#Jango Fett/Warrior of Light

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Chapters: 1/1 Fandom: Star Wars - All Media Types, Star Wars Prequel Trilogy Rating: Explicit Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: Jango Fett/Warrior of Light (Final Fantasy XIV) Characters: Jango Fett, Warrior of Light (Final Fantasy XIV) Additional Tags: Weequay Species (Star Wars), Canon-Typical Violence, Implied/Referenced Drug Use, not by the main characters tho, Implied/Referenced Character Death, Clubbing, Smut, Sex, Oral Sex, Public Sex, Named Warrior of Light (Final Fantasy XIV), Miqo'te Warrior of Light (Final Fantasy XIV), pre-AOTC, One Night Stands, Dry Humping, No beta we die like mne, Shameless Smut, No Romance, Just Sex Series: Part 40 of Across The Universes Summary:

Jango had been waiting for a potential client. Instead he got a little show and a bit of fun after instead.

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Hey snackpacker!!! I read all of your clones headcanons and they are sooooo adorable!!! Can I ask for Mando clans ones please?🥺

Hey Anon!!! Oh gosh, sure sure there you go!!!!

⚠️ TW: Not a Lore Purist, Just Vibes™ I love Mandalorians with my whole chaotic heart but I’m not a walking Chronicles of Mand’alor PDF. These headcanons are powered by ✨emotion, vibes, and space chaos✨ more than textbook canon. If something’s not lore-accurate, please don’t come at me with a vibroblade (kinky though-)—I’m just here to emotionally adopt found family and throw glitter bombs with Clan Wren. 💖

This is the Way (but also, This is the Fanon).

NOW LET'S GO-

🛠️ Clan Ordo — (Tough Love, Duct Tape Edition)

Their love language is "I fixed this for you but insulted it the whole time." Example: “Your jetpack’s garbage. I upgraded it. Don’t die.”

No one says “I love you” out loud. Instead, they hand you soup and complain about your aim.

Armor polish is sacred. If someone else polishes your armor? You’re basically married now.

Family dinners are loud, full of arguments, and end with at least one person crying—but it’s always because of pride, not pain.

They absolutely have a thousand tiny clan traditions no one remembers the origin of, like giving newborns a mini hydrospanner “for luck.”

Secretly very sentimental. They keep the worst drawings their kids ever made... inside their chestplates. Under the beskar.

🖤 Clan Fett — (The Myth, The Mess, The Legacy)

Every child raised under this clan grows up under a ridiculous amount of dramatic pressure to live up to the legacy of Jango.

There are so many family debates over whether Jango would’ve wanted to be remembered as “That Cool Bounty Hunter Dad” or “The Guy Who Accidentally Created a Galaxy’s Worth of Emotional Clones.”

They have a tradition of forging "Memory Blades" — knives with etched names of those lost. Every Fett carries one. Some carry dozens.

At feasts, they always leave an extra seat at the table. For Jango. Even now.

Their humor is DRY. Like, “We took a bounty on a Sith Lord for fun” levels of deadpan chaos.

Boba won’t admit it, but he calls old clone commanders “uncle” under his breath sometimes.

👑 Clan Kryze — (Tea, Trauma, and Terribly Controlled Emotions)

Everything is Very Formal Until It’s Suddenly a Knife Fight. “Cousin Alric insulted the tea set? Pistols at DAWN.”

The tea ceremony is a full military-grade operation. You wear armor. You pour with honor. You do not spill.

Every Kryze is passive-aggressively dramatic. They’ll say, “You always do this, mother,” right before throwing a thermal detonator at someone.

Their lullabies are weirdly sad and haunting and about the fall of ancient Mandalore and the inevitability of loss. (“Sleep, little warrior, the stars burn cold / Our home was fire, our story old…”)

Once a year, they gather in complete silence and light sky-lanterns for every family member lost to war. The sky is full.

🦴 Clan Vizsla — Drama, Duels, and Delusions of Grandeur

Has a 200-slide holo-presentation titled "Why We Should Still Rule Mandalore." No one asked for it. They show it anyway.

Will duel you over literally anything. The last one was about soup temperature.

They're the type to say “we’re not dramatic” while igniting a Darksaber and monologuing.

Family game nights are just strategic combat simulations with a scoreboard and someone always cries.

Wear so much black armor they look like they’re attending a funeral at all times. (They might be. They’re dramatic like that.)

Lowkey keep backup capes. In case their first one doesn't billow enough.

🎨 Clan Wren — (Art Is War, and So Is Family Game Night)

If you can’t graffiti while doing backflips, are you even a Wren?

Sabine may say, “I don’t do art anymore,” but Tristan absolutely still has a sketchbook full of emo poetry and helmet redesigns. (One of them says “PEW PEW EMO BOY” in Aurebesh. Sabine keeps it.)

They have a tradition where each child gets their first paint set before they get a blaster.

Weddings involve throwing glitter bombs into the air and yelling “THIS IS THE SHADE.”

They once staged an “artistic protest” by painting the clan elder’s speeder hot pink. The elder loved it.

The phrase “Wren family therapy” is code for a paintball match where the winner gets to yell at everyone else. They do it weekly.

🧬 Bonus: Little Traditions That Hurt (Just a Little)

Some clans pass down lullabies, others pass down the frequency to old comm channels. They keep them on, just in case someone out there is still listening.

Every Mandalorian learns how to dance—not because of ceremonies, but because when the wars are over, they want to remember joy.

If a Mandalorian dies without family, another clan will claim them posthumously. They will engrave their name into the wall and say it out loud during honor rites. “You were one of us. You are one of us still.”

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Unwilling Mand'alor Satine AU: Part Three

(part one (sort of?) || part two)

The Empire has been preparing for its attack on Mandalore for many years. They are well-equipped; more than enough stormtroopers to overwhelm Bo-Katan's Nite Owl forces, and Vader and his inquisitors will be there to deal with the Jedi.

But here's the thing.

Vader was Anakin Skywalker once, and Anakin Skywalker was there on the Coronet that day, all those years ago, when Satine Kryze pointed a blaster at Tal Merrik and couldn't pull the trigger.

Vader remembers this, and when the battle is being organized, he directs the plans accordingly. Satine Kryze couldn't shoot one man to save a ship full of people, so of course she will stand back while Mandalore burns and the Jedi under her "protection" are slaughtered. Satine will not pull the trigger.

Vader is so very, very wrong.

Satine hates violence, that is true. She hates war. The idea of taking a life makes her feel sick.

But she cannot, will not, stand back while the Empire does its worst to the people she has sworn to protect.

Satine pulls the trigger.

---

Kelleran Beq is leading an evacuation of the younglings from the palace when an armored Mandalorian he's never seen before runs past him in the palace hallway, presence burning with controlled fury.

Obi-Wan is drawing Vader's attention away from the palace when he sees a single warrior soaring high above him, a black blade in her hand.

Bo-Katan, who spent quite a bit of her teenage years getting thrown around the training mats by her older sister, looks up and grins.

The Empire will not win this round.

Satine hasn't worn her armor in over a decade, but the weight of it is familiar all the same. She is fighting for the Jedi as much as she is fighting for Mandalore, and the kyber at the heart of the Darksaber knows this. Satine is not practiced at wielding it, but she does not have to be. The Darksaber wields her. It is magnificent to her people. It is terrifying to the Empire.

But this is not the only sight that will be remembered, and in the years that follow, the legends of the Battle of Mandalore begin to spread.

---

Ahsoka has acquired a jetpack by this point, and she leads a charge of Nite Owls in an aerial assault on the Imperial ships hovering around Sundari. She takes a light cruiser by storm, smashing feet-first through the front window, lightsabers blazing green and gold.

(In this universe, she does not wield lightsabers that Anakin modified to be blue like his own. She uses new blades, blades that are hers, blades forged with beskar hilts and powered by crystals she claimed from the depths of the Living Waters.)

(Ahsoka Tano has become a child of two worlds, and she is wearing it well.)

She is the second Jedi in Mandalorian history to have an epic ballad written about her.

She will not be the last.

---

Years ago, Rex was dragged to Mandalore bound hand and foot, writhing against his bonds because his mind was telling him to kill, kill the Jedi, kill her, destroy her, destroy them all, even as every instinct rebelled against it. But Ahsoka and a med-droid working together removed the chip that had wrested control of his body from him, and he's been free for years. Free, and working to free all his brothers. There is a sizable squad of them by now, and they fight for their Generals and their Commanders and the brothers they lost and the brothers they still have.

They fight, and they win, and their songs of victory are sung proudly.

(Jango Fett refused to share his heritage with them. The Mando'a they knew was negligible; they never considered themselves Mandalorians.)

(That has changed.)

(They are not Mandalorians by blood, but by choice, because to a true Mandalorian, blood means nothing.)

---

There are many Inquisitors who accompany Vader to Mandalore---and they do not fail entirely in their mission. More than a few Jedi die.

One Jedi who falls is accompanying a Padawan when she is attacked. She screams for the boy to run, seconds before a red blade pierces through her chest.

But he does not run.

(Not this time.)

Though Caleb is nineteen and a capable duelist, he is no match for the Grand Inquisitor. He lasts four minutes before a slash to the face ends the fight, and he falls to the ground. The Grand Inquisitor steps closer, and raises his blade to finish the boy off, when a single voice rings out loud and clear.

"Leave him alone!"

Through vision blurred with pain---through only one eye---Caleb sees the form of a scrawny child, standing fierce and tall and hopelessly unprepared to face an Inquisitor.

The Grand Inquisitor glances over his shoulder, laughs coldly, then turns back to Caleb, twirling his blade.

"I said leave him alone!"

There is a snap-hiss and a flash of green light, and behind the Grand Inquisitor, the girl drops into the Djem So opening stance. The dead Jedi's lightsaber is comically big in her grasp, and she holds it backwards, but her form is precise, and she is undaunted.

"Come at me, hut'uun," she spits.

She can't be more than seven years old.

Caleb's grip on his own blade tightens, and as the Inquisitor turns away from him to cut down the annoyance, Caleb staggers to his feet and rams his blade through the Grand Inquisitor's chest.

"I coulda taken him," the girl complains, as the Grand Inquisitor staggers once and then drops dead at her feet. Up close, Caleb finally recognizes her.

"You're that kid," he says, gripping the wall with one hand because he's dizzied by pain. "The one Ahsoka's training."

(It's more polite than that feral demon child from Death Watch, which is also what he's heard her referred to as.)

Caleb grabs her by the wrist and runs as best he can---runs not for himself, but for a child in his protection---bringing her to the Sundari citadel, where the Jedi are taking refuge. A Twi'lek healer sits him down and patches him up as best she can, but his left eye is lost to him.

In the aftermath, Sabine draws a crooked jaig eye on Caleb's eyepatch.

---

A stealth squad of purge troopers, led by an Inquisitor, break into the Palace, taking it by surprise and cutting off the escape route for a group of Jedi children. Kelleran orders them to run. He says he'll be right behind them.

Most of the children know it's a lie.

Most of the children do as he told them.

But one turns back.

It is a girl, seventeen years old and different from the rest of the Jedi, because she's not a Jedi at all—only a lonely girl rescued from a dusty red world, the last of her kind. She stops and looks back and sees Kelleran Beq holding his own against the advancing purge troopers, and she knows he will not get out alive. Many of them have fallen, but many more remain, and an Inquisitor with them.

She wonders if she could even the odds.

No, she knows she could even the odds.

So she turns around. A Jedi boy runs after her, grabbing her hand and trying to pull her away, frantically demanding to know what she's doing. But she just grips his gloved hand tightly, narrows her focus to the purge trooper bodies littering the ground, and whispers— sisters, give me strength.

Merrin's eyes burn green and flame dances on her fingertips as she begins to chant.

(This story is spread in whispered rumors from stormtrooper to stormtrooper, and is usually dismissed as horror story nonsense. But the Purge troopers who were there to see it—well, they won't be forgetting it any time soon.)

---

Another Inquisitor breaks into the citadel in the center of the city, lightsaber flashing, ready to strike. The few Jedi Masters there ignite their blades, ready to defend their own.

But one holds her hand up sharply, halting the rest.

The verdant blade in her hand hisses as it deactivates, and she steps forwards.

"Padawan," she says.

The Inquisitor falters.

"Padawan," she repeats, more gently.

The Inquisitor's own blade deactivates as she stares in petrified indecision and fear.

But the Jedi doesn't hesitate at all. She holds out a hand to her, palm up. "Come here, my child."

The twisted black hilt of a scarlet saber clatters to the ground, and with a choked sob, Barriss Offee crashes into her master's arms.

---

Obi-Wan pushes past his grief and his guilt and fights Vader head-on. It is difficult to believe that this twisted monster used to be Anakin Skywalker.

At least, it is difficult to believe it, until Padme shows her face.

She wears armor painted in the colors and patterns she wore as Queen, and tears her helmet off to reveal her face.

Vader freezes.

"Padme?" he wheezes, sounding like someone reached into his chest and ripped his heart out.

Padme levels a blaster at his head.

Bombs fall and blasters fire all around them, but for the three old friends torn apart, there is pure silence.

"Padme," Vader says again, stepping towards her once. "Padme, it's---it's me, it's---"

She cuts him off sharply. "I know who you are, Anakin."

"But---"

"I miscarried. Did you know that?" she spits out. An accusation. (A lie.) "Our baby is dead because of you, and if Obi-Wan hadn't brought me to Mandalore, I would have died with her."

"Padme---"

Padme goes on, breathing fire and fury, because even if her children are alive and safe, her heart is shattered, and she uses that pain. She always has. "I called her Annie. For the moment I held her, I named her for the man I loved! I loved Anakin Skywalker---I love him still!"

Her voice drops low and she lowers her blaster.

"But---" She shakes her head slowly, never looking away from the skeletal mask he wears, and Obi-Wan knows she swallows down tears. "I don't know who you are. Not anymore."

And Vader does something truly unexpected.

He retreats, leaving behind a brother and a wife who watch him go.

(Both of them could have killed him.)

(Neither of them could do it.)

---

Above, around, and through it all, Satine Kryze does battle. Her blood runs hot, and she does not hesitate. She disarms when she can, injures when she must, and kills only as a very last resort.

But she does kill.

When the next morning dawns and the Empire is gone and Jedi leap nimbly from one rubble heap to the next, searching for the gleaming sparks of life as they lead search-and-rescue teams, the Duchess of Mandalore locks herself in her bedroom. Her scorched armor screeches against the wall as she slides to the floor, a blaster in one hand and the Darksaber in another.

She is too tired to cry.

She is too tired to be sick.

She is too tired feel anything but loathing.

Oh, Manda. What have I done?

But even as she chokes the question out to herself, she knows the answer.

She did what she had to do.

And she will never forgive herself for having done it.

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Mand'alor the Pretender, Mand'alor the Resurgent: Boba Fett as the Leader of the Mandalorians in the Expanded Universe

Hello everyone! It's Syn with yet another Expanded Universe deep-dive, this time into the reign of Boba Fett as Mand'alor as portrayed in Boba Fett: A Practical Man and throughout the Legacy of the Force series of novels. Fett was indeed made Mand'alor some decades after the events of the Original Trilogy and this post will examine how he became ruler, his actions as leader, and how his reign connects with Mandalorian mythology regarding the relationship between Mandalore the planet and Mand'alor the ruler. I hope you enjoy!

Heir of the True Mandalorians

To understand how Boba Fett became Mand'alor, it's important to first understand his family background. Indeed, Boba was not the first Fett to be named Mand'alor; his father, Jango, also held the title during the tumultuous Mandalorian Civil War. Specifically, Jango served as the Mand'alor of the True Mandalorians, or Haat Mando'ade, a Mandalorian faction established by reformer Jaster Mereel that emphasized honorable conduct and strong community bonds. They were opposed in the civil war by the Death Watch, or Kyr'tsad, a Mandalorian splinter group that espoused ideals of Mandalorian supremacy and rule by brutality. The True Mandalorians would later be massacred by the Jedi in the Battle of Galidraan, and Jango, the sole survivor, would largely withdraw from Mandalorian society and quietly abdicate his claim as Mand'alor.

Despite their relatively short span of existence in Mandalorian history, the True Mandalorians had an outsized effect on Mandalorian cultural identity, with many Mandalorians adopting their tenets and valorizing their struggle against both Death Watch and the Jedi. Furthermore, as Mandalorian society became more suppressed and scattered following the Imperial occupation of Mandalore during the Galactic Civil War, some looked to the history of the True Mandalorians as a source of national pride and a symbol of renewed Mandalorian unity and prestige.

One such believer in the True Mandalorian cause was Fenn Shysa, who served as Mand'alor during and after the Imperial occupation of Mandalore. Widely adored for his charm and affability, Shysa nonetheless was determined to see the true heir of the Haat Mando'ade take the throne: none other than Boba Fett. Despite Boba's status as a Mandalorian being contested by many clans due to what was perceived as his dishonorable behavior, failure to uphold the Resol'nare, and the fact that he'd never completed his verd'goten due to his father's premature death, Shysa believed that Boba could serve as a powerful symbol for both the scattered Mandalorian people and the rest of the galaxy as both the heir to the True Mandalorian cause and a notorious warrior the galaxy-over.

Unfortunately for Shysa, Boba had no interest in taking up the mantle of Mand'alor. In light of Boba's unwillingness, Shysa pursued other leads for potential heirs of the True Mandalorian title, including Jango's sister Arla (who unfortunately had been rendered mentally unfit after her prolonged and torturous captivity under the Death Watch) and even one of Jango's clones, Spar, whom Shysa may or may not have presented to the galaxy as Boba Fett himself.

Yet, Shysa would eventually get his wish, though at a very high price. With a bounty placed on his head by Boba's former tutor, the Kaminoan Taun We, Shysa would come face-to-face with Boba himself on the planet Shogun. Despite being hired to kill Shysa, Boba would, due to events that are never fully explained, end up on the same side as him against an attack of Sevvet mercenaries. With the two of them overpowered, Shysa sacrificed his life to protect Boba and ordered Boba to kill him and take his place as Mand'alor. Indebted to Shysa for saving his life and unwilling to let him fall into the hands of the notoriously sadistic Sevvets, Boba would honor both of Shysa's requests.

Though it cost him his life, Shysa would see his ambition through in the end: the heir of Jango Fett now held the title of Mand'alor.

The Pretender Years: Mandalorian Deception During of the Yuuzhan Vong War

Boba's first test as Mand'alor would come fairly soon after he had taken power: an invasion by an extragalactic army known as the Yuuzhan Vong. These invaders intended to conquer the galaxy and either destroy, convert, or enslave all sentient life within it—but to do this effectively, they needed help. Namely, they needed denizens of their target galaxy to help them gather intelligence and do sensitive infiltration work that they themselves would be unable to carry out. For this, they approached a peoples whom they had found to be notorious for their mercenary natures, led by a man equally notorious for working with the worst of the worst: the Mandalorians and their Mand'alor Boba Fett.

While meeting with Boba and his second-in-command, Goran Beviin, aboard one of their ships, the Yuuzhan Vong commander Nom Anor presented their terms: work for the Yuuzhan Vong or be exterminated. Anor also made sure to present Boba and Beviin with two prisoners they had already taken, a Human and a Twi'lek male, outfitted with gruesome, surgically-implanted torture devices to demonstrate what would be in store for their people should they resist.

Deciding then and there that he despised the Yuuzhan Vong and that he'd do whatever was necessary to destroy them, Boba feigned indifference and, much to Anor's surprise, demanded a higher price: amnesty to the entire Mandalore sector, both during and after the invasion. Finding himself unable to sway Boba despite his repeated threats, Anor eventually agreed to the deal, buying Boba and Beviin much-needed time to prepare the Mandalorian people for their great deception.

The Mandalorian people would pretend to be traitors to their galaxy, serving the Yuuzhan Vong as spies and mercenaries—and all the while, they would sabotage the Yuuzhan Vong and funnel intelligence regarding their movements and tactics to New Republic command.

Under Boba, the Mandalorians would keep up this facade for much of the war, their intelligence proving instrumental in combating the invaders even while much of the galaxy believed them to be conspirators with the Yuuzhan Vong. Only towards the end of the war did their deception become known to the Vong, who responded with vicious, razed-earth attacks on the planet of Mandalore, not only killing its people but also carpet-bombing much of the planet's surface and poisoning the soil in an effort to render the planet uninhabitable.

Despite the heavy toll taken by the Mandalorians during the war, with their help, the galaxy was able to turn back the Yuuzhan Vong invasion and emerge victorious—though the challenges facing Mandalore and its people were still far from over.

Mandalore Resurgent: Post-War Aftermath and Policies

Following the war against the Yuuzhan Vong, Mandalore would find itself in a precarious position. With a third of its population destroyed, its industrial infrastructure in shambles, and much of its arable land poisoned, it was unclear whether the planet could even support its surviving clans. In addition, the Mandalorian deception that had proved so instrumental in turning the tide against the Yuuzhan Vong had worked a little too well; most of the galaxy still viewed the Mandalorians as traitors who had only turned against their Yuuzhan Vong handlers at the last minute. As a result, Mandalore was offered no aid whatsoever from the Galactic Alliance (formerly the New Republic) following the war in spite of the planet's dire straits.

Faced with these circumstances, Mand'alor Boba Fett pursued policies focusing on the internal restoration of Mandalore, including:

An immediate order for two million Mandalorians living in diaspora to return to Mandalore to help rebuild the planet. All returning Mandalorians were eligible receive an allotment of land, provided they agreed to restore it. Boba knew this was possible because he had seen Beviin, a farmer by trade, restore the land on his own farm.

Mandalore's official neutrality in the ongoing civil war between the Galactic Alliance and the Corellian Confederation. Individual Mandalorians were free to offer their mercenary services to whichever side they wished, but it was to be understood that Mandalore itself had no official involvement in the dispute.

The increased importation of food to Mandalore to feed the population until such a time that the planet's farming and infrastructure could sustain itself once more. Both Fett himself and the chief of MandalMotors would donate heavily to pay for these imports.

In addition to these policies, Mandalore would also benefit from a lucky break discovered more than a decade after the end of the Yuuzhan Vong war: a massive motherlode of beskar unearthed by the Yuuzhan Vong's extensive bombing of the planet. This discovery was extremely significant following the Imperial occupation of Mandalore, as it was believed that the Empire had completely strip-mined the planet bare of its beskar deposits. With both sides of the galaxy's newest civil war scrambling for weapons and armor, this newly discovered beskar would prove a massive economic windfall for the struggling Mandalorians, and also serve as the catalyst for MandalMotors creating the first-ever beskar-plated starfighter, the Bes'uliik.

Mirrored Destinies: Connection to Mandalorian Mythology

As an ending note to this lore post, I'd like to share a piece of Mandalorian mythology and how we see it exemplified in Boba's rule as Mand'alor. According to this belief, the fate of Mand'alor the leader and Mandalore the planet are inextricably tied; the two are synonymous to the point where, if something happens to one, whether for good or ill, one expects to see it reflected in the other. And this is absolutely the case in Boba's story.

Consider: when Boba first becomes Mand'alor, he finds himself leading a planet still recovering from Imperial rule. It is largely believed to have been robbed of its defining resource, its beskar, and thus, its soul has been stolen. Similarly, Fett himself is perceived to have "sold his soul" to the Imperials. He is the heir of the Haat Mando'ade, someone who is meant to embody the Mandalorian ideal as expressed by his grandfather Jaster Mereel, but that hope for him appears to have been in vain. He is isolated from the Mandalorians and has spent much of the past few decades at the beck and call of their enemies. He, like Mandalore, has enriched the Empire at the expense of his people.

Then, the Yuuzhan Vong War happens. Mandalore the planet is poisoned and no longer self-sustaining. Coincidentally, soon after the end of the war, Fett finds out that he is dying of a terminal genetic illness due to his cloned DNA. Both he and Mandalore are dying together.

But he doesn't go down without a fight. He learns to rely on others, such as Beviin, Mirta, and the other Mandalorians. With them, he is able to find a cure and begin the process of recovery. And, just like its Mand'alor, Mandalore is able to come back from the brink by the same means. It needs others to care for it, to restore it. Only then can it become a viable homeland once more.

Finally, after all that misfortune and suffering—because of the misfortune and suffering—both the planet and the man are revealed to not be so bereft and without soul as originally thought. In the crater of Yuuzhan Vong desolation, a new motherlode of beskar is found. In the midst of illness, war, and grief, something like a true Mandalorian is found—someone who cares for his people, his clan, and his planet. Both Mand'alor and Mandalore thus go through an arc of loss, desolation, interdependence with others, and finally, resurgence and rebirth. In this way, Boba Fett embodies the myth of the inextricable connection between Mandalore the planet and Mand'alor the man.

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Jango’s army

Jango Fett steals an army from the Sith.

What if the reason why Jango accepted the assignment on Kamino was not to gain revenge on the Jedi, but to gain an army to take back Mandalore? With a hundred handpicked warriors and the thousands they would train, stealing an army would be the biggest con in the galaxy.

Could be as dark or as light as you like. I mean, producing child soldiers to fight your wars is still not ethically great but stealing them right from under the noses of the Sith is at least better?

And can we talk for a minute about Jango’s armour and its paint? Silver for seeking redemption and blue for reliability. (I guess silver is not canon and blue could be clan colours, but what if..?) Those tell a story and it’s not the same story we’re told in canon. How does a steadfast man seeking redemption go to working for demagolkase (and I mean it in a very literal sense, people experimenting on children)?

Maybe Jango’s first thought was that he’s gonna take that operation down—but alone, he doesn’t have the firepower to do it—but wait, if he’s the inside man—and they want to hire outsiders as trainers? Jango volunteers to recruit them—a hundred Mandalorian commandos definitely can take the facilities.

Or is Jango’s lesser evil making sure that the child army has a progenitor that cares about them instead of someone who doesn’t give a shit, just like Obi-Wan’s lesser evil is making sure they have a general who cares instead of someone who doesn’t? (I’m sorry, I don’t remember what fic had this line of argument between Jango and Obi-Wan. If you do, please leave it in the comments and I’ll link it.)

Or was Jango’s plan something else from the get go? Maybe the plan got derailed by canon events? Or did the plan—and Jango’s paint—change at some point?

I suppose the silver could also be unpainted because Jango feels there’s nothing and no one to paint his armour for because he’s lost everyone and everything—but still, reliability is what he has left? Not gold for revenge?

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Dusk of Heroes

AN: I hope you're enjoying the fic so far. Reblogs and comments are very much appreciated! The warnings for this chapter are mentions of death, hatred, fighting, and violence. If you would like to be tagged in this fic, please let me know by leaving a comment on the fic or by sending me an ask. The mood board was made by me on Canva with images that I found on Google; credits to the original owners of the images.

Catch up with chapter 1 here!

Chapter 2

“I was beginning to worry,” Fett greeted Tony as you climbed into the ship with Tony following closely behind you.  “You took eight seconds.  I thought you weren’t going to make it.”

“Since the time that you’ve known me, have I ever given you reason to worry?” Tony asked as he shut the door to the ship.

“Stark, since I have met you, I constantly worry.”

“Well,” Tony shrugged as he tapped his chest and the Iron Man suit vanished.  “I suppose introductions are in order.  (Name) (Surname), meet Jango Fett, the captain of Slave I.  Jango Fett, meet (Name) (Surname), a former Avenger and an elemental witch.”

You regarded the man that Tony had just introduced to you with a curious look.  He was taller and bigger than you with short brown hair.  This man reminded you of Rhodey, Steve and Bucky all at once and you realised instantly that you were looking at a warrior.  You had a feeling that his dark brown eyes could be warm but right now, they were staring back at you with a calculating gaze.

You meant to say thank you for intervening and rescuing you but instead you blurted out “If you’re here, who is flying the ship?”

Fett regarded you with a touch of amusement, “My second in command and son, Boba Fett.”

“That makes sense,” you managed.

“Boba could do with a hand.  It’s best if I go and assist him.”  With that Fett left you and Tony alone.

Tony’s mouth twitched, “Don’t worry about him.  He’s friendlier when you get to know him.  Right now, he’s just rattled because he saw the Jedi on the bridge.”

“I can understand that” you replied.

“It makes more sense when you know that he has a history with the Jedi.”  Tony continued.

“Wait.  He does?”

Tony nodded as the ship moved, “Not him exactly but years ago, his people, Mandalorians asked the Jedi Council for assistance in a civil war.  Well, communication got scrambled and the Jedi ended up supporting the wrong side.”

“That’s horrible.”

“Because of that Mandalore fell and there were many lives lost.  The survivors scattered themselves across the galaxies.  Needless to say, Fett’s not particularly fond of the Jedi.”

You digested that information, “There was a third man on the bridge.  He fought with a double-bladed red light sword.”

Tony smirked humourlessly, “Good.  He might give the Jedi a run for their money.  Best case scenario, they’ll destroy each other.”

[notthestarwar]

Snippet from: how the living go on living and the dead go on living with them

When Cody looks in the mirror, he doesn’t always see himself looking back. That's the thing about being a clone, or maybe it’s just part of coming from the body of someone that didn’t do right by you; sometimes, you walk past a mirror and out of the corner of your eye, you see them looking back at you.

Jango Fett was a lot of things. A hunter, a warrior. He had once been a leader, later on, he was the king of a ruined people. Jango Fett was a father to one, but an absence to many others. He had been a master tactician, he had been a killer and once, he had even been a son. Cody is only some of those things.

Cody was his own man, just like each of his brothers, he had his own likes and dislikes and his own opinions and his own faults. Even so, there was one distinct difference between Cody and Jango and it wasn’t any one of those things.

Cody had a Jango in his life and Jango was quite enough to make a difference, even if he didnt mean to. Without that, Cody might just have been a different person entirely.

Jango was no boon to Cody’s life. He was a weight, one that was sometimes painful. Cody might have been happier without him, but he wouldn’t necessarily be a better person. If Jango Fett’s place in Cody’s life held one purpose, it was to be a cautionary tale.

Cody was not perfect, no man is, but thanks to Jango he did have a whole list of things that he should not do, lest he become even more like the man whose pain had shaped his childhood beyond any kind of recognition.

Cody’s childhood was not really anything anyone might recognise as a childhood and Jango, was at least partly responsible for that.

Jango Fett had died on a Taungsday.

The story of how he got there went something like this: Man gets embroiled in conspiracy, Man confronts leader of organisation that ruined man’s life, Man gets head chopped off with large laser sword (purple) and that is about the sum of it.

To really understand Jango Fett though? For that you have to go back a little further.

Jango Fett’s first life, that ends on a Taungsday.

There is a certain poetry to that, that he might die many years later on the same day of the week that his life had initially ended. He didn’t see any poetry in it that day though, because he was very small and there was smoke in his eyes.

Sometimes people say their life has ended and it hasn’t really, it’s just an exaggeration. That isn’t the case here. Little Jango Fett’s life really did end that Taungsday afternoon, it went up in flames, the whole lot of it did; all while Jango hid amongst papery stalks of corn.

When things are burning, a corn field isn’t a very good place to be.

Corn, isn’t harvested until the stalks are brittle and brown, which means that a cornfield, only needs a spark before it catches light in a rush of flames.

Jango didn’t know that though, he was just a boy.

Luckily, he didn’t stay in that field long enough to find out that day. A man found him crouching there and had scooped him up from his hiding place.

When they were out of the field, Jaster had taken off his gloves so he might wipe away the tears that were still spilling down fat cheeks and then he had said to Jango: ‘It’s ok, it’s going to be ok.’

And that, had been a lie.

Jango hadn’t held it against him, even when after that day, nothing was really ever ok again.

Jango’s second life, that one ends on a Primeday, can’t always be Taungsday.

After Jaster found Jango Fett in that Cornfield that had yet to burn, he had taken him on a new path. It was a path towards a new life. A life of a different kind than the first.

It wasn't a replacement for the old one, but it is something and something is always better than nothing.

This second life, it manages to catch light just as easily as the first.

Some people go through their whole lives without losing even one life, but Jango Fett, he wasn’t that kind of person. By the age of 15, he had lost not one but two whole lives, more than most people find in a lifetime.

To say that this one ended, well, It isn’t an exaggeration this time either.

Jaster falls and unfortunately, Jaster is the supporting pillar that holds all of Jango’s newly built life together.

This time, it doesn’t actually all happen in one day, but it might as well have.

Jaster falls on a Primeday and that is the first tile in a whole line of them. After that day, Jango's second life slowly crashes down, tile by tile. Every last one toppling the next, and so on and on, while Jango runs alongside, trying to keep up, trying to right each one.

It begins with Jaster dying, betrayed.

After that, Jango takes on the throne that he’d once sat on, and shortly afterwards, that throne burns.

It had all started on that Primeday, though it ended on a different one.

With the gift of hindsight, Jango had known that he should have just laid down next to Jaster that first Primeday, closing his eyes. Had he done so, leaving that throne well alone, his people might have survived.

He didn’t though and so they didn’t.

Jango’s third life: that one ends when he stumbles out of a slave ship, blinking in daylight for the first time in three years.

He doesn’t know the day that time. He doesn’t think to check, still hazy from the spice and distracted by the euphoria of escape.

A life ending is rarely a good thing but that one? That one wasn’t worth surviving.

Good riddance to that one.

The thing that nobody tends to tell you, about surviving the ending of a life, is that after a life ends, it never quite leaves you.

It largely goes unsaid thanks to the fact that a person that knows how something like that works, is pretty rare in the galaxy.

Not many people survive their end, even fewer survive three of them.

Cody knew though. Cody had always known because Jango had known and Jango, had told him.

He didn't always say it directly, and he rarely intended for it to be a lesson but often, if he read between the lines, Cody could find one.

Cody had always been good at reading between the lines.

After Jango’s third life, he finds himself waking up every morning, unsure if it ever really did end. He finds himself in the dark of night, thinking that he might still be on the ship that had made up the sum total of his third life.

He didn’t have this problem with the first or the second, he’d only left those after there was nothing left to ever return to, but Jango fled that ship without pausing to set it alight and thanks to that, he would always know it could be returned to.

After walking away from that life, he can never quite stop looking over his shoulder and often, he blinks and finds himself back on that ship.

A human brain only has the capacity to be scared of a certain number of things, which doesn’t really suit a situation in which you have lived the death of three whole lives.

Jango Fett wakes up every morning smelling spice and blaster discharge and burning.

He has to keep checking over his shoulder for slavers and terrorists and Jedi.

He can’t leave any of it behind, even though he already has.

The Fourth iteration of Jango Fett finds something to fear in every corner of the galaxy.

It is because of this, that he makes himself in to the kind of person that nobody ever bothers to imagine might be scared.

Jango makes himself in to the kind of person that anyone might run from, in the hope that should any of it catch up to him, it might turn tail as well.

The thing about fear is that it can blind you and it can disguise you, leaving you unknowable, even to yourself. It leaves you unable to see the person you are becoming, who you have become. A person who is scared has the capacity to do terrible things.

A person on their fourth life knows what it is to make something new out of hardly anything.

To Jango Fett, it doesn’t seem strange at all for someone to take a small part of him and pull from it, an entire new life. A copy of his body and then another and another.

There is not a corner of this galaxy in which Jango Fett’s feet have not walked.

Jango Fett had finally outnumbered his fears. How do you kill a man who can stand in a million places at once? One day, Jango Fett would die and when he did, he was sure that a part of him would live on without him

The only problem is, he hadn’t done what he though he had. Rather than splitting himself, copying his being again and again so he might never die, Jango Fett had instead been a part of making something new, and he hadn’t even known it.

That's the thing about fear, it blinds you to the reality of what you have done. Denial is a heady drug to a man who fears everything. Without seeing the truth of what you are, you might not ever realise, that you could do better.

With the end of Jango's forth life, comes his own.

It is a Taungsday, when Jango Fett finally dies, and there is hardly anyone left in the galaxy who might miss him.

Cody certainly doesn’t.

By the time Jango Fett takes his last breath, Cody has had quite enough of Jango and he has no need for any more of him.

Since then, the problem has always been that there is far more of Jango Fett in Cody than there has any right being.

[diaphanouswings]

WIP Day!!!

~SNIPPET~

The Mandalorian glanced at the smoking hole on the wall next to him. His beskar would have protected him either way but nice. Well, Jango had been bored waiting for his no-show client… Might as well watch the show.

The offending blaster was snatched away and fired at the other Weequay’s knees. They howled and collapsed even as the sound was swallowed by the thumping music. The feline being followed after them. Their fists smashed into bony, wrinkled faces over and over again. Both were then hauled up by the back of their jackets clenched in those same little fists with bloodied knuckles. Then the small time enforcers were bowled right out onto the dance floor. The writhing crowd, hyped by the music and whatever drugs were in their systems, tore the two apart. Haar’chak, tiny but mighty little thing.

“And that’s that,” the feline being said as they clapped their hands together as if getting rid of a bit of dust. Their knuckles were a little bloodied still but everything else about them was completely unruffled. “Sorry you had to see that, Mando.” They wiggled in place and dug a hand into their crop jacket’s pocket. A handkerchief was pulled out. They dabbed at the back of their hands. “Or maybe not sorry. Did you enjoy the show?”

~END SNIPPET~

[hotcocoaandstripedsweaters]

OC-tober Day 11: Kisser in a different story world

Recently, I’ve been working on a Star Wars fic with a higher than usual number of OCs. The fic isn’t posted yet, but I thought I might put a few of these out there.

I just couldn't help but combine two of my trashiest fandoms, you see.

The original post is here by @icannotreadcursive.

Day 1

~+~

Kisser sighed as Demon Lord Jango Fett, his progenitor and ostensible boss, gave another rousing speech about the terrible horrible no good very bad cultivators hiding away on their nasty little mountains in the human realm. Hopefully this rousing little number would be done soon and they could get back to the real work of building housing and harvesting food for the ever-growing demon army. Lord Fett had a warrior’s mind but no head for logistics whatsoever, much to the chagrin of the army he’d summoned forth from his own blood. Kisser wasn’t paid to have opinions, but he thought it was pretty telling that whatever survivors there may have been of Jango’s previous command were staying the hell away from their newly acquired territory.

Then again, the new territory was in the deepest parts of the Endless Abyss, surrounded by hostile wildlife and lone roving demons driven mad by the miasma of pain and hate that gave the region its name.

As Kisser was musing idly about whether he was also going to go mad or had already been born so, the speech concluded. The siblings dispersed, save for the Commanders who had to follow Jango to his war room to waste time planning an unsustainable invasion. Kisser himself made his way over to the kitchens.

“Heya, Jude,” he greeted. Jude was a dour looking Sibling, but he had such a way with spices the kitchens had stolen him from the combat unit quickly. “Anything specific you want me to look for today?”

Jude grumbled inaudibly, hunting around for a moment before handing Kisser a piece of paper with a short list of plants. “Don’t touch the leaves on the Sleeping Razor Leaf.”

“Aww, Jude, it’s nothing a little somnophilia can’t fix,” Kisser teased.

“If you don’t bleed out first, maybe.” Jude shooed him with a wave of his hand.

Reviewing the list as he walked, Kisser planned a route that would take him through the nearby desert. He’d need to grab a few supplies–a lighter set of armor, couple of canteens–but he wouldn’t need to venture too deeply so no camping gear. Too bad he wouldn’t have an excuse to miss tomorrow’s scintillating lecture about the evils of the Jedi cultivation sect et cetera.

It was a good hike. Kisser found a patch of Long-Spined Eternal Nettle, which made his search for its sister plant, Hot and Cold Moonflower, much simpler. He made sure to note its location, so other siblings could find it too. 

There was a distant screaming-tearing sound, which Kisser noted was further along his route. The atmosphere in that direction seemed to suck inwards, and the light bent strangely away from it.

Well, Siblings didn’t make names by being reckless nor by having self-preservation instincts! Kisser would find out what it was if it was still there when he got there.

It took some time, but Kisser made his way into the scrublands, where the weirdness seemed to be centered. Before he could really figure out what was going on, he saw a figure falling from the sky, followed by a flash-crack as the weirdness shattered. Using his admittedly marginal cultivation, Kisser put on a burst of speed and managed to jump and catch the falling person before they hit the ground.

Once he was on stable footing, Kisser looked at them properly. They had ruddy hair and a blood red demon mark, but their clothes were unmistakably human and their face was round and tear-stained. Their expression morphed from devastation to anger lightning-fast. Kisser set them down as quickly and gently as he was able to while dodging a punch. It had a crackling blend of human and demonic energy behind it–terrifying and fascinating in equal measure.

 “Hey, hey, hey,” Kisser objected, hands up and placating, “No need for all that! I just didn’t want you to go splat, is all!”

“Who are you?” they demanded, trying uselessly to straighten their robes.

“Name’s Kisser,” he said jovially. “I live at the settlement a few clicks that way. Only sane-ish bunch for miles.”

“Sane…ish?” then, before Kisser could clarify, “Apologies. I am called Obi-Wan Kenobi.”

Kisser didn’t know any human niceties, even though his new friend seemed to want to keep to them. “Good name!” he tried, though the hint of bewilderment told him he missed by a click and then some. “And I say sane-ish, because most demons go crazy if they hang out here too long. Too deadly and,” he waved his hand, “mind-poisoning? I guess?”

“But you have a settlement here?” Obi-Wan had fully collected himself, save for the redness around his eyes.

“Yeah! I can probably sneak you in, but it’ll be hard for you to blend in,” Kisser mused, “Still, you need to eat. Just can’t let Lord Fett find you!”

Obi-Wan hesitated, but after glancing around and seeing his very limited options, he agreed. “Alright. Why won’t I be able to blend in? Surely you have extra clothes.”

“Oh,” Kisser laughed, “Cause we’re all clones of Lord Fett.”

Obi-Wan stared at him as though he’d grown a second head, but said, “Lead on, then.”

Brave little thing.

~+~

Day 12

[kimikasaviin]

There's a whole tag for fics inspired by AWAU on ao3 : https://archiveofourown.org/tags/Inspired%20by%20The%20Accidental%20Warlord%20and%20His%20Pack%20Series%20-%20inexplicifics/works

For specific fics I can think of a bunch that are all either Witcher or Star Wars:

The Accidental Verd'alor and His Jedi by BairnSidhe https://archiveofourown.org/works/32057794

"Jango Fett didn't mean to restart the Mandalorian Empire. He just kept accidentally acquiring planets after their leaders proved too corrupt to leave in place. Nobody told the Republic that (or if they did, they didn't believe it), so they decide to send a tribute to the Warlord.Obi-Wan Kenobi, freshly knighted Jedi with a Padawan adopted in the heat of the moment, is chosen to sate the Warlord's desire for conquest. He's not happy about it, but when the senate sends him he must go. Fortunately, the unreasonably pretty warlord seems to mainly want him to do paperwork. And Jango Fett might just save the Galaxy for his gorgeous new Jedi assistant and his adorable feral murder child."

How a Romance Novel Saved the Galaxy by Ariana Deralte https://archiveofourown.org/works/27331213

"In one galaxy, the novel was never read. In another, it starts a landslide.

Or what happens when the Mandalorians learn that the Jedi are exactly what most of them look for in a partner."

Love Bites, Or, A Comedy Of Errors; in Which Diplomatic Professionals Are Sorely Missed And The Language Of True Love Needs A Translator-A Mandalorian Affair by junkdrawertales https://archiveofourown.org/works/48009727

"Din and Luke engage in combat to resolve a political issue, and Din falls hard for the beautiful Jedi with the sharp blade and even sharper tongue. Unfortunately, Prince Amidala and his family are unsettled by gifts of weapons and missives of battle from the King of Mandalore, and assume his offer of a duel for Luke’s hand is a threat. While Din prepares for a wedding, Padme prepares for war-and Luke prepares to either beat that cocky Mandalorian sonuvabitch into the dirt or else (else being marriage to a warlord he doesn’t know and the head of a culture known for eviscerating Jedi). What will happen when two planets and two cultures clash? What will happen when Din Djarin notices that the lovely Prince he’s trying to woo is shaking with fear? What happens when Anakin notices the looming presence of the galaxy’s most blood-drenched warrior sheepishly asking permission to address him as Father-In-Law?"

More Light than Heat by Gluten_Full https://archiveofourown.org/works/30236907

"If everything went according to plan, Luke would be engaged by the end of the day. He would meet his husband today. He didn’t even know what he looked like. ~~~ In an effort to help the recovering planet Mandalore, the Republic agrees to an arranged marriage between the Mand'alor and one of their most eligible bachelors: Luke Skywalker, son of Padme and Anakin. The only hurdle in this match is that the Mand'alor does not speak basic, and Luke does not speak Mando'a."

Separate Ways by PepperPrints https://archiveofourown.org/series/1693738

"With Moff Gideon defeated and the Darksaber reclaimed, the rumours of newly named Mand'alor Din Djarin spread through the galaxy… along with the stories of the Child he carries with him. Determined to meet him, Luke Skywalker arrives on Mandalore -- but before he can get any closer, he has to prove himself worthy of Mandalorian standards."

wreck my plans, that's my man by casuallysavingtheworld https://archiveofourown.org/works/29050749

"Luke Skywalker-Naberrie is sent on a diplomatic mission to Mandalore, on behalf of the Republic. He plans on getting the work done and leaving as soon as he can after the two years is up, but that was before he meets the Mand'alor."

What the Stars Let in by ShyOwl https://archiveofourown.org/works/28481367

"Peace in the New Republic is not coming as easy as desired.

The newly reformed, and quickly growing, Mandalorians and their fearsome king have announced they will not join the New Republic’s hold and it is making keeping the peace become progressively more difficult to the point political marriage may be the only way to prevent bloodshed. However, no one in the New Republic can meet the impossible standards set by the Mand’alor.

Well, almost no one. Fortunately, Senator Organa has a very eligible Jedi-warrior brother."

Where We're Finding Home by ShyOwl https://archiveofourown.org/works/32606551

"Obi-Wan never got to Tatooine with his special charge.

Instead, a man he swore was dead has come for revenge and throws everything Obi-Wan expected out of order. And his plans are not the only one's forever changed…as Jango Fett discovers the Jedi he planned on killing was carrying a newly orphaned baby with him."

Let Us Keep You Safe, Let Yourself Be Happy by EvanescentDreamer https://archiveofourown.org/works/47115250

"Aiden intervenes when he sees Jaskier's Alpha fiancé trying to drag him home, unintentionally challenging the brute to a duel in the process. When he wins, he discovers Jaskier is now legally considered his fiancé, which is interesting, because Aiden's also an Omega, and is already mated to Lambert.Aiden and Lambert have every intention of ignoring the bullshit law, but find themselves quite taken with Jaskier. Now, they wonder if they can convince him to stay."

Truth in Melody by jazzmckay https://archiveofourown.org/works/47310517

"Several years ago, Geralt deposed a Koviri duke, and accidentally became a warlord.

Jaskier, a bard and agent of the Redanian Secret Service, has been sent to Kaer Morhen under the guise of being given as tribute. In truth, his assignment is to learn the White Wolf's conquest secrets and send them back to his home kingdom of Redania."

Stop One Heart From Breaking by inexplicifics https://archiveofourown.org/works/27212818

"Jaskier's been a ruined omega for six years now. He's been bought by more alphas than he cares to count, and sold on again; he knows how this works.Being bought by a witcher is a new level of terror...and then it turns out it's not just one witcher, but three. Jaskier is fairly sure he's going to die. And then it turns out that witchers really don't act much like human alphas at all."

Nothing to Lose But My Secrets by handwrittenhello https://archiveofourown.org/works/26627509

"Jaskier is the best assassin in the Northern Kingdoms. On the most important mission of his life-- kill the Warlord of the North or die trying --things go terribly wrong, and he's taken prisoner. During his time as a captive in Kaer Morhen, he's forced to confront some uncomfortable truths: witchers aren't what the stories say, his soulmate is most definitely somewhere in the keep, and he may have found himself on the wrong side of this war."

the fated thought of you by FandomTrash24601 https://archiveofourown.org/works/24896950

"When the Witcher army makes its way into Tretogor, Julian wonders if anyone will give a single damn about his death. As Vizimir’s favorite “entertainer,” he’s being kept at the king’s side, and the rumors say that the White Wolf’s forces take no prisoners."

Cabinet of Curiosities by aleatory_fox, round_robin https://archiveofourown.org/works/25553989

"It's roughly one hundred years after the Battle of Kaer Morhen - give or take, Geralt's lost count - Nilfgaard won the war, bringing the Continent under its iron rule. The creatures and beasts Geralt once hunted are now mere playthings for the rich and powerful. And the most interesting creature of all? Witchers."

Your Scent Calls Me, Bids Me Home by anarchycox https://archiveofourown.org/works/25752766

"The wolf school is the last school of witchers to create a formal bond with a region of the world, not particularly caring to play those games, but they also needed to survive. Vesemir arranges a mating contract between Geralt and Julian Pankratz of Lettenhove.Geralt knows that as the alpha of their pack he has to do this, but he is terrified of the marriage, worried about the omega who is going to be saddled with the butcher, the monster the continent fears. He dreads the wedding, and all his fears feel like they are coming true when he meets this Julian who is completely detached and cold. But not all is as it seems and when they arrive home at Kaer Morhen for winter, everything changes. And sometimes when we face our worst fears, we get instead our sweetest dreams."

Please help a Reader find new content!

Hey there. I recently finished reading 'for the want of a jewel', an original work written by @formlessvoidbeast and I absolutely loved it!

Just like I loved the 'Accidental Warlord' series, a AU based on the Witcher, by @inexplicifics.

Those fics are both an absolute delight to read and they have a few things in common which kind of caused a want of more in me.

Please help me find fics/original work/books/shows... with these tropes (they do not have all the things I mentioned but it would be nice to have them meet several):

Character gets traded for peace to a most likely hostile party (warlord, king, pirates, bandits, just something they expect to be bad or different)

The trade-in-character expects to be hurt/killed/abused/hated/...

The second party they are given too is not aware of the circumstances of the way the trade-in-character had to leave their home

The second party which the trade-in-character expects to be hostile turns out to be not so bad

The trade-in-character finds true home with the party they were given to

The trade-in-character finds true friends/family not made by blood/love/their way of life/... with the people they were given too

Shenanigans (optional as the rest of them, but they would be greatly appreciated)

If you can think of something which has some or even better all of these tropes, pls comment/send a message! I would be very grateful and you'd help my adhd brain by feeding it with its new hyperfixation!

Feel free to drop the number of the trope(s) your recommendation has, or don't it's up to you!

A big thanks to @formlessvoidbeast and @inexplicifics for writing these amazing stories and allowing me to mention you in this post!

[spacemagicandlaserswords]

The Clone Wars 2x12 ‘The Mandalore Plot’ Reaction

I love Satine. She is AMAZING. She is so fierce, takes absolutely no nonsense, stands up for what she believes in, is exceptionally competent and skilled in her areas of speciality (diplomacy etc), calls out Obi-Wan on his philosophical jedi bullshit and saves his life as well. And the sass. The Sass. It is off the charts. They spend the entire time flirting under the pretence of verbal jousting, sassing back and forth at each other. I love it. I love them. I spent so much of this episode just CACKLING.

Satine and Obi-Wan are perfect together. They compliment each other so well. They’re one of those couples that are just meant for each other. They’re soul mates (if this was a Soul Mates AU). Yes I know what happens shhh just let me enjoy this 

I know I go on about Space Husband Cody all the time but Obi-Wan and Satine are just so good together. Obi-Wan can have a Space Royalty Wife and a Space Warrior Husband, as a treat. Or they could all just get together as a throuple. Actually, Satine, Cody and Obi-Wan as a throuple sounds most excellent. Ultimate power throuple right there. 

Anyway, onwards to the live-blogging style portion of this reaction post.

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Ahahahaha Obi-Wan is pure sass already

Oooh that’s a pretty building. Not particularly tactically secure though seeing as its walls and ceiling are made of glass. Though that makes sense as a pacifist statement I suppose.

Jango Fett was a common bounty hunter? Excuse?!

“Well, Master Kenobi, my shining jedi knight, to the rescue once again.” OMGILOVEHERALREADY

What were those strange shimmering noises?

“After all these years you’re even more beautiful than ever.” Obi-Wan you are NOT subtle

“Kind words from a man who accuses me of treachery.” CACKLING

“No Mandalorian would engage in such violence.” That sounds exceptionally counterintuitive, even if this is a long time before The Mandalorian series.

Did she just ask him out on a date after a verbal joust?!

Those strange shimmering noises appeared again. Also, the ominous music is about as unsubtle as Obi-Wan’s flirting. I think, just maybe, that they might be trying to tell us that *gasp* something sinister is going on here!

There seems to be quite a few lingering shots on the Prime Minister. Does he do something nefarious later down the line?

Naw they’re on a date! 

The little pauses in “It’s so good to see you again Obi-Wan” aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaah

Death Watch. That’s a subtle name.

“Small group of hooligans.” Well that’s going to come back and bite you now isn’t.

“Most distasteful.” Dooku doing the absolute most to chew all of the scenery on this holocall.

First philosophy lesson of the episode. Satine has a damn good point and she’s not letting Obi-Wan get away with any noble jedi bullshit.

Naw he was so worried about her. 

Obi-Wan just deciding what to do for Satine’s safety. I get that it’s probably a good idea but also side eyeing. 

Ok that was not something I’d ever expect them to show in a “kids tv show”, that was rough and intense. 

Is this the first time we hear the Mando’a language spoken?

There’s a lot of religious iconography going on in this episode. The building that Obi-Wan meets the Prime Minister and Duchess Satine in, which looks like a church interior. That hand reaching towards the light.

You two are great and all but why are you sassing each other over the very recently dead dude who is right there?!

“That’s why I’m still talking to you.” SAVAGE 

Ahahahahaha Obi-Wan’s little impressed expression CACKLING

Mining is bad kids

Oooh, a Vizla. Is this Paz’s dad?

“Please try not to cause problems where none yet exist” THE SASS

Omg I love these two. They’re perfect.

That pause before Satine said “meditate” XD

Obi-Wan that snooping around is about as subtle as your flirting

I’m loving the music in this episode. It’s been consistently excellent throughout TCW but this episode especially it is really heightening and adding to everything.

This entire scene of Satine trying to subtly communicate with Obi-Wan without alerting Vizla is peak ridiculous campy TCW comedy

“I’m in a bit of an awkward spot” Obi-Wan does like using that phrase when the situation is much worse than he’s letting on. He did the same thing in 2x9 ‘Grievous Intrigue’ when he asked Anakin to pick them up from a ship that was in the middle of exploding in space.

Why did one of the Mandalorians have an OTT south London gangster accent? 

What are those? Random demonstration space pumpkins to emphasise the squishing Obi-Wan is about to receive?

“This is not good.” ya don’t say

Ahahahaha at the line about the loud metallic clanging sound and the machine about to smash him into bits.

I am CACKLING at their sassing of each other. Obi-Wan is metres away from being pureed and they’re still bantering.

This is definitely me reading far too much into things but that look of relief on Obi-Wan’s face looked suspiciously like an orgasm face. Apt seeing as this is the episode where he reconnects with his old flame.

“Unseemly pleasure” hmmm indeed.

That’s where you’re supposed to kiss dammit.

Again with the random south London gangster accent for the Mandalorian “hooligans”?

“We’ll have to stand and fight. Or in your case, just stand.” OBI-WAN YOU DID NOT

For such an apparently uncivilised weapon, Obi-Wan seems suspiciously good at shooting blasters.

The rock! Satine!

Lol the Death Watch leader just flicked his little cape away from in front of his arm and then the next shot we see of him it’s right back where it was. 

Guv’na? Why the random bri’ish accents?

Lol of course Vizla was the baddie and leader of Death Watch.

Nyoom! Wiz! Zing! Random sci-fi noises!

Obi-Wan why are you dodging missiles with dance moves?! What is this ridiculousness? Also, CACKLING

Satine! There are missiles coming, time to go!

Lol of course he fell on top of her but in this case I don’t care and I will take that trope and run with it! 

“Mine was the more daring of the two rescues.” SNORTS

 Lol at Rex, Cody, Anakin and the clones just randomly turning up at the end of the episode.

[meantforinfinitesadness]

Fantasy Fic Recs

I’m back with more fic recs. I know I’ve done a rec list for fantasy fics before, but just like the Sith Obi-Wan fic recs, I wanted to do more because it’s been a hot minute!

Ships will vary! I’ll be sure to let you know what fics have what ships though, so don’t worry!

Also, these recs don’t contain like...modern fantasy recs, but I’ll probably do another list for those tbh, probably one for like...in-world fantasy...if that’s what I should call it....

CODYWAN

A Single Sunbeam - @lillytalons The first time Obi-wan met Cody, he hadn’t even gotten his name. It wasn’t a friendly meeting at all, which was a shame. The second time Cody met Obi-wan, he wanted to punch him, just a little. Wandering scholar of the Je’daii order, Obi-Wan travels the lands with his companion & friendly dragon, Boga. There's a darkness growing in Mandalore and a people with no trust for outsiders that Obi-wan wants to help but first he has to convince Cody to trust him. Or: 11 times Obi-wan and Cody meet, with varying degrees of success.

light as whispers - @bluemaskedkarma  The west isn’t safe, not since King Qymaen took the throne. There are awful rumors flying around, especially once Count Dooku joins the King's court. The west isn't safe, not for a lot of people, especially not dragons.

It’s an end to the evil (of all Skyrim’s foes) - @nerjetii Kote wants to reach Skyrim to become a legendary blacksmith under the tutelage of Eorlund Gray-Mane. Obi-Wan wants to reach Skyrim to study at Winterhold Academy to become a great mage. Neither one of them is really looking for adventure. Adventure, however, will find them when Kote learns he is the Dragonborn, Nord Hero destined to defeat the Black Dragon Alduin, a burden he never wanted in the first place and that he reluctantly accept.And Obi-Wan...well, what's Khajiit to do when the nice Redguard seems so lost yet determined to do good in his unexpected quest? Why, of course, Khajiit will go with him!

The World Offers Itself - @brigittttoo  Cody and Obi-Wan embark on their journey to find the boy who will defeat the darkness, as foretold by the Jedi many centuries ago. On their way, they encounter fantastical nature, magic and monsters, and secrets surrounding the history of the Empire; sometimes, even a crafted fate cannot always go as planned.

send you a postcard from heaven - @blackkatmagic  “Is this the part,” Obi-Wan drawls, balanced on the very edge of the plank, “where I say I would rather die?”

Bookworms, Warriors and Princes (Series) - @wanderingjedihistorian  Every time he had to sit through another one of these boring events, Cody gave serious consideration to abdicating his position as Crown Prince of Mandalore and running away to be a bounty hunter. His father would never forgive him, nor would any of his brothers, but it was so tempting.Cody slipped through a door and was pleasantly surprised to find that it led to a library. (summary from the first fic in the series)

Peace in the Realm - Rosawyn When young Lord Anakin's elopement threatens the fragile peace of the entire kingdom, Lord Obi Wan and Prince Codex must find a way to prevent his impulsive decision from toppling everything into chaos.  With threats of war looming on their borders and petty nobles squabbling in Obi Wan's own duchy, things are feeling a lot less stable.  And that's all before the assassination.

JANGOBI (KENFETTI)

The Otherlands - @feybarn Jango glared up at the man who was staring down at him, brows furrowed and lips pursed in what looked like disbelief. “You’re Jango Fett?” The man sounded a mix of offended and disbelieving. Jango raised his eyebrow as derisively and dissuasively as he could. “Last I checked.” The man looked around their surroundings, as though trying to reconcile the putrid-smelling prison cell with Jango’s reputation.The man pursed his lips. “I’d like to hire you.” -_- Obi-Wan needs a guide to the Demon's Lair - Jango Fett just happens to be his best chance of getting there.

ALPHAOBI (ALPHA-17/OBI-WAN)

The Lone Wolf Dies (Series) - @mageofcole  Obi-Wan had never been able to turn away from something in trouble. There’s an injured animal in the forest, he can hear the sounds from the dense underbrush of the woods that surround his home, and it's accompanied by the sound of hunting dogs. (summary from first fic in series)

GEN

ashes to ashes, dust to dust - @crablad Obi-Wan surveyed the pub, taking in the various creatures spread out. Looking for a dragon, as rare as they were, was impossible, especially with the nagas roaming around. He couldn’t catch a sight of those leathery wings, and if he did they were usually harpies with their sharp teeth and red hair. He thought he caught sight of something other than a harpy, with scales along the neck, but the shaded glasses, and squirming hat revealed the creature as a gorgon. He sighed, sinking further into the seat. His wings recoiled from the dusty ground, shaking themselves to clean. It ended up just leaving them covered in more grime, something he would have to deal with later. The scales were more important now, he needed to find a dragon… or someone who knew one. His informant was supposed to meet him an hour ago.

[ranahan]

@fox-trot, they don’t make it easy to follow, but granted that TCW is a show for kids, it makes sense the political context has to be pieced together from between the lines.

This interpretation puts a different spin on several things:

Why Republic military occupation is a credible threat and a likely response to Mandalore’s internal terrorist problem. Beyond the ongoing galactic war and separatist support of the terrorists, the Republic is in control of Mandalore and might’ve decided to intervene even if it was peacetime. Only the scale of intervention tbd.

No wonder Almec can confidently predict that Mandalorians would rather side with Death Watch than tolerate another Republic occupation—the last time Republic razed them to the ground (as far as we know, ofc there might have been other occupations between the Mandalorian Excision and the Clone Wars).

Read against this context, Satine’s and other New Mandalorian politicians’ lines read rather differently. When Almec tells the Jedi that the warriors have died off, he’s reassuring the representatives of an occupying power that Mandalore is keeping to the conditions of its treaty. He’s ham-handed about it, but what he’s saying is essentially “don’t worry about the warriors—please don’t come back and glass our planet again.” People have noted that Almec is not a reliable character, but make also note of the audience he’s addressing.

Satine’s vehemence against violence when addressing Republic personnel can also be read in this light. She could be saying that a) we have not militarised, so you have no cause to occupy us again, and b) we don’t want Republic’s violence (military occupation) on Mandalore. When Satine refuses to consider joining the war despite the Separatists supporting the DW, she probably doesn’t want to—but also she also can’t. Not without the Republic’s blessing, which she would be unlikely to get and even trying could end badly for Mandalore.

It also puts a different spin on Mandalorian pacifism. I don’t doubt that there is genuine, native movement there, partly in response to the conquering ways of their ancestors and partly to Dral’Han and the following occupation. But it’s also not a free choice, but a choice that was and is pressed on them from outside. In these circumstances, pacifism—especially as Mandalore’s foreign policy—is not just pragmatic. It’s Mandalore’s best defense. It’s aranov. There might very well be “traditionalist” Mandalorians, who still support pacifism-as-foreign-policy or pacifism-as-the-official-party-line.

Fandom sometimes wonders why Jaster Mereel and Jango Fett are hands-off Mand’alor’s. The answer is that Mandalore’s traditional forms of government have been destroyed by the Excision and the following Republic takeover. The post-excision Mand’alor’s are almost like the line of Isildur, kings in exile. The only form of power they have is cultural, because they have no formal authority recognised by the civil government anymore. No doubt they hold significant informal power and sway over opinions, but they are effectively stripped of their legal powers. Individual Mandalorians might choose to respect the Mand’alor’s word over the written law, but the law no longer recognises them. This is in contrast to pre-excision Mand’alor’s, who would have been sovereign heads of state in truth.

That’s also another question that I see asked often in fandom: why don’t the traditionalist warriors just take over the pacifists? They should be easy to defeat since they don’t fight back, right? But it isn’t that simple, because the pacifist government is backed by the threat of Republic intervention. If the Mand’alor did “win over the pacifists” like happens in some fics, the Republic would intervene militarily in response. The Mand’alor’s likely don’t want to take over, not if they aren’t confident they can fight off the Republic as well. And I don’t think I’ve seen that explored in Mandalorian fanfiction very often. Not that there’s anything wrong with writing AUs, but the reality of their political situation would be interesting to explore, I think.

But like @sootyships noted, this interpretation does call into question the clan wars. Why didn’t the Republic intervene then? The Watsonian answer might be that it did intervene (sending Jedi), but perhaps the scale of the intervention was due to the different policies of the sitting chancellor of the day? Perhaps the chancellor back then was more pacifist, and/or had different policies regarding Mandalore? Perhaps they were dealing with some other crisis or scandal at the time, and wished to hush up the Mandalore problem, because a large scale intervention there would have destroyed their career? The Doylist answer is probably that the franchise was telling stories of different genres (adventures of the Jedi vs. galactic war) during these two events. I don’t know. It isn’t an entirely satisfactory answer, but we have seen irl policies regarding occupied territories change in response to who is the sitting president or the internal politics of the occupying power.

Random thought:

You know how the New Mandalorian government is descended from the post-Dral’Han Republic caretaker government? But nowhere is it said how that transition happened. Did the Republic relinquish formal control at some point (and just continues to meddle in their internal politics)? Is Mandalore still formally a Republic protectorate, even if they have (limited) self-governance? I don’t think the relationship is ever clarified in canon.

[phoenixyfriend]

#9 “Tell me to stay and I will be here for as long as you’ll have me.” with Obi-Wan & Jango & Satine? (... or Obi-Wan/Jango/Satine, I'm not picky)

Hurt/Comfort Dialogue Prompts

Oh, I'm going to make this deeply stupid and AU because I got struck by a plot bunny and I'm taking it out on a prompt.

Satine hates the man named Jango Fett.

They've met before, once or twice. He'd known her father, before the latter's assassination. She'd met Jango when she was a child, before he'd lost his people at Galidraan, before she'd lost her sister to a terrorist group and her father to a blaster shot. She'd thought him gruff but kind, at the time, and very sad.

Now, she just wants him to trip on a pipe and brain himself on one of the many rusted, broken beams around them. She won't strangle him herself, won't turn her back on her oaths and commit violence, but she's not too proud to hope for an accident.

"Pick up the pace, princess."

"I am a Duchess," she snaps, lifting her skirts to step delicately over something that might have been machinery at one point.

The only light they have is from his helmet, and the only reason she hasn't fallen from the fabric catching on some matter or other is that he has a sense for when she gets caught.

He'd suggested that she pull the skirts up to gird her loins, and then found that the numerous layers made it impossible. He'd offered to cut the skirt down to something more manageable, without depriving her of the coverage she still needed in the cold of these darks, dank ruins. He'd then found that the vibroblade did nothing against the skirts.

(She was a pacifist, not stupid. Of course her clothing was reinforced.)

"I don't care," he says back through grit teeth. She's not sure why he hasn't just left her for dead, but she's not going to complain. Much. "Just move."

They've been making their way through the ruins for hours. They still don't know how they got here. They have no way to find out.

They just head up, and hope it gets them somewhere.

(Signs litter the walls, all in a script unfamiliar to them. Archaic, or simply foreign, they don't know.)

"Wait."

She freezes.

Fett moves behind her, light shifting with the noise of his beskar, and then he says, "I'm going to turn out the light for a second. Give us a minute to adjust to the dark after I do. I think I saw something glowing, but I can't tell with the flash on."

She nods, sure that he can see it, and they are engulfed in the dark again.

It's not for long, because the glow that Fett described is real. Faint, far off down the hallway and a pale blue that winks in and out in multiple spots at once, but there.

"We'll need the light to make it there without you getting rust sickness," Fett mutters. He flicks the headlight back on. "Might get some kinda hint out of it, whatever it is."

"You'd risk it?"

"Don't have any other choice," Fett tells her. "Move out, Princess."

----

They reach the blue glow, entering a large, cavernous atrium, just as dark as the rest of the ruins so far, but much less cramped than the previous hallways.

It is mostly floating motes of something, and the something in question makes Satine's skin crawl. She has no idea what it is. She doesn't think Fett does either, but he's a little busy trying to get a scan of the room around them. Satine can just barely see the floor from the blue light, and she steps closer carefully. Part of her screams about deep sea fish and wild space ancients, creatures that use light to hunt, but they've had nothing else yet. No hints.

This place feels ancient. Perhaps the spirits that linger are even older.

"Kryze!"

"I'm fine," she calls back, deliberately refusing to understand the man's worry. She just... reaches out.

And one of the blue lights comes to her.

Fett swears and comes closer, but Satine pulls her hands to her chest, cradling the little light to herself. It's larger than she'd expected, perhaps the size of a Chandrila plum. It's warm, too.

"You're going to get yourself killed," Fett snaps.

"It's friendly," she says. "I think."

"You think," Fett hisses, the noise crackling through the vocoder. He puts a hand on her shoulder. "Listen--"

The lights coalesce. They are, for the moment, blinding, and Satine flinches away.

Fett has a blaster out before Satine can even open her eyes again. She knows the noise better than she'd like. She can identify which blaster it is by the click of the safety alone.

Any Mandalorian her age can.

"Oh dear," an unfamiliar voice says. "I'm afraid that--well, yes, Mando, hello there. I'm afraid that the blaster won't do much to me. I'm already long dead, you understand."

When Satine manages to blink the spots out of her vision, it's to see a glowing, slightly blue-tinged human figure in clothing that is distinctly Jedi, if very... very outdated.

The man--she thinks it's a man, beards usually indicate such--smiles and waves at her. "I apologize for the light show. It's been quite some time since I've had reason to take a solid form."

"I can imagine," Satine says, her voice weak even to her own ears. The man isn't much older than her, or at least wasn't when he... died? Or perhaps he was elderly when he died, and just rolled his age back as this spirit for some reason.

He smiles kindly, and then looks past her shoulder to Fett. He rolls his eyes, and smirks, and says, "Su cuy'gar, Mand'alor."

"I am not Mand'alor," Fett growls out. "I don't hold that title anymore."

"You do in spirit," the figure claims. "None other can say the same, not yet."

Before Fett can argue further, the man smiles pleasantly, and says, "I don't suppose you could remove yourselves from my shrine? Just a few steps back, thank you."

Satine looks down. She notices the raised platform and carved sigils and the stone column she hadn't seen in the earlier darkness, and flushes. She steps back and down, and Fett does the same.

"Now," the figure says. "As I was saying--"

"What are you?" Fett demands. "Ghost of a Jedi?"

"Something like that," the figure allows. "I was not just a Jedi, but... yes, I'm something you could call a ghost. I'd prefer simply a spirit."

"Like the ka'ra," Satine mutters, and grunts in disagreement.

"Those, Duchess, are only Mandalorians."

"Then I suppose it is fitting that I am both," the spirit says, and his form shifts.

Armor. It does not cover all of him--his pelvis and head are distinctly bare--but the shapes are distinctly Mandalorian. The colors aren't quite exact, with the blue glow he carries about him, but she's fairly certain she's seeing blue, green, and black. Reliability, duty, and justice.

Fitting, for a Jedi. The symbol for the Order is on his pauldron, even, and the hilt of his saber hangs easy at his side.

The gasp that comes through Fett's vocoder is harsh. She can't imagine he likes this.

"You--" he cuts himself off, takes a breath audible even past the helmet, and tries again. "There is no way you are Tarre Vizsla."

"No, I'm afraid not."

"So you must be Obi-Wan Kenobi."

The man smiles and tucks his hands into his sleeves, the swinging of the fabric allowing them the glimpse of vambraces beneath. He ducks his head in a shallow nod. "I am indeed."

Satine feels how empty of blood her own face is. She can't imagine Fett is doing much better.

"This is the Kar'ta-yaim be talyc rang," Fett mutters, horrified in a way that Satine feels her own self echoing. "You..."

"Well, we certainly never called it that," Kenobi says, head tilting faintly. "But I imagine that after the siege... Yes, Temple of Bloodied Ash would certainly reflect our final days."

It was one of the few stories that didn't pit Jedi and Mandalorians against each other, in the histories.

It had been the first attempt to coexist, the warriors of the saber and the warriors of iron. None managed to wed the two philosophies the way Kenobi had, but that hadn't mattered. They'd lived together, in peace. The reports had been clear enough, that there hadn't been weapons storage. There hadn't even been real defensive measures, barring the force fields. The Jedi had refused to let war reach this building, even whilst the Sith still raged across the galaxy. The other temples could handle the atrocities afar. The children, the elderly, the infirm, they were all to find a home here. The only weaponry were the sabers and whatever metals the Mando'ade carried in their armor.

Just a place of peace, a home to research, to children, to hospitals, all slaughtered to the last man, and set ablaze after. Nobody had ever tried such an attempt at peace between Mandalore and Jedi since. The location has been lost for longer than anyone remembers, but...

"Why are we here?" Satine asks.

"I wonder," Kenobi says, seeming far too pleased for the revelations of the last minute. He strokes at his beard, and then turns and sweeps an arm across the air. As he does, a whirring noise surrounds them, stuttered and heavy, but growing in power. Bit by bit, the sections of the wall that he'd gestured at begin to glow.

There are lights set into the wall like circuitry, warm and bright. The generators, which much be centuries old, at the least, continue to run.

"They draw energy from the river in the mountain," Kenobi says, before either of them thinks to ask. "Come along, my dears."

Satine hesitates. So does Fett.

Kenobi turns, presumably noting that their footsteps aren't following him. He smiles, and the corners of his eyes crinkle.

Satine can't remember how old he supposedly was, at his death. His eyes are much older, but...

"I assure you, it's perfectly safe," he tells them. "The building won't hurt you."

"The building?" Fett asks, sounding perhaps a little more dubious than the situation warranted. They were already talking to a figure of legend.

"Yes, the building," Kenobi repeats, indulgent in a way that Satine would have found irritating if aimed at her, but rather approved of like this. "The walls are already straightening out, I feel. And the droids are going to be clearing out the debris soon enough. The rust will be a little difficult to manage, of course, but..."

"What do you mean the walls are going to straighten out?" Satine asks. "And how... this place has been dead for centuries, hasn't it? How did you wake it?"

"Duchess Kryze, I didn't wake the Temple," Kenobi tells her. She doesn't know how he got her name. "You did."

She doesn't know what to say in response. She stays quiet, and waits for him to elaborate.

"Is it because she woke you up?" Fett asks, clearly unwilling to play a waiting game. "You're a... guardian? The keyholder to the power?"

"Mand'alor," Kenobi says, with a smile playing on his lips behind the carefully-groomed beard, "I am the Temple."

What.

He smiles and starts walking backwards, gliding in a way that makes it clear he doesn't need to step, really, because his feet don't stay planted where he puts them. They have to follow, now, or risk losing him. "My consciousness, my very self, is woven into every bit of this building. I have no flesh, not anymore, but while my sense of self stays coherent in the Force... the Temple is my body."

"How?" Satine demands, hurrying to keep up. She tries to ignore the way the flagstones shift and settle ahead of her, still and level by the time she steps forward. She tries to ignore the grinding of metal, as it's pulled into the walls like it's soup instead of stone. She tries to ignore the creaking of the foundation about them, and stays focused on the pleasant smile of one of the only two Mandalorian Jedi in history that maintained the balance.

"Do your history books carry the name of my apprentice?" Kenobi asks.

"Skywalker," Fett says immediately. "And... Tano, I think, before she changed it. She escaped, didn't she?"

"Yes, she was away at the time," Kenobi says, voice distant for but a moment. Somewhere far off among the tunnels, there is a mighty crash. "I'd fought until I couldn't any more. My armor, what I had of it, protected me from the flames. I'd worn a helmet during the siege, and it filtered the smoke, even as I lay dying from other wounds... between that and the Force, I lasted long enough that Anakin found me. The others had all died of smoke inhalation, if they hadn't succumbed to their injuries or the flames themselves by that point."

"The fire didn't reach you?" Fett questions.

"Mm, no, the alcove I was in was all stone, and there wasn't anything flammable enough nearby to reach," Kenobi says, sounding distant again. "In any case, Anakin found me. He was... distraught. Desperate. Not entirely sane, I think, but with what he walked into, I can't find it in myself to fault him."

"Master Kenobi," Satine finds herself saying. "What did he do?"

Kenobi's smile is sad. She'd call it resigned, really. He's lived--sort of--with this situation for centuries now. It makes sense. "He took my mind, my soul in the Force, and 'saved' it in a way that would leave me tied to the world past my death. It was ingenious, but... I wouldn't wish it on my worst enemy. I don't think Anakin realized what he was doing until long after he'd already succeeded at the impossible."

"He cursed you," Fett declares.

Kenobi shrugs. "I think he expected the temple to be cleaned and re-inhabited again soon enough. It wasn't, as you can see. The generators have been gathering power for centuries, but the fire destroyed most of them, and we didn't have anything in reserve with how much we poured into the shields during the battle. I couldn't fix the ruins, and with the horrors that had occurred, nobody was coming back. Anakin said he would, he promised, but... he disappeared. He visited, and he spoke with me, but a few years in he was simply... lost. I had a connection to his ship's signal, and it winked out in the blink of an eye, and never came back."

Oh. Terrifying.

"For all that I am the Temple, now, there are still secrets here that I don't yet understand," Kenobi tells them. "Your arrival, for one thing. The sediment carried up the mountain has slowly buried the temple over the centuries. There isn't a way in, save for two tunnels leading to the river, both of which I know are untouched."

"We just woke up here," Satine admits.

"Yes," Kenobi says. "You did. And part of me knows why."

"...part?" Fett asks.

It's a fair question to ask of a man who happens to have a brain that is also an entire building, somehow.

"Areas are cut off from my awareness," Kenobi admits freely. "Cave-ins and the like, mostly. There are one or two that I think I cut deliberately, due to what lay within."

Also terrifying, thank you.

"But I do believe I know what happened," he says, with that same damnably soft smile. "You two are the leaders of your people, yes? Tradition on one side, and peace on the other."

Satine shares a glance with Fett, and then turns to Kenobi and nods.

"Then I do believe it's simply the right time," he tells them. "You'll need to work together."

"I don't think so," Satine immediately denies.

"The Force works in mysterious ways," Kenobi tells her. "And if it brought you here--and you couldn't have arrived otherwise, I promise you that--then it was for a reason. Two leaders, the same people, with ideologies that I do believe are possible to bring together into, if not mixing, then at least coexistence."

"Impossible," Fett says. "The New Mandalorians are cowards, Kenobi. To share a culture with them--"

"Is as unlikely as Jedi and the old Mandalorians?" Kenobi asks, smiling so very politely that Satine wonders at how they aren't frozen stiff at the sight of it.

The sigil of the Order gleams mockingly from his pauldron.

Kenobi huffs out a breath, just a shadow of a laugh the slightest duck of his head, and then he turns and waves open a door.

Beyond him, sitting clean and pretty and entirely free of dust on its ancient stand, rests the Darksaber.

Satine stares.

She's sure Fett does, too.

"That can't be real," she says, her mouth moving before she can control it. "The Darksaber is lost, but it's popped up in history too recently to have been here since the fires."

"I saw it in Tor Vizsla's hands less than a years ago," Fett confirms. The vocoder cuts emotion from his voice, but not enough. "This place has been locked tight for centuries. The saber can't be here."

"The same could be said of the two of you," Kenobi points out.

It's true.

Satine steps forward, when it becomes clear that Fett won't. She picks up the weapon, holds it like the antique it is, square and unwieldy, but so very, very old that she cannot deny its importance. Weapon or not, it is her people's history.

She lights it.

The blade burns black.

"Turn it off," Fett rasps, and she does.

Satine looks back at him, and then to Kenobi. She turns fully, and steps forward, and holds it out to Fett.

He looks at her, uncomprehending.

"If you'd like to check for yourself," she says, and her voice is too quiet, but she can't help it. Something is happening, something heavy and broken, and she can't ignore the pressure of the future in this moment.

Fett takes the saber. He looks at it in his hands, and she thinks he is shaking.

"Your people need you, Mand'alor," Kenobi says, and there is no room for question. "They also need the Duchess."

"Why you?" Fett asks, voice strained and shattered in a way Satine can't even begin to pick apart.

"It was either me or Tarre, really," Kenobi says, with an idle shrug unfitting of the situation. "And I'm a little more... accessible, shall we say, to those who aren't sensitive to the Force."

Kenobi steps forward and rests an immaterial hand on Fett's shoulder.

"I already failed my people once," Fett says, barely audible.

"And now you shall save them," Kenobi says. His voice is firm. It is as if there is no question, to him, about whether or not Fett will succeed. "You won't be alone, either."

Satine shifts her weight, refusing to meet Kenobi's eyes. Her hands fist in her dress, and her mind races.

"What do you need of me?" Fett manages.

"...Mand'alor?"

"What do you need of me, Master Kenobi?"

Satine looks up.

Fett... Fett removes his helmet, and looks at Kenobi with an expression that is more desperation than deference.

"To cooperate with those who would follow a different creed," Kenobi says, so low it's practically a murmur. His hand, still intangible, reaches out to cup Fett's jaw. Fett leans into it. "To protect those who cannot do so for themselves. Our people are warriors, Mand'alor, but to refuse violence for violence's sake, after the wars that have killed our home and rendered it little more than glass, that is its own bravery."

"Master--"

"Listen to me," Kenobi says, and Fett falls silent. "You will need to protect them. The Duchess may have the funds and the support to bring forth education, agriculture, childcare, and so on, but there are many who would take advantage of that peace. She provides the home for tradespeople, but you are the shield that keeps them safe."

It could be a balance, Satine tries to tell herself. Maybe.

Kenobi seems so certain of it, and Satine may hate violence, but she is far from unaware of the pirates and warlords that nip at their borders.

"The foundlings need homes," Kenobi continues. "The stories need to be told. The culture is fading, Mand'alor. Bring it back."

His eyes flick to Satine, and she looks away.

(Her pressure was only ever on violence. Her advisors had pressed at the erasure of the rest, but if it meant children grew up without the worry of their parents dying in pointless battle, then wasn't it worth bending?)

(Couldn't she look the other way as they tightened restrictions on even symbolic vambraces, if it meant few too-small bodies in the streets?)

(Her planet was a wasteland. What did culture mean in the face of so many dead?)

(She knows Fett doesn't see it that way, but she is the only governing New Mandalorian with any blood on their hands. She knows the weight of violence, of lives taken by her actions.)

(She knows it, and she rejects it knowingly.)

Fett breathes harshly, and Satine closes her eyes.

"I agree to try," she says. "If we can get out of these ruins and back to our people... I will try. I cannot speak for my people on this, but to instate the old Mandalorians as a planetary guard... it may be doable."

"Little steps, my dear," Kenobi says. He looks down at Fett, who's... not well, it seems. "The Mand'alor needs some help, I think. I'm no trained mind healer, but I imagine I can help. More than most, maybe. There are few who know what it is to be a sole survivor."

He smirks, just a little, at the joke that he is not, in fact, a man who survived.

It's not very funny.

"I'll stay," Fett says. "I'll... I'll learn. Master Kenobi, you... Tell me to stay and I will be here for as long as you’ll have me."

"As a student?" Kenobi asks, catching on to just the same thing as Satine has. "Not in the Force, surely, but... you truly wish to stay?"

"There are none left alive that I would trust to show me the way," Fett says. Beseeching, he reaches for Kenobi, and his hands pass through. There's a pain in him that Satine can't quite comprehend, and Fett falls to his knees. "Please."

"You need only ask," Kenobi says. "The Duchess will look after our people until the King takes his throne, and then you will rule together."

They'll have to, Satine tells herself, and steps forward. She puts a hand on Fett's shoulder, and pulls him to his feet.

"Where do we begin?" she asks.

[janghoefett]

Telephone Line (Jango Fett x F!Reader)

Jango needs to provide an, ahem, sample of sorts for the Kaminoan cloners and needs your help via holovid. Please check warnings.

Rating: EXPLICIT 18+ Pairing: F/M Word Count: 1.3k

Warnings: Established relationship with set boundaries, yearning, breeding kink (ish), mutual masturbation, use of toy, instructions, dirty talk, praise kink!! jango is in a soft mood

and perhaps you can consider this as part of the hotline bling universe, apparently i can only write booty call themed fics for jango

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Metal tools. An examination table. Bright lights. A stiff metal chair in the corner.

Did the Kaminoans really expect Jango to produce a semen sample in a place like this? Well, it’s not like he hadn’t been able to get off in worse conditions, the bounty hunter thinks to himself... and he certainly had been paid to do worse things than jerking off.

Although he had the room to himself, laying on the examination table under the lights would make him feel as if he were on display, like some sort of specimen. He could stand; he does it enough in the fresher. But, no. He’d rather sit and try to get comfortable. So, with the empty cup in his hand, Jango takes a seat in the metal chair. 

He’s absolutely flaccid, there’s a chill in the air, and there is not even a morsel of humanity in sight to inspire the aid of his imagination. Jango unhooks his codpiece and frees his cock, spitting on his hand before giving himself a few tentative strokes.

Jango closes his eyes and sighs. Naturally, his mind wanders to you. 

Stars, he missed you while he was away... he wished you could stay with him on Kamino full time. The last night you had spent together had been replaying in his mind over the last few days. You just felt so good and you were just so beautiful that Jango could still imagine you if he closed his eyes... yes, he could see you now. He could hear your soft moans. He could feel your soft skin. He could smell the fragrance on your skin. 

Jango starts to grow hard at just the mere thought. He wonders what you’re doing, what you’re wearing... he wonders if you were still thinking about that last time the way he was. 

Well, he could wonder about you all day long... or he could, you know, call you.

Jango pulls out his comm and sets it in front of him, his thick fingers punching in a few commands. He does some math and realizes it was late on Coruscant, though he figured you were still awake, and he prays to the maker that you would pick up.

“Jango,” you answer happily, pleased to see the flickering blue image of your Mandalorian. You’re sitting in your bed wearing nothing but a warm sweater over your underwear. Perhaps Jango would be in for a treat tonight, you think to yourself.

“Ner sarad,” he smiles. “Miss me?”

“Of course,” you smile, already feeling your cheeks growing warm. Stars, the things just the sight of this man did to you....

“Listen, I...” Jango starts. “I need to give the Kaminoans another sample. And I’m thinking about you.”

Oh. 

“You’re thinking about me?” you repeat with that wicked smirk.

“Course I am. Thinking about last time.”

“I’ve been thinking about last time too. Stars, Jango...” you sigh. You shift in your seat remembering just how good it was. “Tell me what you need. I’m all yours.”

“Can I see you, pretty girl?” he rasps, his voice turning husky.

You hum lowly in approval, pulling your sweater up over your head as Jango readjusts the range of his comm, revealing his cock to you. You lay back on the bed to give Jango a full view, left only in the racy bra and underwear he had bought you when he went to Naboo.

“Mesh’la, always so perfect,” Jango groans. His grip grows tighter and he tugs. “Spread your legs for me. Let me see that pretty cunt.”

You slip the underwear off past your ankles and spread your legs, inhaling raggedly at the way you were exposing yourself to the rugged Mandalorian. Your hand comes between your legs to spread your folds, rubbing yourself gently. 

“Fuck, Jango, I wish you were here...” you sigh.

“I know, angel. Soon.”

The low vibrations of Jango’s voice send a chill up your spine. You both stroke yourselves languidly, your eyes fixed on the images of each other. The sight of Jango’s fist around his cock is enough to get you wet fast.

“Don’t have much time...” Jango rasps. “I know you have that little toy in your dresser. Use it for me.”

You reach over and pull out the toy with excitement, a plain dildo that came in handy while Jango was away, and grab the bottle of lube next to it. Jango watches you prepare with hungry eyes as he pumps himself. You bite your lip as you watch Jango grip his cock, lining up the toy and slipping it in slowly, gasping at the intrusion.

“Feel good?” he asks, squeezing his cock and trying to recreate the pressure of your warm, wet heat.

“Yeah,” you whine. You move the toy in and out tentatively, breathing heavily. “Wish I could feel you... stars, you look huge.”

Jango chuckles. “It’s all for you, girl,” he groans, watching your cunt flutter around the stiff cock. “Can you move for me? Want to see how you fuck yourself while I’m away.”

You throw your head back upon hearing his words, starting to work yourself slowly. Jango’s hand begins to pump in time with your movements. Your hips buck as you imagine the way Jango was on top of you last, moving the toy faster.

You watch the bounty hunter as he pleasures himself to just the sight of you, and the thought of it alone is enough to push you closer to the edge. The ache between your legs is indescribable, straddling the line between pleasure and pain, as you chase your release. 

Jango’s grunts are audible, nearing quiet growls. “Fuck,” he curses upon seeing your wrist stutter when your legs shake.

“Jango...” you whimper.

“That’s it,” he growls. “You’re close, don’t stop.”

Your hands continue to pleasure yourself just right, your mouth falling agape as you find that spot. Jango pumps himself faster. “Shit, I-” he grunts.

“The cup. The cup, Jango,” you pant. You come with a small cry, stilling your motions.

Jango’s large hand swipes the cup from the table and he angles his cock downwards, reaching his peak with a gruff groan as he empties himself into the container.

The sight of Jango Fett, fully armored and groaning as his cock weeps pearly white tears is one that would you remember for a long, long time. You bite your lip and take the toy out, groaning at the empty feeling.

“So when are you going to fill me up like that?” you sigh contentedly in your state of ecstasy. “I want to make those warriors we talked about.”

“When are you going to leave Coruscant and finally come live with me, cyare?” Jango counters, his voice soft and wrought with desire.

Your heart flutters upon hearing Jango repeat his request, but you don’t have an answer for him. Kamino was the last place you wanted to be, under the constant observation of those long-necked scientists. You knew Jango couldn’t live just anywhere, and while what you had with the famous hunter was special, it was almost impossible.

“Jango...” you sigh.

“I know,” he says, bowing his head. “I’m sorry.”

“Don’t be.”

Jango tucks himself away as you wrap a blanket around yourself to fight the chill of the night air.

“Stars, girl, you were so good for me,” he remarks, reattaching his codpiece. “I have to go turn this in.”

“Will I get to see you soon?” you ask.

“You have my word,” Jango smiles. “Now sleep tight for me, cyare. You’ll see me sooner than you think.”

[syn0vial]

The Official Star Wars Fact File: Zam Wesell

(Unofficial translation by me, syn0vial. Please forgive me for any mistakes, I've studied Spanish for some years but it's definitely not my first language!)

Zam Wesell was an exceptional figure that belonged to an equally exceptional species, the Clawdites. The bounty hunter was an unorthodox and extraordinary being who left a mark with her short life and career.

The Clawdites have always been oppressed and never been trusted. It is something that is accepted as natural in life. Their society arose due to a gene therapy that cured a sickness, but also created a new species, condemned to be exiled from the principle habitable zone of the planet Zolan. All Clawdites can change the color of their skin, but only a few are capable of altering the texture of it, and there are even fewer that can change its shape. Only a small number—very capable beings, dedicated and with great self-control—could take the form of another being for an indefinite period of time.

Shape-shifting results in great pain and discomfort for a Clawdite; they must use oils and ointments to stop their skin from becoming horribly cracked. Yet, in contrast to even the best of her species, Zam Wesell could not only change form with relative speed, but could maintain it while resting.

Combat Training

In Zolan society, those that deviated from the rigid secular norms were persecuted. Clawdite society was less restrictive, but even they showed apprehension about some of Zam Wesell's activities.

In the semi-anarchic society on the Clawdite-dominated continent of Sultur, where Zam was born and raised, the clans were governed by warriors known for their boastfulness. In general, the strongest prevailed, but even the boastful owed loyalty to their clan. Among them all, the best warriors of Zolan were the Mabari knights. They were part of a religious order that would not admit sinners among their novices. The religion of Zolan preached that the untruthful were the worst sinners of all. Despite this, Zam, when she was with them, successfully hid her true nature long enough to reach the third level of mastery in the Mabari martial arts, before being forced to flee Zolan.

Zam relocated to the corporate planet of Denon, where skills like hers were in great demand. The corporate security organizations always needed new employees and with Zam's shape-shifting ability, it didn't take much for her to ascend to the rank of sergeant. Nevertheless, this was only the beginning of her career. She calculated each step with utmost care; in this way, she quickly rose to become a very well-paid corporate bodyguard.

She was a self-proclaimed "progressive" and never forgot her planet and her people. She always sent huge sums of credits to Zolan, to radical Clawdite groups dedicated to the emancipation of their species; it is unknown whether she was truly invested in the situation of her species or if she only wished to provoke unrest.

Outlawed: Zam Wesell's journey before she became a bounty hunter was a winding one. She was denounced on her home-planet, Zolan, for being Clawdite and even more so, for her ability to shape-shift. After learning martial arts in a religious sect of warriors called Mabari, she abandoned her planet.

Clawdite Assassin

Since leaving Zolan for Denon, Zam Wesell had accepted work that provided huge profits and little excitement. Not much happened before she left her job as a bodyguard and sought a change of scenery.

Her experience in the risky world of industrial espionage on Denon had perfected Zam's deadly skills, while also allowing her to develop a web of contacts, financing, and gear to start her career in earnest. Finally, she could establish herself as a bounty hunter. She had adopted as her identity the appearance of a short, attractive female human, as a means of securing more work and hiding her true Clawdite face. With practice, although not without pain, she managed to maintain this appearance even while sleeping. She also adopted a uniform, a purple jumpsuit that could adapt to both her human and Clawdite forms, and that helped protect her skin.

Above the jumpsuit, she wore a flexible armored doublet and a protective skirt. The skirt's connected segments concealed an impact-absorbing system that offered protection against attacks from behind. Her helmet had its own light and incorporated a commlink under the veil that hid her face. In the heat of combat, her true Clawdite face could emerge, which the veil helped hide. Zam's belt had a series of compartments and essential devices for her profession, including the holster for her KYD-21 blaster. In front of her doublet, she carried a small respiratory device. These tubes inserted into Zam's body and allowed the device to function through her lungs if it was required by the atmosphere. The uniform came complete with a certain number of Mabari objects, among them an ancient cape clasp, an emblem on her helmet, and combat gloves. All these objects were ingraved with inscriptions from sacred Mabari texts.

We're bounty hunters, Zam, not heroes: The partnership of Zam and Jango Fett began long ago, long before she was contracted to kill Padme Amidala. The two bounty hunters respected each other. Zam had the honor of knowing the son of Jango, Boba Fett.

Elite Assassin

It was fated that the paths of Zam Wesell and Jango Fett would meet, but it would prove a very dangerous crossing.

Zam Wesell was considered one of the best bounty hunters of her generation, and she believed it. So it was logical that she would come to be known by Jango Fett, considered the number one in their profession.

One of their first encounters [Syn's notes: preceded five years by their true first encounter in the game Star Wars: Bounty Hunter] took place after Antonin Vigo, of the Black Sun, contracted Zam to kill Dreddon the Hutt. She took the form of a red-headed slave and successfully carried out the mission. Just as she was about to take her leave, Jango Fett appeared. Zam discovered that she was not going to be paid, nor was Jango, who had taken out Antonin at the behest of Dreddon.

Zam and Jango both knew of each other's reputations. The mutual respect that they had and their simiar ethics led them to allow one another to go on their way. However, the two would meet again shortly afterwards when a dug named Fernooda contracted Zam.

We've Got To Stop Meeting Like This: Zam and Jango were contracted to recover an ancient artifact. She let him do all the hard work; then ambushed him and made off with the idol.

Jango, you're always complaining about my shapeshifting: The mutant power of a Clawdite was very useful in her work and elongating her arm to grab hold of the idol that both she and Jango Fett were searching for. [Syn's notes: The presentation of this information is a little misleading. Zam catching the idol like this occurred well after this job for Fernooda, when both Zam and Jango were working together to keep Fernooda's boss from using it in a terrorist attack.]

I know that there's a man under that mask: Zam managed to get closer than anybody to the mysterious Jango Fett, with the exception of his son Boba. Even so, she knew that a relationship between them would affect her work, and thus decided not to push it further.

It was an awkward situation, since Fernooda had assigned the job to Jango, but had decided to ensure its success by also contracting the Clawdite. The aforementioned mission involved recovering an idol that had been in the possession of Fernooda's boss. Zam, who knew that Jango had also been contracted, let her rival do the dirty work before springing an ambush. This time, she insisted on seeing the face of the man under the mask. She was so transfixed on him, that she didn't realize there was an enormous insect, the guardian of the idol, about to attack her.

Without knowing why, Jango came to Zam's rescue and, recognizing that she was in his debt, she allowed him to leave with Fernooda's idol. Thus began the strange and exceptional relationship, even friendship, between Jango Fett and Zam Wesell. [Syn's notes: As mentioned earlier, their association truly began with the events of Star Wars: Bounty Hunter, but perhaps this is the point things got a little more personal between them.]

Partners: Without a doubt, Zam and Jango worked well as partners. The question was whether they were willing to let their affection become more important than their work.

Mutual Empathy

Although it was nearly inevitable that Zam Wesell and Jango Fett should encounter one another again, the first reunion that occurred between the two bounty hunters did not go as either had expected.

At first glance, the mission seemed simple. It involved an assignment that Vigo Antonin, of Black Sun, had given to Zam Wesell, and the contracts from this organization were always lucrative. Certainly, the jobs offered to bounty hunters of Zam Wesell's level were never easy.

The target was Dreddon the Hutt. It was never a good idea to threaten Black Sun business and Vigo Antonin wanted to make an example of him. Zam used all the resources at her disposal to investigate and infiltrate Dreddon's organization. Her Clawdite powers allowed her to adopt the form of a human dancer that appealed to the Hutt. She needed all her concentration to maintain this form during a prolonged period, but Zam was very good at what she did. The disguise completely fooled Dreddon. Hutts are very difficult to kill.

Poisons and blasters could not guarantee that Dreddon wouldn't have time to call for his guards, so, to end his life, Zam restrained herself to placing a microbomb hidden in one of Dreddon's amphibian snacks when he was about to enjoy a private performance from his favorite dancer. The result was somewhat chaotic, but decisive.

A Private Affair

Just when she was about to leave, Zam heard someone approach. She grabbed her blaster and hid, waiting to see who could be intruding on her mission. She was almost happy to see Jango Fett, the most infamous bounty hunter in the galaxy, next to the corpse of his client.

Zam had successfully completed her mission and would soon receive a rich reward for her troubles. What's more, she could make fun of Jango Fett for the murder of his client. She had him at her mercy, pointing at him with her blaster, knowing who he was and what he was capable of.

Unfortunately, Zam's good humor soon went up in smoke. Jango had returned from completing a contract for Dreddon: killing Vigo Antonin! Thus, neither Zam nor Jango would be paid. Fett took the first opportunity to draw his blaster and with that both bounty hunters were in the same bind.

Zam was the first to lower her blaster, with her trademark style. With a twirl and a grin, she pointed out that the problem was that neither of them wanted to make the first move. She then flounced off, leaving Jango alone with his thoughts.

It's a weird rock: The artifact that Fett and Wesell had to recover was an idol that, as they would discover, bestowed mysterious powers upon its owner. [Syn's notes: ...If "mysterious powers" means "ownership of extremely explosive chunk of rock," then yes, that is correct.]

A New Contract

However, Zam needed work. The matter with Dreddon had left her without anything to show for it. A dug named Fernooda offered a contract shortly after she returned to her base of operations, but he warned her that he had already contracted another bounty hunter for the job in question: Jango Fett.

Zam readily accepted the job, since it seemed simple. Recovering a little statue from the natives of the jungle planet Seylott that had been stolen from Fernooda's boss. She had already decided to let Jango do the dirty work and ambush him at the temple's exit.

Jango's Revenge

It seemed that this time, Zam Wesell had won. She even managed to get Jango to remove his Mandalorian helmet. The scarred face she saw was handsome, if a bit gloomy. Then, a huge carnivorous insect attacked Zam from behind. The other bounty hunter ignored Zam's cries for help, taking the statue and running.

My client offered 50,000 Republic credits: The paths of Wesell and Fett crossed once again when the dug Fernooda contracted them to recover an object that the natives of Seylott had stolen from his boss. Immediately, the instinctive sense of rivalry returned between the two bounty hunters.

Heroes of Coruscant

Zam thought that she was doomed, Jango Fett had taken off, leaving her to be devoured by the enormous monster on Seylott.

While fighting to escape, Zam was surprised to see Jango return. He told her to take out all the explosives that she had on her and prepare to detonate them. Zam didn't have much option but to trust him, although she wasn't sure that he wouldn't get both of them killed. Fortunately, Fett's jetpack got them out of trouble. Zam picked up Jango's helmet from amidst the smoke and the dust left from the creature's destruction, gave it to him, and allowed him to take Fernooda's idol; afterwards, she turned and left, smiling as she told Jango to take care until next time. There would be a next time, Zam assured her rival, although this didn't seem to bother Fett.

However, Wesell wasn't satisfied. She had heard rumors here and there, and soon learned the truth about her mission on Seylott. The idol had been under the power of the Force-sensitive natives. The Annoo-Dat general Ashaar Khorda wanted the idol to use as a weapon capable of generating explosions that could destroy an entire planet. Even worse, Khorda's target was Coruscant.

Zam traveled quickly to Kamino, where she met with Jango and, to her surprise, with his young son Boba. She believed that Boba's mother had been killed and Jango said nothing to the contrary. Instead, he listened impatiently to Zam's story about the idol. Zam ended by saying that, since she and Jango had found the weapon, they owed it to the people of Coruscant to stop Khorda's plan.

Under the Mask: Zam Wesell was one of the few people who could elicit affection from the harsh and implacable Jango Fett

A Matter of Conscience

Jango wasn't interested, since he wouldn't be paid for the work and his son needed him on Kamino, but Zam convinced him that there were countless children that needed him on Coruscant. Jango Fett, an orphan rescued by strangers, softened his position and finally accepted his first time working together with Zam Wesell. [Syn's notes: Again, second time since Star Wars: Bounty Hunter.]

Zam had seen Khorda's right-hand man, the dug Fernooda. Thus, she took on his appearance in order to discover Khorda's and his lackeys' plans. They found out that Fernooda planned to place the idol in one of the planet's central reactors, where the explosion would cause a chain reaction that would destroy the planet completely.

Jango and Zam, along with a solitary Jedi, found the mad killer, after following the clues that he and his gang had left. Together, the three proceeded to defeat the gang and recover the idol. The Jedi could absorb the Force of the idol and leave it without power once more; although at the cost of his life.

Safe Return: Zam Wesell worked together with Jango Fett to seize a powerful Force artifact and return it to its owners. She managed to convince Jango to accept the mission.

Zam and Jango took the idol back to Seylott, earning them the gratitude of the natives. They were requested not to return ever again, something that the bounty hunters had no intention of doing. Upon returning to Kamino, Zam was not fooled by Jango's complaints of not being paid, since she knew that, deep down, he knew that returning the idol had been the right thing to do. It was the same impulse that had saved her on Seylott. She said goodbye to Jango with a kiss on his scarred cheek, so he wouldn't feel it had all been for nothing. It seemed that Zam had won again.

Altruistic Mission: Zam's desire to prevent the deaths of millions of people in a terrorist attack shows that she had a certain sense of conscience.

The Final Mission

Jango Fett made an atypical decision: subcontract Zam for the most dangerous assignment.

Jango wanted to spend more time with his son Boba. The boy's education was very important to him. However, the most famous bounty hunter in the galaxy had many offers of work. He accepted most of them and the rest he passed on to Zam Wesell. She worked alone most of the time, although they worked together occasionally, to the benefit of both of them.

Assassination Contract

A man that Jango knew as Tyranus, the same that had given him work with the Kaminoans, requested that he accept a special mission. It involved the killing of a high-order politician who had interfered in Tyranus's business. The pay was very good and Jango was happy to be able to pass it on to Zam Wesell. It seemed like a simple job.

The target was a senator dedicated to public life, something that would make her an easy target for an intelligent assassin. However, the target was also a queen of Naboo, friend of the Jedi and a central figure to the supreme Chancellor of the Republic.

Direct Hit: Ostensibly, Zam Wesell had killed the senator Padme Amidala with a bomb on her ship, but the victim ended up being a decoy, making it necessary to take another approach.

Reckless Driving: Zam realized that she was being pursued by Jedi. Her skill at the wheel of a speeder allowed her to traverse the busiest districts of Coruscant, but her pursuers wouldn't give up the chase.

To Kill a Senator

Zam chose the occasion carefully.The target was to return to Coruscant for a crucial vote, and her landing would be predictable enough. Zam used her capacity for shapeshifting to discover the time and place of Senator Padme Amidala's return.

With her usual cunning, Zam managed to place a bomb on the target's landing platform and then left to observe from the heights of a building a kilometer away. From there, she waited for the moment of truth. Amidala's silvery ship landed, flanked by fighters. The senator came down from the ramp and the moment her foot stepped onto the platform, Wesell detonated the explosive. There were few survivors and the news was full of stories and images of Zam's success.

Double Action

Zam Wesell believed she had completed the mission, but her satisfaction was short-lived. Amidala was apparently alive in the rotunda of the Senate at the end of the day, a very irritating outcome. The woman killed on the landing platform was a double. Fett was angry, along with his client. There could be no more mistakes.

Fett spoke with Zam and gave her a glass tube with two kouhuns inside. He cautioned her that they were extremely venomous, since she wasn't an amateur.

The bounty hunters counted on an ASN-121 droid, programmed with the location of Amidala's quarters, to deposit the deadly cargo. Then, Zam sat and waited for the return of the robot.

It was emiting an alert signal. Zam saw through her scope a Jedi holding onto the droid. Not even the droid's destruction could shake the Jedi, and soon she was being pursued through all of Coruscant, with her skills as a pilot put to the test.

Just when she thought she had lost them, one of the Jedi jumped onto her speeder. In the subsequent skirmish, her vehicle was damaged and she was forced to land. She sought refuge in a bar with the Jedi close behind.

Death of a Hunter

Seeing one of the Jedi at the bar, Zam approached as close as she dared, knowing that he could deflect a blaster bolt if warned in time. Unfortunately, the Jedi was much more astute, igniting his lightsaber with a twirl and severing Zam's hand that held her blaster. The pair of Jedi dragged Wesell's wounded body into an alley to interrogate her.

Ground Chase: Zam, without her speeder which had been damaged, had to flee on foot. She got into a bar, where she intended to ambush her pursuers, but Obi-Wan Kenobi attacked her with his lightsaber before she could fire; Wesell was badly injured.

One of them, the younger one, pressed Zam to reveal the name of her client. At first, she resisted, but then, after the Jedi spoke again, began to tell her captors what she knew.

The poison dart that Jango shot ended Zam's life before she could speak a word. She died quickly from the venom's deadly effects; she didn't suffer. This was the last thing that Fett could do for a friend.