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What Once Was Mine

Chapter 11

Summary: Locked away in a house her entire life, she always dreamed of exploring the nearby kingdom for just a day, believing it could make the rest of her days in solitude bearable. What she was unaware of, was the real reason she’d been hidden away for so long. Changes comes swift like a flying dagger when a thieving bounty hunter seeks solace in the old home.

Din Djarin Royalty!AU / Tangled!AU

Pairing: Din Djarin x Princess Kryze!Reader

A/n: okay so there’s one more part after this one and then I’ll just probably start posting a series that’s like half finished but its in my drafts… and alsos the indy fic

Warnings: oh boy kinda a lot… mentions of death, having beatings take place, several scenes with blood… there’s a mention of beheading… sadness and depression idk. Uncomfortable situations fr… imprisonment and degradation again bc why not

Bo Katan sat on the stool across from you, watching with both anxiety and pride as you were being fitted with a traditional suit of Mandalorian beskar armor.

“You wear it well,” she commented, seeing the look on your face as you held the helmet in your hands. It matched the chest plate and the pauldrons in which were being placed upon each shoulder. They both carried the signet of the blue owl, and the etchings looked as though they had been carved ages ago. “I know you won’t disgrace it the way I have.”

You turned to her with sad eyes. She regrets the day she lost to Gideon, all but throwing the fight and losing everything she had in only a moment. She yielded, and that’s what everyone knew, but little did they know the cause as to why. She was a strong fighter, she would not have lost it had it not been for a certain someone.

“You did the best you could have done,” you assumed, trying to give an encouraging smile, though your nerves made the corner of your lip twitch in an awkward way.

“No, I didn’t. I gave in,” she paused, heaving a sigh and shaking off the wave of memories. “Gideon challenged me when I was only sixteen. I felt I was unready to be queen, so I faltered and let him win.”

“What?”

The surprise in your tone matched the wide eyed stare you wore on your face, the gears in your head working overtime to try and process why she might have done such a thing.

“There were things expected of me, and I wasn’t ready to commit to them… I once had a love like yours, but being queen meant I would be forced to give it up.” Her brows furrowed as she spoke of the past, an inkling in her mind wanted her to share it with you, but she was unsure if she was a good idea. You already had enough pressure on your shoulders.

“Bo,” you wanted her to feel your sympathy, to know that with your love’s life on the line, you could partially understand her feelings.

“After I lost the fight, that love was taken from me anyway. The King made fast enemies in the land, and drafted an entire army to rid him of all the people that stood in the way of his rule. The man I intended to marry was killed and I was powerless to stop it.”

“I’m sorry…” you trailed off, remaining silent for a few moments until you caught sight of yourself in the reflection of another chest plate hanging on the wall. You looked mighty and strong. “Gideon will be defeated, I promise. I will finish what you started.”

“I shall hope with everything in me that your strength will not falter in battle. I know you will do right by your hunter,” she nodded, taking the helmet from your hands and placing it atop your head. The metal felt warm around you, but the T shaped opening in the front gave you a sense of exact focus. As long as your eyes remained on Gideon, you would be set in your mission to kill him.

You’d never killed anyone before, and growing up you swore you never would, knowing the brutality of your powers was exactly why you were hidden away… you always said that violence was not your way, but this man had cheated you, lied to you and publicly humiliated you on more than one front. If all of that was not bad enough, the way he’d treated Din topped it all. The blood that had stained the edges of your beautiful green sleeves the night prior, it was thick and dark. Just like it had been when he crossed paths with death before. Your kidnapper who had tried to kill him was child’s play compared to the enemy you now faced. He held the power of the kingdom in his hands, and you needed to physically destroy him in order to stop him.

Din’s sentencing to death was paused temporarily, for the duel of rulers would take priority over the hanging of a single criminal. You only hoped he was alright, being stuck in a cage where he didn’t belong. He was like a bird with clipped wings, unable to fly or flourish or do anything in the confines of his small cell.

It was only a matter of time before you set him free, and that was what you kept your mind on as you prepared to meet your opponent.

You’d been given a sword and shield to battle with, though they were heavy and you didn’t really need them. You’d gone over the rules with Bo Katan several times, and every time there had not been a rule against using ones magical powers… none else ever living in Mandalore seemingly possessed them.

You’d been standing in a room, overhearing the crowd shouting in the arena outside. The horseback ride on the way to said location was short, barely outside of the castle walls, but it gave you too much time to think about how things might possibly go wrong. You were stronger than him by far, and your motivation to fight was growing even now, but a small yet powerful voice in your head told you it was going to end poorly. You could lose your footing or get distracted. If you let your guard down even once, it would be over.

The door opening stopped your intrusive thoughts from rampaging, but the face on the other side made your skin crawl.

“What are you doing here?”

King Gideon chuckled darkly before entering the room. He was alone, but that didn’t make him any less of a threat at the moment. You couldn’t touch a hair on his head before the canon sounded, but anything he said or did now could easily take your mindset and make it even worse.

“If you’d care to take a quick stroll, I think there’s something you should see,” he spoke heavy, a smirk rising to his cheeks. He held his hand out towards the doorway, and you knew that he wouldn’t leave until you followed along with his charade, so you passed him and walked through the door. You noticed that with all your armor and thick sole boots, you were almost as large in frame as he was. It made you feel stronger in some way.

“Make it quick,” you turned to him, not allowing a hint of emotion to show through your voice. You wouldn’t let him have anything on you, not one show of anger or even a clenched fist to show he’d caused it.

His steps were mockingly slow from there, but it didn’t take long before he reached a staircase. He gestured for you to go first, and you did, climbing up what you counted to be three flights before there was another door. You looked back to the King, and he nodded, so you entered. You appeared to be on the top level of the arena, overlooking the kingdom. Three stories up, and you wondered if he’d perhaps dragged you up here to push you off. He was still King, and if he had, he’d be the ruler nonetheless, even if it was a cowardly move, he could still do it.

“If you’d care to sight see with me, I believe you’ll find a particular scene down there to your interest.”

You shifted your eyes over the ledge, and froze to your place.

Your small green child was held in a cage meant for a bird, his coos and cries for help being ignored by the palace guards keeping watch. On the ground beside him was Din, curling in on himself as three men beat him to a pulp. They kicked and yelled at him, watching in fake pity as he tried his best to fight back. He was in no condition to fight in the first place, nor was he strong enough after not being fed for two days.

“Stop them,” you turned to Gideon, your fiery gaze burning through his exterior for a moment, as he almost looked afraid. You still carried the sword made of Mandalorian iron, an impenetrable metal that could cut him down where he stood. He took a step back and immediately felt the power shift. This could still work to his advantage. “Stop them, now!”

“I’m afraid I can’t do that. I’ve given my last orders as King before the duel, and as per tradition, my rule will be ceased until it is over,” he raised his hands, as if this was not his plan all along, to lure you here and allow you to see with your own eyes the man you loved being beaten to death. “I do hope for your sake he lives until the battle, for then you have a chance to save him.”

You weren’t going to let this happen. Everything you did was to protect the ones you love, and now they were being held against their will, one of them being tortured on your behalf, simply because the King couldn’t touch you, yet.

At this very point you didn’t care about the rules, only that an end was put to this man. A man who so viscously would steal from you everything you had for the reason of revenge. You drew your sword from the sheath at your hip, swinging it over your head and straight at him. But this was what he wanted, and he’d been prepared. He ignited the Dark Saber and blocked your strike, counter attacking and hitting your vambrace, which burned like fire. You retreated for only a second before again throwing the blade towards his body, which was deflected for a second time by his glowing weapon. It turned the metal of the sword red with heat, and not even a moment later, the sword was hit away from your hands by another rough strike.

Gideon stared you down, the saber inches away from your neck. You could feel the warmth emanating from where it was held, and tried your best to stay still. Even a flinch could end your life.

“Save it for the arena,” he said smugly before disengaging his weapon and handing yours back to you. You took it quickly, and turned to leave. If there was still time, you could tell Bo about the guards behind the building. She was a skilled fighter, perhaps she could stop them from killing Din until the fight was over.

As soon as you reached the bottom of the stairs, you’d been pulled by the arm.

“Where were you? It’s less than two minutes until the canon is lit,” Mayfeld seemed stressed, like he’d been looking for you for ages. Truth be told, you weren’t supposed to leave the room they put you in until it was time, so already you’d gotten them on the tips of their toes.

“Mayfeld, you have to listen to me,” you tried to make him stop walking, to slow down at least so the words could come out while he was paying attention.

“It’ll have to wait until after the fight. You’re supposed to be out there already,” he kept on, practically dragging you with him until you reached a chain drawn entrance, the wooden slab being lowered to the ground.

“No, you don’t understand he’s-“

“You’re going to be fine, just remember what Bo said.”

And with that, you were shoved into the arena. You turned towards the center of it, hearing the people of the land cheering. You stood in fear of the events around you, seeing as though you had been thrust into the middle with no where to go. There was only one way out, and that was the death of Gideon, the faux King of Mandalore.

You looked to the other side of the arena, and sure enough… the second wooden slab was lowered until it hit the dirt, and behind it stood your opponent. His stance was wide, and it angered you to see how arrogantly he strolled in. His weapon was activated, and he dragged it next to him in the dirt, creating small fits of dust to fly in the air behind his steps.

He stopped about ten feet away from you, pointing to the top of the arena where you both were just standing only minutes ago. The canon had been raised, and the fuse had been lit, the flame getting closer and closer until the loud boom was heard, echoing through the sky.

You held your weapon steady, making sure your helmet was secure before charging him. You struck first, making contact with his saber, while he quickly rebuttals against you. You were fired up, and so was he. The crowd was only background noise as this feud ending battle commenced.

Bo had been made aware of the hunter’s disappearance from his cell. She snuck in that morning to try and get him into a safer location until after the fight, but found that he’d been removed, the cell at the end of the block being completely empty when she went in. She hadn’t however found him in time to prevent the horrendous beatings he’d received. At the sound of the canon, she left her place on the ground level of the arena, going outside to inspect the guards that had been rotating to a discreet location.

When she saw the hunter on the ground, covered in his own blood, she leapt into action immediately. She pulled the knives from her boots and threw them straight forward, killing out the only guards who had been armed. They dropped to the ground before her as the other three stopped their attack on Din to focus on her. She was a threat by all means, and they remember the fight she put up at her young age of sixteen. Now, it was likely she could kill a man with her bare hands.

“Who’s first?” She quipped, stepping in front of Din and tilting her head to the one in the center. He looked as if he was waiting to get a piece of her, and was all too confident he would be able to. “You.”

Just as anticipated, he ran towards her, arms flailing about and voice ringing out a battle cry. He was all bark, unfortunately, as she caught him before he made contact, gripping under his shoulder and twisting just right until his shoulder was out of socket. She grabbed his neck and bashed his head over her knee and he went down to the ground, writhing in pain and out of his clear consciousness as the next man charged after her. She kicked out in front of her this time, letting his weight carry him backwards, all she had to do then was land a hard sock on his jaw and he collapsed over top of the last one. The man left standing was not in any hurry to rush her, but he’d been waiting, watching strategically until the others were out of the way. He would wait for her to make the first move, he was the smart one.

She had come to the conclusion he would wait for her, so she turned to Din, seeing that he’d started to pick himself up, and gave him an order. “Take the child, and go.”

He was barely able to hold himself at a seating position, but he gave a nod, beginning to drag himself towards the bird cage sat in the corner atop a barrel.

Bo faced the man head on, taking one step, two, three, and then one more. She struck him hard in the shoulder, and he stumbled back, but didn’t fall. He came back at her with force, blocking her attempt at a kick and using her leg as momentum to send her into the wall. Her back hit the concrete hard, and she nearly lost the air from her lungs, but she wasn’t finished. He came closer, and she feigned lack of awareness long enough to get him right in front of her. From there she let the knee jerk upwards, kicking him between the legs and hearing him groan. He didn’t back off like she’d hoped, and grabbed her fists, holding her to the wall. He used his own knee as a way to mock her, jabbing into her stomach several times until she felt sick. She tried to bend over in hopes it would soothe the pain, but he grabbed her throat, pushing her against the wall once more and looking her straight in the eye.

“You’re weak now, just like you were then.”

And suddenly, the pressure on her throat was gone. The man in front of her stood still, his features becoming like ice, and then he fell to the ground. Bo took in a deep breath, leaning over like she’d intended to earlier. She saw the arrow that had pierced the back of the man before her, and looked up to see Mayfeld rushing to her aid while holding a cross bow. She had never been so grateful to see him.

“Are you alright?” He gave her a hand and helped her to stand straight, looking her over for any additional injuries.

“I’m fine,” she told him, squeezing his hand lightly to assure him what she said was true. “How’s the fight?”

“Bad… she’s losing.”

The last thing Mayfeld saw before coming to find Bo was you getting knocked down, unable to get up for the way Gideon stepped on your chest plate.

Bo looked to the end of the alley, seeing Din holding the child and barely beginning to hobble away. He used the wall to lean against, but she knew they could help him easier. She knew what they needed to do in order for the fight to be turned around.

“She needs to see him,” she muttered, taking steps towards the man as he barely turned the corner. “Hunter..”

He turned as quickly as he could, careful not to drop the kid in the process of doing so.

“Come with me,” she took the child from his hands, handing him off to Mayfeld who followed her over. “Can you walk?”

He tried to push himself away from the wall and take a step, but he nearly fell to his knees. His grunts of pain when Bo caught him meant he was injured to the point of being bed ridden. She hauled him back up, tossing his arm over her shoulder, and began to strong arm him towards the gate of the arena. Hoping that if she could just get him into your view, it would change the ending of this battle.

He groaned with every step they took, but didn’t complain, and kept on towards the entrance, hearing the loud echoes of cheers whilst the competitors fought to the death. He looked down the tunnel, and saw something he hoped he’d never see.

You were on the ground, back against the dirt, while Gideon knelt over top of you. His saber was so close to your face, you felt as if you might catch on fire. Your sword was the only thing standing in the way of your fast approaching death, and you knew you had nothing left in you. You would die at the hands of an evil man, one who may have killed the ones you love, one who abuses his power, and the people he’s supposed to care for.

You looked into his eyes, your scared expression was evident, and he reveled in it. To see the fear in your eyes before he killed you, it felt too good to be true. Everything he’d said and done before this fight was the reason it was going the way it had. You couldn’t focus your power enough to use it, and every time you tried, it only backfired on a worse attack towards you.

“You were my biggest foe, princess, a worthy opponent. I will remember you during the rest of my rule,” he leaned in closer, forcing his blade so close it singed the hair that had been sticking out of it’s binds. You’d lost your helmet about thirty seconds into the battle, and nothing was stopping him from running you through to the ground.

You closed your eyes, ready to except your fate…

“Mesh’la,” the whisper was not even heard aloud, but in your mind. Whatever power you still possessed in you was willing you to hear his words, spoken under his breath and practically into the void.

You opened your eyes, turning your head to catch the sight. The tunnel was opened, and hanging onto Bo Katan was your hunter, the one this was all about. He looked bruised and bloody, but he was here, and he was alive. Standing behind him was Mayfeld, who cautiously held onto your small green child, the one you’d been in companionship with for so long, now. They were both here, and you weren’t going to let them watch you get killed, not at the hands of this man.

Din wasn’t sure how, but he knew you had heard him.

You gathered all the strength in your body and pulled your legs in, kicking his body off of you and back several feet. He was quickly steadied again, as were you, but your stare was no longer afraid, it was determined. This was the gaze he’d been so frightened of before.

You lunged for him, swinging over your head and across your body, hitting his saber multiple times before he tripped and fell back on the ground. You used your power to pull the Dark Saber from his hands and into your own. He barely made it to his knees before you were stood over him, both blades crossed by his throat, waiting to behead him.

He looked up to you, speechless as to how you were able to accomplish this feat. He had always been arrogant, but pride comes before a fall, and his knees could attest to that.

“Last words?”

He swallowed in a shaky manner. Let it not be said that he would die with words unspoken… he’d rather not die at all.

“Allow me to make a deal on my surrender,” he pleaded, begging for the same chance he’d given Bo Katan all those years ago. He may have spared her life, but you weren’t thinking of being so kind in return. Of all the things he’d done, he deserved to die on this field.

You stood still for a moment, and pondered what your terms of a deal may be.

“I offer you two more days, of which you will be beaten until you cannot stand, and starved from any sustenance you may require… sundown on the second day you will be executed,” you stopped for a moment to see the look on his face become even more grim. The man was a shell of himself, and of that you were proud. “Death by hangman’s noose.”

It was comical, really. Two more days to live out the torture he’d put Din through, only to die anyways, in the same way he’d meant for Din to die. He was not going to be permitted to live, because even behind closed bars, he was dangerous… you also knew he would never accept the deal.

“If you will only mock me, do away with me, now.”

The famous last words of King Gideon the ruthless.

The blades crossed each other and slid with ease, ridding the world of the man who ruled this land with tyranny. You’d never killed anyone in your life, but this didn’t feel wrong, it felt empowering. You’d slain the enemy, just as the knights in your stories would slay dragons and viscous beasts that scoured the land.

You heard the crowd erupt once more, and a loud announcement, but you paid no mind to it. You began to run, your slight limp carrying you to the tunnel with which your hunter was waiting. He fell into your arms as Bo let go of his form, and though your strength was again wavering, you held him close as if he were the most important thing in the world. You were too worn to heal him for now, and you might be for a day or two, but you could spend that time taking care of him in other ways, simply being by his side and making sure he was there with you.

The light peering in through the window of the Queen’s suite was only bright enough to make a small beam that reflected onto the ground. It was early morning, but the sun rose earlier here than it did in other parts of the kingdom. The castle always saw the first light.

Din shifted uncomfortably in bed, his shoulders still being the sorest part of him. He was rather broad, like the west mountains that separated Mandalore from the hillside people of Nog. He was broad and strong, but he felt he was anything else at the moment. He tried to sit up, but a pain shot through him and he groaned.

That’s when he saw you, rushing to his aid from a lounge seat that you’d undoubtedly been sleeping on through the night. You gently grabbed his upper arm, trying to get him to lay back down.

“Easy, big guy,” you knew he was probably confused as to where he was, since he’d practically passed out on the horse ride back to the castle, and required major help in getting to your chambers. Everyone insisted he go back to his own, that others could care for him easily there, but you weren’t about to let him out of your sight as long as you could help it. You were a good care taker, yet only one could ever attest to that, and he didn’t talk. “You shouldn’t be up.”

“Did you sleep on the chair?” He responded almost immediately, though it was not what you were thinking he’d say. It was very much like him to be falling apart and in need of constant care, yet being too concerned for your own being to obey your directions. He sat straight up, looking to you for an answer.

“Yes, I wanted to be close to you.”

He furrowed his brow and reached out for you. It hurt the muscles in his body to do so, but he grabbed your hand anyways.

“Could have slept with me, Mesh’la,” he whispered just loud enough to hear, bringing your hand to his mouth for a kiss. You smiled at the gesture but shook your head.

“The physician told me you were not to be disturbed,” you sat down next to him, allowing yourself to disturb him only a little for the sake of your comfort, and the need to feel him beside you. “Everything that happened yesterday, and the day before… it’s almost impossible that you were able to make it out alive.”

“If your plan was to get rid of me, you’re going to have to try harder than that.”

Your soft chuckle was music to his ears, as he’d not heard it in days, and thinking about it was one of the only things keeping him on his feet whilst all he wanted to do was fall. You gripped his hand that was holding yours, squeezing it once before letting go and beginning to get up.

“You should eat something,” you turned to him while pulling on a dressing robe, much thicker than the one you were used to. It would keep you warm until the sun had fully risen, as parts of the castle were freezing in the early morning. “I’ll be back.”

“Stay with me,” he pleaded, just as you had done a few nights prior. That night had been so beautiful, it only made sense that Gideon would have ruined it… but now he was gone for good, and no one would ever be disgraced by him again. You looked back to Din and saw the fave h was giving you. “Please.”

You were a victim of those brown eyes, you swore they’d be the death of you… and what a wonderful way to go. There was no way you’d ever deny him, not when he sat there on your bed, looking like the human personification of softness. You shrugged off your robe, laying it back over the chair it had been in earlier, and crossed the room to where he was sat. You threw up the sheets and blankets and crawled in beside him, laying down on the pillow and looking up at him.

He ran his fingers over the side of your face, tracing the outline of your cheek and jaw, finally reaching down to your neck. There was a burn scar forming there, not even an inch wide but evident enough to him.

“Pretty girl,” he muttered, thinking out loud. The words hit your ears and made you smile, which in turn spread a grin across his own face. He hadn’t kissed you since your shared dance on the cobblestones of the castle garden, and he felt he needed to. Leaning down the way he did should have hurt him tremendously, but something about the way your lips met his made all the pain subside. It was quick and gentle, but it sustained him.

You wished for more, but weren’t about to push your bounds, knowing he was definitely still in pain that he would never admit to.

He laid beside you and opened his arms for you to scoot in. It was very improper, for him to hold you this way and under the blankets of your own bed, but it was only you and him, and the door blocking you both from the outside world was not to be crossed by any means. Bo was taking care of everything in the Kingdom for now, as you’d asked her to do so until Din was on his feet. You were the Queen, now… though there was no official coronation, you were acting ruler of Mandalore. It would be a large responsibility, but you felt you were up to the task. Din knew this as well, for he saw the kindness of your heart and the goodness of your mind. All those years of innocence really shaped your outlook on the world, and you still beheld it with beauty. He only hoped that all the horrible things you’d been through wouldn’t give you a bitterness that may oppose your gentle spirit.

The sun kept rising, and the day began… but you and your hunter were tucked away from the busying kingdom, finding rest and comfort in each other after a trial of great proportions.

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Taking Care of Business (Chapter Forty-Three)

Summary: In the wake of Moff Gideon’s defeat, (Y/N) and Din officially adopt Grogu as their son and the family bids farewell to Bo-Katan before seeking out an old friend.

Pairing: Din Djarin X Fem!Reader

Word Count: 2.4k

Warnings/Disclaimers: None

A/N: This chapter’s a little shorter than the last few, but that’s only because I’m saving even more fluff for the last chapter! Thank you for reading, I hope you all enjoy!

Chapter Forty-Three The Adoption (Previous Chapter)

The week after the Mandalorians’ defeat of Moff Gideon and the reclamation of their homeworld from the Empire was marked by a ceremony at the bank of the Living Waters; the Mandalorians – the covert, the former mercenaries and the survivors of the Siege – gathered to allow the Armorer to baptize them in the sacred water and to speak the Mandalorian Creed as a way of reaffirming their vows. Due to (Y/N)’s partially-healed leg wound, Clan Mudhorn was the last to arrive at the Living Waters, much to her embarrassment despite Din’s kind and reasonable assurances.

“You were wounded in battle against one of our people’s greatest enemies, alor’ad,” Din reminded her as he held her steady with an arm looped around her waist and helped her limp down the uneven tunnel to the Living Waters. “I’m sure that the others won’t mind us being a little late.”

“Well, my mother used to say ‘early is on-time, and on-time is late;’ the Naboo pride themselves on their punctuality, after all.” Out of the corner of her eye, she saw Grogu – who was nestled comfortably in the crook of Din’s left elbow – lift one of his clawed hands and aim it towards her bandaged leg, and she gave him a pointed look. “No, Grogu. It’s sweet that you wanna use your Force-healing on me but trust me, I’ve dealt with worse blaster wounds than this one; besides, you still need to regain your strength after what you did last week.”

Grogu cooed in reluctant agreement and lowered his hand while the side of Din’s helmet gently tapped against the side of her head. The sound of drums filled the air as the clan of three stepped into the cavernous chamber that housed the Living Waters of Mandalore, which was now illuminated by several lanterns and adorned with tribal banners; Mandalorians stood at attention on either side of the chamber, and all were wearing their helmets as a sign of respect. The Armorer stood knee-high in the dark water and held a small stone basin in her gloved hands, turning around to watch Ragnar, the foundling of their fallen ally and friend, kneel on the steps before her. (Y/N)’s heart clenched in sympathy for the child and while they waited by the entrance of the chamber, Din’s hand subtly flexed against her waist; everyone here owes their life to Paz Vizsla, she thought to herself as she recalled the Mandalorian’s noble sacrifice, and everyone will repay that debt by ensuring Ragnar grows up safe and protected.

“I swear on my name and the names of the Ancestors…”

“I swear on my name and the names of the Ancestors…” Ragnar recited.

“That I shall walk the Way of the Mand’alor…”

“And the words of the Creed shall be forever forged in my heart.”

When he finished, he bowed his head and the Armorer poured the basin of water onto his beskar helmet. “This is the Way.”

“This is the Way,” The assembled Mandalorians echoed.

Sharing a reassuring look, (Y/N) and Din waited for Ragnar to join the others before starting forward towards the steps. Bo-Katan, whose helmet was already decorated with droplets of water, gave them a nod of respect when they passed her and (Y/N) flashed her friend a nervous smile. They descended the steps together and her husband made sure she was stable before letting go of her waist and bending down to set Grogu down on the damp steps.

“Grogu is my apprentice. He is no longer a foundling.” Din’s modulated voice was filled with self-assurance as he continued. “Add him to the Song.”

The Armorer shook her head. “He is too young to speak, so he is too young to take the Creed. He must remain a foundling.”

Grogu cooed and lowered his head in disappointment and (Y/N) struggled to resist the overwhelming urge to scoop him up into her arms, but Din was seemingly unperturbed by the Armorer’s words. “If his parent gave permission, couldn’t he then become a Mandalorian apprentice?”

“Yes, but his parents are far from here, if they are even alive.”

In that instant, realization dawned on (Y/N) and her head whipped around to meet the visor of her husband’s helmet; although she couldn’t see his face, she knew the Mandalorian well enough to determine exactly what he was thinking and after a moment, a bright smile spread across her face. “Then we will adopt him as our own,” She replied, her eyes remaining fixed on Din’s covered gaze as she reached over to slip her hand into his.

In her peripheral vision, she watched the Armorer give them both a deep nod. “This is the Way.”

“This is the Way,” Din and (Y/N) replied in unison and when she glanced down, Grogu was beaming up at them both.

“Let it be written in Song that Din Djarin and (Y/N) (Y/L/N) are accepting this foundling as their son.” With a hint of pride in her modulated voice, the Armorer looked out at the gathered Mandalorians and addressed the child. “You are now Din Grogu, Mandalorian apprentice.”

“This is the Way.”

Grogu happily nodded and the Armorer turned to face Din. “You must leave Mandalore and take your apprentice on his journeys, just as your teacher did for you.”

Din nodded. “This is the Way.” Bending down, he scooped Grogu up and (Y/N) smiled when his clawed hand rested against the beskar covering Din’s cheek. “Grogu. Ni kyr’tayl gai sa’ad.” When he noticed (Y/N)’s confused expression, he softly explained, “It’s a Mandalorian adoption vow; it means ‘I know your name as my child.’ It’s something…something I should’ve spoken a long, long time ago.”

(Y/N)’s eyes prickled with unshed tears as she smoothed a hand over the child’s wrinkled head and met his gaze. “Ni kyr’tayl gai sa’ad, Grogu.” Beside her, Din released a shuddering breath and she nervously bit her lip. “Did I say that right? Mando’a’s pretty difficult to pronounce-”

“It was perfect, alor’ad.” While the Mandalorians began to file out of the chamber, Din pressed his forehead against hers in a Keldabe Kiss and gently squeezed her hand. “Ni kar’tayl gar darasumm, ner cyar’ika riduur.”

She brushed her lips against the beskar covering his mouth as her free hand cradled the side of his helmet. “And I love you too, my honorable Mandalorian.”

“So, I guess this is it.” They looked over to see Bo-Katan standing at the top of the steps, her helmet resting against her hip as a smile played on her lips. “What’re you guys gonna do now?”

(Y/N) tilted her head to the side and considered the Nite Owl’s question. “We haven’t really decided yet, but I suppose we’ll have plenty of time to figure it out on our way to Adelphi.”

“A lot of rumors are gonna start spreading about what happened here, and it’ll be good for Mandalore if Captain Teva and the New Republic hears the truth before the stories,” Din added before helping (Y/N) ascend the damp steps to where Bo-Katan stood. “Thanks to the leadership of Bo-Katan Kryze, Mandalore once again belongs to the Mandalorians and the galaxy is free of Moff Gideon’s influence once and for all.”

Bo-Katan’s cheeks flushed pink as she scoffed at Din’s words. “Well, don’t sell yourselves too short on my account. All of this? It just wouldn’t be possible without you three landing on Kalevala and showing me that I still had a purpose. I don’t know if I can ever repay you for that.”

Taking a step forward, (Y/N) wrapped her arms around her in a tight hug and smiled to herself when she immediately returned her embrace. “There’s nothing to repay, Bo. You were meant to lead your people, just as we were meant to help you reclaim Mandalore.”

When (Y/N) pulled away, Din offered the Nite Owl his hand and nodded as she tightly clasped it. “Take care of yourself, Bo. If you need anything, we’re only a holo-call away.”

Grogu cooed and gave Bo-Katan a small wave, and she chuckled as she blinked away her tears. “I’ll miss you too, kid. May the Force be with you.”

With one final smile, Bo-Katan turned and strode out of the chamber after the rest of the Mandalorians, radiating self-assurance with each step she took and looking every bit the leader that Mandalore deserved.

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After their long week on Mandalore, the sunshine and warm air of Adelphi was a treat and as (Y/N) piloted the N-1 starfighter down onto the New Republic’s landing pad, she admired the waves gently lapping at the sandy beaches and the lush green foliage framing the rocky hills in the distance. It’s not hard to see why the New Republic established an outpost on this planet, she thought to herself as Din helped her descend from the starfighter.

“We’ll be back in a few, R5!” (Y/N) called out to the astromech droid and gave him a small wave before accepting her husband’s gloved hand and gesturing for Grogu to follow them as they walked towards the Quonset hut that housed a lounge bar for the New Republic pilots. “Captain Teva’s X-Wing is here, so that’s good. Do you think he’s expecting us?”

“I’d be surprised if he wasn’t.” Din matched her slower pace and glanced down at the child toddling happily beside them. “The kid’s gonna get a real surprise when we land on Nevarro and don’t immediately leave.”

(Y/N) chuckled. “The little guy’s definitely spent more time in space than on any one planet, but I think he’ll be okay. He’s our son, after all.”

Her husband’s fingers threaded around her own and gave her hand a loving squeeze as the Quonset doors slid open to reveal the lounge bar. New Republic X-Wing pilots were drinking and chatting amongst themselves at the tables, playing table games and changing the music on the jukebox in the back, and Captain Carson Teva was nursing a glass of spotchka as he leaned against the bar and gave them a jaunty smile. “Let me buy you a drink.”

(Y/N) shook her head and allowed Din to help her slide onto one of the nearby barstools. “Thanks, but we’re here on business.”

“We really appreciate what you two did.” Captain Teva watched in amusement as Grogu jumped up onto the bar and began snacking on a bowl of nuts. “You made our jobs a lot easier.”

Din merely shrugged his armored shoulders. “We’ve all been chasing Moff Gideon. You would’ve gotten him eventually; my wife and I just got there first.”

A string of excited babbles drew their attention towards Grogu, who was pointing at the helmets and severed droid heads suspended above the bar, and (Y/N) realized why he was so enthusiastic when she spotted the old IG-11 head resting beside a slashed Stormtrooper helmet. “Your kid sure likes the trophies.”

“It’s not him, kid.” Din turned back to face the officer and explained, “One of them reminds him of someone he knew.” Captain Teva nodded in understanding and after seeing the encouraging smile on (Y/N)’s face, the Mandalorian continued. “We have a business proposition.”

The officer’s brow arched. “Shoot.”

“This youngling is my apprentice.”

“What does that have to do with me?”

“I’m a bounty hunter by trade; now that he’s with us, I’ll be more selective in my assignments.” One of Din’s hands rested on the small of (Y/N)’s back as he leaned against the bar beside her. “We were offered a tract of land on Nevarro by High Magistrate Karga, and we’ve decided to accept it.”

“Go on.”

“You don’t have the resources to protect the Outer Rim, let alone hunt down Imperial remnants.” (Y/N)’s smile widened when the officer reluctantly nodded in agreement. “And we need work.”

Captain Teva smirked at that. “Let me get this straight: you two want to work for the New Republic?”

“On a case-by-case basis,” Din corrected. “Independent contractors.”

(Y/N) nodded. “I’m a seamstress by trade and now that we’re settling down on Nevarro, I was considering taking commissions. That way, I can split my time between my sewing and our assignments.”

“You and I both know this is against regulation, Captain (Y/L/N). It’ll never get approved.”

There was amusement in Din’s modulated voice as he replied, “Which is why you won’t tell them.”

The officer sighed and finished off the rest of his spotchka. “Let me think about it.”

“You already did,” Din chuckled. “It’s a good deal and you know it.”

“Is that so?”

“My husband is the most skilled bounty hunter on this side of the galaxy, and I couldn’t have saved as many civilians as I did during the Rebellion without being one hell of a smuggler.” Leaning back in her seat, (Y/N) crossed her arms over her chest and didn’t bother masking her confident grin with a more modest expression. “In the meantime, all we require is a small advance.”

Din, catching onto what (Y/N) was planning, nodded in agreement and pointed to the severed IG-11 head. “What we want in return is that.”

Captain Teva’s brow furrowed. “A scrap assassin droid head?”

“Mm-hmm, we need it for parts.”

With a small head-shake, the officer slid off his barstool and after a quick word with the bartender, he retrieved the severed IG-11 head for them and they bid their friend goodbye, all three of them comprehending the unspoken arrangement that had just taken place: (Y/N) and Din would selectively accept assignments secretly sent to them by Captain Teva, and their apprehension of rogue Imperial commanders and destruction of any remnants of the Empire would help bring security to the fledgling New Republic. A peaceful life on Nevarro sprinkled with adventure and a little bit of danger, she thought as she cradled the droid’s head against her chest and walked alongside her husband and son towards the starfighter, sounds like a perfect work-life balance to me.

“…So, you really think I’m the most skilled bounty hunter on this side of the galaxy?”

(Y/N) rolled her eyes and heaved an exasperated sigh even as her lips curved into a reluctant smile. “I do…but that doesn’t mean I suddenly think that bounty hunters are better than smugglers. I guess all those rumors about bounty hunters needing their skills validated all the time must be true.”

“And I can’t believe that smugglers’ egos are so easily threatened by some competition.”

Grogu giggled and jumped up into the cockpit as (Y/N) shot Din a playful glare. “Mir’sheb.”

“I love you too, alor’ad.” With a chuckle, Din’s gloved hand caressed her cheek before moving to rest on the small of her back to help her climb into the cockpit. “Now, let’s go home…”

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Mando’a Translations:

Alor’ad-Captain Ni kyr’tayl gai sa’ad-I know your name as my child (adoption vow) Ni kyr’tayl gar darasuum, ner cyar’ika riduur-I love you, my darling wife Mir’sheb-Smart-ass

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OR IF MY PREVIOUS REQUEST IS TOO HARD, (hello again btw) what if Ahsoka never left the order? 🤔🤔🤔🤔🤨🤨🤨

Like, she accepted the council’s invitation back into the Jedi. Did she still meet Bo-Katan and go to Mandalore?

This was a last minute idea that popped into my brain, and I’d like to see your thoughts on this. Ngl, this would be an actual amazing fic, and if anyone could pull it off, it’s you.

Sincerely, Sha 🫡

PS: Your work is amazing 🤩

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(edit: I JUST POSTED THIS LIKE 2 MINS AGO AND I REALISED I FORGOT SMTH. YEAH, SO, YKNOW HOW I WAS DOING A 30 DAY WRITING THING AND ON DAY 2 STOPPED POSTING? MHM, WE'RE GONNA PRETEND THAT DIDNT HAPPEN. THIS IS DAY 2. THE PROMPT IS 'Accusation' AND THE ACCUSATION IS NOT IN THIS BUT RELVENT CAUSE YK YK YK HER TRIAL SO YEAH)

Ahsoka watched as the sun set in front of her, feet dangling off the edge of the Jedi Temple wall. Her Padawan braid - still gripped tightly in her hand - felt heavy with thoughts of doubt. Had she made the right choice by staying?

Coruscant had never looked more intense than it had whilst she was on the run, and she’d never experienced the lower levels like that before. Her heart cried for the small wisps of freedom she’d felt while running through the streets, unbound by the ties of the Jedi - free at last. She hated that she’d liked it so much - the taste of freedom, the taste of a life where she wasn’t a Padawan.

But, how could she leave her family? She couldn’t.

Ahsoka stood up as she pocketed her Padawan braid, not quite ready to put it back on. She strolled to Anakin’s room quickly, knocking on his door thrice. He opened it immediately and gave her a grin.

“I think I’m going to go for a walk,” she told him as they silently and in-sync linked their comms just-in-case. “Need some air.”

“Alright, Snips,” he told her fondly. Anakin spotted the missing Padawan braid but didn’t say anything. “Have fun, please come back.”

Ahsoka nodded, not smiling as she left. She made her way through the Temple quickly, breathing in huge gulps of air as she did. With no destination in mind, Ahsoka set off into the streets of Coruscant.

It had been months since the Trial, and Ahsoka still wasn’t fully herself again. Anakin was worried, and Obi-Wan was sorrowed. Rex hadn’t left her side. Except, for when she went on her walks.

Ahsoka had made it a regular thing to go on a walk through Coruscant when she was home, and she was quickly learning her way around. Today, she was bounding from house to house just below the surface, laughing as her speed made her lekku flow in the wind.

She landed safely on a platform, dangling her feet over the edge to watch the traffic. Someone walked up beside her and through the Force, Ahsoka could feel their good-intentions. She didn’t move.

“Rather beautiful, isn’t it?” A sort-of-familiar voice spoke up and Ahsoka turned to see Bo-Katan sitting beside her. “My home planet was.”

“What happened to it?” Ahsoka asked, gazing back at the mesmerising lights and darkening sky. Before the bombing, she would’ve been alert and perhaps hostile at the return of the Mandalorian, now, she was just calm. She’d grown a lot in maturity, and she could tell it scared Anakin.

“A Sith has taken over Mandalore, and has enslaved my people,” Bo-Katan told her mournfully - yet with her voice un-shaking and strong. “He killed their ruler - my sister.”

Ahsoka turned to her with a face of soft sorrow and sympathy. “I’m deeply sorry for your loss,” she told the woman whose eyes squinted ever-so-slightly in surprise.

“I want you to help me,” Bo-Katan told her firmly. “I’ve seen you, you’re courageous and smart. My people need help.”

“Who is this Sith you speak of?” Ahsoka asked, crossing her arms.

“His name is Maul.”

Ahsoka froze as a ripple of shock went up her spine. She’d heard of him of course - the Sith that had killed Obi-Wan's Master, the Sith who'd returned from the dead more-or-less recently. Former Sith, actually, but that didn’t matter.

“I will help you,” Ahsoka told her after a minute of thinking. She stood up and so did her ally. They shook hands firmly before parting ways. Ahsoka walked back to the Temple with her brows furrowed and hands clutching her lightsabers.

As she walked, she reached into her pocket and pulled out the small, beaded braid. Ahsoka reached up behind her lekku and secured the braid onto her headdress.

She was going to help Bo-Katan, no matter what.

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dindjarindiaries · 8 months

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Security - Chapter 66: The Surface

summary: The Djarins join the Mandalorians in scouting the surface of their home world, where they find they’re not alone.

warnings: canon-typical violence, references to trauma, angst, fluff

rating: T

word count: 4.756k

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chapter 66: the surface

A breath remains caught in Din’s throat as Zora’s little hands grab at his helmet and pull him closer to her. “Muah, Papa!” she cheers. She kisses his visor and pats his helmet. “Muah!”

“Thank you, Zozo.” Din forces himself to clear his throat. “I’ll have many of my own waiting for you when we get back. Okay?”

Zora’s joyful grin starts to fade as her brown gaze searches his visor. She wrinkles her brow together and holds his helmet with gentler hands. “Papa?”

“I’m all right.” Din offers his daughter a reassuring nod. “I’m just gonna miss you. That’s all.”

Zora lifts her hands to give his visor a few taps with her tiny fist. “Papa ‘kay?”

Din takes her tiny fist between his fingers and his thumb. “I’ll be fine.” He slips her hand underneath his visor to kiss it. “And so will your mother and your brother.” Din lowers her hand and watches his thumb run over it. “We’ll be back before you know it.”

Zora’s lips start to wobble. Din shakes his head and tightens his grasp on her hand.

“Remember, Zora, you’re a Djarin.” He holds the back of her head and lowers his voice for only her to hear. “Cuy verd’ika.” Din pulls her close enough to let her cheek rest against his cowl. “I love you, baby girl.”

Zora’s tiny fists grab onto his cowl. “Luh’ Papa.”

Din squeezes his eyes closed behind his visor to maintain his composure as his chest threatens to spill over with the warmest affection. He has to force himself to pull Zora away from him as he hands her off to Astra. Rather than protesting with a cry, Zora remains strong for Din, her brown gaze watching him over her mother’s shoulder as Astra takes her and the pod over to the caretakers.

Grogu coos as he stands alongside Din inside IG-12. Din tears his visor away from the sight of his wife and daughter to instead face his son, who’s offering him a glance of sympathy. Din manages to smile to himself as he pats Grogu’s head.

“I know. She’ll be just fine.” Din’s hand runs along one of Grogu’s petal-shaped ears. “It wasn’t easy leaving you, either.”

Grogu tilts his head and coos in agreement. They both watch together as Astra provides Zora with plentiful kisses upon her head before she sets her in the pod and lets the caretakers bring her towards the light cruiser. Din doesn’t hear a single cry come from his daughter, but even if he had, he would’ve been just as proud of her as he is now for being able to let the three of them go.

Din’s ready for Astra when she approaches him. One of her arms wraps tight around him while the other hand presses upon his cuirass. Din cradles her head with his hand and rests his helmet upon it, his gaze remaining on Zora until she’s fully out of his sight.

“It never gets easier,” Astra confesses, her voice muffled by Din’s cowl. “I know she’ll be okay, but…” She doesn’t have to say anything else. The memory of what happened the last time they left Zora speaks for her.

“She’ll be safe inside a home of our own when this is over.” Din says the words just as much for himself as he does for her. “We all will.”

Astra nods. She takes a deep breath and gives his waist a gentle squeeze before she pulls herself away from him. “We should head to the Gauntlet.”

Din nods to agree with her. He keeps a gloved hand on her back as they make their way to Bo-Katan’s ship, where she’s already awaiting them. The Armorer also joins them, her golden visor fixed on the systems in front of her. Bo-Katan stands and walks up to meet their family, offering Din a nod and Astra a smile of understanding. She sets a gloved hand on Astra’s shoulder but keeps her gaze fixed on Din.

“Thank you again for joining me here,” Bo-Katan says. “Din, would you mind overseeing the drop team?”

Din nods. “Sure.” He brushes his hand over Astra’s back to gain her attention for a moment. Her gaze meets his and he waits until she smiles and bows her head in approval. He encourages his wife to take the open seat in the cockpit when Bo-Katan steps away to prepare for takeoff. Din keeps a hand on the back of Astra’s chair to steady himself as the Gauntlet leads the fleet out of Nevarro’s atmosphere and makes the jump to hyperspace.

Din pats Astra’s armored shoulder and urges Grogu to use IG-12’s mechanical grasp on the chair for his own stability before he leaves the cockpit and enters the drop area. The collected team of Mandalorians are already focused on the work ahead, their visors locked on the floor that’ll open up as soon as Bo-Katan gives the command. For a fleeting moment, Din wonders what it would’ve been like if he had become the one who had to lead them. He’s grateful that he doesn’t have to. His family deserves a break and, most importantly, a home.

Bo-Katan’s voice breaks Din out of his reverie. “Scouting party descending to surface,” she announces over the comms. Din doesn’t need transparisteel to picture the Gauntlet departing the fleet and making its way towards the rough surface of Mandalore. The thought of his daughter remains on his heart the greater the distance between them becomes. She’ll be completely cut off from them now, but as long as they do what they need to with haste, it won’t be something Din has to worry about.

The Gauntlet begins to rattle once they dive into Mandalore’s atmosphere. Din holds on to the threshold as tight as he can to keep himself steady as the metal walls shake. He grits his teeth at the thought of Grogu having to stand within IG-12’s suit through the turbulence, but reassures himself when he remembers Astra’s in close reach of their son. Din focuses on watching over the drop team as the Gauntlet battles through the atmosphere’s storm.

As soon as the turbulence stops, the hatch below the drop team opens. Din doesn’t have to move from where he stands to see the clarity they’ve gained from breaking through Mandalore’s atmosphere. The winds make themselves known in the small space, but that’s not what the Mandalorians are worried about.

It’s Paz who makes his concerns known first. “It’s worse than I thought.” He shakes his head as he views the landscape below.

Axe turns his helmet to face Paz. “I was here when it happened.”

Din tenses, preparing to intervene if necessary. Thankfully, the exchange ends there, and Din exhales a breath to steady himself once again. The rest of the Mandalorians are still taking in the sight below them and Din can’t blame them. He himself once thought the planet was poisoned, even when his boots were treading upon the glassy surface.

Once they’ve all refocused on the task ahead, Din nods to himself in satisfaction and makes his way back to the cockpit. He enters and his chest relaxes when he sees Grogu still standing within IG-12 behind Astra’s chair. Din addresses Bo-Katan as he makes his way towards his family. “They’re ready.”

Bo faces him and nods before she tends to the controls. Din sets a hand on Astra’s chair and lets his visor meet her gaze. Despite all that’s left ahead of them and who they’ve had to leave behind, her eyes glow at him with the promise of what’s to come once all of this is over. Din can barely wait to have her and his family all to himself within the safety of their home at long last. Only his sense of duty carries him forward.

“Secure infil zone,” Bo-Katan gives the command that breaks through Din’s reverie. He watches through the viewports as the drop team makes their way to the surface, soon becoming mere specs in their vision from this height.

Din chooses to focus on his wife while they await their response from the drop team. “How do you feel about being back here?” he asks Astra in a hushed voice meant just for her.

Astra smiles and adjusts one of her vambraces. “Much better with this armor.”

Din huffs and taps his gloved knuckles against her pauldron. “I agree.” If she wasn’t armored, Din’s touch would’ve landed right on the faint scar left from their last visit to the planet.

Astra takes his hand and holds it between her own. She gives him a warm smile, one that convinces him everything will be okay. “I’ll be all right.” Astra nods at him. “And so will you.” She turns her head and grins even wider at Grogu. “And so will our verd’ika back here.”

Grogu coos to agree with her. Din chuckles and tilts his helmet at them. He’s not given a chance to respond when Axe’s voice sounds through the comms. “Gauntlet, landing zone secure.”

Bo-Katan’s quick in preparing the Gauntlet for landing. Din braces himself upon Astra’s chair and keeps his visor fixed on Grogu. The two of them remain steady as the ship lowers itself to Mandalore’s crystallized surface. Din doesn’t hesitate in taking the lead, only waiting until he’s offered Astra his hand to help her up from her seat to do so. As soon as the boarding ramp lowers, Din descends, searching for anything his brethren might’ve missed in their initial scan.

Grogu, Astra, and the Armorer follow Din, leaving just Bo-Katan on the boarding ramp. She looks over the group with her helmet tucked underneath her arm. Astra’s side brushes against Din’s own as they wait for her to speak.

“Somewhere below is where our ancient capital once stood,” Bo begins. “We’ll survey the surface until we find the Forge and create a safety zone.” She descends the rest of the way down the boarding ramp. “Only then will we bring down the settlers.”

Bo-Katan’s gaze finds Din and Astra. He nods and his wife does the same alongside him. They glance at each other and share the same gesture. The last thing Din would want is to bring Zora and the rest of the fleet down onto the surface when they weren’t sure exactly what they were up against.

“We start scouting in that direction.” Bo gestures straight ahead and parts the crowd by leading the way. She lifts her helmet onto her head. “Form up.”

The group obeys and follows her lead. Din lets them pass him by as he sets himself on bringing up the rear. Astra remains by his side, with Grogu and IG-12 standing in between them. They begin their journey across the surface and Din’s gaze never stops observing; Grogu, their surroundings, Astra, and the rest of the Mandalorians ahead of him. He’s given himself a weight of responsibility for everyone’s safety with him having been the first of them to return to Mandalore.

Astra’s gaze could burn a hole through Din’s beskar if it wasn’t such indestructible metal. His visor turns to her and the furrow she’s knit between her brows. Din keeps his shoulders strong, but allows his armored chest to rise and fall in a careful breath as he invites her to his free side. Astra walks around Grogu and IG-12 to let her side brush against his own.

“You seem on edge,” Astra whispers to him.

Din’s visor scans their surroundings once again. “Just keeping an eye out.”

“That’s why this is called a scouting party, riduur.” Astra gestures with her head to their fellow Mandalorians. “There’s a team of us staying on the lookout.” She sets her gloved hand upon the part of his back not covered by his jetpack. “You don’t have to take such a heavy weight of responsibility.”

Din tilts his helmet and pulls his hands into tight fists. “If it hadn’t been for us, Bo-Katan probably would’ve never come here in the first place, and then she wouldn’t have restarted this effort.” He faces his wife once again, finding comfort in her understanding gaze. “If things go sideways…” Din trails off. He doesn’t have to finish the thought.

Astra’s thumb runs over his back. “No one would be blaming you, Din, except yourself.”

Din grimaces, relieved that Astra can’t see it. “Let’s just hope it doesn’t come to that.”

Astra nods to agree with him. Her hand taps his back before she lets it fall back to her side. They continue on in silence, the Armorer having since fallen in step alongside them. Din checks up on Grogu inside the IG-12 to see him moving expertly within the mech suit. He has to give it to Astra; She had been right to trust Grogu’s ability to use IG-12. Din owes him a genuine apology for not doing the same.

They walk many klicks without seeing anything out of the ordinary, but Din’s careful eye eventually pays off. He stops his stride when he sees movement on the horizon. Unlike the swirling clouds that have been looming over their heads, there’s something on approach that’s much darker—and much quicker.

“There,” Din speaks up, earning the attention of every Mandalorian around him. “On the horizon.”

The group stops with him as they all set their visors on what approaches in the distance. Dust has already started to fly in every direction as the figure gets closer and closer. Din’s gloved hand hovers over his holster as he steps in front of both Astra and Grogu.

“Nite Owls,” Bo-Katan calls.

“Flanking left,” they respond, taking cover behind a nearby rock structure.

The rest of the Mandalorians remain where they are. Astra’s since moved herself back to Grogu’s other side and Din gives her a quick glance. She offers him a reassuring nod in return.

When the figure turns into a large glider, the Mandalorians begin to raise their weapons. Din extends a protective arm towards Grogu and never once lets his eyes leave the vessel that’s slowing to a stop in front of them. Once the glider goes still, Din’s hand returns to his holster.

A voice calls out to them after a long pause. “Do you have food?”

Bo-Katan considers the man’s words as she lifts the scope of her helmet from her visor. Din shares a cautious look with Astra. “We do.”

The man’s quick to respond. “You wear the crest of the Nite Owls?”

Bo starts to tilt her helmet. “I should hope so.”

The Armorer steps closer to Bo-Katan. “They’re Mandalorians,” she insists.

“Is that the voice of Lady Bo-Katan Kryze?” the man questions.

Bo-Katan exchanges a look with her Nite Owls before she offers her answer. “It is.”

Three Mandalorians instantly take off from the vessel with their jetpacks. The group tenses, though Bo-Katan lifts two fingers to keep them from being rash. Din remains thorough in his observation of them the closer they get, their flight suits tattered and their armor grimey. When they remove their helmets, there’s a thinness to their faces that could only be caused by malnourishment. They’re rough around the edges at best.

Din widens his eyes underneath his helmet as he comes to an impossible realization. Survivors?

All three Mandalorians cross an arm over their cuirasses and bow their heads at Bo-Katan. “We knew you would not forsake us, Lady Bo-Katan,” the one on the far right says. “We have failed you, but our blasters remain in your service.”

Bo-Katan’s shoulders rise and fall in a visible breath. “At ease.” The Mandalorians lift their heads and let their arms fall back to their sides. “You need to be fed. Let us board your vessel and prepare a proper meal, then we may speak of all that’s transpired.”

Din doesn’t miss the slight strain in Bo’s voice as she speaks. Regardless, all the gathered Mandalorians agree to her terms, with the survivors leading the way to their glider. Din and Astra each hold one of IG-12’s arms to help Grogu get onto the vessel with the rest of them. As soon as they’re settled, Astra sets a hand on Din’s cuirass and makes her way over to the group that’s started to help prepare a meal. Din watches with hardly concealed amazement, the warmth of her touch—even through the beskar—remaining with him.

“Djarin,” Paz calls Din from his reverie. Din’s helmet snaps towards his Mandalorian brother and he’s met with an amused tilt of the blue-painted helmet. “If you’re done staring at your riduur, then we could use your help over here.”

Din nods, his face burning even hotter than Astra’s touch had as he urges Grogu to follow him towards Paz. Their pauldrons hit against each other in the familiar teasing they once had long before they had to worry about finding a home planet for their people. Din’s eager to return to those simpler times, but with a family of his own.

It’s nightfall by the time the meal’s prepared and completed. The group, now fed, sits around the long table Din, Paz, and the others had helped to set up as Bo-Katan invites the survivors to share their story. Din’s and Astra’s entwined hands remain concealed under the table as they rest upon Astra’s armored thigh alongside Grogu’s place on her lap.

“They intercepted any ships they saw leaving,” one of the men from before recounts. Din still hasn’t quite caught his name. He’s been accustomed to never asking for one. “They took no prisoners. They bombed every surface twice over.”

Din keeps his visor fixed on the man that’s across from him, but lets his gaze fall. His hand tightens around Astra’s and she sets her free hand upon it. He struggles not to be a child again, watching the explosions from over his father’s shoulder.

“They punished us as a warning to the whole galaxy because we refused to surrender.” When Din gains the faith to lift his eyes again, he finds that the man’s gaze has since found Bo-Katan’s. Her expression is one Din’s had yet to see the strong woman wear. It’s as if the word mortification itself has been written across her face.

Bo-Katan looks out upon the full table, but her gaze is empty. “That’s not true.”

Her words may as well be a blaster shot in the quiet of the night. Every head turns to face Bo-Katan with a type of incredulity Din’s never seen before. Even he tilts his helmet at Bo to beg for some kind of explanation.

“I did surrender.”

A collective breath is taken as the Mandalorians begin to whisper amongst themselves. Bo’s eyes find both Din’s and Astra’s for some kind of reassurance. Din offers a sympathetic tilt of his helmet, and he’s certain Astra’s providing a similar kind of physical response. The whispers stop and Koska tries to speak, but a lift of Bo’s gloved fingers prevents her from doing so.

“After our forces were annihilated in the Night of a Thousand Tears and defeat was imminent, I met with Moff Gideon.” Bo-Katan gives her head an aimless shake. “The ISB had reached out to me to negotiate a cease-fire. In exchange for submitting to the Empire and disarming, all remaining cities and Mandalorian lives were to be spared.”

Bo pauses, letting the looks of disbelief and disappointment fall upon her. Din glances at Astra to see her brow furrowed in worry for their friend. He gives her hand a reassuring brush of his thumb.

“That is how Moff Gideon came to possess the Darksaber.” Bo-Katan glances down, likely observing the hilt of beskar upon her belt. “I didn’t trust him, but it was the only chance I had to save our people.” Din watches Bo’s gaze get lost again. “And then he betrayed me and we were helpless to resist the Purge of Mandalore.”

Silence continues to choke the table. One of the survivors finds their focus on Din and the Armorer, causing Astra’s hand to grip Din’s more tightly. “How did these others survive?”

The Armorer doesn’t miss a beat. “We were hidden on the moon of Concordia.”

The other survivor speaks up. “Are you Death Watch?”

“Death Watch exists no longer.” Her words are definitive. “It shattered into many warring factions.”

“Our people have suffered time and time again,” Bo-Katan adds on, “from division and squabbling factions. Mandalore has always been too powerful for any enemy to defeat.” She tightens her lips and soaks in her own words for a moment. “It is always our own division that destroys us.”

Bo’s gaze falls yet again as the table’s forced to sit with the stinging truth of her words. Din’s visor turns to Astra, who’s already looking up at him with a crease in her brow. Her eyes search the void of his visor and Din wishes not for the first time that he could lift the metal and show her his true gaze. Instead, he takes their entwined hands between his and offers her a nod. He’s not the one who needs the comfort, because he’s not the one who ever surrendered to Gideon—and he’s not the one who was once an agent of division, no matter how unintentional.

“You all should get some rest.” Bo-Katan splits the silence with her genuine words of care. She becomes the first to stand from the table. “We have a long day ahead of us tomorrow.”

The rest of the Mandalorians begin to stand, but Din’s visor remains on their haunted ally. She walks off from the scene, heading towards the front of the vessel. Din sighs and stands alongside Astra, his hand remaining in hers as he helps her up. She has Grogu tucked in the elbow of her free hand, though her gaze is yet again focused on Din’s visor.

“You’re worried about her,” Astra plucks the thought from Din’s mind.

Din exhales and finds where Bo has stopped by the bow. “That’s not an easy burden to bear.” He refocuses on Astra. “She’s not in the right headspace for what’s to come.”

The corners of Astra’s mouth pull tight into a grimace. “I agree.” She glances over her shoulder. “I’m worried about her, too.” Grogu coos from Astra’s arm to agree with her. Astra’s smile becomes more genuine when she looks down at him. She releases a troubled exhale and meets Din’s visor again. “I can go talk to her.”

Din gives his helmet a shake. “That’s all right.” He eases his hand from her grasp and sets both of them upon her shoulders. “I can do it.” Astra’s brow lifts in surprise as Din lowers his helmet to her forehead and lifts a hand to grasp her chin. “Sit tight.”

Din walks off towards Bo-Katan and with Astra’s gaze burning through him for the second time that day. He allows himself to smile for a moment before he focuses back on the task at hand. He has no doubt Astra’s words in this situation would’ve been more eloquent, but Din doesn’t underestimate his own influence on Bo-Katan’s state of mind, especially as a Mandalorian who lived through the Purge. She needs to hear from the one she once felt so isolated from.

Din approaches Bo with careful steps, not wanting to startle her. He stops once he’s a few good paces behind her. Din waits a beat before he speaks. “I had no idea.” He takes a brief pause. “We were taught that everyone but us had forsaken the Way. That you were selfish and uncaring.” Din steadies himself as Bo starts to shake her head. “Now I understand.”

“You were right.” Bo-Katan’s words are nothing short of heartbreaking. “I was selfish.” Din’s helmet snaps towards Bo. “And this is what it wrought.”

Din waits a beat before he takes a few more steps towards her. He reflects on every word he’s kept close to his heart ever since this effort began. “We’ll rebuild it. Isn’t that our history? For thousands of years, we have been on the verge of extinction, and for thousands of years, we have survived.”

Bo-Katan whips around to face Din, her brow furrowed in unprecedented fear. “I don’t know if I can keep everyone together.” Din tilts his helmet. “There’s too much animosity. And this blade—,” she reveals the hilt of the Darksaber to him, “—is all I have to unify our people.”

“I only know of this weapon what you taught me.” Din’s since lost Bo’s gaze, but he doesn’t stop. “To be honest, it means nothing to me or my people. Nor does station or bloodline. What means more to me is honor, and loyalty, and character. These are the reasons why I serve you, Lady Kryze.” Din earns Bo’s gaze back, a look of disbelief painted across her expression as Din goes on. “Your song is not yet written.” He lifts his arm and crosses it over his cuirass as he bows his head. “I will serve you until it is.”

Din lingers only for a moment before he turns and walks away. There’s nothing left for him to say. The rest will be left for Bo-Katan to sort before daylight breaks again. Hopefully, she’s well aware of the fact that Din doesn’t say something he doesn’t mean.

Astra awaits Din with a smile she doesn’t bother hiding. He tilts his helmet at her and earns a response even before the distance between them closes. “That was beautiful, riduur.”

Din chuckles, half with embarrassment and half with amusement. “You were eavesdropping, huh, rid’ika?” He sets a hand on her shoulder and gives it an affectionate squeeze.

Astra shrugs. “Couldn’t resist.” She rests her head against his arm. “It’s not everyday you make a heartfelt speech to someone who isn’t me.” Din inhales to respond, but stops when Astra lifts a single finger and presses it against the bottom of Din’s visor, where his lips would be. “And before you ask, no, it’s not jealousy.” Her gaze admires him in a way that makes Din wish they weren’t surrounded by others. “I’m just so, so proud of you.”

“Cyar’ika…” Din releases the softest of sighs as he slides his arm to Astra’s other shoulder and rests his helmet against her head. “Cuy ulyc.” His fingers run over the part of her shoulder not covered by beskar. “I adore you too much for you to be saying such things in the presence of others.”

Astra lifts the hand not holding Grogu to lace her gloved fingers with his own upon her shoulder. “Then just wait until you hear what I have to say when you marry me again.” Astra tilts her head to look up at him. She beams as she kisses his beskar cheek. “Now, I know eating isn’t really an option for you in this environment, but I can at least make you get some rest.”

Din huffs and nods, letting Astra guide him to one of the empty cots they’ve set out for those not taking the first watch. She lets him lie down first before she joins him at his side, her head resting on the inside of his shoulder. Din removes his pauldron to make it more comfortable for her. Grogu, who’s long since been asleep in Astra’s arms, gets propped up to cuddle himself into Astra’s cowl. His IG-12 suit remains stored away elsewhere on the vessel for safekeeping.

Astra’s voice is quiet as she whispers one last thing to him. “I love you.”

Din smiles to himself, his gaze fixed on Mandalore’s night sky and his hand cradling Astra’s head even closer to him. “I love you, too.”

Astra’s quick in seeking her rest, and while she wanted the same for Din, he’s doubtful he’ll be able to. He’ll need to join the rest of the group on the lookout, even from where he currently is laying. He refuses to let his family be hurt on Mandalore again, especially with what they’ve already been through.

In what could quite probably be one of his biggest mistakes, Din spends nearly all of his worries on them and their safety—and not nearly enough on his own.

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buckybarnesss · 1 year

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Your answer about misogyny in this fandom is so accurate lol. I have my own shipping preferences and I do think some romantic plot lines are totally nonsense and forced but I keep it to myself. The thing is, Bo and Din have a very interesting and well build dynamic, Bo doesn’t exist just as a shadow for Din and they are both complete in their own. I’m not a shipper myself but I just can’t see the issue there, it’s nice, healthy and slowly build and not something that is there just to be. There’s nothing wrong in shipping well written and complete women with male characters with whom they have a nice partnership and work as equals (and it serves for Jyn and Cassian as well)

jyn erso and cassian andor are narrative mirrors. andor has multiple parallels drawn between the two. yet jyn is the one more loathed by fandom than cassian. especially now that andor exists because it significantly deepened his character. there is an outpouring of compassion and understanding for cassian despite him being exactly like jyn a lot of times yet jyn is derided at and offered little sympathy or compassion as a character.

din and bo-katan start at opposite ends of their narrative to meet in the middle. they are changed by each other and come to a greater understanding not just of each other but of the world they live in. bo-katan is affected and touched by din's respect for her father, for his devoutness to his faith which in turn inspires her and din becomes more open minded to what it means to be a mandalorian. however, like we see with cassian din is offered far more compassion by the fanbase. i love him but he's not an innocent wallflower. he's done some shit or did we collectively forget him disintegrating jawas and actual people with the amban? and he does rule-lawyering like a boss. bo-katan rightfully gets called out for her death watch history but there seems to be a lot of wilfull misunderstanding of what happened with mandalore. she didn't so much fail as there were coups supported by the empire and helped by empire loyal clans. the way people act you'd think she killed satine herself.

these are interesting dynamics and partnerships. people will be drawn to them and see possible romantic potential. there isn't anything wrong with that but if one doesn't ship it romantically that is also fine there isn't any need to get in the tag and be rude about it, you know.

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ofcoming4th · 1 year

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A puzzlement. Bear with me, please.

In Season 3 episode 1, Din must graverob (practically) IG-11 because this is the only droid he trusts.

Said trust doesn't appear to be shaken by Droids of the Living Dead reaction of reanimated IG-11 attempting to murder Grogu. IG-11 must be fixed! Very important this is.

Episode 2, Din goes looking for parts for Definitely Important Droid IG-11 in exactly ONE place.

And meekly accepts that such part is unavailable and picks up Droid (who only had bit part in A New Hope), that seems to be suffering from PTSD.

Cause friendly but shifty mechanic vouches for it. She's never conned him before, nope she sure hasn't.

And when said droid's only job is messed up by Cave Thug Gang ( who look so much like creatures from 1950's The Time Machine that somebody might be sued) ,Canonically Droid Hating Din Djarin goes after it, rescues it and treats it with sympathy.

Oh, and it is right there to help Grogu fly to get help. From Bo-Karen who hasn't got anything better to do between sulks. Because reasons, I suppose.

To the necessary plot point! Er, rescue. We need to save Grogu's dad and make Bo-Katan heroic and sympathetic. Poo.

I know it has supposedly been some time between Season 2 and 3 but WTF? Did Din get therapy for his Droid Trauma? Did a droid rescue him from a well by barking for help? Or has there been enough blows to the head to change his personality? Has Favereau forgotten his earlier scripts?

Just ponderin'

Don't get me going on how one mouthful of Mandalorian Liptons Chicken Soup gets Din on his feet after having his vital fluids drained. Just. Don't.

#the mandalorian #mandalorian spoilers #Favereau can't you just keep a character sheet handy?#oldy grumbling on mental porch #bo-karen is still damn annoying #you can be heroic and still be an asshole

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zoethebitch · 1 year

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okay alright that wasn't as bad as I was expecting. still pretty bad!! the Dr Pershing stuff had some really awful dialogue. the sympathy that Favreau and Filoni want the audience to feel for the, let's face it basically nazi scientist, when he's manipulated by another "rehabilitated" imperial officer and led into a trap and lobotomized is bad.

I do enjoy seeing just how ineffectual and complacent the new republic is being portrayed here, as they integrate former fascists back into society and ignore all of the warning signs and allow themselves to be infiltrated. the failure of the new republic is really something that star wars has refused to explore much and that's been disappointing for years. it's interesting to see that the liberal democracy held on a pedastal as the end goal during the rebellion is already so unhealthy even in its infancy that they're fawning over the poor little nazi scientist. I just really really wish Favreau and Filoni were smart enough to not ALSO BE FAWNING OVER THE POOR LITTLE NAZI SCIENTIST

all that said, the last 5 min where Bo-Katan, who has called Din's people a cult who brainwashed him and ruined Mandalore by being divisive zealots, who was literally second in command of the very same cult 30 years ago, and is now welcomed back as one of them on the technicality that she also went into the waters and just happens to have not removed her helmet since, was extremely funny I literally laughed out loud her castle got bombed and she has no place to go and must now rely on these people who she hates and live like them. super super funny.

#spoilers #mando

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thecasualauthor · 1 year

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Just watched Episode 1 of season 3 of the mandalorian and like, this is literally bo-katan at the end of the episode:

I also have no sympathy for her but anyway. If anyone has any memes of Bo-Katan they'd like to share, please do so

#bo katan kryze #i do not care about her #she is the cause of her own suffering #full offense #i would punch her in the face #the mandalorian #mando #the mandalorion spoilers #disney plus #grogu #star wars memes #star wars #star wars fandom

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swan-of-sunrise · 11 months

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Taking Care of Business (Chapter Thirty-Eight)

Summary: Bo-Katan and Clan Mudhorn track the Mandalorian mercenaries to Plazir-15, but they are recruited by the planet’s strange rulers to sort out an ongoing issue before they can meet them.

Pairing: Din Djarin X Fem!Reader

Word Count: 5.4k

Warnings/Disclaimers: None

A/N: Originally, I was gonna write the entirety of the droid investigation into one chapter but by the time I wrote 4k words, I decided to split it up over two chapters instead lol thank you for reading, I hope you all enjoy!

Chapter Thirty-Eight The Malfunction (Previous Chapter)

“There they are.”

Looking up from the console’s buttons, Din’s brows rose in surprise when he caught a glimpse of the Nite Owl’s one-time stolen fleet; it was comprised of several Gozanti-class Assault Carriers, Kom’rk-class fighter transports, fang-class fighters and the Imperial light cruiser that once belonged to Moff Gideon. Seeing the light cruiser that (Y/N) had nearly died on and where they’d been forced to say goodbye to Grogu again sent a shiver down Din’s spine and although he knew that it was under the command of the exiled Mandalorian, he silently vowed never to set foot onto a ship that held such dark memories for his small family. “That’s quite a fleet.”

Bo-Katan continued to fly the Gauntlet across the clear skies of Plazir-15 as she spared him a brief glance over her shoulder. “It took me a long time to assemble it; most of it was captured from the Empire.”

“I knew they looked familiar.” (Y/N) got up from her seat and crossed the starfighter’s cockpit to lean against the console beside Din. “Could come in real handy taking back Mandalore.”

“Axe Woves is their leader now,” Bo-Katan replied with a small sigh. “It’s going to take some convincing to get them to join us.”

Din watched as the captain bit her lip and remained silent, the look of sympathy briefly crossing her beautiful features causing his heart to thrum in his chest. He was constantly amazed by his wife’s ability to empathize with the struggles of others, regardless of the language and culture barriers she’d often times run into; he remembered how kindly she’d treated the Tuskens and the Frog woman, how selflessly she’d defended the people of Freetown and Mos Espa, and how – despite the recent slew of confusing contradictions – she’d eagerly thrown herself into learning all that she could about the Way of the Mandalore. The conflicts and infighting amongst the various factions of Mandalorians was baffling to her, but that didn’t prevent her from spending their week of searching for the stolen fleet commiserating with the woman who already failed to unite her people once before and who was obviously fearful of failing once again.

Searching for any means of easing the nervous tension in the cockpit, Din asked, “I wonder what they’re here for?”

“This planet isn’t on the New Republic Registry, so I’d guess it’s an independent world that hired them for protection.”

(Y/N) cleared her throat and began fiddling with the frayed edge of her fingerless glove. “Can’t imagine Woves will be happy to see you…”

Bo-Katan absentmindedly nodded, clearly lost in her own ruminations ahead of their meeting with her former forces. “Yeah.” Disappointment filled (Y/N)’s eyes and Din placed a gloved hand atop hers for comfort as the Nite Owl continued. “I’ll land outside the fleet’s perimeter; it’s probably best if we go in on foot.”

Before either Din or (Y/N) could reply, a cheerful fanfare played over the starfighter’s communication radio and was accompanied by an equally-pleasant voice. “Welcome to Plazir-15, the Outer Rim’s only remaining direct democracy. You’ve been assigned a docking slip. You will be guided on the assigned path. Engaging automated guidance.”

The Gauntlet suddenly jolted and began flying towards the planet’s domed city, causing (Y/N) to stumble and Din to wrap a steadying arm around her waist as Bo-Katan slapped a gloved hand on the console’s unresponsive buttons. “What happened?”

“They’ve taken control of the ship.” With a huff of annoyance, Bo-Katan flopped back in the pilot’s seat and looked at Grogu seated beside her. “I guess we’re going for a ride.”

Grogu cooed in delight and bobbed his head along to the music still emanating from the radio, causing (Y/N) to giggle and Din to smile beneath his helmet. In no time, the Gauntlet touched down on one of the city’s landing pads and the ramp lowered on its own accord; they bid R5 goodbye and after exchanging wary looks with one another, the four of them walked down the ramp and began crossing the landing pad. “This is…interesting,” Din commented, forcing himself not to reach for his blaster when he caught sight of the Imperial Death Star and astromech droids positioned by the monorail platform.

“Welcome to Plazir-15.” The RA-7 unit gestured towards the occupied track at the top of the raised platform. “Please proceed to your hyperloop pod.”

As they passed by the Imperial droids, (Y/N) shuddered and looked over at Din and Bo-Katan in discomfort. “Why do they have Imperial droids on an independent world?”

“It’s the Outer Rim,” Bo-Katan replied with a shrug as they ascended the platform and stepped into the empty pod. “Your guess is as good as mine.” Din and (Y/N) sat on one end of the pod while Bo-Katan and Grogu’s pram sat opposite them and once the doors slid shut, the Nite Owl addressed the hyperloop’s automation. “Bring us to the bay closest to the Mandalorian fleet.”

“As per Article Nine of the Coruscant Accords, permission must be granted from High Senate for access to self-defense forces in the peacekeeping zone. Do you grant permission to scan your chain code?”

(Y/N) stiffened while Din and Bo-Katan allowed the automation to scan their chain codes and when she made no move to produce hers, Din’s brow furrowed in concern. “Alor’ad? Is everything all right?”

“…Yeah, yeah, it’s just…” The captain trailed off and silently held out her wrist so that the automation could read the chain code emanating from her arm band.

“Din Djarin, Bo-Katan Kryze and Solia Corrik…” Din’s eyes widened in shock and (Y/N) crossed her arms over her chest as she avoided their questioning gazes. “Your presence has been requested by the leadership of the planetary democracy.”

Bo-Katan gritted her teeth in impatience. “I’m afraid we have more pressing matters. Perhaps at a later time-”

“Please do not attempt to leave the vehicle. This is not a request.”

Without warning, the hyperloop pod shot forward and raced along its track. They scrambled to brace themselves and when they finally succeeded, (Y/N) sighed and finally looked over at Din. “Solia Corrik is the name my mother gave me when I was born and when she died, Solia Corrik died with her; I started going by (Y/N) (Y/L/N) when I fled Naboo – it was safer that way, easier to avoid Imperial detection, and it was what she wanted for me – and I’ve avoided having my chain code scanned at every chance I could, but I never had the heart to officially change my name. I’m sorry that I never told you, Din-”

“You have nothing to apologize for, alor’ad.” Din reached over and held one of her hands while the other caressed her cheek. “If you say your name is (Y/N) (Y/L/N), then that’s what I’ll call you. You respected my Creed without question and called me ‘Mando’ until I finally worked up the nerve to tell you my name, and you deserve the same level of respect.”

(Y/N)’s worried expression softened into a grateful smile and after giving the palm of his gloved hand a brief kiss, she took a glance out of the pod and bit her lip as she studied the domed city they sped through. “I’ve never been here before. Have either of you?”

Bo-Katan shook her head and Din removed his hand from the captain’s cheek to rest it on the handle of his blaster. “I haven’t even heard of it. Do you think we’re gonna have to blast our way out of here?”

“We’ll find out,” The Nite Owl replied, shifting in unease and exchanging a look with Grogu as the pod came to a stop and its doors slid open.

The three of them stood and exited the pod, slowly walking down the stark-white hallway while Grogu’s pram drifted along behind them; Din struggled to keep his hands hanging loose at his sides but he pushed through, his curiosity over the strange-looking planet only slightly overshadowing his cautious nature. The doors at the end of the hallway slid open to reveal a grand dining hall decorated with green ferns and woven tapestries, where beings of all shapes and sizes were seated around a sprawling table and enjoying a midday feast while musicians serenaded them with a gentle tune.

“Join us! Come!” A bearded man dressed in an opulent uniform exclaimed from the head of the table and beamed as he waved them over. “It’s a party, come! Everyone, special guests: Mandalorians! I hope you like secretions. Take a sip-sip! Come, please!” As they made their way around the long table, the bearded man sat back down beside a woman donned in an elaborate gown of blue, purple and pink. Din, knowing his wife’s affinity for fashion, glanced over at (Y/N) expecting to find an awed expression on her face, but his brow furrowed in confusion when all he saw was shock. “It’s truly an honor to meet such impressive warriors!”

Din and Bo-Katan sat on the man’s side of the table with Grogu’s pram while (Y/N) sat in the unoccupied seat beside the opulently-dressed woman, who gave them all a warm smile. “Welcome to our humble home. I am the Duchess of Plazir-15 and this is my husband, Captain Bombardier.”

While the Duchess spoke, Din’s eyes flicked over to Captain Bombardier and he pursed his lips in distaste when he spotted the badge pinned onto the front of his uniform. “Let’s address the bantha in the room,” The bearded man sighed and gestured towards the pin. “I was once a facilities planning officer during the war and thanks to the New Republic Amnesty Program, I was able to help rebuild Plazir-15.”

“You were Imperial?”

“He was,” The Duchess confirmed, resting a comforting hand on her husband’s shoulder before continuing. “Plazir suffered greatly under Imperial rule. My husband came here as part of his rehabilitation; he oversaw the rebuilding of this planet on which my family served as nobility since it was originally settled, and…” She held her husband’s hand and gave him a sweet smile. “We fell in love.”

Captain Bombardier chuckled and reverently kissed his wife’s knuckles. “We fell in love. We did fall in love.”

Watching the happy couple shamelessly revel in their romance, Grogu cooed in delight and the Duchess’ brown eyes lit up as she looked up at Din. “Could I perhaps hold the baby? Please?”

“He doesn’t take kindly to strangers…” Din carefully replied but before he could say another word, the child leapt through the air and landed neatly in the Duchess’ lap; while the royal couple laughed in delight and Grogu happily ate the small fish that the Duchess bribed him with, Din sighed in exasperation and sat back in his seat.

“Pardon me if I speak out of turn, Your Majesty, but was your gown designed here on Plazir-15?”

The Duchess gave (Y/N) a smile while she continued to feed Grogu. “The gown was but my petal parasol was imported all the way from Naboo many cycles ago, an anniversary gift from my father for my mother. When I inherited the royal wardrobe, I had my favorite pieces converted into holograms and the originals put into storage so that their beauty would never fade.” The Duchess quirked her brow as she assessed the surprised captain. “Your surname is Corrik, is it not? Any relation to the House of Corrik?”

“My mother was Lomiya Corrik,” (Y/N) replied, her eyes roving across the elaborate parasol while a melancholy smile formed on her lips. “She kept a record of every piece she ever designed, and this was one of her favorites.”

Beneath his helmet, Din couldn’t help but smile for his wife while the Duchess excitedly raved about the House of Corrik, who had nothing but her memories to remind her of her late mother; it must comfort her to know that her mother’s legacy continues to live on through her artistic creations, he thought to himself, ignoring the twinge of guilt as he recalled how her mother’s treasured journal had been lost in the blast that destroyed the Razor Crest so many months ago.

“In fact, Naboo helped to inspire Plazir’s transformation!” The Duchess explained as Din refocused his attention on their conversation. “You see, it was time for our planet to move into a new age. We held direct democratic elections for the first time in our history.”

Captain Bombardier nodded. “We are both royals and elected leaders.”

“And the Mandalorian privateer warships docked in your fields?” Din inquired.

“Oh, we hire them for protection; our charter forbids us from having a military because of my husband’s Imperial past.”

“But because of this, all of our resources go to growth and the people,” The bearded man added and gave (Y/N) a smile. “We also take great pride in preserving our planet’s history.”

Bo-Katan, trying her hardest not to lose patience with the eccentric couple, sat forward in her seat and clasped her gloved hands together. “I’d like to speak to these ‘privateers.’”

Captain Bombardier exchanged a brief glance with the Duchess. “That can be arranged…there is just one condition.”

“What?”

Din rolled his eyes at the not-so-subtle way the bearded man gestured towards the balcony and cheerfully announced, “You really must see the view. Right this way!” The other guests curiously watched them stand and Captain Bombardier waved them off. “We’ll just be a moment! Enjoy your meal, don’t get up! Let’s show our guests the view.”

“We have a problem,” The Duchess lowly explained as they walked towards the balcony overlooking the domed city.

“A droid problem.”

Din’s brow furrowed at the mention of droids. “What kind of ‘droid problem’?”

“Malfunction.”

“A coordinated malfunction-”

“We think.”

(Y/N) frowned in confusion. “What makes you think that?”

“The planet’s Imperial droids were reprogrammed for peace.” The Duchess’ words were tinged with a subtle accusatory tone as she gave her husband a knowing look.

“I can assure you they were completely rehabilitated for peaceful purposes exclusively.”

“We thought.”

“They were, my love, I personally oversaw the program!”

Din interrupted the couple’s light squabbling to ask a clarifying question. “What kind of malfunction?”

“I mean, nothing too serious at first. Unexpected power cycles, deleted task stacks…”

“Then it got worse.”

“Traffic accidents, heavy equipment failures leading to injury-”

“Assault.”

Din stiffened while (Y/N) raised an incredulous brow. “Assault?”

The Duchess nodded and Bo-Katan shifted her weight as she addressed the royal couple standing before them. “Respectfully, what does this have to do with us?”

“Our constables are ill-equipped to confront battle droids-”

“Battle droids?” Din’s heart dropped into his stomach, the only things keeping him from spiraling into the painful memories of his parents’ deaths being the sound of Grogu’s worried coos and the weight of (Y/N)’s hand resting on his bicep.

Captain Bombardier hastily shook his head. “Uh-uh-uh-uh, former battle droids. They’ve been rehabilitated for civic duty.”

“We thought.”

“They were.”

“Obviously not.”

Bo-Katan’s jaw clenched in annoyance. “The Mandalorian garrison outside your city walls can make quick work of your battle droids.”

“That’s just it. Our charter forbids any standing army from entering our city,” The Duchess explained as she gently caressed Grogu’s wrinkled head. “Our constables aren’t even allowed to carry blasters.”

“But you allowed us to be armed.”

“Exactly!” Din and Bo-Katan exchanged a look as Captain Bombardier continued. “The people have voted that we are a pluralistic society. You are Mandalorians; weaponry and armor are intrinsic to your culture, are they not?”

Din nodded. “They are.”

“…You see where we’re going here?”

The Nite Owl smiled despite her obvious exasperation. “You want us to eliminate your droid problem.”

“Exactly!” The Duchess beamed at them. “I knew you would help us!”

“Hold on there, Your Majesty. We didn’t agree to help you-”

“Please, Princess Kryze, Your Grace. This is not intended to be a work of charity.”

Bo-Katan’s nostrils flared as she struggled to keep her emotions in check. “Unlike my brethren outside your city walls, I am no mercenary.”

Captain Bombardier bowed his head in deference. “Apologies if that is the impression I gave. What I intended to convey is that I would hope that this ‘excursion’ would be viewed as an act of diplomacy between our two planets. In fact, Plazir-15 would formally recognize Mandalore as a sovereign system and petition the New Republic to recognize it as such.”

“The mercenary captain, Axe Woves, indicated that he split from you because you had designs on ruling Mandalore once again,” The Duchess added.

“…Those plans have been abandoned.”

The bearded man merely shrugged. “The offer stands nonetheless.”

Pursing her lips, Bo-Katan turned to look at (Y/N) and Din. “What do you think?”

“That having the support of both Nevarro and Plazir-15 will reestablish Mandalore’s political influence throughout the Outer Rim and signal to the New Republic that it deserves to be recognized as a sovereign system,” (Y/N) replied, crossing her arms over her chest as she considered the royal couple’s offer. “Politically, it’s a smart move that will only benefit Mandalore in the long run.”

The Nite Owl, impressed by the captain’s diplomatic answer, turned her attention to Din. “And you?”

“You had me at battle droids.” Her lips twitched as he gave her a small shrug.

“Then it’s settled. The three of us will investigate and eliminate your droid problem.”

The Duchess beamed in happiness and Captain Bombardier clapped his hands. “Thank you, Princess Kryze! There’s just one small thing to address before you begin.”

Bo-Katan’s gloved hands briefly clenched into fists. “Yes?”

“You and Din Djarin are Mandalorians, but Solia Corrik here is unfortunately not; if she will be joining you on your mission, then our charter forbids her from carrying any weapons into the city.”

Flinching at the casual use of her birth-name, (Y/N) nodded and began to reach for her blaster but Din’s hand shot out to stop her. “Alor’ad, wait. I think you should stay here at the palace with the kid.” His wife opened her mouth to protest but Din took a step closer and lowered his voice so that only she could hear. “(Y/N), I lost both of my parents to Separatist battle droids. I don’t wanna lose you and Grogu to them, too.”

(Y/N)’s expression softened in understanding and she nodded as she holstered her blaster and the Duchess spoke up. “Rest assured, your companion and the baby will be well taken care of while you complete your quest.”

“Thank you for extending your hospitality to my family, Your Majesty,” Din replied, bowing his head in respect and reaching forward to pat Grogu’s head. “Be good for our hosts, kid. Bo-Katan and I will be back before you know it.”

The child released a quiet coo and when Din turned back to the captain, she rested a hand on the beskar covering his cheek and gave him a small smile. “K’oyacyi, ner kotep beroya.”

Din’s heart warmed in his chest at his wife’s traditional Mando’a farewell: Come back safely, my brave bounty hunter. He leaned his forehead against hers in a brief Keldabe Kiss and placed his hand atop hers. “Ni kar’tayl gar darasuum, ner cyar’ika alor’ad.” After she gave him one last smile, he forced himself to step back and turn to a pensive-looking Bo-Katan. “Ready to fix a droid problem?”

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Din and Bo-Katan were instructed by the Duchess to pay the city’s command center a visit so that Commissioner Helgait, the elderly head of security could brief them on the city’s ongoing struggles with their reprogrammed Imperial droids. The command center was filled with rows and rows of monitors displaying live security footage from all across the domed capitol city and from what Din could see, the people of Plazir-15 seemed content with their lives governed by direct democracy, albeit too reliant on their droids. None of them would be in imminent danger if they didn’t rely so heavily on droids to keep the city running for them, he thought to himself, a surge of the old familiar distrust of all droids causing his jaw to tightly clench.

“These droids were all reprogrammed to serve the community from the stockpile of captured Imperial robotics scheduled to be scrapped at Karthon.” Commissioner Helgait sat at his desk and pressed a series of buttons on its surface to pull up several archived security tapes. “The droid’s reprogramming was a complete success…until one day, an isolated event…” A garbage disposal droid was shown erratically flinging a rubbish can’s contents across an alleyway. “Then others. This is just a small collection of malfunctions that our security cameras caught.” The next footage to play depicted a B1 battle droid hurling a woman’s shopping bags, a chauffeur droid speeding through a crowded terminal and intentionally crashing a land-speeder into a wall, and a cook droid in a bustling restaurant attacking frightened patrons with knives.

“Turn them off.”

Commissioner Helgait looked over at Bo-Katan, who was staring transfixed at the monitors before them. “What?”

“Why not turn them all off? Who’s in charge of that?”

“I am,” The elderly man replied with a shrug. “There’s a fail-safe cutoff switch built into the system. However…”

In an incredible show of self-restraint, Din suppressed his frustrated sigh. “What?”

Commissioner Helgait chuckled humorlessly. “The citizens voted against any interruption in droid services. They can’t live without it.”

“And why’s that?” Din asked, already knowing the answer to his own question but allowing the head of security to speak.

“The citizens are no longer required to work and can spend their days engaging in recreation, the arts, and participating in our direct democracy. If we shut down the droids, our citizens wouldn’t know how to survive.” Commissioner Helgait sighed to himself and shook his head. “Our society would collapse.”

Bo-Katan tilted her head in confusion. “Then what do you want from us?”

“To seek out and decommission any remaining rogue droids, until we can fix the problem.”

Exchanging a wary look with Din, the Nite Owl heaved a small sign and nodded. “Give us the list.”

“Well, for that, you’ll have to go to the lower level and speak to the Ugnaughts.”

Din instantly perked up at that. “Ugnaughts?”

Commissioner Helgait nodded. “Ugnaughts.”

After thanking the head of security for his assistance, Din and Bo-Katan stepped into the elevator and traveled down to the city’s lowest level; his past friendship with Kuiil gave him an insight to the Ugnaught’s skills as droidsmiths, recalling how Kuiil had managed to revive and reprogram IG-11 to act as a nurse droid instead of an assassin droid. Shaking off the wave of sadness he experienced whenever he thought about his fallen Ugnaught friend, Din clasped his hands and remarked, “See what happens when you rely on droids?”

Bo-Katan’s brow arched in curiosity. “Are you taking this personally?”

“Just pointing it out.”

“Let’s just finish this so we can be on our way.” The elevator stopped and when its doors slid open, they stepped out into a bustling workshop and watched several Ugnaughts hard at work performing maintenance tasks on decommissioned and reprogrammed Imperial droids. “I am Bo-Katan Kryze. Which one of you is in charge?” The Ugnaught droidsmiths kept their attention on their work, so the Nite Owl forced a patient smile and tried again. “We were sent on behalf of the Duchess and Captain Bombardier to help you with your droid problem. Hello?” Again, none of the Ugnaughts acknowledged her words or their presence in the workshop, and Din huffed a quiet chuckle at Bo-Katan’s growing annoyance as she turned to look at him. “This is going nowhere.”

Instead of answering, Din took a step forward and loudly addressed the workshop. “I am Mandalorian Din Djarin, friend of Ugnaught Kuiil.” The droidsmiths finally looked up from their tasks as he continued. “You will answer our questions and help us with our task. I have spoken.” The Ugnaughts left their work unfinished and gestured for the both of them to join them at one of the workshop’s tables; Bo-Katan shot Din an impressed look as they took their seats and nodded respectfully at the droidsmith who handed her a cup of broth, politely taking a sip while Din spoke. “Thank you for your hospitality and for sharing your table with us. We were engaged to hunt down and eliminate the malfunctioning droids.”

“There are no such droids.”

The workshop was silent until Bo-Katan set her cup of broth down and rested her elbows on the tabletop. “You may not have heard the news down here, but your droids are wreaking havoc in the world above.”

The same Ugnaught smiled wryly. “There is not much of which we are not aware; these halls are the central nervous system of the city. I assure you, the droids are not malfunctioning.”

The Nite Owl blinked in confusion at the Ugnaught’s flippant tone. “Citizens have been harmed by these malfunctioning machines.”

“This is not the case. I have spoken.”

Din bit his lip, wishing that (Y/N) were there to employ her more natural talent for diplomacy; since she wasn’t, though, he took a deep breath and followed his wife’s example. “We’re not in any way suggesting that your work is to blame. The stories of Ugnaughts’ skill with smithing droids are legendary. We know that Ugnaughts are considered the hardest working species in the galaxy and we, like you, have been engaged with a task to perform. We will investigate the dangerous incidents, but we would appreciate your help.”

After considering his words, the lead droidsmith made a gesture towards his comrade and when he handed him a holo-disc, the lead droidsmith placed it in Din’s open hand. “Here are the locations of the droids you seek.”

“Thank you.” Din bowed his head in respect. “We are in your debt. I have spoken.”

The Ugnaughts nodded and watched them walk across the workshop, where they entered the elevator and traveled back up to the highest levels; neither of them spoke until they were seated in the hyperloop pod, looking out at the darkened night sky and admiring the twinkling lights of the domed city as they sped by. “What was that back there?”

“I’ve spent time with Ugnaughts.” Din shrugged and sat back in his seat. “There’s a particular way to communicate with them; accusing their work of malfunctioning is an insult.” He looked down at the holo-disc and scanned the Aurebesh printed across its surface. “Now, they’ve indicated that there’s a likelihood that the next event will be at the loading docks.”

Bo-Katan hummed in interest. “How sure are they?”

“Hard to tell, Ugnaughts always seem sure of themselves.”

The Nite Owl chuckled. “Well, it’s the only lead we’ve got so we might as well have a look around.” They fell into a comfortable silence and after a short while, their pod slowed to a stop at a bay overlooking the crowded loading docks. Exchanging a look, they exited the pod and made their way down a series of staircases, and a chill went down Din’s spine at the sight before them; B-2 battle droids, the same ones responsible for his parents’ deaths, were carrying cargo boxes to and from various ships and transport speeders, and their labor was overseen by several B-1 series battle droids. Although Din was relieved that (Y/N) and Grogu were safe in the palace, he couldn’t help but long for their comforting presence as he struggled to keep the memories of that terrible day at bay. “I haven’t seen battle droids since the Clone Wars.”

Din gritted his teeth. “I have.”

“Any of ‘em look suspicious?”

“They all look suspicious.”

Bo-Katan didn’t reply, his cryptic words hanging untouched in the air while they stepped down onto the dock and approached the nearest droid foreman. “Halt. This is a restricted area. You are to vacate immediately.”

The Nite Owl gave the stern droid a polite smile. “We have a few questions.”

“Show me your identification, please.”

“We’re here on behalf of the Duchess to investigate the droid malfunctions.”

“Yes, I saw the reports.” While Bo-Katan and the droid foreman talked, Din strayed off to where the battle droids marched in a single-file line and studied their imposing forms as they passed him by; he waved a gloved hand in front of one’s face and saw no reaction, but he merely repeated the gesture with the next droid in line. “Rest assured, I’ve had the entire line of loaders undergo maintenance protocols as a safety measure. The, uh, certification is on file. I wouldn’t do that if I were you!”

Din glanced over his shoulder at the droid foreman, unperturbed by its warning shout. “Why’s that?”

“Well, as a precaution,” The droid foreman carefully explained. “Their base function was warfare.”

“I thought they were just checked out.”

“They were-” Without waiting for the droid’s full reply, Din gave the next battle droid in line a hard kick; predictably, it merely staggered a little before returning to its place in line and carrying its cargo box to a nearby ship. “Uh, what are you doing?!”

“Then this shouldn’t faze them,” Din shrugged before kicking the next battle droid that passed them by, taking some pleasure in his rash and potentially dangerous experiment.

“Uh, sir? Excuse me! Sir!”

The next battle droid in line immediately stumbled when Din’s boot connected with its leg and dropped its cargo box but after it picked itself up, it suddenly back-handed Din across the dock and took off running. Groaning in pain, Din scrambled to his feet while Bo-Katan fired her blaster at the fleeing battle droid and sprinted after it, quickening his pace once he realized that they were dangerously close to the city streets; he could hear Bo-Katan running behind him as the battle droid knocked over a stack of rubbish and while he jumped over the makeshift obstacle, the Nite Owl propelled herself into the air to avoid the scattered mess. The alleyway opened up into a crowded street and frightened citizens screamed as the battle droid barreled through them, and Din and Bo-Katan were forced to shove their way after it.

Illuminated by the colorful neon lights of the various shopfronts, the imposing battle droid stopped to pick up a cargo box and throw it at them; Bo-Katan activated her jetpack to fly beneath the cargo box while Din dropped to his knees and slid on the smooth stone that paved the street. His body ached in protest but he pushed on, racing to catch up with Bo-Katan as she pursued the battle droid down another alleyway; the moment they emerged from the alley and stepped onto another street, they were forced to drop to the ground to avoid a power unit hurtling straight towards them, which exploded in a ball of fire as they scrambled to their feet and ran after the fleeing droid.

“Keep going!” Din shouted to Bo-Katan before peeling off and sprinting down the less-crowded adjacent alleyway; the battle droid passed the next opening before Din could reach it, forcing him to run into a cantina to continue his pursuit. Patrons shrieked in fright and darted out of his way as he charged through the cantina and when he caught sight of the nearest window, he seized the opportunity and dove straight through it; he tackled the battle droid and they landed on the street in a flurry of shattered glass, and he scrambled to draw his blaster as the battle droid jumped to its feet. But before it could attack, several blaster shots rang through the air and the destroyed droid collapsed onto the street to reveal Bo-Katan holstering her weapons.

“Are you all right?” The Nite Owl asked as she crossed the street and helped Din stand; when he gave her a breathless nod, her shoulders relaxed and they watched four constable droids surround them and the lifeless battle droid and project holographic crime scene barriers to keep any curious civilians away.

“This is a crime scene. Thank you for standing back. This is a crime scene. Thank you for standing back. This is a crime scene. Thank you for standing back.”

They both looked down at the battle droid’s sparking remains and Bo-Katan crouched to retrieve a rectangular object fastened at its waist. “I found a spark pad.”

Din’s brow furrowed beneath his helmet. “What’s it say?”

“‘The Resistor.’”

“Sounds like a droid bar.”

When Bo-Katan stood, she flipped the spark pad over and arched a brow before showing him the Aurebesh printing. “And there’s an address.”

The Nite Owl started down the street and with an exasperated sigh, Din ignored his aching muscles and followed after her. It was going to be a long, long night.

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Mando-a Translations:

Alor’ad-Captain K’oyacyi, ner kotep beroya-Come back safely, my brave bounty hunter Ni kar’tayl gar darasuum, ner cyar’ika alor’ad-I love you, my darling captain

A/N: Like I said last week, we’re having work done in the house and it’s been difficult finding time to write, but I’ll hopefully have the next chapter up on time! Thank you all so much for reading and commenting! Oh, and I’ve created a Spotify playlist of all my favorite music from the world of Star Wars, so if you’re interested in checking it out the link is down below!

Spotify Playlist: https://open.spotify.com/playlist/2KuSKJhVOPPvxdJ9YHeo4M?si=2977ff31bf0c4bdd

Chapter Thirty-Nine

Taking Care of Business Masterlist

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