#yes thats an actual blaster in star wars look it up

[jessiebanethedragon]

Can we get a fic where the bad batch is on a mission and they find a SUPER shy 16 year old girl (the reader) who lost her parents in the war. The men take the reader with them and take care of her. But they don’t know that the reader has been trained in advanced martial arts her entire life and they find this out when the reader takes out a bunch of droids by herself. The bad batch take the reader in as their little sister in the end.

kinda long, i hope thats okay, and as always i really hope you enjoy it! 

You’re found underneath a mountain made of rumble, mud, water and ash. The Bad Batch takes hours moving debris for Wrecker to pull you out of a still smoking room that was once your family's apartment. 

Your people were an interesting folk, training their young in intense forms of defensive combat. You could speak more languages than you could count on your fingers, and years of being taught anything and everything, one could consider you to be a perfect soldier. Except for the fact that your people dedicated themselves to the natural wonders of the universe and were neutral in every notable war the republic had ever seen. 

The separatists did not see it that way. 

“What do we do with it?” Crosshair asked when they returned to the camp, you haven't said a word. And clone force 99 was starting to wonder if you even spoke basic. So far you had only moved when necessary and they only realized you were even human once the dust, mud and blood had been cleared from your face. 

“I think the ‘it’ is actually a ‘she’.” Tech corrects side-eyeing you from where you sit close to their fire. 

“What are we going to do with she?” Crosshair repeated, annoyed. But enjoying the mumbling from his brother about ‘grammatical insolence.’ Wrecker and Tech both shrugged as Hunter sighed and took a plate of rations over to you. 

“Hey, you need to eat.” He said pushing the plate towards you, watching as you watched the plate, but made no move towards it. 

“Can you tell me your name?” Hunter asked, trying his hardest to sound not like a hardened military sergeant. He sees your lips move but can barely make out the sound that travels past them. “Can you just be a bit louder maybe?” He asks for the first time ever, given his enhanced hearing. He catches your name as it wisps by him, repeating it to make sure he’s got it right.  

“Do you have anyone? Anyone off-world or that might still be…” He stops himself before the word ‘alive’. And you shake your head ‘no’ anyways. It’s only after Hunter gets up to leave that you slowly reach for the plate of food. 

“She has to come with us.” Hunter relays to the group, who are keeping their distance from the shy young girl they’ve found. Each member nods, none of them seem to know what to do with you, but they know you’re safest with the Bad Batch. 

It takes weeks before any of them hear your voice, your real voice. So far you’ve stuck to mumbles, nods and hand gestures. No one seems to mind, except for when you make Wrecker jump out of his skin when you seemingly appear out of nowhere. 

“Crosshair you di'kut!” Tech shouts one morning running into the main area of the Havoc Marauder. Everyone has to suppress a chuckle at the sound of Huttese coming from his helmet. “How in the kriff am I supposed to fix this?” Tech throws his hands in the air, slamming his bucket on the table. 

“Would you like me to fix it?” You offer from your corner of the ship. Stunning everyone into silence. “I am fluent in huttese.” You explain reaching for Tech's helmet, and matching holopad. No one says anything as you tap a few things and place it back down. 

“Thank you, mirdala.” Tech says in awe. Opting to compliment you in mando’a rather than basic as to not make you uncomfortable. 

“I also speak mando’a.” You add, looking at him with a smile. 

“Kandosii'la!” He exclaims happily, “nice to finally have some more brains around here.” Tech smiles at you while his brothers come over the shock of hearing your voice properly for the first time. 

After that morning things begin to shift a little bit. The batch takes to calling you mirdala as a nickname and constant compliment. (And to try and get you out of the sarlacc pit of shyness you live in.) And you slowly start to chat rather than just talk with the men you find yourself in the company of. Yet you still don’t talk about your home at all, eventually they stop asking. Until one day Hunter presses a small blaster into your hands while the five of you are standing on the ramp of the marauder. 

“Just a precaution, this place shouldn't be  dangerous. But I'd rather you have it and not need it then need it and not have it.” He tells you, and places a hand on your shoulder. “Know how to use it?” You nod, flipping it around in your hand, it’s foreign and familiar all at once. The click of the safety sounds a bit janky and the hilt is slightly off kilter. Hunter watches you inspect the blaster with the precision of a GAR clone. 

“Thank you.” You say to him, tucking it away, and following the group off the ramp and into the market. 

It takes all of one half of an hour for all hell to break loose. One battalion of droids verses one bad batch’s Wrecker didn’t exactly go well, the two of you attacked from behind unsuspectingly leading him into throwing you onto the nearest roof and going through the droids one by one. You hear the whir of commando droids before you see them and take off, launching yourself onto the next roof as blaster bolts rush by. Running through the second market that rests on the rooftops of the one below you dash between stalls, people and droids as you scramble away. One last jump into what you think is the side of a building but is actually air covered by a mass of cloth sends you into the  ground below winding you. 

“Mirdala!” Crosshair shouts in surprise as you seem to literally fall from the sky above him. This brief distraction allows for a droid to take a shot at him and you know he’s too preoccupied to save you. 

That's fine, you don’t need saying anyways. 

Falling into a fighting stance is so familiar to your muscles, you could close your eyes and you’d be back in your training centre. It feels so real you can almost smell it. Elbows and feet fly, echoes of advice ring in your ears. ‘Your elbows carry power, your feet are the most important weapons, stance is everything.” At this point the blaster is basically useless, you’re the weapon Hunter wished you didn’t need. And so when Crosshair barrels into you, throwing the two of you behind a crate as a detonator goes off, you both face plant into the ground. 

“You okay Mirdala?” Tech asks pulling you off the ground, dusting your shoulders off.  

“Where is everyone?” You ask worriedly looking around for everyone, once you see Hunter, Wrecker and Crosshair near you, you begin to calm down. Wrecker comes over to you looking far too happy for a man who was just in battle. 

“That was amazing Mirdala! Shoulda seen ‘er Sarge!” He says nudging Hunter harshly. You can’t help but blush as Wrecker rentals how you flew from building to building. Letting Crosshair summarize your skills with ‘she fights well.’ (Before taking over and gushing about you again.)

You’re sitting outside as the sunsets, being alone is preferable right now. Today was, for lack of a better term, a lot. But of course, naturally, the Batch joins you. 

“You ever gunna open up to us mirdala?” Hunter bluntly asks, looking scared and worried. You nod but stop yourself, pushing the shyness for a verbal answer. 

“Yes, just not used to it.” it's a short answer, much shorter than it should be. But it’s a small win and Hunter is happy for it. 

“I researched your home world, were you going to tell us about your skills?” Tech asks, eyes meeting yours. 

“I thought it was normal.” You explain, looking around for others before sighing. “I’ve never been off-world before, not even outside of my city. This is very unusual for me.” You say trying to explain that your people keep to themselves even where they're around those they trust. 

“What else can you do?” Wrecker chimes in, curious as ever. But adds “never mind” when Crosshair elbows him. 

“You’re trained like us...” The sniper says, catching the curves of a small smile beginning when he says this. “Vod’ika.” He adds slowly, careful to watch your face to make sure he didn't upset you.

“Come out of your shell vod’ika, our shell most certainly has room for one more.” Hunter says, looking not at you but at the setting suns of the planet. 

“I always wanted a little sister!” Wrecker encourages with an excited hop. You turn to Tech waiting for his take on the situation. 

“Makes logical sense.” He teases, putting his helmet over your head. “Fits well, looks good vod’ika.” The helmet doesn't fit at all, flopping from side to side as you look around. 

“Sounds good to me ori'vod.” you say with a lopsided smile on your face. As the suns finally start to  turn into stars. 

“Aliit ori'shya tal'din” Hunter says, prompting his brother to repeat it after him. 

“Family is more than blood.” You translate to basic stunning at the touching words. 

“Come lil’ sister. It’s kriffing cold out here.” Crosshair says getting up off the ground, Wrecker immediately scrambles to piggyback you to the ship. The five of you teasing each other and laughing all the way.

[padawanlost]

when has the force been able to heal? i dont remember any mention but then i forget that anakin was born from the force.. what can the force do/cant do? thats not how the force works! *han solo voice* actually idk how it works please enlighten me

The force has been used to heal people for a long time, the Jedi Order even had its own medical center filled with highly trained Jedi Healers. However, there were rules. Not everything could be heal, not everyone could do it and never magically healed anyone. Life-threatening injuries were still, you know, life-threatening injuries. And it took a lot of time and effort to heal them (when they *could* be healed).

Jedi were taught how basic healing skills, but only a handful of Jedi had the skill necessary to become Healers. It wasn’t something inherent to all force-sensitive either. Look at it as a medical professional, anyone can put a band-aid on but not everyone can perform a surgery. The Jedi that could heal wounds as easily as a doctor could, spent YEARS training to hone their skills as JEDI HEALERS. Everyone else knew the basic stuff that would help in battle but they weren’t trained enough to be considered actual healers. They could only heal stuff like some lightsaber/blaster wounds

And even wounds that *could* be healed weren’t magically so. Jedi Healers used tools like crystals to help channel the force to help the process, without this tools, the Jedi doing the healing could end up harming the patient or themselves (which is way most of the healing was done by the trained professionals). What the healers did was like help the body to heal faster, by fighting infections, locating internal injuries, being able to ‘feel’ what was happening with unconscious patients, etc. It didn’t work like magic, where they can point at you, wave their hands and suddenly all is help. For life-threatening wounds like lightsaber amputations, the patient was sent to the Jedi Healer Rooms and it usually took them quite a while to fully recover. Anakin was healed by the best Healer the Jedi Order had during the clone wars – Vokara Che, the Temple’s Chief Healer – and it still took him weeks before the was fully recovered.

Here’s a inner look into the force healing process (not from a trained professional):

Obi-Wan felt a surge of misgiving. He had no formal training, no healing crystal to call on. All he had was desperation and a certain affinity for this work. […]Restless, breathing harshly, Bohle tossed her head on the pillow, her pain like a wildfire. Obi-Wan pressed his palm against her cheek and gently, inexorably, imposed his will upon her. Hush, Bohle. Be at peace. Don’t fight me. Feel your daughter beside you. Feel her love. Let go of your terror. Let me in … let me in … With a familiar, warm rush he felt himself plunge deeper into the Force, felt its power flood through him. Never knowing exactly how he did what he did, he made himself a conduit and let its mysterious strength soak into the sick woman’s body. Dimly he heard Greti gasp as the Force stirred ever more strongly within her, instinct guiding her fledgling powers. A slow, deep shudder racked Bohle head to toe. […] He could feel the Force working through Bohle’s sick body, grappling with the rampant infection. And then he was gasping as an echo of her sickness sounded through him, as he became a conduit for her pain. Heat scorched his blood. A vise closed around his skull. His hand burst into a bright and blinding anguish. […] This was a fight as vicious as any battlefield encounter. The infection was his enemy, Bohle’s recovery his goal. Caught up in the struggle, he didn’t care what it cost him, didn’t care that it hurt him. He cared only to win. Fight with me, Bohle. Don’t give up. If only he were a true healer. To have that power now, to know he could undo this awful infection as effortlessly as he could deflect a volley of blaster bolts … Come on, Kenobi. Make her better. And then he felt it—the shift, the change in Bohle’s blood. It wasn’t a cure, not completely—but it was change enough to give her a fighting chance. Pulling himself free of the Force, he saw that Bohle lay still now, her chest rising and falling slowly and steadily. [Karen Miller. Star Wars: Clone Wars Gambit: Siege]

It nearly drained Obi-wan help a woman suffering from a generalized infection. This and healing injuries like “broken bones and split, spoiled muscle and some kind of growing pressure on the brain” almost killed him.

WATCHING OBI-WAN DRAG HIMSELF back to awareness, Anakin felt a rising fear. Only trained healers were supposed to work on injuries like Arrad’s, and they were meant to use special crystals so they could safely contain and focus their energy. Two experienced healers on the war’s front line had crippled themselves doing what his mentor was trying to do now. [Karen Miller. Star Wars: Clone Wars Gambit: Siege]

Yes, the force can be used to heal but not everything and not without consequences for person doing the healing.

[mandindjarin]

just found the time to add some comments to this. this fic is so creative, natural, and wonderful!! i look so forward to reading each chapter.

Gray shirt, form fitting black cargo pants, and sturdy brown boots...

(Your half-serious inquiry about skinny jeans and ballet flats had earned you a long, strange look.)

see also: my entire wardrobe… skinny jean queens

An exasperated sigh reaches your ears from the opposite end of the shop. Mando has spent the last forty-five minutes lurking in corners…

me, picturing din in a macy’s, ducking behind racks of clothing and fondling the shoe displays: seems about right

Goddamn it, you had forgotten deodorant.

ah yes, my most consistent & prevalent fear

“You don’t need to pay me back.”

shut up.

“Short debts make long friends,” you stubbornly insist.

HEY THATS THE TITLE. I DONT LIKE THAT

Another sigh. 

He seems to do that a lot around you.

definitely feeling like reader is written after op watched my friends & i interact

You’re not beyond making him pinky swear.

reader would introduce pinky swears to star wars. i am reader

This is all starting to feel so cliché you might as well kick back now and wait for the sex.

i am, with popcorn & everything. (this humor reader has is so effortless and natural i LOVE)

“Can I name it DSM-5?”

i laughed so loud at this that i woke my dogs up

“Besides, it already likes your wife.”

“No, it fucking adores his wife,” you declare.

Mando’s vocoder emits a strangled sound; you’ve either broken his brain or he’s choking on his own saliva, but if this is all a hallucination, then you want to invest your time goggling an Artoo unit, not upgrading your wardrobe.

(me, debating between a keysmash and attempting to be articulate):!!!!!!!!!

A long arm slides around your waist from behind and starts hauling you up.

who’s drool is that? who is drooling rn?

“You done?” he dryly inquires.

no.

You are yanked out of harm’s way, so hard that your shoulder nearly separates from its socket, but Mando steps into your fall before you stumble and seizes you with both arms. He pulls you in, swiftly wrapping his left hand and forearm around your head before pressing your cheek against his chest to shield your face.

You stand numbly in place, dazed.

“Give it a minute for the air to clear.”

i am again dumbfounded and lost for words. this lil snippet is SO much better in context. !!!!!!!! the note about the cloak too? ughhhh.

You’re safe.

*teary eyes, smiling*

But there, in that moment, sheltered in beskar and muscle and a warrior’s instinct honed over decades…

sometimes i forget the sheer amount of training & experience that din has

Shaking, you dig your fingers into the fabric on either side of Mando’s waist and don’t let go. The gloved hand clasping the back of your head starts to lift as your cheek finds the gap between his pauldron and cuirass; misery cuts through your chest at the loss of contact, but his palm resettles against your hair, and you gratefully press your face into his shoulder. You are no longer letting him hold you, you’re letting him hide you, consequences bedamned. You’ll be brave later.

this paragraph right here, doctor. this is why i admitted myself.

You hear the distinct click of a safety being switched off…

every time i read this action, regardless of what fic or how many times i’ve read the line, i am without fail reminded that i am mentally unwell.

“Turn your head,” he instructs, drawing his blaster.

Your face is still buried in his shoulder. Realizing what he wants you to do, you quickly press your cheek against his chest again as he claps his palm over your ear – and fires.

oh. my.

“You okay?”

nopenopenopenopenopeiamnotbadbutiamnotokay

Not thinking, you reach up to brush off the grit from his visor.

“Don’t,” he barks, jerking his head back.

oh shit oh fuck

Except it’s not, but you leave it be.

mood

“No.”

His voice disrupts your despondent train of thought, and you glance over at him, confused.

“No, I wasn’t telling you nutrition is an actual flavor.”

din djarin. master of small talk.

“You’ve got about thirty minutes left to take me somewhere I can fall apart.”

as u should!! breakdown queen!!!

Short Debts Make Long Friends - Chapter 5 - with a cameo appearance!

Arguing gradually starts to reach your ears beyond the confines of his cloak. Driver and passenger, presumably, hollering at Mando for being too slow in pulling you out of the line of fire. Mando is employing his usual approach to dealing with idiots and says nothing, but one of the voices is familiar, an angry timbre halfway between a snarl and sneeze.

“...He doesn’t like you!"

Is that...?

“I don't like you, either! You just watch yourself!”

It is!

You're too exhausted to take a peek, but you can easily picture a one-armed alien with furry muttonchops, standing beside his disfigured, porcine-nosed partner-in-crime. Both had clearly forgotten the lesson Ben Kenobi imparted upon them five years ago. 

“We’re wanted men! I have the death sentence on twelve systems!”

Mando calmly moves his arm from around your shoulders to rest his free hand on his blaster.

“I can take care of that problem.”

Short Debts Make Long Friends, Chapter 5: Droids Make Friends Forever, Right?

Fic summary: Stories of Mando and Reader. Or, an overeducated, underpaid millennial finally gets to go on her first adventure.

@nildespirandum @thesmartbiscuit @essence-stealer @mareebird @caffiend-queen @iwasbusybeingdead @zuruik @reileth @teehee-47 @eylime @scrumptious-finicky-illusion @tortor-mcgee

[road-kill-eater]

thoughts on tlj: 

-the portrayal of luke was very disappointing considering that i hold the OT very close to my heart, especially luke and leia. luke is, in those movies not just the hero but the embodiment of hope throughout the trilogy. he is not infallible, but the hope never dies. perhaps ppl would call that too one-dimensional, too simple, too naive and would say that having characters struggle between right and wrong is more realistic. star wars is unconcerned with realism & concerned with showing stories of optimism & hope, and also, characters can have those internal struggles & character arcs without considering the murder of their nephew. luke is the character who, through his undying optimism and downright idealism, inspired vader to do the right thing for once in his life. that luke the entirety of the OT spent creating would have, upon realizing his apprentice was being manipulated by a sith, immediately tried to bring back kylo to the light, and would have gone to fight snoke. 

luke did not give up on vader and he certainly would have never given up on his padawan. characters change, yes, but they do not change into their very antithesis without reason & it does not happen spontaneously. the killing of apprentices/young ppl in particular is something that, in the SW canon is closely connected to sith and especially to vader (cut to him trying to kill ahsoka in rebels). even the prequels knew that they actually had to commit time to showing anakins fall that lead him to such lows. the entire arc of luke being disillusioned with the jedi & with his own apparent failure could easily have been done without subverting the moral core of the character. i feel so fucking bad for mark hamill

-as many ppl have pointed out already, finns character arc could have been handled so much better. the first movie introduced him as a main character, the second demoted him to a side character & stripped him of his agency and while the character makes his own decisions over and over, every single other character denies his ability to do so. the anarchistic rebellion of the OT where characters like han solo are free to come and go as they please, is traded in for a militaristic cult so oppressive that it forces finn to help rey & the ‘resistance’ itself in complete secrecy for fear that it might tazer him. it cannot be forgotten that finn is a character stolen from his home as a child & forced to fight as a soldier with no body autonomy and constant threat of death should he act as an individual. his story should only ever be about him taking back his individuality and autonomy rather than being forced to trade one oppressive system for a less awful but still oppressive system. as we saw in the force awakens, finn can fight against the first order effectively on his own terms. 

thats not even mentioning the slap that he got from hux. in the OT such personal violence is reserved for the most dire & emotional situations and it is not done without good reason (most violence is done through lasers or force magic which is far less real and personal). there is no reason to introduce this trope into star wars just to hurt the characters of color 

-this leads into poe who is also slapped, and also stripped of his agency throughout the movie, and toyed around with by the leaders of the resistance (the purple haired lady) as they choose to omit details of their plan, seemingly just to torment him. everything that poe does is portrayed by the movie to end in failure, his own decisions are not valuable and are only a hindrance to the plan of the resistance leaders who should be given absolute faith despite all the evidence to the contrary. this movie quite literally tells us that poes individuality and creativity are not valuable. in the empire strikes back during the battle of hoth, both luke (tying the legs of the AT-AT) and han (disobeying the people in the rebellion telling him not to go out in a storm to look for luke) not only demonstrate their individuality and creativity but are shown to be successful but that these traits are in fact valuable to the rebellion itself. 

-i dont want to fucking talk about kylo ren. the movie gave him too much attention as it is

-leia survives the vacuum of space (which, even in star wars canon is shown to be deadly) and flies herself back to the ship with the force. in a new hope one of the first things leia did apart from insult fascists is grab a blaster and shoot stormtroopers. and this movie not only confirms force sensitive leia but doesnt have her kicking ass the whole time?? instead it has her as the lead of said militaristic cult and has her slap poe. great! 

-i do like rey, though i wish we’d been able to see her talk to another woman in the story maybe once instead of being stuck on depression island & being treated horribly by luke & manipulated by kylo. she also chose to try and redeem kylo before saving her friends who were in immediate danger so :/// (maybe if she used the force she could have realized they needed her so desperately. but uh, deus ex machina ‘rey and kylo have a connection through the force’ makes way more sense right) 

- snoke was like a completely different character it was hilarious. i like that the palpatine clone unapologetically died without any explanation for his existence other than to be used as an excuse for kylos cruelty. the guards in all red were pretty cool though 

-no hot cyborgs in the new trilogy STILL. star wars is built upon hot cyborgs. bye! im going to rewatch clone wars