#my mandalorian genes are strong!

[smw-on-kamino]

me: *kicks down door to the vault on Tantiss*

me: *looks every single kid in the eyes*

me: *slams down paper*

me: sign here, you‘re all officially being adopted

#meme #tbb spoilers #tbb #the bad batch #mystuff #THEY ARE PRECIOUS #my mandalorian genes are strong! #MUST ADOPT!! #omega #eva #jax #bayrn #sami #but I‘ll bring them back to their parents

[echo-lover]

Hello there!

A few of my favorite Star Wars headcanons about clones

• Parental instinct

I've noticed that some clones have a highly developed paternal instinct.

I think Cut with his little family is not only one.

Hunter showed concern for childrens safety from the very beginning, like Kaleb and Gungi (surviving Wookie Jedi). He looks after Omega like his own daughter, as do the rest of the Bad Batch. Hunter definitely plays the role od father in his team as a responsible and a little overprotective leader.

Echo is the most mature in my opinion and in my eyes he will always be a mommy.

Waxer immediately felt the need to care for the newly met child and had no problem with hugging or comforting little Numa when she started crying. I just know that he loved children and secretly dreamed of starting a family, but he put himself entirely at being a soldier and protecting those who can not protect themselves.

Even Boil had grown strong bond owith Numa after some time and wanted to protect her at all costs.

I think Rex would also make a great father figure. He felt a strong need to take care of others. He acted as a mentor or an older brother for Ahsoka, and when he met Omega, he immediately got in touch with her. It's worth mentioning how he immediately stood between her and Bad Batch when he found out that the boys hadn't removed their chips yet. He remembered perfectly well what happened during Order 66. I'm sure he felt guilty that he had almost executed his longtime friend who trusted him with all her heart. He also felt responsible for his brothers who died in this tragic event.

I think this paternal instinct comes straight from Jango Fett's genes, who cared for Boba and loved him, and adopt him as his son. Jango asked specifily for him and knew from the very beggining that he want to adopt this kid. The Mandalorian culture is known for being easily attached to children, and they often decided to adopt kids, as fathers and mothers, and raise them like their own.

• Overprotective Hunter

Hunter is, in my opinion, the most sensitive and emotionally mature of the Bad Batch. He can read the feelings of others, especially those closest to him, so he always knew when something was wrong. Perhaps his enhanced senses have something to do with this.

He also has a tendency to be overprotective.

As a leader, he put the good of the squad before his own. I'm sure that running and hiding from the Empire, the constant pressure on his shoulders, was very tiring for him.

Hunter tried to protect Omega and his brothers the best way he could. That's why, the loss of any member of his family was a hard shoot in the heart for him. He sees it as a personal failure, as he failed his loved ones. He may start to think that Crosshair's words as true, that maybe he shouldn't be the leader, but he hasn't told anyone about his feelings and his own doubts.

But I think Echo knew... Echo knew that Hunter was worried and tired of the constant responsibility.

• Hunter and his senses

Hunter is a synesthete. This means that what he feels with one of his senses also affects the others. For example: he sees sounds, he can taste colors or numbers have colors for him. His synesthesia is a side effect of his enhanced senses.

Due to his heightened senses, Hunter also felt pain more intense than the other clones.

I still remember the moment Omega snuggled up to him after rescuing her when she was kidnapped by Cad Bane. Hunter winced in pain for a moment as his chest wound still was fresh. He had been shot with a blaster and almost get himself k!lled, and yet the most important thing to him was Omega. He ignored his own discomfort and focused fully on Omega, making sure nothing happened to his little girl. The expression of pain quickly turned into relief.

• Family

Some time after Omega joined the Bad Batch, they agreed on the role of family members:

Omega is their little sister, of course Hunter play the role of a father, while Echo is hailed as a mother. Our grumpy little bean muttered something about this being stupid idea at first, but in the end he liked being called mommy Echo.

Echo is a great addition to this crazy squad. He is the most experienced and can keep his family in line. It will never stop to amaze me how much good and love is hidden in the heart of a man who has never known a moment of comfort in his life and to whom no one has ever shown love. His physical and mental health were very bad after the events at Skako Minor. There was almost nothing left of the inexperienced Reg from the 501st Legion. Despite this, he will always remain my favorite character in all of Star Wars universe.

Wrecker is basically a second baby and needs to be looked after more than Omega, because if you let him out of your sight for a moment, he'll probably make a big mess.

Wrecker had the mind of a child trapped in the body of a large man. He is strong and could cause fear, but he have a soft heart. He cared for those closest to him, especially Omega. When his little sister was having a bad day and was sad, Wrecker was the first to make her laugh and even shared Lula, his beloved doll, with her.

I like to think that Tech and Crosshair are sort of twins (like Echo and Fives) they're a great duo and I miss their interaction so much. Tech, as the wise one, did not get in the way of the others, offering his advice when needed. Crosshair, on the other hand, although he seems cold and very distant, I think he would quickly like Omega and become a supportive, slightly sarcastic brother to her.

• Crosshair is not as cold as he looks

Crosshair hated being different, and called a freak from the very beggining. All his life he tried to blend in, to do his job well as a soldier, and as a member of the team. He didn't show it, but he was touched by other people's words about their group, different look, and specific abilities. That's why he hated Regs so much, he wanted to prove his worth to them. And also to himself.

When I saw Crosshair for the first time, I thought that he must have quite low self-esteem and become nervous in stressful situations. Whenever he took off his helmet, we saw him immediately reach for a toothpick. He felt the need to have something in his mouth to relieve the stress and tension in his body. He always seemed to me to be the type of perfectionist who pays great attention to detail and will practice until he achieves perfection in a specific field.

Despite his specific style, Crosshair wasn't as cold as he seemed. He really cared about Omega, and I'm sure that if they had the chance to spend more time together, Crosshair would like the girl and treat her like his little sister. He will destroy anyone who tries to harm Omega.

I also think that Crosshair secretly loves animals, especially cats. I imagined that it started with Wrecker once bring a white, homeless kitten to the Marauder. The animal started fawning at Crosshair's legs and refused to leave him even for a second. In the end, Cross liked it, petted him and cuddled with him, and even let him sleep in bed with him. Having a pet was a stress reliever for him. He named his kitten Alpine.

• The past still hurts, just as much as before

Echo often had terrible nightmares. We can see in the Bad Batch, that his PTSD was still very strong. Every contact with medical equipment could trigger a severe panic attack and anxiety. Fortunately, Omega was there to support him at the time. I'm always touched that even though Echo didn't know Omega back then, he trusted her enough that her presence really helped him come back to reality and understand that he was safe.

I'm sure that he had nightmares about being tortured and locked at Skako Minor, and also dreamed of Fives. I think because of this he may have even been afraid to fall asleep, and as a result he slept very little.

He missed his brother so much and blamed himself for not being there when he died. Echo was afraid of being locked up and deprived of help, so he tried to get involved as much as possible in the fight against the Empire. I think that was one of the main reasons he went back to Rex.

I also think that Echo and Tech had long conversations and spent a lot of time together while repairing or piloting the ship. They got along the best of the whole team and only with Tech, Echo felt relaxed enough to be able to talk about his feelings and problems he was struggling with. Tech never asked, like the overprotective Hunter, he just listened, and that was enough for Echo to discover a soul mate similar to his fallen brother, Fives.

I imagine one night Tech found out that Echo couldn't sleep and asked him what happened. Echo was so surprised that someone actually asked him how he felt that he didn't know what to say at first. He finally decided to open up and confess what was on his mind. Tech understood him and they became very close from then on. That's why Echo suffered so much after losing Tech. He felt as if he had lost half of his soul again.

I imagine that, Echo was the only one from the Bad Batch to still use Mando'a. He and Fives used to speak this language among themselves. Fives nicknamed him Ech'ika (little Echo). Now, Echo used to call Omega ad'ika. After Fives death, Echo sang an old anthem - Vode an (Brothers all) to honor the memory of his fallen brother. They had learned it when they were still cadets and used to sing it together before going into battle and all 501st knew the lyrics. This is one of my favorite headcanons.

I'm sure that Echo got a tattoo of a five in honor of Fives' death. In this way he always carried his brother with him and wanted to honor his memory.

• Nightmares

Omega took a while to get used to her new home after leaving Kamino. I imagine she often had nightmares that made her afraid to go to sleep alone. Hunter saw that and let the little girl sleep with him. He told her some stories about the planets they had visited on missions, and the bond between them grew stronger. He didn't admit it, but he had fond memories of those times together.

• Fives and his twin

If Fives survived, he would be the first to side with Rex to save Echo. Seeing his beloved brother alive, but connected to computer and badly hurt, he would be both happy and devastated at the same time. Fives would do absolutely anything to be reunited with his beloved twin, even if the whole Galaxy was against him and thought he's crazy.

After being rescued, Fives would make sure Echo was fewling comfortable and help him overcome his PTSD episodes. Then he would join the Bad Batch with Echo, because he didn't wanted him to feel different. Despite some problems, the Bad Batch accepted them as their own and they became very close, like family. I pictured them sitting around fire and how they shared stories from various missions together.

Then Fives saw that Echo was trully happy. He hugged him close, and when Echo asked what happened, Fives simply replied, "I'm just happy you're here, vod'ika. That's all."

• Astronomy lesson

Tech taught Omega astronomy. How to read sky maps and name constellations. They often sat together at night, watching the sky. Hunter would get a little angry when they stay up too late, fearing that both his brother and little sister would be sick, but his anger faded quickly when he saw the smile on Omega's face. Papa Hunter would do anything to make his little girl happy.

• Two captains

Howzer is Rex's twin, like Fives and Echo. They are giving the same vibe. They trained together from an early age, still as cadets, and then the war separated them. They are also very similar in character. Courageous and great leaders, they do not abandon their people until the very end. I feel they would get along pretty well.

• Brothers for life

Cody was like an older brother to Rex. His ore'vod. He trusted him the most of all the clones.They were inseparable from the beginning of the war and became very close after the Umbara ARC. I imagine Cody was comforting a devastated Rex. He knew perfectly well that under the mask of captain's determination there was a lot of pain and suffering after loss of many brothers. They were both good people who saw a lot of evil and death in their lives. They carried mourning in their hearts and finaly were able tolet go all their emotions. It was the first time Rex had let tears flow in his brother's arms. He felt loved and safe, and Cody didn't let him go for a long time. From this moment, they looked at each other a bit differently, carefully analyzing the other's emotions and making sure that everything was okay. Besides being strong and serious leaders, they were caring and loving brothers on the inside.

Also, I just know that they were having small competition. The 501st and 212th were competing against each other as to which legion/batalion was more effective in combat. General Kenobi and Anakin secretly supported this fun game.

• Suffering medic

Kix put a lot of pressure on himself as a medic. He wanted to save as many lives as possible and not let a single soldier die. He always fought to the very end, refusing to rest until the last man was healed. Each death of his brother was equally painful for him and he treated it as a personal failure.

Umbara left a huge mark on him. He failed. So many of his brothers had fallen, and he worked until he was breathless. Only when he was so exhausted, that he could no longer stand on his own, he agreed to take a break.

Kix sat alone against the wall, looking at his hands, and cried quietly. His hands and armor were covered with the blood of his brothers. Some of them were badly hurt, others didn't make it. Kix wished he were in their place right now and felt guilty. It was hard for him to be the one that survived.

He didn't know how long he sat like that, but at one moment he felt a gentle hand on his shoulder and a calm voice that he recognized immediately. It was Jesse. His best friend, his brother... Jesse told him that he did everything he could, that it wasn't his fault, but Kix wasn't convinced.

Then Jesse, seeing how bad his brother's condition was, that he started shaking, without thinking much, he wrapped his arms around Kix, pulling him into a tight hug. The medic did not protest and gave vent to his emotions and helplessness. It was the first time anyone was interested in his health. He had always been responsible for others and now someone was taking care of him. It felt nice, warm... Kix hugged back his brother and they both know that they feel the same way.

#clone wars #bad batch #headcanon #clones #captain rex #commander cody #hunter bad batch #tbb echo #tech bad batch #tbb crosshair #captain howzer #star wars #headcanons #family #brothers in arms

[phantom-of-the-keurig]

I love Book of Boba Fett like probably more than most people but my power of delusion is so strong that in my head, the scooter gang mods are replaced by a wayward gang of children of clones, making them Boba’s nieces and nephews. While they range from human to hybrids, they all share similar features to Boba in some way or form because the Fett genes are just that strong

And they play a central role in helping Boba come to terms with his identity as a clone and instead of setting himself apart from the clones or seeing himself as better, he accepts them as family and integrates that gang into his clan and takes on the role as their ba'vodu

This later inspires Din to consider there is more than one way to be a Mandalorian and instead of the awful season 3 nonsense we get a season of Din setting out to find more Mandalorians with all different backgrounds and traditions to learn from them

#sorry ranting I’m avoiding studying rn #the book of boba fett #sw tbobf #boba fett #my head canons

[starshipwriting]

I have fallen into the Codywan pit, but I'm going down with it. Idea inspired by More than Blood by generalekenobi on AO3 Cody and Obi Wan raise Luke and Leia as Mandalorian Jedi after Order 66, but on Mandalore, a Mandalore that doesn't fall to the Empire and is a strong force of resistance. Plus, force sensitive Din Djarin who was a foundling but was taken to be trained as an inquisitor and Sith. He thinks his covert is dead and that fuels a lot of his hatred for a long time. Until he meets this very pretty mandalorian named Luke, who also happens to be one of his targets. And Din has to grapple with reconnecting to his past as a foundling and mandalorian, and with his duty to the Empire and dark side. Obi Wan has a heart attack when Luke introduces Din to him and Cody.

Luke: Mom! Dad! Meet my boyfriend Din!

Obi Wan: oh maker, that's a Sith

Cody: Well at least we know he's got his father's genes

#dinluke #codywan #au idea #brain dump #maybe mand'alor Luke #He'd probably disagree with Bo Katan around The Night of A Thousand Tears #And mandalorians love fights #So maybe he wins the darksaber

[cienie-isengardu]

My RepCom Musing: Vau about Skirata’s class-war rhetoric

Not much musing as collecting together the repeating detail about Vau and Skirata seen through the book series:

Republic Commando Triple Zero:

"He's a good lad. But he ought to be getting some sleep." He raked his hair with his fingers, yawning. "Fatigue affects your judgment."

"But not yours," Vau said quietly.

Skirata was alert in a heartbeat and swung his legs off the table onto the floor. Vau could wind him up as surely as a mechanical toy. "If I don't move fast enough when the shooting starts, that's my problem. I'm used to it."

"Yes, we all know." Vau turned to Etain. "This is normally where he starts lecturing me on his ghastly childhood as a starving war orphan living feral on some bomb site, and how I just ran away to become a mercenary because I was bored with my idle, rich family."

Republic Commando True Colors:

"Part of my inheritance," I say. "Father and I didn't agree on my career plans."

Justice for me; justice for the clone troops, used up and thrown away like flimsi napkins.

"The drinks are on you, then," says Boss, Delta's sergeant "If we'd known you were loaded, we'd have hit you up ear-lier."

"Was loaded. Cut off without a tin cred."

I've never told them about my family or my title. I think the only person I told was Kal, and then I got the full blast of his class-war rhetoric.

and

 "You liberated it for the lads? Walon, that's..."   

"I liberated it to cover my shebs," Vau said.   

Skirata nodded, suddenly unable to meet Vau's eyes any longer. "Of course you did."

"If the only items missing ... are from the Vau deposit box, then it narrows down the suspects." Vau reached out for the beaker and managed to get it to his lips. He spilled a lot of it, but that was okay. He was recovering fast. "Just made it look like good old-fashioned random thieving."

"Your dad couldn't touch you even if he did work out that you'd come back."

It was clearly one admission too far for Vau. He was definitely embarrassed, not angry. "Look, Kal, when you were surviving on dead borrats and gravel and playing the working-class martyr, did nobody teach you how to steal like a professional?"

Republic Commando Order 66:

“Now do you see? Do you?” Vau hissed the sibilant like escaping steam. Mird cowered on the floor, whining softly. “I’m sick to death of your sentimental twaddle about Jango betraying us by letting Kamino use his genes. He did it to stop the Jedi. He did it to create an army strong enough to bring them down. You drone on about the injustice of unelected elites, my little working-class hero-well, now they’re gone. Yes, it cost our boys’ lives, but the Jedi are gone, gone, gone. And they won’t be killing Mandalorians again, not for a long time. Maybe never.”

A) Kal has a strong opinion about social class injustices and dislike for elites (i.e. Jedi, nobles including Vau to some degree).

B) Vau and Skirata seemed to talk and/or argue a lot in that matter

C) Vau in Order 66 was done with Skirata’s rhetoric (and totally angry once Kal started helping Jedi in IC:501st)

#star wars #kal skirata #walon vau #walon vau and kal skirata #republic commando #My RepCom musing #you can tell how Vau is so done with Kal in that matter with each passing book #what makes me wonder how many times they had that discussion and why they even bothered to talk about it so often #i'm a bit sad that vau actually was willing to tell skirata somethin so personal and kal changed that into his typical hate rant #also the irony how skirata was bashing jedi for most of books but then in ic:501st kinda changed his mind and vau was furous about it

[r2b2grady]

Star Wars: The Dad Effect

Watching The Clone Wars with a friend and something hit me while watching S1E20, Innocents of Ryloth: there’s a reason that the Bad Batch automatically became dads in their show—clones are practically made to be dads.

Lemme break it down:

Jango Fett, the genetic template of the clone army had the Kaminoans clone him a son as part of his payment. Now, I know enough biology to know that just ‘cause they’re clones of him, that doesn’t mean that they’re gonna be carbon copies of him. But it’s possible that he has a strong fatherly instinct and that there are echoes of that in his genes.

He’s a Mandalorian and was responsible for training them. Regardless of whether the Cuy’val Dar are still canon, Jango would have built the curriculum at the very least, so some elements of Mandalorian culture were bound to infuse the curriculum.

Even though the Republic Commando books aren’t canon any more, what we see in The Mandalorian at least shows that there’s still a very strong sense of “Family is more than blood” (or “Aliit ori’shya tal’din,” for my fellow mando’a fans), so it’s likely the clones are predisposed towards that.

In conclusion, as that friend put it: they’re a Dad Army.

#Star Wars #Star Wars: The Clone Wars #Star Wars: The Bad Batch #The Clone Wars #The Bad Batch #Mandalorian culture #Jango Fett #Cuy'val Dar #Mando'ade #Star Wars: Republic Commando #Republic Commando #Buire

[subbing-for-clones]

The Alpha and The Omega Part 2

Alpha Maul x Omega Reader

Summary: Darth Maul becomes Maul and has to figure out how to both survive and thrive in the galaxy on his own. It’s more difficult than he thought it would be, especially after being thrown into a mix of bounty hunters with a unique gene that he also shares that are more than willing to allow him into their pack. Can he learn to trust those around him after a life time of near solitude?

Word Count: 4.9k

WARNINGS: Mentions of death and injuries, hints to slavery. A/B/O dynamics. Maul’s injury is not the canon one

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  No.

This wasn’t how it was supposed to end.

    Maul was falling, plunging into the depths of a reactor shaft on Naboo. He had killed a Jedi Master; finally, after all his years of training and harsh lessons, he had succeeded in this long-awaited trial. He didn’t plan for the Master’s padawan to be so strong and so quick. Right when he had started to celebrate his victory by taunting his opponent who had hung from the very shaft he was falling into, he was caught off guard. The padawan had leapt up, used his fallen Master’s saber and plunged it straight through his chest before kicking him down into the abyss.

    Maul could still feel the padawan’s rage billowing through the surrounding force, his pain and sadness and he took pleasure in it. The fact that he had cracked the padawan’s resolve was a consolation to his failure. He had failed his mission, he had failed himself, he had failed his Master; years wasted. His life, wasted. His eyes widened in a realization and harnessing his physical pain, Maul was able to take hold of an air vent, hoisting himself up and into the tight tunnels and calling the working half of his saber into his grip with a burst of fury through the force.

    Every time he had thought he was able to keep something from Sidious it was revealed that his master had planned his movements long before he made them. No, he had not failed his Master, he had followed his plan accordingly. Sidious wanted him to fall on Naboo; he wanted the Jedi to believe they had once again eradicated the threat of the Sith and take on a new apprentice. Newfound anger at his betrayal fueled him to climb through the ventilation until he finally reached the surface. The wound in his chest was not fatal, it had passed between both of his hearts but still ached and throbbed; the burning of the instant cauterization kept him from bleeding to death. He should have died from the impact of the fall.

    He had to leave, he couldn’t let the Jedi or his master know he had survived. Concealing his force signature like he had had to master years ago, he kept to the shadows. He feared the Jedi would recognize his ship; he knew his master would, so he almost regrettably left it behind. The citizens were still celebrating their false victory drunkenly in the streets so it was far too easy to steal a small ship and escape the planet since the blockade had been eradicated.  

    He made his way to the furthest reaches of the outer rim on the boarder of wild space to evade his master’s detection. He spent a year bouncing between planets, nursing his injury and keeping up his original training by fighting fearsome beasts. When he had returned to his full strength, he dared inch slightly closer to civilization. He had returned to Tatooine in hopes of gathering some supplies despite his almost empty purse.

    He had fallen into bounty hunting by accident. He came across a small moisture farm and with the intent to rob it, had found himself face to face with an utterly terrified Twi’lek male. Maul was about to unsheathe his weapon but stopped when the man before him dropped to his knees.

“Please! Please don’t take me back to Jabba! I know he has a price on my head but I can’t go back there!” sobs cracked through his words and Maul grimaced in disgust at the man’s weakness. “I- I don’t have much but I’ll pay you what I can if you leave me alone and forget you ever saw me. Please.”

     Maul did no such thing. With the promise of credits, he ignited his blade and took the man’s head in one fell swoop. Carrying his head over his shoulder by one of the Twi’lek’s lekku along with the credits he had offered him for his freedom, he made his way to Jabba’s palace to collect a reward. Sure enough, he was promised a handsome sum for killing the thief and presenting his head to Lord Jabba.

    He sat at a small table in the corner of the cantina while he awaited his pay. He scanned the room, taking note of every patron and exit while the band played music he didn’t care for. His eyes met the visor of who he assumed was a bounty hunter under Jabba’s employ. The Mandalorian warrior strode over to him slowly after muttering something to one of the servant girls. The man pulled the only other chair out from Maul’s table and settled himself down in it, followed quickly by the girl carrying two amber bottles. She gave a dainty bow before she trotted away, leaving the two men in a heavy silence.

    Maul could smell him; he didn’t feel like a threat to him per say as he could tell the Mandalorian wasn’t a force user, but he did waft a heady scent that made the flesh on the back of Maul’s neck raise up. He bared his teeth to the man and growled before taking a swig of the bottle; never taking his eyes off of the stranger in front of him.

“Easy there Alpha. I’m not here to start trouble.” Maul pretended like he wasn’t confused by the title he had been assigned. Some bounty hunter lingo perhaps.

“I haven’t seen you around here or around the guilds before. How long have you been hunting?” the man never removed his helmet to drink his beer, rather placed a metal straw in the opening and sipped it from under his helm.

“Not long,” Maul wanted to give this man as little information as possible without rousing suspicion. He had interacted with bounty hunters before and was under the impression they didn’t ask questions, unlike the Mandalorian. Maul watched intently as the man reached into his utility belt and pulled out a card before sliding it across the table in his direction. He quirked his brow ridge at the man waiting for an explanation.

“We tend to take care of our own. Guild Master on this card has a set up on Corellia. She’s a mated Omega, she’ll help you get started up, might be able to pull a few strings and get you into the Guild,” he rapped his knuckles once on the table and stood as a Gamorrian Guard approached with Maul’s payment. He took the purse quickly and made his way to the exit but not before shooting the stranger one last glance.

“Good luck out there brother,” he rasped through his vocoder and giving a lazy two finger salute.

      Maul made his way back across the desert as night was starting to fall, a relief from the blistering heat. He had some strange exchanges in his life but none that had left him so confused. Why had the man called him Alpha and referred to him as a brother? What in the name of the force was a mated Omega? He had never heard of that species before despite his Master��s thorough tutelage. He sat in the cockpit of his ship holding the card in his crimson and tattooed fingers, lost in thought. He hadn’t considered what his life would turn into with his newfound freedom.

    He knew he wanted revenge and the notoriety he was promised, how he would achieve it on his own he had no clue. He considered how he might be able to gain influence in the underworld and high contacts should he become a renowned bounty hunter. He had the skillset for it. He needed the credits too. Sighing, he punched in the coordinates to Corellia, confident in the idea that his Master was convinced of his demise and made his way there.

    He never much liked Corellia, he had been here several times before. Despite the fact that it was easy to get lost in a crowd, it was also difficult to perceive incoming threats if he dropped his guard. He wandered through the streets, keeping to the alleyways when he could with the hood of his black cloak pulled over his head, obscuring others’ ability to see his face. He glanced down between the card in his hand and the neon signs above the various businesses. Trying to locate a cantina called The Den, supposedly in Coronet owned by a Theelin named Zeni.

    Sure enough, after rounding a dozen corners he finally found a hole in the wall with a little sign that read The Den, in red lights. Two characters he didn’t recognize from any languages he was familiar with, unlit, one painted on either side of the basic neon lettering. He pushed open the heavy door and was pleasantly surprised to find it larger than it looked on the inside. The room was dark, lit by low glowing lights. Cigar smoke wafted lazily through the air but not so much that it made you choke. Various tapestries and flags decorated the walls along with photographs of people he wouldn’t have been able to recognize if he had cared to try.

Only a few patrons sat scattered around the cantina, their attention on data-pads and bounty pucks. He spotted a dark blue haired, purple skinned Theelin behind the bar chatting flirtatiously with a large Chiss male.

    A scent, different but akin to the one the Mandalorian had permeated the room, swirling with a strong flowery one. The odd pair’s eyes snapped up to him the moment the door closed behind the Zabrak. He took a bar stool a few seats down from the Chiss and stared straight ahead, feeling the man’s eyes narrow in his direction. The Theelin woman he assumed was Zeni strode over to him after patting the Chiss’s arm affectionately.  

“Don’t mind him, you know how Alphas get when unmated ones come around their Omega,” she was absentmindedly wiping down the dark bar with a damp rag before setting a glass down, “what can I get for you?”

Maul reached into the pocket of his robes and pulled out her card and set it down on the counter.

“I was told you were the one to come to if I wanted to join the guild.”

“You got a sponsor? Proof of successful hunts?” she quirked a brow at him as the man he assumed was her mate kept a close eye on him. Maul was confused.

“I wasn’t aware you needed a sponsor to join the Guild.”

“Not the collective no, but if you wanna join this house you’ll need someone to vouch that you’re not an over aggressive Alpha or too submissive Omega,” the Chiss answered before Zeni could. Leaning across the empty space he extended a hand, “Call me Coth, Zeni’s Alpha.” Maul hesitantly took the man’s hand and gave a firm, curt shake, “Maul.”

“You’re unmated,” Coth stated, it wasn’t a question. Maul at least understood what that meant.

“I do not have a mate no. Is that important?”

“No,” Zeni cut in, “we’ve quite a few lone Alphas in our ranks, few unmated Omegas too, as long as you don’t give the girls too much trouble, we won’t have a problem.”

Maul was getting frustrated with the terms he didn’t understand, “What are these Alphas and Omegas? I’ve only heard of them over the last few days from another bounty hunter. Is this some kind of title?”

The mated pair exchanged a bewildered look, “You don’t know?” Coth asked. Maul simply stared at them while Zeni sighed heavily and reached behind her, pouring a massive amount of liquor into the empty glass she had placed in front of Maul. Coth had scooted over to sit next to him.

“He wouldn’t be the first,” he started, “do you remember when ‘Meg first came around with Bane? She didn’t know hardly anything. Terrified of every Alpha she smelled, poor thing.”

“Of course I remember, I wouldn’t let her catch you referring to her as a ‘poor thing’. She’s probably our best Omega, she does work for the collective too now, not just our house. Still don’t know where she came from. I think Bane knows but you know how he is. Moves around a lot that girl, just like he does.” Coth nodded at Zeni’s words before turning his attention back to Maul who was only half listening at this point as he nursed his liquor.

“Long story short, it’s a gene. It’s why you can smell me and my honey there. You’ve got the Alpha which makes you stronger, faster and a bit smarter than the rest of your species.”

Maul mulled over Coth’s words. From what he had learned, most of his kind from Dathomir had some kind of connection to the force, perhaps this added gene was why he was chosen to be Sidious’s apprentice.

“And what of the Omega?” he turned to Zeni and she grinned. “Same deal for the most part but we always fall in line behind our mighty Alphas,” she leaned over the bar pinched her lover’s cheek and gave him a playful growl before turning her attention back to the Zabrak.

“Listen I’ll cut you some slack, if you got this card, it means someone in our house gave it to you so you caught someone’s eye. Who gave it to you anyway?”

“I never got a name, he was a Mandalorian at Jabba’s palace.” Coth’s eyes gleamed, “Interesting, he’s never recruited anyone before.” Coth stared off into the corner of the bar while Zani spoke up again.

“Like I said I’ll cut you a break Maul, I can’t just grant you instant access to the guild’s bounty list; especially without a sponsor but if you can consistently turn in public bounties through us for six months and prove to be reliable, I’ll grant you membership and you can start taking some pucks,” she looked to her mate for a final approval. He gave her a curt nod and she refilled Maul’s drink with a pleased smile, “what do you say?”

Maul shot back the last of the liquor and stood, “prove my worth, join the ranks. Sounds reasonable..”

Coth also stood and retrieved a data-pad with a list of public bounties, “good, here. Take your pick, bring em back to us and you’ll get the reward through our broker.”

      Over the next two months Maul proved to be an almost mechanically reliable hunter. He only ever took bounties that were listed with the option to bring them in dead, made his job easier. He found that it wasn’t as lucrative as he had hoped but he was only taking public bounties at the moment. They tended to be cheap but there were a lot at his disposal. The jobs were too easy for him, he was a born hunter and a trained killer yet he was hunting down mostly thieves who stole from the wrong people. His strength through the force came to every advantage, he enjoyed toying with his victims; making them run, giving them a false hope that they would escape but they never could.

    To say he liked the other hunters at the Den would’ve been an overstatement but he didn’t necessarily dislike them either. Zeni was always friendly and welcoming when he came to drop off the bodies and collect his pay. Coth was as pleasant as an Alpha could be to another. He slowly started picking up social ques about the sub culture. Alphas were fiercely protective of their Omegas and although the Omegas were a force to be reckoned with all on their own; he realized how true Zeni’s earlier statement had been. They always fell in line behind their Alphas and their Alphas took great care of them. He still hadn’t met an Omega that wasn’t already mated and he wasn’t sure that he wanted to; the bond looked like an anchor, a distraction.

    After collecting a series of quarries, he returned once again to Corellia to collect. When he entered the familiar cantina, a new scent almost knocked him out with its intensity. It was soft and earthy, lightly floral but incredibly strong. Noticing that Zeni was preoccupied talking to a woman at the bar with Coth by her side he took a seat in one of the empty booths and started looking through the newly available bounties from the public database trying to push through the fog that clouded his mind. He could just barely sense an individual in his proximity that had a strong connection to the force and it made him bristle.

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      Your pupils blew out the moment the scent hit your nose. You had been around your fair share of unmated Alphas by now but you had never been so affected before. You turned away from Zeni to scan the bar and your eyes fell on someone you had never seen in the cantina before. A crimson Zabrak’s eyes bored into yours for only a moment before he turned back to whatever it was he was doing. Zeni had to wave her lilac hand in front of your face to bring your attention back to her while Coth chuckled, obviously aware of how you were affected.

“Who the fuck is that?” you asked nodding your head in his direction. Coth quieted down long enough to answer you.

“Name’s Maul. New to the game, Fett gave him the card but he doesn’t have a sponsor.”

“Never heard of Fett handing out your card,” you quirked your brow over to Zeni.

“As far as I know he never has. Maul must’ve had some crazy strong pheromones going off to catch that Alphas attention,” she chirped, “since it was Fett who extended the invitation and he’s obviously an Alpha I told him he can take public bounties and cash em in here for a while ‘till he proves to be a good addition to our pack.”

    You nodded pensively before downing your drink. His scent was heady, a strong woody and musty, lightly smoky smell that heated your muscles under your skin. You had finished your heat recently so you were confident that the only pheromones you were releasing were your normal Omega ones. Still, you felt his eyes on you and you could feel the dark side of the force surrounding him. Interesting.

“How’s he doing? Why doesn’t he have a sponsor?” you tried to ask nonchalantly while you looked through the pucks Coth had set out for you to take your pick from.

“He won’t ask for sponsorship and no one’s offered. He’s doing great considering he didn’t have a clue he was an Alpha when he first wondered in here.”

“He didn’t?” the mirrored déjà vu was not lost on you.

“Nope, but he’s taken care of the most dangerous thieves that have been posted publicly, finds em quick too,” Coth praised, “plus he’s left the mated Omegas alone, hasn’t challenged any of the other Alphas either. Keeps to himself, still doesn’t have a mate as far as I can tell,” he gave you a not-so-subtle wink and jab with his elbow.

You glared at him from under the rim of your hat. “So he needs a sponsor..” you turned your attention back to Zeni picking up three of the pucks and sliding the rest back to Coth.

“I’m way ahead of you ‘Meg,” she set two glasses with a few ice cubes in front of you and a full bottle of whisky; the spicy kind you liked, and turned her love sick gaze back to the Chiss she called her mate. You took the glasses and the bottle and turned to walk towards the strange Alpha.

    You watched a scantily dressed Twi’lek slide into the worn booth next to him and try to mutter something into his ear, you smirked when he made an effort to scoot away from her but this woman was persistent. She had no scent, she wasn’t an Omega, she had no business trying to woo an Alpha. Fucking Betas, you thought. They made up the majority of the population and couldn’t tell the difference between Alphas, Omegas and their kind. She didn’t notice you while you set the glasses down softly on the table; bottle still in hand. When you cleared your throat, she looked up at you with an annoyed huff. You swept your coat to the side, showing the blaster strapped to your thigh, “beat it bitch,” your voice was sultry and smooth but carried an authority only a respected Omega could.

    You watched her scurry away looking frightened and ignored the snorts of amusement coming from the bar. Every patron in the Den knew you and your reputation. You had no problem challenging anyone who stood in your way. Whether that came from the skills you had learned as a Jedi or an attitude you picked up from Bane; you didn’t know and didn’t care. It worked.

    The Alpha said nothing as you glided into the black booth opposite him and slid one of the empty glasses over to him; passing him the bottle once you had poured yourself a generous serving. You allowed yourself to enjoy the spicy malt liquor and watched as he also poured the amber liquid over the ice cubes in his glass. His scent was over powering, it turned your insides into butterflies; something the other Alphas had never done. The pheromones he released told you he was vaguely interested in your presence, welcoming it, almost. But his force signature told you he was wary, waiting to see why you had approached him in the first place.

    For a few minutes the two of you sat in silence, eyes locked on one another while you basked in the other’s aroma and sipped your drinks until you broke the silence.

“So, you’re the new Alpha in town,” you cocked your brow at him.

“That’s what I’ve been told, yes,” he poured himself a second drink and you hummed.

“I hear you’ve been taking up the public listings and doing fairly well for yourself,” you leaned back and stretched your free arm over the back of the booth.

“Is this going somewhere or did you just want to buy me a drink?” the corner of his mouth quirked up and his golden eyes narrowed slightly as he also leaned back, spreading his legs to a more comfortable and dominant position.

You nodded your head, respecting the fact that he valued his time. Still, you made him wait till you finished your drink and sighed. “I also hear you might be in need of a sponsorship.”

“As you said, I’m doing quite well for myself. Not so sure I need one.”

You poured yourself another glass and hummed again, leaning forward towards him and resting on your elbows with your drink clasped between your hands. “That maybe the case but without one it’ll be a while before your granted membership. Even then, new initiates only get last picks.”

“Are you offering me something?” he leaned forward slightly, searching your face for your intentions before you could speak them.

“As a matter of fact, I am. The hunter who sponsored me was high ranking so when I got in; I got better pickings by affiliation. I’m giving you the same chance I had by offering you, my sponsorship.”

“What exactly would I have to do?” he growled. Obviously not keen on the idea of owing anyone anything.

“Nothing you’re not already doing,” you placed the three pucks you had gotten from Zeni on the table and pulled a fourth out of your pocket you had gotten from a private hire. “Come with me and help me take care of these four, come back and collect fifty percent after fuel costs. Simple. After that you’ll have full membership and higher paying bounties to choose from. Few weeks instead of a few months, thousands instead of hundreds.”

    You leaned back and gave him time to look over the information each puck carried. Even if he decided to try to run off with the info and catch them on his own, no guild master would cash him out without a membership. You barely caught the slight widening of his eyes when he saw the cash reward. You felt his need through the force and smelled it from him. You knew he would accept your offer but you allowed him to drag out his answer for a few minutes while he mulled it over.

“Alright,” his voice was velvety, “I’ll play along. When do we leave?”

“Is your ship somewhere you can leave it unattended? We’re taking mine.”

“Yes, it is.”

“Good, meet me at the refueling station by night fall, docking bay number 7. I have to resupply. Bring whatever you’ll need for a few weeks,” you stood and collected your pucks, tucking them safely into the bag that hung from your shoulder, “don’t keep me waiting Alpha,” you cooed before sauntering out of the cantina.

    Maul poured himself a third drink from the bottle you left, he had more than enough time and was hoping to drown out the strange thickness your scent left on his tongue. The seat you left open was quickly filled by none other than Coth. He was grinning dumbly, wide and toothy; his red eyes gleaming.

“Did she offer you a sponsorship?”

“Yes, we’re leaving tonight,” he didn’t quite understand why he felt so comfortable talking to Coth. Perhaps it was because of the pack mentality this house seemed to have, maybe it was something to do with the unique gene they all shared. It could just be because he spent his whole life alone besides his master and although he would never admit it, he marginally preferred occasional company. He wasn’t a threat to this Alpha’s mate and thus Coth wasn’t a threat to him; so, he pressed on, “why is her scent so much… stronger than the other Omegas?”

“Who ‘Meg? She’s unmated. Hasn’t even been scented by another Alpha. Not that no one’s tried. Usually, Omegas are mated shortly after their first heat but she’s been around for three years or so now and she’s a force to be dealt with. Probably the least submissive Omega I’ve ever met. Cad Bane sponsored her and even he respects her.”

“Why did she turn down the others’ advances? I thought Omegas were supposed to be pliant.”

“They are with their Alpha. She’s especially headstrong though. I overheard her chatting with Zeni one time when she actually got pretty smashed, going on about how it would be an honor to submit to an Alpha but it had to be one worthy of submission.”

    Maul nodded and was pleasantly surprised with what he was told. He of all people could understand being willing to fall in line but it had to be to a greater power than the one possessed by the follower, not just anyone. He finished his drink and thanked Coth for the information and gave Zeni an uncharacteristic wave before he left the cantina; much to her delight.

    He made his way back to his ship and gathered a few pairs of extra clothes and the rest of his ration bars in his pack before paying the caretaker of the of the ship yard enough credits to dock his ship there for six weeks. He hoped that would be long enough, Corellia wasn’t exactly cheap to store your ship on for long periods of time. It would be worth it if he really could come back to better prospects. He never sensed that you had lied to him, neither through the force or through your scent. He took his time and bought a few meat kabobs from a vendor on the street before heading to the location you had given him.

    Sure enough, when he arrived at dock 7, he saw you chatting with a Quarren while one of his employees loaded a few crates into your cargo bay. He took a moment to admire you, your scent wasn’t nearly so intoxicating at this distance. He silently appreciated the way the glow from the setting sun lit up behind your silhouette and cast a slight shadow over your face under the brim of your hat but your eyes never lost their glow. How your posture was relaxed and friendly yet carried an air that demanded respect from those around you. You had smiled brightly at something the supplier said and let out a melodious laugh that rang through the cooling dusk. He felt a pang of jealousy that almost startled him. He had no reason to be possessive of you. Still, when you turned to him, a smile still across your lips and motioned him over to you he held a sense of pride with being beckoned to your side. He was utterly fucked, wasn’t he?

 As the two of you walked up the ramp and closed the hatch behind you, you turned to face him.

“You ready for some big game Alpha?” he nodded.

“Maul, my name is Maul.”

“Alright Maul, if that’s what you prefer. Call me ‘Meg.”

Yes, he was indeed fucked.

#Maul x reader #Darth maul #TPM #TPM AU #maul fluff #a/b/o #a/b/o dynamics

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Owl, your fics are wonderful and I adore them. Do you perhaps have any fun LeiaPaz or Dinluke headcanons post Little Bird? It's my favourite ❤

:D of course!! I am so glad to get this--I love Little Bird. I need to do more like that story lol

So, Din has the whole galaxy basically under his thumb now. He is seen as one of the best kings Mandalore has and though he isn't necessarily the true emperor of the galaxy, he is close enough to it. the Republic functions better with his assistances than without. Especially since now the Jedi were owned by the Mandalorians. They technically have no protection.

The Mandalorians discovered that there was a manufacturing of Clones bought by someone loyal to the former Sith and members fo the Republic. Din ceases this when he discovers they are of Mandalorian genes. Roughly a million were created and they were taken in by the Mand'alor. The clones serve him with complete loyalty. Especially when he offers them citizenship on Mandalore, Coruscant, and some other planets under his rule so they can live. Their rapid aging is also revealed and stopped so they can have a long life. They are in their mid-twenties...and won't start aging until their actual age catches up with their biological age--so basically they probably get an extra ten-twenty years to make up for how they were used.

One Clone, seen as their leader, is offered a Jedi as treaty of sorts. Commander Cody hones in on Obi-Wan instantly (we shall say he is in his late thirties and Luke is in his early twenties). Obi-Wan blames Luke because it is easier to blame a Skywalker for every bit of drama in the galaxy. (Luke finds this fair)

The Clones become some of the best warriors and many of them volunteer to live on (very nice) ships in rotations to keep the galaxy in order. Rex is Luke's top body guard. They get along great but he is very loyal to Din.

A new school/Order starts up mingling the Jedi and Mandalorians together.

Din demands domestic-ness at all times they are together. He thrives off having him alone in their wing of the palace with their children playing around, homely cooking simmering on their personal stove, hot chocolate being begged for, as Rey and Grogu have waddle races around their father's legs.

Din loves removing Luke's cuffs and having his Force sensitive family being connected together.

Din leaves the restraints on as part of the extra deal. Luke doesn't wear them all the time. He rarely has them except when Din needs some comfort to know Luke can't leave him (not as often now) or if Luke got very sassy and needed a punishment (more often than the paranoia).

Rey is a daddy's girl. She will fall on her backside and wail until Din picks her up. Din does. She has him more whipped than Grogu or Luke. She is a spoiled princess and Luke is very amused at how this big, bad, terrifying ruler of the galaxy cannot for the life of him handle his princess crying. Luke teases Din with Grogu on him being such a pushover. Din just huffs. Grogu and Luke grin.

She grows up incredibly headstrong and stubborn with a strong sense of Mandalorian pride.

She and Grogu have a mountain of toys in their shared room (they share it up until she is thirteen). They sneak out of bed past bedtime all the time to play late into the night. They think they are so sneaky. Their Force-sensitive fathers, one of them a Master Jedi, are very aware.

Luke becomes very good at knowing how to keep Din happy. He knows that is one of his biggest roles as consort. He needs to make sure that Din is kept stable and calm so he doesn't kill someone in his anger and doesn't dip into the Darkside more than he does.

#dinluke #owl inbox

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Myles has a Crush

Request: This may be a weird request, but may I request for Myles having  crush on somebody from the covert? I assume the djarin family visits occasionally and maybe he has a small crush on a girl (yknow like how in kindergarten kids sometimes had small crushes on eachother?) MSMSMS din attempting to give ✨fatherly advice✨?

A/n: I LOVE THIS!!! This is literally such a cute idea. I stopped everything to write this. I did it in headcanon/thought form so hopefully that’s okay. I hope you like it!

Please consider reblogging, I love hearing all y’alls thoughts. They make my day!

This goes along with my Days filled With Love Series. You can find the first part here :)

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“Has Myles been acting weird again? I’m worried about him.” Your husband only groans in response. His eyes closed and his mind hazy as your fingertips stroke through his curls.

He’s too sleepy to think about emotion right now. His head rests on your chest, nose up against your sternum, perfectly nestled between your two mounds. It’s his favorite place to be.

“I tried talking to him last night at bedtime but he just shied away. I don’t know what to do. I want to give him space so he can come to me when he’s ready, but he’s so quiet. Like, I don’t want to be that parent that forces their kids to tell them stuff. But I-”

“Cyare.”

“I also want to know so I am able to help him. What if he’s not telling us because he doesn’t want to be a burden. But how could he even think that. How-”

“Cyar’ika.”

“Do I not tell them I love them enough? Do I-”

“Cyare!” Two palms grab the sides of your face and it breaks you from your spiraling thoughts. “Finally. Stop worrying, I’ll talk to him today. It’ll be fine. Now can we just sleep for one more hour.” He nuzzles in further and his hands wrap around your waist.

***

“Dad can I ask you a question?” Myles taps his fathers back, trying to get his attention.

“Sure bud, what’s up?” Din turns around so he can fully face his son.

“Can we go somewhere secret?” Myles voice is hushed and his helmet tilts down

Din looks back to where Paz and some other mandalorians crowd around, laughing and boasting about various things they’ve done. “Sure.”

He let’s Myles lead him by his hand to a secluded corner. He can’t help the strong feeling of warmth he gets from how small his son's hand is wrapped up in his own palm.

“Okay, I need help.”

Din bends down so he is closer to his son. Although he doesn’t need to go far as Myles is already almost to his chest. Seems he got the tall gene. He can hear your voice saying how similar his kids are to him and his chest puffs up in pride.

“Dad! Focus!”

“Sorry, I’m listening. You have my full attention. What do you need help with?” He doesn’t need to see his son's face to know that there is a slight blush to them. He can just tell from the way his fingers pick at his hands and the way his head is slightly tilted down.

“I just wanted to ask how you got Mom to like you?”

Din’s head tilts in confusion and he replays the question in his mind. Why would his son be wondering that? “Well, we started off as… friends. Eventually we became closer and closer and then one night-”

“No Dad, how did you know she liked you? And how did you make it not obvious you liked her?”

Finally it clicks in his mind and a smirk forms on his lips. “Why, do you like someone?”

“Di’kut where’d you- Myles! You like someone? This is huge! Who’s the lucky lady?” Paz emerges from around the corner and is instantly right next to Din.

“Oh ummm. It’s Skymel. But you can’t tell her!”

“Ahh, I see. What you need to do is show her how much of a man you are!”

“Yeah, women love that. Your mother always comments on how strong she thinks I am.”

“Wait, I’ve got a plan. It’ll be perfect for you Myles!”

***

What are they doing?

You’re sitting in the main room of the covert with your friend Beti. But over on the other side of the room Myles, Din, and Paz are huddled together in a little circle. Their helmets nearly touch as they whisper to each other.

“They look too calm for anything good to happen next.” Beti comments.

“Remind me why I married a goof and gave him children?”

“Honey, that was all you. I still question it myself.” The two of you laugh and in response Tobbi laughs along. His little golden eyes gleam and his hands flail around. Isabet, happily sitting in Beti’s arms, glares at him for begging so loud.

Rebekkah walks in and makes her way over to you two. Waving you smile as she approaches. “Long time no see! How have you been?”

“Good. Although I’m surprised Din hasn’t already put another kid in you.”

Warmth rises to your cheeks and you swat at her arm. She just laughs and raises her arms in defense.

Her daughter Skymel runs in and hugs you. “Do you know where Myles is?” The two of them have been friends since birth, as they were born around the same time.

“Yeah he’s over there with Din and Paz.”Pointing at the huddle of Beskar.

She nods and tickles Tobbi’s stomach. “Hey little guy.” He squeals and giggles. But before she can rush off to her friend, Myles and Paz seem to be sizing each other up.

“This is going to be interesting.” Beti says. “Bekkah, come sit down, you won’t want to miss this.”

Myles and Paz circle each other and Skymel plops down right next to you. “What are they doing?”

“Maker knows.” You sigh.

Paz goes to grab Myles but he quickly moves out of his grasp. He delivers a punch to Paz’s gut and in response Paz bends over, as if it really hurt him. Grabbing his uncle's helmet, he pulls him to the ground and promptly places a foot on the fallen mandalorians back.

“Oh my!” Beti places a hand over her mouth, trying to conceal her giggles.

Your husband then moves behind your son, sneakily trying to capture him. But it seems that Myles expected it because he slips between his hands and kicks the back of his knee.

Your husband topples and lands ontop of Paz. However, both their shoulders shake and you know they’re giggling like idiots.

Wiping his hands, Myles walks over to your little group.

“What was that?” You ask.

“They thought they were stronger than me so I had to show them they’re not.” He gestures to the two grown men laying ontop of each other in defeat.

“Right. Okay.” You bite your lip, trying to hide your smile.

“Wow Myles that was really cool. Do you think you could show me some moves?” Skymel asks, and as he nods they scurry off to another spot in the covert.

Once they leave the main room, Paz pushes Din off him.

“Oof!” CLANK.

They both get up and walk over to you. Paz reaches for Tobbi and takes him from your arms. Tobbi laughs loudly and slaps his helmet.

“So, what was that?” Beti asks. Din shrugs as he sits down next to you, wrapping an arm around your waist and pulling you into his body.

“Myles says he has a crush on Skymel.”

Suddenly all the dots connect and it makes sense why he was acting so weird, he was just embarrassed. Both Beti and Rebekkah coo. “That’s so cute!”

“That doesn’t answer my question though.”

“Well Myles needed to show Skymel that he is strong so he made a show of defeating us.” Paz says as he holds Tobbi above his head, letting him wiggle his limbs and giggle.

“He needed to show her that he was strong?” You ask.

“Yeah, you’re always on about how strong I am.” Din says as he grabs your hip.

All three of you giggle.

“What?”

“Love, it’s not how strong you are that made me fall in love with you. It’s how big your heart is and how you can make me feel like the most special person in the world. But, you’re not completely wrong, these are a big plus.” You grab his bicep and squeeze it.

“Oh.”

All of you break into loud laughter and smiles.

“Men, am I right?” Rebekkah says as her own husband approaches.

“I feel like I walked into a trap.”

“Don’t even get me started.” Din sighs.

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Hehe I love this! I hope you guys liked it!

As always, feedback is appreciated.

Love, Lordy :)

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WandaVision Final Episodes Theories: Cameos, Villains, and the X-Men

With only three confirmed episodes of WandaVision left in this season, there are still so many mysteries and potential plot lines left. What cameos, villains, and even potential franchise mergers could come from these final episodes?

                                                        Cameos

 It’s been teased that there may be a cameo, and based off of the Mandalorian’s style of screenwriting, it will come in the finale. So who is it? A certain aerospace engineer from other franchises? One of the X-Men or Fantastic 4? Boba Fett? (Marvel released a poster with Boba Fett on it, so anything’s possible). However, all evidence points to Captain Marvel. For starters, she has a very strong tie to Monica Rambeau and her family. Captain Marvel is arguably one of the strongest Avengers in sheer power, similar to Wanda, and both of their powers come from Infinity Stones. If anyone knows anything about how to stop this, slow it down, or even enter, it would be Captain Marvel. There’s physical evidence for this, too. The colors of blue, red, and yellow, the Captain Marvel colors chosen by Monica Rambeau, show up incredibly heavily in the sets and costumes. Wanda wears red, Vision wears yellow, and side characters, such as Pietro II and Geraldine wear blue. Billy and Tommy wear a combination of the two. Even in a promo poster for the next episodes, Darcy wears blue. Captain Marvel’s name has also been brought up in multiple episodes, something that hasn’t been done for any other Avenger or Marvel character. I’m pretty sure she’s going to show up. Also of note, going back to the color thing, is the increasing prevalence of the color green. In the last few episodes, green has been showing up. First, one of the twins wore green in with his blue shirt, breaking the coloration pattern. Vision also had a lot of green in his Halloween costume. Either this color symbolizes the ability to not be controlled by Wanda, as the twins and Vision can’t really be, or it hints at another possible tie. The background of the two WandaVision title screens on Disney Plus both use a greenish floral wallpaper almost identical to one showed in the flipthrough of letters on the Loki trailer. (I have a theory with side-by-side images, so go check that out for proof) The color green is used really heavily in the trailer, and is tied to Loki’s character, even going as far back as his childhood. Maybe the shows will intersect at some point. Obviously, any cameos that are tied to the show, aside from Owen Wilson or Tom Hiddleston, are going to have to wait until May to be explained.

                                                        Villains

There are so many theories over the villain of the show. Wanda. Nightmare. Agatha Harkness. The Grim Reaper. However, the most popular theory is that it’s Mephisto. Assuming the villain is him, as most of the evidence suggests, the question remains how he is controlling Wanda. He’s clearly altering the reality, as children appeared without her creating them, and Pietro II also appeared. He could be using Agnes, but the last episode kind of made her seem innocent. Of course, this could be an act, or she could be mind controlled by Mephisto, too. One option is that Mephisto is using his ability to alter the reality to continually antagonize Wanda to keep her upset. Easter eggs such as the commercials being reminiscent of dark parts of Wanda’s past, images of the Sokovian lab where she grew up, and continual mentions of her dead family could all be ensuring she stays in a state of mental anguish, fueling the Westview Anomaly. One potential perpetrator is Pietro II. He seems harmless enough. He showed up to help keep Wanda company, according to him, and seems to be a good uncle to Billy and Tommy. However, he may have a darker purpose. Pietro II has put pressure on Wanda and Vision’s relationship, the reason for the creation of the Hex. He keeps bringing up their parents. He reminds her of her painful past, and his death. He even causes trouble with Billy and Tommy, which has to be exhausting for Wanda. Pietro II has some suspicious lines, too. He calls Billy and Tommy “demonspawn from hell.” If Pietro II is Mephisto or working for Mephisto, this is a suspicious line, especially if Billy and Tommy were created by Mephisto in the reality for some nefarious purpose. Pietro II’s Halloween costume also had strategically placed tufts of hair that look kind of like devil horns. Obviously, these costumes were throwbacks, but the hair tufts are really suspicious, as it takes some work to get them into the position and shape to look like horns.

                                                   The X-Men 

One of the most talked-about theories is that the X-Men or Fantastic 4 are going to show up. After all, Pietro II actor Evan Peters was in the Fantastic 4 as Quicksilver. It has also been theorized that Wanda and Pietro were mutants, allowing them to survive the Mind Stone. In the comics, they were the children of the one and only Magneto. Obviously, that plot line doesn’t work in this contest-a big part of Wanda’s character is that her parents died. (Although an argument could be made that the reason the bomb did not explode was thanks to Magneto controlling it to protect his children.) But are Wanda and her brother mutants, or are they activating the mutant gene in people? I think that they are creating it. When Monica Rambeau gets her bloodwork back, it shows that her DNA has been completely altered. This could mean that she becomes Photon. But earlier on, Darcy said that the CMBR (cosmic microwave background radiation) was within safe limiets-for now. Obviously, the Hex has now expanded, and so will the radiation. It most likely is no longer within safe limits. So if taking someone inside the Hex changes their DNA, couldn’t the radiation do something similar? My theory is that WandaVision isn’t introducing the X-Men - it’s creating them. It would make sense from a writing standpoint. Now, Marvel has a new, recognizable franchise that they can bring in without having to explain any plot holes or lack of crossovers. They have a clean slate to reboot the franchise into Phase 4. Mutants won’t show up in this generation, but if everyone in and around Westview has the beginnings of the gene that causes mutations, and if they move (they have too, who would want to stay in or near Westview any more?) they will spread the gene to their children all over the world, beginning the race of mutants. Who knows how many people would be affected by the radiation? The Hex is massive, and its effects could spread all across New Jersey, beginning the central conflict of the X-Men. At any rate, it seems that these franchises, now owned by Disney, are going to intersect. Who knows when, or how, it will happen?

#wandavision #wandavision spoilers #wandavision theories #wandavision theory #marvel #marvel theories #mcu #mcu theories #loki #xmen #fan theories #loki theories #xmen theories #xmen marvel

[37-children-of-the-dreams]

Day #28: I Will Be The Strongest

Fennec's been through a lot in the Mandalorian, but she's always surviving and living like the legend she is. May and December can't get here any faster.

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Fennec had the hardest time keeping a poker face as her mother wore the clothes Korkie made. Fennec always saw her mother as the most beautiful woman in the Galaxy. Yet, Korkie made her mother look like a mother goddess. Kristal Shand was laughing as she twirled around the small living room with her new dress. Her mother could never get the best clothes and had to use old washed up ones.

"Are you about to cry?" Crosshair asked. "You've stopped making that neutral face and I'm seeing droplets."

Fennec rubbed her eyes in record speed, but her parents saw her face. Her mother went to her side and put a gentle hand to Fennec's back. Her father was at her side the instant he knew something was wrong.

"Oh, my darling," she comforted. "What's wrong?"

"You've always looked beautiful," Fennec gasped. "But, we never had good clothes. I'm just so happy to see you wearing the best clothes we've ever known."

"Fennecky," her father said. "Our clothes never mattered to us. You did. We lived our lives for you and all we wanted is your health and happiness."

Fennec sobbed and let the tears flow. She knew her family loved her, but she could never understand why they were always okay with losing everything. Now she knows. Fennec herself was the one who kept them alive. They loved her with everything they had and made sure she was living a healthy life. Fennec's love for her family made her strong and she was thriving big time.

"Mama," she cried. "Papa. I got him. I got Ruk to justice."

Luka Shand held his daughter closer to him as his wife ran her fingers through Fennec's hair. Korkie and Crosshair exited the scene and went outside. They sat on the grass near the small garden. Korkie had his head and Crosshair's lap as they look over the place.

"You okay?" Crosshair asked.

"I miss my family," Korkie said. "I miss my both of my buirs. Nanny Rana's probably going to have another meeting with some certain people and missing me. I get where Fennec's coming from, and I hope this wouldn't be the last time they see each other."

"You know what to do."

Korkie took a breath and closed his eyes. He lost his family once, he will never make another person lose their family.

Back inside Fennec stopped crying. She needed to talk them what she did to Ruk, and how she avenged her late aunt.

"We needed a bounty," she said. "We entered a cantina and I saw his puck. I had to get it. The guys were willing to help me get my revenge. Korkie had some drama with his old friends and Ruk got away because of them, but we got him again because Korkie really hates making mistakes. We tied him up on a speeder and went back to the cantina. Ruk tried to get away one last time, but Crosshair had his rifle. Crosshair warned him that he can shoot that bastard ten miles away and said I can do it too. He's a great teacher, Mama. Ruk just accepted his fate and we got our bounty."

"Oh Fennec," her mother hummed. "It seems like you're living quite an exciting life now."

"Don't you guys care that I got Ruk."

"Not really," Luka admitted. "I knew someday he'd get his karma, but I never knew who would give it to him. I'm so proud of you."

Fennec giggled. Her family never changed. Anything huge happening and her parents would just take it to face value. Maybe it might be the Jedi genes, but she was sure this wasn't normal for a regular family.

"Mama, Papa," Fennec said. "What happened after I left the town? It didn't change, but you two left and I got worried."

"Fennec," Kristal sighed. "The rich folks started mocking us. They kept calling out your name and we couldn't take it. We couldn't live in a town that reminded us of you without you being there."

"So we left," Luka added. "The townsfolk said nothing. They just accepted it because you left and we have nothing there anymore. We only go there during harvest, but nothing else."

Fennec nodded. As long as her family was safe, there wasn't anything to worry.

Suddenly, Korkie and Crosshair burst into the living room.

"Some rich people are about to come here!" Crosshair announced.

"And they do not look happy," Korkie chimed in.

Kuka sighed as he rubbed his forehead. Last week he went to the town to get money from his harvest. The richest man there was bullying him and said the crops were worthless. Luka shrugged it and told him if they were worth nothing, then he can have all of it. The man was not happy with the insult and threaten Luka that he'll destroy the house if he didn't apologize and kissed his shoes. Luka just left and they didn't do anything.

Yet, if they heard Fennec was back, then Luka knew what he was going to do. He was going to make Fennec his mistress and abuse her because Luka insulted him.

"Papa?" Fennec whispered. "What's wrong?"

"Remember that rich man?" Luka asked. "Notoh? He's coming here to make you his mistress because he can't take a joke."

Crosshair rolled his eyes. He was starting to hate rich people. Well, every rich people that wasn't Korkie. All the rich people they've met was snobby, annoying and pure neck pain to the sniper.

"They'll be here in an hour," Korkie said.

"Enough time for Fennec to learn how to shoot ten klicks away," Crosshair stated.

"What?" Fennec stammered. "What does that have to do anything we what's going on?"

"I've killed politicians before. Rich people are nothing to me. Coming Fennec."

Fennec stood up and got her rifle. She looked at her parents and saw their sad eyes. Her father was never a violent man, and her mother never hit anyone. Yet, Fennec was different and she was going to show every rich people which family to stop messing with. Fennec and Crosshair exited out of her parent's house and went to the trees. She was going to learn how to shoot for miles, and she will not miss any shot.

Luka and Kristal were led outside by Korkie to watch their daughter. They were watching their daughter hit branch after branch without missing them. They always knew Fennec was a gifted child when she was younger. Seeing her now made them smile as their little Fennec became a woman with great importance.

"She'll become a legend," Korkie stated. "I know it."

"You're a Seer aren't you?" Luka asked. "My father knew one before he left."

"I wasn't raised as a Jedi, but the Force was always wanting a Kryze to have the Force again."

"Kryze? As in the Mandalorian House Kryze?"

"What? If Fennec's grandfather was a Jedi, then why can't a Mandalorian and Jedi have a Force sensitive child?"

"You're supposed to be a pacifist."

"I know, but I'm more of fighter. There's nothing wrong with different ideals in a family as long as it doesn't end in a civil war."

Luka laughed. He never liked war. He like pacifism and peace. He agreed with the Kryze on ending wars and having a more peaceful System. Yet, Luka knew there were still fights to end in combat.

And his own daughter will end the battle for them.

Fennec looked at the highest branch on the tallest tree. She took aim and shot the branch. It was close to ten klicks and Crosshair knew it.

"You've done it," Crosshair proudly said. "The Force might never connect to me, but I guess it knows when a fight should end."

"You've hung out with Korkie to much," Fennec giggled.

"So? He's my future husband. If he's close to the Force, I guess I have to accept it."

"Like the fact you're accepting me as a great sniper?"

"You're just gifted. Now, do we kill him or just scare him."

"Have Korkie chose. He's the one ending rich lives."

Crosshair nodded as they went back down to the ground. Korkie was clapping as Luka and Kristal hugged Fennec. Crosshair pat Korkie's back.

"You think I'd be a better sniper if I was Force sensitive?" Crosshair asked.

"I don't care," Korkie blurted out fast. "You're the best sniper in my eyes no matter what. I mean, if you weren't the best sniper, then how did Fennec get better in mere weeks after meeting you?"

Crosshair swung his rifle-free arm around Korkie. He could be sweet-talking the clone, but he can't say Fennec didn't become a great sniper because of him. He looked at Fennec as her parents were congratulating her.

He was a good teacher and Fennec was going to get payback.

#korkie kryze #korkie kenobi #crosshair #clone trooper crosshair #fennec shand #the bad batch #star wars

[britesparc]

Weekend Top Ten #469

Top Ten Crazy WandaVision Theories

So all the while I was watching The Mandalorian I kept thinking, blimey, they’ve nailed this. There’s an oft-repeated problem with modern serial dramas, which is that they tend to tread water a little bit; despite being shorn of the network requirement of episodes being a certain length, or having a certain number of episodes in a season, there’s this in-built compulsion to make about a dozen 45-minute episodes. This is what scuppered the Marvel Netflix series in particular; there simply wasn’t enough story to cover the seasons, and as a result there was a lot of treading of water. This has also affected the recent Star Trek shows, although Discovery does show signs of pulling out of this “twelve-hour movie” mindset. Mando totally transcends this in a superlative way: each episode is basically an “adventure of the week” type thing (Mando versus spiders, Mando goes to the fish planet, Mando meets a Jedi, etc). But each episode also builds on the arc; he’s always on the same quest, and everything he does week by week furthers this quest. As much as I was looking forward to WandaVision, I kept reminding myself, there’s no way they can do this; no way these two shows – my most-anticipated shows from two of my most-beloved franchises – can hit the bar so successfully, back-to-back.

Well.

I’m not sure if WandaVision is quite the overall triumph The Mandalorian is, but they’re both pretty tremendous achievements in slightly different ways. Wanda manages to tell a rather unsettling story in the MCU whilst also doing a terrific job of parodying sitcom tropes; it works on a meta level as well as a practical one. Also, as far as puzzle-box type programmes go, this one has been doing an excellent job; week by week, you’re further intrigued by what’s going on in Westview; what’s real? Who’s behind it? is Vision still dead? Will Darcy get her own show? It’s a fantastic exercise in drip-feeding information, maintaining a degree of unease and suspense, and offering a compelling mystery. Will they keep it up until the end? I’ve no idea; the reveal at the end of episode seven wasn’t quite a jaw-on-the-floor moment but it was exquisitely done, with a theme song and everything. Even if the most obvious predictions end up being true and the finale becomes a relatively straightforward goodies-versus-baddies barney, I’ve got faith in everyone involved to at least give us something utterly compelling and thoroughly entertaining.

But what if there really is at least one huge surprise left up the show’s vibranium sleeve? Certainly, the reveal of Evan Peters as Pietro Maximoff – being, visually if not in character at least, the Fox/X-Men universe version of Wanda’s brother, rather than the Adam Taylor-Johnson version we knew from Age of Ultron – was a hell of a moment, seemingly bridging the gap between the MCU as we knew it and the previously Fox-controlled properties. Since then, there’s been this bubbling rumour (which I’ve tried not to read too much into by literally not reading too much; this is something I’ve divined from headlines or stray tweets, because I want to keep forging my way through WandaVision without a map) that there is another epic cameo approaching, on the level of Luke Skywalker popping up in the finale of The Mandalorian. That moment was something of a surprise, even though I had it rather spoiled by Twitter; despite muting as many words as possible to do with the show, “Luke Skywalker” still popped up in trending topics. I’ve learned my lesson, and I essentially forgo any social media (and a lot of other sites too) until I’ve seen the most recent episode. Anyway, what if this is true; what if there’s another character or moment that will rock the Marvel world to an even greater extent than The Other Pietro? If we’d be as surprised and delighted by something as much as we were by Luke making short work of those Dark Troopers? With this in mind, and being aware of the encroaching WandaVision finale, here are some predictions. What could happen? Who could we see? Which long-dormant plot thread will get resurrected? Read on to find out! And – spoiler warning – this has been revisited following the most recent episode; we are officially in the endgame now.

And I’m sure all of these are realistic and serious suggestions.

I Am Your Father: We have actually met Wanda’s parents at last; ordinary decent Sarkovian folk, it seems. But from where did her nascent witchy powers appear? What if, in a shocking last-minute twist, we discover her real father, and he’s played by… Ian McKellen! It was Eric all along!

SWORD versus Skrulls: a post-credit sting will reveal that – shock! – Tyler Hayward is, in fact, a SKRULL! Yes, finally, the shape-shifting buggers will get to be the baddies from the comics, as an up-to-no-good splinter faction of the beleaguered race makes its presence felt on the MCU, having successfully infiltrated world governments over the past thirty years. This will set up Samuel L. Jackson’s Secret Invasion series.

The Ultron of it All: there have been more mentions of Ultron in WandaVision than in any MCU property since, well, Age of Ultron. And now we have a custom-built all-white model of Vision, big as life and twice as creepy. What if – what if – shorn of his own psyche (his own soul?) and without an Infinity Stone to keep him upright, there remains in the hardware some remnant of everyone’s favourite sarky, genocidal mechanoid? Ultron returns! Screw you, planet Earth!

The Sorcerer Supreme is Not Happy: we know magic exists in the MCU because of Doctor Strange, so seeing Agatha and her family get their Hocus Pocus on in old Salem wasn’t too much of a surprise. But isn’t the Sorcerer Supreme supposed to keep an eye on magic use in the multiverse? I was half expecting Tilda Swinton to pop up in the flashback and bind Agatha with the Crimson Bands of Cyttorak. But now, with all the chaos magic Wanda is using in Westview, coupled with Agatha’s own spelling bee? Surely this has drawn the attention of somebody? Anybody? I mean, New York isn’t that far from Jersey, especially if you’ve got a sling ring, y’know?

No More Avengers: so Benedict Cumberbatch popping up wouldn’t be that much of a surprise (especially as Wanda is in the next Doctor Strange movie) but even if he’s not on Magic Police duty, wouldn’t an enhanced situation of this size draw the attention of one of the Avengers? Except – shock horror! – there are no Avengers! In a revelation that will set up the status quo of Falcon and the Winter Soldier, since the events of Endgame the Avengers literally don’t exist. So who will unite to save the world, not just from Wanda or Agatha, but also from the likes of SWORD? Well, right now, no one; but maybe that’ll change when the real villains appear…

No More Mutants: in the “House of M” storyline, Wanda very famously said “no more mutants” and it was so (more or less). Mutants don’t (seem to) exist in the MCU. But what if, at one point, they did? I don’t think this could have been Wanda’s doing, but what if in the past someone else had used magic to de-power/de-mutify the existing mutant population of Earth, and – basically – made everyone forget about it? And in the climax of WandaVision, well, “no more” is undone and – boom! – X-genes abound. This could even maybe set up some events in The Eternals, who I believe have some history with mutants in the comics (I’m really not very well-versed in Eternals lore)

Soul Stealer: so Wanda’s the Scarlet Witch, and a chaos magician, and super-enhanced courtesy of an Infinity Stone, but still: how did she create not one but three super-powered lifeforms? Where did they come from? Did she steal their souls? Is she leeching her own life-force to maintain them? I think we’ll discover a bit more about her powers and reveal that she’s drawing energy mutliversally, maybe from the Dark Dimension – maybe from Mephisto? I’d actually put money on Mephisto not showing up at all, despite his comic book connections to Agatha and Wanda.

Multiversal Madness: why that Pietro? He’s just a fake, just an automaton – right? But he’s still out and about spooking Monica whilst Agatha’s dealing with Wanda… yeah? And he looks like another Pietro from another universe (even if he doesn’t act like that). So… why? And who? I really, really think there’s some kind of multiversal craziness going on here, some force beyond Wanda (and Agatha!). Maybe it’s to do with Wanda pulling power from across the multiverse, maybe it’s… something else. Maybe we’ll get cameos from Lou Ferringo, Bruce Campbell, Spider-Ham and ROM the Space Knight. Hey, don’t forget: Transformers was a Marvel comic once! And they do have a Chaos-Bringer…

Wanda Did It: one of the prevailing theories/queries about WandaVision has been who’s behind it all. Wanda’s not powerful enough (or villainous enough), so who exactly did create TV Westview? Who brought Vision back, gave Wanda her sons? Well, the latest ep sure seemed to show that it really was Wanda All Along. The explanation being that she’s “the Scarlet Witch”, a presumably hella-powerful sorcerer and also (let’s not forget) imbued with Infinity Stoniness. But is she on her own really that strong, and would she – even in her despair – alter so many minds? What if there’s another Wanda, a Wanda prepared to go all-out, a Wanda who – after losing everything on her Earth is trying to recreate it by pooling her powers will another Wanda? An alternate universe, more damaged, more villainous Wanda – a Wanda who’s already said “no more mutants”, maybe; maybe even the Wanda from the Fox X-Men films (who AFAIK we’ve only seen as a little girl in her brother’s arms). That’s why Pietro looks like that, because she’s trying to rebuild her own life using the powers of this other Wanda. Two Wandas; two Witches. Dukin’ it out. And who can come to save the day, but the X-Men?

We’re All Doomed: giving credit to my brother for pointing me in this direction when he said “if there’s a big bad in WandaVision it either has to be someone very good at magic or very good at science”. Or… both? Think about it. Which character, if they cameoed in an MCU property, could possibly generate as much excitement as Luke Skywalker in The Mandalorian? No actor from the MCU; not even Downey. From another Marvel property? We’ve had a Fox actor already and with the rumours about Spider-Man: No Way Home, whether we saw Hugh Jackman or Tobey Maguire, I think that would be exciting but not as exciting. So I think it’s a character, not an actor. A character big and exciting enough to make us all squee. And which character from Marvel has never been seen in the MCU, is not necessarily expected any time soon, is very good at magic and very good at science? One. I’d say only one. Bring it on.

This actually became a lot more sensible than I’d intended! I was gonna go all-out, rolling in Muppet Babies, MODOK, HERBIE, the Phoenix Force, and basically the entire Patton Oswalt speech from Parks and Recreation. And whilst I think virtually none of these will (or should?!) happen, just imagine… man, I can’t believe we have to wait a week!

#top ten #wanda #vision #mcu #wandavision #wandavision spoilers #movies #tv #comics #magic

[istanbulite]

after your tags on that gifset i had to ask: what kind of drunk is nino? or does she get drunk at all??

Aww, thank you so much for the ask!! because I was just thinking about it lol

well this gif is highly inappropriate for what im about to write lol

gonna delve into all the issue of her alcoholism because I don’t talk enough about my baby :^)

Nino basically used liquor to cope all her life - to a certain point at least…and her resistance to alcohol is…far too strong thanks to her family genes and her species and everything which made it all worse because she just didn’t understand when to stop. And it’s…far too normalized in her culture, in fact, her colony’s one of incomes is producing strong spirits. So like…you just..drink. It was a way for her to bond with her father at first.

However, she started getting dangerous about it when she had to get married to someone she didn’t want at all in her late teens. Then it strongly continued until she was a mercenary in the Imperial forces.

She does get drunk. Rarely. And as a drunk, she’s pretty…apathetic. Not particularly sad or happy. And as a result kind of outspoken too. Which is why she depended so hard on it through her life because in her nature she’s a very emotional woman…which is very inconvenient… and this gave her a very dangerous urge to start drinking just whenever… Need some courage? Drink. Feeling upset? Drink. Ghost of your dead brother haunting you? Drink, drink, drink. Doesn’t help that she was extremely isolated and lonely during those ‘mercenary’ years.

Anyways she did stop. Trying to stop, still. A few years ago maybe so in a way she’s on thin ice. In fact, it was a dear friend who helped her (and actually the reason she joined the Great Hunt). A mandalorian doctor named Kurshi. 

Long story.

So she shouldn’t drink even a beer right now but old habits die hard. Very Hard. It did help that she had to put up a flawless front for the competition and all the chase. Hard to bing when there’s a Jedi battlemaster chasing after you and a cute mandalorian dude you want to impress ;D

#asks #OC: Nino #OC: Kurshi #im talking about torian #I hate the uh....I met a dude and he fixed me with his Magic Dick stories but.... #he IS a reason for her to not drown herself in space!vodka whenever sad #and as for Kurshi..well she just really needed a listening ear more than a man #loneliness man........yuck

[daltonifth847]

Just How To Attract Baby Yoda From The Mandalorian.

The androids and also Ewoks in Return of the Jedi crawled to make sure that the porgs and also ice foxes in The Last Jedi can walk to make sure that Infant Yoda can run (or like, float, I think). I do not recognize if this is my favored episode of the program, however it's still great, and I believe it's one of the most psychologically resonant so far, more than many personality beats have actually remained in the online activity Celebrity Wars films, truthfully. Just when he's about to ditch his small ward and also proceed, an additional bounty hunter tracks him to the town, indicating it's no more safe for either of them. So they both need to leave, and we will most likely never see that rather widow once again.

What is Child Yoda?

That in a single week of motion pictures and television we found out about Pressure healing as well as Strand-Casts, Sith spirit transfer, along with our previous expertise that Baby Yoda and also cloning are somehow associated, seems no mistake. Palpatine later transforms the Republic into the totalitarian Galactic Empire, declaring himself emperor permanently, as well as orders the clone cannon fodders to kill their Jedi generals.

What race is Yoda?

Yoda trained Jedi for 800 years, finally peacefully dying at age 900 in 1983's Return of the Jedi. He still shows up as a Force ghost, however, to advise and help characters in need. And apparently he was born naturally, however this species reproduces.

Yoda's syntactic singularity is evidently an outgrowth of the very same inner calmness that makes him such an efficient warrior. Espindola believes that Yoda's speech is insane, however insane like a very kind fox. This five-toed version remains the least utilized in any kind of incarnation of Star Wars media. Adults of the types were characterized by sharp, elfin ears, ridges on their foreheads, tridactyl hands as well as (most frequently) anisodactyl feet. The diet regimen of the most famous member of the types, Jedi Master Yoda, consisted of nutrient most other beings thought about disgusting.

Is Yoda a Sith baby?

Baby Yoda is not a Sith, nor is he a Jedi. He is a blank slate with the potential to become either one.

In the 7th episode of the program, "The Projection," audiences experienced The Kid, aka Baby Yoda, make use of the Force to heal Greef Karga. After that, the really following day, never-seen-before Force recovery powers took a main role in The Surge of Skywalker. The Duplicate Battles have surged across the galaxy for almost 2 years, when the Master of the Jedi Order, Yoda, gets a message from Separationist leader Count Dooku.

They live for hundreds of years and are recognized for being Force-sensitive, which makes them wonderful Jedi.

Therefore, it is highly likely that the Yoda species is really a sentient plant or fungi.

A fourth Jedi Master of claimed varieties, Oteg, offered throughout the Cold Battle.

We know that theStar Warsuniverse is a really, large area.

Palpatine has actually by now amassed near-dictatorial emergency situation powers, as well as starts interfering in Jedi events by appointing Anakin as his personal representative on the Council.

The Phantom Threat hints very highly that the future Darth Vader had no father and was conceived by the Midi-chlorians. Possibly the similarly Force-sensitive Infant Yoda began at the same time in the same way, as component of the Midi-chlorians' efforts to bring equilibrium to the force. Cloning is a big component of the Celebrity Wars cosmos-- certainly, clones fought a whole war-- so the theory went that Infant Yoda might be a young duplicate of the initial design. However, in Phase 7 of the program, Kuiil (Nick Nolte) remarks that the character doesn't look like he's been engineered, based upon his experience on gene ranches. The Child Yoda duplicate theory recommends that Dr Pershing is really a cloning scientist, based upon the icons on his attire.

Is Baby Yoda a reincarnation?

Series creator George Lucas opted to have many details of the character's life history remain unknown. Yoda's race and home world have not been named in any official media, canonical or otherwise, and he is merely said to be of a "species unknown" by the Star Wars Databank.

By the time the occasions of Surge of Skywalker take place, Baby Yoda would theoretically be in its mid-70s-- as old as or older than a lot of significant players-- but by its species' price of aging, it would still be a young child. Twenty-six years is not a lot of time for an animal that lives to be 900.

We do understand, however, that Yoda's types is normally strong with the Force-- and also not just because Yoda himself had an incredibly effective job as a Jedi master. Also as an infant, Child Yoda has the power to levitate a giant (and upset) Mudhorn, while the only other participant of the types to include on display, as stated earlier, was Yaddle, a women participant of the Jedi Council. Completion of The Mandalorian season 2 suggests that its titular protagonist will be looking for Baby Yoda's homeworld.

Does Baby Yoda stay with mandalorian?

Return of the Jedi (1983) Yoda then peacefully dies at the age of 900, his body disappearing as he becomes "one with the Force". He leaves Luke with the knowledge that "there is another Skywalker".

It's unlikely the merchandising bosses at Disney were grumbling when the production group introduced Baby Yoda to the The Mandalorian's story. Certainly, personalities as cute as him are a desire come true for anybody who wishes to offer lots of playthings and clothes-- unsurprisingly, there's currently some merch available (consisting of the inevitable Funko Pop! Plastic number). We would certainly be very stunned, however, if it didn't have something to do with the Force-- and also restoring the Realm into what will certainly come to be the First Order in Episodes 7, 8 and also 9. Perhaps they're planning on getting rid of the Midi-chlorians (Force-carrying bits) from his blood-- that would describe why they were so keen on recording Baby Yoda alive. Likely as a result of the above incongruity, different Hasbro action figures of Yoda generated since Return of the Jedi have featured 3, four or five toes in a range of setups.

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The Alpha and The Omega Part 3

Alpha Maul x Omega Reader

Word Count: 5k

WARNINGS: Mentions of murder, talk of slavery, mentions of guns and other various bounty hunting shenanigans

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      Maul didn’t know what to expect when he entered your ship; he had tried not to have any expectations. The main entrance opened up to the cargo bay that took up the whole footprint of the ship. He could see the cryo-freezer and storage in one corner and made a mental note to look into getting one for his own ship; he may not mind the smell of the bodies he collected but he preferred the idea of handing in quarries that weren’t decomposing by the time he turned them in. Labeled crates of food supplies and ammunition lined the walls along with a surprisingly high amount of medical equipment. The center was left open, for training purposes he guessed. He had thought that this layout was fairly standard for a high-ranking hunter and despite his best efforts not to assume what he would find on the upper level he was astonished.

    You obviously lived here full time on the ship you had fondly referred to as the Wolf, the hatch opened up into a hallway from where he could see the door to your cabin left open. He fought the urge to look inside out of respect and followed you through the common area toward the cockpit. He did allow himself to stay a few steps behind you so he could glance around.

    The kitchen had been expanded from a small standard kitchenette to a more comfortable cooking space with a large pantry. A quality wooden table sat off to the side with some kind of potted green fern in its center, rather than a flimsy durasteel counter. Plush rugs of different colors had been scattered along the floor and a doorless closet imbedded in the wall showed massive amounts of folded blankets and extra pillows along with other soft looking comfort items. Post cards from countless planets littered the walls surrounding the space. You had even managed to fit a sofa and bookshelf in one of the corners without making it seem over crowded.

    He didn’t say a word as he sat in the co-pilot’s chair beside you, setting his worn bag on the floor next to him. You had even managed to decorate this space; warm blankets hung over the backs of the chairs and photos of you with other hunters hung on the walls that lacked control panels. Some of the photos were located in bars, others looked like more traditional hunting parties; friends with their arms around each other in front of massive beasts that lay slain. In one, he recognized the Mandalorian he had met on Tatooine pissing into a Sarlacc pit with you laughing boisterously in the side of the frame with your head thrown back. Something in his hindbrain whispered to him.

Omega makes it home.

He blinked his attention back to you when he realized you had said something.

“You alright Maul?” you asked him again when the fog left his eyes.

“Yes, my apologies, I have just never seen a ship like this before.”

“Yeah, I move around a lot so over the years I made it more comfortable. Easier than having a home base like some of the others try to keep, cheaper too,” Maul nodded in understanding before turning back to you once you had broken through the atmosphere and started tapping away at the nav computer.

“Where are we going for the first quarry?”

“We’ve got a runaway wife of some rich wannabe crime lord. Need to bring her back alive for the whole sum or dead for only twenty five percent. Last seen on Anaxes, guess she liked tinkering with the ships back home, probably hiding out as a mechanic or something there. I want the whole purse. I know you like bringing them back cold but I’m not settling for a fraction of the price.”

“Runaway wife should be easy,” he folded his arms as he studied the hologram the puck projected.

“Should be, I’m not worried about her. She’s young and pretty, I’d be shocked if she didn’t have at least a few guys keeping an eye on her; but them we can kill,” you pulled back a lever and the stars stretched around the Wolf throwing the two of you through hyperspace. You leaned back in the chair and kicked your feet up.

“Listen, I’m not one to beat around the bush. I picked her to grab first because I doubt we’re going to run into a situation with her where my life will depend on you not fucking me over,” you turned your head to meet his eyes that were already on you, “I know you’re a dark force wielder and I know you can feel that I am a force user too.”

Maul’s top lip pulled up in a snarl and his eyes narrowed, “are you a Jedi then? Have you orchestrated this to trap me?!” the hilt of his saber flew out of his pack and into his hand but he hesitated to ignite it when fear pheromones seeped out of you.

Your scent gave you away but your posture didn’t waver, “I used to be, years ago. I was kicked out of the order when my gene presented,” you chuckled, “my master found me naked and writhing on the floor of my room,” your chuckle had grown to full-fledged laughter, your shoulders shook at the memory all but forgetting the pissed off Alpha at your side.

“I- I still remember the look on his face. Fucking horrified when I had my first heat,” you took a breath and wiped a tear from your eye, “they told me I had to leave before I could even face the trials for my knighthood,” your expression turned slightly solemn, Maul had relaxed in the seat next to you. He didn’t think they would throw out one of their own simply because of a biological mutation.

“I’m not doing this to trap you or anything like that Maul,” you turned again to face him, “Bane helped me out after I lost everything I ever knew. I heard a rumor that you didn’t know you were an Alpha until recently either. I’m just trying to return a favor paid to me.”

Maul turned to watch the stars as they flashed by, dropping his saber back into his pack. He hated the Jedi, he had even hunted a few who had left the order or were kicked out after breaking their precious code; but you were different. Cast out because you didn’t fit into their mold, not unlike him.

“Don’t get me wrong,” you caught his attention again, “I don’t dislike all of them. It’s been years since I’ve seen any of them but I don’t plan on burning the temples to the ground. If you want help with a bounty or need some underworld information I’m your girl; if you wanna fuck with the Jedi you’re on your own. You and Cad are the only ones who know about that past and I plan on keeping it that way.”

“I understand.”

You stood and nodded to the door, “come on I’ll show you where to put your gear.”

    He followed you out of the cockpit and into the common area where you pointed to an empty cabinet, “so, Sith are back huh?”

He went rigid as he put his pack with all its contents still inside on the shelf, “why do you assume I am Sith and not just someone who dabbles in the dark side of the force?”

You leaned against the wall and crossed your arms, “I lived my whole life at the temple. I never saw or heard of you or anyone who looked remotely like you there so I know you’re not a fallen Jedi. You have a light saber so you’re also not some self-taught back water force sensitive individual. That only leaves one option.”

“I’m not a Sith anymore, my master thinks I’m dead and much like your own desire to keep your past private; I’d like to keep it that way as well,” his eyes narrowed again. He was equally annoyed and impressed by your deductions and his hind brain spoke again.

Omega is smart.

He was already tired of this intrusive voice in his head. Perhaps it was a mistake to come with you after all. His scent had turned abrasive in your nose and his signature was wavering.

“Hey, calm down there, Alpha I’m not here to mess up what you’ve got going for yourself. I’m just trying to make sure you’re not going to slice my head off of my shoulders with that pretty red blade of yours.”

“No, I’m not going to kill you. I just want to make a life for myself.”

“Good,” you turned to another cabinet and pulled out a few extra blankets and a pillow and made up the sofa for him, “you can sleep here, it’s more comfortable than it looks, I promise,” with that you turned away from him and made you way to the cabin.

“Oh, ‘freshers the last door down this hall. Won’t be long until we arrive, rest up if you can,” with that the door hissed behind you and locked, leaving him standing alone in front of the sofa with much to ponder. Even out of your immediate presence, your scent permeated the air around him and wafted out of everything in the room. It was difficult to think, surly not all unmated Omegas were so intoxicating. He shook his head and softly walked down the hall and stepped into the fresher.

    He almost smiled, almost. Why had he expected a standard washroom? Of course you had a full sized -sanistream shower and a deep tub instead of a sonic. Another plush carpet lay underfoot with soft towels hanging on a bar. Various perfumy bath oils and soaps sat on the counter top in a decorative array along with a few candles. He was starting to wonder if you really were the renowned bounty hunter, ‘Meg, he had heard about or an imposter living a lie. He would soon find out. He splashed some cold water on his face before wandering back to the sofa you had made up for him.

    He removed his cloak and kicked off his boots, setting them both to the side before laying down and pulling the blanket over himself. It was soft and warm, more so than anything his master had provided for him. It smelled like you too, he tried not to think about the fact that it gave him incredible comfort and eased both his worry and his tensed muscles. Wrapped in your scent he fell asleep faster than he ever had before in his life.

      You did not find sleep on the way to Anaxes. Despite sinking into your soft bed, despite surrounding yourself with all of your favorite pillows and blankets and even trying to meditate, you could not ease your thrumming heart. Why had this Alpha’s scent been so strong? It made your mouth water and your thighs clench. He had released a new wave of soothing pheromones when he fell asleep and yet they did nothing to calm you. You ached to crawl onto the sofa with him and wrap yourself in his arms, to burry your face into his scent gland and bare your throat for him to… Maker what the fuck? You were disgusted with yourself. An ex-Sith and an ex-Jedi? Gods the trouble that would cause, such wonderful, inebriating trouble.. no.

    You wanted to comm someone to ask them about it. You couldn’t call Zeni or Coth, they had been trying to set you up with a mate for years, they would tell you to just get it over with. Couldn’t call Fett, it had been awkward to say the least since you gently turned down his offer for courtship. You looked over at the hat that you had just hung from your bed post. Maybe Bane could tell you what this was all about? He had had a mate before and wouldn’t give you the same answer as Zeni. You sighed heavily, missing Master Plo’s wise words and wished to hear his voice again. Would it be a terrible idea to make a stop on Coruscant and try to visit when you had fulfilled your current obligation?

    Probably. Maybe not? You huffed frustratedly and buried your face into one of the pillows for the tenth time. Bane, you’d comm Bane when you had a chance after picking up your privately commissioned bounty. Just as you attempted to close your eyes again a quiet beeping rang out from the vambrace you had discarded on your side table. You groaned unabashedly and smacked the button to turn it off. You still had some time and your stomach was grumbling so you didn’t bother to change out of the long shirt and baggy pants you wore. Pride be damned.

    Still, you tried to be quiet when you left your room to put the caf on. Your eyes immediately fell on him. Chest rising and falling steadily, wrapped up in the blanket you had given it, he was clutching it to his nose. The crease in his brow and frown on his lips gone; lost in his slumber. He was handsome when he wasn’t irritated, hell he was handsome when he was too. You watched him for a moment a voice in the back of your mind whispering.

Alpha looks warm

Alpha looks safe

Oh fuck no. You grimaced at your Omega brain that rarely reared her head. You turned and started rummaging around the pantry, working by the light that poured out of the door to your room so you wouldn’t wake him.

      When Maul did wake, it was to the smell of hot caf and cooking meat. He sat up slowly and looked around before he saw you leaning forward over the counter, face lit by a data-pad, sipping out of a steaming mug. Your eyes flashed up and met his, “Caf?” you offered.

    He grunted and nodded his response before standing and making his way behind you, looking through cabinets. You smirked down at your data-pad and without turning to him, held out an empty mug you had gotten for him. He took it with a quiet thank you and filled it. His smokey spice filling your nose in this proximity and without your knowledge, your sweet earthy smell filling his.

    He peered over your shoulder at the data-pad you were reading from. With a sigh you pressed a button to it projected the hologram, desperate for a little space you sidestepped slightly. It showed the blue prints for the assembly yard you suspected she had run off to hide in.

“It’s going to be highly populated,” he stated simply.

“We’re not grabbing her from the assembly line. She may have a price on her head but I’m not keen on the idea of explaining that to everyone and their supervisor.”

“Follow her home after her shift then?” he took a long drink of the caf and plated the both of you some of the meat before sitting at the table. At least he has manners.

“Precisely. Boss said she took a bunch of cash with her so I’m guessing she’s got an apartment outside the complex instead of sleeping in the employee housing. I got an idea where she might be working within the facility…”

    For the next hour the two of you ate as you pointed out where they worked on the simpler components. Based off of her limited knowledge she was most likely working with less complicated, smaller parts of the ships. You had pointed out the where those were and when he asked how you learned this you showed him how to find and read the blue prints and get the shift change schedules. All tools of the trade so to speak.

    You had taken a shower and after landing outside the city, started to gear up in the cargo bay. He watched with a confused look in his eye as you strapped dual blasters into your shoulder holsters and a large knife onto your hip. Pulling on your mid-thigh length coat, you filled one of the pockets on your utility belt with a few darts of different colors and a blow gun on the opposite side.

“Why not just bring your saber?” you must have looked at him like that was the dumbest question he could’ve asked, and it was.

“You’re kidding, right? You are not bringing yours,” you held up your hand and started counting each finger as you spoke, “for one, it’s a highly populated area and we are both in hiding. Two, we’re bringing her in alive and as unharmed as possible. Three, even if we were bringing her in dead, in a low pop area there’s always the chance someone could see and word travels fast. If you’re going to thrive in this line of work, you’re going to have to branch out,” you rummaged through the large locking cabinet before handing him a mid-sized blaster. “It’s set to stun for now,” you pointed to show him how he can set it to kill and got him a knife.

He took them with a growl, “I am quite familiar with other forms of weaponry thank you very much.” You just raised your palms up in mock defeat with a scoff.

      Two days. It took you two days of staking out the assembly facility before you found her. Two days of distracting heavy breathes. Laying so close to him, peering through scopes at entrances during shift changes from rocky terrain had you irritable to say the least. At least he was quiet, kept that damn sultry voice to himself. If he was as affected as you, he had the common sense not to let it show. Little did you know; he was. He kept the sights glued to his face so you couldn’t see how blown his pupils were. You let out and audible sigh of relief when you finally did spot the pretty blonde woman. Her hair tied back and a much too large jumpsuit billowing off of her form. You watched as she mounted a speeder bike and took off away from the complex. You had rented one in town when you first arrived claiming to be in the market for a ship.

    You turned to Maul already at the controls, he simply nodded his head for you to climb on behind him. He didn’t miss how you jumped at the silent command, despite trying to touch him as little as possible. You kept your eyes on her through the electrobinoculars while he navigated from a safe distance behind her. Your free hand was grasping the loose fabric of his tunic at his lower back. Your touch felt electric to him.

    You watched her dismount and silently followed her through the apartment complex, it was run down and had a rusty smell that wafted off the walls. Just before the door could hiss closed behind her your boot caught it, the fail-safe caused it to whoosh open again. As you rushed into the home with Maul on your heels you withdrew your knife and before she could even blink her shock you had spun her around with the blade pressed to her throat.

“Well, you are a pretty little thing, aren’t you? Now why would a woman such as yourself be running from your doting husband?” you taunted her. You weren’t usually so hostile to unaggressive quarries but you were still bristling at the effect that Maul had on you. Some should-be-dead instinct telling you to show him you were strong. She whimpered as Maul smirked and handed you his set of binders before doing a perimeter scan of the apartment.

“P-please don’t take me back to him. I can’t go back. You must understand. I… I know you do!” Your brow creased at her statement before it hit you. Maul was in the back room so his scent wasn’t fogging your mind and with your nose so close to her scent gland there was no mistake. You bound her hands behind her back and pressed your leg to the back of her knees; forcing her down into a kneeling position on the floor.

“Shit,” Maul reentered the room in a hurry at your curse, eyes searching for some kind of trouble. You watched it hit him as hard as it you. Your eyes locked on him as he sniffed the air and pull his top lip back in a snarl. She was another Omega but, she hadn’t been marked. No Alpha’s scent had mixed with her own and you looked at her as confused as Maul did before she turned her attention to him.

“P-please Alpha. Help me, don’t send me back to that- that monster. Please Alpha…” she was trying to shuffle over to where he stood on her knees. Maul had expected her scent to be as strong as yours was to him. Before this woman, you had been the only unmated Omega he had met but she was nowhere near as intoxicating as you had been, as you are. She was annoying, a nuisance, weak. Nothing worth protecting. You reached down and dragged her by her bound hands back to where you had put her and kneeled in front of her.

“What the fuck are you doing married to a beta?” your finger jabbing her sternum in an accusatory manner.

“I’m not his wife! Fucker bought me!” you cringed at the term. Bane had warned you about Omegas being bought and sold but you had yet to run into any of them.

Maul wanted nothing to do with the woman before him, he saw her as a feeble and overly fragile but a fleeting thought of you being taken by slavers and sold to someone else fluttered through his mind.

No one takes Omega

He growled his disgust at the idea. You thought for a moment, weighing your options.

“Where were you taken, before you were sold?” your eyes held her gaze unblinkingly in the dimmed room, Maul had moved to stand closely behind you.

“Trandoshans, they came and took me from a cantina on Tatooine.”

You rolled your eyes at her so hard you risked giving yourself a headache.

“What in the absolute fuck were you doing on Tatooine without an Alpha to protect you?” you stood and paced around the room, “Fucking stupid ‘mega,” you cursed under your breath but loud enough that she could hear you. “You don’t have to be a hunter to know the whole planet is a slaving capital!”

“I know… I know!” she had dissolved to tears and sobbed her lamentations, “please, please don’t take me back to him!”

“Oh shut up!” you returned and slammed your balled fist into her chin, knocking her unconscious. Maul watched with a pleased grin gracing his face, you pointed your finger in his direction still fuming, “don’t you start with me too. Take her on your bike back to the ship. I’ll take her bike. I have to think about this.”

He growled but kept the smirk while he hoisted her up onto his shoulder. He paused just before passing you utterly amused and whispered, “Ah yes, let the anger fuel you,” before he left. You shook your head and pinched the bridge of your nose.

    You didn’t want to admit it but he was right. These years of faring on your own had been on one hand, great, incredibly fun even. Living outside the code was unrestricting but, on the other hand, you had wondered if your soul had darkened along with everything else. Times were not always good. You honestly wished you cared. You wanted to care so badly but, in all honesty, you didn’t. At this point in your life the force power you carried was just another blaster in your arsenal. Another set of binoculars in your pack. You didn’t, couldn’t let it guide you like it once had.

    To your relief, he had followed your instructions; he had left with her. You took her bike and made your way, a little slowly. Enjoying the fact that you could barely smell him from your current position. You had hoped that you would get used to it but you still hadn’t. ‘The Bitch’ you like to refer to your Omega brain as, her voice just continued to pop up with intrusive thoughts. More so than after being around any other Alpha. You wondered if the woman he carried at the moment had a similar experience.

    The hull was open and Maul had loaded the woman and the bike into the cargo bay. She was starting to stir as you brought the bike up next to his. The fear in her eyes returned as her consciousness did and she started to shriek causing both you and Maul to wince. You grabbed a rag and shoved it into her mouth to stifle her sobs. Once again you knelt down next to her, “Maul, tell her to be quiet so that I can explain something to her.”

“Why would she listen to me?” you rolled your eyes.

“Because you’re an Alpha, a particularly… pungent one as well, I’m assuming she lies on the more subservient spectrum as far as Omegas go, she will obey,” you turned your attention back to the woman, tears streaming down her face. As you had guessed she immediately silenced at his command.

“Now then, listen closely. Nod if you understand me,” the woman nodded still wide eyed at you, “good. I have to take you back. If I don’t the bounty will remain open and someone else will come to collect. You can’t just run off again either. Well, you could, but odds are your ‘husband’ would just rehire me to come pick you up and he pays well so I would take it. You have two options. One, return and play the good wife and deal with whatever comes with it. Two,” you reached into your pack and took out two differently colored capped darts, “I slip these into your bra, you let me freeze you like a good little girl and return you home to collect my pay. After he unfreezes you, you stab him with the green one to knock him out; anywhere in his body. Then inject the black one into his neck to kill him. Once he’s dead you can escape and no one will bother to come looking for you because there will be no one to put a bounty on you.”

She weighed your words heavily and you practiced your patience, truly sympathetic to the woman. You were an exception, Omegas were strong yes but, most were incredibly subservient; even without an Alpha. She mumbled something behind the gag and you scoffed before removing the rag and she gasped.

“I want the darts,” her conviction was steadfast and you breathed a sigh of relief, “put me in the freezer with them and I’ll take care of the rest.”

    You reached your hand into her shirt with a slightly apologetic look while you nestled each dart under an individual breast, she nodded her thanks after you reminded her which was which and helped her to her feet. You gave her one last look before taking the binders off. Maul watched you hesitantly as you guided her into the freezing chamber. She gave you a sad yet thankful smile, it was slight but as you pressed the buttons and activated the gasses it froze on her face. Soon, she’d be free. You guided the block into the freezer storage and locked the door behind her before allowing yourself to ungraciously slide down the wall until your rump hit the floor with a soft thud.

    Almost forgetting you weren’t alone you tossed your hat to the side somewhere and ran your fingers through your hair and rubbed one of your eyes, exhausted from her emotional affliction.

    Maul could smell your distress, his instincts told him to comfort you, to hold you and tell you that everything would be alright. That he’d protect you, that he’d never let anyone lay a finger on you. That your fate would never become hers. Instead, he settled for sitting beside you with his legs crossed, without looking at you he spoke, staring down at his feet, “you gave her a way to take her own freedom.”

You hummed, just acknowledging that you heard him and sat next to him in silence for a few minutes. His pheromones were comforting, his presence was soothing and for the first time you didn’t fight the effect they had on you.

Alpha will protect me.

    Once again you shook ‘the bitch’ away and made your way to the cockpit. You flew closer to the shop you rented the bike from and opted to keep the other Omega’s for yourself. While Maul was returning the bike, you pressed a few buttons on your vambrace, calling Bane. Within a few moments the side of his face appeared in the hologram. Blaster fire whizzing by his head.

“You alright ‘Meg?” that raspy voice you loved sounded frustrated with whatever mess he was currently in.

“Yeah I’m fine, listen I got a question for you when you’re not busy.” He took a second to face you head on with a smirk, “What makes you think I’m busy?” as if on que a bolt took the hat right off his head and he cursed. You laughed and shook your head.

“Just contact me soon, don’t die out there old man.” He grunted in response and the hologram dissipated right as Maul was sitting down in the copilot’s chair.

“One down, where to next?” he eyed the comm that Bane had appeared from warily.

“Smuggler fucked over Jabba, a Talz. Last seen heading towards Hoth; no doubt to escape the heat literally and figuratively and hide amongst the Wampa. Can you take us up? I’m starving.” He nodded and took your seat while you headed back to the common area. You doubled over and clutched your stomach, “shit,” the pain all too familiar but coming much too early.

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Why do you think Jango Fett hired Dred Priest and Isabet Reau, even tho they were suspected death watch sympathizers? I cant imagine the Commandos they trained would be happy to be serving under jedi...

Before I will talk about Priest and Reau, I think is worth to point that no Mandalorian training commandos was overly fond of Jedi or Republic.  Not all commandos / ARC liked to work with Jedi, some were disappointed by their force-sensitive commanders, but I doubt Dred and Isabet personal hate/dislike, even if passed down to their trainees, would make soldiers disobey the orders coming from Jedi. Frankly, commandos get along & work the best with their own brothers, but that is just the way they were raised. Personal feelings will not get in the way, they are too professional for that.

As for the major ask, here we go:

The Imperial Commando: 501’st raised this topic in one of talk between Ordo and Mij Gilamar:

“What was Jango doing recruiting them? He had more reason to hate the Death Watch than anybody.”

“Priest and Reau weren’t exactly card-carrying members. Jango thought they were all talk. He only cared about results.”

But I think the matter was more complicated than that.

Jango Fett hired one hundred people - the best soldiers, tacticians, sappers, communicators, survival experts - to train future Republic Commandos, but managed to get only 75 Mandalorians. Due to Jango Fett: Open Season comics, we know that many friends / associates / allies of Jango were interrogated - and most likely killed afterwards, like Silas - by Dooku during his “research” about Fett’s past, so the limited number of people to choose from influenced the decision to some degree. 

We know little about Isabet, but Dred was considered as a good (albeit idiot) soldier, so he met the requirements.

Then again, even with limited choices, Fett still didn’t want to hire Kal Skirata and he did so only because Walon Vau insisted. But Vau hated Death Watch above everything else, and I don’t think he would agree to work for Fett and/or get along with Priest and Reau, if they were true Death Watch sympathizers back then. 

“How do you lie to a Jedi Master?” Laseema asked. “Without him sensing it, that is?”

“I didn’t,” said Vau. “I said I’d tell him if I found Kal doing anything to help the enemy. The minute that this little shabuire opens a comlink to any former Death Watch personnel, I shall gladly turn him in.”

Skirata paused for a moment, then managed to laugh. “Do I know any?”

“No, but they’re the only group I’d really call my enemy. So I didn’t lie, and I was genuinely emotional enough for him to believe what his Force senses told him he wanted to believe.” [Order 66]

In this short passage, Vau says that Kal Skirata does not know any former members of Death Watch, so during the conflict between DW and True Mandalorians, Reau and Priest weren’t part of enemy group. So, if Jango knew them (otherwise, how he could judge if their skills are good enough to train future commandos?), they most likely were his former allies / subordinates or some freelancers whom he met over the years, right? 

Between Order 66 and 501’st, the biggest hater of Dred and Isabet is Mij Gilamar and I think his hate is only partially fueled by their Death Watch-like ideology. He is the one to say “`They had the makings of the Death Watch in them, those two. Him and that perverted secret fight club, her and that let’s-conquer-the-galaxy-again osik”. Alongside him, Ordo and Skirata were the most vocal about those two Mandalorians. Interesting, Walon Vau - for whom Death Watch is trigger to extreme hatred - did not despite them openly, at least until he saw DW badge on their armors. Then, he was all okay with killing them.

Here is the thing: was Dred and Isabet truly Death Watch sympathizers back on Kamino, or did their ideological thinking was just additional reason why Mij hated them both? Because we know he “loathed them with passion” and being “marooned indefinitely on Kamino with folks you hated on sight and nowhere to escape them” for sure did not help the situation. 

Frankly, Mij and Dred is not the first duo that fought and hated each other guts. Walon Vau, when introduced, also was seen as the psycho, cruel, bad Mandalorian; an image fueled by Skirata’s, Ordo’s and Atin’s POV yet with passing time, perception of his character has changed. So, can we be sure that Dred and Isabet were so awful? Especially since Vau and Fett could tolerate their sentiments, even if that sounded a lot like Death Watch’s ideology?

This leads me to two conclusion.

The Priest and Reau’s ideology was not really unique only to Death Watch. They wanted A) Mandalore to be great empire again, B) Mandalorian people to serve their own interest rather than fighting for foreign governments and strangers. Most likely many other Mandalorians were bitter about their past and current situation. If we take Legends and New Canon into account, this kind of sentiment actually makes sense. Death Watch may take that into extreme, but even people like Skirata - or his just-adjusting to Mandalorian life daughter - from time to time were thinking that Mandalorians shouldn’t fight for aruetii (foreigners) and doing their dirty jobs.

“I’m not arguing,” Gilamar said. “Just making it clear that if I run into Dred and he starts on that bring-back-the-good-old-days garbage, I’ll gut him. And his crazy girlfriend.”

“No reason to run into him,” Ordo said. “Unless you’re in Keldabe.”

“Don’t you think it’s time we started fighting for our own interests?” Ruu took the mug out of her father’s hand and peered into it as if checking up on him. “I’m not saying this guy’s right, but being at every aruetii’s beck and call and doing the dying for them doesn’t sound smart to me. Look at this world. It’s dirt-poor. That’s not much to show for the lives we’ve spent on shoring up other governments.”

“Good point,” Vau said. “You’re definitely a Skirata.”

That was an odd thing for Vau to say, seeing as no Mando cared much about biological parentage. It was a culture of adoption and blurred lines between offspring and in-laws.

He just means she says the same things as Kal'buir. That’s all.

If Skirata can talk/think how Mandalorians shouldn’t kill each other for foreigners’ money, like in True Colors:

Mandalorians ended up killing one another for all kinds of reasons, personal and incidental. It still didn’t make it right. The covert ops troopers sent after Sull, now these strangers-the thought of nek dogs came back to him, dog set on dog for sport, or just a killing machine to do the master’s bidding. Skirata felt it was time Mando'ade stopped being everyone’s nek.

then maybe the idea of “coming back to roots” and creating one mighty army is not so controversial? I mean, Jaster Mereel saw Mandalorians as just well-paid mercenaries, yet by leading (at least three) military units of well trained warriors he had better bargaining position to pick up missions, clients and how much money should be paid than a lone mandalorian freelancer could have. I think that last decade or so before the Clone Wars was time in which “national movements” happened in various mandalorian groups.

We may only wonder how much Priest and Reau’s ideology changed over the years, when they all were stuck on Kamino training little kids to fight for Republic/Jedi Order that no Mandalorian was overly fond of.  

There is also the little passage in Bounty Hunter Code, in which Jango commented that the Death Watch manifesto does not sound like Tor Vizsla (that Fett considered just a thug), the original leader of the group. But is something that Priest or Reau could said.

Jango could not be aware of how deep they felt about the whole “great mandalorian empire”, but either, like 501’st said, he thought they were all talk or knew, but did not care.

What brings me to the second point. Jango changed a lot between Jaster Mereel’s death and agreeing to be DNA donor for Great Army of Republic. Especially after Galidraan. He agreed to work for Dooku, because the man promised to destroy Jedi Order. And as much as Jango hated Death Watch, ultimately he hated Jedi even more. So, he could be as well aware that Priest and Reau were at heart Death Watch sympathizers, but did not care. He needed the best soldiers to train an army to eliminate Jedi - the ultimately enemy of all Mandalorians - once and for good.

“Now do you see? Do you?“ Vau hissed the sibilant like escaping steam. Mird cowered on the floor, whining softly. “I’m sick to death of your sentimental twaddle about Jango betraying us by letting Kamino use his genes. He did it to stop the Jedi. He did it to create an army strong enough to bring them down. You drone on about the injustice of unelected elites, my little working-class hero-well, now they’re gone. Yes, it cost our boys’ lives, but the Jedi are gone, gone, gone. And they won’t be killing Mandalorians again, not for a long time. Maybe never.”

And here comes my, most likely, unpopular opinion: I don’t think Fett cared much for the ideology. He hated Vizsla and DW, because they killed his family and mentor. He lead True Mandalorians because he cared for Jaster Mereel and tried his best to carry on his legacy. But in the end, somehow, in some ironic way, Jango adapted Tor Vizsla’s ruthless determination to achieve his goal. If to destroy Jedi Order he needed to sacrifice milions of his own clones and deal with two Death Watch sympathizers, so be it.

#star wars #jango fett #dred priest #isabet reau #death watch #walon vau #mij gilamar #kal skirata #republic commando #my replies #sorry for the rant i don't have many occassion to talk about DW #thank you for ask! #in short i doubt jango cared about their ideology #he wanted job be done #and by job i mean destruction of jedi order