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guardianakumu · 2 years

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I have no idea how to write a summary but uh. I hope this is a ok summary. 😅 Anyway, I saw the new episode for the Book of Boba Fett. Needless to say, I was very surprised but I wouldn't spoil it. Mostly, I like what they did with the idea of the Darksaber. For this story, there is no title. Basically a small interaction between the Queen and a mandalorian. And just putting my OC into the world of Star Wars cuz why not? Anyway, I hope I nailed the description and the details. Regardless, I hope you enjoyed reading this.

Plus: I should just totally just doodle some parts of this cuz it looks fun to try to doodle. 🤔

Summary: Akumu notices a unusual energy from the mandalorian, Din Djarin. She wanted to see that for herself. The mandalorian was glad to show her the ancient weapon but wasn't expecting a challenge that came with it. Terrible summary, I know.

Akumu knew what it is and has seen it herself. She can sense it while being near it. So dark. So heavy with hate and old battles. Old memories hidden within the blade.

"Djarin." She is hestaint. She will admit that she may be slightly afraid of the blade and its power. She knew Din Djarin is afraid of it as well. The weight it carries when it is activated. "May I see it?" She slightly tilted her head when he said," See what?" Voice was heavy with worry, well hidden with the helmet's voice modulator. She can smell the difference. His emotions is so open and so easy to smell, even his expressions is hidden behind bestar armor.

Distant whispers is heard from the Darksaber. Saying one word and repeats a few time before it fades away.

"Unworthy.."

"The Darksaber." She said as she held out her right hand. He almost flinched, completely unsure of himself. He sighed lightly as he unclipped the Darksaber. He hands it to her. As she grabs it, she immediately notices the energy flowing from it. Her eyes glowed as she can see all types of energy flowing around her. And Din Djarin. Natural energy flowing into him in a similar way as it flows into her. Looking back to the saber, the energy flows out from it. Ever so slowly. It gives power but yet it takes. She inspects the hilt closely, her claws lightly tapped it. She finds that familiar sounds of bestar and Whitium is a excellent alloy. Impossible to destroy, even trying to melt it is near impossible unless a proper technology is used. She turns the saber upward and activated it. She looks up and down on the black and white blade. The energy is almost non-existent, like a black hole. It is absorbing the energy around the blade. The flowing energy from the hilt is flowing upwards to the blade itself. She also noticed how light it was. The blade itself has no weight. She moved away to give herself space and held up the saber straight forward. Almost admiring it's color. She then moved the saber to swipe at a invisible enemy, just to feel the blade. No weight. Short blade but sharp. She brings it closer to farther inspect the blade, turning to its side to see the shape of its blade.

The mandalorian just stood there in awe. The flawless moves with the saber is surprisingly within ease. He wielded it himself but it was so heavy. Each time he tries to use it, it gets heavy to a point he has to drag it. He wanted to question her. He wanted to know how. He wanted to learn. He continued to watch her for a moment as she deactivated it. She looked over as she noticed his smell slightly changed. Instead of fear but more in awe. She smiled, knowing that is good. She then walked towards him and held out the Darksaber. Just as he grabbed the saber, she spoke calmly," Train with me, son." She took a few steps back as she summoned her staff, energy forming to take a shape of her white staff. He isn't sure if he is ready to learn right away but now is better than later. He nodded as he activated the Darksaber, realizing how heavy it was. He tried to keep it up but failed as the blade itself drops into the metal floor. She hummed as she watched him struggle with the Darksaber as if he is holding a large claymore.

The Darksaber once again repeat itself.

"Unworthy."

She sighed. She knew he wouldn't learn like this so she decided to be different than he expected. She knew he has never really has seen her in battle, how she fights. She then readies herself. He looks up, only to see her gone. A voice is heard from behind.

"Fight, Din Djarin."

A sound is heard as he moved to raise up the blade to defend himself. The staff hits the blade, swiftly. He almost kneels from the weight of two blades clashing. Energy flowing out, hot. He looks directly in her glowing eyes. These eyes did not have a motherly feel to them. More like with a dark intent. But not to kill. She then hovered back, moving her staff behind her. He grunts as the blade fell back to the floor. He looks back up. Once again, she is no where to be seen. He looked around, just to find out she can fly. Without a jetpack. She then readies herself, letting go of her staff. The staff then hovers away from her. Her right hand moved and her staff obeyed.

"Use it, Din Djarin. Not as a weapon but as a extension of yourself."

He then grunted again, lifting the blade off of the floor. He then heard her sigh with disappointment. He is unsure why nor he understands what she meant. She then twirls, the staff follows her movements. He was too slow as the staff bluntly hits his right side. He yelped as he fell and slid across the room.The saber deactivated as he slid all the way to the wall. The Darksaber still in hand, he used the wall to help himself up. Only to dodge away from the staff, slicing the wall, leaving behind heated lines. This time, she is holding the staff, now swiping as he dodges backwards.

"Fight! Fight like a Mandalorian!"

Her staff immediately transformed into a broadsword. The blade carried thin purple line around the blade and stops at the handle. He knew that blade will cut through anything, even bestar. His HUD could not register it as its energy is unknown. As she continues to swipe left and right, she then hovered to her left, almost as if she is teleporting. He managed to raise the saber each time to defend but was unable to strike back. 'She is too fast..' He pants as he struggled to keep the Darksaber raised. There is no pattern to her fighting style. She would strike once and jump back Or she will strike more than once. Then, she will jumped or hover back to teleport to his blind side. Each hit to the Darksaber was heavy. He was already getting exhausted but she shows no signs of slowing down.

He then finally was unable to lift the Darksaber and for unknown reasons, the Darksaber deactivated itself, just as she strikes his left side. He felt his ribs crack from the impact. He knew and understood what Akumu was trying to do. He slid and hit the wall hard on his back. He groaned from the impact and from pain. She stopped for a moment to watch him he struggled to stand. 'He is exhausted but that never stopped him... I want to see if he can handle one more.' She thought to herself, knowing he can handle himself quite well. She hummed as she moved her staff behind her.

"A Dragocian Soldier will not stop until their enemy is dead, Din Djarin. Fight!"

Another voice spoke, unheard by Akumu.

Wield the Darksaber..

She hissed harshly as she teleport directly front of him. He almost studdered as he heard both Akumu and the Darksaber hissed. The saber made a hissing sound in his head. Instead of using the Darksaber, he raised both of his vambraces to defend but was unable to hold the weight from the transformed weapon. Trapped against the wall, unsure what to do before he decided to push her push. He attempted to push her back, using his vambraces. But the blade was hot enough to start to heat up the bestar metal. He could feel the heat as it slowly starts to burn his clothing and skin. His arms starts to weaken as the blade is brought closer to his helmet. He grunts, trying to push her away but still failing to do so. His HUD started to glitch as the blade touch part of the visor but it then immediately moved away from him. He fell to his knees, panting. Holding his burned arms, he struggled to remove his vambraces. To remove something that is burning him. After few moments, he finally looked up to see Akumu kneeling front of him. She was smiling," You lasted longer than anyone I have personally trained, Djarin. But I apologize for being a bit harsher on you." She moved closer and raised her right hand. "Here. Let me heal you." He nodded as he raised both of his arms. He watched his skin heal, knitting itself in a form of purple energy. Restoring the skin back to normal, no scars was shown. He sighed as the pain subsides. "Hmm." She hummed as she stood up. "You have much to learn but yet.. When did the Darksaber start talking to you?" She tilted her head as she watched the mandalorian stood up. He flinched.

"How did you know it speaks to me?"

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