#teen boba fett

[anstarwar]

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[cuminhoid]

star wars could have given us dex being boba's uncle but no they made him watch a man with his father's face be tortured after said father got decapitated and also was a child put into an adult jail

we could have had dex's diner! now with tiilingar taungsday! and boba getting to be a kid! is spreading food and comfort not what jaster would have wanted?

[padawansuggest]

Din: *comes outside when he hears a ship on the landing pad, looks over to find Fennec and Boba leaving Slave II on the far side of the field, sighs, picks up the bean and starts walking in their direction*

Boba: Long time no see, Fennec and I just wanted to see you’re still alive.

Din: Did you scour the whole planet to find my cabin?

Fennec: No, we asked Greef.

Din: ??? And he told you?

Boba: We gave him collateral so he wouldn’t think we were here to steal you.

Greef’s Office

Greef: *looking at the small group of mod teenagers* so… you are Boba Fett’s… apprentices?

Drash: He said the gai bal manda for us after the first week of being with him.

Skad: It was kind of confusing. I’ve never had a parent before. He’s always trying to feed us.

Greef: Amazing. Mandalorians really work fast like that.

[dumbbitchenergy17]

Clan of Three (BOBF) - Chapter 1

Chapter One: The Mandalorian and the Jedi

Plot: A Mandalorian, an infant with a history of the jedi, and a teenager with similar powers with a slowly discovering lineage. With the child off with the Jedi, the close-knit pair continues their travels through the galaxy.

Word Count: 5.7K

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

Warnings: fighting/violence, injuries, semi-angst, slight ptsd, some wholesome moments, father-daughter moments

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The streets are empty besides the few that travel with the star that the space station orbits around and lights sections of the streets before incasing it into darkness. Gentle footsteps were barely noticeable unless you were skilled in listening out for them. The men work away in the slaughterhouse the smell of raw meat and blood fills the air as the butches cut into the large slabs of meat a shadow passing by and one looks back catching something in the corner of his eye but shaking it off not seeing anything. Hidden behind the slaughterhouse is a makeshift officer who works the corrupt side hidden behind the facade of a meat packing industry. A Klatooinian sits at his desk working away while others stand around either talking to one another or making sure the man at the desk is well protected.

“Kaba Baiz…” A voice speaks out and they all look over at a hooded figure resting against one of the walls, “You sure are a difficult man to find.” They speak out as the men surrounding Kaba brandish weapons but the figure raises their hand, “You don’t want to hurt me.” The voice calming but commanding as Kaba watches his men lower their weapons obeying this stranger's orders. Looking back jumping back slightly seeing the hooded figure in front of the desk their hands resting on the table.

“I don’t know who you’re talking about…you’re looking at the wrong person.” He says and the figure chuckles and he can see their shoulders move with their laughter. “Trust me Kaba I’m looking at him. So here’s your option you either kindly follow me so I can turn you in and get my money or someone who won’t care if you’re alive is going to come. Your choice.” The person speaks and Kaba can see just a glimpse of their mouth as they smile waiting for his decision. He wasn’t sure if this person was insane or just dumb enough to think he would listen. The voice sounded young and to think whoever they were was trying to threaten him.

“Get lost. I won’t tell you again, I’m not your guy.” He says and he sees their shoulders slump. They reach out and grab a credit hold it up to the light seeing the integrity of it before dropping it back down.

“I did warn you..” They say and heavy footsteps grow closer to the room he turns to look back at the hooded figure finding them gone right as the plastic curtains open revealing a rugged man in shiny beskar armor. He should’ve taken their advice.

The night air cools your skin as you rest on a metal railing looking up at the space that was looking down at you. The cloak and mask covering your face were pulled back as you watched the stars move past you. The sounds of fighting faint coming from the building as you wait for it to die down before you hear footsteps though it sounds like something is being dragged as well.

“I’m guessing he didn’t take my deal.” You say looking over at the bounty hunter in his hand a sack that you assume contains Kaba's head. You instantly notice him limping and you quickly join his side, “What did you do?” You ask looking at his leg and seeing the large burn on his upper thigh the skin badly injured.

“I’m fine,” He says waving you off and taking a step forward but he can’t stop the groan from escaping his mouth and your body goes under his arm supporting his bad side, “What did I tell you about speaking to the bounties? What if they-” He speaks up his tone scolding and you roll your eyes.

“They didn’t see my face Din, and if they had you probably already took them out.” You say as you travel through the streets of Glavis Ringworld, you’ve both been traveling for bounties for information on the coverts of Mandalorians. With Din being reinstated into the Guild you could have some credits to keep you afloat but with no ship or a permanent home, you’ve bounced around planets and worlds following after the hardened Mandalorian. “We’re in this together…I’m not leaving you to do all the work.” You say leaving the grimy streets of Glavis to a more glitzy area, people dressed in silks and clothes covered in jewels. The two of you probably stuck out like sore thumbs you mainly, while Din had the shiny beskar armor you were dressed in layers of clothes. After the Jedi and Grogu left you and Din traveled with the group to see him get turned in from the New Republic before you both took off. It took time with the limited credits Din had from bounties though you put your effort in a pickpocket or two you never told the man. You were able to rebuild a new outfit. Your old one was too ripped up and covered in blood and you didn’t like the memories associated with the clothes.

Din didn’t say anything following your comment the both of you entered a turbolift with a Caskadag inside who moves to stand towards the side far away from the two of you. He could sense the unease in the man. Din glances down at you still reliving his weight off his bad leg, your gaze was straight forward a permanent frown etched on your features. You refused to speak about what happened on Moff Gideon’s cruiser as if the incident never existed but he could see the few moments the mask you put up cracked for just a second. The flash of panic in your eyes when someone touched you without warning, or when he caught you once as they traveled on a train after a bounty your gaze was focused on your hands. You hadn’t realized Din was watching as you flexed your hands curling them in and out of fists tracing the scars on your knuckles. You had completely shattered your knuckles and needed surgery luckily getting it from a medical droid on the cruiser, the little things you thought he didn’t notice he saw.

You were older…more mature. It was only a year from when he met you when you were seventeen but things had changed now. You smiled less, his poor excuses for jokes were met with laughter that didn’t reach your eyes, and you would stare off shutting out the world around you, when you fought you were vicious but you dissociate during them and once they were over your mind was a blur of what you did. He knew whatever Gideon had done to you would stick with you forever but keeping it all in wasn’t healthy. You had too much on your plate with the weapon that is technically yours but now resting on his. The Darksaber, you refused to touch it or glance at it, hearing the history and meaning of owning this weapon. To bring the people of Mandalore together and rule as Mand’alor but you rejected it and the title that weighs you down. He would think back on what that Jedi said when you rejected his offer to go train with him.

“Your connection to the force is driven by your emotions without proper guidance you walk a thin line that can have you fall down the path of the dark side,”

He wasn’t going to force you to train with the Jedi but he was still nervous when in moments punches wouldn’t be held back or threats to quarries weren’t a fear tactic. The turbolift reaches the floor you’re meant to go to and you and Din step forward the music of the lounge fills your ears. Din feels the helpful hand leave his side and he’s forced to limp forward just catching the hood and mask of your cloak coming on and you disappear without seeing where you went. It was a skill you had acquired with still being a target to the small remnants of the empire and it didn’t take long for news to spread of being the ancestor of a famous Jedi and the Mandalore Duchess. It was being hidden from the last bits of the empire that wishes to rid of the jedi, bounties looking for a highly valued bounty, and the New Republic with a possible political player. Din moves towards the private lounge reaching a table covered in an assortment of foods with people surrounding the table.

From the bar, you had a clear view of Din as he spoke to the contractor for the bounty. Raising your hand briefly to the bartender who comes over and a glass of spotchka is slid over to you and you in return place a credit on the bar, your gaze is still focused on Din as he speaks to them and you could sense the frustration coming from the Mandalorian.

“Hey, you wanna buy death sticks?” A voice calls out to you and you glance over at a man standing beside you holding out fluorescent sticks a smirk on his face.

"You don't want to sell me death sticks." You say with a slight wave of your hand and he steps back, "I don't wanna sell you death sticks." He says putting the sticks away.

"You want to go home and rethink your life." You say another small wave of your hand and he looks almost ashamed of his decision, "I wanna go home and rethink my life.” He says and you watch him turn to leave the lounge. You smirk pulling down your mask slightly to take a sip of the spotchka your lips curling at the burn from the liquid. You see Din taking the credits while placing the bag on the table before heading off. You leave the drink at the bar following after him sliding into the lift after him it ascends down. From the corner of your eye, Din examines the burn on his upper thigh.

Leaving the lift you back outside the cool air blows past you as you walk further from the glitz and glam of part of Glavis Ringworld to where the crimes lie and those who don’t want to be found. When there were only your and Din’s footsteps you pull the hood and mask off your face slowly trailing behind the limping Mandalorian. The loud machinery from the railway above you as you move deeper into the industrial layout, you see Din move his hand to his helmet as he scans the alley,

“What do you see?” You ask as he suddenly moves down an alley the sounds of the railways fading away,

“A path..” Din says and you follow after him as he continues after this trail apparently only he can see before you reach a hatch in the wall, “This is the place.” He says as he opens it entering with you close behind the doorway and shutting it behind you. Following down a stairwell that reveals the underneath of Glavis like its own city of metal bridges and platforms under the ring space station. A ladder leads down to a platform but how easy it could be to take a wrong step and fall straight into space and the rusty ladder doesn’t help either. Din heads down first taking it slow, especially with his leg everything was fine until his leg hits the rung and he slips down. Your hand grabs his wrist as you half hang off the top platform as he clutches the ladder.

“Din…are you okay?!” You ask panic in your eyes, it would be so easy to slip and fall off and you had reacted so fast down almost upside down on this ladder your other hand holding onto the railing.

“I’m fine kid,” He hisses in pain in his legs, “I gotta help you though,” He tries moving up to help your hanging body but you shake your head.

“Just head down I’ll be fine.” You reassure him as he painfully heads down the rest of the ladder and once he’s down he looks up at you as you try bringing yourself up but your body is so far off the ladder.

“Kriffff…” You sigh before fixing your grip on the ladder, “Make sure to grab me if I fall and die.” You call out to him, “What do you mean fal-Maker kid!” Din yells seeing you fully flip your body off the platform your hands twisting on the rung as your back hits and you lose your grip falling straight off the ladder. Your hands grip the side of the floor your hold quickly losing and your weightless falling straight into space.

“Shit!”

A harsh grip on your wrist as your held above the vast amount of space and you look up at Din who’s holding you up with one hand, “Give me your hand kid,” You can hear the strain in his voice from holding you with one hand and his leg digs into the metal grating. Swinging your other arm and you grab his arm as he pulls you up and you swing your leg catching onto the platform rolling onto it. You lay on your back trying to calm your heaving breaths as Din sits back trying to calm his own rapidly beating heart, this kid was going to give him a heart attack one of these days.

“Don’t…do that…again.” He pants and you nod holding a thumbs up, “Yeah…thanks for catching me.” You respond weakly before you push yourself to stand holding out your hand to Din, “Come on old man,” You say and you can feel the look he gives you through his helmet but gladly accepts your hand groaning when putting weight on his leg. Heading through the platform as it opens up more area and further ahead on a jutted-out platform you saw the female Mandalorian sitting with her weapons besides her looking to be praying. Din walks forward down a small step but his leg gives out and he grabs his leg, you rush to his side looking over his leg which looked worse.

“Tend to him.” The Armorer calls out and you hear footsteps seeing a very tall and buff Mandalorian compared to Din, “I didn’t know if I would ever see you again.” The man says with a gruff deep voice as he holds a medpack with him,

“Thank you for saving me on Nevarro,” Din says as your hand grazes the burn and he shudders in pain, “Sorry..” You whisper before rubbing your hands on your pants to get rid of sweat, “I don’t know if I’ll be as good as the child when he did it..” You explain before bringing your hand to rest over his thigh and focusing. Breathing through your nose focusing on the breathing and the energy you put it to heal him. Your focus is broken when you’re shoved away from Din falling and you push yourself on your elbows.

“We do not wish for your jedi witchcraft.” The Mandalorian hisses at you and you look at him in shock from the venom in his tone.

“Don’t touch her.” Din tries moving to your defense but groans in pain from his leg.

“Calm yourself Paz Vizsla…the girl is of Mandalore blood.” The Armorer warns him standing up and watching the interaction.

“She does not wear Mandalorian armor. She does not Walk the Way…she is a jedi. She is no Mandalorian.” Vizsla aims his words at you and you can feel his glare through the beskar. His hand moves to point at you and a screech fills the air an orange blade is aimed at him. He recoils back from the heat the blade gives off the kyber crystal producing a powerful and quite destructive blade.

“Touch me again and you will walk no way Mandalorian…” You hiss your body tense on the defensive your threat weighs heavy in the air.

“Kid..” Din calls out and your glare shifts from Vizsla to your guardian, you can feel the look he was giving you and the blade retracts as you quickly stand glaring down at Vizsla. You’re already moving heading off to Maker knows where just wanting to be anywhere but here.

Your legs hang over the platform though no railing might be scary to others you felt at peace having them dangling over the edge. Your fingers trace the raised skin on your knuckles, the shattering pain with each blow you gave flashes of his face and all that blood.

“This is the non-diplomatic option,”

You hiss in pain your hand instinctively rests on your stomach though no scars lie there the memories and the phantom pain forever haunts you.

“Ibic cuyir te ara.” A voice whispers out into the air and you turn towards it finding nothing around you but silence. Swinging your legs back to safety walking on the catwalk back towards the three Mandalorians trying your best to ignore the unease that coats your body.

You can hear large metal moving as you draw closer and you see Din and Vizsla connecting large tubes to what looks like the smelter back in the tunnels on Nevarro.

“Where did you come upon the Darksaber?” Vizsla ponders looking at the weapon attached to Din’s belt, “She defeated Moff Gideon.” Din responds while connecting another tube,

“Then why do you wield it?” Vizsla asks and Din pauses sensing your presence and seeing you have now joined but you sit away from them but certainly in hearing distance. You were leaning against a crate your nose in one of the old texts that you’ve re-read multiple times. He didn’t fully understand some of them not even in Basic but you read them like someone else was hidden within the pages. He saw the disdain and hatred you would give to the weapon he wielded but only for the use of it not as its owner. It’s owner refuses to touch it.

“I can not answer that.” Din replies and they continue working, “Did she kill him.” Hearing Paz’s question his mind could only go back to the light cruiser.

Your fists cave in the warlord’s face the fury in your eyes and blood paints your body. Screams of rage and hysterics as you beat the life out of the man that had tarnished the last glimpse of your innocence. Standing above him the wildness in your face as you hold the Darksaber ready to deliver the killing blow. “He has to die! I’ll kriffing kill him. Gideon has to!”

It was a wrath Din never expected to come from you but you were tainted by that man. Whatever was said to you before Gideon had attacked you was burned into your mind. It was violent and graphic that he hadn’t thought would be occurring to you out of all people, you were kind, compassionate, and caring of others, but Gideon took that from you and he paid the consequences.

“No,” He says shaking his head trying to get rid of those thoughts, “But he was sent off to the New Republic for interrogation, and he will face justice for his crimes.”

“Death would have been justice for his atrocities,” Paz says and Din can’t help to agree. If his priority wasn’t you or the child and the knowledge he has for the New Republic, Gideon’s guts would be spread across that light cruiser.

“This is true. The blood of millions of our kind is on his hands.” The Armorer replies as the smelter powers up flames appearing highlighting the beskar armor.

“Then he will be executed for his crimes by the New Republic Tribunal.” Din says stepping forward as the Armorer moves from the flames to a cupboard, “We shall see. The songs of eons past foretold of the Mythosaur rising up to herald a new age of Mandalore. Sadly, it only exists in legends. Where did you come upon the beskar spear?”

Din moves forward pulling the spear off his back and holding it out for the Armorer to take, “It was the gift of a Jedi. It can block a lightsaber. I used it to rescue the child.” The Armorer examines the weapon hitting it to the ground as the pure beskar rings through the air,

“It can also pierce beskar armor. Its mere existence puts Mandalorians at risk. Mandalorian steel is meant for armor, not weapons.” She says and Din pauses before glancing over at the girl still away from them and the small child off with the Jedi.

“Then forge it into armor.” He says and the female Mandalorian nods, “The Darksaber is a more noble weapon for you to wield. Though the true owner of the weapon should wield this weapon.”

The Armorer puts the beskar spear on top of the smelter glowing a bright red as it heats to a level to melt Din takes a seat before the woman working, “Have you ever heard of Bo-Katan Kryze?” The name has your head perking up, you and Bo-Katan following Grogu’s departure with the jedi had little time to learn of each other. Even then you were practically out of it the world blurring by you as your father’s aunt tried to learn about you and your father but only short sentences or no responses came. Your conversation ended there as Din pulled you away with Cara’s help to get you cleaned up and seen by the medical droid, your blood and…his was still drying on your skin and your knuckles were shattered.

“Bo-Katan is a cautionary tale,” The Armorer explains thinking back on her history of the Kryze House as she pours the melted liquid from a tube into a container to solidify, “She once laid claim to rule Mandalore based purely on blood and the sword you now possess. But it was gifted to her and not won by Creed. Bo-Katan Kryze was born of a mighty house, but they lost sight of the way. Her rule ended in tragedy. They lost their way, and we lost our world. Had our sect not been cloistered on the moon of Concordia, we would have not survived the Great Purge. Those born of Mandalore strayed away from the path. Eventually, the Imperial interlopers destroyed all that we knew and loved in the Night of a Thousand Tears.”

You could feel the tension coming off both Mandalorians and the sadness coming off Din, “Only those that walked the way escaped the curse prophesized in the Creed. Though our numbers were scattered to the winds, our adherence to the way has preserved our legacy for the generations until we may someday return to our homeworld.” The Armorer says before looking back at Din, “What shall I forge?”

Din glances at you and your gaze darts from him having been caught listening in, “Something for foundlings.” He suggests and the Armorer has an idea who one of them is and she nods “This is the way. Who is the other foundling?”

“The child…Grogu.” Din says and his chest aches with the reminder his other foundling was not with him, a part of his heart empty, his clan incomplete.

“He’s no longer in your care. He is with his own kind now.” The Armorer reminds him and the bounty hunter nods, “I want to see him, make sure he’s safe.” He says and the Armorer looks down at the man.

“In order to master the ways of the Force, Jedi must forgo all attachment.” She explains and Din hates to hear that. Was the child meant to let go of both himself and you, just forget to be able to properly train? Was this why you rejected the Jedi’s request? But was he a problem with stopping you from mastering the Force, this attachment you had for him for others?

“That is the opposite of our Creed. Loyalty and Solidarity are the way.” Din replies and the Armorer nods, “What shall I forge for the foundlings?”

You watch behind your book as the Armorer works around the smelter and other equipment clearly in her element and you can’t clearly see what she creates but she works diligently. Your focus is glued to the Mandalorian working away you didn’t notice your own Mandalorian’s presence near you.

“Kid..” Din’s touch is gentle on your shoulder but not accounted for as you stiffen your head snapping towards the foreign encounter. Your body relaxes once you realize it was only Din and you look forward to watching the Armorer work. “Kid.” He calls out again and you hum letting him know you have his attention, “You alright..just with what happened earlier and all.” He asks and your gaze returns back to the man though you can no longer see his face you could imagine the concern hidden behind his helmet, his brows furrowed, a frown painting his mouth, and his eyes filled with worry. You nod trying to reassure him.

“I’m fine Din,” You say trying to ignore the venom that burns your skin from Vizsla’s words, “It made sense to be wary of me, aren’t Jedi and Mandalorians sworn enemies or something.” You avert your gaze.

“Well, some still believe that,” He starts but seeing the hurt in your eyes he quickly backtracks, “I mean...I don’t believe that. You hear me. I could never hate you.” He grabs your hand and your gaze is still forward.

“But I’m no Mandalorian,” You say and Din gives you a look, “Of course, you are you’re-” “I know that physical...yes, I’m from Mandalore..I have the Dark-” You stop yourself before finishing the sentence your gaze briefly meeting the weapon before you quickly look away trying to calm your rapid heartbeat, “But I’m not like you. I don’t wear the armor, I don’t speak your Creed, I don’t walk the way.” An empty laugh leaves you as your gaze looks at the saber attached to your belt, “Could hardly call myself a jedi either.” You neither walked the way of the Mandalorians nor the way of the jedi. Din looks at the defeated look on your face before he stands up,

“Olaror. Laam,” (Come. Up,) He calls out holding a hand and you look at his hand before he gestures for you to take it. You’re pulled to your feet, “See you already understand what I’m saying. Already closer to being Mandalorian.” He says and starts away from the Armorer who is still working away. Following after him finding yourself on the catwalk from before as he stops turning to face you. “Okay come at me.” He holds his hands out and you look at him with a slight form of shock,

“What?” “Come on, no weapons, no powers, just straight fists.” He says and you shake your head, “Din I’m not fighting you,”

“Well, I’m not stopping until you do.” He says and before you could get another word a fist is flying toward your face. Leaning back avoiding the attack as you look at him in shock, “Come on,” He flexes his fist and you look at him before dodging another attack spinning around him so you both are on opposite sides. Your hands flex at your sides watching his movement, his fighting was fluid with powerful strikes while also thinking about his weak spots. There was a reason he was a well-feared bounty hunter. You had only got the jump on him a few times was pure luck on your end. In a real fight against him without using your saber or the force you were screwed.

“Stop worrying,” He calls out, “You know I’m stronger than you in a hand-to-hand fight, but you’re smarter use your wits to help you,” Din says looking over at you and you nod. He aims another punch toward you and you dodge kicking your leg out it connecting with the healing burn on his calf he grunts grabbing your ankle and twisting it forcing you to hit the ground. He tries pinning you but you spin around landing another kick right on the side of his ribs where the beskar plate doesn’t protect him. He’s quick with defense his fist striking against your chest and the wind is slightly knocked out of you as you fall back clutching your chest trying to catch your breath. He stalks towards you his hand grabbing your ankle and dragging you forward. When you’re close to him your free foot kicks against his chest your arms gripping his shoulders and with all your strength you throw him over you. He flips over not expecting it as he hits the ground and you hear a groan come from him. You stand rubbing your hand to your chest as he too stands as well both out of breath he nods,

“Good…you did good.” He says and you nod your breath calming down the pain in your chest now dull. Looking down he notices the Darksaber had unclipped from his belt and he moves to grab it, “You’re smart to target weakness you did good…kid? Kid..?”

You’re frozen looking at the weapon before you. Trapped unable to breathe or move. There was no flight or fight. You could only hear the blood pumping wildly through your body and your head spun making you weak. You felt restrained..back on the cruiser…back with…him. His touch sears your skin his words toxic as they drown you. You were overwhelmed by it unable to move, to think, to breathe, you were trapped within your own body. Bile fills your throat as your hands flex and unflex remembering the pain from your hands trying to focus on anything but what happened…what he did..just him.

“y/n..” You felt hands on your body and you reacted your vision blinded as they collided with something fighting them off and shoving them away. A yell fills the air before arms wrap around you pinning your arms to the side. Your thrash violently screams tearing through your throat as you’re brought to the ground.

“Stop Kid! Y/n…kid! You’re alright breathe!” The voice clears the fear as your hands shake violently gasping for air as hands grab your face forcing you to look at the beskar helmet. “Breathe…breathe.” He says showing an exaggerated inhale and exhale as you copy with your shaky inhales and exhales.

“I...I’m sorry…I’m sorry…I’m sorry.” You frantically apologize trying to push him off, he shouldn’t see you weak. He didn’t need that baggage but he shushes you pulling you into his chest and your hands are like vices clutching the cape on his back your face cool against the beskar. “You’re fine..you’re fine cyar’ika.” He mumbles his hand smoothing over your hair the other rubbing your back gently as you weakly mumble apologies.

“She’s a danger to rebuilding our covert.” Paz Vizsla’s voice makes you jump and Din holds you close to him pulling back to look at the Mandalorian that was breathing heavily with anger. Din had known when you pulled into yourself or dissociated following a fight be cautious around you not sure how you could react. But Vizsla had just appeared and the next thing either of them knew you were shoving the man off the catwalk. Luckily he had his jetpack to return him to safety but it was unprovoked and just instinct. Din had to restrain you when your hand moved for your saber unaware of what you would do when in a state of panic.

“She’s a child and my ward,” Din says ready to fight tooth and nail to keep you safe beside him. Especially against this man for the threat against his clan member.

“She leaves or I will do it myself.” Vizsla threatens, stepping forward and Din shifts putting you behind him aiming his blaster only to get one in return.

“You lay one finger on her-”

“Enough!” The Armorer’s voice breaks through the fight about to break out both lower their blasters before the female Mandalorian turns over to Viszla, “Paz Vizsla, have you ever removed your helmet?” She asks and Vizsla shakes his head firmly,

“No.”

“Has it ever been removed by others?” 

“Never.” He says confidently and the Armorer nods, “This is the way.” Vizsla quickly repeats the saying. The Armorer then turns to Din looking at him.

“Din Djarin, have you ever removed your helmet?” Din is frozen and you were fearful about the response. You knew he had…he had taken it off for you and the child. “Have you ever removed your helmet? By Creed, you must vow.” She repeats again when he remains silent.

“I have.” He says.

“Then, you are a Mandalorian no more.” She says and Din moves forward towards the woman, “I beg you for your forgiveness. How can I atone?” 

“Leave, apostate.” Vizsla hisses at him stepping forward but the Armorer holds up her hand, “According to Creed, one may only be redeemed in the Living Waters beneath the mines of Mandalore.” She explains as you listen but flashes of an open cave filled with waters return from your memory. But that was only a dream…or a vision.

“But the mines have all been destroyed.” Din replies and the woman looks at him, “This is the way.” She says before holding out something wrapped in cloth and the Darksaber which Din accepts. Looking at the two Mandalorians now an apostate he turns to the girl still on the ground watching the interaction before he helps you to your feet and you give one final look at the pair before following after Din. Returned to the streets of Glavis you look at the silent Manda... bounty hunter as he walks through the streets. Would you be able to call him a Mandalorian anymore? It’s silent as you walk side but side but he leads before you speak up.

“I’m sorry..” Your voice breaks the silence as he glances down at you, “It’s my fault you’re an apostate..if I hadn’t protected the child on Thyton we wouldn’t have been taken…you wouldn’t have to come after us..you wouldn’t have to take off your helme-” “Stop kid.” He cuts your rambling off and you look at him ready for his scolding or just more silence.

“I took my helmet off because I wanted to…our mishaps had nothing to force that.” He says and you nod slowly before your hand slides into his squeezing it and he returns one, “What do we do now..”

[constellation-skirmishes]

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AAAH ghosts.....scary,,,,...,.

heres your little guy

[realmothchu]

i know it’s been like 3 years but book of boba fett really should have been a boba origin story/prequel. like his teen or young adult years as a bounty hunter idk

[engagemythrusters]

i need to give 20yo boba fett a bag of garden salsa sun chips and a whole shelf of tequila

[carebooks]

ELI’S PARENTS ARE DEREK AND STILES

YES I WILL ELABORATE. So I basically formed this crack theory up during the middle of the movie and in the midst of texting my cousin my on-air reaction.

Also, I'm not the biggest fan of mpreg, to each their own but I'd rather not have that be the explanation. So instead of that here's a tale of a clone baby inspired by Superboy, the love child between Lex Luthor and Clark Kent (specifically a one-sided not-so-love child)

Eli is the biological child of Derek Hale and Stiles Stilinski. How? Let’s discus:

- Five years after the events of S6 (four years after Allison’s death), Derek manages to get himself kidnapped yet again.

- It’s not surprising, it happens like once a season.

- This time it’s a Dread Doctor that took him. It’s said that the Beast fatally mauled them all, but for these purposes I’m going to have the Geneticist survive.

- (if you didn’t know it, the Geneticist was female) Over the years she’s been repairing herself and nursing herself back to her previous conditions. Now without the other doctors, she’s on her own and while she wants to continue her experiments and push the boundaries of science and alchemy even further, she also wanted revenge. The Beast was supposed to be their masterpiece but these teenagers destroyed everything they had worked for. She wouldn’t have care that much usually, the Beast was always the Surgeon’s obsession. But still, they belittled all of them, two of them dead, one barely alive, and all their experiments gone and demolished.

- She needed to start from scratch. Begin again and bring back the meaning of dread in Dread Doctor. But she’d require new specimens to work off of.

- Werewolves were always unusually loyal to their pack. And she’d need muscle, so she started with that. But she didn’t just want any werewolf, she wanted a prime specimen from one of the oldest families with the affliction. Scott McCall might’ve been a True Alpha, but he was a bitten rarity, something that all three doctors agreed wouldn’t be possible to replicate. Still, he was no Hale. Hale’s had gone back hundreds of years. The only family capable of shifting into an actual wolf. And now her options were limited thanks to that horribly intrusive werewolf hunting family.

- Peter Hale, nowhere to be found. Though not a prime subject, his wolf form was more beast than animal. And, as records show, he had been killed before and brought back which depleted his abilities. UNSUITABLE

- Malia Hale, also difficult in locating but not impossible. Last seen, helping the McCall Pack against hunters near the Sierra Forest, Ca. Capable of shifting into a coyote but that is not the intended target. Her coyote DNA could infect the entire experiment. The Doctor required loyalty, coyote’s weren’t exactly famous for it. UNSUITABLE.

- Cora Hale, last scene traveling in South America and heading North to cross the border to meet with her older brother. While a prime target, she hasn’t achieved her evolved shifting quite like her older brother has. Too far to locate but the only other specimen that was a probability. TBD.

- Derek Hale, traveling with Scott McCall and the rest of the McCall Pack. Currently in an on-going fight against hunters that left Beacon Hills to finish them off. And the only Hale alive capable of shifting into a wolf. SUITABLE.

- She decides to go with Derek Hale.

- She kidnaps him.

- He’s missing for a few weeks before his friends find a way to locate him. I’ll come up with that later.

- During that time she figures out she can’t just grow a new copy from just his set of DNA, she needs two sets, as that’s what builds a person or whatever, to be honest I’m going off Superboy logic just like how Lex Luthor grew a baby with Superman bc he had a crush on Clark.

- She decides to use a human’s DNA as it will balance out the wolf genes. She can’t use her own, it’s effed up over the years. Besides, someone’s tripped her silent alarms that lead to her secret lab.

- It’s two of McCall’s pack members, the human and the beta. She knocks them out fast, the beta took more work whilst the human ran to find the Hale. She knocked him out too. As she’s chaining them up she realizes that a viable human subject has just delivered itself to her doorstep.

- She takes Stiles’ DNA.

- Once she’s done with that, the rest of the pack show up and she’s outnumbered. She grabs her equipment, including both DNA specimens she took from the men and bolts.

- It takes her a year of experimentations and botched results but she was finally growing her Hale specimen. She made sure to age up the child so as to not deal with an infant.

- The experiment took that year to fully grow and look like the age of a ten year old child. The perfect age to adapt and be impressionable upon, but not so young he’d be traumatized for the rest of his life.

- He escaped the second he could. He couldn’t explain why, he could smell it in the air, something was wrong with whoever that thing— person was.

- He has two sets of DNA in him, that came with some unintentionally leftover memories in his head. He found himself in Beacon Hills. Something about it seemed so familiar but it also… pulling at him somewhat.

- He found what remained of the Hale House.

- He visited the high school and narrowly escaped from questioning and curious adults about a random 10 year old.

- It wasn’t long before a Sheriff’s Deputy found him when he stole food from a food truck.

- He refused to say a word. And then he met the Sheriff.

- He was easy to talk to, he felt like he could trust him, and then he told him about what he remembered- about where he came from. He told him about the Hale memories in his head and the Sheriff thought it best to call the only Hale who could handle this.

that’s all i got so far but i’ll get into him meeting Derek (and Stiles) at some point. any thoughts? any ideas? feel free!

[rev-love-er]

everyone knowing what genre conventions are when screaming how amazing of a western The Mandalorian is vs. fans being upset The Acolyte is YA because they expected it to be Dark and Edgy and Mature

[radioactivepeasant]

Fic Prompts: Star Wars Wednesday

(Set immediately after the Book of Boba Fett finale)

"You sure about this?" the bounty hunter sounded like he was frowning under his helmet.

"Quit worrying!" Fennec scoffed. "Do you want to practice with the Darksaber or not?"

Boba stepped past them and slapped Din on the back. "Come on, beyora. The foundling is in good hands."

After a moment’s hesitation, Din sighed. "Alright."

He crouched down to set Grogu in front of the teenagers and said sternly, "You be respectful. You know what I mean."

Grogu squealed happily. "Bweer!"

Of course, Din instantly melted.

"I...no, no you can't come with Buir this time."

"Bweer! Bweer!"

"No, sorry buddy. You'd break the training remote. But I promise, we'll be back before bedtime, okay?"

Din scooped the toddler back up to gently tap his helmet to his forehead.

"You be good for Drash, okay? Leave the rancor alone."

"Hey, why does Drash get to be in charge?" Skad complained playfully.

Boba narrowed his eyes at him.

"You know why."

The other Mods snickered as the boy folded his arms and grunted, "Sneak out to teach the rancor tricks one time and you never live it down-"

"Well first of all, you let yourself get caught," Fennec snorted.

"Yeah, because Junior ratted me out!" Skad laughed.

"Fennec is right. Work on your stealth, Skad'ad," Boba said, a smirk betraying his feigned sternness, "and don’t let Grog'ika talk you into bothering Junior. After what Bane put him through, he needs his rest."

"Junior?" Din echoed, bewildered.

"The rancor," Drash supplied helpfully.

"You named the rancor Junior?"

"You named your 'ad Grogu?" Boba shot back.

"No I didn't! That was already his name!" Din protested.

[for-the-sake-of-color]

Star Wars Textposts [1 of ?] [x]

Nihlus is a Terrible Role Model, and Boba needs very little encouragement for Violence

[mandokarla-mavrok]

fmk: boba fett, javier pena, derek hale

Fornicate: Boba Fett

Marry: Derek Hale

Kiss: Javier Peña

You never specified the K 👀

[luke-shywalker]

I was shooketh when I witnessed that radio antenna come out of Aurra’s head

[stealingpotatoes]

some ppl very kindly loredumped abt the organa-solo kids for me so gonna put that + responses below the cut!! ↓

@erkhyan asked:

Don’t mind me, just dropping some Organa Solo kids lore, hopefully summarized enough. Anakin: both motivated and intimidated by the fact that his name was supposed to redeem that of his grandpa. Had his grandpa’s qualities (excellent pilot, great warrior, very strong in the Force) but none of his negative trait. Traumatized by being unable to save Chewie. Died a hero at age 16 during a successful mission to destroy a Jedi-killing weapon. Jacen: a big, empathetic goof as a teen, but was traumatized by the war that killed Anakin. The war and the trauma of Anakin’s death turned him into an introspective monk who went to learn weird non-Jedi Force powers. Returned, fathered a secret daughter, fell to the Dark Side because the Force told him that every timeline in which he’s not a Sith ends badly for his daughter. Became a Sith Lord by killing mara jade Skywalker. Eventually died when he found himself having to choose between saving his daughter from an Imperial plot, and dodging his sister’s lightsaber. Jaina: best pilot, best lightsaber user, best warrior, earned the nickname of Sword of the Jedi. Unfortunately, people mostly remember the fact that she was stuck in the world’s most annoying love triangle for two decades in-universe. And that time she processed the trauma of Anakin’s death by trying to seduce her Jedi Master. And that time she was in a bug hivemind that tried to solve her love triangle with a sexy threesome. And that time she went to train under Boba Fett so that she could kill Jacen in Luke’s stead. And also because the Jedi Order finally recognizing that she should have been a made a Master years ago, was almost the LAST thing that happened in the Legends continuity. Heavily implied that her husband would have eventually become Emperor (but a good one) if the continuity had been allowed to go on.

CHEWIE DIED??????????? also christ thats a lot to put on poor lil anakin jr-- ALSO AGAIN. POOR LEIA. HASNT SHE BEEN THRU ENOUGH (poor han too but LEIA)

WHY ARE THERE MORE STAR WARSES!!! LEAVE THEM ALONE!! a secret daughter hi i love those but AGAIN. POOR LEIA. A SITH. FR HE KILLED MARA JADE WHAT???????????? oh my god.

i support jaina's turboslaggery she's been thru so much also WHAT potential emperor husband????????? wow ok legends gets wilder n wilder

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@novastargalaxydesigns asked:

I saw your Jacen, Jaina, and Anakin from Legends! And as someone who freaking adores that trio, I'd love to help point out a few things! In Legends of the Force, Jacen starts to affiliate himself with the Dark Side with his cousin, Ben, as his apprentice. Anakin was killed before the book, The Joiner King, and I didn't get the book that he was killed off in, but if I remember correctly, it was told in The Joiner King that he was killed during a mission as a fighter pilot. Jaina, in Legends of the Force I believe if I remember correctly, she gave up being a Jedi to be a pilot. I don't have all of the Legends of the Force books so I may be a bit spiffy on a few things. But we cannot forget Chewbacca's nephew, Lowbacca aka Lowie, and Jacen's childhood and teen hood crush, Tenel Ka whom is a princess and he accidentally cut her hand off with his new lightsaber during the book Young Jedi Knights Lightsabers. And Zekke who went to the dark side in the series Young Jedi Knights (I only got the first 3), but was redeemed. Anyone please correct my nerdiness if I'm wrong. But anygays, you has been educated by a fluffy bean. Had a lovely day!

JACEN CORRUPTS LUKE'S KID??????? HUH?????? CAN THE SKYWALKERS NOT CATCH LIKE. ONE SINGLE BREAK FROM THE DARKSIDE EVER???????? PLEASE

sorry all i can think w the tenel ka thing is:

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@m0th-person asked:

To follow up on the solo kids ask, Jaina had a weird love life. Her love interest that she eventually married was Jagged Fel. He is the son of the former baron of the empire , Sootir Fel, and Syal Antilles-Fel (Wedge Antilles sister) . (a picture I found on Wookieepedia when he was imperial head of state, the white streak in the hair seems to be genetic) Jag grew up in Thrawn’s empire of the hand (and was grown up with the chiss expectations, that’s literally the second quote on his wookieepedia page)

he had 3 out of his 5 other siblings die. He eventually became the imperial head of state (he first lost to his rival political candidate for the role because abeloth messed with it) and flash forward to the legacy comics, his descendants have revamped the imperial remnant into the Fel Empire. It’s mostly believed that his descendants are also Jaina’s because both Roan fel and his daughter empress Marasiah Fel are both force sensitive. And Jacen Solo’s descendant , Ania Solo, says she’s a distant cousin of Marasiah. (Roan)

(Marasiah and her love interest) ( the imperial knights were grey Jedi that served the Fel empire) — and in legends Han actually had a family tree (ancestors, specifically, Jonash e solo (who was Corellian royalty and the admiral-prince during the old republic time period)) , and him and Jagged fel’s father used to rivals in the imperial academy. Darth Vader attended his class graduation and I only find this funny because Han became his son-in-law.

jaina was rlly living that booktok enemies to lovers life back in the 90s huh. go girl i love her and support her weird love life decisions so much

omg go han having fancy royalty ties <3 see hanleia IS politically advantageous

[dumbbitchenergy17]

Clan of Three (BOBF) - Chapter 2

Chapter Two: Return of the Mandalorian

Plot: A Mandalorian, an infant with a history of the jedi, and a teenager with similar powers with a slowly discovering lineage. With the child off with the Jedi, the close-knit pair continues their travels through the galaxy.

Word Count: 6.1K

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

Warnings: Wholesome fluff, father-daughter moments, just generally happy for one

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An apostate, a child off with the jedi, and a teenage girl with similar powers unsure of her Mandalorian or Jedi past. It was an unlikely group to have come together but now only two as they arrive at a spaceport, the crowds of people going towards their ship to take them to whatever planet in the galaxy or other is returning from parts of the galaxy. Your hand stayed clutched in the former Mandalorian’s as he leads you through the crowd. Luckily his intimidating appearance people moved out of the way making an easy path, you weren’t sure where he was taking you but you would follow him anywhere he goes.

“Attention, please. Flight 1020, nonstop service to Tatooine, is now ready for boarding at gate number one. All passengers, please proceed to the boarding area immediately.” An announcement goes off as Din follows the signs toward flight 1020.

“We’re going to Tatooine?” You ask and you see the boarding ship and both walk through a gate but the alarm goes off and a security droid appears, “Excuse me, you’re both going to have to remove your weapons.”

“I’m a Mandalorian. Weapons are part of my religion.” Din argues but the droid is adamant, “I’m sorry, sir, you can’t board a commercial flight with your weapons.” Din sighs frustrated about having to part with his weapons, “If you wish to discuss this with my supervisor, I will gladly book you on tomorrow’s flight.”

“Fine.” He says taking a card to open the check-in luggage in front of you both. Quickly pull out your blaster, and your vibro-knife placing them inside the crate, you hesitate with your saber before placing it inside. Watching Din as he places his blaster, shakes out the whistling birds, and slides the bullet capsules off his bandolier and you see people boarding the ship as he looks over before speeding up. Pulling out a pair of pliers you didn’t even know he had, the other bandolier he had strapped to his ankle, the charges on his belt, removing the wire from his vambraces coiling it up, before holding out the Darksaber before placing it in the case and closing it. Taking out the card he points at the droid,

“I know everything that’s in there.” “Proceed.” Din gives one last look at the droid before you both board the ship. The passenger lounge area filled with different people with you and Din settled in your seats. You had snatched up the window seat watching as you depart from Glavis Ringworld.

“Hey kid,” Din calls out and you turn away from the window looking at the man, “You were up real early. Try getting some sleep.”

You wave him off turning to look back at the window, “I’m fine…I’m not even tired.”

You snore quietly leaning against Din’s shoulder, it was the second they entered hyperspace you were out. Looking down at you Din fixes the hood that was slowly coming off your head and you shift mumbling something in your sleep before you are fast asleep. Though your mask covered everything minus your eyes he could see the total relaxation in your face the crease between your brows smoothed out as you peacefully dream. Din glances away at the cloth holding the two gifts for his children he only hoped you both enjoyed them. It was tradition for Mandalorians to gift the foundlings with small portions of beskar that they had earned. A flash of movement comes in front of him and he looks meeting the gaze of a Rodian child backward on his seat looking at him. The child stares at him before raising a hand and waving at him, Din makes no notion in return and his mother quickly pulls him back down to sit while scolding the small child. Din sighs trying to relax but he couldn’t with the dreaded news of becoming an apostate, Mandalore had been abandoned for years the planet apparently cursed a toxin for all. If he wished to be accepted again into the clan he would have to figure a way to get to Mandalore and bathe in the living waters…that’s if those even exist anymore.

You're gently awoken as you rub the sleep from your eyes as you follow Din exiting the ship where you see the same security droid waiting with the luggage card, “Welcome to Mos Eisley.” It greets you both as Din puts the card to open the luggage finding all your items still intact. Returning your weapons back to their rightful places and Din is back in full Mandalorian armor plus weapons he returns the card to the droid.

“On behalf of all our crew, thank you for traveling Star Liner Travel. We wish you a pleasant stay and hope to see you again very soon.” The droid wishes well as you both head off into Mos Eisley. It’s been a long time since you’ve been back to Mos Eisley just to your home planet in general, it felt natural being home. The sand beneath your shoes, the dual suns shining down on you the heat however for some unbearable it’s a welcoming feeling. Following Din through the streets before you grow closer to the Mos Eisley docking bay to return to a familiar friend. Entering the bay and heading towards a specific hanger you hear yelling coming from hangar 3-5 as you come down the stairs and Din whips out his blaster firing it at the womp rat killing it.

“Oh, good. Oh, boy!” Peli stands up looking at her savior spotting the two of you, “Hey, look, everyone. It’s Mando.” You see the droids cheer though hesitant with the man’s former anti-droid sentiment. Following behind as you pull off your hood and mask now out of the public eye and the woman spots you.

“Kid? That you! Look at you, you’re all grown up and sweet duds.” She compliments your new outfit and the growth since you were last here.

“What do we owe the pleasure? You here to slay another dragon? Chasing down some elusive bounty?” Peli asks wiping the sand off her pants as she moves around her hangar with the two of you following after, “I got your message.” Din says and she turns to look at you.

“Message? What message?” “You said you found me a replacement for the Razor Crest,” Din says and she snaps her fingers remembering.

“Yeah, that’s right. That’s what I said. That’s what I do. I’ve been working my butt off, yeah. Did you bring the cash?” She holds out her hand and Din pulls out the latest bounty tossing it to her, “It’s right here.”

“Mind if I count it? Not that I don’t trust you. I just wanna make sure you don’t give me too much.” She starts counting them before turning towards where her droids are poking at the dead womp rat, “Hey, droids, make yourself useful. Count this up, and then fire up the grill before that thing gets gamey. Right, this way. Wait till you get your eyes on this baby. So, where is your other unlikely companion?” She says over her shoulder as you follow,

“I returned him to his own kind.” Din explains and Peli gives him the most shocked look, “Why the hell would you do that? I could’ve made good money off that thing. Open a petting zoo.” She grumbles though laughs at her own joke.

“Where’s the ship?” Din asks and Peli gestures to follow to another hangar out from the sun, “Right this way. Ready to have your mind blown?” She says the businesswoman in her coming out as she moves in front of something covered in a tarpaulin before she pulls it off revealing a modified N-1 starfighter. Both of you have two different reactions.

“Holy shit!” “Where’s the Razor Crest?”

“I never said I had a Razor Crest. I said I had a replacement for a Razor Crest.” Peli clarifies though giving pizzazz hands towards the ship and you looking at the ship in awe…all the modifications that could be down. Though Pre-Empire this ship was good but better than the Razor Crest in aspects.

“I don’t have time for this.” Din turns to leave but Peli holds her hands up calling him back, “Hang on a second. Do you have any idea what this is? This is an N-1 starfighter, handmade for the royal guard and commissioned personally by the Queen of Naboo.” She explains slapping her hand on one of the engines and part of the cover falls off and you wince. Yeah, this wasn’t going well

“This is a pile of junk.” He deadpans and Peli sighs, “Do you want your credits back?”

“Yes.” He says and she wipes her hands, “No skin off my dip-swap. Droids, bring this lovely man his money. Here you go. It’s that easy. Sorry to waste your time. Okay?” You give Din a scolding look and he gives one right back both of you silently communicate as Peli sighs dramatically.

“While we’re waiting, can I tell you a little something about this honey?” She asks and Din has no choice but to listen as you both wait for the credits, “I know she doesn’t look like much, but you got here a lot earlier than I expected, and I didn’t get a chance to finish. I mean, clearly, you can see I’ve got all the parts right here,” Din fully pulls out a part of the ship that wasn’t meant to come out none of it fully put together as Peli opens a panel looking in, “Hmm? It all has a home. Okay? Oh, look, a family of scurriers. Let’s not disrupt the nest. You know how hard it is to find all original parts from way back in the Galactic Republic? I mean, these are all handmade. No droids. And not only that, what I’m gonna do, just because I like you, is I’m gonna add on some custom modifications that’ll make her faster than a fathier, and because this baby’s pre-Empire, she’s off the grid.” Peli says continuing to move around the ship as you both look at it. You could see the potential and you really did need a ship unless you were going to continue riding commercial flights or seedy transportation. “And did I mention, she can jump into hyperspace with no docking ring? I mean, come on! You gotta see the potential. Whoo! I’m telling you, Mando, you gotta believe me. This is a classic. Look, at least let me put her together before you decide. Can you give me that?” She says with a convincing tone as you look at Din who is silently looking at the ship before he sighs and nods.

Peli claps her hands together in glee, “There you go. Hmm? Get this baby up and goin’.” Before moving to start working on the ship before glancing at the two of you, “You know, it’d be a lot faster if you two helped.”

You’re already moving forward pulling your bag and cloak off ready to get down and dirty, “Really kid?” Din says seeing you quickly move to help to grab a piece of fabric to pull your hair back away from your face.

“I’m sorry I’m given the chance to work on an N-1 Starfighter yeah I’m not letting this opportunity pass.” You grin. For the first time in a long time, there was a smile on your face and excitement in your eyes and Din didn’t want to see that leave even though Peli is going to make you do all sorts of odd jobs.

“Actually Mando and I have this ship to work on,” Peli says and the smile fades slightly and your shoulders slump. Did she think you weren’t capable of working on this ship? Din could tell her about how you helped with the Razor Crest all the time. “However there is another project I need help with, you get it up and running while we work on this.” She says and you perk up, you get to work on a ship by yourself…you had died and entered heaven. Peli moves to another more secluded part of the hangar to another tarp covering a ship and she pulls it off your jaw drops and you're frozen in shock. Both Din and Peli look at the shocked expression on your face. You haven’t moved an inch just staring at it, if you blink it’s going to disappear.

“Kid-” “Holy kriffing shit!” You yell out in complete awe and jaw as you race toward the ship looking all around it in awe turning the corner and seeing a droid waiting beside it as well as beeps seeing someone. “There’s a droid too!”

“It’s a ship kid.” Din says not fully understanding your excitement and you run around to see Din again, “Not just any ship! This is a T-65B X-wing Starfighter used during the Rebellion and this model!” You point at the ship behind you, “Was used by kriffing Luke Skywalker when he destroyed the Death Star.” You ramble internally and externally freaking out being in the presence of this kind of ship, you whip your head over Peli, “Who’s ship is this, man I would die a happy girl if I ever got to fly this thing.” You sigh looking back at the ship.

“It’s a good thing it’s yours.” “Yeah my ship, she must be a luck-” You cut yourself when you register the words coming from her mouth, and you slowly turn back to face the two adults. “My…my ship?” Your voice cracks and Peli crosses her arms nodding,

“Yeah just need to fix it up since I was working on both at the same time.” Peli explains and you look at Din who looks also confused by this, “I didn’t get this for you.” Now you’re confused if Din didn’t get it then who…

“It’s a gift…” Peli says continuing to work on the N-1 barely glancing at you, “Some Marshal I think pretty good on the eyes told me to find this specific model plus the droid came as a bonus. Said it’s to count for the missed birthdays.” Peli goes back to working on Din’s ship while you turn to look at the X-Wing well your ship. You hear footsteps coming up and you glance at Din whose looking at the ship as well.

“Why didn’t you say your birthday passed?” He asks and you look up and him. He felt guilty being so busy with the bounties and keeping them afloat that he hadn’t even acknowledged the fact that you turned older. It just happened when someone mentioned your age and it switched from seventeen to eighteen. You shrug, “I don’t know, we seemed so busy with other things that it just didn’t seem important.” You completely forgot about your own birthday until you happened to see the date following it and realized you were eighteen. With Tatooine always hot there were no seasons to remind yourself but the only indicator of remembering your birth following your parents’ death was that four days after Empire Day you were born. Though the holiday was no longer celebrated when the day arrived and people would give their disgust and their ill comments to the Empire you would be reminded four days later that would be your birthday. Din goes to speak, to give you the gift resting in his satchel burning with its reminder but he’s called away by Peli.

Looking at the ship you hear a beep coming from your side looking at the droid, it was an astromech model similar to the blue and white one that Skywalker had, this one was red and white though a bit scratched up and dirt compared to the pristine one. “Alright, buddy I’m assuming you’re going to help me fix up this ship?” You ask and it beeps excitedly shaking side to side, “Alright R4 well I’m Y/n very nice to meet you.” You pat the top of its head as it beeps more. You stand up looking at the X-Wing that needed a lot of work.

“Okay let’s get to work.”

It was relaxing to just work at it, every ounce of work put in by your hands as you get it to function status before you could start modifying it. You were deep inside the X-Wing the canopy taken off resting to the side as you sat in the pilot’s seat, well after you had taken out the small nest of scurriers that seemed to have taken base in both yours and Din’s ship. The fusion cutter rest between your teeth as you fuse wires together having to change some of them which resulted in the panel right beside you being taken out showing an inside view of all the wires and parts of the controls.

“R4 turn just the tiniest bit..thank you!” You thank your droid as the light from its arm shines into the panel. Putting the new wire into the panel to have the navigation work the cables long fried and corroded. Climbing out landing on the sand looking over seeing Peli walk in with a turbonic venturi power assimilator.

“Great news! I found you a turbonic venturi power assimilator. You’re gonna be the fastest ship on the Outer Rim.” Peli says entering with the engine part and you come over R4 following behind you as you wipe some of the greases off your hands with a spare rag. Din looks over at the engine part in shock, “Where did you get this?”

“It’s brand-new. Well, Jawa-new.” Peli explains and Din still eyes the part, “The Jawas had a turbonic venturi assimilator from a Galactic Republic-era starfighter?”

“Well, they didn’t have it. They got it.” Peli explains as if it was obvious and anyone who has interacted with Jawas knew that. They were scavengers if you looked away from your belonging longer than a blink a Jawa would come and scoop it up and sell it to someone else.

“From where?” Din questions. “Tatooine is a garden of many bounties.” Peli exaggerates the sand-covered planet.

“I don’t understand.” Still, confused Din asks, “She gave them a list,” You speak up taking a drink of water that one of Peli’s droids was offering. Peli snaps her fingers at you for getting it right. “If you got a decent relation with some Jawas you can ask for things and they’ll find them for you.” You explain. For someone who stole and swindle through their pre-teens, she had gotten a good deal with some Jawas. The items she stole to give her parts that she would give to other Jawas for something better, this working for her speeder and other things she did to improve Mos Pelgo.

“A true Tatooine girl,” Peli says glad someone understood how it worked on this planet. “I don’t ask. They don’t tell. They give me what I ask for. In exchange, I let ’em pick through my dumpster.”

“Can I meet them?” Din asks and Peli nods, “Yeah, sure. R5! See if the Jawas are still out back,” You see the R5 droid zoom around the corner to go fetch the Jawas, “Dated a Jawa for a while. They’re quite furry. Very furry. Lot of issues.” You make a face when she smacks her lips together when speaking about them being furry. You hear the Jawas arriving from the back, “Oh, here they are.” She greets them.

“If I give them a list of parts, could they get them for me?” Din asks and Peli turns translating for Din before turning back to him, “They said make a wishlist and they’ll see what’s available.”

“Okay, I’m looking for mostly bolt-on aftermarket speed mods. This is all hand-built, custom. I’m guessing we need vintage hyperware if it’s gonna fit this antique.” Din says trying to think ahead about what might not be available.

“Listen to you. Don’t worry about the shape and size. Just get the parts you want with the specs you need, and I’m gonna make it work, all right? I dated a Jawa. I know what I’m doing, right?” Peli explains and one of the Jawas makes a comment about what Peli was doing but she waves them off, “Oh, that’s okay. I’m working on me right now. Just go find the parts.”

After Din gave his list to the Jawas and you added in one of your own you returned back to your ship to continue working. 

“I don’t know why you’re always in such a hurry. ‘Build me a ship. Fix my blaster holes.’ You know, I never went anywhere, and look how good I got it.” Peli chats to the silent Mandalorian as he works away letting the woman ramble, “You know, I’ve never even been off-world. That’s all right. I’m a local gal. Oh. Let me see that doohickey. Oh, yeah. Oh, that’s good. Good find. What else you got in there?” Din continues working before seeing the vapor manifold is missing,

“The entire vapor manifold is missing.” He brings up but the mechanic waves him off, “Trust me, the last thing you want strangling your thrust capacitor is a vapor manifold. I fabricated you this induction intake charger that’s gonna double your output coefficient.”

“It’ll also blow the shaft out of my motivator block.” He retorts but she shakes her head, “That’s why I’m reinforcing your compression housing, and you can access it by using this Kineso-switch right here. You hit this button, you’re gonna evacuate your exhaust manifold, if you know what I mean.” She flips a cover switch before pointing to a red button. Din has no choice but to listen and hopes she nods to what she’s doing. He had some familiarity with ships him having to be the one to take care of the Crest if they weren’t by anywhere but not a deep knowledge when it comes to experimenting with equipment.

He hears a crash come from a part of the hanger and his head whips to see you laying on the sand laughing your head off as the droid now on its side shakes and beeps frantically as you help it up while still laughing and speaking to it between giggles. Hidden behind beskar a smile grows on his face seeing your own happiness. It seemed too long since you were actually happy and for once you were relaxed though doing manual labor you seemed to enjoy it. Din would glance over at you seeing you work around the X-Wing as you contorted your body to fit in small spaces with the help of your droid. The item in his satchel weighs him down as a reminder but the slight fear of you not liking it holds him back to give it to you. You already seemed so happy with this gift how would you ever like his?

“Okay R4 let’s get some power to this while we wait.” You call out to the droid as it speaks to the MPH power droid that begins working. Sitting down on the sand you take in the pretty good-looking X-Wing, just needs the thruster you hope the Jawas have, a diagnostic check, a cleaning, and maybe a paint job and it’ll be set. You sigh pushing your hair back unintentionally getting grease on your head. You’ll have to take a sonic shower to clean up. The red and white droids come by you as you pat its head and it beeps from the praise, “We’re a pretty good team huh, R4?” It beeps agreeing with your comment. The sound of Jawas entering as they pull a cart of parts.

“That was fast,” Din says astonished by the speed as he looks over the parts some of the others he assumes are for your ship he was surprised by the parts you asked for some he doesn’t know the purpose. “These critters could find a skud in a krill pond. Will that do?” Two Jawas come in holding a cryogenic density combustion booster.

“Where did they get a cryogenic density combustion booster?” You ask looking at the piece in shock, “Do you really wanna know?” Peli asks and you nod genuinely curious as Peli turns to speak to them.

“I got it. They said they crawled under a Pyke spice runner and crimped it off while they were refueling.” Peli says and Din nods, “Gutsy little fellas.”

“Let me tell you something, Pykes do not mess around. Ever since they’ve been moving spice through the system, everything’s gone to hell. Everyone’s afraid of ’em and law enforcement won’t even go near ’em.” Peli warns you both and Din nods taking in the new information, “Well, thanks.” Din says before taking a small bag of credits and tossing it to one they all race off in glee as Peli looks in shock.

“What’d you do that for? You’re gonna spoil ’em. Are you trying to make me look bad?”

Finishing up with the help of Peli’s droid you let R4 run one last diagnostic check while you clean up. You forgot how little the sonic showers did vibrate the grease and dirt off your body, you felt cleaner but you were dying for an actual shower. Maker, you missed the Razor Crest sometimes.

You come out your hair slightly frizzy still wearing your grease-stained clothes and you see the pit droids drive out the now completely silver N-1 fighter minus a stripe of yellow that reminds you of the Crest.

“Looking good.” You comment leaning against a table as Din looks over at the ship nodding “Think she’s ready?” Din asks looking to Peli who wipes her greasy hands onto her dirty jumpsuit.

“Ready as she’ll ever be. Start her up.” She agrees and Din looks at her in surprise.

“Really?” He asks and she nods, “Yeah, start her up.” You smile watching him enter the ship getting comfortable, you see him try to start it up but the engine just sputters,

“It’s not turning over.” Din's voice comes through the comm, “Give it a little bit more juice.” Trying again the engine whirs before roaring to life.

“That’s a lot of engine for a little ship.” “Yeah, well, see what she can do!” Peli says excitedly to see the ship in action.

“Shouldn’t we run a diagnostic first?” Din questions but she reassures him, “Nah! I can hear her! She’s purring! Send her up!” You watch him take the N-1 up into the air before he flies further away from the ship. Peli turns to you seeing you watching the fighter leave,

“Come up let’s get yours out and up in the air.” You look at her surprised before a grin covers your face as you race over to your ship. With the help of Peli’s pit droids, they bring the ship out it is already fueled up and R4 enters the droid port, “Ship good R4.” You ask climbing on the ladder and hopping into the pilot’s seat. R4 beeps confirming your question as the pit droids remove the ladder the helmet that usually came with the X-Wing is long gone as you close up the canopy.

“You ever flown a ship before?” Peli's voice comes through your comms as you begin flipping up switches. Screens and buttons light up as you fire up the engine and it produces a satisfying roar before turning to a hum. You hear R4 fear from your possible first time flying. “A few fun trips that Mando definitely doesn’t know of.” The few times on the Crest when Din was sleeping and you had exited hyperspeed earlier so you took control, you’ve seen him do it a thousand times. You were actually pretty good though you did almost flip the Crest. The blaring of the ship woke up Din and you quickly put the blame on the child he believed it. Though more recently you were off on some planet and Din was off after a quarry while you were back at an inn. You had received a call on your comm from him needing your help and telling you to get there by any means possible. You had booked it finding you at the spaceport and though he never found out stole a starfighter. You had quickly learned on the go avoiding the other ships flying through but also the ones chasing you. You had lied when you arrived that you had stolen a speeder which you did end up doing when you were leaving with Din. He never found out about your little escapade with the starfighter.

Taking the joystick you depart from the hangar looking around at Mos Eisley, “Peli where did Mando head off to?” You ask and she quickly responds, “Told him to head to Beggar’s Canyon I’m sure you can catch up to him.” She says as you flip a switch watching the small screen load, guess you were testing the engine now.

“Yeah I got it, R4 buckle up.” You say as it beeps nervously, “Come on excited beeps…excited beeps.” Your body vibrated with excitement but also nerves as the progress screen just completed, “Alright punch it R4!” The overdrive thruster roars and you’re flying forward speeding toward Beggar’s Canyon. You hear the squeal from the droid as your laughter fills the cockpit. People on the streets feel the gust of air as the X-Wing zooms past them as you make your way after Din.

“Maker kid!” You hear Peli yell out seeing your departure, “What did you do to that ship?!” You grin at the civilization far behind you as the canyon grows closer, your hands grip the joystick adrenaline running through your veins.

“Let’s go R4!” You shout as the canyons appear quickly weaving through the twists and turns, “R4 get in contact with Din,” You say making your wave through the canyon and you hear the transmission go through.

“Din! Where are you at?” You call out reaching the ends of Beggar’s Canyon but finding no starfighter, silence comes through and you call out to him again, “Din…? Din can you hear me? R4 we’re clear, right? Get me Din’s coordinates” You ask and the droid beeps, so you were going through. A beep appears on your navigation system a set of coordinates.

The line cuts and you are frozen in fear..what happened? Did he get caught by someone…did the empire find him? Flipping switches to get the navigation connected to the coordinates sent, “R4 get that thruster ready again.” You say pulling the joystick straight towards you as you fly straight up out of the atmosphere heading towards him.

Din in the N-1 keeps his gaze forward as the two New Republic officers speak to him in their X-Wings. He had gone too fast on a commercial flight but he was more worried that they would recognize him. “Sorry, officer, I got a little carried away there. Transmitting now.” He transmits his beacon as the younger pilot comments, “Hmm. Your engine model doesn’t match your power drive.” 

“We just built her. I was taking her up for a test flight. Haven’t been able to update the registration just yet.” Din explains,

“We’re gonna need to see your title tabs. Send us a ping.” The pilot requests and Din curses slightly under his breath, “Yeah, sorry, officer, but my transmitter isn’t hooked up yet. I’ll head right back to Mos Eisley and get it sorted out.” Silence fills the space and the man speaks up,

“Relinquish your flight controls for remote-control access.” “Hold on a second there, Lieutenant. I think we can let him off with a warning this time.” The other pilot speaks up and Din sighs in relief.

“Thank you, officer. I’ll have that taken care of.” He thanks him preparing to leave, “One thing before you go.” He freezes definitely recognizing the voice of the other pilot.

“Yes?” “Your voice is mighty familiar. Did you used to fly a Razor Crest?” He asks. Kriff he was screwed but he just had to keep his head clear. He should have taught the kid how to fly, you were probably with Peli waiting for him to return.

“I think you have the wrong guy, officer.”

“That ship showed up on a transponder log back in Nevarro in an incident involving Imperial remnants. I’m just connecting some dots here. You mind answering a few questions?” The man says and Din slowly turns his head to look at the pilot to his left. Yeah, he knew him and that guy knew him.

“Hey officers, I would like to report a crime.” A new voice enters the transmission and suddenly both ships are spinning out of control Din takes the opportunity to travel sublight straight toward Tatooine. Both ships stabilize as the officers look seeing the same model ship before them. Reed and Teva see a girl wave at them before the ship jolts forward deep into space before they could go after and realize the Mandalorian is gone too.

“How did it jump? She didn’t even power up her hyperdrives.” Reed asks Teva as the older pilot thinks back remembering the young girl's voice on that Razor Crest the same one coming from the X-Wing.

“Didn’t jump, kid. Modified engine, I’ve never seen anything like it.” Teva responds and Reed sighs looking at his transmission, “There’s no trace of him or the girl on our sensors. We reporting this?”

“You want to go back to base, fill out reports all day?” Teva asks with a chuckle and Reed thinks about it before responding, “No, sir.”

Din arrives back at the hangar landing the canopy sliding open as Peli comes over, “Whoo! Well? How was it?”

“Wizard.” He responds climbing out and Peli chuckles right as another ship arrives maneuvering to land beside his ship. The canopy flips open and not even waiting for the ladder you’re bounding off landing on the sand as the astromech droid removes itself from its port.

“Yeah, I can die happy with this thing.” You say running your hand along the nose of the ship a grin on your face. Din was surprised to see you flying the ship, especially your arrival with the New Republic.

“When did you learn to fly like that?” Din asks and you freeze slightly, “Umm I’m naturally gifted..” You lie on the spot and he knows you’re clearly lying, “Okay I may have flown the Crest a few times…and also stolen a starship during your weeklong bounty.” You rapidly spill out the ending and he barely catches it.

He was less mad about the Crest at least he was there but you stealing a ship. “Kid.” He gets ready to scold you but Peli quickly jumps in.

“Mando you gotta admire it, you should’ve seen her fly. Whatever you did to that ship…Maker, you got a gift.” She compliments and you smile before giving a look at Din. See someone appreciates me fixing ships, “Those J-type pulse engines really tighten the old evacuation port, don’t they? Oh, by the way, an old friend of yours dropped by, said she was looking for you.” She says remembering what she was meant to tell you both. You look at Din confused he didn’t really have friends, especially women.

“A friend of mine?” He says and Peli waves him in reassurance, “Don’t worry. I told her I didn’t know where you were. Then I locked her out and engaged the hangar security system.” 

“She tell you her name?” Din asks trying to think of who it might be.

“Fennec Shand.” A shriek comes from Peli as Fennec’s voice comes through the intercom. There resting on a high platform the former assassin as she begins scaling down.

“I thought you said that the hangar security system was on,” She looks over at her droids that start running from her scolding, “Don’t get away from me. You come right back here. This is the third mistake this week. Someone’s getting deprogrammed.”

“By any chance, are you looking for work?” Fennec comes to stand before you two, “I could be.”

“The pay is good.” Fennec brings up a bag of credits tossing it to Din as he weighs it, “What’s the bounty?” He asks and she shakes her head.

“No bounty. We need muscle.” She explains, “For Boba Fett.” You say and she nods looking over at you quickly taking in this older version of yourself. You did meet when you were covered in blood and trying to kill…well him.

Fennec nods, “He sure would appreciate it.” She says and Din returns the bag, “Tell him it’s on the house. But first, I got to pay a visit to a little friend.” Hearing his response you had a feeling you knew who it was you were visiting.

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snippets of a possible star wars modern au I may make, but mostly just translating the events and characters of the series into a modern setting, let's call it "Whillstown". most of these are general fandom consensus, some are taken from AUs i've seen on Tumblr which I've really liked, but i've sprinkled some stuff of my own too

The Disaster Lineage is just a long, winding, complicated string of relationships. Great-Grandpa Yoda refuses to die and speaks cryptic riddles to whoever will listen. Grandpa Dooku won't shut up about politics and lives alone in a massive house with an adopted young adult going through one hell of a phase and his weird pet gecko. Anakin and Obi-Wan are adopted brothers, who both deal with their dad Qui-Gon's weird schemes and potential gambling addiction in the making. They've somehow befriended a kid called Ahsoka who babysits Ani's twins from time to time. Anakin's wife Padme is a town councilor and proud holder of the single set of brains in the entire family. Anakin is a real gearhead, with a loyal dalmatian named Artoo and a neurotic ginger cat called Threepio.

Palpatine is like. A regular politician. Somewhat shady, a bit controversial, but he's just the kindly mayor of Whillstown. The 'Dark Lord Sidious' meme spread when a young Luke Skywalker snapped a covert picture of the mayor in his favorite, hooded black dressing gown, and it's haunted the old man since.

Clan Fett is a gigantic extended family whom no one can make heads or tails of. Jango Fett is presumed to be the family's patriarch, despite only fathering a single son. Rex and Anakin are inseparable, while Obi-Wan and Cody are cordial co-workers who kinda had to become besties too in order to wrangle their brothers. Boba Fett is already a delinquent in his tweens, while an estranged offshoot somehow got custody of the only girl in the family.

'Mother' Talzin Opress is the neighbourhood witch. She has a... Complicated relationship with her three sons, and is an old friend of both Dooku and the mayor (She pretty much strongarmed Dooku into adopting the orphaned child of one of her late friends). Weird green light comes from her house at ungodly hours of the night, and few dare to even approach her door. Her eldest and middle children, Savage and Maul both started a punk rock band called 'Crimson Dawn', and even managed to unite all the town's bands for a music festival once. Maul and Obi-Wan beef over the pettiest shit, and Ahsoka beat him up once.

Han Solo and his dog Chewie live in a rundown trailer park off the outskirts of Whillstown. Despite being older than Luke and Leia by a few years, he became their best friend in their teens, something cranky old Ani does not approve of. He owns an utter shitbox of a Honda he lovingly calls the Falcon, which has a tendency to break down very often at the worst possible time. He also has beef with Boba Fett. Like, a LOT of beef with Boba Fett.

Lando Calrissian on the other hand is easily the most charming boy in town, and Han's ""best friend"". He always find success in his ventures while Han's numerous get-rich-quick schemes always find a way to blow up in his face, something the latter greatly resents.

In highschool, Leia got into a long feud with persnickety Headmaster Tarkin by way of numerous cases of malicious compliance and outright disobedience. The uptight principal was none-too-pleased to find the academy crest distorted into a 'wretched gray ball of death' one morning, after having imposed a strict break policy earlier in the week.