#Sith Obiwan pretending to Jedi is hilarious

[mneiai]

Mandalorian born obiwan but he’s still given to the Jedi, but still wears the armour/speaks the language.. basically like Tarre Vizsla (also could you preferably make him/his family true mandalorians?) with eventual jangobi! I love your writing!

Thanks for the prompt! So, I didn’t go with the armor because he wouldn’t have the right to wear it, but I think it hits most everything else haha

It takes Ala-Wan five planets to find a jetii. When she does, she spends a whole day observing him, blending into the market where he seems to be collecting information, before approaching him.

This was not done. And, yet, she had no other choice.

He was wary of her, as he should be. Her beskar'gam was back on her ship, as was much of her weaponry, but no Haat'ade would ever be less than a challenge.

Still, perhaps using the magic that the jetii controlled, he heard the truth in her words and went back to that ship. To her precious ad, the greatest treasure she'd ever earned.

Her riduur would never forgive her for this, no matter the reason, but she was on the other side of the galaxy on a job that would take at least another dozen days to finish. It would be too late, then, to reverse what Ala-Wan was doing.

She would never understand, born and raised Mando'ad. Ala-Wan had fallen in love with her, had given up her past Stewjoni culture and sworn to the Mand'alor for her, but they were not the same, no matter what the Mando'ade said of a cin vhetin.

Their son was not having nightmares. Ala-Wan could not keep pretending he was, not when too many of the horrific things he had seen had already come true. Deaths, lost battles, famines in worlds the five year old had never learnt of but could describe in great detail.

They could not help him.

The jetiise were the only ones who could.

He held his buir for as long as he could before he silently followed the jetii away, glancing back at her constantly until he could see her no more. She'd explained it as well as she could, but she knew the reality would not be clear to him at first.

When it was, she could only hope her little Obi-Wan forgave her someday. That he understood why she had to do this.

***

Obi-Wan is eleven years old when Master Tyvokka takes him as his Padawan learner. Some might say he doesn't deserve it, Master Tyvokka so well-regarded and a member of the High Council at that, but he had known it would be so. They were both too strong in the Unifying Force and the Master had been the one his buir had trusted to bring him to the Temple. That aay'han had forged a connection between them, even before a Force bond developed.

His relief, still, was palpable. For all that he had been among the Jedi for six years, he still remembered what his life had been like before the creche. He remembered his buire, he remembered their lessons. Being raised as a jetii on Coruscanta would not make him dar'manda.

For all his position as a Council member, Master Tyvokka understood that. He never asked Obi-Wan to give up what little he had of his culture, even though it sometimes made encounters with other Jedi awkward.

As he grew, it became worse. Maybe the other Masters were fine when it was an Initiate slipping Mando'a into their speech or was more interested in hand-to-hand combat than others, but for a Padawan it was different.

Master Tyvokka did what he could. Obi-Wan's lineage brother, Plo Koon, and his friends like Qui-Gon Jinn tried, as well.

It felt almost like he was being mocked, when they were sent to Mandalore. Obi-Wan knew that wasn't actually the case--after all, he was probably the most fluent in the language and culture of any Jedi--but it seemed like a test.

Every moment there he thought of Master Jinn's last apprentice, who had returned home and betrayed the Order. He could not become like him, ijaat demanded that he not. He may not yet be a Knight, may not have sworn himself to the Jedi yet, but he'd worked too hard, had too much of their trust, to let himself be anything but a future Jedi Knight.

When the Mando'ade heard his full name, it meant something to them. It made even Satine Kryze, who they were guarding, nervous. No one would tell him why, as though they were protecting him.

No one would tell him until he finally just asked an opponent while they were fighting Kyr'stad. The hut'uun had found it hilarious, and finally told him of the history he'd not known--he was all that was left of his Clan and House.

They saved the Duchess, his skin crawling and mind screaming as they reaffirmed New Mandalorian power.

He left beside his Master and was informed it had all been a test--that soon enough he'd be a Knight.

Standing in the Council chambers, where he'd spent so many happy hours of his Padawan years with his Master, that did not bring him the joy he had expected.

***

He was twenty-four years old when he became a Sith Killer.

The mission was more difficult than it could have been, but exactly what the Force had told he and his Master to expect. It had gone more smoothly for them, they knew, than it would have for any other pair, the Unifying Force loved Master Tyvokka and the Master would claim it loved Obi-Wan, as well.

They had expected betrayal at every turn, had sensed the Darkness seeped through the plots against Naboo. Neither of them had expected an actual Sith, but between the Wookie Master and a Mandalorian Knight, with a bond as strong as beskar, they were all-but destined to triumph.

For once, Obi-Wan didn't feel like he was precariously straddling two cultures at odds. He was floating high on the praise and regard from his peers, the affirmation of his Knighthood.

He was twenty-four when he let himself forget more and more of his past, use less and less of his language. He released the regrets and grief for his family into the Force and let the Light comfort him through it all. He was a Jedi and that was what he was meant to be.

***

He was thirty-five when he found out that (of course) Kyr'stad was full of liars. And that every moment of the last eleven years of trying to extract himself from his past, to be a Jedi and not a Mando'ad, had been a lie he was telling himself.

The Kaminoan stood with him outside an open door, completely unaware of what she was doing as she introduced Jedi Master Obi-Wan Mereel to the beroya Jango Fett.

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My basic idea was one of Obi-Wan’s moms was a Stewjoni who fell in love with a Mandalorian (who happened to be Jaster Mereel’s sister).

Mando’a used:

jetii/jetiise - Jedi/Jedi (pl) beskar'gam - armor Haat'ade - True Mandalorians riduur - spouse cin vhetin - white field, becoming Mandalorian and basically getting a blank slate buir/buire - parent/parents aay'han - bittersweet perfect moment of joy and mourning dar'manda - disgraced former Mandalorian ijaat - honor hut'uun - coward (very awful insult)

[starwarsfic]

I.13

Originally posted July 26, 2020

Summary: Mandalorians and Jedi don't mix, but when Obi-Wan's visions are too horrific for his parents to counter, he is given into the Temple's care.

Details: Tyvokka & Obi-Wan. Born a Mandalorian, raised a Jedi Obi-Wan.

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It takes Ala-Wan five planets to find a jetii. When she does, she spends a whole day observing him, blending into the market where he seems to be collecting information, before approaching him.

This was not done. And, yet, she had no other choice.

He was wary of her, as he should be. Her beskar'gam was back on her ship, as was much of her weaponry, but no Haat'ade would ever be less than a challenge.

Still, perhaps using the magic that the jetii controlled, he heard the truth in her words and went back to that ship. To her precious ad, the greatest treasure she'd ever earned.

Her riduur would never forgive her for this, no matter the reason, but she was on the other side of the galaxy on a job that would take at least another dozen days to finish. It would be too late, then, to reverse what Ala-Wan was doing.

She would never understand, born and raised Mando'ad. Ala-Wan had fallen in love with her, had given up her past Stewjoni culture and sworn to the Mand'alor for her, but they were not the same, no matter what the Mando'ade said of a cin vhetin.

Their son was not having nightmares. Ala-Wan could not keep pretending he was, not when too many of the horrific things he had seen had already come true. Deaths, lost battles, famines in worlds the five year old had never learnt of but could describe in great detail.

They could not help him.

The jetiise were the only ones who could.

He held his buir for as long as he could before he silently followed the jetii away, glancing back at her constantly until he could see her no more. She'd explained it as well as she could, but she knew the reality would not be clear to him at first.

When it was, she could only hope her little Obi-Wan forgave her someday. That he understood why she had to do this.

***

Obi-Wan is eleven years old when Master Tyvokka takes him as his Padawan learner. Some might say he doesn't deserve it, Master Tyvokka so well-regarded and a member of the High Council at that, but he had known it would be so. They were both too strong in the Unifying Force and the Master had been the one his buir had trusted to bring him to the Temple. That aay'han had forged a connection between them, even before a Force bond developed.

His relief, still, was palpable. For all that he had been among the Jedi for six years, he still remembered what his life had been like before the creche. He remembered his buire, he remembered their lessons. Being raised as a jetii on Coruscanta would not make him dar'manda.

For all his position as a Council member, Master Tyvokka understood that. He never asked Obi-Wan to give up what little he had of his culture, even though it sometimes made encounters with other Jedi awkward.

As he grew, it became worse. Maybe the other Masters were fine when it was an Initiate slipping Mando'a into their speech or was more interested in hand-to-hand combat than others, but for a Padawan it was different.

Master Tyvokka did what he could. Obi-Wan's lineage brother, Plo Koon, and his friends like Qui-Gon Jinn tried, as well.

It felt almost like he was being mocked, when they were sent to Mandalore. Obi-Wan knew that wasn't actually the case--after all, he was probably the most fluent in the language and culture of any Jedi--but it seemed like a test.

Every moment there he thought of Master Jinn's last apprentice, who had returned home and betrayed the Order. He could not become like him, ijaat demanded that he not. He may not yet be a Knight, may not have sworn himself to the Jedi yet, but he'd worked too hard, had too much of their trust, to let himself be anything but a future Jedi Knight.

When the Mando'ade heard his full name, it meant something to them. It made even Satine Kryze, who they were guarding, nervous. No one would tell him why, as though they were protecting him.

No one would tell him until he finally just asked an opponent while they were fighting Kyr'tsad. The hut'uun had found it hilarious, and finally told him of the history he'd not known--he was all that was left of his Clan and House.

They saved the Duchess, his skin crawling and mind screaming as they reaffirmed New Mandalorian power.

He left beside his Master and was informed it had all been a test--that soon enough he'd be a Knight.

Standing in the Council chambers, where he'd spent so many happy hours of his Padawan years with his Master, that did not bring him the joy he had expected.

***

He was twenty-four years old when he became a Sith Killer.

The mission was more difficult than it could have been, but exactly what the Force had told he and his Master to expect. It had gone more smoothly for them, they knew, than it would have for any other pair, the Unifying Force loved Master Tyvokka and the Master would claim it loved Obi-Wan, as well.

They had expected betrayal at every turn, had sensed the Darkness seeped through the plots against Naboo. Neither of them had expected an actual Sith, but between the Wookie Master and a Mandalorian Knight, with a bond as strong as beskar, they were all-but destined to triumph.

For once, Obi-Wan didn't feel like he was precariously straddling two cultures at odds. He was floating high on the praise and regard from his peers, the affirmation of his Knighthood.

He was twenty-four when he let himself forget more and more of his past, use less and less of his language. He released the regrets and grief for his family into the Force and let the Light comfort him through it all. He was a Jedi and that was what he was meant to be.

***

He was thirty-five when he found out that (of course) Kyr'tsad was full of liars. And that every moment of the last eleven years of trying to extract himself from his past, to be a Jedi and not Mando'ad, had been a lie he was telling himself.

The Kaminoan stood with him outside an open door, completely unaware of what she was doing as she introduced Jedi Master Obi-Wan Mereel to the beroya Jango Fett.

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A/N: For the anonymous prompt: "Mandalorian born obiwan but he’s still given to the Jedi, but still wears the armour/speaks the language.. basically like Tarre Vizsla (also could you preferably make him/his family true mandalorians?) with eventual jangobi! I love your writing!" This was originally published here

Basically, I was thinking one of Obi-Wan's moms was a Stewjoni who fell in love with a Mandalorian (who happened to be Jaster Mereel's sister).

Mando'a: jetii/jetiise - Jedi/Jedi (pl) beskar'gam - armor Haat'ade - True Mandalorians riduur - spouse cin vhetin - white field, becoming Mandalorian and basically getting a blank slate buir/buire - parent/parents aay'han - bittersweet perfect moment of joy and mourning dar'manda - disgraced former Mandalorian ijaat - honor hut'uun - coward (very awful insult) beroya - bounty hunter