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quinntamsin · 1 year

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She held the helmet under her arm as the droid behind her rolled along without even paying attention to the destruction around it. A loud whistling sound informed the Mandalorian what she was waiting for. "Are you sure H21?" she asked, only to receive a longseries of droid language whistles. After listening and discerning theirmeaning the Mandalorian sighed. "Fine, I will speak to the Duchess once this job is over."

Greetings everyone, it's been a long hiatus, but I am hopefully going to be getting back soon. Depression got real bad lately and even cannabis only can do so much. I've been able write a bit more on my next OC riddled fanfic Poisoned Heart. Anyway let's do Andor! Andor S1E1 "Kassa", the opening to Andor is a black screen seemingly zooming into to reveal the title. A stylized version of the Rebellion's symbol, the Starbird, is above it. Dark rain files into view as we watch Cassian walk a dark industrial walkway back to the city where he's living. Morlana One, a massive corp zone on the planet is where he's hiding. This place s reams blade runner and I like how they embedded a bunch of random weird ads. I like seeing this alien city and hearing the various languages in the background. The music here is very synth and I love the dancing twi'lek holo. I wonder what species the fucking bartender is. Almost utapaun, something with an elongated head and more. The proprieteress of the club pops up and we hear Cassian call the place a company town. Pretty damn accurate, Morlana's Corp Zone represents the worst of the Empire. She getting suspicious before Cassian mentions he's looking for his sister. The darkness punctuated by the blue light really sells a seediness to the place with it being broken by random gold lights. It makes me think we're in a strange almost iPhone owned industrial complex. A guard confronts, well a pair of idiot guards, Both using heavy Corscanti accents. Diego's voice has a short of desperate measure to it that sells his spy infused violence. I wonder if he watched some John Wick with how he carries his head as he kills the two me. That sort of tired, bedraggled expression of "here we go again." One guard dies and the other can sense his time to end., and gets his face blasted out. This is not your clean Star Wars, this is the Rebellion and one where you cannot afford loose ends. Yeah, if you want clear cut good and evil, do not watch this series. It's a james bond or mission impossible series with a grittier take. The filters on the vfx remind me heavily of Altered Carbon. WE come to Ferrix, a dust covered dirty city in the early morning. A droid is our main focus, one that easily heads out into a massive junk and scrap pile outside. I like his four little traction points for transportation. We switch to Cassian on Kenari his home where his sister wakes him up. B2EMO his droid has a pretty interesting stutter, which makes me wonder why it occurs. Maybe a damage to his voice processor? "That's two lies." The droid has to put a lot of energy into lying and just seems to want to spend time with "Kassa". Seems Ferrix is another mining or industrial town of sorts. I'm seeing a lot of bright yellow colors in the pallet along with drab oranges and reds. The usage of stone for a lot of the exterior definitely makes me think of some sort of mineral-based processing. Not to mention a lot of the clothes have padded bits insert into them making me thinking defense. Also more people are wearing ear plugs, definitely a job requiring large machinery. This is a great scene, it tells so much just in its costuming and colors. THe way that Cassina's friend has a cleanish face. WE switch back to the Pre-Mor where an investigator is talking about the seats of the guards. I like how he updated his "uniform" because he wants to act the proper Imperial. The man in charge decides to cover it up since the men in question would all make them look back. The DI just wants to ignore it, the Preox-Moralana company wants shit to look good which means less Imperial Oversight. Heh, love it. We switch back to Ferrix where Cassian has come to visit a friend who does repairs. I wonder is this part of his quest to find his sister? Bix is his connection and he pushes more. She asks Cassian what he did and she stole a fucking Starpath unity. He apparently stole it from his friend's bids. Damn, not the best decision. This episode has already established that Cassian is out for Cassian. He has some connections but they aren't exactly "friends". Flashing back to Kenari, we see that the camp is alive with curiosity. The various colonists have strung together a village mixing technology and various stuff near their home. We see them placing on some sort of paint for something the lines have a meaning for the older kids. I notice a distinct lack of adults in their camp. Back to the DI we see him in the security HQ where he berates a man for ignoring a obvious shi launch. Cassian continues his walk around the story as Nurchi, a loan shark, who wrangles another acquaintance into a discussion. I like vetch, big kind of dinosauroid dude with a cockney accent. Bix leaves work and her love interest follows her. What a fool, the man is going to get himself in a lot of trouble. The music hear continues to give us a sort of casual, but thriller quiet. All of the actions of many here are in the underworld. So my guess is she has to maintain a lot of secrets to keep herself solvent in credits. The Imperial Security folks have a nice level of chatter to make themselves appear like normal employees dealing with their uptight boss. Pegla who is a yardbull watching the various ships warns Cassian, and yet again, Cassian has burned another bridge. In the past we see the Kenari older kids head off somewhere. Strange, are they after that ship that crashed? Moving onto Andor S1E2 "That Would Be Me" we continue our take on the opening triad of Andor series. With quick reminder of what happened at the Industrial Site and the death of the two guards. We get the subtle simple opening of Andor with its string theme, which slowly fades into the jungles of Kenar. The Kenari are heading off to investigate the crash our band of children are decked out in various weapons as they pass what seems to be an abandoned colony site. Overgrown pieces of machinery come to view as we then see a massive open face mine. The kids seem to be descendants of maybe colonial miners that once dwelt on the planet. Changing scenes we see a man entering a tower to adjust his ear plugs. He drums away on the chime which appears to be a large industrial way of alerting the workers of the town. In the shipyard Pegla is turning down the lights and everyone is heading back to put away their equipment. Another day working in the town has come as everyone cools down for the night. Meanwhile, Kassa is seemingly skulking about as Ferrix falls asleep. We see Bix friend reading her console and the Arabesh is translated as he sees the message for a Kenari male wanted. As he enters who appears to be an adoptive mother of sorts. THey discuss the fact that the Pre-Mor Sec know about him being Kenari. Our friendly droid tells him that Bix wants to meet. She asks what he did and he relays a simplified version of him murdering two shitty Sec Guards. The Sec Commander is intent on hunting down and as Bix goes to have some fun we switch to Syril Karn. The Seargent he brings in is pretty hardcore in ow he sees the Order of the Empire. The talk about how they need have a stronger hand to deal with the "Formenting" as he says. This man is what appears to be a failed or wannabe stormtrooper. His eyes got all beetle-like as he talked about dealing with the "Formenting" Back to the Andor Household we see Maarva (yes I had to look up a list of names because I'm reviewing so many shows) is holding something tight. Cassian meanwhile is in his crash ship room. Going through whatever is on his mind. This makes me think the flashbacks to Kenari are about the trauma of losing his sister I mean that is an obvious point, but there is definitely more to the story. The kids zone in on the crashed ship and we see the oldest heading in to investigate alone. The sizzling of electricity fills the air as she uses a tongue click to summon the kids. As the music intensifies we switch to a ship flying over a planet, this appears to be Ferrix again. Whoever this guy is he's definitely a tad sketch. LIkely a Rebel with how the droid tells him about "Safe Places" to land. And as he heads into the city our drummer dude opens the day to waken everyone. Bix wakes up with Perrin watching her from a seat. Bix and Perrin have a somewhat awkward short conversation over a cup of Caf. In his ship Cassian and B2EMO who seems to be somewhat depressed droid. Maarva pops into what I think is Cassian's room to see an old Kenari fighting staff covered in bits and bobs. Was she the one who the kids ran into? We are again in Kenari, the leader of the group is drawing closer as Cassian notices the bodies of the pilots. They are definitely humanoid, but have yellowish skin as one of them gets up and shoots the Kenari leader. The children take him out with their blow guns (how the hell did I not notice they were blow guns). The kids realize their leader is dead, killed by the invaders. THey pick her up, leaving her blow gun as they watch for more invaders. Cassian watches the dropped ship with an intense hatred as we once again switch to Ferrix. He runs into someone and we learn that yes, the mining venture on the actual planet fell apart. SO yeah, my theory was right, the kids were the survivors of a mining disaster. He pays for what seems to be a ticket somewhere. And as Pre-Mor people are coming in their strange blue and orange Imperial inspired uniforms (including those silly little hats). Mosk who is acting like a rent-a-cop wanting to be an Imperial Stormtrooper speaks to his people. Reminding them that the folk of Ferrix can go complain about Pre-Mor at the Territorial Forum. Karn meanwhile seems a bit unsure what to say as he gives a haphazard speech. I wanna say, their ship is clunking as fuck and I love it. Really shows how these guys mostly work as Industrial SEcurity. Why have a flashy ship when a company carrier does the same? So Skarsgard, is Luthen, our old seeming rebel, is on a sort of floating anti-grav bus. He ends up dealing with a man who just can't stop talking and moves to insert himself into a conversation Luthen doesn't want. The carrier draws closer to the primary town in Ferrix as the dump below shows us Cassian on a Mission. It's interesting how unlike the rest of the cast he's always in dark browns and reds. Everyone else is either in blue, orange, green or yellow.

Episode 3 "Reckoning" opens with the children slowly making their way into the downed ship on Kenari. The kid is Cassian, and we see more of the strangely yellow-skinned figures inside wearing suits with the Imperial Emblem on it. The ship itself appears pretty industrial with a central command bridge filled with various oscillating monitors. A central bank of consoles surrounded by clean mirror-like black surface. We switch back to the dusty mining yards after young Kassa bashes the side of the console. He's waiting for someone. So, quickly I looked it up, the people with the yellowed skin are Republic soldiers which makes their death all the more strange. The man from early, Luthen exists from his transport and meets up with Bix. This is interesting, as we switch to the Pre-Mor fucks coming in out of hyperspace. We switch to Maarva and CLem Andor preparing to salvage the frigate. The kid they find is Kassa, and as we switch back to the weird LAAT like ships coming into the space above the town on Ferrix. This scene as the Pre-Mor Sec goons start looking switches places with Clem and Maarva. She's able to sedate the kid as the Republic Frigate is close to appearing. The Security goons appear at Maarva's place of residence and push after announcing they have a warrant. Bix pops back up at work where her friend Timm stalks off a bit sus. Mosk is going off the deep in with his bully-boys. They detect where Cassian is hiding just as Luthen arrives in the warehouse. The pretty orange and teal blue outfits of the Pre-Mor sec teams stands outa gainst the duller browns and yellows of the people of Ferrix. The darker browns and reds of the buildings also makes them stand out more than a sore thumb. A friend of Bix alerts her that the Corpos are there for Cassian as the rat reveals himself. Kerabast, Timm, you damn fool. Luthen asks cassian where he got his gadget, and Kassa being the foolish impatient bastard just pushes for more money. He wants to know how Cassian got the box, he's either a fucking spy or he's too good for his own good. Cassian scoffs at how easy it is to fool the damn Imperials. Luthen points out that his life isn't going to stay the same and he mentions how Clem was hanged. Again, Kerabast. Luthen invites Cassian to join his little OPA, I MEAN REBEL cell, and suddenly we are in the town center. Several citizens begin to bang on things to warn rest of the town that the Corpos are there. Mosk calls it intimidation, but the fool likely knows its a warning. If they can get to the bell ringer to sound out a warning everyone on Ferrix including the rebels will know. Corpos have them surrounded as Bix runs ahead of them to find Cassian and is stopped by a Corpo officer. In the old factory Luthe is working out an exit plan as he explodes some slap charges. This start a minor chain reaction with corpo team going down as the team enters with what's left and starts firing. Parts keep falling as Cassian hyperfixates on the box. Dodging bits of metal as men are being harmed and killed. Another corpo goes down as the last one shoots from above. The scene itself is well acted and timed. The falling debris adds a great level of tension as the entire factory comes down around them. They escape out of the factory as the last of the team is likely dead. Luthe and Cassian make their getaway as the younger man asks why they don't go for the box. Timm heads in to free Bix and one of the corpos shoots him. As the shooter is set away by the CO Bix is left with Timm's corpse on the steps. You can really see how Mosk is just a damn weekend milita-goer with his actions. Meanwhile, Karn pops into a room and scares off its inhabitants as we switch back and forth between all of the team. Maarva warns the corpo about what the banging actually means. "When its stops." All of the clanging ends, as all of the town goes quiet. The Sec corpos rush around taking up positions as you cans ee they aren't use to actual combat. Syril finds Cassian with a blaster pointed at his behind him. Luthen calls for Karn's life and Cassian grabs him as soon as he's able to make a call. The corpo who shot Timm is killed when he tries to launch the od and finds it weighed down. The Clanging was a way for the locals to work together to end the corpos. One comes upon Karn whose been tied up, as one of the speeders has been rigged with explosives. An old Ford-looking piece acting as a decoy and drawing the fire of the Pre-Mor Sec. They surround it after it crashes, with Mosk laughing and three of the men getting caught in another blast. Cass and Luthe speed off on a swoopbike leaving the corpos realizing their actions were all foolish and gungho. Switching back to t memories of Maarva we see her crying as she thinks of how she found Kassa and rescued him from Kenari. He himself just trying to find his sister. Bix meanwhile saved from being handcuffed and reaches for Timm only to be dragged off. We see the people of Ferrix in pain and the swoop darts off into the sunset. Karn stares into nothing realizing his foolish actions at listening to Mosk got his loyal men killed. That his actions while maybe correct were just the actions of a mall cop at playing tin soldier. We enter Luthe's snhip as starts to lift off and see the old ANdor ship doing the same. Cassian awakes on it to see the last visage of his planet. We get a swell of the music as Maarva watches them and suddenly we are back in the present and Cassian watches as they leave Ferrix. Hottakes:

The Twi'lek dancer holo in the pleasure house is a good example of how the galaxy sexualizes them.

I like the style of the blue light and strange usage of triangular walk ways.

The fact this story seems to hinge on him finding his sister is a good lead into his reasons for being a Rebellion Spy.

The two men who followed him were the same kind of fools to start this story.

Bix is a nice addition to SW's growing scrappy technician cast.

I do like that they are translating the Arabesh for us.

Cassian is definitely a desperate motherfucker.

Damn the security fucks are definitely a bit too MAGA for my tastes.

Luthen has a definitely interesting vibe to him.

The Pre-Mor guys are all definitely similar to fucking Imperials with their corporate outfits and armor being straight out of Imperial Naval uniform design.

Their ship and shuttles even mimic the old LAAT gunships from the CLone Wars.

Timm's death was so fucking bittersweet, he ratted out Cassian and was shot for doing the right thing.

Watching the guy who killed Timm crash was cathartic.

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Star Wars Alien Species - Pau'an

Utapau was an arid sinkhole world in the Utapau system of the Tarabba sector in the Outer Rim Territories. Utapau was the homeworld of the Pau'ans and the Utai, more commonly referred to collectively as Utapauns. These species lived in the many giant sinkholes that dotted the planet's scrub-covered surface.

51,000 light years from the core, Utapau orbited a single sun and was itself orbited by nine moons. It was composed of a small molten metallic core, with a rocky mantle and rocky, calcareous crust. Surface water made up only 0.9% of the planet, although most significantly, a vast subterranean ocean encircled the planet below the crust. Although extensive surface oceans once covered the planet, they leaked away to the subterranean ocean through the readily eroded crust through vast caverns that were once giant magma chambers. In turn, the erosive sea has contributed to the giant sinkholes throughout its windswept and grassy habitable areas. The resulting vast mineral deposits below the ocean are a great source of wealth for the planet.

Sinkholes on Utapau were a common geological feature that appeared in areas where the rock below the surface of the land is made from substances like salt beds, limestone, carbonate rock (which is referred to as a karst landscape) that can be dissolved by ground water flowing through them. This rock can also be weakened by acidic rain. When these rocks dissolve, large spaces develop underneath until it gets too big and the land above the gap collapses. Naturally-occurring sinkholes are also created by long periods of drought, or when caves with underground streams naturally give way.

Because of the lack of timber on the planet, Utapaun architecture was primarily constructed out of the bones of deceased animals. The bones of nearly all of the planet's fauna were used in construction, which later developed into a unique form of architecture known as ossic architecture. The skeletons of the huge animals that roamed the lower sinkholes and ocean had huge enough bones to be used as beams; other fossil bones were mined in caves.

From before the Clone Wars, Utapau was one of the worlds restricted by a Trade Federation arms embargo on remote galactic regions. Because of this, the local defense fleet was based around downscaled warships only, many of which were designed and built on Utapau itself, including a variant of the Rendili StarDrive Dreadnaught. It was capable of offering some protection against marauding pirates, but as a battleship, it was outclassed by those put out by rich, industrialized sectors. For example, each vessel was only about one-fifth the size of a Lucrehulk-class battleship and they were all destroyed by the invading Separatist forces.

On the other hand, Utapau's primary starfighter, the Porax-38, was a tough, long-range snubfighter, designed for Utai pilots and capable of extended interstellar patrols of up to twenty days. They saw good use when the scattered Utapau Skyforce mustered to oust the Separatists alongside Republic forces at the Battle of Utapau. In addition to mechanical vessels, the Skyforce also made use of native dactillions; giant, flying reptiles that could carry a rider into battle.

The Pau'ans fulfilled most of the governmental and administrative duties on Utapau, as the Utai did not desire such work, serving as laborers instead. Most Pau'ans served as leaders early in their lives, often managing teams of Utai laborers. This gave them experience that would be used later in their life. Pau'ans were kind leaders, and sympathetic to their subordinates. Each city on Utapau was controlled by a Master of Port Administration, a hereditary title reserved for Pau'ans. These administrators were assisted by advisory councils for making important decisions about their city, turning to the Utapauan Security Force when necessary. Each Administrator served on the Utapauan Committee and oversaw planetary governance. However, the committee rarely made crucial decisions, as the cities were able to function on their own most of the time

Despite the many differences between the Pau'ans and the Utai, the two species were able to co-exist peacefully, although inhabitants of the different Utapaun cities often had conflicts due to philosophical differences. Still, these conflicts rarely developed into bloodshed, and it was more common for the cities to ignore each other. Each city had its own culture, and competition was fierce between the groups. However, they were able to cooperate when the situation necessitated it, such as during the Confederate invasion of the planet in 19 BBY.

Pau'an society was a blend of a variety of styles and cultures, borne from the ancient merger with the Utai. Built into the sinkhole walls, Pau'an settlements such as the Pau City spaceport were divided into different areas, each a mix of architectural styles and other-worldly design. They liked art, and enjoyed studying sculptures and finding ways to incorporate different artistic styles into their architecture. Pau'ans developed an industrial society, despite their seemingly primitive and natural image, though the Utai were the ones who actually did the hard work. The Utai did not mind, however, and collectively much preferred labor to positions of leadership. They were able to power their city by wind, harnessing it through massive windmills. Over ninety-nine percent of the planet's power came from these windmills. Most Pau'ans rode living beasts like varactyls and dactillions instead of speeders. Pau'ans, as well as Utai, were known for their love for Podracing.

Pau'ans represented 30%—or approximately 28.5 million—of Utapau's total population of 90 million inhabitants.

Pau'an civilization began around 57,000 BBY. It was believed that settlers traveled to Utapau hoping to find a hospitable world to colonize after the destruction of their homeworld. Some created homes in the sinkholes, while others lived on the surface. Over time, the species changed genetically, becoming the Pau'ans and the Utai, two species with many differences but some similarities. Researchers from the University of Sanbra discovered evidence supporting the theory that the two species were related, although exact specifications were not certain. Eventually, a climate change, causing severe winds, forced the Pau'ans underground, into the sinkholes. The Utai welcomed the Pau'ans, and over time, the two societies merged together to live in a mutually beneficial civilization. Timon Medon was the Pau'an responsible for this, and he was held in high esteem by Pau'ans for his actions. Following the merging of the two cultures, they split into several different groups, forming sinkhole cities scattered across Utapau. Tion Medon, Port Administrator in 19 BBY, was named for Timon Medon. Pau'ans represented only about thirty percent of the population on Utapau, though as the administrators and bureaucrats of the sinkhole cities, their influence made up for their lack of numbers.

Due to trade restrictions placed on them by the Trade Federation, Pau'ans were unable to import many goods such as weapons or starships, and were forced to create their own technology. As Utapau was located in the distant Outer Rim Territories, few independent traders ventured to their planet; although many ventured there around 49 BBY after hearing rumors that the waters on the planet had miraculous healing properties. There were even claims that Utapau was the original home of the Jedi, although these reports were not new; they had originated millennia before. Though the Pau'ans did not want to draw attention to themselves for fear of meeting more powerful cultures who might try to conquer them, they eagerly welcomed visitors who wished to experience the healing for themselves. However, once the water was proven to be nothing more than ordinary water, most people forgot about Utapau, once again leaving it alone.

The Pau'an culture was disturbed during the Clone Wars by the Confederacy of Independent Systems. Though the neutral Utapauns attempted to fight back with several Rendili Star Dreadnaughts, the CIS succeeded in conquering the planet as a stronghold. Administrator Tion Medon and his aide Lampay Fay were forced to host General Grievous and his allies on Utapau, turning the planet into a Separatist safehouse. The Pau'ans hid their starfighters, Porax-38 fighters, so they would not be used by the Separatist war machine or destroyed.

With the arrival of Jedi Master Obi-Wan Kenobi, many Pau'ans and Utai fought back against the droid forces, with the Utai flying their starfighters in an effort to help liberate their planet, though Utapau was subjugated once more with the formation of the Galactic Empire. The Empire used the planet's resources with no thought to the native cultures that were affected, and Pau'an captives were shipped as slaves for several Imperial projects, including the colonization of Byss. Some Pau'ans and Utai created resistance movements, and the different cities were able to unify once more in the face of a great threat.

Following the liberation of their planet by the New Republic, they joined the new galactic government, hoping to avoid further enslavement and poor treatment at the hands of the leaders of the galaxy. Following the Yuuzhan Vong War, the Utapauan Committee elected to join the Galactic Alliance, holding democracy as vital to the preservation of the galaxy. When the Sith Lord Darth Krayt took control of the Galactic Empire, Utapau sheltered Admiral Gar Stazi of the Galactic Alliance Remnant late in the war after having providing the GA fleet shelter throughout the conflict.

Condemning the genocide wrought by the Sith on Dac, Port Administrator Telan Medon of Pau City agreed to harbor Stazi and his wounded men deep in the labyrinthine caves that pocketed the capital. Unbeknownst to the Pau'ans, Sith scientist Vul Isen had established a laboratory on the planet, conducting illegal experiments on the natives. Located within plain sight in one of Pau City's main precincts, the lab's function was to provide Isen a space to concoct a deadly virus that would wipe all life from Utapau indefinitely. Before Isen could unleash the deadly plague, Jedi Knight Cade Skywalker infiltrated the lab and cut Isen down, securing the toxin and saving the Pau'an race from extinction.

Pau'ans were rarely found on a world other than Utapau, owing mainly to the remoteness of their planet. However, one individual who did achieve notoriety was the Pau'an Darth Desolous, who served as a Jedi prior to his fall to the dark side, when he became a Sith. Born in approximately 3522 BBY, Desolous joined the Jedi Order before being expelled due to his violent tendencies. He turned to the dark side, returned to Utapau, and trained a number of Pau'ans in melee combat. Desolous and his army killed a number of Jedi before he was defeated and killed by the Jedi High Council at Yaga Minor. In another instance, Lar Le'Ung attained the rank of Master within the rebuilt Jedi Order by 25 ABY, only to die at the beginning of the bloody Yuuzhan Vong War.

Pau'ans that left Utapau could be found as aides to nobles and senators. Having Pau'an aides was seen as a status symbol, much like having Caamasi advisors. As the Pau'ans were skilled leaders, some were recruited by the Corporate Sector Authority to work as managers of corporations. At one point, so many Pau'ans were recruited by companies that the CSA had to intervene and force businesses to take only a limited number of Pau'ans to be managers. However, following the rise of the Empire, Pau'ans were mistreated, and the assistants who had formerly enjoyed pleasant, successful lives were mocked and used as slaves.

At least one Pau'an joined the Galactic Empire, serving as an interrogator. This particular Pau'an enjoyed torturing suspects, and would use torture to force them to divulge information. Around 0 ABY, he interrogated Princess Leia Organa, a member of the Rebel Alliance, in an effort to determine the identity of the pilot who had destroyed the Empire's Death Star superweapon. This individual was killed by the assassin X-7 before he could force any information from Organa.

They were bald and their head was striped with furrowed gray skin. Pau'ans weighed seventy kilograms on average. Pau'ans had large, sunken black eyes in red eye sockets and jagged, fang-like teeth used for tearing into raw meat, as they were carnivores. The species had pale, wrinkled skin, due to the fact that they lived in the sinkholes of Utapau, giving them limited access to light. These traits caused some to view them as frightening. However, Pau'ans as a society were generally friendly, and were happy to welcome guests to their often overlooked world. Pau'ans had long lifespans, living up to 700 years, much longer than the Utai, the other species native to Utapau. This earned them the nickname of "Ancients". Members of the species were able to see well in darkness. Pau'ans had five fingers and toes, but were more mobile than they appeared. They often wore elaborate clothes intended to heighten their impressive stature.

The average member of the sentient near-Human Pau'an, or Utapaun, as they were sometime called, species stood taller than a Human, at approximately 1.9 meters or 6.2 feet.

Pau'an age at the following stages:

1 - 16 Child

17 - 30 Young Adult

31 - 400 Adult

401 - 500 Middle Age

501 - 669 Old

Examples of Names: Timon Medon, Tion Medon, Lampay Fay.

Languages: Utapese was the language of the Pau'ans on the planet Utapau. Most Pau'ans spoke and were literate in both Utapese and Basic. The language once had several different dialects.

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pentechnics · 3 years

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Toppled Bread

Chapter 3 of Of Love and Time

Summary: Anxiety really isn't your friend -- but are you sure that's all you're feeling? At least, when it comes to the Mandalorian? Then again, nothing about him is sure in your mind. You tell your kids about an exciting event coming up.

Pairing: Din Djarin x fem!reader (no y/n)

Series Content: teacher/parent AU, fluff, slow burn, lots of pining, eventual mentions of past trauma (will tag in detail when the time comes), eventual depictions of violence (nothing explicit, no gore), eventual angst, Grogu is at the equivalent age of a human 4-year-old

Notes: Y'all I am so excited -- this is the first time I've actually created an outline for a story of mine?? And I can't wait to share what's to come with you all! Thank you for your wonderful words and continued interest in this fic! So much love to you all 😭❤️ I hope you enjoy this chapter!

Taglist under the cut -- let me know if you'd like to be added!

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“Next on the agenda, the field trip schedule for the rest of the semester. Let’s make sure no two classes are overlapping.”

You sat next to your fellow teachers as Gila and another administrator made their way through the agenda items for this week’s staff meeting. Just like your student body, the faculty you worked with was also very diverse; around you sat other humans as well as Utapauns, a Devaronian, Ugnauts, and a Bothan, to name a few.

The meeting had luckily begun with the less-than-intriguing topics -- a change in paper suppliers, weekly report from the nurse’s office, updates from the custodial staff -- and now they were getting into the two that excited you most: the field trip schedule and the upcoming Open House. Each class had the opportunity to go on a field trip once per semester, and to ensure that families didn’t get too anxious and staff didn’t get overbooked with too many students, only one class was permitted to be away from the school at any given time. As the two admins looked through the calendar projected behind them, Gila called your name.

“Looks like your class is scheduled for a trip in a couple weeks, where will you be going?”

“The zoo,” you said. “It’s one district over but I’ll be arranging a bus to take everyone together. I’ll also be sending out permission slips and requests for chaperones next week.”

“Great,” Gila smiled. “Just send over the invoices and slips once it’s all set up.”

You nodded and the group moved on to the rest of the schedule. The other classes were taking trips that ranged from the planetarium to the local park. You loved to think about what sort of lessons your colleagues would be teaching their students on those days. Astronomy and botany were definitely in the works for those particular classes, you thought. It made you all the more eager to begin teaching your students the wonders of the galaxy’s many different creatures.

When the meeting moved on to the Open House, you sat up straighter in your chair. Open House was one of your favorite events of the school year -- meeting more family members, giving the kids a chance to show off what they’ve been up to, and a chance for the families to spend time with each other as well. The atmosphere was always warm, light, almost enchanting. You guessed that was also just part of the appeal of being at school during the evening -- it’s a nice change of pace. And this year you got to help Gila put it together and contribute your own ideas for it. She asked you to join her at the front of the room.

“So this year it’ll be a bit different,” you began addressing the group, “only in the sense that each classroom will be picking a theme with which to decorate your classrooms.”

Intrigued murmurs came from your audience and Gila flashed a grin your way.

“This will hopefully encourage families to visit multiple classrooms and get to know more about the rest of our lovely faculty,”

Gila gestured to the group. “And hopefully families that still have anxiety about leaving their kids with us will be helped by knowing that we’re all here to help them, even if their child is not our student.”

A hand went up and you pointed towards your colleague.

“When is the Open House?”

“In a few weeks’ time,” you responded as you pointed to a date on the calendar behind you. “It’ll fall around the end of next month.”

Everyone nodded and began discussing what themes their students might want to use for their displays. You smiled as you looked around the room, your gut filling with warmth as you observed the pure passion pouring out of your coworkers.

When the meeting adjourned you stayed behind to help Gila tidy up the room.

“You seemed pretty excited about the Open House,” she said as she pushed in a stray chair.

“I am!” you grinned. “I’m looking forward to seeing the kids show their families what they’ve been doing.”

Gila let out a chuckle before changing the subject.

“So how’s the little green guy adjusting?”

Images of Grogu instantly filled your mind as you turned towards her.

“He’s doing great! It seems like he’s making friends and having a nice time.”

Thinking of Grogu also made you think of his father. Memories of your last check-in session with the Mandalorian -- the feeling of his body heat, the rough leather of his gloves on your skin, trying to find his eyes behind the beskar -- re-entered your mind and sent a shock-wave through your chest. You didn’t have to focus too hard for the sensations to return to you. In fact, your hands began to tingle where his fingers had been, even though it had been a full week since then. A full week since you saw that helmet and yet it felt as though you were looking right at it again-

“Hey!”

You gasped as your head jolted towards Gila. She must’ve been calling your name.

“I’m so sorry, I zoned out for a moment.” Heat rose to your cheeks as you tried to laugh off your internal crisis. “What were you saying?”

“I asked about the kid’s dad,” She walked up and leaned against the table next to you. “How’s that been going?”

Of course he’s also what she wants to talk about right now.

“Oh, you know,” you couldn’t look at her as you struggled to find words, “it’s been fine, just as any other new family integration would go.”

A pang of guilt ran through you. Not for leaving out how it was truly going in your mind, but for having something else going on there at all. He was a parent to one of your students. You were a professional. Why was your mind running so wild? You don’t even know this guy’s first name and yet he’s still stuck in your mind. It was getting ridiculous.

Thankfully the madness only seemed to exist in your mind, which meant it would blow over soon. The thought had you internally sighing in relief.

“That’s nice,” Gila said, a hint of curiosity in her tone.

“It’ll be nice for the other teachers and families to get to know him at the Open House. I think it’ll help the transition more.”

Gila nodded. “Yeah, okay.”

You furrowed your brow as she pushed off the table and made her way to the other side of the room. Something was off in the way she said that. Your heart pounded in your chest and your stomach began to churn as your mind flooded with thoughts -- did she notice something? Was she judging you? Did you say something wrong? Was she about to find you out and expose you? Even though there was technically nothing to find out?

“Seems to me it might take more than that based on how he acts whenever he comes to pick up the kid.”

Relief crashed over you so quickly, it was almost painful. The beads of sweat that had collected on your brow ran cold as you took in a deep breath. You wiped them away and went back to pushing in chairs.

~~~

Weekends were always a weird time.

They were supposed to be relaxing, a welcomed reprieve after a busy week of working. Sure, on occasion you’d maybe bake some sweets or grab lunch with a friend, but more often than not your weekends were spent missing the week. Your little house felt so empty without the pleasant ruckus that came with running a classroom. You missed hearing your kiddos laughing together or singing along to the Basic alphabet. Seeing their smiling faces when they write down a difficult word for the first time or finally solve that math problem they couldn’t figure out the week before. It was hard to know what to do with yourself when you couldn’t be with them.

One thing you usually tried to do to keep busy was catch up on household chores: cleaning, cooking, restocking, nothing fancy. This particular Saturday found you at the grocery store to replenish your fridge. It was a warmer day, and you were grateful for the opportunity to wear something that wasn’t part of your usual teacher ensemble -- in particular, your favorite t-shirt dress. The hem was just a little too short for you to be fully comfortable wearing it to school, but it was definitely one of your favorite things you owned.

The air conditioned breeze whisked against your bare legs as you entered the store. You appreciated that it was cool indoors given the heat outside, but the change in temperature still sent a wave of discomfort through your body. You rubbed at the goosebumps on your arm as you checked the grocery list written in your comm: the first item was bread.

The store was busy -- as was expected for a nice Saturday like this one. People with cartfuls of groceries weaved their way around each other, or parked themselves in the very middle of a walkway in some cases. You maneuvered your way to the bread aisle, empty basket bumping against your hip with each step, and scanned the shelves for the one you wanted. You found it wedged behind some other loaves and went to move them around in an attempt to dislodge it.

But that just made several loaves fall unceremoniously to your feet.

You flailed your arms in an attempt to catch them and cursed under your breath when they slipped from your grasp. Heat engulfed your face and your stomach painfully flipped on itself as you knelt down to pick them up. Multiple pairs of eyes burned into you from above and your hands began to tremble.

You were moving so quickly, shoving loaf after loaf of packaged bread onto the shelf with no attempt to keep them organized, that you almost didn’t notice when your hand grabbed leather instead of plastic. Your eyes widened as you saw your hand atop a gloved one and looked up to find a faceful of a familiar beskar helmet. He tilted his head at you.

“Need a hand, Miss?”

Your mouth opened and shut a few times as you tried to get yourself to speak, words falling flat before making it up from your lungs. Hearing your students call you that was one thing, but hearing the Mandalorian call you ‘Miss’ was another thing entirely. You swallowed the lump forming in your throat and slowly retracted your hand.

You never expected the next time you saw the Mandalorian to be outside of school. Your eyes followed his hand as he placed the loaf back on the shelf and held the last one -- your original desired loaf of bread -- out to you. You took it into your hands as you both stood. Your cheeks were still burning from the embarrassment of the scene but now it was getting worse as you found yourself struggling to regain your ability to speak.

“Uh, thank you,” you finally choked out. “That was very kind of you to do.”

“Don’t mention it,” he said with a shake of his hand. “Did I shock you?”

“What?” you asked far too quickly. “No, not at all.”

He tilted his head. Even without knowing what his expression held under the helmet, you could tell by his stance that he wasn’t fully convinced.

“It’s just that…” your mind blanked as you wondered where you were going with this.

He stood and waited for you to finish, hands slowly coming to rest on his belt. You cleared your throat and straightened up.

“I guess I’m just used to my students calling me ‘Miss.’ I don’t think I’ve heard a parent use it before.”

His hands came back down to his sides. “... Was that okay?”

“Yes,” you nodded right away. “You can call me whatever you’d like. It was just unexpected, along with running into you here in general.”

You managed a smile and cleared your throat as you tried to steady your breathing.

“So, you out for a bit of shopping?”

You wanted to smack your forehead. Why else would he be at a grocery store, silly?

He nodded. “We needed a few things, plus it’s a nice excuse to get Grogu a little tired.”

You couldn’t help giggling. You thought you heard a little chuckle escape his lips, but weren’t sure.

“Otherwise, he’d be running around the house for hours.”

“It’s amazing how much energy kids have at that age,” you replied as you stuck the loaf of bread that had just been awkwardly sitting in your hands into your basket.

The Mandalorian nodded. “If one’s a handful, I can only imagine a whole roomful.”

That got you to genuinely smile. His helmet tilted just a bit.

“They can be a little much at times, yes,” you said through breathy laughs, “but I honestly love it. Their energy gives me energy.”

He gave you a slow nod. Even though you couldn’t see any physical change in his expression, it felt like he was suddenly studying you. Like something you’d said interested him, or maybe confused him. Instead of faltering under his scrutinizing gaze you tried to take a closer look at him as well -- still fully clad in his armor, with the addition of a brown crossbody bag that held his groceries. Another thing to add to your mental list of things you wouldn’t have guessed about this man: he brings his own grocery bag. You weren’t sure why you found that to be so cute.

He suddenly turned around. You followed his line of sight and saw Grogu waddling up to you both, a sippy cup clenched in his tiny hands. His mouth fell open and his big, brown eyes widened upon landing on you.

“It’s Miss!”

You smiled at him. “Hey, buddy!”

“What is Miss doing here? I thought you were at school!” He asked the question so earnestly, it made your heart melt. The Mandalorian lowered his helmet at him.

“Grogu…”

“It’s fine,” you said lightly, hand coming to rest on his forearm. “Most kids believe their teacher lives in the classroom all the time.”

His attention snapped back to you, visor looking between your face and your hand. You removed it after a moment, just before the embarrassment of doing it at all could settle in, and knelt down to Grogu.

“I’m here shopping, just like you! I have a secret for you bud, are you ready?”

Grogu eagerly nodded, his hold on the sippy cup tightening in anticipation.

“Okay,” you leaned in and cupped your mouth with your free hand, eyes darting around as if looking for eavesdroppers. “I don’t actually live at the school.”

Grogu’s jaw dropped once more. “Whaaat?”

You wanted to cry, he was too cute. You nodded.

“That’s right, I have my own house and everything! After you all go home, I stay for a little bit but then I go home too!”

You didn’t think Grogu’s eyes could stretch any wider. You were pretty sure you just blew his little mind.

“Our secret, yeah?”

“Yeah!” He shouted as he did a little hop. He held out his pinkie to you.

“Pinkie promise!”

A little gasp escaped you at his gesture. You wrapped your pinkie around his and shook it.

“That’s right, bud. Pinkie promise.”

You turned back to the Mandalorian, who was just watching the interaction with that intense glare of his. Something about it made your throat dry out. You stood back up and put on a smile. His visor followed you.

“Well,” you mentally cursed at the crack in your voice. “I don’t want to keep you, but it was so nice seeing you both.”

“Likewise.” he said with a nod. His tone was soft. You wished it hadn’t made your heart flutter the way it did.

You turned down to Grogu. “I’ll see you on Monday, bud!”

Grogu nodded.

“And we’re still on for Wednesday?”

You looked up with raised brows upon hearing the Mandalorian’s voice. You scolded yourself for reading his tone as anything other than what it was. Wednesday was just your next check-in session. Nothing more, silly brain.

“Y-yes,” you cleared your throat. “Absolutely.”

“Good,” came his short reply.

“I’ll uh…” his helmet looked anywhere but your face. “… I’ll see you then... Miss.”

Was that- did his voice shake a little? Maybe you imagined it. The term sounded experimental, like he wasn’t quite certain about using it. You tilted your head with a smile as he turned and walked down the aisle, motioning for Grogu to follow him.

“Bye bye, Miss!” Grogu called as he trotted after his father.

You waved at him and stared after the two of them as you took in a deep breath. Multiple emotions whirled through you: remnants of your embarrassment from dropping the bread, happiness from the look on Grogu’s face while you spoke with him, and then whatever it was that the Mandalorian managed to stir within you whenever he fixed you with that gaze. Intimidation? Curiosity? Neither of those sounded completely accurate, but you didn’t know what else to call it. It simultaneously filled your gut with warmth and made your head spin.

Kriff, why did your heart have to run ten marathons just to get a loaf of bread? You looked down at the list in your comm with a sigh. You hoped getting eggs wouldn’t be as intense.

~~~

“Alrighty everyone, this is important to remember!”

Fourteen pairs of eyes focused on you and the yellow slip of paper in your hands.

“This is a permission slip. I want to take you all on a field trip, but first your families have to say it’s okay for you to go. So I’m going to give each of you one of these, and you’ll take it home for someone to read and sign for you. And then you need to bring it back to me by next Monday, okay?”

A collective “Yes, Miss!” was quickly followed by several excited murmurs about the trip. You smiled as you clapped twice. Their attention was caught by you once again as they clapped three times back at you.

“Would you all like to know where we’re going?”

“Yes!” came the enthusiastic reply.

You spent the afternoon telling the students about the zoo and what sort of creatures they’d be able to see there. You finished off the day with a story about a Tusken and his trusted Bantha who lived on Tatooine, which had everyone fully enthralled and all the more eager to learn about different creatures.

As the kids gathered their things at the end of the day you made sure each one of them received a permission slip before walking them to the gate for your daily farewell ritual. You tried to not let your eyes go where they wanted to go when you reached the front gate -- directly to the Mandalorian, standing at his usual spot in the middle of the courtyard.

Tried, being the operative word. You definitely failed.

You gave him a quick smile to avoid any awkwardness before kneeling at the gateway to address the kids. After his thirteen classmates had chosen their handshake, hug, or high-hand and the crowd in the courtyard grew smaller, Grogu walked up to you for his turn, permission slip still dangling in one of his hands.

“Well, bud,” you grinned, “what are we doing today?”

He smiled as he held up his free hand for a high-hand. You happily offered yours to him, then watched him run off towards the Mandalorian. You stood and waited as you usually did. Grogu immediately gave his father the slip and seemed to be explaining it. You smiled at his excitement. But you did not expect to see the Mandalorian strut up to you, permission slip in hand, with a similar type of valor.

“This field trip,” he started, standing just a bit closer than you were used to, “will you be going with them?”

Your sight was completely taken up by his helmet. You attempted to squash the butterflies growing in your stomach as you replied.

“Yes, I will definitely be accompanying them.”

He looked down at the slip.

“This says guardians can chaperone.”

“Yes,” you smiled. “Sometimes guardians like to come along on the field trips as well. They’ll be helping me look after the kids and make sure things run smoothly-”

“I’d like to chaperone.”

Your lips parted just a bit. Another unexpected turn from him; he seemed to be filled with them.

“That’s wonderful! All you need to do is check this little box when you sign the form for Grogu…”

You stepped in to point it out for him without thinking through what that would entail. Because now you were close enough to smell an aroma coming from him -- an abrasive scent of oil filled your nose followed by something nicer, more fresh. A cologne of some kind? It was… nice.

Kriff, your mind needed to shut up.

“... and when he returns it, I can add you to the list.” You quickly finished as you stepped away.

“Okay,” he nodded. But he did not move from his spot. You glanced at Grogu, who seemed just as confused as you did, then saw the Mandalorian tilt his helmet towards the pen in your shirt pocket. A moment passed before it dawned on you. You bit back a giggle and turned back to the Mandalorian.

“Would you like to sign it now?”

He immediately nodded. You didn’t hide your smile as you reached into your pocket for the pen and handed it to him.

“We can head into the classroom if you’d like a hard surface to write on-”

“No need.”

He placed the permission slip on the underside of his left gauntlet and scribbled his signature, along with checking the box before handing it and the pen back to you. You bit your lip to keep your chuckle from escaping, though you were failing once again. He tilted his head.

“Oh, I just thought that was very resourceful,” you started, taking his tilt as a question. “And I think it’s sweet that you’re so eager to join us.”

He straightened up. A little sense of pride filled you at the thought of your words having an effect on him for once. He looked down to a giddy Grogu and scooped him up into his arms.

“Are you excited that your dad’s coming to the zoo with us, Grogu?”

“Yeah!” He cheered from his perch on the Mandalorian’s hip. “Zoo with Papa and Miss is gonna be the best!”

The Mandalorian’s head darted to his child. Your smile was almost painful as it stretched across your reddening cheeks.

“So,” he cleared his throat, voice slightly cracking. Warmth filled your gut as he shifted his weight and pointed at you, clearly trying to avoid any more comments from you or Grogu about his recent behavior.

“Wednesday?”

You let him derail and nodded with another chuckle.

“Yes, Wednesday.”

He nodded and turned to walk away.

“Until then… Miss.”

There it was again. Still hesitant, but nonetheless a shiver ran down your spine.

Just when you thought you had a leg up on him.

~~~

You were catching up on some work a couple hours later when a message popped up on your data pad. You opened it up and resented the fluttering feeling in your stomach when you realized it was from the Mandalorian.

What is the date of the field trip

You laughed. Had he not looked at that before giving the permission slip back to you? Another message came through as if he was reading your mind.

I’m afraid I missed it. Need to make sure I can get that day off work

You shook your head and sent him the date. You continued to laugh as you pictured him coming home with Grogu and arranging for the trip only to realize he hadn’t looked at the date. It was so damn cute.

You looked up from your data pad and leaned back into your chair with a frustrated frown. Did you seriously just call him cute in your head?

~~~

You heard a ping from your comm as you put away your freshly washed dishes the next night.

‘Hey, it’s been a while!’ the message read.‘Would love to catch up soon.’

Your brow shot up. It really had been a while since you heard from Tey. Years, in fact. You didn’t even know she’d returned to the planet since leaving all that time ago. Even though you two were great friends, you still felt an almost painful tension in your stomach at the thought of seeing her again.

‘That sounds great,’ you typed despite it. ‘I’m pretty booked for the next month though, maybe we reconnect then?’

She responded with a simple thumbs up.

And there it was -- it was a perfectly acceptable way to respond to a message, but it still left a bitter taste in your mouth. She wasn’t very expressive in general and this was an example of that. You were the opposite, and that sometimes made your friendship tricky to navigate. You hated that it tainted some of your memories of her, but it reminded you of things you didn’t want to remember.

Your thoughts wandered to the Mandalorian. He didn’t say much either, but he didn’t really need to. The more time you spend with him the more you’ve picked up on his little gestures, and you found yourself appreciating them. So far you could confidently tell when a specific head tilt meant he was asking a question, though even then you really had to rely on context. But that still made you feel better than you ever had with Tey.

But perhaps you were just getting lucky with that -- based on your conversation with Gila after last week’s staff meeting, it seemed like other folks still saw the Mandalorian as a stoic, unapproachable statue, much like you did when you first saw him. It astounded you how much that image had changed over these past few weeks.

You felt a tingle run through your veins. A sudden nervousness pooled in your gut as a million thoughts began to race in your mind. Was it really just luck? What else would it be, right? You were just seeing more of him because you teach his child, and he checked in with you about that each week. You wished your mind would quit derailing when it came to that man. You sighed and set the comm down on the counter.

You’d be fine, you thought. You were sure of it.

***

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theladyofmanyfandomsfanfiction · 3 years

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Bounty Hunter, Badass, Baby

Pairing: Mando x Reader

Warnings: None.

Summary: On the search for other Mandalorian, you and Mando stop over at a cantina where you cause a bit of a stir.

You and Mando had been seated in a booth at the local cantina. Your order had just been brought over ‘Blue Milk Pancakes’ and some ‘Baked Dru’un Slices in Fish Sauce’ for the kid when you heard something from a few tables away.

“And then the Mandalorians took them all out.”

The bounty hunter who sat opposite tensed up - he heard it too.

Without a second to spare, he stood from the booth and lifted the child to sit in his satchel once more. Despite the low grumble in your stomach, you knew that pursing this conversation was more important. You followed Mando to a booth where there were six individuals playing a game of sabaac - a Twi’lek, two Gungans, a Utapaun, an Arcona and a droid.

Mando approached the table, his heavy steps announcing his entrance. “The Mandalorian you speak of, where are they?” He asked.

The Utapaun snickered and the Twi’lek glanced briefly at the spectators, “It’s fifty credits to the pool if you want to know.”

You never liked the idea of bartering money for information but these were desperate times. Mando reached into a pocket and pulled out the exact amount, placing them on the table with a heavy hand. He stared at the Twi’lek, waiting for the answer but the creature merely moved the money from the side of the table to the centre taking his precious time before speaking again.

“The Mandalorian isn’t on this planet.” The Twi’lek laughed while his companions jeered.

“Then where are they?”

“Fifty credits.”

You frowned at the demand and you were certain that Mando was doing the same.

“I just gave it to you and you told me nothing of value.” Mando argued back.

“If you want your valuable information, you’ll cough up another fifty credits.”

You didn’t walk across the rocky terrain with a hungry and temperamental child to miss lunch and have your money swindled by a bunch of drunks.

You noticed Mando clench his fist from the corner of your eye and knew that he was contemplating throwing the creature into the wall. With stiff movements, the Mandalorian unfastened a smaller satchel on his belt before tossing it onto the table, coins rattling inside.

One of the Gungans gave a pitched laugh, reaching across to add the credits to the betting pool. His fingers were just shy of the bag when a silver dagger dove into the table. The close encounter had the creature jump backwards and retract his arm, scowling at you, who held the hilt of the blade.

“You-sa not friendly.” He accused.

You quirked a brow at him, “I’m really not.” You leaned forward and eyed each of the players carefully. “We asked you a question. Where did you see Mandalorian?”

The Arcona chittered while the Twi’lek scoffed carelessly, shuffling his cards, “And I said it’ll cost ‘ya. No credit, no location - those are my terms.”

They weren’t the only ones who could play hardball.

You pursed your lips with a hum and stood back up, seemingly resigned to their rules. But in one swift move, you pulled out the dagger from the table and stepped behind the scheming Twi’lek, jerking his head back and to press the cool metal against the creatures throat.

“And here are my terms - we’re not paying.”

The cantina fell to a standstill. Voices were hushed, some looked on while others averted their gaze to their meals or a wall. Even Mando hadn’t dared to move.

“Okay - okay! I don’t know where they are! I just heard that an Abyssin might have information.”

You tugged on his head, “Name.”

“I don’t - wait, it was Gor Koresh.” The Twi’lek confessed, speaking quickly so he could get out of the uncomfortable grip. He attempted to wiggle away but you pressed the blade tip more firmly to assert dominance in the situation, effectively stopping the action.

You looked up at the bounty hunter waiting for whether he deemed the name to be sufficient. Mando nodded.

You let the Twi’lek go instantly, flipping the knife over in your hand and tapping his shoulder with the hilt as you moved back to the Mandalorian’s side. “Now that wasn’t so hard, was it?”

As you backed off, the cantina slowly resumed business once more, some patrons muttering amongst themselves. Paying them no heed, you and Mando (with the still-concealed child) moved towards the exit, leaving the bar with a cool air around them. Now with a heading, you discussed next steps while walking towards the Razor Crest when you heard a muffled noise.

Suddenly, there was a shove from behind. The force was so strong that you stumbled forward, lost your footing and hit the rocky ground. A groan escaped when several jagged stones dug into your exposed skin. There was a scuffle of feet from above as if more people approached and Mando’s boots came into view.

“Are you okay?” You heard him ask as you rose once more.

With a scowl, you turned around, eyes laying on the Twi’lek, Utapaun and droid from the cantina. A Gungan was present too but he seemed to have been forced along with the way his eyes darted back to the cantina nervously.

Clearly, they didn’t like the idea of being embarrassed. The trio had clenched fists, readying themselves for a brawl.

As if on the same wavelength both you and the Mandalorian let out a disappointed sigh.

“Do you want help?” The beskar-plated hunter wondered.

You shook your head, “I started this,” you acknowledged, pulling out a two flat discs from your belt. “I’ll finish it.”

Flicking your wrists out, you launched the discs at the droid where they landed at its feet. The circular items flashed red twice before emitting an electrical current which shorted out its circuits in a matter of seconds. With the droid crumpled in a heap, you walked forward with an air of calmness as the remaining two creatures charged forward, fists raised.

The Utapaun swiped first but you ducked effortlessly and kicked his legs out from under him. Then you spun around and caught the Twi’lek’s wrist before his knuckles met your face. With a tight grip, you diverted his attack to the side before forcing his arm behind his back and pressing hard until there was a pop from his shoulder.

The Twi’lek growled and bent forward, throwing you over but you used the momentum to your advantage and cartwheeled, landing upright once more. You raised an elbow and knocked the Twi’lek in the jaw sending him an additional shock of pain and down to the ground in resignation. The Utapaun wrapped his arms around your body and squeezed from behind in an attempt to crush your bones.

You threw your head back and smacked him in the mouth. When the Utapaun’s hold loosened you slid out and then jumped over to wrap your legs around his neck. You activated the tasers on your bracelet and sent a jolt of electricity into the creatures neck. The Utapaun cried out in pain, struggling to get you away but he ultimately failed and passed out.

You withdrew the attack and jumped off his shoulders before he joined the Twi’lek. You stood up and dusted your pants to loosen the smaller stones, letting them fall back to their environment.

There was a crunch from behind and you whipped your head back - the Gungan stood there frightened beyond compare.

Cocking your head, you pursed your lips at the creature, “Problem?”

The simple question struck fear through the Naboo native and he bolted off, leaving his associates in the dust.

You smirked at the victory and turned back to where your friend stood with the child.

“That has to be the fastest I’ve pissed someone off right?”

The baby cooed as if in agreement while his father-figure exhaled, “While I appreciate the help - next time, try to keep a low profile.”

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mbpokemonrulez · 3 years

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Toppled Bread

Chapter 3 of Of Love and Time

Pairing: Din Djarin x fem!reader (no y/n)

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Chapter 2

“Next on the agenda, the field trip schedule for the rest of the semester. Let’s make sure no two classes are overlapping.”

“Looks like your class is scheduled for a trip in a couple weeks, where will you be going?”

“The zoo,” you said. “It’s one district over but I’ll be arranging a bus to take everyone together. I’ll also be sending out permission slips and requests for chaperones next week.”

“Great,” Gila smiled. “Just send over the invoices and slips once it’s all set up.”

“So this year it’ll be a bit different,” you began addressing the group, “only in the sense that each classroom will be picking a theme with which to decorate your classrooms.”

Intrigued murmurs came from your audience and Gila flashed a grin your way.

“This will hopefully encourage families to visit multiple classrooms and get to know more about the rest of our lovely faculty,”

A hand went up and you pointed towards your colleague.

“When is the Open House?”

“In a few weeks’ time,” you responded as you pointed to a date on the calendar behind you. “It’ll fall around the end of next month.”

When the meeting adjourned you stayed behind to help Gila tidy up the room.

“You seemed pretty excited about the Open House,” she said as she pushed in a stray chair.

“I am!” you grinned. “I’m looking forward to seeing the kids show their families what they’ve been doing.”

Gila let out a chuckle before changing the subject.

“So how’s the little green guy adjusting?”

Images of Grogu instantly filled your mind as you turned towards her.

“He’s doing great! It seems like he’s making friends and having a nice time.”

“Hey!”

You gasped as your head jolted towards Gila. She must’ve been calling your name.

“I’m so sorry, I zoned out for a moment.” Heat rose to your cheeks as you tried to laugh off your internal crisis. “What were you saying?”

“I asked about the kid’s dad,” She walked up and leaned against the table next to you. “How’s that been going?”

Of course he’s also what she wants to talk about right now.

“Oh, you know,” you couldn’t look at her as you struggled to find words, “it’s been fine, just as any other new family integration would go.”

Thankfully the madness only seemed to exist in your mind, which meant it would blow over soon. The thought had you internally sighing in relief.

“That’s nice,” Gila said, a hint of curiosity in her tone.

“It’ll be nice for the other teachers and families to get to know him at the Open House. I think it’ll help the transition more.”

Gila nodded. “Yeah, okay.”

“Seems to me it might take more than that based on how he acts whenever he comes to pick up the kid.”

~~~

Weekends were always a weird time.

But that just made several loaves fall unceremoniously to your feet.

“Need a hand, Miss?”

“Uh, thank you,” you finally choked out. “That was very kind of you to do.”

“Don’t mention it,” he said with a shake of his hand. “Did I shock you?”

“What?” you asked far too quickly. “No, not at all.”

He tilted his head. Even without knowing what his expression held under the helmet, you could tell by his stance that he wasn’t fully convinced.

“It’s just that…” your mind blanked as you wondered where you were going with this.

He stood and waited for you to finish, hands slowly coming to rest on his belt. You cleared your throat and straightened up.

“I guess I’m just used to my students calling me ‘Miss.’ I don’t think I’ve heard a parent use it before.”

His hands came back down to his sides. “... Was that okay?”

“Yes,” you nodded right away. “You can call me whatever you’d like. It was just unexpected, along with running into you here in general.”

You managed a smile and cleared your throat as you tried to steady your breathing.

“So, you out for a bit of shopping?”

You wanted to smack your forehead. Why else would he be at a grocery store, silly?

He nodded. “We needed a few things, plus it’s a nice excuse to get Grogu a little tired.”

You couldn’t help giggling. You thought you heard a little chuckle escape his lips, but weren’t sure.

“Otherwise, he’d be running around the house for hours.”

“It’s amazing how much energy kids have at that age,” you replied as you stuck the loaf of bread that had just been awkwardly sitting in your hands into your basket.

The Mandalorian nodded. “If one’s a handful, I can only imagine a whole roomful.”

That got you to genuinely smile. His helmet tilted just a bit.

“They can be a little much at times, yes,” you said through breathy laughs, “but I honestly love it. Their energy gives me energy.”

“It’s Miss!”

You smiled at him. “Hey, buddy!”

“What is Miss doing here? I thought you were at school!” He asked the question so earnestly, it made your heart melt. The Mandalorian lowered his helmet at him.

“Grogu…”

“It’s fine,” you said lightly, hand coming to rest on his forearm. “Most kids believe their teacher lives in the classroom all the time.”

“I’m here shopping, just like you! I have a secret for you bud, are you ready?”

Grogu eagerly nodded, his hold on the sippy cup tightening in anticipation.

“Okay,” you leaned in and cupped your mouth with your free hand, eyes darting around as if looking for eavesdroppers. “I don’t actually live at the school.”

Grogu’s jaw dropped once more. “Whaaat?”

You wanted to cry, he was too cute. You nodded.

“That’s right, I have my own house and everything! After you all go home, I stay for a little bit but then I go home too!”

You didn’t think Grogu’s eyes could stretch any wider. You were pretty sure you just blew his little mind.

“Our secret, yeah?”

“Yeah!” He shouted as he did a little hop. He held out his pinkie to you.

“Pinkie promise!”

A little gasp escaped you at his gesture. You wrapped your pinkie around his and shook it.

“That’s right, bud. Pinkie promise.”

“Well,” you mentally cursed at the crack in your voice. “I don’t want to keep you, but it was so nice seeing you both.”

“Likewise.” he said with a nod. His tone was soft. You wished it hadn’t made your heart flutter the way it did.

You turned down to Grogu. “I’ll see you on Monday, bud!”

Grogu nodded.

“And we’re still on for Wednesday?”

“Y-yes,” you cleared your throat. “Absolutely.”

“Good,” came his short reply.

“I’ll uh…” his helmet looked anywhere but your face. “… I’ll see you then... Miss.”

“Bye bye, Miss!” Grogu called as he trotted after his father.

Kriff, why did your heart have to run ten marathons just to get a loaf of bread? You looked down at the list in your comm with a sigh. You hoped getting eggs wouldn’t be as intense.

~~~

“Alrighty everyone, this is important to remember!”

Fourteen pairs of eyes focused on you and the yellow slip of paper in your hands.

“Would you all like to know where we’re going?”

“Yes!” came the enthusiastic reply.

Tried, being the operative word. You definitely failed.

“Well, bud,” you grinned, “what are we doing today?”

“This field trip,” he started, standing just a bit closer than you were used to, “will you be going with them?”

Your sight was completely taken up by his helmet. You attempted to squash the butterflies growing in your stomach as you replied.

“Yes, I will definitely be accompanying them.”

He looked down at the slip.

“This says guardians can chaperone.”

“Yes,” you smiled. “Sometimes guardians like to come along on the field trips as well. They’ll be helping me look after the kids and make sure things run smoothly-”

“I’d like to chaperone.”

Your lips parted just a bit. Another unexpected turn from him; he seemed to be filled with them.

“That’s wonderful! All you need to do is check this little box when you sign the form for Grogu…”

Kriff, your mind needed to shut up.

“... and when he returns it, I can add you to the list.” You quickly finished as you stepped away.

“Would you like to sign it now?”

He immediately nodded. You didn’t hide your smile as you reached into your pocket for the pen and handed it to him.

“We can head into the classroom if you’d like a hard surface to write on-”

“No need.”

“Oh, I just thought that was very resourceful,” you started, taking his tilt as a question. “And I think it’s sweet that you’re so eager to join us.”

He straightened up. A little sense of pride filled you at the thought of your words having an effect on him for once. He looked down to a giddy Grogu and scooped him up into his arms.

“Are you excited that your dad’s coming to the zoo with us, Grogu?”

“Yeah!” He cheered from his perch on the Mandalorian’s hip. “Zoo with Papa and Miss is gonna be the best!”

The Mandalorian’s head darted to his child. Your smile was almost painful as it stretched across your reddening cheeks.

“Wednesday?”

You let him derail and nodded with another chuckle.

“Yes, Wednesday.”

He nodded and turned to walk away.

“Until then… Miss.”

There it was again. Still hesitant, but nonetheless a shiver ran down your spine.

Just when you thought you had a leg up on him.

~~~

What is the date of the field trip

You laughed. Had he not looked at that before giving the permission slip back to you? Another message came through as if he was reading your mind.

I’m afraid I missed it. Need to make sure I can get that day off work

You looked up from your data pad and leaned back into your chair with a frustrated frown. Did you seriously just call him cute in your head?

~~~

You heard a ping from your comm as you put away your freshly washed dishes the next night.

‘Hey, it’s been a while!’ the message read.‘Would love to catch up soon.’

‘That sounds great,’ you typed despite it. ‘I’m pretty booked for the next month though, maybe we reconnect then?’

She responded with a simple thumbs up.

You’d be fine, you thought. You were sure of it.

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#din djarin x reader #the mandalorian #mandalorian fanfic #din djarin #din djarin x you #the mandalorian fanfic #slow burn #mando x you #fluff #of love and time #my writing #this one was a fun one to write!#y'all arent ready for ch 4 tho omg #it's gonna be GOOOD

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pileofsith · 3 months

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Part Eleven - Boy Page 5/8

He's super looking forward to it. Note: text in angle brackets is speech in Utapaun language. The comic is also available here on AO3.

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#nameless comic #grand inquisitor #pau'an inquisitor #tion medon #jen june #oh golly wow a real live Jedi #he would indeed like to see that just... not for the altruistic reasons his companions here might assume #I like the pages where he gets to be a little shit and do the comedic cartoon thing where the villain has a blatantly evil expression #but everyone takes his fake kind words at face value like 'what a nice guy'

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wookieejamcrew · 1 year

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getting this in before the new trailer and release date are reported to drop on 12/08 for the game awards:

a buddy of mine over on twitter called that the b1 droids on the black series box art are repainted as to imply they are under new ownership/programming, more specifically the pau'an senator's. it makes sense! they'd be abandoned and purposeless after the battle of utapau.

then i remembered the kenner box art from celebration anahiem and lo! it does look like utapaun terrain back there

the trailer from celebration is purposefully implicit, unless you are me and have a 328mb reference folder on utapau, then you look at this and are certain that is a sinkhole

in summary: utapau in jedi survivor q1 2023, utapaun energy infrastructure collapse q1 2023, pau'an political sellouts q1 2023 :)

#utapau #jedi survivor #if i am wrong i will leave all future speculation to inattentive youtubers #(that is a joke)#pau'an

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grumpyhedgehogs · 3 years

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Summary: Cody is Kote. Kote is glory. Cody is glory. Part 5 and final part of the “scraps” series. AO3. Part 1, Part 2, Part 3, Part 4.

Warnings: canon-typical violence, canonical character death, blood, open ending.

The Death Star is as clinically detached as he has ever seen it. CC-2224 was only stationed here for a short stint; Obi-Wan Kenobi and Luke Skywalker and their friends came along not long after and saw to that. Cody wonders idly, waiting for the doors to another set of stark corridors to open for him, if the soldier he was would have had any opinions of the place by now. The ship--if it can be called such--has been around for months, destroying planets and menacing others for the fun of it.

But Cody knows CC-2224 wouldn’t have any thoughts on the Death Star. Puppets don’t think. ( At least, Cody thinks bitterly, not the ones who don’t have Sith powers at their beck and call. )

He has to get back on track. Cody enters another corridor, walks down it with his steps measured carefully, not too slow, not too fast. He’s sweating all over, dampness coating the inside of his blacks. This place crawls with disquiet; the very air is different here, void of life. But he has to keep on track. There are no mobile weapons Cody can steal for the Resistance, but he has managed to transfer some electronic files to a datachip from a terminal. Knocking out the guard on duty and stuffing him in a supply closet was actually fairly easy. Cody’s not sure what information he has now but he’d rather it be in his hands than on the Death Star.

There are a few prison cells on the Death Star; he remembers helping escort the princess of Alderaan to one. The path is familiar, his feet leading him while Cody’s head is stuck in the past. How many others has he brought here? Not many, not on this ship, but on others. Oh, on others. How many defeated Jedi struggled in his grip as he brought them to Vader?

Sweat drips into Cody’s eyes under his bucket. The stormtrooper helmet has less insulation than clone armor did, but they also don’t regulate air intake as well. The robe and his insignia are hidden under the crisp white cape he’d taken off the unconscious guard. The Empire does so like their pageantry. He wishes he could rub his fingertips over the robe’s rough weave, like he’s taken to doing to seek some comfort; but it’s important that Cody doesn’t make any sudden moves. He took out the security guards in one of the observation rooms but he’s not sure how many observation decks this place has. He must stay on track. He must be fast.

The keycode to the prison cells is hard to punch in, his hands shake so much. He could hear Wolffe in the back of his head telling him to pull himself together. Fox would be ashamed of Cody letting his nerves get the best of him. Cody sucks in a breath, lets it out, and enters the universal override code. The doors are too loud as they slide open; Cody grinds his teeth down hard and suppresses a frustrated noise.

It takes a moment before any movement comes from the cells. Cody doesn’t blame the prisoners; they’re probably expecting Vader, or a trick. But he doesn’t have time for this. “If you want to leave here alive,” he chances calling out, “you’ll get up and come with me. Now.”

Perhaps the wrong thing to say to trauma victims. Cody doesn’t have time.

(“You catch more flies with honey, dear heart,” Obi-Wan says in his head. Cody grinds his teeth again.)

A Twi’lek man steps tentatively out of the fourth cell on the left. A Clawdite woman comes from the third cell on the right. When an Utapaun and a Togruta join them in the corridor Cody thinks he may be sick in his helmet. (“Steady,” Obi-Wan would tell him, gently, kindly. “No use fretting over the past now. One step at a time, Cody.”)

Four prisoners and a datachip of information Cody isn’t sure is worth the trip. This is how effective Cody is now. He shakes himself from his wallowing and gathers the prisoners. “I’m from the Resistance,” Cody tells them. These days it almost feels like the truth; it’s better when Rex is there with him. “I’m here to rescue you. We need to be quick, and as stealthy as we can be.” The Twi’lek is limping. The Utapaun is a foot taller than everyone else. They’re going to be fairly obvious. Cody wishes he’d had the foresight to reprogram one of the droid guards to take with him. He’s not going to be much cover by himself.

“How will we get off the ship?” The Togruta speaks up, her voice hushed, strained. There are old bloodstains on her tunic. Cody pulls a few packs of bacta from his kit and passes them to her thoughtlessly.

“Security had the logs of every escape shuttle on the Death Star. We’ll take them at around the same time, they can't go after all of us; each pod only takes two people, three if we squeeze. Here,” and he projects the map of their route using the comm installed in his vambraces, a gift from the Rebellion’s quartermaster, “this is our path. If we get separated, memorize this and run .” Cody points at the Utapaun and the Twi’lek. “You and you, you’re going to be the most obvious; we’ll let the others go first, then you. I can carry you if I have to, but if you can run through the limp it’ll leave my hands free for shooting.”

“I can do it.” The man nods, eyes wide in his face. The Utapaun shakes his head before he stoops, loops the man’s arm around his shoulders, and lifts him into his arms. When he meets the visor of Cody’s helmet, he shrugs, shifts the Twi’lek’s weight, and nods for the others to lead on.

“I’ll bring up the rear and draw their fire. Let’s move.”

Cody shows them how to stick close to the walls, to clear the corners. The Clawdite palms the extra blaster he passes to her deftly and takes the lead. The Togruta sticks close behind her as they move swiftly ahead of the group.

“You’ll be slow carrying him all the way.” Cody checks another corner and pulls them up short as a couple troopers pass by. The other prisoners hide around the opposite corner until the guards are out of sight, then dart onwards. Cody ushers the men ahead of him and hurries behind, shooting a searching glance over his shoulder.

“I work manual labor on cargo ships.” The Utapaun says. He barely sounds out of breath. “I have him.”

That works for Cody.

Something pulls at Cody’s attention when they pass through another corridor. He ignores the tingle going up his spine, the niggling in his brain. They’re close to the finish line. A minute more before the guards he knocked out are found, maybe less. Just another level before they reach the pods, and the elevator is right there at the end of the hall. They could get out of this.

But that something makes Cody pull up short, nearly jerks him around on his feet. It’s like someone shouted his name, like when Obi-Wan would get hurt on the battlefield during the war and he’d go down quiet but Cody’d just know .

The doors to Vader’s chamber taunt him from the other end of the hall. He hadn’t realized they were so close.

“What are you doing?” The Clawdite hisses from behind him. The elevator doors swish open. “Come on!”

His blaster drops, hanging at his side uselessly. Something is pulling him towards those doors. It doesn’t feel like Cody knows a Force push or pull feels. Obi-Wan had used that on him plenty of times when facing down a tank or a thousand droids. This is something else, something more. He needs to follow this.

“You know the path.” He calls, absentminded. “I’ll catch up.”

“You’re leaving us?”

“Call it providing a distraction.”

For how secretive Vader is, his doors don’t withstand a single blaster shot to the control panel. The intimidating black slides open before Cody and he steps inside. There’s a strange seat in the middle of the room that cracks open like an egg and waits for him to lower himself in. He doesn’t, but looks around instead, ignoring the alarms that blare as he does. He’s attracting attention, stalling, losing time, why is he here--

And then his eyes land on the lightsaber and Cody understands.

Obi-Wan’s weapon is familiar in Cody’s hands. He’s held it a dozen times, passed it back to his general again and again and again. “This weapon is your life,” Obi-Wan would tell Skywalker before handing it off to Cody like it was nothing. (It meant something. He never said, and Obi-Wan never did either, but. It meant something, when Obi-Wan did that. Cody knows.)

Cody clutches the ‘saber close to his heart and runs for the elevator.

There are troopers outside the doors when they open. He raises his blaster, fires off a shot, two, three. A trooper takes one in the bucket and goes down, another catches a bolt to the chest and is blown back. But then a bolt sears past Cody’s trigger finger, close enough to burn, and he yells. The blaster drops from his hand. Another bolt catches the side of Cody’s helmet as he lunges forward and gets into cover. The bucket heats with the blaster fire, singeing his scalp. He wrenches it off and almost doesn’t register the pandemonium on the landing platform in front of him over the ringing in his ears.

There’s a horde of troopers and Imps welling from all sides. He’s pinned at one end of the platform and he can see the Clawdite and Togruta climbing into a pod on the other side. They'll make it out of here. The pod’s sequence is already glowing on the control panel; as soon as the doors close the pod disengages from the main ship all shouting and blaster fire is drowned out by the sound of a shuttle jettisoning off into space. The Utapaun crouches behind some supply crates ahead of Cody, half curled over the Twi’lek defensively. Cody’s distraction probably should have been a little louder.

He shucks the cape, annoyance at the extra weight flitting at the edges of his attention. The robe flutters with his movements before settling back into place, hanging over his shoulder unevenly. Without the cape his insignia stands out proudly; if Cody dies here today, he’ll die with the 212th and the Jedi in his heart and on his breast.

Cody pulls one of two sonic charges the quartermaster allowed him for the mission and tosses it into the center of the room. The blast goes off and sends enough of the Imps back that when Cody shouts, the Utapaun has time to rush to another pod. Cody dives for the cover they’ve vacated and rolls onto his heels, rising to scan around. The Utapaun is having trouble juggling the Twi-lek and entering the ejection sequence. If he can give them enough time, Cody could get there and squeeze into the pod before they blast off. He needs to provide cover fire but Cody doesn’t have a blaster .

Cody swears and pulls out his last sonic charge. The Imps are starting to surge back again, maybe fifteen in total. His last detonation cleared off about half of the enemies in the room altogether, but they’re spread out now. He’ll have to come up with another option if he doesn't want to wait until the crowd converges on the prisoners and risk taking them out with the Imps.

The same something that pulled Cody to Vader’s chambers screams . At the same moment, the doors to the main hanger across from the escape shuttles open and Darth Vader sweeps inside.

His breathing is loud in Cody’s ears. The Imps freeze for a moment, shock and fear spreading through the crowd like wildfire. It gives the Utapaun the moment he needs to enter the sequence but Cody sees the Twi’lek surge in his arms, cowering back from Vader’s presence, twisting and tangling himself up. He’s in the way. if he doesn’t get himself under control they’re both done for. If Cody doesn’t do something now, as Vader takes slow, sure steps into the room, they all are.

(“ Now, Cody! ”)

Cody stands, vaults over the supply crates, and steps between Vader and the escaping prisoners. He places his hands on the hilt like he’s seen Obi-Wan do a hundred times and flicks the ignition switch. The blue fire blazes up in a long line beside his face, flickering over the scar on his temple. He feels his expression drop into place, hard and steady, carved from stone.

(Carved from stone the way Obi-Wan always was. He misses him, Force, but Cody misses him.)

Vader stops. Cody wonders if he’s startled the Sith. The insectoid facemask tilts, considering. “CC-2224.”

“My name is Cody.”

“You will stand down.” Every regulated breath makes sure the words are measured. Cody’s skin crawls.

“Never.”

A lightsaber must never be crimson. Obi-Wan always looked sick when a Sith’s weapon ignited. Cody watches Vader lift his and feels everything but mostly a cold determination. “Then you will perish.”

Cody sneers, all that rage and grief and guilt welling up and choking him so much he can barely get his retort out. Then, a second before he speaks, that strange something wraps around him again, warm and calm like a security blanket. It’s Obi-Wan. Cody knows it. He knows.

Cody plants his feet, Obi-Wan’s lightsaber in his hands and Obi-Wan’s memory alive in his heart. “At least I’ll die like a Jedi. You can’t say the same, Skywalker. ”

Red clashes against blue and for the first time in a very long time Cody revels in battle.

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