#vibro-axe

[lonewolflupe]

aLoF | CT Ragnar (OC): vibro-axe

My clone boys from the Lone Wolf Squad finally made their introduction in my story (chapter 4).

Sergeant Ragnar's weapon of choice is a (one handed) vibro-axe, and of course I had to design it. I used references of Viking axes to create this, and it was inspired by Hunter's vibro-knife.

[solaris-t]

finally got over art block and drew my Tuscan raider sniper from the star wars dnd game.

he’s got the Vibro axes out this time

[absurdthirst]

The Future of Mandalore {Mando x F!Reader}

Rating: Explicit

Word Count: 6k

Warnings: Creeds, marriages, unprotected sex, mentions of breeding, oral sex (male receiving), vaginal sex, canon-style violence

Comments: You never thought you would see Din Djarin again, joining Axe Woves's crew of Mandalorians. Now reunited, you marry him the night before your quest to retake Mandalore.

A/N: Tonight is the season finale!!! Spoilers for season 3 episode 7 in this fic.

Co-written with @storiesofthefandomlovers

|| MasterList || The Mandalorian MasterList ||

Gif by @pedropascalsx

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Din Djarin. You wouldn’t believe that it is him. Never in a million years would you think you would see him standing beside Bo-Katan Kreyze in all his shiny glory. The last time you had seen him, you had been back on Nevarro. The covert gave themselves up so that he could escape with his foundling. The same foundling that sits in his cradle beside him as he stares blankly at the group of Mando’s you have fallen in with since removing your helmet. Axe Woves convinced you that you were no less Mandalorian because of removing your helmet and you are grateful to be counted among them. Though your heart quickens when you see the man who had been courting you before the fall of the covert, his gift of a vibro blade is still your most treasured possession and you often think of him at night. The man you had hoped to become his riduur. To bear him children. Standing in front of you now as if no time had passed at all. 

Din glances around the new group of Mandalorians, each of them removing their helmet one by one and he shifts his weight, unsure of the new group, until he sees you. Maker, it’s been so long since he saw your helmet and he swallows harshly when he sees you remove it. He’s only ever known you wearing your helmet and to see your face, your eyes, almost has him on his knees. “Mesh’la.” He murmurs until his breath and you turn to meet his gaze, knowing you won’t be able to see his eyes beneath the beskar but you smile at him and it’s like everything is right in the galaxy.

“You two….know each other.” Bo-Katan deduces as she looks between you and Din. Stepping forward, you nod. 

“I was once a part of the covert on Nevarro.” You explain. You had never exactly said where you had come from when you had joined them, and once Bo-Katan had left, you had said even less. “I- I know you no longer consider me Mandalorian, Din, but it is good to see you.” Your eyes slide back over to beskar covered form and you remember the small touches and conversation when he was at the covert. The walks along the lava river to spend just a few moments together. You had been sure he was going to ask you the next time he had come back, but then….things had changed.

Din doesn't like the distance between you. He wants to surge forward and pull you close, tell you he's thought about you during nights he is able to sleep in a bunk. He bites his lip, stepping closer. "It's good to see you, cyar'ika. It's been a long time." He says and Bo-Katan raises her eyebrows at the nickname. 

The Armorer steps forward, distracting the clans from you and Din as she announces a feast for everyone. "I shall leave you two to catch up." Bo-Katan says coyly and Din glances around for Grogu before he turns back to you. 

"You are - I haven't seen your face until now but I always imagined you'd be beautiful and I was right."

“I have often wondered what had become of you and the child.” You look to where the child in question is standing in a suit that looks like an IG-11 unit. “If you had managed to get him to safety, but it looks like he is still in your charge.” You had been very willing to risk your life and your creed for Din, but you never expected to see him again if you were honest with yourself.

“It’s a long story. I- I have traveled the galaxy with the little one and he is now my foundling.” Din tells you, knowing you’ll recognize the seriousness of the relationship. You had discussed foundlings when you were courting, expressing the desire to have ads if you were to form a riduurok. You had discussed your futures until it got torn apart by Moff Gideon. “I have missed you.” Din reveals softly, not wanting the others to overhear what he would consider an intimate moment.

“I’ve missed you, Din.” Your eyes are soft as you look at him, still not able to totally school your expressions like the Mandalorians who have taken off their helmets for their entire lives. You haven’t quite learned how to not show your every thought. “Have you- did you decide to move on?” You ask, suddenly fearful that he had courted and married another.

Din wants to scoff but he just shakes his head, “I- I could never move on from you, mesh’la. I have been traveling the galaxy with Grogu. I’ve met so many people and none of them made me remotely feel anything close to the way I feel when I’m with you.” He confesses, “if you were to accept me now, I would follow you until the ends of the galaxy.” The heartfelt speech is very unlike Din but after everything he has experienced, he doesn’t want to waste another moment without you.

“Din….” You bite your lip and step closer to him, your helmet set aside on a box. “I would accept you. I had hoped that the last time you had come back to the covert that you would ask for a riduurok.” You confess quietly. “I would always accept you as my riduur.”

Your words make his heart pound in his chest and he knows he’s tired of waiting. Reaching for your gloved hands, he takes them in his own and squeezes them. “Will you be my riduur?” He asks, wanting to do what he should’ve done so long ago.

“I- removed my helmet….” You remind him, as if he is not staring at your face right now. “Will you- are you going to accept that? Or will you believe that I must redeem myself and put the helmet back on forever.” You are curious if he believes that you can remove your helmet with a riduur or not. It is not really talked about amongst the covert. At least it hadn’t been when you were with them last. “Because I don’t want to put it back on permanently.”

Din frowns, unsure of why you think he would be angry about that. Spending time with Bo-Katan has allowed him to understand the different sectors within the Mandalorian culture and although redeemed himself, his creed is interpreted differently by him. If you feel your creed is intact, then who is he to judge? He is not the leader of Mandalore. He gave the saber to Bo since she is the true leader. “I would never force you to do something you do not want. I have decided to keep my helmet on. It is my creed. You have your beliefs and I have mine. It doesn’t stop me loving you.” He promises, squeezing your hands again.

“Do you- do you believe that your riduur can see your face?” You ask quietly. Before you had been willing to never see Din’s face, but now��.now you want to see it. However, you would respect if he could not allow it. Your hands are steady in his and your heart hammers in your chest. Nearly giddy that your Din still wants you. It would have crushed you if he found you to be dar’manda.

Din looks down at your hands, “I- I don’t think I should show my face to my riduur. Is that- will that be a dealbreaker for you, cyar’ika?” He asks softly, praying that isn’t the case but he nearly died trying to redeem himself and he couldn’t stand it if it was all for nothing.

You’re disappointed and you are sure that your face displays that when you nod. “I- I had expected it when we were courting.” You reason. “I cannot expect your beliefs to change for me. It is enough that you will be my riduur.”

Din is relieved that you aren’t rejecting him for not converting to your beliefs. He squeezes your hands again, “thank you. Shall we find the armorer? Arrange for us to marry tonight?” He asks, wondering if you are ready to marry him now.

You know that tomorrow you will go to retake Mandalore. The rumors have already begun to swirl that you will be asked to step forward and volunteer. Which you will. You nod. “I don’t want to wait.” You confess quietly. “I wish to be your riduur tonight so we can go to Mandalore together.”

Din smiles under his helmet, taking your hand in his, and he guides you over to the tent where the Armorer is situated. “Din Djarin. You have finally come to your senses to marry this one?” The Armorer jokes and Din chuckles, pulling you close. 

“I think enough time has been wasted without my riduur. Can you marry us tonight?” He asks and she nods, “of course. Go prepare. I shall take care of the rest. Tonight, you are a clan of three.”

Grinning, you turn towards Din. “I have quarters on the light cruiser. I- I will go shower and get ready. Will you have someone watch your foundling?” You ask, looking towards the small child. You want to spend the night with your husband. “I don’t have an implant, do you?”

“No. No. I don’t. Is that- is that okay or do you want to wait? I will wait for you. I’ve waited so long, I can wait longer if you wish to have an implant before we consummate our riduurok.” He assures you, knowing he can ask Bo to watch the child.

You bite your lip, trying to search his visor and wonder what he is thinking. You don’t want to wait another day to have him touch you, to touch him. “I don’t want to wait.” You confess, almost shy about it. “I- we will raise warriors, right?” You smile, shifting your gaze towards Grogu. “Maybe we can give your foundling a sibling.”

Your words make Din's cock twitch and he is both terrified and turned on at the thought of you carrying his ad. "We will raise warriors." He promises, "I don't want to wait. I want you. I need you, mesh'la." He murmurs, getting more aroused at the thought of claiming you in every way. "Go prepare for our riduurok." He orders softly, knowing he wants to use the 'fresher on Bo-Katan's ship to clean up.

Making your way onto the light cruiser, nervous butterflies swim in your stomach. You aren’t pure, you’ve had your share of lovers like Din had. But you haven’t been with anyone since he had started courting you and it’s thrilling to think about his touch on your skin. He might not remove his helmet, but you want the rest of him bare.

The crowd is gathered for this joyous celebration before the clans return to Mandalore. The Armorer stands before you and Din, gesturing for you to take hands. You are wearing your helmet and Din had cleaned his own beskar for this event. He's nervous, excited, knowing this has been a long time coming.

“Today, we are honored by a bearing witness to the first Riduurok of our newly united tribes.” The Armorer speaks, her voice projecting out to all who have gathered. “Din Djarin has claimed a riduur.” She starts your name as well, along with your claim on Din. “United they will be one. One heart, one spirit.”

Grogu coos in delight, smiling up at you and Din who squeezes your gloved hands three times, wanting to relay how he feels, and you smile beneath your helmet, squeezing back. The Armorer continues her speech until it's time for the vows. ""Mhi solus tome, mhi solus dar'tome, mhi me'dinui an, mhi ba'juri verde." Din recites the sacred vow, his heart pounding in his chest.

The Mandalorians gathered around the two of you are completely silent, there isn’t the twang or rustle of armor or shifting of feet. Just a sea of helmets, the ones you had arrived with also donning their helmets out of respect for the ceremony. “Mhi solus tome, mhi solus dar’tome, mhi me’dinui an, mhi ba’juri verde.” You repeat the vows and exhale in nervous happiness when you are done.

"You are now one. May the Maker shine upon your union." The Armorer announces and the crowd of Mandos cheer, clapping while Grogu coos. Din smiles, pulling you close so he can press his helmeted forehead against yours. "Riduur." He murmurs in awe that you are now his and he is yours.

Mandalorians know how to party when they want to. The spirits of the evening are joyous, despite the fact that you are leaving tomorrow to retake Mandalore. You’ve already volunteered. The roasted meat is served and games and competitions are started, but all you want to do is celebrate the night with your new husband.

Din laughs at Paz's attempt to educate him on what to expect during a riduurok night and Din rolls his eyes at his humor. "I am certain I will be able to navigate the situation without your guidance." Din promises Paz who snorts, "well, I have an ad." His defense makes Din chuckle until you squeeze his hand and he knows you want to retreat from the celebrations. He is eager for you too. 

I will watch the child." Bo-Katan promises and Din nods. 

He swallows and stands up, "are you ready, riduur?"

You have shouldered your own share of helpful hints and ribald jokes from those that are around you, your helmet still on to hide your embarrassing eagerness. Everyone around you chuckles as you leap to your feet and rush over towards your riduur. “I am.” You will be spending the night together in your quarters and you have made sure that it was neat and ready for Din. Turning your head towards the group, you give them all a respectful nod. “Tomorrow we retake Mandalore.” You murmur quietly. “Tonight I celebrate my riduur.”

Din takes your hand, turning to look at Bo-Katan who nods at Din. “Be good.” Din tells Grogu who coos and he squeezes your hand, letting you guide him onto the light cruiser and he lets you escort him to your room.

“I respect your decision to not remove your helmet.” You promise as you walk down the hall towards your quarters. “I do hope you will remove your armor, though. I have dreamed of touching you, kissing every scar and pressing my bare body to yours.” You groan quietly at the thought and stop in front of a door. Pressing the button, the door slides open and reveals your private quarters, once an Imperial officer’s room. Now yours.

"I will remove my armor. I - I want to touch you too. I want to feel all of you. I wish...I wish I could kiss you. Taste you." He admits, wishing he could throw his creed aside in favor of lust but knows that once he was satisfied, he'd be ashamed of being so lax. "Strip for me." He orders, "strip for your riduur." He sits down in the chair in the corner, removing his weapons while his helmet is pointed towards you.

You remove your helmet first, revealing your face so he can see your lust blown eyes. Wanting him to know that you want him. More than anything. Removing your weapons and setting them beside his as he watches is thrilling. Your vibro blade, the one he gave you, comes out of its sheath and you smile as you hold it out to him. “I kept it close.”

He smiles under his helmet, rubbing his thighs still clad in beskar. You are so beautiful, he knows he has won the lottery for riduurs. You are strong, smart and gorgeous. He only hopes he can be good enough for you. “I’m glad you had it when I could not be by your side to protect you.” He says and you work on unclipping the beskar from your body.

Within moments you are standing in front of him in your flight suit, nervous and excited. Revealing yourself completely to your riduur. “I should have tried to come with you.” You admit, wishing you had. It was only when he was gone and you were helmetless did you realize that you should have chosen a different path. “I could have helped you on your journey.”

Din shakes his head, “I wouldn’t have wanted that. I- it was dangerous. I had to protect the kid. I would’ve made mistakes if you were there. I would’ve sacrificed too much to keep you safe. You are here now. I’m here now. That’s all that matters.” He tells you softly, “now…remove the suit.”

You smirk, aware that Din finds you attractive no matter what you look like under the suit. Mandalorians don’t have a traditional sense of beauty standards. Just like you’ve never seen a bare inch of his skin and you are already dripping went in anticipation. Pulling the zipper of your suit down, you reveal your panties and breast band, boots and socks already discarded.

He inhales sharply at the sight of your figure, concealed by the beskar, and when you kick your flight suit aside, he is lost for words after you remove your breast band. "Fuck." He murmurs, cock hard in his suit, and he knows that this is what he wants to see until he dies. "Mesh'la." He murmurs, standing up from the chair, and he removes his gloves, tossing them aside so he can caress your skin. His hands explore your waist and up your spine until one hand cups a breast and the other squeezes an ass cheek.

Moaning softly, you reach up to hold onto his shoulders. Din knows you won’t remove his helmet, so he doesn’t tense up. Your eyes flutter closed and you want to stay just like this forever. “Riduur.” You pant quietly.

His hands explore your body, in awe of your soft skin and he traces the scars on your body, thanking the Maker you are a strong warrior and here with him. He squeezes your breast, pinching your nipple, and he loves the way you gasp. “Remove my armor. I want you to strip me down before I pleasure you.” He demands, taking charge.

Din is not a man who insists on being in charge so for him to take control is thrilling. Starting with his pauldrons, you start to whimper as his fingers grow bolder, sinking between your thighs to swipe between your folds before moving on. Teasing you with his touch. Your fingers fumble as you remove his vambraces and lay them down, his chest and back plate next as he continues to distract you with his touch.

Din groans when your fingers dip beneath his flight suit. It’s been so long since he’s felt anyone touch him skin to skin. Maybe that one time he went to a brothel and she kissed his neck from the gap in his suit. It’s almost overwhelming but he doesn’t stop sliding his fingers through your folds until he rubs your clit, loving the way you moan for him. When you need to get to the rest of his armor, he reluctantly stands and steps back so you can strip him off before you are pushing his flight suit off of his body. He’s nervous. No one has seen him bare like this.

Like you, Din has scars on his body, but there are more of them. Telling of his years as a bounty hunter and putting himself in danger to earn coin for the covert. He’s beautiful. Stepping forward, you lean down and kiss a scar that is on his forearm, leaning in more to reach the one of his side. “Mesh’la.” You murmur under your breath. “My riduur is beautiful.”

Your words make Din fluster, his heart pounding in his chest. To hear you say that you think he’s beautiful, it’s almost too much to bear. He swallows harshly, wishing he could kiss you mouth to mouth but he settles for leaning forward to press his forehead against yours. “I love you, riduur.” He murmurs, voice modulated as he watches you caress his chest.

“I love you.” You promise back softly, sliding your hand down to wrap around the turgid length that is jutting up between you. His moan is guttural, hips jerking up towards your touch. “I want to- can I taste you?”

Din hasn’t really had anyone go down on him before. His experience is confined to hasty fucks in back alleys behind cantinas. He wants to experience everything with you. “If you want but…I cannot reciprocate. I want to. If - if you don’t want to, I understand.” He promises, groaning when you squeeze his length in your grip.

“Don’t worry, I’ve never done it.” You wink as you guide him back towards the surprisingly large bed. “I might not be good at it.”

He shakes his head as he shifts to lay down. “I don’t care. It’s you. You’re my riduur. I want you. Whatever you will give me.” He assures you, watching as you shift to kneel on the bed and he groans at the way your breasts swing with the motion and he reaches out to cup one.

Moaning softly at the way his bare hand feels caressing your beast, you wrap your hand around his cock again. “I’ve watched plenty of holovids about it.” You confess, pulling his foreskin down and exposing the leaking tip of his cock. “Always wondered what you would taste like.” Lowering your head, you press the flat of your tongue against his slit.

“Oh fuck!” Din yelps in shock, “fuck, mesh’la.” You take him into your mouth and he hisses, lost in the pleasure as you explore his cock with your tongue. “Good. You’re doing well.” He praises you, closing his eyes as you take him deeper.

Humming around him makes him moan again. Causing you to feel that you are doing something he likes. You keep your palette soft, lightly sucking and rolling your tongue around the leaking head. Wishing you could see his face as he receives his first blow job from you, but you know he is enjoying it. 

You are taking him so well considering this is your first time. He loves it. He loves you. You’re so gorgeous and all his. He wants to see you round and full of his ad. Full of his cock. Full of him. He needs it. “Fuck, so good, riduur.”

You slowly squeeze the base of his cock and start to pump him. Taking him deeper and deeper into your throat, hollowing your cheeks as you gag slightly when you press him too deep and pull back.

He lets you set the pace, lets you explore his cock and see what you like without telling you what he wants. A dirtier fantasy would be to trap you against the wall and see how deep you could take his cock, but he won’t do that. Not yet. Maybe you have similar darker fantasies. All of those discussions will come in time and with understanding if you aren’t into that. “Fuck. Mesh’la. I- I won’t last if you keep doing that.” He confesses when you take him deeper, able to control your gag reflex.

Pulling off of him with a reluctant pop, you look up at him, a line of drool and precum sliding down your jaw and your eyes watery. “One day I want to be on my knees while you are in full beskar.” You confess, clenching at the thought. The day he had been outfitted with his new armor, you had kept your hands between your thighs for hours thinking about him. “But for now, I want you to fuck your riduur. Fill me with your seed.”

Din growls, reaching for you to flip you so you are on your back. “Don’t worry riduur. I am going to look after you for the rest of our lives.” He vows, caressing your thigh before he pulls it over his hip. He wants to be inside of you. Craves it. He grips his cock and starts to push inside of you after rubbing the head of his cock through your folds.

It should look strange. Bare shoulders and a neck covered in a Beskar helmet above you as your eyes widen and you gasp his name. His cock is thick and it’s been a long time since you have taken a lover. Stretching you out deliciously and it’s even sweeter considering that he is your riduur. Yours until the Maker takes you. All you see is Din though.

He pushes deeper until he’s fully inside of you. Lost in the feeling of your tight walls, the heat of your cunt has him on the edge but he inhales deeply, trying to control himself. “Fuck.” He hisses when your walls flutter, adjusting to him. “Mesh’la. So - fuck - you’re so tight.” He groans, leaning in to rest his helmet against your forehead.

You moan softly, unable to even tell him that it’s not you that is tight, but he’s just that big. Your short nails scratch at his shoulders but you don’t do any damage; wrapping your legs around him tighter and moaning softly when you are fully relaxed. “Move, riduur. You won’t break me.”

Following your order, he starts to rock his hips, moving inside of you with a low groan of pleasure. You are wet and hot and he isn’t sure if he’s gonna last but he tries to think about how much he hates droids while he rocks inside of you, wanting you to enjoy every moment of this first time together.

You love the groans of your riduur. Holding onto him and moaning his name when he starts moving inside you. Feeling every ridge and throbbing vein of his cock as he rocks forward and you clench around him.

“Imagined this so many times. When I was alone on the Razorcrest. Imagining you. My hand wrapped around my cock. I- I would - I would imagine you beneath him, on top of me. Fuck, you are everything.” He vows, sliding his hand under you to arch your back, allowing him to sink even deeper and hit in a different angle.

“Din!” You close your eyes, crying out his name and your hand slides up to his neck. Not to remove his helmet, but you want to feel the way his heart hammers in his chest. “Love you. Oh fuck- you feel so good.”

“Love you, cyar’ika. You’re mine. My riduur.” He murmurs, loving the feel of your skin pressed against his. He won’t last long, not with how emotional he feels and the way you’re squeezing him, so he shifts his weight onto one forearm so he can slide his other hand between you to rub your clit.

Pretty much all Mandalorians know how to finger and rub a clit. It’s practically required since the removal of the helmet isn’t a thing. At least in your covert. Whimpering his name, your hips rock up to his touch and you feel the tension building in your core.

He can feel you tense, a cry of pleasure escaping your lips and he pulls back so he can see your face. Maker, you are fucking beautiful. “Mesh’la. I need you to cum for me. Cum for me. For your riduur.” He pleads, his cock twitching inside of you as he gets closer.

It only takes another two thrusts along with his clever fingers on your clit for you to fall over the edge. “Din, Din, DIN!” You cry out, back arching in pleasure as you soak his cock in a torrent of your cum.

“Maker. Maker.” Din groans when you clamp down on his cock and he won’t last much longer. His fingers work you through your orgasm until he’s grabbing your thigh, pushing it back against your stomach as he starts to push deep inside of you. Three more thrusts and he’s done, spilling inside of you with a low groan of your name.

You whine, closing your eyes and smiling at the feel of his cum filling you up. The heat rushing through and kissing your womb. “Riduur.” You reach up and caress his helmet softly. “I love you. I hope it takes.”

“Me too. I want to see you full of our ad.” Din pants, trying to catch his breath as his cock twitches inside of you, still spurting cum. “I love you.” He sighs, nudging your neck and wishing he could kiss you. It’s not possible. Having Grogu has shown him that he can have a child and to have another child with you would be his dream come true.

“I love you.” You murmurs quietly, feeling him settle into you as if he has no intention of moving. You don’t mind. You want him to stay just like this after so long being apart. “We will have a child born on Mandalore.” You predict quietly.

“I will pray to the Maker that you are right, riduur. I cannot wait to spend the rest of our lives together. I will follow you to the end of the galaxy. I serve you, mesh’la. I am yours.” He vows, staying inside of you. Tonight belongs to you. Tomorrow you will be taking Mandalore back.

****

“Move out!” Everyone is under heavy fire, your own position behind rocks perilous, although you will protect Grogu with your life. Din rushes towards the tunnel, the baby behind him in his IG-11 suit and you follow up the rear, keeping close to your family. It’s a trap, it feels like a trap. Those are Imperial and you have to wonder what the hell they are doing on Mandalore. 

Din is worried, knowing that they are outnumbered and he is trying to protect his family. His fellow Mandalorians. “Quick, this way.” Din escorts the Mandalorians into the forge and through the halls, aiming his blaster at every Imperial he sees, knowing that winning this is getting more and more unlikely.

As soon as the doors go down between you and Din, you are pulling your blaster and starting to beat against the door. Watching helplessly as the other Mandalorians fall and the troopers start to capture Din with the wires. Taking three of them to subdue him and force him to his knees. You see the way he tilts his head down and it breaks your heart, his fear that they will remove his helmet. A figure in black armor rockets down to the platform and a knot of dread wells up inside you, watching as the figure removes his helmet and reveals that it is none other than Moff Gideon. 

Din struggles as the Imperial goons tangle him in their wires, restricting his moment to the point he kneels down. His helmet tilted up and his eyes widen when he sees Moff Gideon. He wants to curse the Maker, thinking he had finally gotten rid of this asshole, and here he is. “Thank you for gathering the Mandalorians into one place.” Moff says. Din struggles against the holds as Moff gives a speech about Mandalore. “Forged from beskar alloy.” He declares and Din’s eyes widen. How did he get beskar like that? He steps closer to Din who pants, praying that you get off planet. You and the kid have to be safe. “And the most impressive improvement is that it has me in it. You see, every society has something to offer. The cloners. The Jedi. And even the Mandalorians. By aggregating the best of each, I will create an army that will bring order to the galaxy. Why don’t we take your fleet off the board while we still have the element of surprise? Activate the interceptors and bombers.” Moff orders and Bo steps closer to the door. “No!” She says but it’s too late, the TIE fighters are activating. “In but a few moments, the Purge of Mandalore will be complete.” Moff says and Din pants, starting to panic at how helpless he is. “Take him to the debriefing room.” Moff orders and Din tries to struggle, looking back at you through the glass. “Go!” He commands as he is dragged away.

Angry, you slam your fist against the blaster proof glass and call out for your riduur. “Din!” You hate that he is in Gideon’s clutches, knowing that it might be the last time you see him. Din had told you about avoiding him, besting him and taking the Dark Saber from him through combat on the Light Cruiser. The same Light Cruiser you had spent your wedding night on. “I should have killed you when I had the chance!” Bo-Katan hisses and you agree, knowing you will hunt him to the ends of the galaxy if it means getting Din back. “I will kill you now.” You vow. “Open the door and face me.” 

Moff steps closer, tilting his head as he looks at you before he focuses on Bo-Katan. “Do you have the dark saber? The one that is rightfully mine?” He asks and she holds it up. “And you…you are Din Djarin’s…lover?” He guesses, pleased with this information. Djarin has weaknesses other than the child that can be exploited

“His riduur.” You spit. “One who will never stop coming for the man who has taken him from me.” You promise, glaring at him through the visor of your helmet.

Moff raises his eyebrows, “congratulations. I will make sure your husband is in good hands.” He says like it’s the last thing that is going to happen. You slam your fist against the glass and Moff snorts, stepping back to offer Bo-Katan a chance to hand over the darksaber. “Now, surrender the Darksaber and tell these people that this planet is mine.” Moff orders and Bo-Katan nods to Paz. “This is the way.” He nods, looking over at you. You withdraw your blaster, aiming at the glass while Bo-Katan slithers back to work on opening up the metal door.

“Open the blast doors.” Moff Gideon orders, looking at you with a vaguely amused expression on his face as you continuously fire your blaster towards his head. “Kill them.” He puts his helmet back on and lifts off, leaving the squadron to do his bidding as the doors open and you start killing his troopers. Part of you wants to use your Rising Phoenix, to follow Moff Gideon to where Din is, but you can’t leave your fellow Mandalorians. Not until they are safe. 

“Go!” Bo-Katan orders her people, knowing they won’t be able to stand strong against the Imperials. She grabs onto you, “you need to go. Take the child.” She orders, knowing it’s likely you could also be pregnant right now. Everyone thinks that. Even Paz. “You need to go. Protect Djarin’s ads. This is the way.” He says, lifting his weapon to step forward and take the heat.

Closing your eyes behind your helmet, you curse the circumstances behind your separation from Din again. Your hand slides down to your stomach, that portion not protected by armor and you nod, whirling around and running towards Grogu and the door. If you cannot save Din now, it’s better to escape with his ad and potentially his next child.

Paz knows he has to protect the next generations of Mandalorians. His ad, Din Djarin’s unborn ad. He aims his weapon at the Imperial bastards and he’s prepared to die to save the ads and his people. This Is The Way.

Tears stream down your face under your helmet as you make your way back towards the surface, praying that you can find a way out. If Din doesn’t survive, you need to protect Grogu and keep his clan strong. But you will never stop fighting for him and all Mandalorians. Including the future one you carry in your belly.

[partly-cloudyskies]

sulemio week 24 - prompt: (science) fantasy

(i.e., the star wars au no one asked for)

“I said to keep your guard up!” Even as Miorine’s head rung from the previous blow she tried to block the next that she knew was coming. She raised her arm up and activated the energy shield in her gauntlet. A blue disc of light snapped over her wrist in time to spare her an amputation from the vibro-axe that arced down and spat an angry fountain of sparks from where it struck the shield. But the strike was jarring, reverberating in her bones. Her guard was down again and she knew she was about to get punished for it. A heavy boot impacted her armored chest with enough force to drive the air out of her lungs. She flew backward, the clatter and screech of her armor striking the metal deck echoed in the large space. “I yield,” she said through gritted teeth, the words echoing in her helmet. Kenanji Avery was not the sort to stop a sparring match just because his opponent was on the ground. It was a hard thing for Miorine to swallow her pride, but it was a harder thing to spend two nights in the infirmary. The adjudicator echoed her as she lay sprawled on the floor. She heard heavy footsteps approach and she could already imagine Avery smiling down on her. “You require more training, milady.” Miorine coughed and rolled over, getting to her feet. “You do not train, Grand Marshall Avery,” she said. “You brutalize people who cannot fight back and you call that instructive. It makes for poor lessons.” “When the enemy can be defeated by criticism, I shall take your input into consideration,” Avery said. “Until then, stow your armor and inform your father of your latest defeat.” Miorine took off her helmet and looked up to the observation deck where several figures could be seen standing. “I’m sure he already knows.”

i missed a few days because my brain got seized by this thing so please enjoy it!!!

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Clan of Three - Chapter 8

Chapter Eight: The Marshal

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

Word Count: 11.2K

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

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

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

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

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

“Enjoy the fights.”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Someone who looks like me.”

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

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

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

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

“The Marshal will be looking like you.”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“How far?” “Not far.”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“It stinks.” He says repulsed by it.

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

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

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

“Lower your voice.” Din snaps at him.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“I wouldn’t be so sure.“

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

That night you created the weapon of the jedi.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“That’s a..”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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Gurgoyle G-10 Power Armor for Savage Rifts

Originally released on p. 205 of Rifts World Book 5: Triax and the NGR

The gurgoyle power armor is a full environmental suit with robot augmentation much like the human suits. It is giant-sized because the wearer is a giant. The armor has wicked, spiked shoulder plates, jet thrusters for power leaps , and a few basic weapons. The complexity of the weapons and the suit's operation have been kept to a minimum. Weapons are deliberately familiar and easy to use. They include vibro-claws for hand to hand combat, a vibro-axe, an optional hand-gun and built-in ion blasters and mini-missiles . The sensor and communication system are similar to those of the human units , but with simpler display screens and more automated systems to make the armor user friendly.

Size 3 (Normal), +11 MDC Armor, +6 Toughness, Strength d12+6, Pace 18 + d10 (100 MPH). 3,086 lbs, Rarity -6 Restricted, 2 million or more credits

Notes: Jet-Assisted Jumping (Jump +12" horizontal, +6" vertical), 100 MPH overland speed.

Weapons

2x Anti-Personnel Ion Blasters on the lower portion of the chest. Each is a circular style turret that can rotate in all directions 90 degrees.

1x Concealed Back Mini-Missile Launcher holding 4 mini missiles.

2x Giant Vibro-Claws, one in each hand. (Str+2d6 MD, AP 10, +1 Parry when paired, Min Str d8, Weight 10, 22000 credits)

Giant Vibro-Axe as a standard weapon. (Reach 2, Sized for 2+ or larger, requires 2 hands if not size 3 or larger, Str+3d6 MD, AP 14, Min Strength d12+2, Weigh 14, 45000 credits)

While the default Power Armor doesn't come with Energy Rifles or Rail Guns, they are often carried and used.

[untilteddocument]

After-Action Archive Caves of Qud - Challenging the Sky-Bear

Welcome again, one and all, to the After-Action Archive! This is another fun incident in Caves of Qud, less weighty in a plot sense than the last one, but connected to some intense in-game history.

I'm starting to make these regularly enough that I guess this could count as a semi-full LP outside of the beginning quests, but it's still more or less a sort of highlight reel. With that in mind, it's time to wake the other sleeping bear.

Things have calmed down since the defense of Grit Gate. The Barathrumites have largely gotten back into routine, and I've been back to exploring ruins and generally trying to make my way in Qud. However, there is a larger reason behind my explorations now, thanks to my meeting with the namesake and founder of the Barathrumites, Barathrum the Old.

After the defense of Grit Gate, he had answers for what he's been having me do.

That's pretty heady stuff, and it explained why, in the face of the Putus Templar, he considered this matter particularly urgent. Now, there's more information he gave that isn't relevant to this specific event, so I will leave that for later, but the gist I got is that things will become more dangerous from here on out. I'm not going to let the Putus Templar near-overwhelm me like they did last time.

For that, I need to get stronger.

And that's why I'm here in Bethesda Susa again. I was finally able to scrape together the items that some sparking baetyls in the middle levels were requesting (the rewards were nice but nothing special), and furthermore, I had a couple of ideas for upping my combat efficacy that I figured were ripe for the pursuing.

For one, I've secured the assistance of another friend.

Meet the third member of my motley crew, Warden Indrix of Kyakukya. Whereas Ualraig and Esther are more balanced in terms of stats, Indrix is plainly weighted towards offense. His signature two-handed axe and his full spread of axe skills make him extremely dangerous on the attack while his horns, despite acting as a shield, provide a paltry amount of extra armor when blocking, equivalent to a buckler. It buys enough time, considering his Regeneration mutation, but he is reliant on his strength to kill faster than he dies.

This, of course, made his ideal ranged weapon obvious to me.

The turbow is the perfect weapon for high-strength characters. Its base penetration of 4 borrows Indrix's incredible +9 Strength modifier to reach 13, then is further boosted by 4. I'm less certain on what exactly it does as far as damage (I think it boosts the arrow's damage from 1d8+2 to 5d8+3, but I could be wrong), but either way, that high penetration value will deal a lot of damage on average. Scoped helps compensate for Indrix's less-impressive Agility, and using a biodynamic cell specifically is for sustainability, since Indrix will be surrounded by blood on a regular basis.

My other companions have been updated as well. Ualraig's is more obviously dramatic.

In place of his ironweave cloak, I instead gave him a pair of helping hands, back-mounted robotic limbs that effectively give him the Multiple Arms mutation (and would stack with that if he gets it!). That's a total of four weapons he can bring to bear, two of them being effective against any amount of armor. That being said, vibro blades do require power to be effective, and while he does have a brace of energy cells available, I lucked into a different solution.

Four levels of Electrical Generation is more than enough to power those vibro blades permanently, and the gun itself isn't bad at all. I also instructed him to start training in Multi-Weapon Fighting, which would make his arsenal even more effective. For defense, I was able to procure a legendary artifact for him.

The best arm-mounted buckler in the game, Stopsvalinn offers a decent amount of extra armor on block, and also provides a costly but useful option of encasing him in a force bubble, similar to a force bracelet. It's the best extra defensive option he has available without sacrificing one of his weapon arms for a dedicated shield.

And speaking of shields...

The resident shield specialist did get some upgrades to her equipment, but in a more subtle way. Rather than directly increasing her damage-dealing or defensive capability (aside from the extra elemental resistances of the new gear), I've given her several items, ranging from that relic floating glowsphere to those tricked-out sunglasses, that boost her Ego. I'll explain why later, but for anyone unaware of the effects of that, suffice it to say for now that this was an intentional decision.

This wasn't all, though. There are a couple of powerful options I have in mind, but for that, I needed to undertake a challenge.

Bethesda Susa has history sealed within it, plain to see in the abandoned floors between the surface and the Mechanimists' Temple of the Rock. This used to be a facility of deft artifice, with a particular focus on medical technology.

The three trolls in the upper levels clearly relied on the pools of convalessence to bolster their ability to survive combat, but the many regeneration tanks in the abandoned wards beneath them clearly relied on those reservoirs pumping into them to function. Nearby those were lockboxes and cabinets filled with bandages and tonics, anything one would need to cure any sort of physical ailment. Scattered among them were chalkboards and worktables, ready for equations and projects long forgotten. For other needs, there was a cybernetics facility in lower floors with still-functional becoming nooks.

And below all those, just above the Temple of the Rock, lay the aptly named cryobarrios. The cryobarrios are the most literal of the history sealed within this place, with creatures frozen and preserved in clouds of cryogenic gas. The majority of them are creatures of great zoological interest and danger.

And one other.

Here, in the icy depths of Bethesda Susa, lay preserved a legendary warrior, former lord magistrate, conqueror, the one to seal Ptoh's dimensional prison. That name, especially, is enough to bring pause. Ptoh is a godlike scion of the darkling star, a creature capable of warping space and matter to Its will. Though not widely-spoken-of, Its influence is widely felt. The amaranthine prism, the artifact that drove Indrix's older brother mad, is a key to Ptoh's prison, and the Disciples of the Sightless Way hunt and consume the essence of espers in thrall to Ptoh's command. To imagine a being capable of even briefly matching It in combat chills my blood, though hardly as cold as the warrior himself, now.

Saad Amus, the Sky-Bear

The thing is, I know of Saad Amus not just from history. Through some twist of fate, a clone of him lives in Kyakukya, a convert to the worship of the Ape God Oboroqoru. I imagine that even with Indrix absent, Kyakukya would not be wanting in protection. For now, though, we would be testing our mettle against the original. One could easily describe pitting my group against a single fighter is unfair.

And one would be right!

I'm a tinker! What incentive would there be for me to fight fair? He'd cut me down with ease. In any case...

After smashing the cryochamber open, I waited. The ice was too thick, and we couldn't do much else but think and let him thaw out.

Hm.

Defensive stance confirmed my research; he's using a long blade. At least that means there's less need to worry about losing an arm. That does, mean, though, that our weapons are still not guaranteed. He could knock them out of our hands and finish us at leisure. In addition to that, it's a vibro weapon, and that is a threat at any level. I'm not keen on seeing how much damage he could do with it. At least omniphase isn't relevant to us since none of our defenses involve phasing out. That phase spider better watch out, though!

Hm.

On the plus side, that armor value's hardly impressive (aside from it not being due to any worn piece of gear, except maybe those sandals?), but I don't know how agile he is. At any rate, if we can hit him, it will likely hurt him. Him having more HP than any of us might be a problem if he dodges everything, though.

Hm.

He's rated as Tough, same as Ualraig. I wonder if that means they'd be an even match for each other, even in a duel. If that's the case, we've got this in the bag. That sure would be nice.

At this point, I imagine it would be obvious to any observer that I was trying to soften the anticipation and dread by strategizing. Every turn spent waiting was heavy with it. I had confidence that we would prevail in the end, but at what cost? And would this worry affect that? Would my arm, sluggish with awe, find its mark too late?

Try to stay still, stay calm in the storm.

Breathe in.

Breathe out.

Not tensed but ready.

Breathe in.

Breathe out.

Not thinking but not dreaming.

Breathe in.

Breathe out.

N-

Saad Amus saw fit to cut my rumination short by jetting forward faster than thought, handily knocking my gun to the floor, then hitting me for roughly a quarter of my life. An opener to be expected from the sealer of Ptoh's prison.

I silently thanked him for jolting me into action.

Before that, though, I had previously mentioned Ego, and this is where it's relevant. Aside from affecting trade values and acting as a threshold for certain skills, it actually gives a boost to mental mutations...of which Temporal Fugue is one. Thanks to the boost, Esther is now literally six motherfuckers!

Also, it's my turn again, so let's see how well the legendary warrior takes having an ar-

Oh shit.

I guess we've got a brawl brawl on our hands.

The good thing is, Saad Amus is focusing on me, and I'm by far the least of the threats to him in this group. On the other hand, if I go down, it won't matter to me how many companions I have. Doesn't look like he'll be able to do anything unless he focuses me down, though, and with my medical supplies plus his lack of stunning attacks, he won't get much of a chance at that. Even swiping at us and making us all back up for a bit is only delaying the inevitable. With a flurry of projectiles and one last swing from my picked-up axe, he goes down fighting, an end both fitting for a warrior and ignoble for one of his stature.

As we stand over his body and pay our final respects, I wonder. Was this truly the warrior who was able to match Ptoh? If so, what does that mean for us? Have we proven ourselves strong enough to do as he did, in the event of its need? Given my decisions, our actions, are we bound to take on the responsibility of his mantle?

More worryingly, what if this was merely a victory over ring rust, and we had just crushed any hope of deliverance if Ptoh's prison weakens enough?

Then I remembered that there's a bunch of clones of this guy and they're all exactly as capable as he was, so we should be okay, at least in concert.

Well, as capable, but not as equipped.

This item, the Flume-Flier of the Sky-Bear, is unique to the original, and it's a near-perfect match for his weaponry. That being said, it's also a good match for Indrix's fighting style plus matches his portable beehive's dodge value, so I gave to him.

And then I promptly forbade him from using it in towns because he kept zooming around the Stiltgrounds and tearing himself up on those fucking massive patches of fractus.

A good start, of course, but the true aim of challenging the Sky-Bear was his weapon.

The ceremonial vibrokhopesh, which accompanies every Saad Amus, is a full upgrade to the common vibro blades that I'm able to make. Note the lack of a slot for an energy cell; that isn't because this thing doesn't need power. Where does it get that power, then, one might ask? The answer is simple.

Nothing.

This piece of technology is powered by what is called a Zero Point Energy Collector, a marvel of engineering possibly from the days of the Eaters themselves. It generates enough charge each turn to power the weapon's adaptive penetration value. The drawback to this is its very advancement; as it warps reality to achieve its effects, normality-imposing effects work to stop it, and with no energy cell slot, it has no backup available.

And that's where my specialty comes in.

Sharpening the blade adds to its penetration value, meaning that with its variable penetration, it will always have a better chance to pierce armor multiple times for more damage. Rigging it to deal extra electric damage makes it useful against robots and other foes that are vulnerable to that, but the real bonus is the slot it grants for an energy cell, giving the weapon a mundane backup if confronting normality effects. The last modification is protection against the only remaining way to shut its adaptive penetration off: EMP. Seeing as the Putus Templar make liberal use of both methods of disruption and rely on their heavy armor, this also makes it more consistently effective against them.

The result is a masterpiece of a weapon made even stronger.

I can only imagine that even Saad Amus himself would have appreciated this upgrade. As it stands, Warden Ualraig's praise will have to do.

And while we're at it...I've got a metamorphic polygel to spare.

Granting this pair to Ualraig as his new main weapons and relegating the regular vibro blades to the helping hands will make him and the party by extension far more dangerous. While I don't relish fighting the Putus Templar again, they and anything else that seeks our ruin would do well to approach carefully.

I'll tell Indrix he can use the jetpack again. I'll fucking do it.

[wonderencyclopedia]

Name: Armageddon First Appearance: Wonder Woman #234 (1977) Creators: Gerry Conway and Don Heck Abilities: Axe haver. Possesses ‘vibro boots’ which can cause anything he strikes to vibrate until it disintegrates. Jetpack haver. Possesses a super serum which can turn anyone into a mindless hulk-like berserker. Wields Poseidons trident. Possesses Neptunes trumpet of translation.

Backstory: His identity wreathed in mystery. Armageddon was a nazi agent driven by both a disgusting belief in eugenics, and an undying hatred for Russia. Acquiring a number of weapons and concotions, he would be sent to America in order to collapse its government so that Germany could conquer the world.

Between scientific inventions which were decades beyond anything possible in the 1950s, and magical artifacts capable of incredible feats, Armageddon was a force to be reckoned with who was fervently dedicated to his twisted beliefs.

[lonewolflupe]

aLoF | Lone Wolf Squad (OCs)

I'm so excited to finally introduce the Lone Wolf Squad (aka Lone Wolves) to you! The squad is commanded by my Jedi OC Lupe, and you can read about them in my TCW/TBB longfic A Lupe Of Faith. They just made their first appearance in chapter 4: Pick Of The Pack.

Some funfacts about these gentlemen (top left Ragnar, top right Twist, bottom left Claw, bottom right Fang) below the cut (:

Ragnar (sergeant) (top left)

Is into space Vikings

The tattoo on his face reads 'vode an' (in elder futhark runes)

Weapon of choice is a (one handed) vibro-axe

Twist (top right)

Is shy and stutters (especially when shy)

Has a small scomp behind his ear (when his helmet is off)

Is the youngest of the squad

Claw (bottom left)

Twins with Fang (oldest twin)

Always has to keep an eye out on Fang

Is a great pilot (can handle tough flight situations)

Fang (bottom right)

Twins with Claw (youngest twin)

Is the joker of the squad

Got his scars by being unnecessarily careless

I might adjust their designs on the go, as I'll (hopefully) acquaint myself with drawing humans/drawing digitally more

[fantasyfantasygames]

Boomslang

Boomslang, xXxbeefman300xXx, 2020

Making a kitchen sink setting can be surprisingly difficult. Boomslang tries to incorporate a wild-west aesthetic, 4chan style trolling, a non-sexy interpretation of Naughty & Dice, subtle bio-implants, zombie Pinkertons ruling Texas, and an unexpectedly long section on vibro-axe dueling. And of course it uses a d12.

It turns out that... sigh... xXxbeefman300xXx, which I refuse to type again, was participating in 5 simultaneous game jams. Bonus points for ambition and audacity, but the resulting game isn't really playable. It's also packed full of trolling, some of which is funny and some of which is racist, and the author doesn't seem to be able to tell the difference.

The system has you roll 4d12, looking for the lowest number, but counting 12s as "successes". The game does not define what "successes" do. Attributes are rated from -1 to +11, with higher numbers clearly being better (the "Followers" attribute gives you more people the higher your rating is) but one page saying that they get "added to your roll," with an example of a +6 attribute turning a roll of 3 into an 8. No, that's not a typo - at least not from me. The attributes are Followers, Folly, Folklore, and Folderol, so they all have the exact same three-letter abbreviation.

The combat system is 10 pages, 9 of which is dueling with vibro-axes. There are extensive rules for positioning, stances, terrain effects, what happens if one of you is flying (nothing in the game gives you flight), and the effects of fame and morale. As you might guess, none of the mechanics for those match. "Damage" is referenced without having anything named "Hit Points" or "Wounds" or the like. There are no non-combat mechanics.

There are things worth mining from Boomslang, but honestly, give this one a pass. You can mine cooler things from much better games. Hopefully someone will do something better with the name some day, so that this one can be forgotten.

Boomslang can be found alongside other games of similar pedigree, by which I mean nowhere. It probably lives on some sort of chan or kun, honestly.

[gowithplana]

You've just died

↳ what loot items do you drop?

COMMON:

Hard Opal Candy, Tanzanite Crunch, Rust sticks, Sharp Fang, Claw tip, Medi-grade

UNCOMMON:

Plasma Pistol, Single damaged Audial Fin, piece of a Damaged Chest Plate

RARE:

High grade, Data pad with state secrets, Original Writing of Towards Peace,

ULTRA RARE:

Vibro Knife, Picture of Jazz, Picture of Rung, Picture of Megatron, Picture of Ratchet, Team Prime group Photo

LEGENDARY:

Jet Pack, Energon Axe, The Magnus Hammer, Intact Chest Plate, Intact Pair of Audial fins

Tagged by:  @helicrazy​ Tagging: @spymeister​ @mastermegatron​ @martyrix​ and anyone else

[gwiazdowe]

🛑 Obi-Wan cleans blood off of Cirz

|| send 🛑 to clean blood off of my muse after they protected yours

Cirz’s eyes squeeze shut. It’s not the sight of blood that upsets him, but he feels upset, like a knot inside him, like the pounding of his heart, like dryness in his throat. He tells himself that it was a learned response, a measured one. He tells himself that he seized the vibro-ax in defense. It was instinctive, and loud, and made the force snarl like a threatened thing, and now that Cirz can think outside of danger, he thinks that master Kenobi could have defended himself just fine too, without the ax.

“I don’t like this master Obi.” Cirz whispers, saddened, dazed by this newfound discovery, he utters to the cover of the man’s chest. “They're going to make killers out of us.”

[dindjarindiaries]

"The bite of the vibro-axe had been painful but not particularly deep, and the cauterizer sealed the flesh into a puckered, blackened soon-to-be scar—another in a collection of many."

Din canonically having a large collection of scars... I'm gonna scream

[thehollowprince]

Build a Bounty Hunter With Me!

They're an infamous bounty hunter, so obviously, they have a cool weapon that stands out from the crowd.

Regardless of which weapon is picked, our Bounty Hunter will have a standard blaster pistol. Links to weapon descriptions below, in case you're unfamiliar.

Ryyk Blade

Electrohammer

Wan-Shen

Bowcaster

Vibro-ax

Petar

Lightbow

Electro/Shock Whip

Selonian Glaive

Bo-Rifle

[oh-no-eu-didnt]

Vibro-axes were a type of melee weapon common in the galaxy. Varying in size and shape, some resembling primitive axes. With their weight, vibro-axes were effective at chopping through objects and beings. The vibro technology behind them caused the weapons to vibrate, causing more damage and giving them a better edge in combat.

Source: Savage Spirits (Art: Cristi Balanescu; 2016)

First Appearance: Han Solo’s Revenge (1979)