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entering-mymind · 5 years ago

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The Mandalorians

This is the first episode to a fanfiction of my take on the Disney+ series “The Mandalorian” I have added my OC character (Mando’s daughter) into the series, allowing the reader to get a deeper insight to Mando’s decisions. I do not own these characters and the story and dialogue goes to the respected credit of the screenwriters and creators of the show. I would love to hear feedback.

Chapter 1

The frosty planet had no effect on the Mandalorian, he stood fierce, monitoring the tracking fob as it guided him to a local cantina.

“Look at his glands, I bet we could sell them at the port,” the gangster declared to his buddy while speaking in Huttese.

“Please, please I have credits. Take them,” the blue fish looking Mythrol desperately pleaded.

“He’s young. The musk will be sweet,” the two gangsters picked up their target but spilled their drink in the process, “And now the real prize,” but he was interrupted by a stranger walking into the cantina.

The Mandalorian received many stares but caught the attention of the two hoodlums.

“You spilled my drink,” the gangster addressed the stranger but the Mandalorian walked to the bar ignoring all.

“Hey Mando!” the hoodlum walked towards the bar and spoke his phrase again, “You spilled my drink, Mando.”

Again the gangster was ignored when the bartender translated in case the Mandalorian didn’t speak Huttese, “He says you spilled his drink,” seeing a brawl about to unfold the bartender got the gangster a new one, “It’s fine, it’s on me.”

But the gangster turned his attention back on the Mandalorian, “Is that real Beskar steel?” when the two gangsters boxed Mando in as the bartender passed the drink.

“Here,” but Mando intercepted and took out his two assailants with ease, even killing one in the process.

Everyone in the cantina stared in apprehension and fear but the Mandalorian turned his attention on the Mythrol instead.

“Thank you, thank you very much,” the Mythrol began, “You have my heartfelt gratitude,” but Mando stared unenthused, “You know what? Here, you take my credits, buy yourself a drink,” when Mando illuminated a hologram with the Mythrol’s face.

“Huh, is that a bounty puck?” the Mythrol played dumb, “Is that me, uh look there must be some mistake. I can get you more credits.”

“I can bring you in warm, or I can bring you in cold,” Mando reached for his blaster as the Mythrol received the hint.

* * *

The two walked up to a Ferryman who spoke Kubazian, it awaited for orders, as Mando stated a request, “I need passage to the yards.”

The Ferryman played one note on his recorder when a speeder approached with a droid driver.

“No droids,” Mando stated in distain.

“I assure you, this speeder is brand new. It’s the latest model,” the Ferryman tried to sell but Mando flipped him a credit as the Ferryman signaled for another transport, which was spitting smoke and all beat up but at least was piloted by a human driver.

“Where to?” the pilot asked.

The three sped off approaching a ship in the snowy distance.

“You know what he’s looking for?” the Mythrol said pointing in the distance with his cuffed hands, “You’re looking for Ravinaks, right?” he asked the driver.

“It’s clear right now, but be careful near the port. Everyone dumps their Gray Holds out. They think the whole entire planet is their own personal stink pit. Here you are,” the driver eased up to a ship.

“You’re kidding me right,” the Mythrol said to the Mandalorian but Mando commanded him to get out of the speeder.

“I’ll hire us a Livery cruiser. No big deal. It won’t come out of your end. I’ll pay for it,” the Mythrol hoped to bribe, “I’m just trying to make it pleasant,” he ended.

“Hey it’s time to go, so let’s settle up,” the driver said as Mando paid, “I’d stay off the ice if I were you,” when he pulled away.

“You think there’s really something to worry about?” the Mythrol questioned in fear but his assumptions were clarified as he watched the driver get devoured by the massive creature that just emerged through the ice.

“Open the hatch!” the Mythrol ran but became stunned by fear as the creature made haste in his direction. Quicker than he thought, the Ravinak broke through the surface with its massive jaws and tried to claim another meal, but Mando pulled the Mythrol safely on board.

The two entered the cockpit rapidly while Mando fired up his ship.

“Dank farrik, that was close! Stay off the ice, that’s the understatement of the millennium,” the Mythrol exasperated.

The ship’s engines ignited with life when Mando began flight, but the Ravinak took hold of the landing gear preventing further movement.

“It’s taking us down. What’re you doing?” the Mythrol said in distress, “It’s got us. It’s gonna take us under. You gotta do something! We gotta get out of here,” the Mythrol pleaded where it seemed as if the Mandalorian was waiting for assistance but it never came, instead he took matters into his own hands.

Mando rose from his seat and grabbed his pulse rifle, he made his way to the lower deck of the ship taking a glance around, he realized the severity of the situation and gave up on the search in order to deal with the creature himself.

Mando lowered the hatch and gave the Ravinak a good electric shock from his rifle. With luck the creature released the ship and they were on their way. Mando made his way back to the cockpit as the two sat in silence, eventually the Mythrol began a one-way conversation.

“I like your ship. She’s a classic, Razor Crest am I right? Pre-empire? I have credits, by the way. That’s why I offered to hail a cruiser,” continued silence, “How much are they paying you?” The Mythrol could see the Mandalorian wasn’t interested and stayed focused on his flying.

“Is it true that you guys never take off your helmets? Oh boy I think I have to use the vacc tube, I mean I could do it here but if you’ve never see a Fledgling Mythrol evacuate their thorax, you’re a lucky guy, trust me,” still silence.

“Clearly there’s nowhere for me to go. So uh…I’m gonna look for that vacc tube if it’s all the same to you? Great,” the Mythrol got up from his seat when the cockpit door opened as he went to the lower deck, but Mando wasn’t worried because she didn’t like strangers in her artistic workspace.

* * *

The Mythrol climbed below in anticipation and began to explore. In the back far corner of the ship a vacc tube stood as the Mythrol declared he found it.

“Thanks it might take awhile, I’m molting,” he began to walk around hoping to find an escape pod and continued talking for a distraction, “Oh, this feels a lot better, I haven’t evacuated since the solstice,” he walked further and entered into another room of the ship, sheets of paper were spread along the floor while art supplies were scattered all around.

The Mythrol took interest, analyzing the works of art that depicted sceneries of different planets across the galaxy when a few had weird interpretations of what appeared to be from a dream.

He never thought the Mandalorian was the artistic type when he continued talking and looked for the hatch, “Yeah I was hoping to be free for Life Day. Maybe even, uh,” when his journey continued further but a solid golden slab of a Rodian caught his attention.

In panic the Mythrol noticed a series of hanging golden slabs, one behind the other, consisting of a plethora of specimens.

“Even uh, get home to the family,” he said losing his words, quickly he started to side step away from the carbonited prisoners hoping this wouldn’t be his fate, when he felt a presence directly behind him, “But I guess that’s not gonna happen this year,” he ended.

In terror the Mythrol turned around fearing the Mandalorian’s wrath but a different Mandalorian gazed upon him.

“You talk to much,” the young female Mandalorian pointed out. Without hesitation she kicked the Mythrol into the machine making it roar to life. Once the carbonited process finished she glared at her newest blank canvas and decided to give the Mythrol a little flare. She chose to give him an over exaggerated expression making him appear almost cartoonish. Once finished with her masterpiece she hung their latest bounty with the others wondering if she should spruce up any of the others with her talent.

Once she was done with her fun, young Mando made her way up to the cockpit and took her usual seat, “You know I don’t like it when you allow the bounties to just roam freely about the ship,” she stated in annoyance.

“I don’t like when Ravinaks think my ship is a snack. Where were you, did you have an episode?” Mando questioned in concern.

“No, I’m fine. I wasn’t aware fighting off giant Ravinaks became my responsibility, next time I’ll just shock it with my pulse rifle…oh wait I can’t because I don’t have one, so remind me again how I was suppose to get the Ravinak to detach? Ask it nicely?” young Mando got up irritated and headed back to the lower deck. There she would create more works of art hoping this would calm her down due to being frustrated with her father.

* * *

The Razor Crest made it’s way to the planet of Nevarro so Mando could drop off the bounties him and his daughter collected. Once landed on the outskirts Mando made his way below.

“Stay on the ship and help with the unloading once Karga’s crew arrives,” Mando instructed his daughter.

“What, why don’t I get to come along?”

“No arguing,” Mando stated firmly and left to meet Greef Karga, head of the Bounty Hunter’s Guild.

Mando made his way through the small town and entered the Guild’s cantina with all eyes on him. Mando never let the other Guild member’s jealousy affect him when he approached Greef Karga who sat in the corner booth.

“Ah, that was fast, did you guys catch them all?” Karga questioned while Mando laid down a bunch of tracking fobs, “Good. I’ll command the off-load,” when Karga spoke Huttese to some crew as they left for the Razor Crest.

Mando took a seat opposite of Karga when he began to make small talk while he got out Mando’s payment.

“So where’s the kiddo?” Karga referred to Mando’s daughter, “Grounded for painting on the carbonited prisoners again?” Karga joked but didn’t mind the artistic flare she exuded.

“No,” was all Mando replied.

“Now I know it’s not my place but Naboo has an excellent art program. She could study music, theater, art, maybe even politics. I heard that planet turned out some great politicians in the past. You should consider it, a talented kid like her shouldn’t be involved with bounty hunting,” Karga set the payment on the table when Mando ignored Karga’s suggestion.

“These are Imperial credits,” Mando said not thrilled.

“They still spend,” Karga stated.

“I don’t know if you heard, but the Empire is gone.”

“It’s all I got.”

Quickly Mando picked up the fobs when Karga stopped him, “Save the theatrics. Fine, I can do Calamari Flan, but I can only pay half.”

“Fine,” Mando handed over the fobs and took the payment.

* * *

Back at the Razor Crest young Mando let Karga’s crew on board as she helped them unload the bounties, finding this as demeaning she kept to herself when suddenly one of the crewmembers cautiously addressed her.

“Um…Greef Karga wanted me to give this to you,” he slowly stepped forward afraid of what she could possibly due to him.

Finding his hesitation amusing she approached and noticed a small rack filled with a line of tiny jars. Each one was unique and filled with a specific color she had never seen before.

“Karga said these paints are very rare, only can be made from certain seashells that surface once every fifty years. He says he doesn’t have favorites but I think that’s an understatement.”

In excitement she took the gift mesmerized by it, she couldn’t wait to start creating with them and finally, in what felt like forever, displayed a smile under her helmet that no one would ever see.

* * *

“I have a bail jumper, a bail jumper, another bail jumper, a wanted smuggler,” Karga put several pucks on the table when Mando declared he would take them all. “Now hold on, there are other members of the Guild, and this is all I have.”

“Why so slow?” Mando questioned.

“It’s not slow at all, actually, very busy. They just don’t want to pay Guild rates. They don’t mind if things get sloppy.”

Frustrated Mando made a suggestion, “What’s your highest bounty?”

“Not much, five thousand.”

“That won’t even cover fuel these days.”

“There is one job.”

“Let’s see the puck,” Mando said.

“No puck, face to face, direct commission, deep pocket.”

“Underworld?”

“All I know is no chain code,” Mando glared at Karga in frustration as he held out a card, “Do you want the chit or not?” Karga waited while Mando hesitated and then vigorously took it.

Mando stood and half turned showcasing his hand on his blaster, more to display a warning than a threat, “And you’re right about one thing, it’s not your place when it comes to decisions for my daughter,” Mando stated sternly and then walked out leaving Karga shaking his head in scrutiny, but with a smirk on his face knowing his gift brought the kiddo some joy.

* * *

Trying to disregard Karga’s suggestion, Mando couldn’t help and ponder over her future. Was this the way for her, a life in bounty hunting or should she be able to choose a life for her own? A debacle Mando continued battling over since she entered his life, he wanted nothing more than her happiness, but her safety was main priority.

Mando meandered his way through the town when he ventured down some secluded streets and came upon the client’s door. He knocked loudly as a droid popped out from the wall asking for clearance when Mando showed the chit. The droid scanned the card and then allowed his access.

Mando followed a droid down a dark hallway, always on guard when he entered a room showcasing four Stormtroopers and an older gentleman – who appeared Imperial- sitting at a table located in the center of the room.

“Greef Karga said you were coming,” the client said as Mando approached the table.

“What else did he say?” Mando replied.

“He said you were the best in the parsec,” when unexpectedly a side door opened when a man – who appeared to be a doctor- walked through.

Immediately Mando thought this to be a threat and so drew his weapons as the Stormtroopers also reacted, “Freeze!” One trooper yelled.

“Drop your weapons!” Another commanded.

“No, no, no, pardon. Uh sorry,” the doctor stated nervously, “I didn’t mean to alarm,” as Mando kept one blaster pointed at the doctor and his pulse rifle on the troopers.

“This is Dr. Pershing, please excuse his lack of decorum. His enthusiasm out weights his discretion. Please lower your blaster,” the client requested.

“Have them lower theirs first,” Mando demanded.

“We have you four to one,” one Stormtrooper stated in blind confidence.

“I like those odds,” Mando said without hesitation.

“He also said you were expensive,” the client tried to draw Mando’s attention, “Very expensive, please sit,” when he commanded the troopers to lower their weapons with a wave of his hand.

Mando lowered his also and took a seat at the table hearing out his assignment. When everyone was settled down the client unveiled an item Mando had not seen in years.

“Beskar,” Mando said to clarify.

“Go ahead. It’s real. This is only a down payment,” the client said while Mando picked it up to inspect the small slab for himself, “ I have a camtono of Beskar waiting for you upon delivery of the asset.”

“Alive,” Dr. Pershing chimed in.

“Yes alive, although I acknowledge that bounty hunting is a complicated profession. This being the case, proof of termination is also acceptable for a lower fee,” the client said.

“That is not what we agreed upon,” the doctor said in confusion.

“I’m simply being pragmatic.”

“Let’s see the puck,” Mando requested.

“I’m afraid discretion dictates a less traditional agreement. We can only offer you a tracking fob,” the client signaled the doctor to give the fob over to Mando.

“What’s the chain code?” Mando asked.

“We can only provide the last four digits.”

“Their age? That’s all you can give me?” Mando stated in confusion.

“Yes. They’re fifty years old. We can also give you last reported positional data. Between that and the fob, a man of your skill should make short work of this,” the client said in certainty as Mando rose to exit when the client continued, “The Beskar belongs back into the hands of a Mandalorian. It is good to restore the natural order of things after a period of such disarray, don’t you agree?” the client ended but Mando walked out before giving an answer.

* * *

Mando walked back to the Razor Crest to collect his daughter because together they would visit the secret covert of the Mandalorians.

“How many bounties do we have to slave over this time,” she said unenthused.

“Come, we have some upgrading to do,” her father said cryptically.

Confused yet intrigued young Mando stored her supplies away and followed. The two walked down the hatch when Mando glared at his daughter disbelieving her constant mistake.

“How many times do I have to remind you?” Mando questioned.

“Obviously every time I leave the ship, geez what’s the big deal, no one would be stupid enough to board, let alone steal,” she replied.

“Don’t argue with me. The galaxy is filled…” but Mando was cut off.

“Yah, yah, with scum and villainy, blah, blah, blah. I don’t need another lecture. I understand, lock and activate the security protocol always before leaving the ship. Message received Papi,” she said while playfully saluting but her father didn’t find her antic cute.

Teenagers, he never acted like this when he was her age, but every generation seemed to turn out differently, he would just have to keep at her until she reached her age of independence, which was right around the corner. Only a little over a month, he pondered saddened, then she would receive the honorary title of Mandalorian and be able to choose to either continue bounty hunting with him or another. A clan of two there always were because this is the way.

Mando and his daughter made their way through the town discreetly. The citizens knew better than to mess with a Mandalorian, let alone two, so they shouted for passing customers to stop by their shops while ignoring the two bounty hunters. This upset young Mando because even though she appreciated the people’s respect for them, she hated the constant fear. She always imagined setting up her own booth to sell her art, but this was not the way, so she kept her dreams to herself.

The two made their way to a secret underground corridor, descending down the staircase and into the bleak darkness. This was where the remaining Mandalorians stayed hidden and safe.

Mando and his daughter walked down the corridor to find their destination with the Armorer, along the way young Mando waved at the younglings who ran playfully past her, returning her gestured happily to see them again. She always enjoyed the little ones company, telling them stories of her and her father’s adventures or teaching them how to paint and draw.

Unfortunately she knew their stay wouldn’t be long and so followed her father into the armory. She took a seat next to him as the Armorer acknowledged their presence and sat opposite. Mando placed the Calamari Flan and the slab of Beskar on the table for the Armorer to inspect.

“This was gathered in the Great Purge,” the woman Armorer picked up the Beskar almost in disbelief, “It is good it is back with the Tribe.”

“Yes,” Mando replied while young Mando stayed silent and in shock she was witnessing this event.

She had only heard tales of Beskar from other Mandalorians, but to see it in the flesh had a different meaning.

“A pauldron would be in order,” the Armorer suggested to Mando, “Has your signet been revealed?” she addressed to Mando knowing his daughter was not yet of age.

“No,” Mando said in honesty.

“Soon,” she reassured, rising to begin her work when Mando made a request.

“I would like my daughter to receive some Beskar as well.”

“Of course, it appears a new thigh guard is in need, it shall be done,” the Armorer began her work melting down the slab of Beskar to formulate the armor pieces, “This is extremely generous. The excess will sponsor many Foundlings.”

“That’s good, I was once a Foundling,” Mando reveled when his daughter glared at him in sadness.

She knew of her father’s childhood, losing his parents at such a young age during the Clone Wars and the reason for his disdain for droids. She would hate droids also if they killed her father, but instead she tried to control and understand the machines, she hoped to change her father’s opinion on them someday but that was a lost cause.

It didn’t take the Armorer long before she finished her masterpieces, once completed she securely placed the armor on her two subjects and sent them on their next mission.

* * *

The Razor Crest made way towards the planet of Arvala-7, a desert looking world located on the Outer Rim Sector. Unable to pinpoint an exact position of the asset, Mando landed in a general location so then he could use the tracking fob to his advantage. He lowered the hatch and pulled his pulse rifle ready in case of any danger, he was unfamiliar with this planet and didn’t know the terrain, locals, or wildlife.

“Stay on board until I surveillance the area,” he commanded of his daughter.

“But…” she was about to argue when all he did was give her a glare of warning, silencing her debate, “Right, stay on board until you give clearance, story of my life,” she said under her breath while making her way back into the ship.

Mando walked a few feet away, pulling out the tracking fob to get a read of where the asset might reside. The fob began beeping a little faster when he pointed it North, seeing this as the best option to lead with, Mando looked through his rifle’s scope and noticed some weird creatures ahead in distress.

They appeared large, but half the size of a Dewback, and walked on two legs. Their mouths were filled with rows of teeth but had stumpy arms that seemed to do nothing but hang. He continued watching the herd and noticed their path of direction change course as they headed his way, but out of the corner of his eye another herd – of the same creatures- side swiped him.

Mando was knocked onto his back and almost trampled when he began rolling side-to-side maneuvering himself in order to avoid their feet. The herd continued their stampede when out of the blue a massive cat like creature sprung for the attack. It leaped on top of one of the Blurrgs but their hide was impossible to penetrate with a normal blade, but the Nexu cat had its razor sharp claws.

The Nexu, upset with its miss of prey, scrambled through the herd looking for another attempt when it’s four eyes laid upon Mando. It pounced with force, securing its jaws on his arm, thrashing him around like a rag doll. Grunting in distress, Mando had to get this creature off of him fast because the gauntlet the creature had a hold of was giving way.

From the ship young Mando heard the commotion and her father’s distress, she ran down the hatch and instantly to her father’s aid. Mando tried to tell her to get back but he was to pre-occupied trying to stay alive and not lose his arm. His gauntlet was slowing cracking under the cat’s jaws of pressure when young Mando pulled out her Vibroblade and stabbed the Nexu in the brain, or so where she thought its brain was.

Becoming enraged, the Nexu let go of Mando and turned its attention onto his daughter, leaping on her and going for the kill. All of her father’s teaching flashed into her mind as she fought the menacing creature. Her arms stayed crossed in front of her, resting the Nexu’s chin on her forearms, this was to prevent the Nexu’s jaws from clamping down on her head. Her Vibroblade held tight in her hand but she was inebriated to use it.

Her heart palpitated, sweat began to manifest, along with that suppressed feeling beginning to awaken. She could feel it vibrate from her core ready to release without warning, she had to keep composure and not allow her fear to overrun her, fear clouded judgment and now was not the time to lose one’s head; literally.

Mando immediately rose to his feet ready to fight the Nexu to the death but the hysterical Blurrgs turned their distress onto Mando, taking their anger out on him. They used their large heads to battle ram him, he was thrown to the ground multiple times as they ping ponged him with their feet.

Mando couldn’t have this be their demise and tried everything to get free so he could reach his struggling daughter, when suddenly he felt the ground beneath him quake. He knew if he didn’t reach her in time to help calm her down unthinkable events would manifest.

Mando ignited a stream of flames from his crushed gauntlet as this sent most of the Blurrgs back, but two instantly went down due to being hit by a tranquilizer. The herd immediately ran away when Mando loaded his pulse rifle and fired multiple shots at the Nexu, finally penetrating through its fur and killing it.

At once Mando rushed to his daughter’s aide noticing her panic, the heavy cat laid on top of her when the surrounding terrain began to vibrate more intensely as he approached. The loose gravel and small stones started to take life, floating ever so slightly off the ground as her terror escalated. Mando, with all of his strength, rolled the cat off of her and over looked her for any serious injuries. Luckily her armor with held the Nexu’s claws as she laid there, shaking, with Vibroblade still in hand.

“You’re alright,” Mando placed his hands on the sides of her helmet, forcing her to look at him, “Focus on me, breath, relax, you’re safe, breath,” Mando continued repeating this mantra as if this would calm her down, “Listen to my voice, focus, breath, you’re safe,” he continued and noticed his daughter’s body calming, her breathing returning to normal, while the quaking seized and everything became stagnate.

“Good, good, can you sit up?” Mando questioned looking at her as if she would break, all she did was nod her head “yes” and performed the motion with his help.

Mando sensed someone approach behind him and realized this was the individual who shot the tranquilizers, stunning the Blurrgs who had a hold of him, and if not for this individual his daughter might be dead. Mando helped her to her feet and turned to the individual who was riding one of the Blurrgs so he could give his gratitude.

“Thank you,” Mando said in sincerity.

“You two are bounty hunters?” the Ugnaught – a small pig like creature - lead with.

“Yes,” Mando replied wondering this stranger’s intention.

“I will help you. I have spoken,” when the Ugnaught kicked his Blurrg and lead the two hunters to his living quarters.

* * *

Everyone sat inside the Ugnaught’s tiny home, circled around the fire as tea brewed while Mando fixed his damaged gauntlet.

“Many have passed through. They seek the same one as you,” the Ugnaught told.

“Did you help them?” young Mando asked.

“Yes. They died.”

“Geez, maybe we don’t need his help,” she said in all seriousness to her father.

“You do, I can show you to the encampment,” the Ugnaught reassured.

“We will need his help,” Mando said to his daughter when he placed down a tool the Ugnaught gave him as he pulled out the destroyed fob.

“Great,” was all she said.

“What’s your cut?” Mando began negotiating.

“Half,” the Ugnaught replied.

“Half the bounty to guide? Seems steep.”

“No. Half of the Blurrgs you helped capture.”

“The Blurrgs? You can keep them both.”

“No, you both will need one to ride. The way is impossible to pass without a Blurrg mount,” the Ugnaught informed.

“We don’t know how to ride Blurrg,” young Mando chimed in.

“I have spoken.”

The next morning Mando and his daughter began lessons with the Ugnaught, but lessons were not going so well. Repeatedly Mando was thrown from the Blurrg while young Mando and the Ugnaught watched.

“Perhaps if you remove your helmet?” the Ugnaught suggested.

“Oh that’s a big no, no,” young Mando stated, “It’s smart he protects his head, one to many concussions in the past,” she tried to joke but the Ugnaught wasn’t amused.

“Perhaps he remembers I tried to roast him,” Mando shouted frustrated.

“This is a female. The males are all eaten during mating,” the Ugnaught clarified.

“Eww,” young Mando expressed, “Come on Papi you can do it,” she encouraged as Mando attempted again but was thrown once more.

He made his was to the surrounding fence hoping for a new form of transportation, “We don’t have time for this. Do you have a land speeder or speeder bike that I could hire?”

“You both are Mandalorians. Your ancestors rode the great Mythosaur. Surely you can ride this young foal. Why don’t you let her try,” the Ugnaught pointed to Mando’s daughter.

She stood there unknowing what her father was thinking when he nodded his head to signal her the go ahead. A bit nervous, she entered the enclosure and slowly approached the Blurrg, arm extended, while trying to read its body language. Was it frightened of her, was it angry with someone trying to tame and ride it, or did it only want to choose and give its acceptance instead of being forced?

“I got this, I can do this, no worries,” young Mando encouraged herself seeing those huge eyes peer at her and jaws slowly opening to revel its teeth. Slowly she approached when something deep inside spoke to her, practically guiding her on how to assess this creature.

She seized in her step while keeping her hand extended, nervously the Blurrg became anxious and appeared to attack as Mando was ready to intercept, but the Ugnaught encouraged him for her to be able to do this on her own. In anticipation Mando watched from the sidelines hoping his daughter knew what she was doing.

The Blurrg started to do a dance and then ran towards her in full force, she continued to listen to the inner voice as it said to show respect. How could one show respect to a creature? Make yourself look small, not infuriating, so she kneeled to one knee and bowed her head while still extending her hand out.

With this gesture the Blurrg immediately stopped its charge and approached slowly, placing its snout gently on her outstretched hand. Feeling its gesture, young Mando lifted her head and stared into the creature’s black eyes almost as if she could hear it speak to her. She rose to her feet and stroked the Blurrg’s head awaiting approval for her to mount. With a jerk of its head the Blurrg lifted young Mando to its back as she sat on top shocked she had achieved this task. Smiling under her helmet, young Mando peered at her father proudly as she could see his pride for her radiate in secret.

“Sometimes the child becomes the teacher,” the Ugnaught stated when Mando glared at him realizing the truth behind the statement.

Mando knew soon she would have to eventually go on her own, maybe even make a clan of two with another, but he still had time.

“Now it’s your turn,” the Ugnaught said to Mando, “I have spoken.”

Luckily Mando took his daughter’s achievement into consideration because this allowed him to tame his Blurrg quickly. The Ugnaught lead the way to the asset while Mando and his daughter followed. The terrain was rough, large cracks stretched for miles along the ground, ones the Blurrgs could easily jump, where a human could not. Finally the three approached a hill and stopped.

“That is where you’ll find your quarry,” the Ugnaught said.

Mando handed him a small pouch filled with credits but the Ugnaught refused.

“Please. You deserve this,” Mando declared.

“Since these ones arrived, this territory has been an endless stream of mercenaries seeking reward and bringing destruction.”

“Then why did you guide us?” young Mando questioned.

“They do not belong here. Those that live here come to seek peace. There will be no peace until they’re gone,” the Ugnaught explained.

“Then why do you help?” Mando asked.

“I have never met a Mandalorian, I’ve only read the stories. If they are true, you two will make quick work of it. Then there will again be peace. I have spoken,” when the Ugnaught collected their Blurrgs while waving farewell to Mando and tipped his head to young Mando.

* * *

Walking a small distance, Mando and his daughter approached a ravine, situated below was a series of buildings but defended by several guards.

“What do you see?” young Mando asked as Mando glared through his hand held scope.

“About eight Nikto’s stationed around the premises,” he informed.

“Should be easy enough, once you take your primary position and snipe most of them away, then I’ll draw the rest so you can obtain the asset,” she suggested.

“How about you take primary position this time,” Mando said while unbuckling his pulse rifle and handing it to his shocked daughter.

“What?”

“You’ve proven yourself, take your position on top of that building. I’ll wait here and surveillance until you’re set.”

“Are you being serious or is this an undertone for a lesson you’re trying to teach me? I can’t tell because you’re face is always so hard to read.”

Mando just tilted his head in annoyance and handed her the rifle.

“You know I’ve only taken practice shots with this…I mean cleaned it for you while you were sleeping,” she caught herself but Mando knew better.

“Go before I change my mind,” he said shaking his head while displaying a half smile underneath, “Turn your close range comms to channel two,” he reminded by tapping the side of his helmet because that was where their communications resided.

Performing the action so she didn’t forget, young Mando quickly made her way down the ravine to get into position, excited to finally be able to actually contribute to her father’s mission.

Mando kept a firm eye on his daughter, if anything went array he would intervene immediately when some of the guards became distracted. Mando followed their stares through his scope and noticed an IG-11 bounty hunter droid approach.

“Subparagraph 16 of the Bondsman Build protocol waiver compels you to immediately produce said asset,” IG-11 computed but the guard’s didn’t respond, instead one drew its weapon sending IG-11 into attack mode and opening fire, taking most out.

“Whoa!” young Mando said in shock, she had never seen an IG unit before and boy were they lethal, “Papi do you see this, they are securing the perimeter,” she radioed.

“Huh, droids,” he replied in irritation while making his way down to clean up the machines mess.

“Subparagraph 16 of the Bondsman Guild protocol waiver compels you to immediately produce said asset,” IG-11 repeated.

“IG-Unit! Stand down,” Mando shouted while stepping around a pillar.

The act of surprise made IG-11 shoot first and ask questions later, luckily the blast hit Mando in the pauldron.

“Papi!” young Mando shouted and put the IG-Unit in her scope, “Do you want me to take it out?”

“No, we might be able to use it.”

“Copy that because we are going to need all the help we can get,” as she could see approaching militia.

“I’m in the Guild,” Mando exclaimed to the IG-Unit by showing his fob.

“You are in the Guild? I thought I was the only one on assignment,” IG-11 stated.

“That makes two of us. So much for the element of surprise.”

“Sadly, I must ask for your fob. I already issued the writ of seizure. The bounty is mine,” IG-11 declared.

“Unless I’m mistaken, you are, as of yet, empty handed,” Mando reminded it.

“This is true.”

“I have a suggestion.”

“Proceed.”

“We split the reward.”

“What, are you kidding me!” young Mando stated but was ignored.

“This is acceptable,” IG-11 agreed.

“Great. Now let’s regroup out of harms way and form a plan,” Mando began, “My partner is positioned on top of that building and she sees a convoy making their approach,” Mando informed.

“I will of course receive the reputation merits associated with the mission,” IG-11 demanded.

“Can we talk about his later?” when blaster fire started in.

“Papi, they are getting closer. They have shield protectors, I don’t have a clear shot,” she stated.

“I require an answer if I am to proceed,” when hidden guards revealed themselves on top of the roofs hitting IG-11, “Alert…alert…alert.”

Suddenly more Nikto guards filed out from the buildings and gave hell towards IG-11 and Mando. Quickly Mando radioed to his daughter, but she was unable to respond because she was taken by surprise and was in a brawl herself.

“Come in, are you alright?” Mando screamed in case her comms was a tad out of range, but no response. He had to trust her, plus his situation was becoming to hot and shouted for IG-11, “Let’s go.”

The two began shooting their way towards the main double doors that had sealed, they each made it behind a pillar when IG-11 stated the obvious.

“It appears we are trapped. I will initiate self-destruct sequencing,” revealing a thermal detonator in its chest cavity.

“Whoa, you’re what!” Mando exclaimed.

“Manufacturers Protocol dictates I cannot be captured. I must self-destruct.”

“Do not self-destruct, my partner will take these guys out, come in,” Mando radioed his daughter again but only static came through.

She knew she couldn’t lose her cool, she had to stay calm and complete her mission to protect her father. The Nikto had her pinned to the ground, pulse rifle pushed firmly against her throat, choking her to the point of unconsciousness.

She couldn’t go under, he was counting on her, he felt she was ready for this task, she wasn’t going to disappoint him, but mostly herself. With quick thinking, she slide her foot in position and bucked the Nikto forward with her hips, giving her a window to get her knees up to her chest and placing her feet on the Nikto’s stomach. Without hesitation she flipped the Nikto behind her as it plummeted off the building and onto the ground distracting the others below. She immediately rolled into position and began taking out the exposed guards.

Seeing this as their opportunity Mando yelled for IG-11 to cover him as he attempted to over wire the blaster doors so they could take cover inside, but even with his daughter’s friendly fire there were still to many of them. Again Mando and IG-11 took refuge behind a pillar realizing that they had become pinned.

“I thought your partner was a skilled sniper?” IG-11 pointed out.

“She’s doing her best,” Mando defended.

“I will initiate self-destruct.”

“Do not self-destruct. We’re shooting our way out.”

Young Mando was just about to inform her father of the huge blaster canon when he stepped out into the open, guns a blazing, when he found out for himself.

“Okay,” Mando realized his outcome and again took refuge behind the pillar as the blaster canon opened fire, “New plan.”

“Beginning self-destruct countdown,” IG-11 stated exposing the detonator again.

“No. Stop it,” Mando pressed the side of his helmet to communicate with his daughter, “Aim for the barrel.”

“Okay,” she responded and began firing but this had an opposite effect, instead this drew the canons attention onto her and gave hell to her position.

“NO!” Mando screamed, “IG draw the others fire, I’ll take out the canon.”

“Acceptable.”

“Go!”

IG-11 stepped out of hiding but was immediately hit, falling to the ground. Mando could see the destruction the canon made to the building his daughter was on when the structure began to collapse.

The Nikto continued his reign of fire determined to make the building crumble and so it did. Furious beyond belief Mando shot his gauntlet’s grappling hook, wrapping the wire around an opening of the canon, swinging off the Nikto occupant while taking the gun for himself.

In rage Mando used his body weight to rotate the blaster fire around the complex, leaving no survivors. The situation appeared to be in their favor when Mando ran towards the crumbled building, rummaging through the debris in a frantic.

“No, no, no, please, please,” when from the corner of his eye something caught his attention, in a limp his daughter approached from an adjacent building she must have jumped to.

Without thought Mando ran towards her and embraced her; not caring if anyone saw his affection. He then held her at arms length overlooking her for any signs of serious injuries.

“Are you alright, are you injured?” he pestered.

“I’m fine really,” young Mando tried to sell but once she placed pressure on her left ankle she winced in pain and slightly lost her balance, “Okay, maybe I twisted my ankle from the jump. No big deal, I’ll walk it off, okay maybe that’s an understatement,” she tried to lighten the mood because she knew how protective her father was over her.

“Can you walk?”

“Yah, I’m good, really. Here,” she tried giving back his pulse rifle in case he had to wield it.

“Use it as a crutch for now,” Mando suggested.

“Will do,” as he guided her towards IG-11 who sat stationary across the way.

“Well done,” IG-11 said to both, “ I will disengage self-destruct initiative,” when the droid put the thermal detonator back into its chest.

“It was going to self-destruct,” young Mando said in shock.

“Several times,” Mando clarified, he released his daughter and went to help the IG Unit to its feet, “You know, you’re not so bad, for a droid.”

“Agreed,” IG-11 replied.

“That blaster hit looks nasty. I could take a look at it,” young Mando offered knowing the droid took the hit so her father could obtain the canon.

“That won’t be necessary. Running a quick diagnostic,” a few beeps and whirls sounded through the droid when it came back with a result, “It has missed my central wiring harness.”

“Is that good,” Mando said not to concerned.

“Yes.”

“Well, now we just need to get the door open,” when all three turned and thought of the same thing.

Rapid canon fire spewed through the metal doors creating a nice chisel when they soon fell on their own. The three walked in like they owned the joint as one final Nikto guard made its stand, but was met by Mando’s blast.

“Anyone else?” Mando shouted but there was nothing but silence.

“My sensors indicate that there are life forms present,” IG-11 reported.

“Yah, us,” she said to herself.

Mando shook his head by his daughter’s witty comment but unsure on how exactly they were going to track the asset down.

“We might have to spread out and search,” Mando suggested.

“What about your fob?” IG-11 questioned.

“The fob was damaged.”

“Then how did you get here?” IG-11 began to interrogate making Mando irritated.

The two hunters were deep in a squabble, only focused on each other and not on Mando’s daughter. Somehow, as if she was in a dream, she was being called, no, more like drawn to an egg shaped pod, which was piled on top of other items. Slowly she walked towards it, almost as if she could hear something inside.

“Hey,” she pulled herself out of the dreamlike trance, practically wondering how she got in front of it, but the two were still arguing when she shouted again, louder, getting their attention, “I think I found something,” she pointed towards the little white pod as the other two stepped forward meeting her.

“What makes her accurate?” IG-11 inquired.

“Because I say,” Mando replied in complete certainty.

He glared down at his daughter seeing her intensity focused on the container. It appeared as if she was somewhere else, looking past this world and into another.

“This one?” he clarified by pointing to the egg shaped pod, all she did was nod her head in confirmation.

Analyzing the device gradually, Mando discovered three buttons in the front of the mechanism and pressed it, the tiny door hissed and half slide backwards, reveling the asset inside. All three peered in but Mando spoke first.

“Wait, they said fifty years old.”

“Species age differently,” IG-11 informed, “Perhaps it could live many centuries,” as a small green baby like creature, with a tiny nose, long ears, and huge brown eyes, reveled itself behind a blanket, “Sadly, we’ll never know,” IG-11 drew his blaster and pointed it towards the creature.

“No!” young Mando pleaded almost throwing herself in front of the child.

Mando put his arm up preventing her from sacrificing herself and agreed with his daughter, “We’ll bring it in alive.”

“The commission was quite specific. The asset was to be terminated,” IG-11 was ready to pull the trigger but was instead met by Mando’s immediate action. Taking a shot directly to the head, IG-11 fell to the ground with a thud and sizzled.

Unable to fathom the events, Mando turned to his daughter visualizing a past scenario, she could feel his gaze upon her when she glared up at him sensing an inner struggle. She never could tell what it was because he never gave anything away.

Even through her helmet Mando could see his daughter’s intent face, his face. He would do what must be done and he hoped his daughter would forgive him. Their gazes turned back onto the cooing child as it reached its hand out, extending with its little three fingers, trying to make contact with its new guardians.

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kyloswarstars · 7 years ago

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Incognito for Beginners

Star Wars, Oneshot

Summary: Supreme Leader Snoke sent out Kylo Ren and Reader on a mission. They arrive on Dantooine and get into a fight. In more ways than just one.

Pairing: Kylo Ren x Reader

Warning: ehm, murder? (+ second english fanfiction)

Words: 3.6K

A/N: I don’t know, this just came out of me. Any similarities to other writers’ work are not intended. All ideas used in a fanfiction I post are made up in my brain (as long as it is not a request).

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Everything had started with an old Bith playing his Kloo horn in the streets of Coruscant’s underworld. He played as long as you made him stop. Using whatever it was, that made you do these things, and breaking his instrument in two pieces, from your window three stories above him.

He had woken you up with his amateurish playing.

Whenever you thought about that day you realised that you had been an unbearable child with lacking respect for others and an aggression problem.

‚Hey you‘, a figure in a dark cloak had shouted up to you. Instantly you rolled your wrist and moved your fingers in a circle to make them go away but they didn’t. Instead they prevented you from ducking into your room and closing the window.

From then on your memories went blurry. You remembered that the cloaked figure made you come with them. And you remembered that you left Coruscant. But nothing else. You were around five at that time.

Even when you were happy that this day had turned your life around and was decisive for you to transform into the person you were now – it had still been a disturbing experience. Especially after you had got old enough to understand that you had been kidnapped, to be raised under one of the darkest people in the galaxy.

Hearing the sound of a Kloo horn again made you shiver. You had tried enough times to bring back the memories from that day. Something kept them locked up behind a barricade you couldn’t destroy. Right now you felt them moving behind this wall – you simply couldn’t grab them.

And you weren’t sure if you still wanted to know what exactly had happened.

„Control yourself, Y/N. He is not part of the mission.“ You had nearly ripped that stupid horn out of the ‚musicians‘ hands, but stopped when you heard the voice, that sound strange without a filter.

Kylo looked bored. But he wasn’t bored, he was pissed.

Because your Supreme Leader had sent you two off onto a mission, to get high quality information from one of the First Order’s spies. Word about what had happened with the map to Skywalker. The spy said he knew where he was. But because he didn’t want to risk losing his fake identity within the resistance, he insisted on a meeting in Dantoo Town on Dantooine.

For you this was routine. For Kylo? Not so. You wore some shabby clothes that smugglers would wear, a short coat on top of it to hide your lightsaber. Kylo looked like he wanted to get recognised by everyone.

He probably thought it would be enough if he left behind his helmet and cape.

„You never went incognito before, did you?“

„I never had to. I’m too important to do this kind of work.“ Sure, he was, you thought.

„Obviously, Supreme Leader Snoke thinks different about that.“ You took out your holopad to bring up the map of Dantoo Town. „Or maybe he wants to give you a lesson.“

Kylo followed close behind you. „Seems like it.“

„You want to know what he told me?“ You loved getting on Kylo’s nerves.

„What?“ His voice was on cut-to-the-chase level.

„He told me to come along to keep an eye on you. To assist you so you wouldn’t fail like the last time when you went out to get this map and brought back a scavenger.“ You heard his hard breath behind you. You two knew each other for a long time, still there wasn’t truce in sight. „And by ‚assist you‘ he meant ‚lead the mission and show him how it’s done‘.“

Kylo didn’t answer because deep down he knew that he had failed. And he knew you would more capable of a lot of things that were in his charge.

Over many years you had learned to have respect for people you were supposed to have respect for. But in situations like that, where Snoke put Kylo and you on same eye level again, only apprentices, you didn’t have that much respect for him.

Because you thought you were better in many belongings than Kylo. You were too sure of yourself for your own good sometimes.

For a few years you were Snoke’s only apprentice. The only force user that claimed his attention. And then this intruder showed up and stole your spotlight. For sure you didn’t treat him the way everyone else did. The only reason why Kylo got chosen over you was because he had B vitamins – he was the grandson of Darth Vader. He was expected to continue the legacy. Not you. You had only been kidnapped from level 1312 on Coruscant. You remembered that because your mother, a simple woman not a legend, made sure you remembered the level in case you got lost one day. And she probably had thought about other levels you could get lost on. Not being kidnapped and getting lost for real.

„Hurry up, Y/N. We’re running late.“

„Yeah, I know.“ You took small alleys, turned a lot of corners, avoided gatherings of people and focused on the map.

Even if Kylo thought he had better things to do than playing this incognito game, he felt relieved to escape the First Order for some time. The recent events had drained him and he couldn’t concentrate anymore because he hadn’t enough time for meditating.

Whenever he was with you he felt uncommonly calm. How you dealt with him didn’t bother him that much as he pretended it would. He was a commander and people were not allowed to act like that towards him. But you simply didn’t care about his rank or him struggling with living up to the expectations that he needed to fulfil. For you Kylo was just ‚the other apprentice‘ Snoke trained. Something that felt liberating from time to time. He could fool himself into thinking he was actually an apprentice again. Only good enough for stuff like going incognito, like you. And Kylo was fascinated how you had arranged yourself with doing the dirty work for Snoke. He could sense you wanted more than this but still got your job done with precision and determination. Something he wouldn’t be able if he were you. He could never hold himself back from wanting more.

Despite all of that, it didn’t mean you couldn’t be a pain in the ass. Because you were.

It took you a while to get to the agreed location where you should meet the spy. Everywhere had been people, that forced you to take detours.

When you arrived at the little point, blinking on your holopad, you were irritated. Was this the right location? You normally met spies in dark alleys or long abandoned houses without doors nor windows. But this was an open space with a lot of daylight.

Before you could see them, Kylo shouted your name. It was that kind of name-shouting that got you alarmed. Instantly you pulled out your lightsaber and pushed the ignition. Kylo doing the same simultaneously.

Suddenly five man were circling you. Everyone had blasters, some of them had also sticks, all were ready to attack. One man, that followed behind those five, caught your eye. He had a resistance patch on his shoulder.

„Traitor“, Kylo hissed.

The spy started screaming exasperatedly to his men. „Capture him and kill her! What are you waiting for!“ His men spread out and started firing at Kylo and you.

Without words you two acted after your combat rule. You blocked blaster shots and distracted them, so Kylo could kill them from behind. But a fight never goes the way your combat rule wants it to, you both did the killing today.

First, one the men with a stick approached you. He was wielding it completely wrong, you thought, trying to ram it into your body but you easily stopped the stick. Apparently it was made out of Beskar or something similar because you couldn’t slice it in two.

This wasn’t even a real fight. These were some wannabes that never had a proper fighting lesson before.

You blocked exact two attacks of that douchebag before you pierced your lightsaber through his chest. Red lighting up his face while life ran out of it.

„Y/N“, Kylo fought against two at the same time but still had the breath to make small talk. „Because you are so much better in things like this, why did we not see this trap?“

Blaster shots were frequently fired towards you – this felt like some of your first training sessions with a lightsaber. Slowly this got boring. „Because they planed this thing – the only reasonable explanation, idiot.“

You had enough of that unsatisfying game and stormed off, blocking shots, jumping and cutting the man’s head off in one smooth movement. You had finished off two, Kylo the same amount.

„You know, I’m tired of your constant remarks. I’m fucking commander and you’re nobody in comparison.“ Every time Kylo saw you fighting he was remembered of his platonic crush on you. You fought like a true warrior, had a lot more combat experience on the battlefield than he had. In his eyes you were born to wield a lightsaber. Your nonchalance while you were chopping someones head of was simply admirable.

The only way to get back control over himself was to say the exact opposite of what he was thinking.

„Right! Because you took everything away and claimed it as your own!“ Not a lot had changed since you were a kid. You were still rude, you still had an aggression problem.

Your conversation had nothing to do with the situation. Those were two different things you managed at the same time. You fought with words against each other, but with your bodies together against the last man standing. Physically you acted as one person, not two. Kylo and you rushing after the man in synch and defeating him together.

„I’m sorry for showing up and destroying your life.“

Five were dead. You still had the spy, you didn’t forget about him. Kylo and you were just taking a moment to be berserk.

„Don’t get sarcastic, Kylo!“ You pointed your lightsaber at him. He totally understood the sign and nodded the slightest.

„I can’t help myself, Y/N.“ He stretched out his arm abrupt and grabbed the spy through the force. You walked towards the traitor, your lightsaber not activated but still in your hand. One moment you looked at him with pure disgust, the next moment you hit him in the guts with your lightsaber’s hilt.

„Who gave you the order to attack Commander Ren and me?“

„No one.“ He smiled like he was a real genius. Some people just weren’t aware that they were finished, even when they saw all their men fall.

„I assume you don’t have information regarding the whereabouts of Luke Skywalker?“

„For sure not.“ Kylo, who stood behind you, made him speak through the force. „I wanted to use Commander Ren to demand ransom from the First Order. And you weren’t supposed to survive.“

„Ah, you thought you could get some extra money, I see.“ You turned around to Kylo who still had his arm up. „Do you want to or should I?“

Kylo’s lips nearly curled up into a small grin. „You can if you want to.“ You shrugged, ignited your lightsaber and finished him off. Kylo let his lifeless body fall to the ground.

No truce between Kylo and you didn’t mean you couldn’t fight like a dream team together. Probably because you two were the only ones that could use the force equally.

„So, we don’t get informations here.“ Kylo stated. As it wasn’t obvious, you rolled your eyes.

„Nope.“ You grabbed the dead traitor under his arms and started dragging him to one of the nearby dumpsters. „What? You’re not gonna help me with this mess?“ Kylo eyed you in a strange way. „We are still incognito and should stay that way till we left this planet. Hurry up, we can’t leave this bodies lying around.“ He wasn’t used to get orders. Nor to clean up the mess he had made during a fight. But he followed your words and helped you getting the dead men off the street.

You didn’t need the map for the way back to the spaceport. Once you walked a route you could remember it. Instead of heading directly to your stolen freighter, you went to the entrance of a nearby cantina.

„What about staying incognito?“ Kylo wouldn’t mind a drink. But under given circumstances?

You sighed. „Wait, here.“ Looking around you found a victim, sitting at the corner of a betting shop. „Give me your poncho.“ Influencing him through the force, he took of his poncho and handed it to you.

„Put that on, Kylo.“ You threw the piece of cloth to him and he caught it out of reflex. „I’m not going back without the drink I deserve.“ Not waiting on him you walked into the cantina and ordered your drink.

„Same for me.“ Never would you have imagined Kylo Ren ordering a drink in some shabby cantina. But there he was. Sitting next to you in a dark corner, where nobody could hear you.

„Kylo, what happened to you?“

„What do you mean?“

„Well, you didn’t lose it once since we headed off.“

„Must be your presence.“ Speaking the full truth.

„I told you not to be sarcastic.“ Ordering some new drinks with a wave to the bartender, you eyed Kylo suspicious. You really wanted to know what was going on with him. You didn’t knew that he could be a suitable companion. That little verbal fight was below average, normally you were solving arguments through sparring. Not that you had a lot of arguments anymore. You had a lot back during training. Before he became Commander Ren. Since then you had only seen him a few times. And you had replaced his image through the man who had stolen your place in the First Order. Leaving you behind as a puppet to do the dirty work for them without getting any credit.

Finishing the second drinks, you threw some credits onto the table and headed to the freighter.

Kylo hadn’t said any more words and maneuvered the ship out of the spaceport in silence. After entering the hyperspace you left the cockpit to find some place to sleep. But you couldn’t sleep. He had called you a ‚nobody‘. One thing was to think it yourself. But how could he say that, when he was the reason why you turned into a nobody?

With stomping feet you returned to the cockpit, Kylo instantly turning in his chair when he heard the door slide open.

„You only became the one you are because of Vader. I hope you remember that the next time you call me a nobody.“ Not hiding your anger you crossed your arms.

„You’ll be shocked, Y/N, but lately I’m thinking the same.“ He was right, you were shocked. Agreement from Kylo? Something rare. You should write that down. „But I am going to change that.“

„What? What do you mean?“

He sighed, rubbing his temples. „Forget it. It’s none of your business.“

„Alright, Commander Ren.“ Using his title was not out of respect. In your case it was the complete opposite.

When you had left the cockpit again, Kylo sunk into his chair. On this mission he had spent more time with you than in the years since he became commander all together. Back when he was only Snoke’s apprentice, you two had been rivals but also some kind of friends, he liked to think. You had been in the same position and trained together. Even meditated together. Where had this connection disappeared to?

Actually he could understand why you were feeling mistreated. If he had been the kid that was raised by Snoke and suddenly someone showed up and got all the attention plus the job, he would call it injustice too.

Kylo was sorry for you. Mainly sorry for your wasted talent, that no one saw when you were always kept under radar. And because he was the reason why you couldn’t shine in the light of triumph amongst the First Order. He wanted to fix this. He should tell you. After all he could need an ally with what was ahead of him.

When you arrived back on the Supremacy the two of you headed straight to Supreme Leader Snoke’s throne room. Giving your report, he released Kylo instantly. It was you who he asked to stay.

„What can you report about Kylo Ren?“

„Nothing. Coming back without informations wasn’t his fault. It was a trap, you’ve been told that already.“

„That is good to hear. Return to training until I send word about a new mission.“

You bowed your head and left. It took you by surprise when you saw Kylo waiting outside the throne room. „What are you still doing here? Don’t you have a star destroyer to command?“ Not stopping, you continued to walk, heading to your quarters.

„I want to talk to you, Y/N.“ He followed you.

„Alright, about what? Lightsabers, ships, alcohol, ponchos?“

„About something I can’t say out here.“

You stopped and turned. Kylo looked sincere. His eyes were not as cold as usual. Something inside of you moved. Your skin was suddenly burning under his intense stare.

When the door of your quarters slid shut behind the two of you, Kylo stayed silent. He looked around and remembered a lot of things he saw before. There on the wall behind your bed hung a piece of paper. He couldn’t believe you kept this stupid poem for all these years. Once after you got heavily injured he wanted to tell you how impressed he was by your bravery, so he had written it. Kylo wasn’t sure if you knew that it was his because he pushed it through under your door. But still, you kept it, so it probably meant something to you.

„Would you turn around and start speaking already?“ You started taking your dirty clothes off when he had turned.

„I… have a plan.“ Could he really trust you? He looked over his shoulder, seeing your naked back.

„What plan? How to take over the First Order or what?“ You threw on a clean top and stepped out of your pants.

Kylo’s eyes grew even wider seeing your bare legs. Your body was in shape. In a hot shape, he needed to admit. He swallowed but because of your question. You were joking, he could tell by your tone. „One that will change everything for me.“ You bent forward to get into some new pants and he couldn’t keep looking even if he wanted to so badly. Your ass was too much. He wanted to talk to you. „It could also change everything for you.“

„What exactly do you mean by everything?“ You rearranged your belt and put the lightsaber back on.

„I would make sure that you are no longer a nobody.“

„How?“ You stepped in front of Kylo. What did he mean with all that cryptic stuff?

He shrugged and nodded. „By taking over the First Order.“

„What?“ That meant. THAT MEANT. That meant… „You want to overthrow Snoke?“, you whispered as quite as you could. Excitement builting up inside of you. Finally someone wanted to do what you were dreaming about for so long. Not that you weren’t thankful. You couldn’t be more thankful that he had guided you to the dark side, for the training. But he was an old man that didn’t bring the Order forward. Or you in particular. Thinking about everything it was actually Snoke to blame. He had replaced you with Kylo. Not Kylo himself. Because he wanted to use Darth Vader’s grandson to bring fear and anxiety over the galaxy.

„Will you follow me?“ Kylo’s words spread through your whole body, leaving warmth and anticipation.

„You won’t let me down like Snoke did?“

„I won’t. I promise.“

You started smiling. Everything was better than being under Snoke’s commando.

Now it made sense to Kylo why he wanted you to be his ally so quickly. His crush on you wasn’t platonic. It was for real. It was the most anti-platonic crush ever. Not only because he saw you nearly naked. More because your smile made him believe that his plan could actually work out.

„Alright, tell me more about this plan.“ You sat on your bed and fell into the pillows. Kylo took off this itchy poncho and sat on the edge. While you listened to him, only whispering because otherwise someone could hear him from outside the door, your brain stayed concentrated. At least most of the time.

You didn’t knew how long you had talked. All you knew the next morning was: Kylo Ren had slept on your floor, wrapped up in a blanket and smiling in his sleep. Beside him a paper with random words on it because obviously – your memories came back and made you flush – you begged him to write something, no matter what, because you liked his handwriting from the poem so much, he had given you years ago.

Well, this will be interesting, you thought, standing up, making yourself coffee and watching Kylo how he slowly woke up from his sleep.

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