken to them signing as well and they respond as well. “Hey, partner, you want to tell me what’s going on?” Cobb asks and Din turns to face the two of you

“They want to kill the krayt dragon, too.”

Seated around a fire the Tuskan Raiders speak to Din as you sat by the fire with the child who watches the massiff laying in the sand beside them. One of the raiders being their chief holds outs out two black melons, you accept the drink having already tried it during your first encounter with them. While the taste wasn’t appealing it was their only source of water so you didn’t complain. Cobb on the other hand looked at the item confused.

“What am I supposed to do with this?” He says and you crack the melon open taking a sip from it the bitter taste hitting your tongue.

“You drink it.” You say and he cracks his open taking a smell leaning back in disgust holding it away from him.

“It stinks.” He says repulsed by it.

“Do you want their help?” Din says to him and Cobb is reluctant, “Not if I have to drink this.”

The Tusken chieftain speaks to Din who translates to the two of you mainly aimed at Cobb “He says your people steal their water and now you insult them by not drinking it. They know about Mos Pelgo. They know how many Sand People you killed.”

“They raided our village. I defended the town.” Cobb raises his voice and you see the Tuskens growing agitated.

“Lower your voice.” Din snaps at him.

“I knew this was a bad idea.” Cobb throws the black melon on the ground and the chief shouts at him in Tusken and you stand up as well with them.

“You’re agitating them.” “Cobb stop it.”

Cobb points at the raiders hissing at them, “These monsters can’t be reasoned with. Sit back down before I put a hole through ya! I’m not going to say it-” He pulls out his blaster as the Tuskens stand up grabbing their weapons. Flames shoot out into the air silencing them as Din turns to the chief speaking to him

“What are you telling them?” Cobb asks and you hold your arm out in front of him from attacking the Tuskens.

“Same thing I’m telling you. If we fight amongst ourselves, the monster will kill us all. Now, how do we kill it?” Din says and the tension is thick and hard for the night to continue as sleep came unease for you with the thought of another fight breaking out. At daybreak, you returned on the speeders and the Tuskens on their Banthas before you reached where the krayt dragon's cave.

Watching from a cliffside as a lone Tusken and his steed ride to the cave. You watch Din listen to the Tusken translating while he speaks, “They say it lives in there. They say it sleeps. It lives in an abandoned sarlacc pit.” He points at the mouth of the pit that is known for sarlacc to occupy.

“Lived on Tatooine my whole life. There’s no such thing as an abandoned sarlacc pit.” Cobb says looking down at the pit and shaking his head.

“There is if you eat the sarlacc,” Din says looking through his macrobinoculars before passing it to you. You watch as the lone raider ties the bantha to a stake, “They’re laying out a bantha to protect the settlement. They’ve studied its digestion cycle for generations. They feed the dragon to make it sleep longer. Watch, the dragon will appear.” Din says. Silence fills the air as the Tusken hollers out to the dragon quickly running away the ground rumbles as you watch the krayt dragon emerges from the sand expecting it to go for the sacrifice but devours the Tusken Raider leaving the bantha retreating into its cave.

You look over at the raiders who look fearful turning to Din, “They might be open to some fresh ideas.” You opine lowering the binoculars.

Drawn in the sand using rocks and bones to create a plan as the Tuskens speak to Din.

“What are the bones?” Cobb points at the very large bones.

“That’s the krayt dragon,” Din says and Cobb points over to the small little rocks beside the bone.

“And those little rocks?” “That’s us.”

Cobb shakes his head in disbelief, “It’s not to scale.”

“I think it is.” You say while you had only seen the mouth of the dragon you could only imagine how long the body was.

“Can’t be. That’s too big.” Cobb says and Din listens to the Raiders making gestures before turning back to the two of you, “It’s to scale.”

“I’ve only seen its head and neck,” Cobb says holding his hand to his head feeling faint at the thought of the large creature they would have to kill.

“It’s bigger I guessed.” You say trying to interpret the Tuskens’ plan.

“Might be time to rethink our arrangement,” Cobb says as Din listens to their plan, and with the small pebbles representing you more are added in.

“That’s more like it. Where are they getting the reinforcements?” Cobb asks and Din looks over at him, “I volunteered your village.”

The four of you ride back to Mos Pelgo Cobb unhappy to be working with the Tusken clan, “They attacked us less than a year ago. Killed half a dozen of us by the mining camp. I’d say I took down about twice as many Tuskens.”

Din looks over at Cobb as you grow closer to Mos Pelgo, “The town respects you. My guess is, they’ll listen to reason.”

“I wouldn’t be so sure.“

The empty cantina is filled with every one of Mos Pelgo, yourself, Din with the child, and Cobb standing in the front of the village. Everyone talks to themselves you can see them glance your way before the recognition crosses their face.

“This here is a Mandalorian.” Cobb calls attention to the crowd and points to Din who steps forward slightly, “You know what that means?”

“We’ve heard the stories,” Taanti speaks up,

“Then you know how good they are at killing,” Cobb says, “Now, this one’s got a problem. I got a suit o’ salvaged armor and the Mandalorian creed says it’s his to take.” The crowd murmurs not appealing that their Marshal losing his armor as Cobb continues speaking.

“But I’ve got a problem, too. A krayt dragon has been peeling off our pack animals, and sometimes, taking our mining haul with it. It’s just a matter of time before it grows tired of banthas and goes after a couple of you townsfolk, or even, so help us, the school.” The crowd grows louder at the thought of the children being hurt, “As much as I’ve grown fond of the armor, I’m even more fond of this town. The Mandalorian is willing to help us slay the leviathan in exchange for returning the armor to its ancestral owners.”

“Well, that settles it.” Someone in the crowd says having a Mandalorian help in the fight would keep their town safe.

“There’s more…” Cobb says and the people quiet down, “We can’t take on the krayt alone…and the Sand People are willing to help.”

The cantina is in an instant uproar all of them shouting insults towards the Tuskens, ”They raid our mines!” “They’re monsters!” “Over my dead body!”

“I’ve seen the size of that thing, it will swallow your entire town when the fancy hits it. You’re lucky Mos Pelgo isn’t a sand field already.” Din speaks up looking over the crowd trying to appease them, “I know these people. They are brutal. But so is the Dune Sea. They’ve survived for thousands of years in these sands and they know the krayt dragon better than anyone here. They are raiders, it’s true. But they also keep their word. We have struck a deal. If we are willing to leave them the carcass and its ichor, they will stand by our side in battle and vow never to raise a blaster against this town until one of you breaks the peace.” The crowd seems hesitant many of them are upset with the idea of partnering with the same people that would raid and have probably killed many of the people they knew.

The meeting ended with the plan for you to prepare at dawn with Tuskens and travel over to the krayt dragon’s cave. Many people went off to their own some staying behind to speak to Cobb or get a drink, but you were surprised to have many people come to you speaking to you.

“You had everyone worried sick when no one could find you, Marshal went everywhere he knew you might run off to.” Milla one of the older women of the town says cupping your face something she would do normally as she scolds you. “You look so old now, you’re not some skinny little thief from before.” She pinches your cheeks and you pull away only to be grabbed by another elder as she holds your arms out.

“Look at all these scars on you, what have you been doing with a Mandalorian?” She gives Din an accusing look from across the room and you finally free yourself.

“It’s a really long story,” You say rubbing the back of your neck and you see them giving you a look that shows they had time.

“Kid, K’olar.” (Kid, come here) You hear Din call out and you look over seeing him standing by the doorway the child in his satchel. You give a faint smile to the elders before slipping past them and coming over to Din.

“Thank the maker I was going to be with them all nigh-hey!” You yelp when he grabs your arm pulling you out of the cantina, it was less busy out here than in there allowing you privacy.

“When were you going to tell me you had somewhere to go back to?” He says and you could feel the anger coming through the modulated helmet.

“I didn’t think it was important… besides we have more pressing things to worry about than this,” You say and you can tell your words were only making him more upset.

“Not important? You have a life here! People who know you…a fath-” He cuts his words short looking away and you pick up the disgust in the word father…was he talking about Cobb?

“You mean Cobb?” You ask and he’s still, “Sure he looked after me but he wasn’t…I mean. I don’t know! Why does any of this matter?!” You throw your hands in the air, sure he took care of you after everything but could you call him your father?

“Because you already have one!” He shouts and silence fills the two of you, the child shrinking back into the satchel seeing the two of you argue. “You have a clan…you have a vod,” (brother) He points down to the child and then to himself, “You have a buir. (father) If you are meant to be Mandalorian you don’t betray your clan.”

“Who said I wanted to be a Mandalorian!” You shout and he takes a step back your words cutting through his beskar, “I had a normal life before all of this, and now I have so many responsibilities and people after me. I don’t even know who I am anymore?!”

“Everything alright.” A voice calls out and the two of you look over to make matters worse it was Cobb standing there, while he couldn’t see the expression on Din’s face he could clearly see the frustration in yours.

“Everything’s fine.” You say pushing away from Din hurrying past Cobb as well, your leg is swinging over your speeder, and before Din could realize you’re peeling away from Mos Pelgo.

“Kid!” Din starts to go after you when an arm stops him from moving forward.

“Let her go, give her time to cool off. You’ll only make things worse.” Cobb says and Din smacks away Cobb’s arm but doesn’t move to go after you only seeing her speeding off into the quickly arriving dusk.

The twin suns set behind you the stars soon appearing in the night sky as it was almost muscle memory traveling through the dunes. The winds whipping your hair back flying past creatures searching for their next meal, quick guidance with the bike through the canyons. Crossing the Mesra plateaus and entering the normally dangerous Jundland Waste the destination you were after had made the trip originally a day’s journey to a few hours. The old hut on top of the canyon came closer stopping your speeder in front of it and climbing off. The place has been abandoned for years since the destruction of the first death star, it was said when you found yourself in Mos Pelgo and words in Mos Elisey as well that a man had lived in this home. Someone from before the rise of the empire… said that he had gifts and properties that no ordinary man could do. The man who lived in this home was rumored to be a knight of the republic…sworn by his religion and oath..he was said to be a Jedi.

You had heard rumors about the jedi from what Cobb and anyone at Mos Pelgo could tell you and the fact that Luke Skywalker was a jedi as well from Tatooine it was only a coincidence that this other jedi was on Tatooine. Cobb had learned of your gifts a few months into meeting him, you had expected him to turn you in or something worse. However, he taught you many things, to hunt, to fight, and just like your father made you keep your gifts a secret. You learned many things about what you were, the jedi and sith, the force, and the republic from him. When you learned the news about this rumored jedi that lived out in the Jundland you had begged Cobb to take you there, but he refused. The area begin dangerous for someone your age and he was Marshal as well, he couldn’t just leave to go searching for a man’s home that probably didn’t exist. You were determined to find it, taking your speeder leaving in the night taking the directions of what the locals said it was meant to be. Any normal person would have gotten lost or worse killed, but you had to thank that feeling for reaching out to guide you until just as you had now stumbled upon the old hut on top of the canyon.

Pushing the door a loud creak from the rusted metal as you slip inside, the lanterns you had left spread across the home, lighting one of them moving around to give light to the whole home. It was small which made sense for someone living on their own. When you had first arrived you barricaded yourself inside so no raiders or creatures tried making their way inside. The place looked frozen in time objects left in place and dust covering the place. Now it had been slightly cleaned up with a small layer of dust given the fact you haven’t been back in months.

You had explored the entire place planning to stay the night before returning to Mos Pelgo, you had expected something more exciting but it just looked like a regular home. It wasn’t until you stumbled across a trapdoor hidden underneath a rug you opened it though struggled at first prying the heavy metal door up. Dust floats in the air the light catching it as you climb down taking in the cellar. There were the normal things, storage of items, the power generator, and a tank for the water but in the corner a large workbench with a chest beside it. Painted with dust your fingers wiped away to reveal the text written in basic and other older languages. Records and personal entries of the Jedi, of their history of them, to the time of the republic and the galactic wars. It was all in the books that you scoured over trying to understand all its histories and secrets and one of the books taught you of certain arts. The light and dark…the jedi and sith..the ways of the force.

That night you created the weapon of the jedi.

The texts this jedi had left to either return to but never did or for someone else to find, taught the ways and the tradition of building their weapon, to create a lightsaber. The chest beside the workbench contained everything the texts described as the ‘parts’ you would need to create your saber. The idea that each lightsaber for the jedi was custom and made by the user made the connection between saber and user even stronger. Finding more lanterns in the cellar to light up the workbench as you spent your night there working. You thought you had an idea what you were doing the instructions in the book beside you as you fused wires, creating the hilt, everything that would be needed. You had almost blown yourself up multiple times with the power cells and other parts but the saber was complete but one aspect was missing. The saber was only a weapon with a crystal inside, said to be a kyber crystal attuned to the force that with the proper energy can power the saber. You felt like a complete idiot, you went through all this for you to not have a crystal. Tossing the incomplete saber back on the table it knocks against your bag and out rolling a small pearl falling off the table. The pearl floats in mid-air your hand held out and the white pearl glows shifting color as you put it back on the table. Grabbing the pearl and examining the shifting in colors, you were gifted the krayt dragon pearl as a gift from Cobb for your fifteen birthday. It shines different colors before staying an orange shimmer. Looking back at texts reading the principles of the kyber crystal you thought ‘why the hell not’ and place the pearl inside the crystal chamber.

The saber is complete after working through the nights and falling asleep at some points. Standing up you hold the saber in your hands your fingers moving to the activator when the sound of a speeder comes from overhead. You freeze hearing the bike stop just outside the home. Leaving the cellar covering the trapdoor and you hear the sound of footsteps drawing closer to the door. You had nothing on you to defend yourself except a small knife and the saber that you weren’t sure was going to work. You weren’t given time to come up with a plan as the door opens and you activated the blade a large howling sound emitted from the blade as you hold it out to your enemy. Both you and Cobb were shocked at the appearance of each other, you weren’t expecting him here you thought it was raiders or tuskens and or Cobb he wasn’t expecting you holding the glowing orange saber pointed at him.

That had been 3 years ago and that secret had been kept between the two of you, you spent any free time returning to this hut to learn more about the Jedi and to practice with your saber. You felt safer keeping the objects here than in Mos Pelgo where they could be discovered or stolen by raiders. Opening the trapdoor and dropping down your lantern lighted the room and the workbench had been relatively clean except for dust. Moving towards the large metal chest you hold your hand out and it’s moving to the side and hidden in the wall is a small box. Kneeling grabbing the box you lean against the table opening it. Inside holding the books you had kept from and underneath an object wrapped in cloth. Pulling out the object and leaving the books in the box unwrapping it. The weapon looked as pristine as it did when you first constructed it, the open view of the pearl as it shimmers orange under the lantern. It melds in your hand, the weight distribution, and style exactly how you preferred. The saber and its user…perfect for one another.

The blade makes a howling sound igniting the orange blade it highlights your face. A low humming sound fills the air before you feel the presence of someone with you.

“y/n…” A voice whispers out and you whip around to the sound blade held out in front of you looking into the darkness to find no one there. “These are your first steps.” The voice echoes out in the room and you look around trying to find a ghost coming up empty. The blade retreats into the hilt and you clip it to your belt, grabbing the box holding the texts and the lantern going over to the ladder, glancing at the workshop before climbing out of the cellar and leaving the home putting the box in the bag attached to your speeder you climb on setting off back to Mos Pelgo. The home goes out of view as the ghost of a man watches the speeder fade over the horizon he crosses his arms his robes flowing with his movements as he turns disappearing into the hut.

The moon was high in the sky it was late at night when you return to Mos Pelgo your speeder quietly cruising through the town before you park the bike in front of Cobb’s home. Avoiding the main door moving to the back of the home finding the window cracked open as you push it further, tossing your bag inside you climb inside landing on the ground silently. Your room was in the same condition as you left it that night. Your few extra clothes lay on the dresser your bed unmade but it looked like an ordinary room, nothing of your items left. You didn’t have anything to call your own, except what you had on your body or in the bag. The sound of footsteps makes you freeze until you hear a voice,

“You should get some rest Mando, Y/n is fine where she at,” Cobb says and your heart cracks slightly. You had been gone for hours and while you expected everyone to be asleep he was still awake. Your mind goes back to the fight and the words spoken on each side.

“I’m fine worry about yourself.” Din spits back and you move closer to your door pressing your ear against it. You hear Cobb step away moving towards his own room but pausing turning back.

“You care about her deeply I can see that…” Cobb speaks up and Din makes no response, “I care about her too…but she deserves a life outside of this. But I’m not the person who can provide a better chance for her…she’s someone special.” It’s quiet outside and you hear Cobb says his farewell retreating to his room you step away from the door sitting down on your bed.

You are far more important to me than anything in the galaxy. I know more about you than you know about yourself…you have a much more important role in this than you think you do. Information I know about you…your family…your bloodline can shift the roles. That can alter your dear Mandalorian’s Creed.

Tatooine may be where you were born but your blood, that is not. Features old but familiar…qualities of those from Mandalore.

Their words ring deeply in your head. What about your past made you so important? Sure you were force-sensitive but that was it, what were you that made you so important to Moff Gideon? Then there were the Armorer’s words, not a child of Tatooine but features of someone from Mandalore. You had no way to understand this information and you had no one to ask about your family, except Moff Gideon and you weren’t going anywhere near him.

Those thoughts plagued your mind until sleep pulled you under and your thoughts went silent. Dawn came quickly the sound of people outside woke you up. Sitting up in bed you rub the sleep out of your eyes and you hear shouts and the distinctive language that is the Tuskens. Looking out into the hall seeing neither Din nor Cobb in the home you go to the fresher doing your business and fixing yourself up. Returning to the room you grab your bag slinging it over your shoulder, holstering your knife and blaster you see your saber resting on the small table beside your bed. Clipping it to your belt you move out of the house seeing the people of Mos Pelgo moving munitions and explosives to the Tuskens who were strapping them to Banthas.

Din and Cobb stand watching the interaction of the people and the raiders, it was tense between them all. Both sides have lost people to each other so working together would be hard.

“Think it’ll work?” Cobb asks looking over at Din who scans the area.

“It better,” Din says watching one resident passing a shell to a raider, “Joining forces is their only hope.” They see the raider’s grasp on the explosive slip it hitting the sand.

“Hey! What are you doin’? That’s explosive. Are you trying to blow the whole place up?” The man yells at the Tusken who makes a response back that angers the villager more, “What? Is that what you want?”

Din and Cobb move to diffuse the situation when they see you slip in between the two arguing people. “Take it easy. It was an accident, okay?” You say looking at the villager before turning to the Tusken, “I’m sorry for him.” You sign very shaky Tusken but it seems it understands grunting before grabbing the shell. You can feel stares on your back you look back to see Din and Cobb watching you before you move to grab your speeder.

After loading the weapons you all with the Tusken Raiders and townsfolk travel towards the cave of the krayt dragon. Reaching the ridge that overlooks the cave, you all watch as a lone Raider moves towards the cave stopping and kneeling resting his hand against the sand before turning signing to the chieftain who speaks to Din.

“What’d he say?” Cobb asks as Din translate.

“He says it’s sleeping. If we listen carefully, we can hear it breathing.” While everyone tries listening in you could feel the vibrations of the ground deep in the sands rumble with each inhale and exhale it takes. Din signs to the Tuskens before facing you all. “Let’s get to work.” The Tuskens and townsfolk start working on the plan while the three of you with the chief watch, the child resting in the bag on Din’s speeder.

“The Tuskens say the belly is the only weak spot, so we have to hit it from below. First, we bury the charges at the opening of the cave. Then, we wake it up. We have to get it angry enough to charge. Once it’s far enough out and the belly is above the explosives, you hit the detonator.” Din says pointing out at the large horseshoe-shaped pit they dug out that was going to be filled with enough explosives that should kill it off. Jo comes over to Cobb handing off the detonator,

“Careful, Marshal.” She says and Cobb nods accepting the device, “Thank you, Jo. And you stay safe.”

The townsfolk and Raiders stand in the open sands at the cave their weapons and defense ready while you, Cobb, Din, and the child watch from the ridge.

Three Tuskens approach the cave the tension high as they make war cries summoning the dragon to awaken. They quickly flee the cave as the ground begins to shake underneath you all and appearing from the sand is the krayt dragon it lets out a roar rushing forward to attack. The Tuskens fire their ballistae which pierces the krayt’s hide but it’s no use as it begins to retreat into the cave.

“Dank farrik, it’s going back in. It’s retreating.” Din says as the Tusken tries pulling the creature further out to no avail.

“I’m going to hit it.” Cobb’s finger rest above the large button and Din shakes his head,

“No, wait. We only have one shot. We’ve gotta get it out.” The townsfolk and Tusken fire their blasters and hurl objects in an effort to lure the creature out. The raiders pull on the ropes to further bring the beast out when it roars vomit spewing from its mouth and you watch as it hits the raiders their bodies burning from the acid killing them.

“Now?” Cobb asks as the people of his town and the raiders run away as the krayt begins advancing further out.

“Not yet. It’s gotta come out further. Almost, almost.” The creature moves further out before being right above the explosives, “Now!”

Cobb ignites the explosives a loud explosion fills the air as the krayt dragon falls back into the sands it grows quiet as the settlers and Tusken approach the blast site to find the remains.

“I don’t think it’s dead.” You call out when nothing appears to be dead,

“Me either,” Din says as a large tremor shakes the sands and emerges from the top of a hill the rocks destroyed falling as it roars spewing more vomit on the Tuskens and settlers.

“It’s picking us off like womp rats. Let’s get after it!” Cobb says moving to his speeder grabbing his helmet and his blaster while Din grabs his rifle.

“Din!” “You stay with the child.” Din points at you quickly taking off with Cobb towards the mountaintop. Looking through the binoculars seeing the two of them shooting at the creature narrowly missing and consuming them as they fly back down onto the sands with the villages.

“This ain’t doing a thing!” Cobb says as they look around for the krayt that disappeared back into the mountain. The creature appears from the sand the two of them shoot at it,

“Just keep shooting. There he is.” Din says firing his rifle reloading and looking over at Cobb, “I’ve got an idea. Get its attention.”

His viewfinder drops in front of his helmet as he aims to fire a rocket it flies hitting the creature in the eye it screeches before turning and heading straight towards them. “I got its attention! Now what?”

The sound of a speeder kicks the sand up as you slide off it letting it rush forward the bike explodes in the creature’s face making it screech louder moving towards you faster.

“Kid!” Din yells his orders for you to stay with the child quickly thrown out the window.

“I’m not just standing aside while you fight this thing,” You yell looking over at Cobb and Din, “Cobb you still have that detonator?” You say coming up with a very shitty plan.

“Take it! What’s the plan?” Cobb passes it to you as you clip it onto your belt, you pull out your blaster firing at Cobb’s jetpack while holding your hand out. Cobb is sent flying into the air as Din’s rifle rips out of his hands into yours.

“Kid?!” “Ni'm Ni ceta Din.” (I’m sorry Din) You say shoving your hand out and his jetpack malfunctions sending him up into the air as well. Flipping the switch arming the explosives on the bantha steed that was tied up. The stake pulls from the sand and you hold your hand out holding the rope from letting the bantha from escaping as the creature draws closer.

Din and Cobb crash into the sand both of them standing quickly looking over right at the moment the krayt dragon swallows you and the Bantha whole disappearing underground.

“Y/n!” “Kid!” Both men scream out as silence fills the air. Din felt his heart get torn out and obliterated in front of him. He still couldn’t process how quickly you have been ripped away from him.

The settlers and raiders look around shocked at what they just witnessed when a small rumble vibrates the sands as the fight is not over when the krayt rips through the sand high in the air and it lets out a screech, appearing from the mouth you’re holding Din’s rifle electrocuting the monster as you sling the rifle onto your back, running up the practically vertical incline you throw yourself out of the mouth slamming your hand against the detonator. A large explosion underground sends a massive earthquake through the sands and rocks as the dragon explodes. You pull your saber from your belt igniting it and digging into the rocks as you slide down the rock it slows your rapid descent down the mountainside. You hit the ground rolling to release the momentum as you stand saber held out in front of you, as you’re covered in the green saliva that sticks to your body. A pin could drop as they look at this girl who finished off the krayt dragon but what drew all their attention even Din’s was the glowing saber in your hand.

The thought quickly left the rest of their minds as the townsfolk and Tuskens cheer, shout and war cries over the victory as you wipe the saliva from your face flicking your hand to the ground. Cobb and Din come over to you as the Tuskens make quickly work beginning to carve the creature for the meat and other resources. You lower the saber it retracting into the hilt as you clip it onto your belt. Din steps forward and you already start apologizing,

“I know I shouldn’t have done that but there was no time to explai-” You’re cut out and pulled into his chest as he holds your head close to his chest not caring the saliva was getting on him. This surprises you and Cobb as well who feels like he’s intruding on a moment. Din felt his breath stolen from him and quickly given back that he wasn’t sure how he was standing. You were real…you were in front of him.

“Ni vor entye gota'la par ner ad's oyay” Din mumbles so quickly that you could barely pick up any of the words he rushed in Mando’a. Din holds one hand on your upper back the other clutched within your hair though it doesn’t hurt you. You had expected him to be yelling at you scolding you for your actions but here he was hugging you as if his life depended on it. He pulls away holding your face quickly scanning over for any injuries. “Are you hurt, are you alright? Kid!” His voice shakes you out of your thoughts and you nod and his shoulders sag in relief.

“I thought you would be mad..?” You say.

“I’m more glad that you’re alright to be mad at you right now.” He says and you nod, you would get that scolding later but right now he was still riding that adrenaline of seeing you safe. He looks down at your belt and you follow knowing he was looking at the saber. You pull it off your belt holding it between the two of you, “I’ve never seen anything like it.” He says and you let him hold the saber looking over the details and seeing the open chamber showing the pearl inside.

“That’s a..”

“Krayt Dragon Pearl…yeah,” You whisper as he returns the saber to you, “I’m sorry about everything I said yesterday. I should have just told you everything from the beginning-”

“It’s fine kid,” He holds your arm making you look up at him, “What matters is that you’re alright.” You nod and he pulls you into his side the two of you watching the Raiders dig through the dragon before pulling out a similar pearl though this one is much bigger, almost the size of your head. Din could finally settle his rapid beating heart knowing you were safe back with him again.

Din places a large block of meat onto the side of the speeder bike the child eyeing a hunk of meat with hungry eyes. You stand beside Cobb who is stripped of the armor that is tied to the speeder.

“Sorry, I didn’t have time to explain.” You say and Cobb shakes his head resting a hand on your shoulder though quickly removes it feeling the saliva that coats you.

“It was risky, you’re lucky you made it out alive.” He says and you nod watching Din strap the final things to the speeder. “Well, I guess this is it…” He says and you turn to look at him.

“You think I was going to make you stay at Mos Pelgo? You got a larger purpose than that kiddo. And I’m sure you have someone who is going to raise you well.” He says he tried to sound strong but you could feel the hurt of knowing he was truly losing you. “You stay safe out there you hear me, Y/n.” You throw your arms around his shoulders pulling him into a tight hug which he doesn’t reject holding onto this last moment. You pull away and he swipes at your face a tear you hadn’t realized had fallen.

“Make me proud kiddo,” He says a smirk on his face and you nod moving towards the speeder as Din comes towards his side, “You keep her safe you hear me,” Cobb warns him a final warning to the Mandalorian and Din nods looking over at you smiling at the child stroking his ears.

“I always do.” He says before looking at the armor, “This was well-earned.”

Cobb nods holding his hand out, “It was my pleasure. I hope our paths cross again.”

Din accepts the hand firmly grasping it, “As do I.”

Din climbs onto the bike you following after him as Cobb watches you all, “Oh, and you tell your people I wasn’t the one that broke that.” He points at the jetpack with a grin as Din turns on the speeder. With a final wave, you’re set off riding away with Din and the child, together remaining a clan of three.

#star wars #star wars fanfiction #the mandalorian #clan of three series #din djarin x jedi!reader #din djarin x y/n #din djarin x reader #din djarin x teen!reader #mando x reader #din djarin #din djarin fanfiction

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intermundia · 1 year ago

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Other than the ROTS novel would u mind recommending any books that follow George Lucas’s themes and world building? Cause I’ve heard a lot about how some of the authors kinda end up misrepresenting the Jedi and their beliefs either due to misunderstandings or for the sake of the plot and I’m just starting off reading Star Wars novels so I’d like to stick as close to the og canon as possible before I branch out.

unfortunately the issues with the jedi are a pervasive problem, so i was having trouble coming up with a good answer beyond i guess the other prequels novelizations which are decent to start with bc they're based on the scripts lmao

SO i went up the mountain to consult the sage, and @gffa gave some great advice:

"The High Republic books are actually really pretty good about sticking close to Lucas' worldbuilding and Light of the Jedi is a GREAT place to start, Soule's writing in that book was really good.

Padawan by Kiersten White is the only book that has ever come close to dethroning the Revenge of the Sith novelization by Stover. Good worldbuilding AND Obi-Wan characterization!

If you don't mind a kids' Choose Your Own Adventure book, Choose Your Destiny: An Obi-Wan & Anakin Adventure was actually really great, it had good thematic moments, it had Anakin being an adorable disaster, and Mace Windu: Theater Nerd!

Force Collector only had the briefest of established characters, but the worldbuilding was pretty perfect for me. During the time of the sequels, a Force-sensitive young man is basically set on a quest to discover the truth about the Force and the Jedi and I like the way the Force abilities worked here A LOT.

Brotherhood is a mixed bag. It comes with some serious side-eye of the way it writes Anakin (if he's an unreliable narrator, it's a good book, if you take him seriously, fucking YIKES the way the book treats Mace), it's not actually about Obi-Wan & Anakin that much, but the Obi-Wan half of the book knocks it out of the park."

so give those a shot!! i haven't read the high republic stuff yet (obikin brainrot too strong) but i've heard very good things!! i enjoyed padawan far more than i expected to, so big plug for that.

honestly one of the worst parts about being a star wars fan is dealing with the fact that lots of the novels are unfortunately not that great at delivering the same kind of depth and magic as lucas's films, let alone his values or his worldbuilding.

imho their target audience of the novels is often older and more jaded, their authors are less familiar with or interested in jedi altruism, and the plots aren't significant enough to matter (that's the trouble with writing within a fixed larger continuity).

the result are books that are enjoyable but bland, or ones that are trying to be edgier and almost smarter-than-the-source-material, and thus veer further away from the spirit of lucas's saga. this is NOT to dissuade you from reading them!!!

obviously i enjoy them a lot, but you do kinda have to set your expectations beforehand and understand what you're getting into and what you'll get out of it haha. you're wise to start closer to canon and then branch out, so you'll be able to parse what transformations are happening.

good luck and report back! 🫡

#sw books #book recs #jedi order #sw #i wish there were more good star wars books haha #there simply aren't enough

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amarcia · 6 months ago

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hii!! do you know what book the anakin snippet is from in ur force post? :3

Of course I do!! It's from Jude Watson's Jedi Quest - The Moment of Truth, 7th book from the novel series which you are now very interested in reading.

#pspsps read Jedi Quest #ama talks

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ossidae-passeridae · 1 year ago

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dae, I am at your window with my nosed pressed against the glass for lobotomy fic and you know what they say about watersports.

Okay so you've managed to pick out both of the obikin fics from this lineup so I think you get a cookie on that basis alone actually.

"lobotomy fic" is of course My Brand, but also there's this moment in one of the Jedi Quest books (Moment of Truth iirc) where:

"The Force is so strong. I can feel it so much. I feel so much. I don't want to feel so much!" Anakin hardly recognized his voice, choked and aching. Obi-Wan looked startled at his vehemence. "Why am I chosen? Why is it me? Can't I refuse it? Can't you let me refuse it? Can't you take it away?" "Anakin — " "Take it from me. Please, Master."

Tell me that's not a padawan begging for a lobotomy! I'll wait! Obi-Wan would take care of him forever if that would help Anakin, he's that kind of guy! What am I meant to do, not write it?

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"you know what they say about watersports" - they're wet.

This one's like 50% me going 'dude where are these fics?' because in Overwatch they were everywhere? constantly? and here there's comparatively nothing and it's weird and if someone else other than you isn't gonna fill this niche then I guess I have to do it myself, and 50% a gift for someone who shall remain nameless for now.

Like all good watersports fics, it starts with a bit of boot worship +/- some cock warming, and ends with someone being pissed on. With a heavy dose of undiscussed D/s because it's them and they are genuinely incapable of doing anything else.

And bonus, a short snippet thereof:

"Hush padawan, focus." Anakin's gaze snaps back up, away from the shuttle readouts, braid curling in the hollow of his clavicle as he pants, making a choked-off sound high in his throat. Obi-Wan reaches down to scratch behind Anakin's ear, twist the length of hair around his fingers in an easy loop, feeling along every bead and tie. Anakin all but swoons towards the touch, knees splaying wide on the durasteel floor as he leans harder against Obi-Wan's leg, lips brushing the heel of his palm with every damp breath.

#dae asks #dae writes #so many wips so little time #sna your tastes remain as impeccable as ever

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comebackali · 11 months ago

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just ending with some casual wedding vows nbd

#otp: more intimate than lovers #obikin #star wars #pt #jedi quest #jedi quest the moment of truth #allie reads jedi quest #the moment of truth #sw novels #wizard

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shagpaboloutpost · 2 years ago

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on the subject of Todd’s hypothetical Jedi girlfriend (I say as though this was a topic anyone but me was thinking about in the past, like, month) she’s not very much like Todd at all

He craves a sense of normalcy and routine, and doesn’t really want to question authority because that might upset the balance of his world. The most radical act he ever does is leave the army, and that’s because the army has already upset him so thoroughly by going from the GAR to the Imperial Army, clonetrooper to stormtrooper, that there’s nothing left to cling to that feels “normal”. He might as well chase that dream of settling down and starting a family, right?

the irony is that the girl he meets is out here (who I am tentatively naming Vaia) because she spent her entire life questioning everything. She was suspicious of the war (hence leaving early enough not to know what a clone looks like), and every time someone tried to placate her or explain that there were things a newly-minted knight shouldn’t know, she got more suspicious, because why shouldn’t she know everything? (there’s. actually good reasons for that, in war, but that’s about when she’d come back with the response that Jedi shouldn’t be in war in the first place)

She always took the code very literally, though that doesn’t mean she necessarily cares to follow it, especially once she leaves the Order - the truth is that she just thinks if you’re going to live by something you have to stick to it or change it so you can, and that any amount of apparent hypocrisy deserves scrutiny. When the Empire takes over, she feels almost vindicated, or she would if she couldn’t feel the Force echoing with the sudden and extreme loss of Jedi life

She does like Todd because he seems normal, though. That’s something that connects them; she doesn’t want to wallow in self-delusion, but she does want something stable she can trust, which is part of why she always chased answers and questioned everyone. In an upended world, she’s ok with stopping her quest for hard truths and just living in the moment with somebody else who’s actually uncomplicated.

#clone medic todd #vaia the totally normal girl #todd squad #post-clone wars/imperial period #clone oc #star wars oc

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jackiestarsister · 2 years ago

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Reactions while re-watching Willow: the 1988 movie

Warning: Spoilers ahead.

~ The opening scenes and montage are intense, mythical, and beautiful, but having the title card and credits appear over them kind of takes away from the effect.

~ It’s nice to see a protagonist who has a wholesome, stable family life. Unlike many protagonists in stories made today, Willow doesn’t have any past trauma or tragedy to make him more complex. His life is simple, but rich in love. He has both needs (protecting his family, raising his crops) and wants (becoming a real sorcerer).

~ Willow encounters so many wise older people who help him on his journey—the High Aldwin, Cherlindria, and Fin Raziel—that it’s hard to pick out a single one that’s a real mentor to him. He learns most of his magic from Raziel over the course of the movie, but it’s implied that he became the High Aldwin’s apprentice afterward.

~ I’d like to know exactly how the brownies stole Elora from Madmartigan. That could have been really comedic, and also would have revealed more about his character. Did he try to protect her, or was he glad to be rid of the responsibility? It seems a little odd that he couldn’t hold on to her the first time, and yet Willow enlists his help after running into him again.

~ Similar to The Last Jedi leaving out one of the three lessons Luke promised, they cut a scene of Willow using one of the three magic acorns given to him at the start of his quest. I can see why those scenes were cut in the interest of time, but both movies might have felt more complete with that number three, which is so common in fairy tales.

~ In the same vein, Sorsha’s arc would have made more sense if they had kept the subplot about her father. His presence also might have helped to explain some of the political dynamics between Nockmaar, Tir Asleen, and Galladoorn.

~ The timeline of the last night and day of the story are kind of choppy and confusing in terms of motivation. Why wait for the night to pass before attacking, when Elora could have been killed at any moment?

~ Jean Marsh and Patricia Hayes are fantastic as old, half-crazed sorceresses.

~ I find it very interesting that the climax is centered around three women, a baby, and a diminutive man with no physical or magical powers. All the physically powerful men are fighting each other outside, and the “best swordsman” only bursts in when the danger has passed.

~ Willow using a trick rather than real power is reminiscent of many fairy tale heroes who use trickery or half-truths to win the day.

#Willow #1988 Willow #Willow 1988 #Ron Howard #Warwick Davis #fantasy film #fantasy movie

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jessepinwheel · 2 years ago

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okay it has now been like 11 months let's do this. here's dielectric bad ending if Cody didn't complete all the side quests

Niephim is a cold and lonely planet just outside the Republic border. There's very little notable about it except for its enormous granite mountains and the farmers who raise some of the rarest wools in the galaxy. It's not the kind of place anyone expects to find a highly wanted criminal, but then again, that's what makes it a good place for that.

Cody climbs the mountain slowly, listening to the crunch of gravel beneath his boots. He has no guarantee that Obi-Wan is here--the man certainly wasn't at any of the last three planets he tried, but Cody has what the Jedi might consider a feeling about this one. Step by step, he ascends the steep mountain paths worn smooth by animal herds over the years and tries not to think too hard about what happens next.

Maybe Rex is right. Maybe he's really gone around the bend now--five years of devotion to a man who had abandoned them all without so much a goodbye note. Cody can't rest until he gets his answers, but what words could possibly make all of it worth it? No matter what Organa or Boil or so many other people still believe after all this time, that maybe Obi-Wan was still somehow in the right, how could any explanation justify the hurt and the betrayal and the countless lives lost? Even Obi-Wan's famous silver tongue can't erase the funeral pyres Cody has built, can't repair the lives he shattered into pieces with a simple stab of a knife. It would be kinder to let it all go. To live and let live, and realize that Obi-Wan simply wasn't the man Cody always thought he was, to close that book for good and move on with his life...but he can't. Not for Obi-Wan.

In the final leg of a torturous and fruitless journey to uncover the truth of that fateful day, Cody wants one last miracle.

It's nearly sunset when he reaches the end of the path. A few large wooly creatures mill around peacefully, chewing grass. One of them is 212th gold, the exact shade of Cody's scarf. Cody's heart leaps into his throat.

There is a cottage cut into the mountain wall, with a little greenhouse next to it. It's small and unassuming, again not at all where Cody would expect to find a criminal with a bounty of 23 million credits, dead or alive, but perhaps it is the right kind of place to find an old Jedi who no longer has a home to return to. He steps up to the door and knocks sharply, and the sound echoes in the open space.

He waits a few minutes, then a few minutes more. It feels like a lifetime.

And then...footsteps.

The door creaks open and a man stands in the doorway. His hair has grown long and unkempt and his skin shows marks of weathering the mountain air but his eyes...his eyes are the same.

"Obi-Wan," Cody says, and his voice doesn't shake.

The man looks at him, and for a terrifying moment Cody fears that he will simply shut the door without a word. The man takes a deep breath and smiles slightly. "Cody," he says. "It's been a long time. Why don't you come in?"

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Obi-Wan's mountain cottage is small, but lived-in. It's not messy, per se, but objects are strewn about, handmade blankets and pottery and piles of hand-spun yarn. There isn't a single datapad or piece of paperwork, or any technology more advanced than an electric light, for that matter. It's so different from what Cody remembers of Obi-Wan's living space that he nearly feels lost. Is this really even the same man?

"Sit down," Obi-Wan says gently. His voice is more soft-spoken than Cody's ever heard it, not even the slightest hint of authority in it. "I'm sure you're tired after climbing the mountain. I'll get some tea for us."

"I'm not here for tea," Cody says.

Obi-Wan looks up at him. His eyes seem to flicker eerily in the faded lamplight. "I know you aren't. But would it be too much for an old man to ask for a last cup of tea with a friend?"

"It's only been five years since we last met," Cody says. "There's no need to exaggerate."

Obi-Wan rubs his beard. "Only five years? Really? It's so easy to lose track of time here. It felt like longer."

With that, Obi-Wan slips into the adjacent room to make some tea. Cody closes his eyes and takes a deep breath. This is as far as he could ever be from a battlefield, yet his heart is pounding like he's a nervous cadet on the first day of live fire exercise.

"Here," Obi-Wan says, trundling back in with a small tray. He hands a mug to Cody before settling down in a chair of his own. There's something grating about how slowly he goes through all the motions, like he's got all the time in the world. Obi-Wan blows on the tea, then drinks. "That's good. Nowhere near the kinds of tea I used to have at the Temple, but we all must make sacrifices sometimes."

Cody takes a sip. He has no opinion on the quality of the tea, except that it tastes and smells nothing like the tea they had once shared in the war. It's just as well. That time is gone.

Cody sets his mug down. "Have you been here this whole time?"

Obi-Wan hums. "For most of it, yes. I spent a little while with Hondo, but piracy didn't appeal to me very much. After that, the simplest solution was to hide, so...here I am."

"Hondo?" Cody asks incredulously. "You conspired with Hondo?"

"'Conspired' is a strong word. I needed a way out of the Core and I didn't exactly have many options, considering I had just murdered the Supreme Chancellor," Obi-Wan replies, as if destabilizing the Republic is as natural as the weather. "How are you, these days, Cody? Are you living in the Temple?"

Cody grits his teeth. "Is this really the time for small talk?"

"There won't be any other time," Obi-Wan says. "Indulge me this small kindness, please."

Cody takes a deep breath. He doesn't owe anything to this man, not anymore, but he can't bring himself to throw it all in Obi-Wan's face like he deserves. It's true, after all. It's unlikely they'll ever meet again after this.

He tells Obi-Wan about his life at the Temple. He tells Obi-Wan about working with Padawans and researching for missions and about his brothers who stayed in the Temple and those who moved on to other places. Obi-Wan listens to it all without comment--his expression doesn't even change.

"Are you satisfied?" Cody asks.

Obi-Wan nods. "The Jedi are alive, and you and your bothers are at peace with them. Yes, I'm satisfied."

Cody squints at Obi-Wan. "That's all you wanted? To hear that everyone isn't dead? That's your best-case scenario?"

"It means more than you realize," Obi-Wan says. "It means I have no regrets."

"What--" Cody clenches his fists. "You thought that everyone was going to die and you decided to kill Palpatine anyways?"

"No, that's not--"

"We did die! Tens of thousands of us! Hundreds of your own family, the Jedi! Millions of civilians! But just because not everyone died, it's all okay?" Cody roars. "We needed you, Obi-Wan. And you betrayed us. For what?"

Obi-Wan sets his mug down. "I don't expect you to forgive me, Cody."

Cody stands up. "I'm not here to forgive you. I'm here for answers."

"I'm afraid to say I have very few," Obi-Wan replies.

"Why did you do it? Were you really a Separatist spy this whole time? Did you really never care about us, about everything we went through?"

Obi-Wan looks at him a long moment. His gaze is piercing, like it's looking straight to the heart and peeling back the layers, one by one.

Cody doesn't flinch. He's come too far to not go all the way to the bitter end.

Obi-Wan takes a deep breath. "Why did you come here, Cody?"

"I told you--"

"What answer could I possibly give you that would satisfy the hunger that brought you to the ends of the galaxy?" Obi-Wan asks. "You already know there's nothing I could say that would answer the questions you want--you're an intelligent and meticulous man. If I were a traitor or had some esoteric agenda, you would have found the proof by now.

"What can I say that will finally put your heart at rest, even if it means breaking it in two? Cody, dear, my time ended the moment I decided to murder the Supreme Chancellor. You have to let me go. You have to move on. I can't do that for you," Obi-Wan says gently.

"I want--" Cody swallows back the lump in his throat. "I want the truth, Obi-Wan."

"Do you really?"

"Yes!" Cody screams. "You left us! Your men, your family, even your apprentice and you couldn't even explain why! I spent five years of my life tracking you down to some nowhere planet and you think I don't really want the truth?"

"The truth..." Obi-Wan takes a deep breath. "The truth is...I knew that killing Palpatine would destabilize the Republic. I knew that it would lead to the deaths of your brothers. I knew that it may prolong the war, and that the Republic may fall because of it."

"Why did you do it? Why would you do that to us?" Cody asks.

"I did it because I didn't care," Obi-Wan says. "To me, that price was worth it. Tens of thousands of your brothers, millions or even billions of civilians, hundreds of the Jedi...I was willing to destroy those lives to avoid the future I saw, where you and your men put your blasters to our backs and exterminated my people in an instant."

Cody sucks in a harsh breath. "You...you had a vision. You betrayed us all...because of a vision?"

"I told you it wasn't going to be the answer you wanted," Obi-Wan replies.

"You saw some stupid spice-dream where we betrayed you and you decided you had to destroy the Republic about it?" Cody demands. "Us! As if we aren't the most loyal men in the entire galaxy, after everything we've been through, you saw that we would commit genocide on you and you believed it?"

"It's not a pleasant thought for me, either," Obi-Wan says. "Up until you explained to me what was going on at the Temple I had no idea if it had occurred or not, despite my interference."

"How..." Cody takes a deep, shuddering breath. "How could you, Obi-Wan? After all those battles, all that time, all that talk about how after the war, everything would be better...how could you ever believe that we would turn against you? How could you ever believe I would turn against you?"

Obi-Wan closes his eyes. "Wouldn't you? Isn't that why you're here now, to end my life as surely as I ended your brothers'?"

Cody clenches his fists as the picture becomes clear before him. Obi-Wan isn't wrong. He had wanted the truth, and if Obi-Wan truly was the traitor everyone believed him to be, Cody would finish the job for good.

"I betrayed you and your men and my people and the Republic. I murdered an innocent old man and there is nothing I can say to justify it," Obi-Wan says. "I'm sorry, Cody. I'm sorry your brothers died due to my actions, but I don't regret the choices I made. If I had to do it again, I would. Your lives were worth less than my vision of the Jedi's death. That is the truth."

Cody feels brittle, frozen in place, and the words hit him like a hammer. The truth is, Obi-Wan didn't care. After everything that had happened in the war, the tears and sweat and blood, after Cody had given everything to be what this man, his General, wanted, all it took was a slightest wisp of the Force to wash it all away.

He's angry, he realizes. So what if the talks and the feelings and the fights were all real? They didn't matter. They never did, and they never would, because as much as Cody had always believed in Obi-Wan, Obi-Wan had never truly believed in him. In any of them. In the end, Obi-Wan wasn't the man Cody had thought he was. He was selfish and mercurial and thoughtless and he didn't care.

"I'll make it easy for you," Obi-Wan says. He pulls his lightsaber from his belt and hands it to Cody as easily as handing over a cup of tea. "This will be the last time."

"You're not even going to fight back?" Cody asks.

"Should I?" Obi-Wan asks. "I've been on borrowed time these last five years. I've known for a long time that I couldn't hide forever. Whether it was you or Anakin, someone would find me and end me. It seems that no matter what future comes, I am always destined to die at the hands of the ones I love."

Somehow, that only makes Cody angrier. To take death lying down, to not even try...

He steps up to Obi-Wan and aims the lightsaber. It fits in his hand the way it always did but his fingers feel awkward as they reach for the ignition.

It occurs to him that he doesn't have to do this. He could leave Obi-Wan here in this remote mountain range with his animals and sad little cottage and pretend this meeting never happened.

"Do you..." Cody licks his lip. "Do you want to die, Obi-Wan? Is that why you're doing all of this?"

"I want you to move on, Cody," Obi-Wan says. "And I know that you would never be able to rest, knowing that the man who killed so many of your brothers and feels no regret about it is still alive and free just outside the border of the Republic. Do you truly believe I deserve this small happiness I've gathered here after what I've done to you and the Republic? I am one of the most wanted criminals in the galaxy. No one would blame you for doing what you had to do. Indeed, many would say it's your duty. You have never flinched before. I don't believe you'll make a habit of it now."

Duty. Cody's duty weighs heavy on his shoulders, heavy in the cold lightsaber grasped between his fingers, heavy in the knowing gray gaze that sees him inside and out. He is not here for Obi-Wan--he never was. He's here for himself, for his brothers, for the Republic, to keep them safe and ensure that such a tragedy never happens again.

In the truest part of his heart, he doesn't want to do this. He's spent so much time looking up to Obi-Wan and chasing after his shadow that to end his life feels like destroying his memory. But his duty holds him tight like binding chains and the truth is that Obi-Wan is a traitor, and traitors must be eliminated.

He takes a long breath. "Any last words?"

Obi-Wan smiles. "I've never known a man as diligent and strong as you, and I'm glad you, of all your brothers, were my Commander. I'm honored to know you, and I'm sorry."

"Is that all?"

"No," Obi-Wan says. "Live well, Cody. That is my last command to you. Live well, and be free."

Cody nods once and presses the ignition.

if the first star wars thing I wrote in seven months was cody killing obi-wan would that be fucked up or what

#fanfic #star wars #cody #obi-wan kenobi #fic: dielectric breakdown #jessepinwrites

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