#‘Dad Taun we’s here’

[cinematomopographology-smtuffs]

Tipoca City. T-T

#I’m a little behind on Bad Batch #but dear fuckken lord #about to run to the nearest version of battlefront #just so i can giggle and frolick and run about Tipoca City #maybe not think about inhibitor chips #but instead Omega #99 #the arc troopers episode #HEVY #even little boba and Temura #‘Dad Taun we’s here’ #clone force 99 #even though I hated the constant rain every time they featured Kamino #it’s always been my favourite #and Phase One Clones #AUGH. I’M SO SAD.

[tatooines-ghosts]

Ah! I am so obsessed with your No Jedi Allowed AU. Would literally squeal if you posted another drabble. *fingers crossed*

Oh Anon, thank you! I'm so glad you like the AU. I am sad to say it has been kinda shoved to the back burner and I haven't been able to give it the attention I would like over the last couple years. The next chapter has been like, half-finished for a very long time, and I work on it very sporadically.

That being said!

Ask for a drabble and you shall receive! Have a little bit more than a drabble (a good 2k words), featuring a Certain Scene from AOTC.

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Jango gave the Starfighter on the landing an appreciative inspection. It was a brand-new model, beautiful, compact, fast, powerful. He would have loved to give a ship like this a spin. Anakin too would probably turn this ship into a delightfully lethal weapon. He took a scan of the ship and collected its specs for her perusal later, and it would be a good test for Boba. He noted the droid, more suited for navigation and maneuverability than weapons, which was an unusual choice. The way this ship’s guns were mounted, it would be easy for a pilot to take off their own nose if they didn’t properly calibrate the guns before firing. Said calibration would be done best by a droid, or an extremely skilled pilot and marksman – someone like him.

But Jango knew this wasn’t another bounty hunter’s ship. This was something potentially much worse. A Jedi.

He hurried back inside setting off quickly for his home.

Anakin was pacing anxiously around the living room with Lykan in her arms. “Who was it? A bounty hunter? Are they here for me?”

“No, I don’t think so,” Jango said calmly. “Looks like a jetii, must be here to inspect the army.”

“You’re sure?”

No. Jango couldn’t be certain until the jetii left planet without sticking his nose into his allit’s business. It was entirely possible this was an imposter who had caught Anakin’s scent. Or perhaps this was the same jetii who had seen him on Coruscant. He may be here on a manhunt, but not for Anakin.

If he was here for a troop inspection, it was entirely likely that he would ask to meet Jango. Would he be better served having them all bug out before the jetii showed up?

No, there was sense in running and acting guilty if this happened to be a coincidence. No need to run from an opponent he knew nothing about. And if it came down to a fight, he could handle himself against a lone jetii.

“Jango, what do we do?” Anakin asked in a tight voice. Lykan began to cry and fuss in her arms – hungry little complaints.

“Nothing, act natural. I’m going to shower. If he shows up, I trust your judgement about letting him in. The jetii should have no reason to hurt or bother you.

Obi-Wan's mind was spinning as he followed in the wake of the Kaminoan's long strides. It made no sense that Master Sifo-Dyas would have commissioned a clone army without the Council knowing about it, or the Senate. And yet, here were millions of soldiers engineered to fight a war on behalf of the Republic. Who had paid for them? He hoped that the man used as template for the clone army would have some answers.

He perked up as the Force stirred around him, warm, comfortable, safe. A little vortex of happiness in the otherwise pretty inert facility. Curious. His escort, Taun We, stopped outside a door and pressed her finger to the panel. A soft chime sounded before the door slid open. A young boy stood there, looking at Obi-Wan with some skepticism. He doubted they had many visitors out here. That must be the unaltered clone Jango took as part of his payment, his son.

Taun We addressed the boy. "Boba, is your father in?”

“Yep.”

“May we come in?"

The boy looked over his shoulder. "Sure." He stepped aside to let them into the apartment and called out, “Ani, Taun We’s here for Dad.”

The warm contentment concentrated inside the apartment, permeating like the scent of a lit candle. Cozy, peaceful, Obi-Wan felt drawn to relax – this was a safe place.

A short entrance hall led them into a main living room. There was art plastered all across the austere white walls; messy, unpracticed scribbles in a riot of colors. There was a scattering of toys across the floor, not the boy’s, Obi-Wan assumed. He stepped fully into the apartment and found the course of the colorful chaos. At the dining table, a young girl was scribbling across a sheet of paper with a blue crayon. She looked up and beamed at the Kaminoan, "Hello Taun We!"

“Hello, Shila.” The Kaminoan nodded to the little girl before turning to a corner Obi-Wan couldn't quite see. “Hello, Anakin. Is this a bad time?”

“Not at all,” a woman’s voice replied.

Obi-Wan took another step forward and saw a young woman in a rocking chair, cradling a nursing baby to her breast. She was rather young, maybe twenty, Obi-Wan guessed, with blonde hair and sharp blue eyes. And very obviously the Force Sensitive who was creating the comfortable vortex.

"Hello," her eyes slid over Obi-Wan. "Who are you?" The Force curdled slightly with caution, and he caught a current of worry twined in with the warm comfort.

"This is Master Jedi, Obi-Wan Kenobi," Taun We introduced. Obi-Wan bowed respectfully to her.

"I apologize for intruding. I was hoping to speak with Jango Fett." He was rapidly filing away new information. Two more children, a wife or girlfriend, who happened to be incredibly Force Sensitive. How many other surprises were hiding on Kamino?

"He'll be out in a bit." She held his gaze, her intense blue eyes locking onto his. He could feel her brushing against his shields, probing for ill intent. Her attempts were clumsy, almost brutish in the way a self-taught Force user would be. Obi-Wan let her see enough that he meant no harm. He was simply here for information. She relaxed, but only a little.

"I'm Anakin Skywalker."

"Pleasure to meet you."

Her eyes moved past him to Boba and she instructed in Mando'a, "Go tell your father we have a visitor."

The boy disappeared down another hallway and returned a minute later to report, "He'll be out in a few minutes."

Anakin looked back to Obi-Wan with an apologetic smile, "You showed up just after he stepped into the shower."

Obi-Wan smiled back, neutral, polite. "I always did have poor timing."

The baby finished nursing, and fussed quietly until Anakin placed him gently over her shoulder. Obi-Wan politely averted his eyes while she adjusted her shirt to cover herself. He found his attention drawn by the little girl who was showing Taun We her drawings. The little girl was clearly related to Anakin, though her dark hair suggested she picked that up from her father. He kept his frown off his face as he did a little mental math. Anakin couldn't be much older than twenty, and her daughter had to be at least four years old… she would have been fifteen or sixteen when the girl was born. He stepped aside automatically to let Anakin pass on her way around the apartment. When Taun We asked to hold the baby, Anakin passed him over comfortably. She moved to the open kitchen and flicked the power switch on an electric kettle.

“Do Jedi take tea?” Anakin asked over her shoulder, watching him warily.

“Yes, thank you.” Obi-Wan nodded graciously to her, though he doubted he would be here long enough to have a cup.

She turned her back on him again and busied herself with pulling out cups and a pot.

Obi-Wan could still sense her caution, but it was the kind anyone reserved for strangers with unclear intentions. A door opened down the hallway, and Obi-Wan caught the faint scent of soap and steam as the man he wanted to see stepped out. His short hair was still damp, he was freshly shaven, and his clothes were clean. Taun We made introductions again.

"How do you find your army?" Fett’s words were neutral enough, as if eventually he expected a Jedi to arrive on his doorstep.

"They're very impressive. You must be proud."

Jango shrugged, taking the baby from Taun We when he began to fuss. "I'm just a simple man trying to make his way in the universe. As you can see, I've got plenty of mouths to feed." He easily placed the baby over his shoulder, and almost instantly, the fussing stopped.

Obi-Wan was acutely aware that every eye was on them, even the little girl had gone quiet to watch. "Ever make your way so far as Coruscant."

"Once or twice."

"Recently?"

"Perhaps."

The man was purposefully resisting his attempts at probing his mind, purposeful in a way that had to be trained. There were few cultures who knew how to train mental resistance to Force influence. Add to that, Anakin's casual use of Mando'a, Obi-Wan was fairly confident Jango Fett was the bounty hunter he had tracked from Coruscant.

“Then you must know Master Sifo-Dyas.”

“Can’t say I do.”

“Really? He didn’t recruit you?”

“I was recruited by a man called Tyrannus on a moon of Bogdon.”

“Curious…”

Jango’s replies were too easy to be lies, too natural to be rehearsed, and he sensed no guile from any of the others in the apartment. The children might not know, but his wife would know the truth of Jango’s recruitment, and she projected so clearly into the Force, he would have felt the lies through her. Obi-Wan threw her a glance, she had crossed her arms and was studying Obi-Wan with unconcealed suspicion. She didn’t trust him, but not because he was poking into Jango’s business.

“Do you like your army?” Jango asked, drawing his attention back.

“I look forward to seeing them in action.”

“They’ll do their job well. I guarantee it.”

Obi-Wan knew it was time to duck out gracefully. He would get no more information from the bounty hunter. He bowed to the room. "I apologize again for intruding. Thank you for taking the time to see me."

“Always a pleasure to meet a Jedi.” Jango smiled blandly and saw them to the door, still holding the baby.

When they were heading down the hallway, the jetii under the watchful eye of Taun We, Jango turned to the apartment. The kettle was boiling, but Anakin hadn't moved to turn it off.

"Was he here for me?"

"No, jetii don't work for Hutts."

Her shoulder's slumped in relief and she turned off the kettle. "What did he want?"

"Must've tracked me from this last job. Things went sour and I know he saw me." He passed the baby back. "We need to go. Pack your things."

XXX

Obi-Wan finished his call to the Jedi Council and was happy to get out of the driving rain. He had reported his identification of the bounty hunter, the surprise army meant for Republic use, and then mentioned the Force Sensitive woman. She was interesting, but she was not a concern right now. With a baby that young to care for, she couldn't have been involved in Jango's attempt on Padmé's life.

He walked back through the cloning complex alone this time, hoping to sneak up on Fett. He wasn't entirely unsurprised to find the apartment empty, a few items haphazardly tossed aside in a hurry to pack and leave. The daughter's drawings were left scattered across the table with the crayons, the kettle was still hot. He wasn't far behind them.

He caught up on the landing pad. Boba saw him first. Anakin hurried the children up into the ship while Jango, dressed again in his armor, attacked.

He was a skilled fighter, clearly trained in the Mandalorian tradition of counter-Jedi martial arts. Obi-Wan knew this would be a difficult fight, he was at a disadvantage with the rain driving straight into his face, but he wasn't expecting Jango to have back up.

He barely deflected the blaster bolt sent from the side and turned to see Anakin standing on the cargo ramp of the ship with a blaster trained on Obi-Wan.

Obi-Wan couldn't retaliate, he wasn't going to risk hurting the baby in a carrier on Anakin's chest. She knew exactly what she was doing. Jango was able to get the better of him, sending Obi-Wan tumbling off the edge of the rain-slick walkway, in attempts to dodge Anakin's shots and Jango's. Obi-Wan was able to catch himself, and climb back onto the landing pad, but he was too late. The ship was already taking off. He grabbed a magnetic tracker from his belt and managed to land it on the hull.

Obi-Wan turned back to return to his own ship. Wherever Fett went, Obi-Wan would follow. That Anakin was going to be a problem, he had a bad feeling about her.

#no jedi allowed au #shades of tatooine #replies #anonymous #jango fett #anakin skywalker #obi wan kenobi #oh look. it's the beginning of the no jedi allowed part of the no jedi allowed au

[mnmovdoom]

Hello! For the ficlet starter lines, may I request "In my defense, I really wanted to." with Zam please?

Thank you for the ask <3

Here's the thing, hope you enjoy!

“In my defense, I really wanted to,” Zam says petulantly, crossing her arms over her chest and turning around imperiously. 

“And how’s that supposed to even work in your favour??” Jango asks. But you know what? Kark it, he doesn’t want to know!! All he knows is that Zam somehow hid an explosive in the speeder of their target when Jango wasn’t looking and now their target is gone. Vaporased. Kaboom-ed into inexistence.

They were supposed to deliver that Rodian alive!

“That sleemo was working for a slaver, Jango!” Turning around with an exasperated look on her face, Zam says that like it explains everything; but it only makes Jango groan in frustration. They’re bounty hunters, they’re not vigilantes!

“I don’t care! We were supposed to deliver him alive! My gigs, my rules!”

“The memo said ‘dead or alive’ .”

“The pay for alive is better! In case you forgot, I have a son to raise!”

“In case you forgot, you’re stupid rich because of the whole clones thing…” With such an argument-winning statement, Zam turns her back at him again. If she keeps displaying such levels of maturity, Jango is going to jetpack himself down that rooftop and leave her here!

Instead, he follows Zam to the emergency stairs and climbs down after her. They’re both pouting now, and they make their way in sulky silence through empty alleyways on their way back to the Slave I. They’re still giving each other the silent treatment when they go inside the ship and take their places at the cockpit. Zam is pointedly looking the other way and Jango is very fascinated by the console in front of him as the ship takes off to break atmo.

The silence between them is tense, and mixed with the swirls of blinding lights from hyperspace, it feels out of place. Not that Jango has any intention of breaking the silence, this is Zam’s fault! She needs to learn to follow his lead! She needs to get off her high Bantha and stop making jobs personal - in fact, if she’s so bothered by the scum of the galaxy, she shouldn’t even be around him!

Eventually, it’s Zam who breaks the silence. First, comes a too loud, too dramatic sigh. Then:

“Fine, I’m sorry! You can keep my share, since those credits are so important,” The moment the words are out, Jango slowly turns his head at her. His face is covered by the helmet, but even through the inhuman, expressionless T-shaped visor, Zam sees the look in Jango’s face. The light reflecting off the pitch-black visor and the polished surface of the helmet is like Jango’s anger is material, flashing warningly now that Zam has said something she shouldn’t have. “Kark… Jango, I-”

But he looks away, and for the rest of the journey, he acts like Zam isn’t even there.

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Boba knows that something must’ve happened: his dad is too quiet, and he's never this quiet when he's home. It’s been a whole week since he came back from that job with Zam, and though Jango has assured Boba that nothing had happened to Zam, Boba is pretty sure that something must’ve happened. 

The bell rings, and since Jango is busy in the kitchen, Boba puts down his toys and trots from the living room to the front door. Maybe it’s Taun We!

Even better, it’s Zam! Boba beams at her, noticing that the smile on her face is just a little tight. She’s hiding something behind her back, but Boba doesn’t ask about it.

“I’m looking for a guy just a little taller than me… tan skin, dark hair, ugly face, moody…?” Zam’s grin becomes genuine when Boba chuckles and steps aside to let her in. 

That’s also when Jango emerges from the kitchen, brow furrowed because he’s pretty sure he heard a certain someone. Upon noticing Zam toeing off her boots at the hall, Jango’s expression sours. 

That’s Boba’s cue to go back to his toys, but Jango barely notices his son scurrying past him as he walks up to Zam, hand towel thrown over his shoulder. Before he can point at the door and bark at Zam to leave, she pretty much shoves whatever she was hiding behind her back at him. 

A package of sour gummies.

“I’ve seen you grab a handful from one of your belt pouches and shove it under your helmet. Your luck is that I don’t like them,” Zam explains, watching as Jango’s trademark deadpan face seems to short-circuit for a moment before coming back online. 

For starters, Jango makes his own gummies. (Jaster Mereel didn’t feed his son store-bought crap!) 

“Why did you-” But Jango doesn’t get to finish. Zam’s apparent cool demeanour breaks, and her face turns the most miserable Jango has ever seen it:

“I’m sorry, I shouldn’t have said that,” Then, like it pains her greatly, she adds “And I shouldn’t have gone behind your back to plant explosives in that speeder.”

“Karking right you shouldn’t,” Jango grunts, staring at the gummies like they’re the source of all his problems. They’re easier to frown at than Zam. They’re easier to be angry at than Zam. (Now he’ll have to eat these gummies or Zam will be sad!) “Don’t do that again.”

That statement implies that Jango still wants her around. Relief washes over Zam, and when Jango opens the package and starts picking gummies to shove them in his mouth, she beams. The past week was rough, with Zam uncertain of what to do to try and salvage whatever could be left of their friendship, and while she’s well aware that she’s stretching Jango’s patience thin (like she always does), she seizes the opportunity that he’s distracted with the gummies to hug him, passing her arms under his own and pulling him close.

After a moment of hesitation, Jango hugs her back, tight and comforting and reassuring.

#I was asked something #thank you heartxfkyber #my writing #Zam Wesell #Jango Fett #Boba Fett #Star Wars

[holding-hands-and-hearts]

Proof of Life

He had never quite gotten used to the blinding, brilliant hallways, how even the passages seemed like laboratories. They were white and sterile, absent of life. The longnecks never even dropped anything, never trailed rain on the floors, didn’t leave footprints or marks on the walls. Kamino had never seemed lived-in. It felt like a simulation, a time warp, where the rest of the galaxy ceased to exist. He could slip in and out as he pleased, and he was okay with that.

Usually, he made his footsteps as silent as the city’s inhabitants. He walked with purpose, and watched as they looked at him like a specimen on a dissection table - some element of physiology they could not understand. The Kaminoans were not like Mandalore. They spoke palely, circumvented the point and trusted you to guess at their meaning and blame someone else at the same time. Mandalorians got straight to the point. Kaminoans moved like observers, their eyes unblinking, a neutrality that was so wholly scientific it did not seem real. He had learned to read the bias under their eyes, their silent judgement when something was not quite the same.

Mandalorians walked like they owned the place. Mandalorians could be whatever fit best, changing strategies and language and personality like changes of clothes.

So he did.

Today, his footsteps echoed in the blank hallways. Today, when he passed a longneck, their heads turned and their eyes widened, just the tiniest bit. Today, he was blunt, and he did not care. Today he had somewhere to be.

“Master Fett.” Nala Se’s words were deliberate, painfully slow. She blinked her wide gray eyes at half speed, hands floating over the console she was working at. Holograms flashed around her, graphs and charts of data he didn’t care to understand. “Clone Alpha has been successfully decanted.”

“I would like to see him.” Jango stared her down. His words scraped across the room, a rough balance of control and force.

“Of course.” Nala Se touched her fingers to the screen of the console. Her hand drifted to an unmarked door. “This way, please.”

At least she moved quicker than she spoke, her tall frame lending length to her steps. The door swirled open out of their way.

“Clone Alpha is healthy,” the scientist intoned. “He has been released to your custody.”

Jango did not thank her.

Throughout his life, he had never been speechless. Nonplussed. Roused. Interested. Distant. Jango was taught to be calculated, never to reveal his hand, never to betray himself - not his emotions, not his thoughts. Weak points led to opportunity led to death, and there was no in between.

But this took his breath away.

This tiny creature took his breath away.

He did not remember returning to his apartment, the blinding hallways and lack of something indescribable.

He only remembered the baby, how he watched the world with shadowed eyes, how his tiny nostrils flared, how his features were untouched by blaster fire and cruelty. He waved his fists lazily, his fingers so small they tickled, and Jango could not find the ridges of bone beneath the surface of his skin.

Boba grew so fast that Jango suspected, initially, that the Kaminoans had not honored their word. How could a child that could grow a millimeter overnight, that inhaled food as frequently as oxygen, whose eyes sharpened with each passing day, not be modified for growth acceleration?

But no, this was normal.

Days blurred. Jango remembered it in images, tiny moments that he tucked into the back of his mind for safekeeping.

Boba’s face twisted when he first tried solid food. He giggled whenever Jango placed him on his stomach, as if the floor were something funny, and the way his features lit up, there had never been anything brighter. He crawled at lightspeed, leaving a trail of wreckage in his wake, and mouthed Jango’s gauntlets when he began teething. He was so determined to learn how to walk that he spent hours at a time learning to stand, falling over, making faces, rinse and repeat. When it stormed, he watched the lightning like it held the galaxy’s secrets. He loved bone broth, but treated jogans like the plague incarnate.

Boba was two when he got his hands on a set of finger paints. Jango had met up with Cad Bane for a job, and the dry-humored Duros had passed them along as some kind of joke. But Boba loved them, drowning his hands in the bright colors and squealing his delight to all of Tipoca City.

Taun We knocked on the door and he scampered past her out of the apartment, his little hands coated in layers of paint. And, laughing, he smeared them all over the bright white walls like blank canvases, leaving streaks of vivid color behind him. Intent on making his mark.

Suddenly, the hallways didn’t seem like a lab anymore. They were simply home, filled full with Boba’s glee and smudges of disorderly color that made Taun We gasp in horror.

Boba made this feel lived in. Proof of life, in blotches of paint and tiny fingerprints on the walls.

For a moment, it was enough.

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Happy Clonetober!! Huge huge thanks to @clonetober for putting together the prompt list. It looks like so much fun. I will be attempting to keep up throughout the month, so we'll see how it goes? Please let me know if you have ideas for daily prompts, I would love to geek out about the best boys with you.

Here's Jango being a Dad™. I really couldn't help imagining him try to deal with baby Boba (the chaos it must have been!), and I love to think of the two of them completely upending the Kaminoans' stiffness for once. I think Lama Su would have an aneurysm if he bore witness to the mess a child can make. He'd totally deserve it, anyway.

#clone wars #clonetober #clonetober2021 #tcw #tcw fanfic #star wars tcw #star wars #mandalorians #jango fett #boba fett #space family #nala se #lama su #taun we #cad bane #clone troopers #space parents #space parenting #kamino #attack of the clones #single dad life #single dad #finger painting #tipoca city #disaster lineage

[levitatingbiscuits]

For the Obi-Wan prompt, he is undercover somewhere for shadow work and meets jango, they have a fun time, and then years later they see each other on Kamino and instead of thinking Obi-Wan is actually a Jedi jango thinks he’s pretending to be a Jedi

“What the kriff are you doing here?” Jango hissed, once Taun We had left his quarters.

Ben, the karking idiot, had gone the color of spoilt milk at the sight of him. He was lucky Jango hadn’t blown his cover and gotten him tossed into the ocean or executed by clone firing squad for impersonating a Jedi.

“Dad?” Boba asked, losing the cute but ineffectual glower he’d been giving the supposed interloper.

“Everything’s fine, Boba,” Jango said, watching the fascinated glance Ben cast at his son. Ben was honorable, as far as bounty hunters went, but Jango would make sure to threaten him just in case. A lot of people would pay an obscene amount for something to hold over his head, and Jango had very little in the galaxy he cared for other than Boba. “Go work on your modules, we’re gonna talk shop.”

Boba’s eyes sharpened with interest, knowing by now what his father’s trade entailed, and he gave Ben an assessing look. Ben was unassuming when he wanted to be--disguising himself as someone important wasn’t his style, but he’d done a damn fine job with his cover, as he always did. He was carrying himself like a Jedi. He even had what looked like a kriffing lightsaber hilt tucked into his belt, though Jango wasn’t sure if it was a replica or if Ben had somehow managed to get his hands on the real deal. It wouldn’t exactly surprise him if he had; Ben was good at what he did, even if Jango was better.

“It was good to meet you, young one,” Ben said, in that stilted but sincere way he had with kids. Boba rolled his eyes as he left, and Jango didn’t bother to stifle his smile. He doubted that Boba had made Ben’s first few minutes on Kamino especially pleasant.

“Answer the question, Ben,” Jango said, once Boba was safely in his room. The little womp rat probably had his ear pressed to it, just like Jango used to do when Jaster held war counsels, way back when. “What are you doing here?”

Ben still looked a little like he’d been cold cocked at the sight of him, but he was getting over it quickly. It was a trait Jango appreciated just as much as he mistrusted. Ben had never screwed him over before (at least not in a way Jango hadn’t enthusiastically reciprocated and participated in, at any rate), but Jango had been in the game too long to trust a bounty hunter who was good at their job.

“I was hired to track down the person who put a hit out on a senator. I wasn’t aware it was you I’d be dealing with or I wouldn’t have come.”

Jango smiled again at that; Ben had the oddest way of pulling those out of him without even trying. Most bounty hunters would never admit to something like that, because they worked in an industry where you really couldn’t afford the resultant loss of face, but Ben had always been an oddball. It was a breath of fresh air to hear someone self-deprecate when most bounty hunters preferred to self-aggrandize.

Of course, Ben was too skilled, and Jango too smart to fall for it--but he admired Ben’s dedication to his cowardly, pragmatic facade. He might have believed it if Ben hadn’t saved his life in situations where he stood to gain nothing from it. The man was about as noble as a bounty hunter could be, with a healthy serving of death wish, to boot.

“That quick, huh. Hadn’t known you were on Coruscant. If I did I would’ve subcontracted to you instead of Wesell.”

“Yes, well, I’m currently in the employ of your target, and I won’t be swayed without a much more significant percentage of the payout than you’re willing to give.” He hesitated, tugging contemplatively at his beard, then said, “Naboo is a very wealthy planet, you know--”

“Not happening for me either, though I appreciate the offer. My employer isn’t someone I want to cross.” Yet.

“I see,” Ben said. “Well, I don’t suppose you’d be willing to talk about your... other contracts?”

He sent a significant glance at Boba’s door.

“Boba’s not a product,” Jango said sharply. “He was the reward.” That’s what the others are. Products. I have only one son.

“I didn’t mean to insult your family in such a way,” Ben said delicately, though he almost certainly had. Jango let it slide; up until a few minutes ago, he hadn’t known his colleague, rival, and occasional fuckbuddy had a son. All things considered, he was taking everything very well.

And the Jedi might receive the intel better if it was Ben selling it to them. After all, a clone army with the Jedi Killer’s face was always going to be a hard sell, and Ben was a born salesman. Jango had worked too hard for his revenge for it to falter now.

And... he found he wanted Ben and Boba to get to know each other. As it stood, the only other bounty hunter Boba knew was Aurra Sing, and as much as Jango respected her she was hardly a role model. He still had his Mandalorian sense of honor, and Ben was the only other bounty hunter he knew who had even a semblance of a moral code.

That was the only reason he wanted Ben to meet his son.

Besides, they hadn’t slept together in years, and Jango was nothing if not an opportunist.

“Why don’t you stay for dinner, and we’ll see if we can work something out.”

#fwb to enemies #prompt #my writing #sorry this took forever #Anonymous #jangobi #kenfetti #obi-wan really needs to choose another undercover name #tho kenobi is basically smith in the gffa so i guess it works #i wanted to work in a 'lets get you out of those wet clothes' joke but rest assured jango says it as some point #hes a dad now hes allowed to have dad jokes

[atelier-dayz]

I wish you would write a fic where Obi-Wan and Jango had gone on a very nice date a few years before AotC which ended in padawan-induced disaster. Cue their slightly awkward yet hopeful reunion on Kamino.

So I started out following the prompt and then the damn thing grew a Plot on me LOL It’s 3.3k long so I have posted it directly to AO3. First part included below though. Enjoy! :D

The last thing Obi-Wan expects when his investigations take him to Kamino is to be confronted with the face of a man he still thinks of wistfully at times despite all the years passed. Now, that face has been replicated thousands of times over before him. As Lama Su speaks, he stares at the hundreds upon hundreds of soldiers marching below, trying to act as if the sight is expected.

"And who was the original host?" he asks, even though he knows the answer to that.

"A bounty hunter called Jango Fett," answers Lama Su. 

--And that is not what he had expected, but explains a lot. 

He had known the man as Jaster, but of course Jango Fett, the missing Mand'alor long presumed dead, would have used an alias with him. And not just any alias, but the name of a parent -- Mand'alor Jaster Mereel the Reformer. Again, it explains a lot.

"And where is this bounty hunter now?" he asks. 

Which is how, shortly after, he ends up in front of a door in a sterile hallway identical to all the others he's been in while on Kamino. 

He's not sure what to expect. They had parted quite abruptly all those years ago. And now this development with the clones, not to mention the mystery of Padme's assassin...

The door slides open before he's remotely prepared, and they're greeted by --

Boba. Adorable little Boba, he remembers, looking older and exactly the same age as the young clones he'd seen in that classroom.

Before Taun We can speak, Boba's eyes widen at the sight of him and a smile brightens his face. 

"Obi!" he exclaims, and Obi-wan blinks at his good cheer.

"I... Hello, Boba," Obi-wan says. "I didn't think you would remember me. You were very young." 

"Of course I remember you! Come on, you have to see Dad." Boba grabs hold of Obi-wan's wrist, tugging him into the apartment with great strength and enthusiasm. "Dad! Dad! Guess who's here!" 

They stop in the main area of the apartment, where a small kitchen flows directly into a dining area and living area. Boba lets go of him to start bustling away in the kitchen.

"You are acquainted?" Taun We asks, and Obi-wan has no choice but to nod. 

The hiss of a door opening stops him from speaking. He turns as the entering footsteps falter for a moment, barely detectable, and then he faces Ja--Jango Fett. 

Jango looks a little older, a little more weather-beaten, but still just as handsome as Obi-wan remembers. He's rolling up his shirtsleeves, baring strong forearms, and Obi-wan tries not to stare, though Jango is staring right back at him. 

"Jango, welcome back. Was your trip productive?" Taun We greets. 

"Fairly," Jango answers, his gaze remaining on Obi-wan. 

"This is Jedi Master Obi-wan Kenobi, though I understand you have met," says Taun We. "He has come to check on our progress."

Jango raises his eyebrows at Obi-wan in an almost exaggerated motion. "Jedi Master," he repeats. "Congratulations on the title, I presume."

At a loss for words, Obi-wan can only tilt his head in a nod, smiling reflexively in thanks. 

They stare at each other for long, protracted seconds, though Jango’s dark eyes are no longer as readable as they had once been to Obi-wan. He notes one or two new scars on Jango’s face.

Then Jango breaks eye contact, turning to Taun We. 

"Master Kenobi and I should get reacquainted," Jango says. "I’ll take him wherever he needs to go next."

"Very well. Master Kenobi, I am available should you have more questions later," Taun We says with a tilt of her head. "I hope you have a productive meeting."

Continue reading on AO3 due to length

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[trixree]

I HAVE to share this with someone (Bad Batch spoilers ahead, I'm on mobile and I can't do a read more break so proceed with caution)

Okay so my partner gets a real kick out of doing a young!Boba impression saying, "Dad! Taun We is here!" and it's so good and very funny and it makes me giggle

So I'm laying in bed reading and he comes out of the bathroom and goes, in his most perfect young!Boba voice:

"DAD. TAUN WE IS DEAD."

And I lost my fucking shit.

He concluded, "Taun We will never be here again" and I am losing my fucking mind

#the dad batch #trixree speaks #i am CACKLING and it is 11pm send help

[capricornus-rex]

Playing Pretend (3)

Requested by @calkesttiss​ | Prompt:

Hi! I just watched isi & ossi (rich girl and poor boxer boy AH) on netflix and now i cant stop thinking about cal and fake dating. Do with that what you will 😂

Cal Kestis x Reader

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3 of ?

The next morning, you’ve slept in. The first thing your puffy eyes see was Tazha sitting by your dresser stool and touching every single bottle on the table. You sat up but that still didn’t get her attention.

“Since when have you been here?”

Tazha turned her head to you, she exclaimed as if she was surprised to see you awake.

“Well, good morning, sunshine!”

You lay back to your bed but Tazha prompt stood up, marched towards you and pulled away the blanket from your body.

“Ohhh no, you’ve been asleep for far too long!”

Your eyelids shot up and flicked to Tazha.

“What time is it?”

Tazha snatched up the clock on your nightstand and showed the time right in front of you. You groaned and rubbed the bridge of your nose.

“What’d you do last night?”

She wasn’t expecting you to smile and scoff through your nostrils. Tazha tilted her head in confusion as she studied your expression.

“Crazy night, I’ll tell you more in a bit,”

You stood up to go to the bathroom and wash your face. By the time you came back out to rejoin Tazha, you narrated everything that happened right after your conversation via the holotable ended. She is the only person who knows your nightly escapades. You mentioned your run-in with your new friend.

“Well, it sounds like you two had fun kicking the asses out of those muggers,”

“He was probably judging my fighting techniques. I was still sloppy,”

Tazha stands up from your bedside.

“Come on. Our dads are downstairs, they’re probably working on the party that you told me about. Get dressed.”

The conversation was indistinct but audible from your bedroom in the second floor, both you and Tazha arrived in the living room where her father and yours were discovering over business matters. You didn’t last long in the living room, you dragged Tazha away to the smaller dining hall where you usually make your own food. She sat by the barstool on the center island, watching you rummage and fix up something to eat.

“Why don’t you call one of your cooks to do it for you?”

“No, it’s fine. Not everything I need has to be done by someone else,”

When you settled down on a seat opposite Tazha, she immediately saw the firm expression painted all over your face.

“What have they talked about so far, Tazha?”

“I’ve only heard much,”

“Like what? Start from the very beginning,”

Tazha started off with the part that obviously her family is invited to your father’s party, she got to the better and relevant parts—one of which is that she had picked up a name from their conversation earlier while you were asleep.

“They’ve invited the Ithrels. Your dad said something like sponsor or something,”

“He’s made the Ithrel family his sponsors,” you deduced.

“You make it sound like that’s a bad thing,”

“Just a feeling. Thanks for covering for me, Tazha,”

Today was a busy day for your parents. You were left alone in the dark as you watch them confer with one another and with different people via the living room holotable. As a child, it was something you never understood, it was also the reason why you felt estranged from them—despite giving you what you could ever want and need or both.

Why did they always choose to speak with projections of people through a machine over their own daughter in the flesh who is always watching them from the door?

There was very little interaction between you and your parents. Perhaps the only interaction you’ve had so far from either of them was your mother calling for you to go to the atelier room. When you got there, five people who introduced themselves as designers lined up in front of you. Beside them was a mannequin wearing a dress of their making.

“I had them called here because I want you to pick out a dress for your father’s banquet.”

None of the dresses seemed to impress you. You approached every single one, each designer either smiled at you or stiffened from nervousness—probably because your approval was their prize, a ridiculous competition.

Your fingers felt the fabric of each dress, your hand slid down to the skirts’ lengths, and then you move on to the next dress. They were beautiful indeed. But you’ve no need of them, other girls could’ve felt like royalty for a night in dresses like those. To spite your mother, you twirled to face her and give your verdict.

“Sorry, but I believe I have more than enough dresses for a party like this,”

You crossed your arms. Wrinkles appeared on Yasina’s forehead upon hearing your answer. The designers were just as confused themselves.

“I beg your pardon?”

“Mom, there’s so much dresses in my wardrobe that I practically need a warehouse! I think I have enough to choose from in my closet instead of this. Send them back. Have them make a dress for you if that makes you feel any better,”

It all happened so fast for your mother, you walked out and headed for your room, realizing that there isn’t much to do in your own house.

“They’re probably too busy to even care that I’m gone,” you muttered it to yourself with great scorn, lousily tying your hair in a messy ponytail and then proceeded to march out of the house.

You were on your way to downtown again. You put on the hood of your poncho and suddenly you were one of the common faces in the crowd. The destination was your favorite pub, back in the Tipsy Taun-Taun.

The Balosar barkeeper greeted you as soon as you entered.

“You’re early,”

“Whatever, I’m a paying customer.”

“Just sayin’.”

He said he’ll be whipping up a glass of Merenzane Gold for you, but you stopped him there and ordered a glass of Meiloorun Juice instead.

“Aww, so the little princess got a hangover?” the Balosar jeered.

“No, I didn’t!”

The keeper proceeded to make your drink, you searched for a seat; the place is so much quieter in the day than in the night. Nonetheless, you enjoyed it either time of the day. When the drink was ready, Balosar called your name and you stood up from your table. As you were about to reach for the drink, another patron—a Devaronian—snatched it and finished it in a single gulp. It all happened in a flash that you still took a minute to process what he just did.

“That was my drink!”

“Tab’s on you, missy,”

You whipped out your blaster from the flap of your poncho, you clicked the safety and pointed the barrel at his nape. His chuckle sounded more like a grumble.

“Ooh, I’m scared. What’s the little princess gonna do with a big boy’s gun?”

“Wouldn’t you like to know, ass-wipe?”

That struck a chord on the hulking Devaronian, he swung his arm and flicked away the blaster from your hand. He raised his arms in a charging attack at you, you dodged soon enough that his clenched fists landed on a table, partially shattering it in the middle; you got your blaster back and attempted to aim the blaster at him, but your hands were trembling so much that the shot merely grazed his waist. He howled in pain but immediately shrugged it off.

You were doing well in dodging the enemy’s blows, swinging his left and right arm alternately which you cleanly ducked from.

“Stay still and let me claw that pretty little face!” he roared.

A large glass bottle shattered on the back of the Devaronian’s head. The impact wasn’t hard enough to render him unconscious, although it stunned him enough to lower his defenses. When he turned around, much to your surprise, it was Cal.

“We gotta stop meeting like this,” he casually said despite the mood of the predicament.

“I strongly agree,”

Once again, you two were a tag team. It was now two against one. Normally, a Devaronian thug could take two humans no problem. But apparently that urban belief betrays the Devaronian. He was bombarded with your kicks, using anything around you as a weapon against him, Cal wasn’t using his lightsaber but his fists and he threw them so hard that you could hear the impact land on the enemy’s cheek.

Cal was the one to deliver the last blow. The Devaronian fell to the floor, the barkeeper leaned over the bar to check the knocked-out patron.

“Yep, he’s out cold, alright!”

“Thanks… again,”

“You’re welcome… again.”

A brief pause between the two of you, and the Balosar is just there standing awkwardly.

“Let me buy you a drink,” you gently tapped Cal on the chest with the back of your hand, then you turned to the Balosar. “The last one isn’t on me, understood?”

You ordered the same drink for the two of you. Like last night, both of you talked over anything that you could think of.

“Where did you learn to fight?” he asked after taking a sip.

You stammered, “Oh, uh… I had a trainer but only for a short while. Then I picked up some more moves by myself—it’s been like that ever since,”

“Hey, there’s room for improvement,”

“Was I sloppy?”

Cal shrugged and avoided the question by chugging all of what’s left of his drink. Your lips pursed a smile. You finished yours as well, you tossed a credit to the barkeeper.

“Follow me,”

“What?”

“Come on!”

Both of you left the bar and Cal followed you to the backstreets one block away from the pub. You scaled the buildings and ended up in the rooftop.

“What are we doing here?”

“I was hoping you’d teach me, since you fight better than I do.”

“It’s gonna take some time,”

“I don’t care,”

Cal saw that there is no other way in getting around with you. You were your own brand of stubborn, but he felt that you got spirit. The rest of the day was spent with Cal training you basic combat moves in case of street fights and cantina brawls like yesterday and today.

“So, where you from around these parts?”

Your fighting stance softened when he asked that question, you knew you had to make up the vaguest possible answer quick.

“Oh… a little far from here,”

“Do you hang around here more often?”

“Yeah,”

He stopped asking questions and continued giving you pointers on how to dodge, take the upper hand, and exploit an enemy’s weakness. The session lasted until dusk, you didn’t even notice the time pass. You hurried to leave the rooftop, leaving a confused Cal watching you run away from his vantage point.

“And there you go again,” he muttered under his breath.

“Boo-woop!”

“Yeah... I guess she’s kinda cute,”

A small smirk curled at the corner of his lip.

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[crystal-siren]

Other Worlds (Obi-Wan x Reader) Pt.4

Part 1  Part 2  Part 3

@dovies666

You’re important to me. I think if there’s anything that will last forever, it’s that. Whether we separate, stay in touch or rarely speak again, you will always be that little someone I really do care for, that I would sacrifice everything for to protect and keep safe. ~ Beau Taplin // Feality

As he followed the Prime Minister’s assistant down many passageways, Obi-Wan began to wonder if this ‘host’ for the clones, had anything to do with the attacks on the Senator and Y/N’s disappearance. His thoughts were interrupted when they suddenly stopped in front of a rather non-descript door.

Waving his hand seems to initiate a doorbell, of sorts. They did not have to wait long until the door slid open and a boy greeted them silently. Obi-Wan noticed that he was identical to the boys back in the classroom he had observed earlier.

“Boba,” the alien spoke, thus introducing the boy. “Is your father here?”

Silences answers them for a short while before the boy nods. “Yep.”

“May we see him?” The Kaminoan asked.

The boy, Boba, nodded again before answering, “sure.” Stepping to the side, he allows both Obi-Wan and his guide to enter the apartment beyond. As they enter, Boba announces their arrival to his father, “dad! Taun We’s here.”

His son’s words draw the bounty hunter out of his bedroom. If he was surprised by the company, he did not show it. His expression remained impassive, even when Taun We introduced Obi-Wan and explained his reason for being there.

“Your clones are very impressive. You must be very proud.” There was truth in what he said and Obi-Wan hoped he sounded convincing enough.

“I’m just a simple man trying to make my way in the universe, Master Jedi.” The complement was brushed to the side as Jango eyed his visitor.

Obi-Wan smiled slightly, not the least bit convinced. “Aren’t we all.” His gaze momentarily wandered over the apartment when something caught his eye. An open door displayed segments of body armour, similar to the one Obi-Wan had seen Zam Wesell’s killer wear. While this seemed proof enough that this man was involved, another item snagged his attention. The cylindrical shape of an all too familiar lightsaber rested against the armour. Y/N. There was no doubt in his mind that that weapon was her’s. What was it doing here?

Jango, however had noticed this silent observation and moved to stand in front of the door, blocking Obi-Wan’s view.

“Ever make you way as far into the interior as Coruscant?” He was curious to see how the man would respond.

Jango answered without hesitation. “Once or twice.”

“Recently?”

Jango narrowed his eyes at the Jedi, “possibly.”

Obi-Wan then decided to take a slightly different route. “Then you must know Master Sifo-Dyas.”

Briefly speaking to his son in a different language, Jango turned his attention back to the Jedi. “Master who?”

“Sifo-Dyas,” Obi-Wan supplied, “isn’t he the one that hired you for this job?”

Jango shook his head. “Never heard of him. I was recruited by a man called Tyranus on one of the moons of Bogden.”

Curious, Obi-Wan thought to himself. Out-loud he said, “No? I thought...”

Taun We then spoke up for the first time since the introductions. “Sifo-Dyas told us to expect him. And he showed up just when your Jedi Master said he would. We have kept the Jedi’s involvement secret until your arrival, just as your Master requested.”

Obi-Wan nodded, deep in thought.

“Do you like your army?” Jango asked, breaking up his thoughts.

Obi-Wan looked him straight in the eye. “It seems to me it’s your army, being that they are all clones like you.”

The man seemed pleased, “they’ll do their job well. I guarantee that.”

No doubt. Obi-Wan did not break eye contact as he spoke, “I look forward to seeing them in action.” Bowing slightly, he made his farewell, “thank you for your time Jango.”

“Always a pleasure to meet a Jedi.” Jango’s words gave Obi-Wan an unpleasant feeling. Was he talking about Y/N as well? Did he know where she was? Was he the one that had taken her?

Upon exiting the apartment, Obi-Wan knew that the Council had to be told everything.

~ ~ ~

Nightmarish visions of his mother had led him here. To Tatooine. Breathing in the all too familiar dry hot air, Anakin led Padme across the dusty marketplace of Mos Espa.

He approached a well known shop with an all too familiar blue skinned alien sitting out the front.

“Excuse me?” Anakin spoke in Huttese, the same language as what the alien had previously been speaking.

Looking up from his work, the creature eyed Anakin suspiciously. “What? I don’t know you,” he continued to speak in the same language as before, oblivious as to who stood before him. “What can I do for you?” His eyes then widened as he took note of Anakin’s attire, “You look like a Jedi. Whatever it is...I didn’t do it.” In his panic, he dropped the screwdriver he was holding and swore quite colourfully.

“Here,” Anakin reached for a piece of machinery, obviously in need of fixing. “Let me help you with that.” His actions did not go unnoticed by the alien in front of them, who blinked at Anakin in surprise.

“I’m looking for Shmi Skywalker,” Anakin continued speaking Huttese as he proceeded to fix what he was holding.

His words cause the creature to narrow his eyes at him until realisation dawned. “Annie? Little Annie ?” His suspicions were confirmed when the machinery in Anakin’s hands sprung to life. “You are Annie! It is you.”

Anakin seemed unaffected by the small alien’s surprise and attempt to make conversation. His patience was running dangerously low, “my mother...?” He interrupted.

“Oh yeah, Shmi..”the blue alien scratched the back of his neck and paused a little before answering. “She’s not mine no more...I sold her.”

Anakin didn’t know how to process this information. Blinking he met the creature’s gaze, “sold her?” His voice shook ever-so-slightly.

“Years ago. Sorry Annie, but you know, business is business,” he tried to brush it off but Anakin had no intention of letting him. “Sold her to a moisture farmer named Lars,” the alien said by way of explanation. “At least I think it was Lars, he said thoughtfully before perking up. “Believe it or not, I heard he freed her and married her!”

“Do you know where they are?” The look in Anakin’s eyes and the set of his jaw seemed to get the message across.

“Long way from here,” his former owner murmured, “someplace over on the other side of Mos Eisely, I think...”

Anakin’s expression didn’t change, “I’d like to know.”

Quickly taking the hint, the blue alien led Anakin and Padme inside. “Absolutely, let’s go and have a look at my records.”

~ ~ ~

Now was one of those times that Y/N really wished she had her comlink. Not that it would do her much good with bound hands.

Surely someone would have noticed her absence by now. Y/N prayed and hoped that someone had taken the hint and noticed that while she may have been gone, her precious ship was still there.

This man, the one that held her on this Force-forsaken planet, still had the audacity not to introduce himself. Y/N hated being in the dark. It was as though he expected her to know who he was.

The way he addressed her when he had found her by the foundries, was the way one might speak to a youngling.

Looking down at her hands, Y/N groaned as her eyes landed on a chain that ran from the wall to the cuffs around her bruised wrists. She yanked on them experimentaly and screamed in frustration when nothing happened. “I’m not an animal.” She shouted to anyone that might be listening. No matter how hard or often she pulled, the chain would not dislodge from the wall.

“Then I suggest you stop acting like one.”

Y/N ground her teeth in frustration at the voice. Turning to face him, she sent him a withering look and curled her lips. “How. Dare. You.” Lurching towards him, she was brought to a halt by the chain. “Let me go. Right now.”

“I’m afraid I can’t do that.”

Y/N raised an eyebrow, “you mean you don’t want to.”

The man sighed as though he was dealing with a stubborn child. “The Council has received your distress signal. I imagine a rescue party is on its way as we speak.”

This brought her up short. “But I didn’t send one,” her brow furrowed in confusion. Then it hit her. “No.” Her voice became a strangled whisper. Looking up, she looked her visitor in the eye. “Who is coming? Who did they send?” Her already tormented mind could only think of one name and she prayed that it wouldn’t be him.

“Someone who knows you better than, perhaps you know yourself.”

Y/N shook her head, struggling to keep her emotions in check. “They wouldn’t.”

“Master Kenobi is on his way as we speak.”

That name shattered any resolve she may have had left. She tore at the chains harder than before. “You’re lying,” she hissed. Her heart hammered in her chest at the prospect. “No. Please. Anyone but him.”

The man only smiled coldly. His suspicion was confirmed. For years now, he had kept an eye on her, watching her. In all that time, he found that she only had one weakness and now he intended to exploit that.

As he turned to leave, she tried once again to reach him. The sound of the chain snapping taut made his smile grow. Perhaps his Master was right and emotional torture was worse than physical.

Fighting to keep the impending tears at bay, Y/N watched him leave and the moment the door closed, she let go of the control she had been clinging to. Her scream of denial echoed off her cell’s stone walls. This really couldn’t be happening. It had to be a nightmare, it had to be. Collapsing against the wall, Y/N closed her eyes and her tortured mind went to the only place that would grant it some peace. Oh Obi-Wan, she thought sadly.

~ ~ ~

The moment that he left the building, Obi-Wan was soaked to the bone. Making his way over to where his starfighter was waiting. With every step, he looked to see if anyone was watching. Sensing and seeing no one, he promptly turned back the way he had come. Relying heavily on his memory, Obi-Wan traced his steps back to Jango’s apartment. The moment he entered, he was met with the tell-tale signs of a hurried departure. The bedroom door was thrown open and the body armour was gone. Obi-Wan immediately began to look for her lightsaber, he could not think of anyone other than her wielding it.

Obi-Wan, the sound of his name brought him up short. That was her voice and she sounded so sad. How he had longed to hear her voice since her disappearance, if only to make sure she was safe.

His search for her weapon proved to be fruitless and as he was about to turn and leave the apartment, something small and metal caught his eye. Picking it up, he noticed that this one was her’s as well. Tightening his grip on it, he noticed a small screen off to the side and watched with widened eyes as he watched Jango and his son prep their ship for take-off.

Confident that he had something to do with Y/N’s absence and the attempts on Padme’s life, Obi-Wan headed to the nearest exit and drew his lightsaber.

He lost his element of surprise when Boba alerted Jango to his presence. Thus began the duel between the Bounty Hunter and the Jedi. Managing to deflect Jango’s numeours blaster shots, Obi-Wan resorted to physical combat skills when his lightsaber flew from his hand and skidded across the wet landing platform.

The physical fight that ensued between the two eventually sent both tumbling over the edge. As a desperate last resort, Jango fired a cable into one of the numerous towers, thus causing both to dangle dangerously close to the edge.

Managing to grip onto a nearby railing, Jango severed the cord, sending Obi-Wan down towards the raging waters beneath. Not waiting long enough to find out whether or not Obi-Wan had survived the fall, the bounty hunter climbed into his ship and prepared to leave.

The Jedi had indeed survived. Landing on a platform just above the waves, Obi-Wan ran as fast as he could towards the departing ship. Seeing the loading ramp close and the thrusters ignite, he threw a small homing device onto the ship’s hull.

Hold on Y/N, he thought to himself, I’ll find you soon.

To be continued...

Part 5

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[myriadimagines]

Jango Fett + reader with 57?

Characters: Reader x Jango Fett + Boba Fett & Taun We

Warnings: none

Prompts: “Wait a second... are you jealous?”

Word Count: 385

A/N: i hope this was alright!

NOT TAKING ANYMORE REQUESTS!

“Dad, Taun We’s here.” Boba called out, and you looked up from where you were sitting on the desk. You ruffled Boba’s hair as he passed, and Boba pushed your hand away, smiling slightly. Boba was in the closet, changing, and you were surprised to see a man accompanying Taun We. You could tell he was a Jedi from his robs, and you extended your hand. 

“Obi-Wan Kenobi.” Obi-Wan introduced himself, shaking your hand, and you smiled. 

“y/n.” you replied. “I’m a friend of Jango’s.” 

Jango finally appeared, his expression guarded. His eyes flickered from your hand holding Obi-Wan’s to your face, and you pulled your hand away. 

“Jango, this is Jedi Master Obi-Wan Kenobi.” Taun We introduced. “He’s come to check on our progress.”

“Your clones are very impressive, you must be very proud.” Obi-Wan said, and Jango pressed his lips together. 

“I’m just a simple man trying to make my way in the universe.” Jango replied.

“Ever make your way as far into the interior of Coruscant?” Obi-Wan asked straight away, and you and Boba exchanged glances. 

“Once or twice.” Jango shrugged.

“Recently?” Obi-Wan asked, and there was a pause.

“Possibly.” Jango replied, and you bit your lip. What was this Jedi after? 

The back and forth questioning continued as Obi-Wan asked about a Jedi called Master Sifo-Dyas, and you instructed Boba to close the closet door, where Jango’s armour was. 

Finally, Obi-Wan concluded, “Thank you for your time, Jango.”

“Always a pleasure to meet a Jedi.” Jango deadpanned. Obi-Wan moved to exit the room, but not before smiling and bowing at you slightly as he passed. You smiled and bowed back, and you could see Jango’s frown deepen.

As the door closed behind Obi-Wan and Taun We, you asked, “Why are you frowning at me like that?”

“Getting friendly with the Jedi, are we?” Jango asked coldly, and your eyebrows furrowed. 

“Wait a second... are you jealous?” you spluttered, and Jango looked away. Although you and Jango were just friends, he wanted to be more than that, and he didn’t like how friendly this Jedi was being to you.

“I’m not discussing this now.” Jango replied gruffly. “Help Boba back his things and pack your stuff too. We’re leaving.” 

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[keldae]

Sorand with V. :P

Ooooh, I get to poke around in an alt’s headspace! Thanks for the prompt, Nonny! :D I don’t get to play with Sorand nearly often enough…

So I’m making up for it and giving him another giant-long drabble.

V: An abandoned or empty place.

“My lord, we truly are honoured by your presence to our humble world.” The mayor of Syward, an elderly rotund man, was a chatty sort of individual, and apparently quite keen on gaining the ear or the friendship of Lord Kallig. “If it would not be too bold of me to inquire- what brings you to Lavisar? We have not had a Sith Lord grace us since Lord Maglion departed several years ago.”

“My reasons for visiting are private,” Sorand answered, his gaze hidden behind the mask of his ancestor that he wore. It probably wouldn’t do for him to be recognized as Sorand Taerich here when he was supposed to be dead with the rest of his family. “And I would appreciate your discretion with my visit.”

“Of course, my lord. You need only ask.” The mayor bowed. “Shall I send for an escort to lead you to the city, or accompany you myself?”

“No, thank you. I do not require an escort.” And truthfully, Sorand was getting sick of the man’s pandering. “The only thing I require is privacy.”

“.. yes, my lord.” The mayor tried to hide his disappointment from his face, and failed miserably. If Sorand had been any other Sith, he likely wouldn’t have ignored it. “Your associate has my contact information, should you require my services during your stay here.”

“Thank you. That will be all.” Sorand dismissed the man with a wave of his hand, and as soon as the old man had finally disappeared, turned back to his ship. “Are you ready, Talos?”

“Of course, my lord!” The archaeologist had, surprisingly, found common ground with his new Sith employer in their love of history, and had quickly become someone Sorand could almost call a friend. “The speeders are ready to go. I’ll follow you.”

“Good. Try not to get lost- there’s not a straight road outside of the city anywhere.” Sorand mounted his speeder, waited for confirmation that Talos was right on his tail, and then took off, bypassing Syward entirely and heading for the outskirts. He hadn’t set foot on Lavisar in over half a decade, nor breathed the air, nor left his footprint in the reddish dust, but that didn’t stop this planet from being home in a happier time.

The road looked like nobody had traveled it in years and had fallen into disrepair. Sorand gritted his teeth as he finally rounded the corner and parked his speeder in front of the rusty gate. “I don’t remember the road being quite that bad,” he grumbled as he dismounted, sounding less like a menacing, powerful Sith and more like the grouchy young adult that he was- barely out of his teens.

“Hardly a problem at all, my lord,” Talos cheerfully said as he parked beside Sorand. He looked to be in pain, but still presented his lord with a happy demeanor. “You should have seen some of the trails on Hoth. Only a taun-taun could have managed those, and even then, not terribly well.”

Sorand tightly smiled behind the mask at Talos’ attempt to lighten the mood. “I can believe it.” He turned back to the gate and studied the lock, easily disabling it with the Force and pushing the rusted durasteel bars back. A soft breeze came floating down to dance against his face as he removed his mask, his jaw set tightly as he recalled the last time he’d seen this path and this view.

You killed my mum! Let me go! Mum!

“My lord?” Sorand started when he heard Talos beside him. “Is everything all right?”

“As much as it can be,” the young Sith finally said as he started up the path, his feet remembering every step needed. Korin and I used to race each other down this path, he remembered with a small, sad smile. And when we got the gizka he’d chase us around. Mum would sit back and laugh until we found the dustiest area of the yard to play in…

Then he saw the house and froze. His childhood memories had always painted the building as intact and beautiful, with the old antique speeder around the side that Dad had enjoyed tinkering with when he was home, or Mum’s flowers growing up the side of the house despite Lavisar’s finicky climate. Now the gardens were nothing more than weeds, and the old speeder was a rusty, burned-out shell on the ground. The house itself… the damage doesn’t look bad from here, Sorand mused. And it really didn’t, if one ignored the broken windows, the weathered carbon scoring on the walls, and the boarded-up door, and the general air of neglect around the place. He stepped forward, his feet feeling like weights on his legs, and gently pried the boards away with the Force. The front door was still the shattered wreck that he remembered from years ago.

Take the boy.

What about the other one they’re supposed to have?

Capture or kill him, it makes no difference to me. I want both of their brats dealt with.

He coughed as he entered the home’s gaping front entry, dust stirring with every step. Mum would have had an aneurysm if she’d seen how badly this place was kept, was the first absent thought to come to mind, and it almost made him laugh. The sitting room to the left looked nothing like normal- couches flipped, tables turned over, Mum’s decorations shattered on the floor. To the right, Dad’s study for when he had to be formal and official. Sorand and Korin had never been allowed to see Dad’s visitors for that, and even Mum had tried to keep a low profile.

Further down the hallway. The kitchen was surprisingly intact, if smelling of dust and mold and food long inedible. Across the hall, the guest ‘fresher, and then Mum and Dad’s room. The nights that the two brothers had curled up on the large bed beside their mother when their father was away for work…

Now was when the carbon scoring on the walls became more pronounced. Some of the gashes in the walls were not round holes, but straight cuts that burned through the materials. He paused at one area of particularly concentrated scoring on the walls, knowing that this was where his mother had made her final stand in a futile effort to give her younger son time to flee.

You’re not taking my son! Sorand, run!

You’re a disgrace to this world, Jedi. You and your spawn are a blight to our name.

NO! MUM!

Down the hall a bit more. On the right, the two rooms that Korin and Sorand had slept in, connected by a door in the dividing wall. The Sith gently pushed open the door that had been his and looked inside, remembering what a ten-year-old boy had considered to be important. Books and datapads scattered across the bed- I was home sick and Mum was making me catch up on studying. A crudely-made replica of something that looked suspiciously like a Jedi holocron. Buildings and ships constructed from building blocks. An old map, printed on a paper-like material, pinned to the wall. Sorand had spent hours as a child studying the map of the galaxy and asking one of his parents for stories about the different worlds.

Clenching his jaw against the sudden lump in his throat he could feel, Sorand stepped away from the door and looked into Korin’s room instead. That was the disaster zone that every mother of a twelve-year-old had dreaded- clothes scattered all over the place, a handheld gaming system abandoned on the bed, replica ships and starfighters on the floor. A similar map to Sorand’s had also hung in Korin’s room, but this one had marks on it- circles, exclamation points, and tiny notes of “I’m gonna see this!” and “I want to see here!” Korin had always had a wanderlust to match Sorand’s need for stories and lore. It was probably why he’d skipped school to go find some sort of mischief around the spaceport that day.

Sorand crumpled to his knees inside the door, fighting to keep his grief for his brother silent. Talos, wisely, had stayed several paces away and was pretending to be very intrigued by one of the damaged paintings on the wall. The Sith pressed his fist against his mouth to keep his cries silent, but couldn’t stop the tears no matter how strong in the Force he was. Korin had been his best friend, his playmate, his confidante. And the raiders and Maglion had torn them apart.

Where’s my brother? Let me go! Mum! Korin!

It took several long minutes for Sorand to finally regain his feet and step out of Korin’s room, keeping his back to Talos as he continued down the hallway so the archaeologist wouldn’t see the tear tracks left on the Sith’s pale face. Two rooms left- the family ‘fresher (mostly so the boys wouldn’t mess up the nice ‘fresher Mum and Dad kept clean for their guests), and Dad’s office. That had been one area of the house the boys had never been allowed into, and Korin had been grounded for two weeks the one time he’d snuck inside anyway and Dad had caught him. For a long second, Sorand hesitated, the childhood fear of a severe scolding or some other punishment staying his hand.

Who’s going to punish you now? Mum died here and Dad was killed trying to rescue you. With a bitter snort of laughter, Sorand pressed his hand against the door. It was still locked, but he managed to short out the electricity and pick open the physical lock with the Force. Korriban’s training, while brutal, had taught him a lot.

Inside was almost anticlimactically disappointing. There was less dust here, which Sorand supposed made sense for how tightly secure the room had been. Dad had a secure storage locker in here- when Sorand bypassed the lock and opened it, he saw a surprising number of weapons. Wasn’t Dad a diplomat? Why did he have several blaster rifles and sniper rifles? And a ton of knives and explosives? Something in the bottom of the locker made him frown and kneel to investigate; the locker had a false bottom, one that Sorand was able to lift. His jaw dropped when he saw the relics hidden underneath. These look like Jedi datacrons! Why would Dad have Jedi relics here? He hummed in thought- Mum had had access to the office too, and she’d unveiled herself as a Jedi in the last minutes of her life. Were these hers? He gently touched one of the datacrons, watching it glow as he pressed his fingers against its textured surface, before withdrawing. His parents might have been dead and their home long abandoned, but it still felt wrong to take his mother’s possessions with him from this locked place.

Besides, these were obviously not Sith relics. Like Thanaton needed more of a reason to try and kill Sorand- having Jedi artifacts would just seal his fate.

Leaving the locker behind, Sorand crossed over to his father’s desk. The computer was still functional and powered, and the controls lit up as Sorand touched them. How does it still have power after being abandoned for so long? “What do the records say happened with this property?” he asked out loud, his voice too loud in the tomb-like silence of the house.

“Your father made it back here the day after your family was attacked, my lord. By all accounts, he only lingered long enough to give your mother a pyre, and then he took off to find any news of you or your brother.” Talos stood at the door to the office, his voice quiet and sombre. He knew of Sorand’s backstory and birth name- everyone on the ship did, and had been sworn to utter silence. “He reportedly never returned after giving the orders for the house to be closed up.”

“Did he buy a home somewhere else?” Sorand asked as he idly tapped at the computer controls. ACCESS DENIED flashed across the screen. That was something that Sorand’s abilities with the Force couldn’t get him around.

“Not that was listed in Imperial records, my lord.” Talos hesitated. “Considering your belief that Lord Maglion ordered the attack, it’s not impossible that your father could have defected to the Republic and relocated there. Or he may simply have lived on his ship while he was looking for you.”

“Hmmm.” Sorand had never really considered the possibility that his father had become a traitor to the Empire. If he’d knowingly married a Jedi, it was definitely possible that his father could have had Republic sympathies for years. That was another piece of information Sorand would keep to himself.

“My lord, if I may…” Talos entered the room and stepped to a corner that Sorand hadn’t yet visited. “I believe the dust here has been disturbed recently, and not by us. There’s far less dust or decay here, compared to the rest of the house.”

“There was no combat damage in here. Dad always kept this place locked up.”

“But to have what little dust there is in here mussed? And that computer active?” Talos frowned. “I’m no detective and would never last a day with Imperial Intelligence, but… I believe someone has been here recently, before us.”

“That’s impossible.” Sorand frowned as he examined the dust Talos had mentioned. “It looks like… a secret entrance, perhaps?” He knocked on the wall, then started running his hands over the flat surface until his fingers found the hairline cracks, too uniform to be natural decay. “But who could be in here?”

“You said there were only two people who ever had access to this room, my lord. Your mother is confirmed to be deceased, and your father seemed to be the type of individual to take every precaution with security. I doubt any regular explorer could have found their way in here, not without causing damage elsewhere in the house. Someone would have had to know about a secret entrance to be able to use it.”

Sorand turned to stare at Talos. “Are you suggesting my father might be alive?”

Talos shrugged. “It’s possible that he survived being shot, my lord. Stranger things have happened before. And if he’s Force-blind, you might not have been able to sense his death or survival. You were likely a traumatized child at the time.”

“That’s not wrong,” Sorand muttered as he frowned at the computer in thought. Memories raced through his mind faster than he could track- his brother’s cheeky grin at the window only hours before hell had struck, his mother’s scream as she’d been killed by Maglion’s lightsaber and the raiders’ blaster fire, his father’s body falling in a heap with a blaster mark over his chest. If Dad was wearing armour under his jacket…

He straightened, new hope stirring within his chest and a glint to his eyes that hadn’t been there before. “Let’s return to the ship, Talos. I’ve made my peace with what used to be my home- and I don’t think I’ll find any information on my father’s current whereabouts here.”

“Of course, my lord.” Talos straightened his shoulders as he followed Sorand back out of the room, taking care to close the door behind him.

#nonny #sorand #darth imperius #backstory #oh my poor suffering sith boy #the angst #and talos tries to make him feel better #swtor #the taerich legacy #maybe I should have picked a less obscure planet for their homeworld #the PTSD is strong with this one

[weerd1]

My road to #TheRiseOfSkywalker continues with #TheEmpireStrikesBack. People forget how divisive this film was in 1980. I had friends who hated the idea Vader might be Luke’s dad, and refused to believe it. No WAY Obi-Wan was lying! And OBVIOUSLY Luke is meant to be with Leia, AND WHY ISN’T THIS ONE FUN LIKE #STARWARS??? It was probably a decade before you really started to hear this one get its due. Still remains my second favorite Star Wars film. The Special Edition changes are the least intrusive here, though Boba Fett’s voice and the lack of Clive Revill as the Emperor stand out. Don’t like the dialog change in the Vader/Palpatine conversation, but Bespin looks great. Mind you, I have watched this movie at LEAST once a year every year since 1984 (when we got it on VHS) and I just noticed there’s a dead taun-taun in Echo Base being examined by a medical droid. https://www.instagram.com/p/B5hCbHTA2fg/?igshid=199gz7dfvtw7q

#theriseofskywalker #theempirestrikesback #starwars

[1-800-afd]

What did we miss, Annisa?

okay... lets see, its been 2 years since i last wrote here. ada satu perjalanan yg gue eager to tell u peeps. yaitu EUROPE TRIP 2018-2019!! well its not really a ‘europe trip’ karna cm ke 2 negara doang (nl&fr) but i made a few stops di kota2 kecil dan besarnya.

so lets start with telling u guys how i ended up going there pdhl gaada planning dr jauh2 hari.

it started with me ngumpulin guts untuk ngmg ke mi papa, jd ceritanya gue mau minta kado ulangtahun. he offered a watch (legit watch yg ada harganya) so i thought i’d ask for another option yaitu pergi ke belanda (ini sbrnya ga sebanding sm apa yg dia offer tp seenggaknya gue coba ngmg utk minta, even if he said no it’d be okay) but u know.. dads, how can they say no kalau anak perempuannya minta sesuatu. ok lanjut, trs i showed him bbrp flight options gt... dan kebetulan tiketnya murah ditanggal yg gue mau so we booked the cheapest flight buy my head some space to clear (YE NYANYI). long story short, akhirnya gue brgkt tgl 27 des. sendiri. pd waktu itu rasanya i was the happiest birthday girl!!. jujur cape seh ngetik gini jd inti dari cerita ini adalah i’d like to share my happiness through these photos dan sedikit cerita. i feel blessed. thankyou papi, dan semua yg udh support perjalanan ini. alhamdulillah terimakasih jg sm tuhan.. semoga tahun ini diberi kesempatan lg untuk berkunjung. will there be another europe trip this year? kita lihat saja nanti!! (ohh and yess i spent my new year’s di paris.. dan disitu lg parah2nya demo yellow vest, dan pas taun baruan we were trapped! kemana2 kyk banyak blokade gt deh!! its was a fun experience tho)

[tachiisms]

How do you think Siri would have treated Boba if she had caught him after the battle of Geonosis

I think that she certainly would have treated him kindly. He’s just a kid, he was just in or near a very violent battle, his father was just killed. If she’d caught him, I think that she would have been pretty protective of him while he was being questioned, since I think she’d have felt responsible for him, in a way, since she’d brought him in, and he had no one else to look after him. Siri is repeatedly described as being highly in tune with the living Force, and also being deeply sensitive to people’s emotions, and she’s also been shown on a few separate occasions to have a soft spot for children, particularly children who have gone through something traumatic. (She’s the most gentle with those types of children than she is with anyone else, really, plus Ferus.) I think she’d have made sure that he was being treated properly – being well fed, given a comfortable place to stay, not being pushed too hard with questioning, wanting to know what was going to be done with him after he’d been questioned, etc. 

However I think that it’s highly likely that Siri knowingly let Boba go when she got to Kamino. Firstly I think it’s very interesting that Siri’s presence in particular is noted there – she’s described visually and then mentioned by name by Taun We, in what’s such a short cameo that the author easily could have just skipped a physical description and a name. But it’s very clearly Siri. 

Probably for a couple reasons, the first of which follows up with where Siri canonically was before/during the Battle of Geonosis, which is that Siri and Adi Gallia and a small group of Jedi pilots went with Yoda to Kamino and then brought them to Geonosis, at which point Siri and Adi led the space battle to protect the clone transports. Mace eventually called the rest of the Jedi pilots down to be ground reinforcements but Siri and Adi stayed in their starfighters finishing off the space battle (after calling in reinforcements in the form of their group of pirate friends, Nym and the Lok Revenants). There’s a video game that has Siri and a couple of the Revenants taking their ships down closer to the ground, which means that it’s possible that Siri was piloting the Jedi starfighter that at one point is chasing Boba in Slave I. It’s not definite, but it’s possible. And it’s equally possible that either over hearing commlinks, or sensing him through the Force, Siri figured out that the pilot of Slave I was just a kid, and let him go when he pulled a nifty little trick instead of continuing to look for him. 

For context, here’s the quote from Boba’s book where he’s being chased right near the end of the Battle of Geonosis:

It was a Jedi starfighter, on his tail.The Jedi must have left him behind to watch for stragglers, Boba thought. Is he here to follow me, to force me down, or to blast me out of the sky? Boba wasn’t about to find out.He knew he couldn’t outrun the starfighter. And since he barely knew Slave’s weaponry, he couldn’t outfight him. That left only one option.He had to outsmart him.Instead of heading for space, Boba dove into the canyons and mesas that surrounded the stalagmite city. Using all the maneuverability of the craft, he sliced through the narrow canyons, turning right, then left, as fast as he could.The starfighter was gaining. But that was okay. That was part of Boba’s plan. He remembered a trick his dad had told him about. A trick that had been used on Jango Fett once, and once only. (No trick ever worked on Jango Fett twice.) Boba slowed where the canyon forked, left and right. He fired a missile at the canyon wall on the right, then turned left and landed on a narrow ledge under the shelter of a cliff.Boba shut off his engines and waited. And waited.If the trick worked the Jedi starfighter would see the marks of the explosion of the wall, and turn back. If it didn’t the starfighter would appear around the corner, lasers blazing. Or call for backup, and the sky would fill with starfighters. Finally, Boba quit waiting and restarted his engines. The trick had worked. The Jedi starfighter had seen the explosion and turned back.Boba grinned with satisfaction as he took off again.

Secondly, looking at the rest of Siri’s canon, she’s pretty good at finding people and/or tracking people down, so that coupled with the fact that she’d just been there, it would make sense that Siri got sent to Kamino to go track down Boba and bring him back for questioning. (If his little fake explosion trick had really worked, would anyone even have had reason to go to Kamino looking for him? No. She chose not to follow him because she wasn’t about to shoot down a kid.) Honestly, Siri probably didn’t totally agree with getting Boba for questioning. What could he know that the Kaminoans wouldn’t know? He’s a kid. But Siri also probably guessed that given what impressive little piloting she’d just seen, she knew he wasn’t going to want to get caught, and didn’t want him to get hurt if he was going to fight back. Plus again, she’s highly in tune with the living Force and almost certainly could have guessed that he’d still be traumatized from the battle and from Jango’s death. And what were they going to do after questioning him? He hadn’t himself done anything wrong, he’s just a kid. Is there a star wars version of foster care? 

And she really doesn’t try very hard to catch him at all once she’s on Kamino. I mean look at this:

Boba was still lost in thought when the turbo-lift arrived. Then the door slid open, and it was a Jedi. A woman, young and tall.Boba ducked aside and let her walk past. He kept calm, kept walking.“Siri? You’re too late,” said Taun We from inside the apartment.“You bet I’m gone!” said Boba as he opened the garbage chute and dove in. He closed his eyes and held his breath as he fell - down, down, down…

He quite literally walks right past her. Are you seriously telling me that Siri Tachi, incredibly in tune with the living Force, has on multiple occasions located people (especially who are nearby and traumatized), just didn’t see that the kid who walked right past her? You’re telling me that Siri didn’t sense how scared and angry and traumatized and grief-stricken that kid was? And that when Taun We said that she was too late, if Siri was really looking for Boba with an active desire to catch him, she wouldn’t have scoured the facilities for him, or gone running back to the landing platforms to check ships? Seriously? 

No, she absolutely just let him go. She didn’t catch him because she didn’t want to catch him. If he’d been scared and hadn’t run, and had turned himself in, then she’d have treated him the way I said at the top of this. But she also consciously chose to let him go, and that in itself says a lot about how she treated him, and would have continued to treat him if she’d brought him back to Coruscant. 

#anonymous #(sorry this took a couple weeks to answer! I wanted to be able to pull those quotes for you) #(I know I also answered like fifty questions you didn't ask but... enjoy the extra info lol) #(also THANKS SO MUCH BOBA FOR CHASING DOWN FERUS YEARS LATER. damn ungrateful kid.) #(siri from the after life just 'I let you do and now you take the bounty for my former padawan???? ffs.') #(not that boba knows that connection but still.) #(kind of ironic don't you think?) #(sorry ferus) #Anonymous #boba fett

[atelier-dayz]

Six Sentence Sunday

I FORGOT TO POST YESTERDAY BUT HERE

The door slides open before he's remotely prepared, and they're greeted by --

Boba. Adorable little Boba, he remembers, looking older and exactly the same age as the young clones he'd seen in that classroom.

Before Taun We can speak, Boba's eyes widen at the sight of him and a smile brightens his face. 

"Obi!" he exclaims, and Obi-wan blinks at his good cheer.

"I...Hello, Boba," Obi-wan says. "I didn't think you would remember me. You were very young." 

"Of course I remember you! Come on, you have to see Dad."  Boba grabs hold of Obi-wan's wrist, tugging him into the apartment with great strength and enthusiasm.

#8D #six sentence sunday #jangobi #my fic #star wars #fanfic #wip

[muliafajrichzan]

Alhamdulillah beberapa waktu lalu saya diberi kesempatan untuk melakukan perjalanan ke Mekkah dan Madinah. Pengen sih cerita banyak tentang perjalanan kemarin. Tapi kayanya bakal panjang banget kalo diceritain semua. Berhubung pengalaman yang paling berkesan buat saya adalah ketika tiba waktu shalat, jadi saya ceritain pengalaman saya di waktu-waktu itu aja deh hehe.

Beberapa puluh menit sebelum adzan biasanya saya udah stay di Masjidil Haram. Selain karena emang sayang kalo detik-detik di sana gak dioptimalin, Masjidil Haram cepet baaanget penuhnya ketika menjelang waktu shalat fardhu. Telat beberapa menit sebelum adzan aja bisa gak kebagian tempat di dalem dan harus shalat di pelataran luar masjidnya, sedih banget biasanya kalo udah kaya gitu :’)

Btw, saya selalu sendiri di sana. Berhubung karena emang tempat saya yang perempuan ini beda sama tempat bapak dan adik-adik, ibu juga lagi datang bulan. Fyi, ibu datang bulan sepanjang perjalanan kemarin, huhu sayang bgt padahal momennya :’)

Tapi karena selalu sendiri inilah, kesempatan saya berkomunikasi dengan orang asing jadi lebih banyak. Mereka juga gak segan lah ngajak ngobrol seonggok gadis yang planga-plongo sendirian di tempat segede itu, malah mungkin bawaannya pengen laporin ke polisi dikira anak ilang wkwk-_-

Pernah suatu kali, ketika menunggu adzan maghrib, saya bersebelahan dengan seorang ibu dengan 2 anak perempuan. Btw entah kenapa anak-anak perempuan di sini cantik-cantik banget. Bawaannya pengen bungkus beberapa buat ke Indonesia :’) mereka orang sekitar sana, bukan pendatang. Alhamdulillahnya, si ibu bisa Bahasa inggris, jadi masih agak nyambung lah ya kami kalo ngobrolin hal yang lumayan serius. Sayangnya, logat Bahasa inggris dia kecampur sama logat arabnya. Jadi saya harus bener-bener nyimak dan berpikir lebih buat memahami artinya. Tapi itu bukan masalah serius. Biarpun saya agak terbata memahaminya, obrolan kita masih lancar. Si ibu minta saya baca surat Ar-Rahman dan terjemahannya dari Indonesia. Setelah saya baca per ayat lengkap dengan artinya, si ibu minta dijelasin juga ke Bahasa inggris. Bentar, kalo Ar-Rahman tersedianya Cuma dalam Bahasa Indonesia, wajar bgt kalo beliau minta saya nerjemahin ke Bahasa inggris. Lha tapi kan ini justru Bahasa utamanya adalah Bahasa arab di mana emang itu Bahasa yang beliau gunakan, jadi gak mungkin beliau minta saya nerjemahin ke Bahasa inggris lantaran gak ngerti isi Ar-Rahman. Hem saya berasumsi bahwa beliau pengen ngetes saya. Baiklah, sebelepotan apapun saya ngejelasin, seenggaknya beliau tau saya berusaha. Ternyata bener, di ayat ke sekian, beliau motong penjelasan saya dan langsung jelasin tafsirnya, jelasin betapa luar biasanya Ar-Rahman, jelasin betapa nikmat Allah yang mana lagi sih deeekk yang kau dustakan hem. Saya cuma diem dengernya dan senyum-senyum sendiri. Tiba-tiba udah berair aja mata saya. Ah, “fabi ayyi ala i rabbikuma tukadzziban”…

Komunikasi saya dengan orang-orang di sana biasanya lancar dengan bantuan kemampuan Bahasa inggris saya yang seadanya ini. Tapi pasalnya, gak semua orang di sana paham Bahasa inggris.

Waktu itu saya lagi duduk di dalam Masjidil Haram, lagi-lagi nunggu adzan maghrib. Saya bersebelahan dengan seorang nenek paruh baya dari Kazakhstan, negara yang sebagian besar wilayahnya berbatasan langsung dengan Rusia. Sayangnya, si nenek gakbisa Bahasa inggris. Padahal modal saya cuma Bahasa Indonesia dan Bahasa inggris. Saya cupu banget kalo diajak ngomong pake Bahasa arab, apalagi Bahasa Kazakhstan, tambah-tambah. Akhirnya kita berdua ngobrol dengan ngandelin Bahasa………………………tubuh. Yap. Seperti yang kita ketahui, Bahasa tubuh gak melulu bikin percakapan lancar. Pada satu titik, saya gak paham yang dia maksut dan dia gakngerti yang saya maksut padahal udah ngeluarin tenaga ekstra buat membahasakannya lewat gerakan tangan. Akhirnya kita berdua cuma bisa tatap-tatapan beberapa detik, abis itu sama-sama ketawa karna kekonyolan itu haha. Saya menyedekapkan tangan di depan dada, mengisyaratkan “sorry..”, dia senyum sampe matanya ilang gitu dan ngangguk pertanda “it’s ok..”. Abis itu kita balik ke aktivitas masing-masing untuk nunggu adzan dan gak ngobrol lagi, walaupun masih sebelahan. Duh jadi gak enak sama si nenek, jangan-jangan dia mikir “ah ga asik bat sih ni abege endonesah. Beginian aja kagak ngarti.”  Ya maap nek :’)

Di lain waktu menunggu adzan isya, saya bersebelahan dengan seorang ibu yang entah dari india, Thailand, atau Filipina. Sama kaya sebelumnya, kita sama-sama gak ngerti Bahasa satu sama lain, even itu Bahasa inggris. Kita dapet tempat yang gak ada sajadahnya. Kebetulan saya bawa sejadah, jadi saya gelar dengan posisi melintang biar kiri kanan saya juga kebagian sejadah. Terus si ibu nyolek-nyolek saya dan narik-narik sejadah saya mengisyaratkan sesuatu. Saya gakngerti maksutnya apa, jadi saya nanggepin dengan senyuman dan anggukan. Tiba-tiba dia tidur dengan posisi melintang di depan saya, di atas sajadah saya. Bener-bener posisi tidur dengan kepala di depan saya persis dan kaki di sisi satunya. Oh jadi mungkin isyarat tadi adalah minta izin buat tidur pake sejadah saya sambil nunggu adzan isya. Hem oke. Saya gak terlalu bereaksi begitu dia tidur gitu aja, walau emang agak kaget. Abis itu saya lanjut tilawah Qur’an sambil nunggu isya. Muka si ibu yang pas banget di bawah muka saya, bikin dia jadi bisa ngeliatin saya sejelas mungkin. Anehnya, bukannya tidur, beliau malah ngeliatin terus dan bikin saya agak gak nyaman. Tapi yaudahlah saya pura-pura gak masalah aja, biarpun risih juga rasanya diliatin terus kaya gitu haha-_- Fyi, adzan isya di sana lama banget. Jadi lama-lama saya pegel juga kalo terus-terusan tilawah, saya mulai ngerasa ngantuk. Akhirnya saya tutup mushafnya, terus pasang posisi telapak tangan di dagu, posisi paling enak buat tidur sebentar dalam posisi duduk. Baru merem beberapa saat, tiba-tiba ada yang nyolek-nyolek saya. Ternyata si ibu yang tiduran di bawah muka saya itu. Saya ngangkat kedua alis,maksutnya “why?”, dia nunjuk-nunjuk mushaf yg saya pegang dan mengisyaratkan saya untuk baca qur’an lagi. Agak bingung, tapi akhirnya saya nurutin maunya si ibu. Saya lanjutin tilawah lagi beberapa lembar. Tapi gak bertahan lama, ngantuk tetaplah ngantuk. Saya balik lagi ke posisi bersiap tidur. Lagi, si ibu mengisyaratkan hal yang sama kaya sebelumnya; minta saya tilawah lagi. Saya turutin. Gitu terus sampe berulang kurang lebih 3x. Saya gak paham. Dia daritadi tiduran enak banget, pas saya mau tidur sebentar malah disuruh tilawah lagi. Bener-bener gak paham……. tapi yaudahlah, mungkin maksutnya baik.

Di lain kesempatan, saya dapet tempat di sebelah seorang ibu yang lagi-lagi bawa 2 anaknya. Tapi kali ini laki-laki semua. Saya makin gemes karena kulit mereka yang hitam legam. Walaupun anak-anaknya gak ngerti Bahasa inggris, tapi ibunya lumayan nyambung kalo diajak ngobrol pake Bahasa inggris. Dari obrolan kita, saya tau mereka dari Sudan. Saya ngobrol banyak sama anak-anak ini walaupun gak tau deh kita saling ngerti apa enggak dengan ngandelin Bahasa isyarat masing-masing wkwk. Si kecil umur 3 tahun, si kakak umur 5 tahun. Yang kecil, iseeenggggg banget. Kakaknya salah dikit langsung digebuk. Kakaknya juga gak terima,malah gebuk balik. Saya kan gereget liatnya. “Stop, stop. He is your brother, you should love each other.” Kata saya plus diikuti dengan Bahasa isyarat biar mereka agak ngerti. Ibunya berbaik hati jelasin ke mereka yang saya maksut. Begitu mereka ngerti yang saya maksut, dua-duanya langsung senyum-senyum sendiri. Saya gak tahan untuk gak ketawa liat tingkahnya yang pada sok malu-malu gitu. Ketika masuk waktu sholat, si 2 bocah ini ngikut solat walaupun masih petakilan banget pas solat; tengak-tengok sana sini, dorong-dorongan, dan semacamnya. Aahh pengen bawa pulang rasanya-___- selesai solat, ibu dan anak-anak ini pamit duluan ke saya. Anak-anaknya inisiatif salim, kirain Cuma di Indonesia aja budaya kayak gini wkwk. Si kakak, bocah berumur 5 taun, terus-terusan kiss bye ke saya sepanjang dia jalan ngejauh pergi, gak lupa pake ngedip-ngedipin matanya. Hahahahah sumpah ya ni anak, ampundeh, dasar Osas junior. Btw digenitin anak kecil kaya gitu rasanya pengen genitin balik :’)   (loh)

Kala itu memasuki waktu shubuh. Dinginnya bikin bulu badan berdiri tegak. Maklum, di sana lagi puncaknya dingin di musim dingin. Tapi Alhamdulillah di momen sedingin itu, saya dapet tempat di kawasan tertutup dan bersejadah, jadi lumayan hangat lah. Kiri kanan saya masih kosong, terisinya waktu udah mau solat subuh. Seusai solat subuh, saya gak sengaja merhatiin gadis-gadis turki yang lagi ngobrol pake bahasanya. Saya gakngerti mereka ngobrolin apa, tapi tiba-tiba saya tertarik sama alas kaki yang dipakai oleh salah satu dari mereka. Bukan, itu bukan kaos kaki. Entah apa namanya. ‘kayanya anget banget kalo pake itu. Abis ini cari ah di pertokoan, siapatau banyak di jual di sini’ batin saya. Kelamaan ngeliatin, saya memberanikan diri nyapa mereka. Berekenalan lah kita. Ternyata nama mereka Zainab, Sarah, dan Emeli (kalo gasalah). Yang bisa Bahasa inggris kebetulan Cuma Sarah.

Saya : “what is this?” sambil nunjuk kaki Zainab.

Sarah: “this is pattich” (gatau tulisannya gimana. Pokoknya dia bilang ‘peytikh’)

Saya : “is it sold around here? I want to buy some”

Sarah: “No. This our culture, made by self. Turkish parents made it for their children. We use it to protect from chill or something. If we use shoes outside, then we use this at home.”

Saya ber ‘ooh’ dengan ekspresi agak kecewa. Huf ternyata gak dijual di sini.. tiba-tiba Zainab nyopot pattich nya dan nyodorin ke saya. ‘apa? Suruh nyobain apa gmn nih…’ batin saya dengan penuh harap. Pas dicobain, eh muat!! :’) anget pula jadinya.

“is it for me?” saya nanya ke Zainab dengan hati-hati, dia keliatan bingung. Sarah terjemahin ke Bahasa turki untuk Zainab. Terus Zainab ngeliat saya lagi sambil senyum dan ngangguk.

“waaah thank you, Zainab.” Kata saya sambil senyum dan menyidekapkan kedua tangan di depan dada untuk mengisyaratkan terimakasih. Zainab senyum sambil ngangguk.

Wah cakep juga nih modus saya. Tau gitu sih lain waktu kalo naksir anak kecil turki, saya tinggal kodein aja ke ibunya; “is she sold around here? I want to buy some”. Taulah ya kelanjutannya gimana…… Oh bukan, bukan dikasih anaknya. Yang ada saya malah dijewer-_- ‘lo pikir anak gue Korma, maen beli beli aje’

Abis itu saya sama Sarah sedikit tenggelam di obrolan kita tentang permasalahan di negara masing-masing. Dia nanya gimana perekonomian di Indonesia dan keadaan di Indonesia. Saya juga sebaliknya. Gak lama setelah itu, mereka pamit. Sebelum salam, Sarah titip pesen “please pray for Turki. If our country wake up, Islam will rise up again. Because we still have Ottoman, our ancestors.” Saya mengangguk walau gak sepenuhnya paham kenapa begitu. Bagi yang paham, tolong jelasin ke saya ya hehe :’)

btw iniii diaa pattich nyaa hehe gemes kan gemes.

Dannnn masih banyak lagi hal-hal unik yang terjadi di sana. Baik itu di sekitar waktu shalat atau di waktu lain. Tapi cerita saya dicukupkan sampe sini ajadeh, udah kepanjangan hehehe.

Mudah-mudahan Allah berkenan ngizinin saya ke sana lagi. Entah dengan orang-orang yang sama, atau dengan orang-orang baru di kehidupan saya kedepannya. Aamiin..

#kicauku