PADAWAN

by Acer_Wolfe

Summary:

While helping Grogu find a Jedi an accident on Tython turned Din Djarin to a Force sensitive. Caught at a crossroads, he went back to Calodan to become the Padawan of Ahsoka Tano but Din's other life caught up with him.

Chapter 1: CREEPY

~(o.o)~

PADAWAN

CHAPTER 1

CREEPY

 

"Mando…!" The beskar helmet moved after the third call. "What's happened?" the scarred man almost shouted.

"I can hear you, Fett." Din blinked away the blackness from his eyes. Realization kicked in and he quickly reached up. "Uh…what?"

"Hey, we did not take off that helmet." Fennec Shand quipped standing behind Boba Fett. "You…uh…." She looked uncomfortable for a moment, averting her eyes. "You fainted."

"What?! I never…" Din stood with Fett's help and his eyes widened as he was hit with a stomach-churning reel. "Dank…!" He fumbled the left side of the helmet and activated an extra dose of oxygen and took a deep breath.

Fett gave the Mandalorian a slight push to straighten him up. "What happened?" he repeated his unanswered question, scarred face confused.

"I'm fine." A few more deep breaths of the bacta laden oxygen he could shake his head without feeling like he would to puke his meal out. Then he froze. "What am I doing here?"

Shand shook her head. "Beats me," the female assassin slid her eyes to Fett who shrugged. "You were salvaging some things from the crater and then you suddenly turned around and began climbing up here."

Din Djarin took a deep breath to calm himself. 'Here' is the top of the 'seeing stone' on Tython, where he placed Grogu on that dome so he could call on the force to find the Jedi…

-o-0-o-

He sat the boy on the stone to do his 'Jedi thing' and he barely turned away then when he looked back the kid was sitting there with his eyes closed with a tranquil look on his face he had never seen before. For a moment the boy, Grogu, didn't look like Grogu. He knew it made no sense to think that but for the first time Din Djarin saw him as a different being.

What's more he was held back by a strong power that he had never encountered before. Hands held out he tried to push against the forcefield but he was repelled and thrown five meters away. Dank Farrik! That hurt! He groaned before he blacked out.

Maybe we could call him stupid and slow because as soon as Din opened his eyes he went back to challenge that force field and again the same thing happened. Only this time the force was twice as strong and twice as painful. He was lights out at two seconds.

But if there's one redeeming virtue of Din Djarin was that he was determined when he puts his mind to it. He is determined to protect his son at all cost. But while he's at it, why not give the force field a third try? They say three's a charm or something like that. It was a good thing that he wasn't wearing his jetpack or the armorer would be pissed if he even put a ding on his jetpack when he all but himself thrown clear out of the circle and down to the rocky base of the hill.

His muscles were shaking when he got to but he tried to stand in his condition. Well, the kid is still doing his Jedi thing. After sparing the boy a last glance the Mandalorian decided he is much need down at the hill than here.

-o-0-o-

Later, Din Djarin looked down to the base of the hill where the smoking crater was all that was left of his life.

"What?" Fett moved closer, his head inclined to Din.

"It was beautiful…" Din Djarin murmured as if to himself. "What…?"

Boba Fett looked at the Mandalorian up and down. "You need to pull yourself together, man. Look." The older man leaned closer and grasped the other man's shoulder. "Yeah, this is bad but I will help you get your kid back, okay? My ship and my services are yours until you rescue him. Point me where to go." The older man assured him. "Least I could do for getting back my father's armor."

Din looked at Shand who also nodded. "Thank you."

Shand cleared her throat when the younger man went silent again. "So why did you come up here?"

Din slowly turned to the woman. "Uh…I don't remember,"

"Did something happen here?" She hastily amended, "I mean I saw your kid on that stone when that weird pillar of light turned on…"

"Really? Pillar of light?" Fett gasped. "Why didn't I see it?" he asked as if he was left out of a great experience.

"Uh, I don't know." Shand leaned in a little, hands on hips. "Where were you?"

"Wha….? What do you mean where was I?" Fett shrugged and gestured around. "I was there. He and I had a talk and then those damn troopers came and I had to bust some skulls…"

"You missed it. It was really pretty." Shand poked at Fett's arm and jerked her head meaningfully at Din.

"Pst! Hey!" Fett waved his hand in front of Din's helmet. "Snap out of it!"

"You know? This place gives me the creeps." Shand rubbed her hands on her arms as if she was cold. "I'm going back to the ship."

"Don't you see it?" Din points.

"See what?" Fett looked back at Shand who rolled her eyes and waved a hand as if to say 'whatever' and sure-footedly went down the hill.

"Let's go." The scarred man looked where the younger man is pointing but... "I don't see anything."

"There is."

"Hey, I don't scare easily but Shand's right; this is a creepy place and if you don't move your ass right now I will toss your goddamned helmet down this hill if that's what it takes to get you going!" Fett threw up his hands when Mando walked toward the stone. "What the fu…." Frowning and muttering profanity in every language he knows in the galaxy he began to follow the muddle-headed Mandalorian.

He stopped.

"Fuck."

-o-o-0-o-o-

Chapter 2: LIKE SON…

Summary:

A/N: I love the story of Din Djarin and Grogu. Also I am writing this because of the force of my inspiration Pedro Pascal and not for monetary gain. I have spoken. This is the way!

Din Djarin was not only a bounty hunter, father, Mand'alor but he is now a Force wielder. Caught in a crossroad, he went back to Calodan where someone could help him: the Jedi Ahsoka Tano.

~(o.o)~

 

CHAPTER 2

LIKE SON…

 

Din Djarin's attention fell on the sight of the Seeing Stone hill as it passed his view for a moment, then it receded to a pinprick, which got lost in the clouds quickly until he could see the entire planet from space. When the ship got free of the planetary gravity the hyperdrive kicked in and Tython was also gone from his view.

He stood there where Boba Fett left him after almost dragging him down from that mount. Actually, the older man grabbed hold of his cowl and marched him without any resistance. Not until Fett flicked the ramp up and closed the hold did he let go of the Mandalorian. Then grumbling under his breath the scarred man climbed the cockpit and fired the engine.

Din Djarin stood like a deflated balloon. If not for the beskar spear Shand thrust in his hand his feet might not have the strength to hold him up. If he was even mildly aware of his surroundings he would be thankful that all she did was look at him closely then followed Fett up the cockpit.

Din was all but deaf to the hissed whispers from Shand and Fett and the occasional glance they threw down his way once the ship went to hyperspace.

When the ship suddenly lurched Din grabbed the beskar spear with his other hand. It was then he noticed how his right hand was beginning to cramp and loosened his hold of the spear; he looked at it up and down as if he just saw the weapon for the first time.

"What's he doing now?" Fett flicked some switches to monitor the hyper drive and switched off the manual drive.

Shand turned just as the Mandalorian put the spear at a holder on the wall and entered the privy. "He seemed to be coming around."

Fett grunted. "Good."

Fennec braced her foot on a console and leaned back with a tired sigh. "Care to tell me what happened after I left?"

-o-0-o-

Privy-

Din sighed as he took off his helmet and set it on the peg above the sink. It's a good thing that it was a standard design for every Mandalorian ship or craft. No one wanted any splash of water on their helmet especially on beskar since water mark is troublesome to shine off on the metal. The vambrace and his gloves could be removed together with a flick of a switch and he slid them off and set them up on the deep shelf near the helmet.

From a pocket in his munitions belt he took out the second item that was left from his wrecked ship; the only thing that meant more to him now more than ever.

He rolled the metal ball in his fingers and the mirror reflected the small smile on his face as he remembered how many times him and Grogu argued about this thing.

It's not a toy.

Give it back, kid!

Hey, what did I say about playing with that?

Eat first, play later, okay?

Suddenly, the ship jolted hard. Din raised a bracing hand to the wall but he lost his hold on the ball. It fell on the metal floor with a loud sound. With unsteady feet he bent down as the ship began shaking next. The small metal ball rolled around for a few circles on the floor; clock-wise, counter clock-wise. The Mandalorian sighed in irritation when the ship steadied and the shaking stopped. Din bent down again but then the floor tilted.

To his horror it began rolling to the open drain….

-o-0-o-

Cockpit—

"What the hell's that?" Fennec was suddenly alert from an interrupted nap after she almost landed on her ass.

Fett cursed, "It's the engine again." The man flipped the switch back to manual. Then he checked the board. "There. One of the coils."

Fennec raised a brow. "So are we still alive?"

Fett gave a grunt, a sign he's amused. "Not if I don't get a replacement."

"How far?" Shand resettled herself on the seat.

Fett checked the map, tapping the coordinates. "Not far. Just a few parsecs away."

"You want to tell him?" Fennec nodded down to the hold.

Fett paused and looked to his left. "You go do it."

Shand stared at Fett for a few seconds. "You are both acting weird right now."

"What are you talking about?"

"You know what I'm talking about." She raised both brows now. "When I come back you better have an answer."

Fett frowned at Fennec's back. What will he say? Ah, it was nothing. I think I just saw a ghost up on the hill?! The man cursed loudly.

-o-0-o-

Privy-

NO!

To his abject horror the metal ball began rolling toward the open drain.

Dank Fa…! Din slumped down on the floor, jaw open. A shaking hand extended toward the…floating ball.

His throat worked on gulping his fear aside. The sound of his rapid heartbeat seemed to echo inside the cramped room and in his head.

The ball raced to his cold open hand when he pulled it back. The beskar sphere hit the palm with a thud.

Just like Grogu…

"So that's how it felt."

-o-o-0-o-o-

Chapter 3: SPHERE

 

A/N: I love the story of Din Djarin and Grogu. Also I am writing this because of the force of my inspiration Pedro Pascal and not for monetary gain. I have spoken. This is the way!

~(o.o)~

CHAPTER 3

SPHERE

 

"So that's how it felt." Din gasped at his words. He said it so blithely as he lay sprawled on the floor. "No. no. no…" He groaned and helplessly leaned back with eyes closed when his limbs began trembling. He couldn't remember the last time he had the shakes. A long time ago…his first kill.

Even as his chest heaves a line began to run in his head as he sat on the cold floor of the privy. "This is bad." He rasped.

Bad enough that he'd been missing parts of his memory and he'd been acting uncharacteristically…

Bad enough that he lost his ship…

It was unthinkable that he let down the very being who needed his protection and care…

He pressed a clenched fist to his lips when he felt his stomach churn. He hated vomiting of all things.

But this…he thought, as he opened his other fist around the ball. He knew that his encounter with that Seeing Stone force field is the unprecedented side-effect of what is happening to him.

The very idea terrified him and it shook the stoic Din Djarin to the core.

His entire life revolves far away from mystical and esoteric realms that most people do not encounter in their lifetime and were deemed magical and magnificent. These supernatural things were not part of his culture and his life as a bounty hunter.

But even if he didn't want to be a part of it there's nothing to be done now. Nothing has changed, he mused. He's been on both sides of the coin; hunter and hunted.

What's new?

He allowed his thoughts to turn like the way he rolls the ball between his fingers.

Around and around it goes.

o-O-o

"Take me back!" He thought with gritted teeth. Two stupid storm troopers slammed at each other at his command. "I hate all of you!" he growled as his tiny hands waved sharply and the two idiots who plunked him down on the bench took the brunt of his anger.

He is beyond pissed.

He is enraged.

He wants to destroy all of them.

But he can't.

He is too small. His power degraded to a point where summoning a small metal ball taxed is energy so much.

He regretted not keeping up his power after he left the temple.

But on that day filled with fear, impending danger and confusion his teacher shared his mind to him that he was not to show his power or his force because it would endanger him.

His mentor gave him a glare which meant he was not allowed to argue. His instructor never once showed anger toward any of the padawan no matter how slow they were in improving their skills and power. Grogu knows, he is one of them.

Kneeling before him, the dark man fastened his coat around him securely. Then, while his mentor tapped instructions on a panel, the boy went wide-eyed as he got a glimpse of what the Jedi master was thinking.

His teacher's mind was filled with thoughts that scared the padawan for the very first time. The Jedi's dark eyes were swirling with a kind of anger that Grogu recoiled from. The kind of anger that this gentle but gruff man warned all the students about.

But before he could learn more his master controlled his thoughts. The little boy didn't need to see everything. He got enough of what his teacher was hiding from him.

He was not afraid; he would never be afraid of his mentor. He was afraid FOR him. Grogu whimpered and he grasped his mentor's strong hand. The Jedi in return gave him a rare smile that lit his mentor's beautiful face from the inside. Grogu was entranced and he cooed. He trilled at the warm hand that stroked his head.

"We will see each other again, padawan." The Jedi said in his strong resonating voice. "Do not be afraid. You are strong. You are stubborn. That is your strength. You must survive."

Suddenly, running footsteps could be heard from the hallway.

Quickly, the man bundled him in a blanket, opened the droid's compartment and settled him inside the barely lit interior. "Go!" he told the droid at the same time igniting his light saber.

The last image Grogu saw before the droid closed the compartment was the pure light from his mentor's purple light saber.

o-O-o-0-o

Chapter 4: SECRET

Summary:

Additional Characters: Cara Dune, Fennec Shand, Bobba Fett, Bo Katan Kryze, Koska Reeves, Luke Skywalker

Note: This event happened after Luke Skywalker took Grogu from Mando and they entered the elevator in Season 2 Episode 16. The chapters might sometimes be long or short depending on the story plot.

A/N: I'm a Trekkie though and through but I love the story of Din Djarin and Grogu. I don't need anything else. Also I am writing this because of the force/my inspiration Pedro Pascal and not for monetary gain. I have spoken.

 

Please don't be shy to review and tell me what you think. Thank you!

CHAPTER 4

SECRET

 

Moff Gideon's Bridge-

The elevator closed with a hiss ferrying Grogu with the Jedi who would now be his son's teacher and guardian. Din Djarin couldn't peel his eyes off from the closed door as if he wanted the last image of the boy burned in his brain.

He was surprised that he felt good at his decision. It was not a happy one of course, but he was at peace in his heart. He believed that the Jedi will not let anything come between him and the little one. The arrival of someone who could competently protect the boy made everything that the Mandalorian went through worth it.

His gloved hand brushed the saber on his right hip. After a thought he switched it to his left. Few people could impress the hunter when it comes to fighting but that Jedi is on a different level. Yeah, I think I need to learn how use it well. I might drop in Corvus and challenge Ahsoka to a friendly duel or two.

On the upper deck of the bridge Bo Katan looked back at Koska Reeves as if the other woman was playing a joke on her but the younger member of the Nite Owls looked back at the leader with a steady gaze.

Bo Katan took a deep breath, "Show me again." She whispered as she sat in the chair. Koska pushed a button to play the footage. With eyes narrowed she leaned forward and played with the controls. When she stood up Bo's face was a blank mask. "So," she said in a clear voice, brow arched. "You're a force wielder as well."

Din Djarin stood stock still at the words. Casually, he got his helmet from the floor and slid it on.

Fennec Shand and Cara Dune had matching frowns on their faces. Both looked around in confusion on which one of them Bo was talking about, until Koska Reeves smugly pointed between them.

"What do you mean?" Cara swung around, confused.

Bo Katan crossed her arms, "Your friend is hiding a secret, Marshall. Don't you," she almost purred the question, "Din Djarin?"

Cara raised a brow at Din, "That's ridiculous." She snorted as she faced Bo. "Where'd you get that idea?"

Bo Katan languidly gestured to the monitor where she left her helmet. "See for yourself."

Cara's smirk slowly melted when her eyes fell on Shand who was staring at Din with an expression as if the assassin found an answer to her question. The former dropper turned serious eyes on her friend, "What's she saying?" but the Mandalorian remained quiet. "What will I see there?" she pressed him.

"I don't know." They might not have caught the husky reply if the bridge isn't as quiet as a tomb.

"Huh." Cara grunted as she turned her attention back on that screen and again to Din Djarin. She tapped her fingers on her weapon; a habit that Din recognized whenever the dropper turned Marshall is indecisive.

"I want to take a look." Shand sprinted up to the dais.

Din stood on approximately the same spot where he said his farewell to Grogu. It took a lot out of him emotionally when he removed his helmet because he couldn't deny that simple request anymore. The boy had been trying to get a glimpse of him for a long time now. The two of them even made a game out of it.  Now that the helmet's back no one would see the beads of sweat that broke on his forehead. He cursed to himself for not turning the fan on.

"Okay…" Cara drawled, "I will…"

"This is Fett.' Crackled the coms, "Acknowledge."

Fennec pressed her earpiece, "I think we are done here. You can swing by. Mando…" The assassin lifted her head and looked at the group. "We'll wait but don't be long." She raised a meaningful brow to Din who nodded without looking at Fennec. She left a parting glance at Dune who nodded back then strode towards the lift.

With four of them left one can cut the tense situation with the dark saber. Din stood relaxed but ready to spring into action in case Katan or Reeves decide to do something rash or violent even.

"Well, this is awkward." Bo Katan smirked. She went to the console and cradled her helmet under her arm. "We will leave you to your decision, Marshall." The woman stopped before Din. "You won the dark saber in fair combat, Din Djarin. Whether you want it or not you have a responsibility to our people now." She felt him tense at her words. "That is what it means to wield that weapon. Be one with that weapon; that is all the advice I can give you." To Dune, "We will take Gideon to the transport."

Koska bent down and injected something to Moff Gideon. "What's that?" Marshall Dune questioned the woman.

"It's a sedative so he won't give us trouble." Both female Mandalorian grabbed hold of the Imperial officer and with a closing hiss of the lift they left Cara and Din.

"Cara…" Din took a step.

The Marshall swiftly went to the console and slid a data cylinder; it immediately began copying every bit of information about Moff Gideon's operation. "We need to go." She nodded the order after the cylinder finished flashing.

"Don't you want to see what Bo Katan was talking about?" Din cautiously followed Dune two steps behind.

The Marshall snorted, stopped at the lift and faced him, "Nah. I saw. You did this," she stretched out a hand behind her and used her weapon to demonstrate exactly what she saw. "I was way ahead of those two." She said smugly.

The Mandalorian shook his head in disbelief. "You should be pissed at me."

She shrugged matter-of-factly. "Oh well, I could do that. Or, " The lift hissed open and they both stepped in. "You can tell me all about it on the way down."

o-0-o

Luke Skywalker gasped slightly as he was about to flip the switch of the hyper drive.

It felt…

The Jedi looked up at the huge cruiser looming over his tiny craft; craning his neck. There. He mouthed the word.

The pilot almost rose from his seat. From stem to stern he scanned the ship meticulously. It was gone! The man slowly settled back in the pilot's seat.

How strange…

He turned to the little boy fast asleep on the seat to his left. Poor tyke. He needs sustenance and a lot of rest. "Yes, R2, we are going. Stop reminding me." The man addressed the droid in a long suffering voice.

With a resigned sigh the young man fired up his engines and left in a streak of light.

o-o-0-o-o

Chapter 5: RIDE

Summary:

Note: This event happened after Season 2 Episode 16. The chapters ran long this time but I'm happy with it. I hope you all like it.

Please don't be shy to review and tell me what you think. Thank you!

CHAPTER 5

RIDE

Moff Gideon's cruiser-

The lift door closed the sight of fallen storm troopers and crew of the cruiser. Din Djarin leaned his back to the wall with a sigh, eyes closed. He could feel exhaustion washing over him. It felt like he had been riding on pure adrenaline the whole time since Grogu got snatched from Tython.

"I'm sorry, Din." Cara Dune said softly, "I know you love the kid."

"Before we went to Tython I think I hurt Grogu's feelings." Din Djarin continued as Dune's eyes asked the question. "I said something harsh." He continued as the Marshall leaned back to the wall as well. "He was being stubborn as always, he's like that. I was…" it was suddenly hurt to talk. He looked up when Cara firmly grabbed his shoulder.

"Hey, he knows you love and care for him. I saw it." She had that soft look in her eyes which calmed him. Din reached up and grasped Cara's hand on his shoulder. Din nodded and Cara smiled back; a whole mile of understanding passed in that short moment between the two.

Then the lift door swung open.

Din and Cara cautiously exited the lift, weapons drawn. At the far end of the massive Tie Fighter launching bay they could hear angry voices. The shouting gets louder as they walk toward the two groups.

"We need to break that up before someone regrets something." Din Djarin muttered as he returned his blaster to its holster.

Cara Dune snorted. "Uh, I'm all for letting natural event take place, you know?"

The quip got a chuckle from the Mandalorian, "Yeah, you're right." The bounty hunter and the Marshall stopped far enough to figure out what the four people were arguing about. "It could be interesting."

-0-0-

"Mando is going with us!" Boba Fett spread his arms arrogantly with a snide grin; daring the two Mandalorian females.

"And he'll be what?" Bo Katan retorted snidely back, "Your new bounty hunter partner? Don't make me laugh!"

"Oh, so your plan is to turn him into this symbol of the new Mandalore and give him a grand new title?" The man sniggered.

"Let Mando decide what he wants." Fennec raised a brow at the armor clad females.

"I thought we bounty hunters are the lowest of the low in your eyes, princess?"

"The question is: would your high society accept and follow a former bounty hunter?" Fennec Shand asked.

"Mandalore needs a new leader…"

"Sidekicks do not speak!" The scarred man put a finger on his lips.

"Tell that to your sidekick…" Kozka jerked her head to Fennec.

"There's only one sidekick here, girl, and that's NOT me." Fennec raised her nose up at the Nite Owl.

"Care to continue that unfinished business at the cantina, huh?" Reeves advanced and Bo Katan reached out to block her way.

"What are you waiting for!" The older man slapped his chest armor with a sneer.

-0-0-

"Looks like your fan base." Cara Dune smirked.

"That's not funny." Din Djarin shook his head at the joke.

"Hey," Dune jerked her head towards the docked ships. "Let's not waste time. We got to find our ride."

The two friends jog toward where the bigger transport vehicles were stored.

"To avoid detection we just toss out anything that could…" Then Din stopped as something caught his attention. "By the old gods…." He choked as if he was spellbound. Like metal caught by a magnet the Mandalorian went off somewhere to the right.

"Din?" Cara Dune whirled around the cavernous area filled with transport of all sizes and configuration, then noticed a missing Mando. "Din! Where the hell are you?" she was about to let out another curse word…

"Dune!"

Cara stood still then followed the voice. She found Din Djarin standing under the hulking shadow of a personnel transport ship.

"I think I found my new ride." He said in awe as he runs his hand on the hull. "It's perfect."

-0-0-

Ten minutes later plus an entire console of the tracking system tossed over the window Din and Cara high fived and fired up the engines.

"That sounds great." Din Djarin smiled under the helmet. The DX-9 when remodeled and refitted for his needs, would give him a bigger living and sleeping room not to mention more space to stash his bounty, supplies and new weapons. "The right engine is a little off but it's fixable." Din looked around the cockpit. "The exterior and interior design and features should definitely be changed." The engine roared as he tested the maneuverability of the transport ship on the runway.

"Yep." Cara agreed; glad that the man has more life in his voice. "You'll be popular if you go to the wrong part of the town." Cara chuckled back.

-0-0-

While Din Djarin and Cara Dune were having a great time at Din's new ride the atmosphere went from tense to danger with the 'fan base.' That was when Kozka went on a full offensive and swung at Fett but the man lowered his head but Reeves gave him a roundhouse kick on the shoulder instead. The man stumbled back but caught his balance…

"Come on." Fennec Shand faced Bo Katan as the loading bay rang with beskar on beskar. "Let them fight."

"This is insane!" Bo Katan raised a brow when the assassin turned the high powered rifle on her. "Are you serious?!"

"I'm guessing this brawl happens all the time among your people, right?" The assassin continued when the Mandalorian royalty didn't answer. "Aren't you tired of all that fighting?"

"Let me pass," The wrist blade clicked out of the vambrace, "assassin."

"Aw," Shand pouted theatrically, "what about our chat?" she positioned the rifle properly, looking into the scope. "That area right there," she whispered as the barrel traced an imaginary circle on Bo's chest, "is the thinnest." the Mandalorian paled when the assassin's face turned beautifully evil.

Shand sharply turned her head when a hand grabbed her weapon and pushed it firmly down.

"Come on, ladies." Cara Dune used her best Marshall voice. "That," she nodded to the snoring Gideon, "is the target not one of us, okay?" She looked at both and was relieved when both women grudgingly gave their nods and put away their weapons.

"Fett!" Din Djarin found the older bounty hunter and the Nite Owl in a savage fight. Four parked ships have been damaged in their duel. He shoved Kozka against one ship and swiped Fett's legs under him with the Beskar spear. "Enough!" He kept the spear pointed towards Fett and readied a whistling bird on Kozka.

Din's jaw fell when Reeves dropped on one knee to him. "Wh..what…?"

"You fucking…" then Boba Fett noticed the other Mandalorian, "Oh…uh, I'm done." The man even raised a hand as if in surrender.

Din looked at Kozka on one knee, head down. "Get up…please." The woman stood, bowed and left, but not before giving Fett a threatening glare. "Okay…that's good. I guess."

-0-0-

"No."

One word stopped the clamoring voices instantly.

"You can't leave…" Bo gasped. She followed him as when he went to the DX-9.

"No." now a hand was raised to stress his point. "That's my final decision." Din walked toward Bo Katan. "You only need to take the saber but you refused it." He unclipped the weapon and held it out. Again.

The woman averted her eyes. "I can't." she whispered.

"So you need to kill me so you could wield it." Din saw the pain in her eyes at the non-question.

"No…" the red-head shook her head firmly. "I don't believe in that stupid rule." She spat. "Not anymore."

"I'm lucky then." Din shook his head when the woman remained serious. "If you don't take it from me right now…"

Bo Katan went closer to Din and gripped his arm. "You are now the rightful owner of it."

"As you say, but I don't like the precept that entails the ownership of this saber. What kind of people would hand the leadership of a race or a planet to one person just because he or she has more strength to defeat his opponent? What about the wisdom to rule?"

The words impressed Bo Katan and she was speechless.

Din didn't realize he and Bo Katan were now standing toe to toe. "If I were to rule Mandalore I would do it my own way. If you do not agree with it then challenge me right here, right now."

-0-0-

Boba Fett started to chuckle knowingly. "Uh-hooo! Look at that." Then he turned and winked at Dune and Fennec. "Looks like before this day ends our boy is not only gonna have a throne but a consort as well. Dank Farrik!"

-o-o-0-o-o-

Chapter 6: TO NEVARRO

Summary:

Additional Characters: Cara Dune, Greef Karga, the Armorer

Note: This event happened after Season 2 Episode 16. The chapters might sometimes be long or short depending on the story plot.

Please don't be shy to review and tell me what you think. Thank you!

 

CHAPTER 6

TO NEVARRO

 

Din Djarin should make a mental note that having a New Republic Marshall as passenger has its own perks. Just to hear the word 'Marshall' had some people scrambling for whatever they require just like what happened when Din needed Migs Mayfeld to infiltrate the refinery at Morak.

"Stop that, Din. I told you this would happen." Cara punched him on the arm before introducing herself to the hyperventilating officer on the other line. "This is Marshal Carasynthia…aherm," Cara had to repeat herself. "Be quiet!" she hissed at Din Djarin. "No! Not you, officer! This is Marshal Carasynthia Dune requesting permission to land."

Din couldn't stop chuckling even when his arm hurt because the air traffic controller who sputtered at seeing the DX-9 Assault ship's signature must have thought they're being attacked and the transport was loaded for bear with Storm troopers.

"Who put that guy in that job?" Din shook his head. "I hope he's not trigger happy." His hand went to the ion cannon switch and flipped it on as a joke.

"Turn that off!" Cara reached over and turned it off after giving him a good-natured glare. "You are not helping!"

"Uh, Ma…Marshall? Someone reported that you went weapons hot?"

Din could literally hear the man gulp over the static. He shook his head in amusement.

"Did we?" Cara asked innocently. "Officer, listen. We have commandeered this transport vehicle to bring in a high value prisoner."

The air hissed again and the man sounded more composed but his voice is still a little breathy. Din smirked.

"Marshall, please state the name of the prisoner."

"It's Moff Gideon." The air hissed but no voice came from it. Cara looked at Din questioningly. She tried again. "Do you copy?"

"Maybe he drowned on his bone broth." He chuckled again when he got another 'shush!'"

"Marshall Dune, did you say Mo…Moff Gideon?!"

"Affirmative."

"Copy that!" The receiver clanked. The officer must have put it down in haste. There was some excited conversation on the air and people's hurried footsteps.

"See? They did not believe you." Din looked up. "Do you think they're preparing to shoot us out of orbit?"

"Hush, you!" She rolled her eyes at him.

"Marshall, you have been cleared for landing!" The man's voice boomed over the receiver.

"Listen, upon landing we require a carbon freezing unit standing by. Do you copy?"

"We copy! We copy!" Came the high pitched voice.

-o0o-

"What in hell is this?" Din looked at Cara when the transport hold opened. It seemed that everyone in Nevarro came out and once they saw Cara and Din they gave a huge cheer.

Greef Karga stepped forward, "Congratulations for apprehending the scourge of Nevarro!" The townspeople cheered.

"This arrest is a joint operation including myself and a member of the bounty guild, Din Djarin the Mandalorian." Cara Dune explained and more cheer went up. "He battled Moff Gideon right on his own ship and subdued him so we can bring him to justice for his atrocities in Nevarro!" The last cheer that they gave for Din was loud enough to deafen the ears.

Two officers from the New Republic towed a hover board up the transport hold and laid the still sedated imperial officer to it. As soon as the people saw the imperial officer they shouted in anger and booed the prisoner.

Fearing that the situation might degenerate into a riot Greef motioned the New Republic officers to get the prisoner into the NR Headquarters quickly. The former magistrate beckoned Cara and Din to go with them. The townspeople followed behind but not before almost everyone wanted to shake Din's and Cara's hand or give them a pat on their shoulders.

The atmosphere felt like a parade as they were walking down the main road of Nevarro and there was festive mood in the air. People were happy. People were laughing, even singing! The children were running around giggling and playing. "We wiLl have a festival later in both your honor!" Greef hugged them.

"Wow! Some welcome!" Cara returned a hug from a motherly looking woman.

"It sure is." Din forgot how many hands he shook. From the crowd a hand shook his far longer than the others and when he was let go a note was in his hand.

Looking up Din could not tell who it came from. He unfolded the piece of parchment. There was nothing written on it except for a rough sketch.

Din Djarin's heart skipped.

-o0o-

"Come you two!" Greef Karga motioned for them to enter the office. "You have to be here to witness this." The former magistrate led them to a building where a team of technicians in blue overalls hurry to assemble the carbon freezing unit that Marshall Dune requested.

"Cara…" Din snagged the woman's elbow. "You go ahead."

But before she could ask him a question he was already lost in the midst of the crowd. "Din!" he heard his name as he cleared the thick of people rubbernecking the procedure of turning the hated imperial officer frozen in hard carbon.

-o0o-

The town never ceases to bring him good and bad memories but it seems he was fated to come back here whether he wanted to or not, he thought as he cautiously turned a corner.

As he trod the familiar streets he was thankful that it was almost deserted. This could be the only time that Moff Gideon's arrival was a welcome relief for Din Djarin or for the entire region.

He reached the entrance and just as the first and the hundredth time he had been here he swept aside the maroon curtain and quickly went down the stone steps until it became so dark and his helmet's optoelectronic device turned green and he could see what was before him…

The tunnel was filled with members of his covert and among them…

"Din Djarn of Clan Mudhorn, come forward."

The armorer; he was so glad that she survived. She was the one that kept everyone together. Just as her forge create their armor and their weapons so her presence forge their determination to survive and to maintain their race and culture on his planet.

Din looked around at the familiar colors and designs of helmets of the people that he had seen through the years—his tribe. Those he knew nodded in greeting and Din was struck that they were missing quite a few people.

There were other people there; new helmets that he doesn't recognize.

"They are the envoy of the Ruling Council of Mandalore." The armorer said by way of introduction. They exchanged polite nods; slow and low.

"We heard of your victory, Din Djarin." A woman in red gauntlets spoke up in formal Mando'a.

"Yes, we were successful in securing Moff Gideon. The Nevarro government is now executing him at this moment." Din replied. The people reacted positively upon hearing the news.

One of the envoy, a tall man in dark blue armor looked at the other two envoys, "Pouring some rapid freezing gas on a criminal is hardly an execution." He snorted is disfavor.

The woman in red gauntlets raised a hand and the tall man ceased talking and bowed to her. Din was suddenly aware that she is a high level official.

"We are here for we have heard of your deeds."

Din looked back to the armorer as an acknowledgement, "I was tasked by our armorer to return a child back to his people." As soon as he said the words his eyes began to tear up and the burn in his throat is back. His teeth ground together when his jaw clenched and the deep breath he took felt agonizing, as if the beskar spear he had on his back is lodged in his ribcage.

A child…his…

"To the Jedi, we heard." Soft murmurs spread among the people.

"That is right." Din hated the way how his body refuse to quickly get back in control. His nose flares in his effort.

"There is no shame in showing how you love the boy, Din Djarin." One of the three spoke, a younger man, from the timbre of his voice. "You are his father, his buir, in every sense of the word. You have done more for that foundling than any parent would have done for their own flesh and blood."

Agreement in various vocalizations filled the cavern among the assembled.

They understand.

They know.

They approve.

Din was glad he was not expected to reply because his throat has gotten caught in a painful hook of emotion. His whole body seemed to be vibrating from the amount of control he is exerting.

"We," the woman in red gauntlet went two steps forward, "have another reason for being here." the woman said. "May we see it?"

Din Djarin could feel his entire body turning cold. He had a small niggling suspicion when he saw the three. Yes, Din had expected the summons but he did not expect it to come so soon.

People began murmuring in confusion; heads turning in question. What is happening? What's going on?

He swept back the cloak from his left and unhooked the weapon. The people who first saw it exclaimed in shocked surprise.

It can't be!

Is that…?

Holy ancient gods!

What is it?

Look!

The ruckus became a roar when he ignited the blade. But he was not prepared when as one the people kneeled before him.

With the blade shining and lighting the darkness Din Djarin fled from the scene.

-o-o-o-

Chapter 7: AN OLD FRIEND

Summary:

Additional Characters: Ahsoka Tano, Gov. Wing

Note: This event happened after Season 2 Episode 16. The chapters might sometimes be long or short depending on the story plot.

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CHAPTER 7

AN OLD FRIEND

Ahsoka Tano raised a brow at seeing someone she instantly recognized. "Please open the gate." She commanded the guards.

Gracefully the Togruta back flipped from the high parapet landing just in time to see the man with the distinctive well-made armor stride inside the heavily reinforced portal.

"An old friend comes back." Governor Wing stopped beside the Togruta, a little out of breath. He exchanged a wide smile with the female Jedi as he fiddled with his official robes. Ahsoka helped the governor fix his collar that went askew on the elder's run to the gate just as Din Djarin stopped to their small group.

"A good day to you, Governor Wing. I request to make a stop within the protection of your city."

"Welcome back to Calodan, Master Mandalorian."

"In Mandalorian culture they show respect by slowly bowing low, governor." Ahsoka supplied as the elders looked curious at the way Din bowed to the governor and some of the elders.

The governor was pleased at learning something about their imposing guest, "Stay as long as you need. Our city and our hospitality are yours for the duration of your stay." The official was amused that the warrior was asking 'protection' in their walls. But in reality it was this formidable fighter and Mistress Ahsoka who freed his city from tyranny.

-o-o-

Counselor Wing as he was called before the day that they named the Fall of the Bell thought that he and his family and everyone in Calodan would die in the hands of Morgan Elsbeth.

When Elsbeth subjugated the city the first thing she ordered was to torch the verdant forest. Months after the forest still burn in some areas and the smell of burnt wood clung to everyone and everything; people got sick especially the weak and infirm. Some of the children developed breathing problems. He had forgotten how many people have died.

The forest used to be their source of food and medicine; they know how to use the different kinds of flora to make balm, potions, tonic, tincture, salve, or elixir but when they were banned from leaving the city the people made do with what they had and then that had run out too.

Then Elsbeth discovered some people were planning a mutiny and soon the members were caught and rounded up. If they resist they were executed and if Elsbeth suspects the person has some knowledge about other mutineers and their leader she would place them on the 'rack'; that electrified device mounted outside the governor's hall until they break down and confess. But to Elsbeth's frustration none betrayed their co-conspirators. They would be executed anyway whether they confess or not so the doomed just prayed for a quick death.

The Togruta had been harassing the guards and soldiers for many months. Counselor Wing often looked up to the parapet hoping to see her mounting that wall to free them. Through the grapevine he had heard she was a Jedi but the councilman wondered if she would be enough to liberate them. Elsbeth had assassin droids, as well as many scout guards in her employ including the mercenary Lang. These men were brutal and never questioned her orders.

Counselor Wing was dismayed that the Mandalorian was another addition to the magistrate's employ because other than another Jedi a Mandalorian could defeat a Jedi too. The Mandalorians were warlike fierce warriors trained from childhood in all kinds of fighting styles and weaponry. What's even worse is that this particular Mandalorian is a bounty hunter by profession. May the Gods protect us!

His hope crumbled upon hearing this latest news. Tears fell as he angrily tossed the note into the brazier. Why? Why have the Gods abandoned us?

The only small hope they had is now about to be slayed by the most formidable walking weapon Morgan Elsbeth could hire in the parsec.

-o-o-

"A cottage has been prepared for your use, Master Mandalorian." Governor Wing shook Din's hand. "Once more, the people of Calodan are extremely grateful for helping Mistress Ahsoka free us from Morgan Elsbeth. We are indebted to you and Mistress Ahsoka forever!"

"I am glad to be of service to you and your city, governor."

"Mistress Ahsoka will show your lodging as you talk. If you need anything please do not hesitate to come to me."

Din Djarin nodded again. "Thank you for the warm welcome, governor." The bounty hunter got a little uncomfortable. He thinks he would never get used to this kind of deference especially when a few towns people who saw him in the small group came over to meet and greet and thank him.

"And that is my cue to rescue you," Ahsoka turned to the leader and the elders with clasped hands sensing the man's discomfiture from all the attention. After bowing for the last time the townspeople left the two alone. "You're not used to that."

Din nodded. He's used to people being uneasy whenever and wherever he appears. He's more familiar with the kind of people who would hastily skulk or run out of his way because either they're scared or guilty of something or that they know he's after them. Then the hunt is on.

Violence, spilled blood in whatever color and broken furniture always follow his appearance when he's on a job. It's a regular day at work if he doesn't use any explosives or if half the town or city did not go up in flames. It's sometimes messy and complicated work as the client once said so he tries his best not to cause a lot of wide-spread damage especially if he fancied the place and wants to come back there for some R&R in the future.

The warrior shrugged, "Not sure if I want to get used to it. It was a nice change, though." The recent memory of Nevarro flashed in his head. "I came here because I need your help on two things."

"If it is in my power then you have my help." Ahsoka gestured that they walk towards the inner wall of the city. On the way to the guest cottage the Togruta openly looked at Din Djarin noting the absence of the carrier bag on his side.

"Grogu found the Jedi." Ahsoka already sensed that the little boy was not on the new ship he flew in outside the city gate. Ahsoka observed her new found friend. She found the energy exuding from Din was a steadying force to her aura. But right now the man is radiating sadness and extreme worry.

"Yes. I was successful." Din paused, head down. There's that tightness in Din's throat again that he fought to control. "We were lucky. The Jedi who came for Grogu was very capable." He cleared his throat, "We have to part so the kid would get better in using his powers."

"Din, the parting is not forever. If Grogu decides to come back to you then you would be together. Many Jedi have done so." She tried to assure the anxious father. The Mandalorians were some of the serious people she had ever known and they take the raising of a young one at heart. Being told that they're not good enough to rear their foundling is like shooting at them between the armor. The man nodded at her words but the sadness remained. Ahsoka couldn't blame him.

Suddenly she stopped. "Wait." the Jedi faced Din and for a moment her eyes took on that inward glazed look, going as still as a statue. "This is...unexpected." The Jedi looked shaken as she took a few steps back.

"Remember I told you I need you to help me with two things?"

"Yeees…?" The woman drawled guardedly.

"That is the first." Din Djarin took a deep breath. He is getting worried that he'd be declined just like Grogu.

"And the other one is?" she looked closely when Din swept back his cloak and reached behind him.

"I need your help to train with this."

-o-o-

Ahsoka looked up at the Mandalorian, speechless for a moment. "You are full of surprises Din Djarin." The Jedi stared at the glowing weapon. "This is the famed darksaber of Mandalore." She shook her head in disbelief.

"I defeated Moff Gideon in a fight after he took the kid on Tython." Din had a feeling that not many things could shock a person like the Togruta.

Ahsoka gazed at him with slightly narrowed eyes. "Do you know what having this means?"

The nod was paired with a deep sigh, "I do. Would you help me?" Din fought to keep his rising anxiety down.

Ahsoka considered the man before her. He's proud and not used to asking for help. "Before I do I need to do a mind meld with you."

"What is that?"

"It is an exercise where a Jedi or a Jedi master enters your mind and create a psychic connection." She checked to see if he would balk at the idea. "It would help me to decide if I would…"

"…if you would help me." There was a tinge of edge in the voice that the beskar helmet could not dampen. "Why?"

"You came with the force in an unconventional way, Din. Being force sensitive is not something like breathing. It needs training and a lot of discipline. Finding someone to help you hone your skills is not like going to a regular school. A Jedi knight and a padawan…"

"Pa..DA..wan?" the foreign word rolled slowly from him. Ahsoka corrected his inflection of the word and his effort was rewarded with a smile. Little by little he's becoming intrigued about this amazing world that he would have never given attention to if not for Grogu, and apparently, he is now one of them.

"A padawan is a learner," Ahsoka slowly began to walk again as she explains. "In the Jedi temple each padawan is tested on the kinds of abilities they possess and they would be assigned to a Jedi knight or master and…if they possess advanced or a rare skill a Jedi master would volunteer to take on the training of the padawan."

"Alright," he said after a minute of silence. "I will submit to a mind meld."

Ahsoka breathed deep. "Alright," she returned the nod but it is she who is now the one feeling anxious. "By the way this is your cottage while you are here."

Din was surprised. The one-storey dwelling has a thatched roof and whitewashed walls. He could see white curtain swaying in the wide windows. "It's very nice."

"Later, someone will help you get settled in." Din followed Ahsoka to another path and to another similar looking cottage. "Welcome to my abode. Please enter."

"Are all these yours?" Din went straight to the various colorful items on the wall and the table.

"A few are mine but most were from my family." Ahsoka pointed to the items on a display shelf while she goes around the room lighting candles and oil lamps. "That one was my grandmother's. She used to wear it for special ceremonies." She pointed to an intricate web of silver and gold mounted headdress on a stand.

"The only memento left from my family was the sigil of our family crest." Unbidden, his hand went up to his chest where the crest was hidden under the padding of his armor.

"Din," Ahsoka pointed to two large cushions on the floor and they both sat facing each other. "We had better begin your mind meld if we are to learn the extent of your abilities. It's different for each person."

"Ahsoka," the Togruta looked back at the opaque visor. "Thank you."

The former Jedi snorted. "Don't thank me yet. For all you know I'll fry your brain." She snorted louder when the warrior tensed.

Din arched his back to relax. He felt so tense. "What do you need me to do?"

"Nothing. But as I begin you might feel a pressure in your head. Tell me if you feel uncomfortable. Do not endure it. Do you understand?"

"I understand." Din nodded. Ahsoka could fathom why she sensed a little trepidation from him but she couldn't just teach him how to use and control the force without knowing if…

As she was telling Din about the Jedi temple old memories surfaced; both positive and negative. The memory of the man who was her teacher, master, brother and friend and how he was lost to her…

"Let's begin." Din copied Ahsoka as she took a deep breath and closed her eyes. Since Din had not been properly prepared for this mind meld Ahsoka went in slowly so as not to spook the man.

-o-o-

"Please…"

Ahsoka turned…she's in the middle of a ship's bridge. The consoles were all lit up and playing various kinds of scenes all at the same time.

"Please…" came the whisper. Din's voice! There's pain and desperation in the sound.

"Please…" He couldn't breathe. The weight of his armor pulls him to the watery depth but he has to fight it…the monster…

"Please…" The droids are coming! Mom! Dad! Help! Help me…

"Please…" gunfire erupt around him. The shots were pinging on his armor. Surrounded. He's alone…must protect the child…

"Please…" His arm and his chest hurt. The mudhorn is charging again…his rifle's broken…he took out his remaining weapon…

"Please…" The dark trooper's fist pound on his helmet. His blaster was useless. His whistling birds the same…the machine comes at him again...the spear! The spear is too far away…too far away…

"Please…" he whispered in a dire plead. Then he heard that sound; that low hum and the spear slid toward his hand. He grabbed it without a second thought and gave it a mighty thrust. It went through the dark trooper and with a twist he decapitated it.

"Please…" it hurts but you must go. I cannot protect you well…You need someone better than me…someone more powerful…

"Please…" take care of him because I can't…

Goodbye….my son…please do not forget me…

Please…

-o-o-0-o-o-

Chapter 8: LIGHTSABER ACADEMY

Summary:

Additional Characters: Ahsoka Tano

Note: This event happened after Season 2 Episode 16. The chapters might sometimes be long or short depending on the story plot.

Please don't be shy to review and tell me what you think. Thank you!

CHAPTER 8

LIGHTSABER ACADEMY

Din leaned back against a sturdy tree trunk gasping for breath. The air circulating fan in his helmet works overtime so he wouldn't asphyxiate but now and again he could get a whiff of the smoke tainted air of Calodan.

This is training day 1.

They began the day after he checked the ship and was satisfied that the DX-9 had not been tampered by anyone during the night. Then he and Ahsoka went down to the valley not far where he and Grogu found her.

"The terrain here," she said. "is perfect for different kinds of scenario on attacks and counter attacks."

"Yeah," he had barely nodded his approval when he heard the swish of one of the Togruta's double weapons. "Whoa!" he turned sharply and his hand instinctively went to his blaster.

"Din Djarin," Ahsoka points one of the longer sabers to the Mandalorian as she walks around him. "I am not your friend…I am not your ally. I am not your master. I am your enemy. Wield your weapon or you die."

Din cursed under his breath as he blocked Ahsoka with his vambrace. She began to bear down on him while his left hand seemed to be made of jelly. He couldn't free the darksaber! The clamp must have been caught on something.

He tried yanking the handle with his free hand then stopped when he realized it might ignite the weapon and if that happened he'll be in a big heap of shit.

Din gritted his teeth in concentration and tried to push back but Ahsoka is surprisingly strong and he could already feel some heat coming from the Togruta's saber on his arm. If he doesn't break this impasse he's also going to get burned.

Dank Farrik! Three complications in one scenario! What to do? Think quick!

Through the glow of the saber he realized the Jedi was smirking at him as she ignited her other saber….

-o-o-

Amused, Ahsoka looked down at the Mandalorian after giving him some breathing space.

Din Djarin prided himself in being fit and he kept a rigorous exercise regimen suitable for his profession but after a mere thirty minutes of the most exacting sword fight he had ever had he found that he needed to revamp everything including his lungs.

While he waits for his breath to return to normal he started the analysis of the sword fight. While his opponent, barely winded and sweating, leapt up and sat on an 'L' in the tree. There's no light training because she kept launching attack after attack. She was never where he expected her to be and most of all she was fast.

Even though he was proficient in the use of any bladed weaponry Ahsoka was another matter; she was swinging that laser sword like mad…

"Lightsaber!" Yelled the voice from the tree above him.

"Okay!" Din nodded at the correction. He stopped getting surprised at the sudden words she would blurt out of the blue. Then he realized she was reading his mind. "Lightsaber..." Dank Ferrik! This just barely the first hour of the first day of lightsaber academy! He smirked when he heard the Togruta chuckling up the tree. "Get out of my head!" he groused.

"Padawan, how will you improve your psychic abilities if you always use words?" Her voice whispered in his head.'Try to speak in your thoughts.' 

"How…?" he said aloud then sighed in annoyance. 'Okay I will.' He looked up. "Did you hear me?"

"Did you say something?" she frowned.

Din sighed, he just shook his head. I give up.

"I heard that."

"What did I say?"

"Here." Ahsoka leapt down and offered him some kind of nuts that is as big as half his pinkie. "You were hungry. It's going to give you some energy."

"Thank you." He turned away to lift the helmet enough to slip the food in his mouth. The nuts were not bad. He saved the rest after having about three… He froze. Eyes moved around the glade.

There's complete stillness…. a feeling of waiting… Ahsoka?

He scanned around him. Not the eyes…his senses. Against all his instincts as a warrior he trained his aura around him.

He felt the attack before he saw the flash which swept at him from the right.

-o-o-

"You must relax when you use the force to sense your surroundings. If you don't you will get tired easily." Ahsoka said behind her back to Din so he could remove his helmet and drink some water.

"Yeah, I'll try to remember that." His head was just soaking from sweat. Good thing his cloak doubles as his towel if there is a need for it. As he was toweling his hair he caught the lingering smell of blue cookies and Grogu's barf on the fabric. He closed his eyes and sighed. I miss that stubborn little green bean.

Ahsoka was curious, "Do you remember other things that happened when you touched the barrier on Tython?"

"Pain." Din stretched his neck and winced. "I tried to enter it three times to get the kid and I was thrown out."

"Could that encounter have triggered the force in you?"

"Why do you say that?" Din was shocked.

"All creatures have midi-chlorian; you, me, Grogu, the trees, the plants…all living things. It makes it possible for everything to exist."

"And it depends on how high or low they have that midi-chlorian for the force to appear or manifest." After a good long drink of water, a refreshing wipe of his face and neck Din returned the cleaned helmet on his head.

Ahsoka stared at Din when the man sat opposite her. "That is right." She smirked. "You're a good padawan."

"If I improve my force skills," Din still feels strange using that word, "then after Grogu is finished I can also protect him as well."

Ahsoka smiled. "We call them abilities Din. Right now we don't know how strong your abilities are. Not all force wielders are the same." Ahsoka felt Din's determination slide down a little. "My words were not meant to discourage you. Being a warrior you very well know that not every fighter has the same skills. The same is true with force wielders."

"Have you ever met a very powerful Jedi?" Ahsoka went still at his question and he was jolted when he felt a strong emotion from the Jedi. "You have. I didn't mean…"

Ahsoka slowly released the breath she was holding. "No." The woman took another deep breath and her voice lost the huskiness. "Remember I said that I couldn't train Grogu?"

"Was he close to you?"

Ahsoka had to smile. "I think we discovered another force ability of yours; mind-reading."

Din was glad he got her to smile again. He leaned forward, elbows on his knees as he clasped his hands. "Ahsoka, I want to know what you found out during our mind meld."

"Din, I want to explain something." The Jedi looked him but she was not really looking at him; she is reading him again. "The Force has two embodiment; the dark side and the light side."

"The dark means it is bad, it is evil." Din nodded. "And the light side is all that is good."

"Yes." The Togruta looked up at the sky with a smile. The Mandalorian never cease to catch her off guard on some odd thing. "If a force sensitive person allows themselves to be lost in their emotion then the dark side would overcome that person. They would become full of hate and anger. All they would want is to destroy."

"Did you lose someone from the dark side?"

For the first time Ahsoka chuckled, "If you were another person I would be alarmed at how fast you are advancing academically. In the temple they would move you up very quickly in the ranks."

"Did you?" he pressed on. The Togruta looked towards the black mountains to avoid his gaze. In the moment that she stayed quiet Din became fascinated at the subtle emotions that flitted on her face. He envied her and her courage to show the depth of her emotion openly.

"Yes." Ahsoka turned pained eyes at him.

"You wanted to know if at a small push I would succumb to the dark side, is that it?" The look on her face and the anguish she tries to hide answered for him. He nodded toward the general area of the DX-9, "That was the very same area where I parked Razor Crest, my ship…."

-o-o-

Din Djarin vividly remembers that day because it was a day of victory and of mixed emotions.

Yes, he found the Jedi and his covert would be proud that he helped the Jedi free an oppressed people from the cruelty of Morgan Elsbeth.

Imagine that, a Jedi and a Mandalorian working in tandem! That would fuel a non-stop retelling of the story from the foundlings in his covert as the clan elders gather the little ones around them just like when he was a young boy. The elders would chuckle as young voices beg for 'that story' again.

Din stopped at the edge of the clearing where he parked the Razor Crest. The kid was sleeping in his hammock, spent from his late night conversation with Ahsoka and from demonstrating his power the next day.

As he was standing there a few meters away from the ship the man felt scared all of a sudden and the feeling was unsettling for him. The bounty hunter almost raised a hand to his suddenly heavy chest but he caught it and instead closed it into a fist. Even his helmet suddenly felt so confining and he couldn't help but lift it up his chin to let fresh air in. But no, that was a mistake. The helmet went back down and the purifiers went to work to purge the tainted air.

Surprisingly the act of lifting the helmet even for a moment in the open air felt kind of good. He shook his head to clear it from these thoughts. What am I thinking?

We could stay here since no one in the galaxy would try to look for us in this nondescript planet. But then that was what he also thought on Sorgan until their two weeks of peace and quiet was disturbed and they had to reluctantly move. Sooner or later someone will get lucky and find them here as well.

He wanted to postpone the trip. He had been having second thoughts while he was getting Grogu ready. He had a strong feeling that the trip to Tython would mean his days with Grogu were numbered.

And he hated himself for being right.

-o-o-

"I am sorry, Din." The Togruta whispered after hearing the story. It had changed her impression about this strong and stoic man. People have a saying about still waters run deep.

"Fear is a powerful thing. It can sometimes make us think and do things outside of logic." He shook his head. "I am still coming into terms about losing my ship, my son and becoming the leader of my people."

"You do not want it."

"I know what needs to be done but I will accept the role on my own terms. Not with people demanding what I need to do or not do."

"Your people needs someone who knows his own will and perhaps you are the one who can do that."

"But the problem is I do not have a lot people I trust."

"Not even Bo Katan?"

"I think she is driven by something."

"Yes, I know" Ahsoka nodded with a smirk. "she wants to be the leader of Mandalore again." Ahsoka looks around. "There's still enough light for one more practice before supper."

Din sighed but picked up the darksaber...and raised the weapon just in time to block Ahsoka's attack.

-o-o-0-o-o-

Chapter 9: THE JEDI AND THE FOUNDLING

Summary:

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CHAPTER 9

THE JEDI AND THE FOUNDLING

X-Wing Cockpit-

Now that they were well on their way and everything is being monitored by R2 Luke Skywalker looked behind him with a bitter sweet smile. A baby Yoda! Oh sorry. His name's Grogu. But still… Amazing! He couldn't help get a little emotional as he looked at the sleeping little version of his former master and teacher Master Yoda.

The former padawan of the grandmaster leaned back in his pilot seat, suddenly nostalgic. His master has been dead for five years but he still misses the mysterious and sometimes cantankerous Jedi. I wonder if he's a relative of master Yoda?

Somewhere behind him R2D2 clicked that they're halfway to their destination: Dagobah.

R2D2: Everything is clear. No lurking danger on the way.

"Sounds great, R2. Keep your eyes open." The droid bleeped like it's annoyed.

The original plan wasn't Dagobah. He really wanted to bring his new apprentice back to Tatooine and at the same time visit old friends but when he saw the one who called him through the Force there was no doubt that he needed to bring the child to the swampy regions of his master's former home. The little one would have a blast with the plentiful food around the old hut, Luke sighed in relief. He and R2 were planning to make a quick stop to gather some supplies to one of the safe areas he knows but now it's been solved so he wouldn't have kittens by the number.

Besides, he's a terrible cook and he doesn't like cooking for himself a lot and he might give the little guy food poisoning.

Gods! That would not bode well for him as his teacher and guardian. Luke could just see how angry the Mandalorian would get if he learned his son got sick by his teacher's horrible cuisine. There goes your Jedi school, Luke.

He looked back at the sleeping child one more time. Apart from being exhausted the little one looked well fed (Again, note to himself: well fed, Luke). When they were preparing for hyperspace the boy asked him for some water then fell asleep immediately. He looked healthy attesting to the admirable paternal skills of the Mandalorian. Yes, Grogu would fare well in the abundance of amphibians that master Yoda was fond of hunting and eating for himself in Dagobah.

Luke doesn't like Dagobah in all honesty. He's always being attacked by leeches there and it's too humid!

Ah! The Jedi grimaced, I didn't bring any rubber boots!

-o-0-o-

DAGOBAH:

Maybe 2nd Day (?)

R2D2: (SPEAKING IN DROID) What kind of person misplaces a small child? A careless one, that is! Please find him before it becomes news that a small green child is missing. We wouldn't want the father to come charging here and impale us with that vicious-looking spear of his.

Luke gave the droid an eye roll while removing his boots. "You're just being dramatic." Luke sat on a tree root and began rolling up his pants. "Aren't you going to help me?"

R2D2: Master Yoda said we have to be accountable for our mistakes.

"How is it a mistake to let him play outside?"

R2D2: You failed to comprehend the lesson he taught you. Are you sure you want to establish a Jedi school?

"What?" The Jedi was bewildered. "Of course I do!"

R2D2: And what would be the curriculum in that school? 'How to search for a missing child 101'?

"Fine! I will find him myself." Luke pointed to his walking boots. "Make yourself useful, R2. Keep watch over it. Don't let the animals take it." After two seconds of silence. "Some help you are." Gingerly the Jedi wadded into the greenish murky water stopping now and again to peek into some nook where a small boy that size could fit.

By and by R2 heard soft scuffling sounds behind him.

"Mweh?" a pair of big ears peered up at the droid.

R2D2: Ah, good. Have you finished eating?

"Da-cha! Wa-mumum?" and Grogu pointed at the unsuspecting Jedi.

R2D2: He said he would try to meditate.

"Eh?"

R2D2: I know. I don't understand it either. Come. Let me point out some other areas where you can find fresh oospore for your breakfast tomorrow.

"Da-cha! Ehm dja-dja. Djin oom wah." Came the cooing.

R2D2: Well of course! Your Mandalorian father knows what is good for you. You'll get colic if you eat too much oospore.

"Oos-po!"

R2D2: That is a good word to know. Good job!

About 3rd or 5th Day:

R2D2: What is the problem? Shouldn't you be teaching your padawan right now?

"I don't think Grogu's eating well."

R2D2: I told you to bring C3PO in this mission. He is good with kids and cooking.

"You are saying that I am not?"

R2D2: That is not what I said.

"Grogu and I should begin our meditation."

R2D2: Does the boy know what time you should begin the lesson?

Luke: *Crickets….*

About 6th to 8th day:

Lifting his bare feet Luke grimaced at the slimy greenish water swirling between his toes. At least there are no leeches this time, he thought, as he reached for a branch to steady himself. Luke felt that since they got to Dagobah all he did was to find the child. He's always off on his own. He could sense the boy misses his father but he has no choice but to learn how to harness and improve his force skills if he doesn't want to be a burden to the Mandalorian.

Luke paused when he spied a small imprint up on the soft soil to his right. It's not from a random animal passing by. He had seen that footprint many times now outside the old hut of his former master.

Glad to have the reason to be out of the water he followed the patter of prints and it led him to a shelter of trees with trailing vines and leaves. The Jedi stopped as he felt the force coming from it. Luke's brows met in confusion and he felt a little worried. Is Grogu hurt? Gods! I hope not!

R2D2's doom-filled vision of Grogu's Mandalorian father hunting him filled his head and he paled for a moment. The Jedi beheld the huge twisted network of vines, branches and flora living in symbiotic harmony. With his aura masked, the teacher walked as quietly as he could hoping that his next step wouldn't betray his presence. He tried to look for a break in the vegetation as he walks around the 'tree'.

Peering through the cracks between the vines and branches he could see that someone is in there.

It's Grogu.

Luke moved to a better view where the light doesn't blind him with the glare and now he could better see what the boy is doing.

Grogu has mud up to his wrist. The boy goes to the edge of the water and scoop some of the soil to one side so it would drain the excess water. From the small mounds of soil along the small bank Luke could surmise that he has done this for some days now.

Grogu is now washing his hands off of mud and took a handful of soil from one of the mounds. Next, the boy levitated the soil and it turned and began to form a ball. But it didn't stay a ball because when the boy moved his hand it began to take another shape. Luke could feel the tremendous concentration the boy is using to maintain the shape he wanted to form.

Now the shape is becoming curved…like a bowl? No…it looked like a spoon? No…it's bigger and deeper and somewhat shaped like a curved leaf? Grogu slowly turned the clay this way and that shaping and forming the plug of clay.

Then it stopped moving.

Purring, Grogu took a deep breath then continued his work. He pulled the clay nearer and with his nail he began doing something to the surface of the finished piece.

Whatever Grogu was etching on that clay must have made him sad because Luke heard a sound as if the boy was crying. The waves of sadness coming from him made even the Jedi tear up. The finished piece rose up again and floated to the left to perhaps a deeper part of the enclave. Luke craned his neck hoping to see where it went.

The Jedi by now was so intrigued at what he saw that he needed to find out what his padawan had been keeping himself busy.

Slowly, the teacher inched along the liana covered shelter then stopped when he found another gap that was about as high from his feet up to his belt. He crouched down and peered.

An obviously tired Grogu was sitting on the sparse moss. The boy then began talking like he is having a conversation with someone. Luke jerked in shock. Is someone there with him?

The thought made the Jedi scared. Who was that? The Jedi was sure that apart from him and Grogu they were the only people who have been on the planet and in his region. I hope they didn't find us…!

As Luke moved, another gap in the tree allowed him to see 'who' the boy was talking to. He froze.

The boy had gotten up and shuffled towards a pair of boots made of clay.

Luke's jaw had dropped further as his eyes traveled up from the boots to a pair of legs, a torso with armor, a pair of arms with weaponry and the last piece that Grogu made is now on the right shoulder and a helmet for a head.

Luke realized he is looking at the Mandalorian.

-o-o-0-o-o-

Chapter 10: MASTER MANDALORIAN

Summary:

Note: This event happened after Season 2 Episode 16. The chapters might sometimes be long or short depending on the story plot.

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CHAPTER 10

MASTER MANDALORIAN

With a groan of pleasure, Din lowered his aching body in the stone tub filled with hot water. As the water eddied around him an aromatic scent wafted up from the steam. Fascinated, he swished the leaves floating in the water and smelled the same scent when he picked one. The fragrance was a little strong but the attendant who was adding it in the water said it has healing properties. Right now a good healing soak is what his aching body is demanding.

The boy who was assigned as his attendant explained to him the proper bathing in Calodan. There is an area where he could soap and scrub and after a thorough shower he should immerse himself in the tub to get the benefit of the healing oils from the leaves.

He moved lower into the water and leaned his head back to the rolled towel with a groan. The heat of the herb steeped water started to work on relaxing his abused muscles. This, he thought, is the only thing I'd like to get used to.

With his muscles losing its soreness his thoughts wandered on how Grogu is doing. Is he eating well? Din closed his eyes and took a deep breath of the aromatic steam as he rests his arms on either side of the tub. I hope he does not give his teacher a hard time. The stubbornness of that kid ….the thought made him smile...I hope that Jedi has a lot of patience. He would definitely need it. He chuckled.

He moved a little higher in the tub as he remembered what happened back in Nevarro with some twinge of regret. He felt like a coward for leaving like a bat out of hell but things were running out of control for his own liking and he just couldn't accept it. People had begun to control the situation; leading him, cornering him, thinking for him.

Even his own covert…

So he fled.

-o-o-

Blaster in hand, no one followed him as he run in the near deserted streets of Nevarro; almost everyone in town was at the New Republic precinct to witness Gideon's execution. And, after the last fire fight, his covert would not risk another exposure.

He felt free!

In the DX-9, (he has to rename that ship) a communications button was flashing. That would be Cara. Her message would be full of epithets, cuss words and questions about his whereabouts. He ignored it.

He left quickly and plotted a zigzag course with the intention of heading to one of his hideouts. Then the Mandalorian realized with a pang that he needed to resupply because he's not on the Razor Crest. There's nothing in the hold; no weapons, no extra personal ammunition…and most of all, no food and water. The trip would take him three and a half standard days and after a few hours of flight he got hungry. Dank Farrik!

In the aftermath of Gideon's capture at the imperial cruiser, he and Cara high tailed it out of there as soon as the droids screwed the last bolt on the hyper drive. Boba Fett had already left way ahead of them but not before giving him some words of advice and/or warning about Bo Katan.

Bo Katan. The last time he saw her was on that launching pad before he closed the door. She was standing near the Lambda shuttle with her helmet under her arm. She looked pissed at me, Din snorted as he run his wet hand in his hair; loving the feel of not wearing the helmet for as long as possible. I wonder if she was the one who informed the Mandalorian council about me. I'd bet a full camtono of beskar that it was her who ratted about the dark saber's new owner. Din huffed a few times in amusement and incredulity.

-o-o-

As he was traveling in the security of hyperspace Din was deep in thought of weighing his options when he suddenly had an idea: Ahsoka Tano!

Excitedly, he sat up straight in the pilot seat. Would she still be in Calodan? He remembered she had been tracking an Admiral Thrawn and the Togruta found out that this Thrawn was the former master of Morgan Elsbeth.

Hedging on a slim sliver of hope the message he sent was short and straight to the point then waited on bated breath in the interim. That's what he hates most of all, the waiting.

The coms button started blinking! Din jerked in attention. First he checked to make sure if it wasn't another one of Cara's angry calls before he tapped the message.

Din gave a big sigh of relief when the smiling face of Gov. Wing lit up and he assured Din that Ahsoka is still in Calodan and he can come over and stay for as long as he desired.

Before the message ended he was already tapping the coordinates on the navigation console. When the DX-9 changed course Din Djarin leaned back in his seat and thanked the Mandalorian gods.

-o-o-

Din rolled his head left and right to get the kink off the neck muscles. Yes, it was a good decision to go back to Calodan.

The decision was made by him a long time ago during their united effort to liberate the city. To begin the attack he and the Togruta stopped just beyond the tree line where they could see the guards manning the fort. Everything was quiet and some of the guards were not doing their job of guarding the perimeter.

The only sign she gave him was a curt nod as the two lightsabers flared into life and she was off like a bullet. The moment he saw Ahsoka scale that wall on a run like it was nothing he told himself he would find a chance to spar with her in the future.

So now even with every aching muscle in his body he was very satisfied with the rigorous training Ahsoka put him through. She is an impressive fighter and that's why she had handed his ass to him quite a few times…he leaned back again with a rueful smile.

But, he lifted his troubled eyes toward the skylight, she's being evasive whenever I mention the subject of my mind meld. Was it that bad? Should I be worried? Din swirled and splashed some water over as he took a piece of wood from a pile near the foot of the tub to feed the small fireplace that keeps the water warm in the bathtub.

I need to get more saber practice, Din sighed as he reclined back to the comforting warmth of the bathwater. I still have no idea how to use stealth by masking my aura. I don't know if… I have the…patience to do medita…tion…

Sometime later, Din does not notice for how long, a hesitant voice called from the other side of the door. "Sir?"

In a flash, Din had straightened and grabbed his gun from the small table beside the tub.

"Master?"

"Yes!" He cocked the pistol as quietly as possible and aimed it at the door. What time is it? Din glanced up at the skylight in the bath. Have I been in here that long? "Is it time for supper?"

"Uh, not yet sir." The teen said. The young man, Yuno, cleared his throat. The boy clutched his simple cloak around him as he stood at the door…

-o-o-

At Ahsoka's Cottage:

Yuno could still remember that day so vividly when they were liberated. He was peering from the cracks in the wall to see what was happening. He was stunned at the way the Mandalorian stood on that street, the way he pulled that pistol then twirled it back into the holster…he was so deep in replaying that scene in his head that he almost jumped out of his skin when a droid fell from their roof!

Out of all the young trainees for the security detail of the wall he had been picked as attendant for their guest to the disappointment of other excited volunteers.

So now the nervous Yuno is about to be introduced to their guest. While Yuno and Governor Wing wait for the guest to come out of mistress Ahsoka's cottage the elder had some important things to say to him.

"Yuno, I want you to listen carefully." The elder faces him as they sit on the bench near the path. "He is a very special guest of our city and he will be here for many days to talk to Mistress Ahsoka. You will take care of anything he needs like bringing him food and making sure his clothes are cleaned every day. You also need to make sure the cottage is cleaned and aired regularly. You understand?"

"Yes, Governor. I will." The boy whispered. "But why doesn't he remove his helmet?" Yuno gestured around his head.

"The Mandalorian belongs to a culture where they do not show their faces to other people."

The boy mouthed the word 'Mandalorian.' "Is he…is he dangerous?" Yuno glanced at the cottage.

"I guess he is. Remember the day of our liberation?" The young man nodded. "He and mistress Ahsoka fought Elsbeth's men." The boy's jaw dropped.

"Did you see him fight governor?" Yuno scooted near; perhaps he might get some stories about the warrior!

"Yes, a little." the man nodded seriously. "He was very efficient. I learned that every one of them have been trained to fight from childhood" Then the governor stood and motioned him to follow. "Here they are." They stood as the door of the cottage slid open and the Mandalorian stepped out followed by Mistress Ahsoka.

"Our training will begin after the seventh sound of the gong or at seven standard time, Din." Ahsoka reminded the guest.

"Yes, I will check the DX-9 before that so let's meet there." Mistress Ahsoka and the guest exchanged nods.

"Good. Enjoy your rest. May the force be with you." Mistress Ahsoka went back in her cottage after nodding to Gov. Wing.

"Master Mandalorian, this is Yuno. He will be your attendant. He will take care of anything you need. He is hard working and trustworthy."

Not sure what the proper etiquette is for this kind of situation, Din settled for a simple nod toward the boy. The governor nudged the awestruck and possibly nervous teen with a tap on the shoulder.

"My name is Yuno, sir. I will show you to your cottage." All he got was a quick nod from the man.

"Thank you for the hospitality, governor." The man gave a different nod to the governor that looked very polite.

"Yuno, go ahead." The elder motioned to him.

"This way, sir." He awkwardly gestured to the quiet man to follow him. Yuno had seen the man around but he was far away in any of those times. Now up close he looked so huge and imposing. His eyes went wide when he heard the heavy tread and the sound of something like spurs behind him. When he looked back he swallowed with a little fear at the warrior following him.

Gods! Yuno could easily believe elder Wing when he said the man is dangerous. Look at him! He has a lot weapons! He turned back and tried not to stumble and fall flat on his face and embarrass himself.

-o-o-

Din's Cottage:

"What is it?" asked the Mandalorian in the bath.

Was that a metallic noise…? Yuno heard water sloshing from the tub and he got wide-eyed when he remembered the warrior brought his gun with him in the bath. The boy hastily shuffled away from the door.

The man doesn't seem to be the trusting kind. When he was showing the Mandalorian around the cottage Yuno could feel the man's tension. The Mandalorian only relaxed after the man looked in every nook and cranny of the entire house. Even under the bed!

"Mistress Tano asked me to tell you that she needs to talk to you."

The blaster lowered and Din relaxed a notch. "Where is mistress Tano?" Being called a master by these people is a strange experience for the bounty hunter. But his own adopted culture would be scary and bizarre as well in the eyes of the people of Calodan if their roles were reversed.

"She is at the town hall, sir."

"I will be there."

"Ah..uh.."

"Yes?"

"I…I have cleaned your clothes and …it's on the bed, sir." Yuno leaned on the door and he could slightly hear the man moving around.

"Give it to me," Came from behind the door after almost a minute.

The boy carefully took the freshly washed and folded clothes in his arms. He knocked again.

"It's open." The young teen pushed the portal open and then jerked to a stop.

Din Djarin stands on the mat in the middle of the spacious bath with a towel that looked small around his hips and his beskar helmet covers his head. The warrior pointed, "Put it down over there."

Yuno jolted out of his shock when he realized that he had been staring. The shocked teen hurriedly placed the clothes on a credenza under a mirror.

"Thank you."

"I…also brought you some stew, bread and fruits uh…and…and some wine." Yuno gulped with a wince at himself. Gods! Stop babbling you, idiot!

"Thank you. That is much appreciated."

"You're…you're welcome. Master Mandalorian." He bowed and then he remembered what mistress Tano told him. "I will be going now but I will be nearby to escort you to the town hall."

"It is not necessary. I know where it is."

"Oh." The boy looked a little put out but bowed less awkwardly. "I will be off then." Meanwhile, that beskar helmet followed his movements to the door. The feeling was quite unnerving to say the least. The teen gulped when the door of the bath closed. He was itching to run out of the cottage but first he wanted to make sure everything was spic and span before he rushed back to his friends. The boy tugged at his short cloak and in doing so frowned at his own scrawny arms. Damn! The muscles on that man!

-o-o-

The guards at the town hall gave him a light bow and opened the heavy doors for him. He never saw the inside of this building the last time since he was in a hurry to leave with the kid in case they were being followed.

"Din." Ahsoka called from one of the arched entrances.

"Ahsoka…" he began but Ahsoka walked briskly toward him and waved at Din to follow her. "Where are we going?"

"Governor Wing got a message."

"What is the message about?" Din walk abreast with the Togruta.

"Someone is arriving." They paused long enough until they could slip through the gap of the slowly opening gate.

"Who?"

They both looked up as a starship descended outside the wall.

-o-o-0-o-o-

Chapter 11: JEDI SQUARED

Summary:

Note: This event happened after Season 2 Episode 16. The chapters might sometimes be long or short depending on the story plot. Please don't be shy to review and tell me what you think. Thank you!

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WARNING: FIGHTING SCENES

CHAPTER 11

JEDI SQUARED

"Someone is arriving." They paused long enough until they could slip through the gap of the slowly opening gate.

"Who?"

They both looked up as a starship descended outside the wall. The vessel, twice the size and width of the DX-9 banked and landed quite a distance on the western wall right over the burned forest.

"Dank Farrik…" Din breathed.

"What's wrong?"

"Other than that ship giving me immense nostalgia and envy, that's a bounty hunter ship."

"Ah," Ahsoka nodded, "your old ship?"

"Moff Gideon destroyed it."

"Not to be insensitive about your loss, but I think you got a good upgrade." The Mandalorian just shrugged his shoulders.

Din tapped an instrument on one side of his helmet, "I see many heat signatures on that ship."

"That ship was here when Lang came." They both turned at Gov. Wing's voice. The governor stares at the ship with a pinched face. "Not again." the elder tightly clutch at his robe.

"It would be better if you head back inside, governor. Have your guards prepare for battle. Just in case." Din dispensed with the formal nod and the governor hastily followed the direction of the Mandalorian. "Shut the gate."

"Here we go." Ahsoka muttered as the back of the ship begin to open. She looked up at Din and they walk to meet whoever is in that vessel.

-o-o-

Ahsoka studied the man who walked down the ramp. The guy squinted looking around as if something does not agree with him. "What do you want?"

"Hi there!" The man raised a hand in greeting. "I'm Sumal. Nice to meet you." The slim man smiled and hitched his pants higher. "Long time friend of Lang. Where is he?" the mercenary looked around.

"He's gone." Ahsoka jerked her head towards the sky.

"Gone as in alive?" Sumal sniffed then changed the toothpick in his mouth to the left side. "Or gone as in dead?"

"He is not here." Ahsoka shrugged her shoulder in response.

"Little lady," the mercenary drawled "I love those impressive shoulders of yours there. But your answer's not very specific…"

Din could feel Ahsoka's hackles rise at the insult and the flattery. 'Calm down.' He sent his thought.

"I'd like to know where I can find him." The blaster changed positions as well. "Tell me where he went?"

"I heard he was going to Atanu." Ahsoka almost want to throw up at the way the man was almost salivating at her.

"Hmm. Atanu, eh?" The man nodded. "That bastard." And he starts chuckling. "That bastard." He said again, shaking his head. "Wanna come with us there?" Sumal even winked at Ahsoka.

"No, thanks. I'm fine here."

"That's too bad. You're gonna miss on an adventure."

"Maybe next time." She nodded with a tight smile.

"Oh!" The merc looked at Din Djarin as if seeing him the first time. "I get it." Sumal gave a thumbs up. "Well, call me when you're tired of him."

Din: 'Let me shoot him.'

Ahsoka could hear Din's leather glove flexing. 'Not yet, Din.' She sent though their psychic connection. To Sumal, "You best be on your way to follow him there, right?"

"Yah, I guess so," Sumal spit on the ground. "I better hunt down that rat." He drawled.

"Good voyage." Ahsoka nodded to the man.

Din: 'He's not convinced.'

Ahsoka: 'Now you're getting better at this. Say, do you have mind alter abilities that we don't know yet? That'll be very useful right now.'

Din assumed that it means influencing someone by planting suggestions in their head. 'You don't?'

'I wish.' Ahsoka could almost release the breath she's been holding as the man turned around and began to whistle a tune. He gave them a jaunty wave and a smile. Ahsoka turned to Din and nodded. Slowly they step back towards the gate.

"But…I just remembered," Sumal turned around again. Din and Ahsoka stopped, wary. "…Lang recorded a holo. " he spit again. "Wanna know what's in the holo?" Sumal asked with a crooked smile.

'Why do people keep asking that stupid question? 'Din wanted to sigh then shoot the man.

"Enlighten us." Ahsoka lifted a brow.

"It was very interesting. You see, Lang and I had that agreement. We record all of our fights and then if one of us dies the other one would hunt down our killer."

Ahsoka gave Din a psychic nudge as the man's aura darkened. 'Det baka…'

Din could feel it too. 'Haar'chak!'

"It's supposed to be sent to me when…he…dies." The wind blew at the three people as if nailed to where they stand.

The blaster traced a train of fire but Sumal's quarries were gone. Sumal screamed in frustration. "Get those assholes!" The mercenary yelled as his men came running down from the ramp and both sides of the transport ship.

The Rising Phoenix flew Din and he caught two men coming out of the side of the transport ship. The mercenaries screamed in fear as Din flew high. "Thanks for the blasters." He released the clamp of their weapons around them and the two ended as double puffs of dust on the Calodan soil. Happily weaponized, the Mandalorian went on a shooting spree; taking out the men emerging from the ship. 'Where's Sumal?'

Ahsoka was a blur as she tackled the men trying to get a shot at her, keeping her at bay from Sumal. 'Inside the ship.'

On the wall, Governor Wing's men began shooting as well but they were neither well trained nor equipped for this kind of defense. As he took down some more mercs Din collected the weapons where he flew to the gate. The Mandalorian gave it to the surprised people on the wall. "Just point and pull the trigger." He made a mental note to give some basic training to these people or they'll be subjugated again or worse. As he was flying back Din spotted one bad guy from the other side of Sumal's ship so he went to the opposite side. As he flew through the open door he thought he heard Sumal yell at him, but he couldn't be sure. From behind he grabbed the surprised shooter, took him up in the air and threw him down to his buddies hiding behind the low rocks. But not before confiscating the man's weapons. Of course. Ahsoka was not far behind and the Jedi took down Sumal's men; those deadly sabers crisscrossing and slashing furiously. Din was quickly doing a mental inventory of how many men could that transport carry when he heard something above him.

He felt the heat of that cannon blast as it missed him by inches. Then the ship sped past him and began to shoot at the people inside the wall. Ahsoka ran to the wall, jumped with both sabers held high but the pilot of the small ship saw her and banked sharply away from the Jedi. Din could hear her growl of frustration as she landed back on the wall.

"Ahsoka!" Din held his hand out. Seeing his plan, in one swift move turned off one saber, hooked it and grabbed Din's proffered arm as he flew by. He let her down on top of the ship. "Don't damage it much!" he said in parting as he went back to take care of the other ship he noticed coming down from the clouds. 'But give them hell.' Din chuckled.

Ahsoka had an evil-ish smile on her face as she landed inside the vessel. The smile widened as she beheld the surprised faces of the passengers; the assault team. "This is your last stop, guys." The Togruta did not allow them to gather their senses as in one swift move she slashed her way from the back to front of the ship. The pilot got distracted at the screaming and yelling at the back of his aircraft that the ship went nose down. Lights began flashing red and alarms started shrieking. As the ship tilted Ahsoka leapt and planted both her feet on either side of the open pilot's door.

"Intruder!" The co-pilot pulled out a blaster and began shooting at the Jedi but he must have the skills of a storm trooper.

"Stop firing, you idiot!" The pilot yelled as he struggled to bring his ship in control.

"I'll have that! Thank you!" Ahsoka force pulled the weapon out of the stunned co-pilot's hand. "Oh, yes. I just did that. Cool, right?" Her smile and the glow of both sabers were the last things the men saw as she jumped inside and stabbed them.

The whine of the engines was deafening as the ship began listing left and right now that no one's in control. Ahsoka pushed the pilot out of the door and grabbed the control stick; it is now moving lower towards the east wall. She winced when the left wing scraped the fortification. 'I'm trying not to damage it much, Din.' She gritted as the stick tries to go the other way, fighting her. Ahsoka found herself cursing in Togruti as she wrestles for control. She passed by the DX-9 and for a moment she thought she would crash on it. "Okay, not my best landing…" she sighed even though she heard something tore from the landing gear. Ahsoka had just jumped out of the side door when she heard the crash.

Din picked on mercenaries that the guards on the wall couldn't see. He flew high to avoid blaster shots and swept down fast shooting with the weapon he stole from the mercenaries themselves. He looked up as another small cruiser came shrieking down at him. He flew up and he could hear the cruiser after him. Dank Farrik! He slung the weapon and instead unclipped the dark saber. Din made a curving fly by to meet the cruiser as the dark saber flared at his bidding. If Moff Gideon was able to cut through the wall of his light cruiser with this then this wouldn't be hard. He waited for the ship to charge at him mid-air, the dark saber glowing. He soared up and then down at the back rudder and slashed. The saber cut it like slicing a soft fruit. He looked at the dark saber with satisfaction. "Now we're talking."

But his attention was caught at the out of control cruiser. Din cursed as the ship looked like it's heading for the wall. He has no weapon he could use to blast that thing to smithereens. "Where's my blaster when I needed it?" Din missed his Amban phase-pulse blaster. With it he'd have shot the ship to steer it in another direction. As he was fast thinking of his other options Din suddenly felt as if something is prodding him to reach out at the out of control aircraft. Unbelievably he felt the same feeling when he 'pulled' the spear towards him.

It was the same power, the same Force.

Why the hell not? Din imagined his hand wrapping around the ship as he pulls it away from the wall. But now the Force is stronger and his left arm shake from the effort. Is it working? Da'ha dir! He was relieved that the ship was not hurtling towards the wall anymore. As if he was using his grappling hook, he rose up as he Force pulls the ship away from the east wall dragging it behind him towards the ruined forest. He remembered there was a deep crevasse when he arrived on Corvus. When he arrived at the chosen location he 'opened' his hand and he watched with a smug smile as the ship fell away from him. Din turned and was flying back to the city when he felt an immense weakness took over him.

-o-o-

Ahsoka turned around as she also felt the Force. She honed in on him. 'Din…'The Jedi could only stare as Din's rocket sputtered and the man began to fall. Ahsoka forgot what's happening around her and ran as fast as the Force would let her. No, she's too far! The Togruta slowed and stopped running as she thought she was seeing things. "May the Force help us…"

-o-o-

Still mid-air and weakening by the minute, he became more concerned when he heard the jetpack begin to sputter. The Rising Phoenix or the jetpack fuel had almost been used up from flying for an extended period during the fight. He was way too far up and his strength is getting depleted by the minute. Controlling the jetpack's remaining fuel on his vambrace, he went for a controlled free fall by turning the jets on and off. Things were going well then a hail of blaster fire came at him. Din looked down at the furious Sumal looking up at him full of hate. The mercenary prepared for another salvo at him. Din took a deep breath; he has to avoid being hit by blaster fire and if things go bad he might have to summon the Force again.

When he almost lost his life in Nevarro and they were holed in the cantina with his head bleeding from a concussion, one of Gideon's troopers blasted them with a flamethrower and if Grogu did not deflect the flame they'd have been burned to ashes. Din surmised it must also be the same principle with weapons and ammunitions. He had tried the Force Pull for the aircraft how about Force Push? What the hell. He has no other options at this point: either get blasted out of the air or fall and get his brain splatted on the Calodan soil? He could see the guards from the wall beckoning him over to the safety of the fort but he couldn't leave Ahsoka alone to deal with Sumal's remaining men. He just needs to use the Force enough to at least gain a little bit of control to land on firm ground.

And as if right on cue, the jet pack began its 'death throes'… another blast came at him…Dank Farrik!

-o-o-

"NO!" Ahsoka snarled as she saw who shot a hail of blaster fire. She changed course as she saw Sumal begin shooting at Din.

"Die! You Mandalorian scumbag!" The mercenary took another magazine of blasters from his bandolier and did not see the Togruta as he was so focused on emptying his ammunition to the killer of his friend.

"Hey!" the man turned sharply and gaped at the Jedi rushing at him like a Nexu. "Lang says 'hi'.

Ahsoka took deep breaths as Sumal stared at her in shock. Disbelievingly he looked down at the saber sticking deep in his chest. "Yehsa tohg'ha." She said in Togruti as she pulled the saber out of the man's chest. The mercenary fell at her feet.

-o-o-

Slowly…slowly…Din's brow was knotted in extreme concentration as he manipulated the Force to descend safely. But each minute that pass felt that he was still too high in the air. If he lets go at this height he'd break each and every bone in his body. The unyielding Beskar armor would add to the injury. But even in this dire situation he will never ever remove any of his armor even if it kills him.He's getting dizzy and he could feel cold sweat rolling down from his scalp to his forehead to his neck. I'm near…just a little bit more….

-o-o-

By the time Din Djarin fell to terra firma he was almost unconscious.

"Master!" Yuno rushed to Din upon seeing him land. The boy has been anxiously tracking his descent fearing that he would fall to his death. "Hey! Help me pull him out of here!" the boy called his friends.

Three teens came to help drag the warrior back in safety. "What the…he's so heavy!" the four boys grunted in the effort.

"I don't care! Pull!" Yuno screamed. "We're nearly there! Here! Over here!" They only let go when they were out of direct line of fire behind some rocks.

"Din!" Ahsoka landed almost next to them. She moved the fabric away from his neck and checked for a pulse. "Can you hear me?" The Jedi felt relieved when the helmet nodded weakly. "Take care of him!" Ahsoka told Yuno and she took off to finish the last mercenaries.

-o-o-

Ahsoka could not watch and wait for Din Djarin to come down as there are still a few mercenaries taking potshots at the Mandalorian even after if she had killed their leader. She stormed inside the Mantis where Sumal's men are preparing for lift off. That is, if they could make it fly. It sounds like they were in chaos as the ones left don't seem to know how to fly this piece of machine. One thing is for sure, they still are going to fight to the death.

"So," the mercenaries turned as one at her voice. "leaving without saying goodbye?"

-o-o-0-o-o-

Chapter 12: QUANDARY

Summary:

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CHAPTER 12

QUANDARY

Dagobah Swamps:

Father, look what I can do!

Grogu, what did I tell you about taking things from the ship?

But you gave it to me, right? It's mine now.

It's not a toy.

I like it. It's very shiny and round. Round! Round! Round!

Stop touching things, Grogu. It's dangerous.

What does this do?

Grogu…

Grogu: *chuckling*

Din: *sighing*

What do you have there?

Grogu: *purring* Mine. Mine. Mine.

Okay, you keep it safe for me. *pats Grogu's head*

Grogu: *purring" Father…father…father…

Grogu slightly tensed as he felt another presence but he continues to complete what he is doing. He tries not to let his ears betray him or the presence might go away. Is it an animal? Too big. The boy thought as he tries to round up the other side of the sphere. It's not dangerous. Good. Don't lift your ears! Keep it down! Why didn't I notice 'it' before? I must always know what is happening around me. That is what master…master…what was his name? *sigh* I don't remember which one told me to…

A sudden rustling sound startled the boy.

*Splat!*

The ball of clay flew with such force that it threw Luke quite a distance; he landed with a big splash in the mucky water. The Jedi could only groan before he passed out.

-o-0-o-

R2D2 found the the little padawan when Grogu did not come back for his usual oospore meal. The little boy would often forget about the time when he's doing his projects. R2D2 has to fetch the boy before his Jedi teacher finds out where the boy has been going.

When the droid rolled into the swamp he found a curious thing: a sleeping Jedi in the water. He instantly recognized master Luke.

R2D2: (speaking in Droid) Why is he sleeping here? What happened to him? Did he fall and break his neck?

Grogu: *whimpering* Is he dead?

R2D2: What happened?

Grogu: I got startled.

R2D2: You got startled and this happened to him?

Grogu: I hit him with the clay….

R2D2: Hm..I didn't know clay could be dangerous.

Grogu: I was floating it.

R2D2: Ah...your project. Did he found out your hideaway?

Grogu: Yeah, I think so.

R2D2: That was too soon. You must find and change your hideout.

Grogu: I feel bad. (Grogu leapt and landed on the unconscious Jedi's chest.)

R2D2: It's his fault; he shouldn't have been skulking around like a loth-cat! (*made a disparaging noise*) How improper for a Jedi of his level. Do you feel weak?

Grogu: No, I'm okay. I'm just worried for him. My father would not like it if I had killed my teacher. (The boy sat on his teacher's chest with a dejected flop.)

R2D2: No, he would be proud of you! It means that you are better than your teacher. Mandalorians are different than Jedi. I actually like them better.

Grogu: Really? Artoo, which do you think I should be: Mandalorian or Jedi?

R2D2: There is no rule that says you should be one and another.

Grogu: I miss my father. I miss my Razor Crest. I miss the soup he makes for me.

R2D2: I am glad I am a droid. I only need some sunlight to recharge me.

Grogu: Yeah…I miss my ball. I miss my hammock.

R2D2: Your father sounds like a good parent.

Grogu: I always make a mess around the ship but he never gets angry at me.

R2D2: Is he a good fighter?

Grogu: Oh yeah! He fought that bad Gideon and then he got a very nice sword. It's black and shiny. It makes a 'swoosh!' (*Grogu found a stick and swinging it around like a sword using the force*)

R2D2: Oh dear. The last person who did that hit me with it. Put it down please. Good boy.

Grogu: Sorry. It was a very exciting fight. I wanna be like my father when I grow up. I wanna fight like him!

R2D2: You can use your force skills for fighting.

Grogu: Why is he still out? (*Grogu stood up and toddled to Luke and poked his face*)

R2D2: Goodness. You must have hit him with more force than I have imagined. You are getting better with your skills, little one.

Grogu: (*whimpers*) What do we do?

R2D2: If he doesn't wake up…forever, then I will bring you back to your father.

Grogu: Okay. (*then he blinked*) How?

R2D2: I will fly the ship for us.

Grogu: But the ship is under the water. (*Grogu pointed to where the hut is*)

R2D2: (*bleeped something like a bad droid word*) You have a point. Can you pull it out of the water?

Grogu: I don't know. (Grogu's ears came down to his shoulders.)

R2D2: (*bleeped another bad droid word*) This is terrible. We have a quandary.

Grogu: Qua…quandee?

R2D2: It means a problem. Wake him up.

Grogu: How?

R2D2: Can you slap him?

Grogu: (*tries to slap Luke but it only looked like a tap*) Like that?

R2D2: Much more force, please.

Grogu: (*Grogu repeats the 'slap'*) Eh?

R2D2: No, he's still out. Don't cry. He is not dead. Just out.

Grogu: I want to go home…

R2D2: We can leave him here until he wakes up …but he might get eaten.

Grogu: That's not good, right?

R2D2: No. Not good at all. Your father would have to find another Jedi to teach you.

Grogu: Ahsoka said there are not a lot of Jedi anymore.

R2D2: Ahsoka? Ahsoka Tano? (*the droid made clicking noises*) The Togruta…!

Grogu: She helped me remember my name. Did you know I forgot my name?

R2D2: How did you know her?

Grogu: Father and I went to this planet. I don't like that place. I don't like the air there. (Grogu lets out a huge yawn.)

R2D2: She is still alive…Do you know the name of the planet?

Grogu: Hmm…

R2D2: Grogu…? Grogu? (*R2D2 could only stare at the sleeping boy on the chest of his Jedi teacher*)

-o-o-0-o-o-

Chapter 13: FORCE GHOST

Summary:

Din Djarin: bounty hunter, father, Mand'alor and...Force wielder? He needs help and who better to help him but Ahsoka Tano.

A/N: I love the story of Din Djarin and Grogu. I don't need anything else. Also I am writing this because of the force/my inspiration Pedro Pascal and not for monetary gain. I have spoken.

Note: The chapters might sometimes be long or short depending on the story plot.

Please don't be shy to review and tell me what you think. Thank you!

CHAPTER 13

FORCE GHOST

By the time Din Djarin fell to terra firma he was almost unconscious. The Mandalorian floated down a little unsteadily. Then at about barely three meters high the man fell with a crash like a puppet cut off of its strings.

"Master!" Yuno and three other teens rushed to Din upon seeing him fall. They dragged the heavy man until they were out of direct line of fire behind the shelter of some rocks.

"Din!" Ahsoka landed next to them. She moved the fabric away from his neck and checked for a pulse. "Can you hear me?" The Jedi felt relieved when the helmet nodded weakly. "Take care of him!" Ahsoka told Yuno and she took off to finish the last mercenaries.

"Master! Master!"

Ahsoka had barely ripped the saber out of the last mercenary's chest when Yuno screamed again. Ahsoka feared the worst as she rushed out of the Mantis. "Mistress! He stopped moving!"

With her own heart beating fast she checked for that pulse again. She looked up at the worried eyes of Yuno. The Jedi grabbed Yuno's shoulder to boost the teen's courage. "Get a carrier! Quickly!"

"Let's go!" Yuno called his team mates and the boys ran back in the fort like the hounds of hell were at their heels.

Ahsoka checked Din's vambrace; the jetpack had used up every drop of its fuel! Did Din come down on sheer use of the Force Push alone? Ahsoka looked up and estimated the height. How did he learn to do that?  Her adrenaline was still quite high after the fight that her nerves were stretched taut. She thought the hurried heavy steps were Sumal's men…she flared the sabers…

"Mistress Ahsoka! We're here to protect you!"

With a gasp of relief the Jedi was glad that the armed town guards came out although many of them were just regular townspeople but they all came out carrying anything that they could find for a weapon. Ahsoka thanked the few who stayed with her while she kept her fingers pressed on Din's jugular pulse. Din's aura was low like the fire of a sputtering candle but it is fighting to stay lit. Ahsoka could only look at the Mandalorian in worry. No force wielder nor Jedi has ever pushed their aura to this extent and not die. No one has done it before! It's simply not done!

"Mistress!" After it felt like forever Yuno and the teens came back, breathless, pushing an old but serviceable pallet. "We have the carrier! You," Yuno pointed to two boys, "Grab his legs! Help me with his arms!" He nodded to another teen. Then they proceeded to struggle with Din to place him in it. The Mandalorian is a big man and his armor added to his weight. "One…two…three! Lift!" They grunted with effort of raising Din's dead weight and almost dropped him.

"Guys, stop! You might hurt him more! Step back." With her Force ability she lifted Din safely on the pallet to the shocked gasps of the teens and the Calodan guards. "Yes, people like me have these kinds of powers. Him, too." Ahsoka quickly explained to remove their fear. "Now, let's take him to his cottage."

"Mistress Ahsoka!" A harried Gov. Wing met them at the main gate. "Is he hurt from the fall?" the elder looked at the unconscious warrior with worry.

"Not exactly. I hope not. He used up his energy." Ahsoka checked Din's pulse again. "Do you have a medical droid?" Ahsoka motioned for Yuno to go ahead.

"We have a human doctor…" the governor's aide nodded in confirmation.

"No." Ahsoka sent a little bit of her aura to the Mandalorian to help sustain his energy. "We cannot have a human doctor."

They all finally arrived at the cottage which was bursting with activity; kids were running here and there. Leading it like a seasoned captain in battle is Yuno; the teen commands the other boys to light the lamps, fetch a bowl of hot water, get a med kit, extra pillows…and quickly!

"Why?" asked the confused aide.

"His creed does not allow people to see his face." Governor Wing explained to the others.

Ahsoka waited until the bed covers have been turned over before gently lifting Din with her ability, once more, to the gasps of shock behind her.

As Din floats, Yuno took that chance to carefully grab the jetpack from under the Mandalorian. He efficiently unclipped the device and set it down on a table. Ahsoka approved at what the boy had done and let Din float a little longer so the boy could unstrap the jetpack clamp as well. That done, when Din had been lowered in the bed Yuno got busy by meticulously removing the Mandalorian's armor and equipment.

As all this is going on Gov. Wing keenly observe Yuno. It was amusing how the territorial young man wouldn't allow anyone to touch his charge. The elder could only feel pride for the previously shy and nervous young man who seemed to have gained so much confidence in such a short time. The elder would make sure there is a bright future for this young man.  Gov. Wing summoned the three idle boys to him. "You three, go to the infirmary and find if Elsbeth had a droid doctor there. Bring it back here! Go!" The governor then turned to the Jedi and the boy, "What else do you want me to do?"

"For now we just need that droid doctor or nurse, the rest I leave everything to you, governor."

The governor nodded and grabbed Ahsoka's hands tearfully, "I will make sure to find one and if we don't have our own I will borrow one from another city, Mistress Ahsoka!"

-o-o-

It has been thirty or so minutes had passed since the search for the medical droid or meddroid. Yuno had finished tidying up and cleaning the cottage and after fifteen minutes of nervous pacing and peering out in the dark of the night, Yuno rushed out saying he will find out what the holdup has been.

Ahsoka did not want to leave Din's side not even for a minute; she has to constantly check the pulse on the neck or wrist. The burst of aural energy she gave him a while ago seemed to have kept his condition stable if not better.

But it's not enough.

The problem is the basic law of supply and demand; once his system had used up the 'infusion' the body would require more until it had replaced what was lost.

Ahsoka bit her lip hoping the…no! Not now!

Din's pulse began to slow down more and his skin became cold to the touch. Risking being censured by the man Ahsoka dared to open the Mandalorian's tunic. She found that under it he wears a padded vest, under it is another layer of shirt-like tunic and an undershirt as well. When she got through under all that clothing she spread her hand to encompass Din's chest right over where his heart is…

Ahsoka whirled around at the metallic crash by the door. Yuno and the boys were trying to stand an obviously damaged medical droid. "We have a problem, mistress…"

"Stay there!" She motioned to the teens.  "Close the door. Quickly!" The boys looked stunned at the way she talked to them. They were even more stunned when Ahsoka used the Force to slam the door at their faces. She faced her patient, "Hang in there, Din." Ahsoka went back to what she was about to do. She went to Din's side of the bed and took a few deep breaths; it would help to center herself and focus on both their aura.

She placed her hand on his chest again. It feels much colder now. I must hurry!

She closed her eyes and entered that psychic tunnel…In her mind she could see a pale cloud-like form with a blue center…that is Din's aura. She needs to reach out to that small center. The Jedi frowned because the blue should fill that 'cloud.' If it gets smaller…Ahsoka willed her psyche to go flow faster.

What is this? Against her will her progress slowed down. She felt as if she had reached a barrier and she couldn't proceed no more. No! Controlling her panic she tried to push against it but nothing happened.

What is going on?! Din!

Something is happening to Din's energy! The blue center that was slowly and dangerously shrinking and fading is starting to glow stronger…

Ahsoka gasped as she felt another aura joined hers and Din's; it floated over the Mandalorian's! It hovered and slowly floated down. As soon as Din's life aura absorbed it the blue spot began to darken. She could really feel it becoming stronger. It began to fill the whole aural cloud!

'Din Djarin, I chose you. Don't let me down.' The voice repeated in the echo. Ahsoka looked around but she couldn't see….

Ahsoka's 'eyes' widened as a pair of 'ghostly' eyes materialized and looked straight at her, 'He would need you...you would need him…'

-o-o-0-o-o-

Chapter 14: HELP

Summary:

Din Djarin: bounty hunter, father, Mand'alor and...Force wielder? He needs help and who better to help him but Ahsoka Tano.

A/N: I love the story of Din Djarin and Grogu. I don't need anything else. Also I am writing this because of the force/my inspiration Pedro Pascal and not for monetary gain. I have spoken.

Note: The chapters might sometimes be long or short depending on the story plot.

Please don't be shy to review and tell me what you think. Thank you!

CHAPTER 14

HELP

Ahsoka closed her eyes and entered that psychic tunnel… when she reached the end of it there's a pale cloud-like form with a blue center…that is Din's aura! She needs to reach him… she willed her psyche to go flow faster but she slowed down… as if she had reached a barrier… she tried to push against it but nothing happened…Din's energy was slowly and dangerously shrinking and fading…

'What is going on?! Din!'

Ahsoka gasped as she felt another aura enter the mind meld and joined hers and Din's; it floated over the Mandalorian! Din's life aura absorbed it and his energy became stronger….

'Din Djarin, I chose you… Don't let me down!' The voice repeated in the echo. Then the voice spoke in her mind….'He would need you...you would need him…'

Wide-eyed with shock and surprise, Ahsoka finally found her voice, 'Who are you? What are you doing here?'

Teach him….train him…better than you…better than me…

(o-o)

"Mistress? Mis-tress!" Yuno shouted from the window. The boy jumps up and down trying to see what's happening inside. Yuno had wondered why the Jedi sounded that way. She had never talked to them like that before and she seemed worried. The master! Is he worse? Now he's worried too! Yuno cupped his hands over his mouth. "Mistress Ahsoooo-kaaaa!"

"What happened?" One of the boys asked when Yuno unhappily shambled back from the side of the cottage.

"Is she angry at us?" the smallest and youngest of them asked.

"No, she's not." Yuno gave the boy's bald pate an affectionate rub then scratched his own head in confusion. "Something is happening…I think the master is in trouble." Yuno frowned, teeth worrying his lower lip. "Stay here and try to fix that thing!" Yuno pointed to the two other boys and at the meddroid while picking up a heavy stone from the garden.

"What are you gonna do with that?" queried the youngest as he follows the teen.

"I need a boost…' Yuno grunted, almost bent over at the weight, "to climb the window. Oh, thanks, Jem!" Yuno gave the boy a smile as the young boy helped him carry the rock. It didn't lessen the weight by much but it's the thought that counts.

The boys got startled when they heard a commotion from inside.

-o-0-o-

'Wait! What do you mean? Who are you?' Inside Din's psyche Ahsoka is trying to keep calm although it feels like her aura is being wrapped tighter and tighter until she couldn't struggle. Ahsoka fought and struggled to get herself free. Slowly, but with increasing speed it drags her out from the mind meld. 'No! Don't do this! I need answers!'

Before she could properly sever the mind meld, she was ripped out.

"Wait!"

It felt like she was loaded on a slingshot and fired indiscriminately.

-o-0-o-

Whatever it is that was in Din's psyche, it even pushed Ahsoka's hand off of Din's chest forcefully. With a shout of surprise the Togruta slammed her back hard on the floor. The pain left her feeling disoriented and shaken.

Yuno and the boy Jem were able to get inside by helping each other scramble up and over the window. The found the Jedi moving on the floor, trying to get up.

"Mistress!" Yuno held out a hand and helped her up. "Are you hurt?"

"I'm…I'm fine." Ahsoka shook her head as she painfully rose from the floor. Instead of lingering on her pain she immediately checked on her friend. With a big relief she found Din's pulse on the neck. Thank the Force! His heartbeat is strong and steady!

"Is the master safe now?"

The Jedi sighed, "Yes, he is better now." Tiredly, she sat by Din's feet at the end of the bed. "But I am not yet finished. While I do what I need to do, I need you and your friend to stay back. What I'm going to do is dangerous. I will enter his mind. If you stay near us…you might be harmed, okay?"

Yuno gulped, he does not understand anything except the word 'dangerous.' The boy nodded. "Yes, mistress," He steered Jem back near the window and quickly whispered why they should stay back. The boy grabbed Yuno's hand in fear.

Ahsoka nodded in approval. When doing these mind melds there must only be two participants to avoid any confusion. If a third person or an unsuspecting bystander is within the scope of the psychic field they could be pulled within that connection. If the unfortunate bystander is untutored in the art of psychic connection the person might experience confusion, or worse, psychosis.

Grimacing at the after effects of being unceremoniously torn from Din's psyche, she stood up and did some stretching. Togruta were known for their stamina but delving into someone's psyche is draining for anyone.

"Mistress…" the young boy tugged at her tunic. "Have some water…"

Smiling, Ahsoka gave the boy a quick hug after she accepted the glass from him. "You're right, I think I'm thirsty. Thank you!" And she realized that she really was thirsty. "What's your name?"

"I'm Jem." He pointed behind him, "Yuno is my leader in the team."

"Is that so? You're lucky." She smiled at Jem again and gave him back the glass. "Why don't you and Yuno get some supper? I'm sure you're both hungry already."

"We will stay until you are finished then we will get supper, mistress." Said Yuno.

Ahsoka nodded her thanks as Jem returned to Yuno's side.

Before she began the mind meld she took Din's pulse immensely relieved that the beat continues to be strong and steady. She went back and sat beside Din. She nodded to the boys that she's going to begin. Ahsoka placed her hand once more on the Mandalorian's chest, noting absentmindedly with a small smile that Din's fuzzy chest hair is light brown on a light tan skin.

Composing herself, she went through the steps of connecting with Din's psyche. The procedure that took some Jedi years to perfect the breathing process, tapping into their aura and then connecting with the subject's mind is not the same for everyone.

-o-0-o-

At their spot near the window Yuno nodded to Jem to sit down and both kids sighed in quiet relief as they rested their backs on the cool concrete wall. By and by the boy Jem leaned against Yuno and fell asleep quickly. Yuno smirked as he slid a glance at the snoring boy; Jem likes sleeping and napping a lot so he gets teased about that in the barracks.

With a yawn, the teen realized he was also a little tired himself. He was busy today with his main task for the Mandalorian but it wasn't something new for him because these were mundane chores. The warrior is usually not at home because he trains everyday with mistress Ahsoka; so after Yuno is finished with his chores he still had a lot of time for his friends and to get some rest. Before sundown, he goes back to the cottage with the warrior's clean clothes and to stoke the fireplace in the main room so the man wouldn't come back to a cold house. He also does not forget to heat the water in the bath so that the warrior could soak in the healing herbs. After that, Yuno would run out again to bring the warrior's supper from the governor's kitchens.

Lately, he had been doing extra things to serve the man better by taking notes on what the man prefers to eat or drink or how he likes his armor cleaned. Yuno sometimes wonders why the man never demands things to be done this way and that. He certainly could since Yuno is his attendant. The boy had a strong feeling that this is not in the man's character.

Are all Mandalorians quite stoic and uncomplaining? From what Gov. Wing said the Mandalorians were a creed of warriors. Yuno could not imagine an entire planet full of warriors! Was that the reason why this Mandalorian is easy to get along with because he was a warrior? This certainly was not what Yuno had been expecting when he took on this role!

When Yuno thinks of warriors he thought of someone who would like to, maybe, shout a lot? Or get into fights? Or breaks things when they don't like how  things are done? Well, the Mandalorian was NOT like that at all!

But the warrior has one item that he never lets Yuno touch; it was the black thing the Mandalorian always carries with him. Yuno and his team wondered what it could be. Could it be a gun? Maybe it's a tool? What about a container?

Yuno looked at the object he was thinking about. It's at the table near the Mandalorian's bed.

That thing was a fragging sword! It was like the sword of mistress Ahsoka but its black! It looks freaking scary!

During the battle tonight he understood why the Mandalorian wasn't demanding about anything except when it comes to the careful upkeep of his armor and equipment.

All that he and the boys could do was drop their jaws on the ground as they watch the Jedi and the Mandalorian fight the mercenaries.

Mistress Ahsoka was so fast and she uses her swords so effortlessly and the Mandalorian could fly! His sword cut that ship and used….what did he use to drag that ship away? That was fragging amazing!

Yuno and Jem and the other teens in the barracks aspire to become members of the security force of their home city. If they must be effective in defending and protecting their home from people like Elsbeth and Lang they need to learn from the best.

-o-0-o-

Yuno and the other boy was as fast asleep when Ahsoka got up from Din's side and stood there for some time. Her chest heaving, her mind in turmoil. The two children were not aware of the panic in the Togruta's striking blue eyes as she stares at the warrior lying in the bed.

Ahsoka took some steps backwards…she closed her eyes as goosebumps swelled from her arms and at the back of her head. She had never encountered that kind of fear before. Never.

Tentatively, she took Din's pulse the last time and was assured that he is out of danger. Is he really?

The woman gazes at the wall opposite the room without really seeing it. What does she do now? She expelled a heavy breath at being helpless, of not having anyone to talk to…of another Jedi to talk to…

Another Jedi….?

Another Jedi!

The Togruta opened the door of the cottage and ran into the night.

-o-o-0-o-o-

Notes: (I just made this word up. This is now a Calodan word)

*Fragging /adj./- same as the word 'freaking,' not a gaming word that means a successful kill nor was it about a weapon.

Chapter 15: THE CONVERSATION

Summary:

~(o.o)~

A/N: I love the story of Din Djarin and Grogu. I don't need anything else. Also I am writing this because of the force/my inspiration Pedro Pascal and not for monetary gain. I have spoken.

Note : If you want to imagine what Yuno, Din's attendant would look like I might have gotten the idea from Season 2 Episode 15-The Believer. There was a kid on the side of the road.

Please leave a review and tell me what you think. Thank you!

CHAPTER 15

THE  CONVERSATION

 

Ahsoka placed her palm once more on the Mandalorian's chest, noting absentmindedly with a small smile that Din's fuzzy chest hair is light brown on a light tan skin. Composing herself, she went through the steps of connecting with Din's psyche….

Ahsoka got up from Din's side and stood there for some time. Her chest heaving, her mind in turmoil…. she closed her eyes as goosebumps swelled from her arms and at the back of her head.

She had never encountered that kind of fear before. Never.

What does she do now? Being helpless, of not having anyone to talk to…of another Jedi to talk to…

Another Jedi….?

-o-0-o-

Each of Din's senses woke sluggishly and he took a nice deep breath while he enjoyed a little stretch in the bed. Eyes closed and still heavy with sleep, he turned to his side hand sliding on the clean bedspread. It felt good to savor the wonderful feel of smooth cotton sheets on his body and on his face….

But it was enough to make him snap his eyes open and he bolted upright; breathing fast. Damn it! Not again! He lowered the blaster after he recognized the room. That's right, this is Calodan, he thought, scratching his head with a sigh. Din scooted up and leaned back to the headboard, hands over his head as his eyes wander around the cottage. But he sensed something different about…

The man was stumped as he flipped the bed cover away and looked down at himself. From the waist down he was only wearing a pair of loose white pants! What the…?! Who the hell changed me? The confused Mandalorian scrambled to get out of bed quickly to look for his helmet before anyone knocks on the door. At this time Yuno would be coming over to bring his breakfast.

Turning around the large room, Din's frown became a glower as he couldn't spot his helmet among his weapons and equipment on the narrow table beside the bed. Heart beating like a trip hammer, a quick dash in the bath for the missing head gear proved the same result. It's neither on the credenza nor on the small table beside the bathtub. Yuno knew he should not ever touch his helmet; Din's chest heave with anxiety. Nothing! Haar'chak!

Across the bathroom mirror, it reflected a bare-chested man with bed ruffled hair that looked like he would like to tear the whole place upside down.

"Din Djarin! Come out here!"

His reflection in the mirror swiveled sharply at the voice. Who…? Din grabbed one of his clean tunics from the credenza. The warrior quickly donned the garment leaving the shirt open in his haste.

Since coming to Calodan Din told himself he would take the time to relax and appreciate the simple things such as the novelty of having a roof over his head and not the view of wires, tubes and conduits snaking all over the ceiling, of people stopping him in the streets with a smile to talk to him, and that nothing beats the smell of sun-dried clothes.

Grabbing the blaster from the table, he cautiously poked his head out of the door. Weapon held out, like a cat barely making a sound on the tiled floor, Din went to the weapons table and hurriedly slid on his vambraces. No time to don his complete armor. A flick of a few buttons tightened the vambrace on his arms feeling relief of the familiar weaponry in his hands. He picked up the blaster from the bed again and released the safety.

Flattening himself beside the door, he turned the lock….and yanked the jamb open.

-o-0-o-

Calodan Town Hall:

Ahsoka took a deep breath as she sat on the coms console and typed the call coordinates. The machine showed her the progress of her call with low beeps. After less than one minute the machine flashed the 'call connected' signal and the video opened.

"Ahsoka," the woman from the other side of the screen smiled. "this is a surprise."

"Thank you for taking my call." Ahsoka nodded.

"You wouldn't be calling if this isn't important. I know you." The woman leaned back in the chair. "What is this about?"

Ahsoka had to smile at the typical directness of her friend. She has never changed. "I have some questions. It's about the Mandalorian you sent to me a few months ago."

"Din Djarin?" the woman asked, "What about?"

"Did he find the Jedi?"

"Yes, he did." The woman sat back and crossed her arms.

"That is good news." Ahsoka suddenly had a feeling that she is treading on slightly serious ground. She must be careful. The Togruta trained her face not to betray anything. "I am still trying to find Thrawn and I would be thankful if you could give me the name of the Jedi who took the little boy."

-o-0-o-

Blaster held straight out, Din Djarin charged into the living room. The weapon zeroed in at a man standing by one of the low couches.

"Who are you?" Din frowned. The dark man looked quite calm; not many people could sport a smirk while a blaster pistol is trained in the middle of their face.

"I didn't think you'd already forget the conversation we had before this." Arms akimbo, the dark man stood feet apart looking relaxed.

The familiarity of the voice was enough for the blaster to lower away from the bull's eye of the intruder's face. "Who are you?" Din asked much slower this time.

"Let me see if you remember," the dark man gathered his tan colored robes around him and made himself comfortable in the couch.

Din inclined his head at the flash of image in his head. "But…that was on Tython…"

The man smiled wide, "Yes, good! What else?"

"Wait," Din eased up towards the window and dragged the curtain close, "how are you here?"

"I can be where I want to be." The man politely waved a hand to the couch opposite him. "I need to talk to you."

"About?" Din left the window, keeping the blaster out.

"The boy," this time an index finger ordered Din to sit with no uncertain terms. "Yes, your son."

"What's wrong with him?" The warrior went around the furniture but remained standing. "Is he in danger?"

"No."

Din sighed in relief. "Then what do you need?" he slowly took a seat opposite his guest.

"Don't you remember? I told you I need you to train hard and get to know how to use the force until you surpass me."

The Mandalorian glanced at a familiar metal handle hanging on the man's side. "You were a Jedi." The man nodded at Din. "But…" Din gestured uncertainly at the man.

"Yes, I am dead."

"I do not see how a dead person no matter how powerful could help train me."

The Jedi raised a brow, "How did you think you pulled off that feat with the Force Push?"

"Okay. It did save my life." Din placed the blaster on the couch beside him. He looked at the window estimating the time wondering why Yuno has not come around.

The Jedi smirked, noting the man's glance outside. "Ah…Yuno cannot enter this place."

It got the Mandalorian wide-eyed. "Wait." Din sat tensely at the edge of the couch. "Am I dead?"

The Jedi laughed, "You know, Ahsoka was right about you. You're fast. As fast as someone I used to know." The laughter died in the Jedi's eyes.

"Was that someone connected to both of you?"

The man chuckled. "You say that to Ahsoka and you're going to scare the hell out of her."

"It's not hard to deduce;' Din shrugged, "you're both evasive in your statements."

"Kid, you're mind reading me without knowing it."

"Tell me why you want me to train and surpass you?"

"Because if you want to leave a safe future for your child then you need to make sure you can die without worry."

"What kind of danger are we talking about?" Then Din held out a hand. "One more thing: who the hell are you?"

-o-0-o-

After the call was finished the woman stayed in front of the screen, lost in recalling the conversation she had with Ahsoka Tano. "Hm. That was interesting."

"What was that about?" asked a masculine voice from the door.

The woman grabbed her helmet from the top of the console, "An old friend…" The Mandalorian female raised her green eyes to the other woman sitting at another console to her left. "Find any activity on Corvus in the last week or so." She turned the visor of her blue helmet toward her, running her gloved fingers over its top, following the lines and circles painted on the white and blue headgear. "I have a strong feeling we have found what we've been looking for."

-o-o-0-o-o-

A/N:

Haar'chak - "Damn it!"

Chapter 16: THE FINAL VICTIM

Summary:

A/N: I love the story of Din Djarin and Grogu. Also I am writing this because of the force/my inspiration Pedro Pascal and not for monetary gain. I have spoken.

Note 1 : If you want to imagine what Yuno, Din's attendant would look like I might have gotten the idea from Season 2 Episode 15-The Believer. There was a kid on the side of the road.

Note 2: I created a file on Pinterest about Din Djarin's cute cottage in Calodan under the name Acer Wolfe. Just so if you're curious, look for it at Silver Moon Inuyoukai board.

Please leave a review and tell me what you think. Thank you!

CHAPTER 16

THE FINAL VICTIM

"Tell me why you want me to train and surpass you?"

"Because if you want to leave a safe future for your child then you need to make sure you can die without worry."

"What kind of danger are we talking about?" Then Din held out a hand. "One more thing: who the hell are you?"

The question made the dark man chuckle loud, "I like that, kid. Blunt. Straight to the point." The male Jedi reached over to Din Djarin. "Let's just say I have known your son for a long time."

Din grabbed the hand in return but didn't let go. "I gather that, but I still need your name."

"Mace Windu." The former Jedi master eyed the man who let his hand go. 'By the Force! Netherworld or not,' the Jedi flexed his fingers giving the other man a gruff huff of admiration, 'That grip …The damn kid wasn't even making an effort.'

"Why did you choose me?" Din frowned suspiciously at the sudden appearance of two mugs of steaming drink on the center table.

"I didn't choose you." The Jedi took his, nodding to the younger man to do the same.

"What?" Din hesitated in picking the mug for a moment. His hand even went up to his chin then he remembered his lack of headgear and for some reason he didn't really care about not having it. Besides, he's sure there's no precedence in Mando'a culture about meeting the dead without your buy'ce.

"The Force did." Mace held up a hand at the coming barrage of questions. "The Force senses a disturbance and it 'tells' us, the Jedi."

Din slowly picked the steaming mug, sniffing, there seemed to be some kind of fragrant tea in it. "'Tells you?' You mean it talks to you…in a voice?" He's not much of a tea drinker but it's good.

"You will know when the Force is telling you something." The man shook his head. "You will need to meditate to get more attuned to its 'push,' so to speak." As Din took another sip of tea Mace studied the man before him. "You don't have a lot of time."

"How much time…." Din slurred. The Mandalorian shook his head and looked at his cup in wonderment as it fell to the floor and shattered at his feet. He leans over, hands braced on the low table.

-o-0-o-

'Skywalker…that name! That name again!' the legs of the metal chair screeched loudly against the floor.

"Mistress…?" the officer manning the coms bureau looked up, quickly closing his ledger with a small bang. The man stood up with a smile and tried to make his uniform neat for Ahsoka.

'Skywalker…'

"Uh…uh…hi! Should I turn off the transmitter now?," the officer hesitantly tried to follow the Togruta but his call fell on deaf ears. 'Oh,' face turned down a little at being forgotten. All he could do was follow her retreating back with longing in his eyes. "Uh…mistress?"

'Skywalker!'

"What did she say?" he murmured. Downcast, the officer turned off the communications transmitter and went back to his desk. He flipped open his notebook and sighed in relief. Thank goodness she didn't see what's in it. The officer sat back down at his table, picking up a pencil, he continued to carefully sketch the montrals of the most beautiful creature he had ever seen in his life…

-o-0-o-

"Kid," Mace got up and gently pushed the bleary-eyed warrior to the couch. Din's head lolled back, "we're gonna have to push the boundaries of learning for you and let's hope you don't die on us." The Jedi shook his other hand free of his sleeves, "You ready?" he looked up as another joined him.

"This feels wrong, master Windu." The blond man looked at the glowing hand of the older Jedi with apprehension.

Mace raised a brow that the other man bristled from. "You? Don't feel right about this? Really?" The older man glared at the other force ghost. "Kind of late at this point, isn't it?"

"I've taken so many wrong steps in my life." He turned tortured eyes to the older Jedi. "I don't want this man to be my last victim!" He clenches his fists.

"Look, you are not going to be inside his soul, if that's what you're afraid of. You'll just be sharing your skills just like I would. Nothing else."

"And if he turns to the dark side….?" The younger Force ghost paced in worry.

"I will be honest to you; it's going to be his choice. It would not be your fault. We were there when this man lost everything. After the Force had chosen him but he did not turn. He is strong. You know he is." Mace looked down at the Mandalorian, "the disturbance is about to grow strong. This was the Jedi's error a long time ago; we felt it but we were late in taking action. And this one has no time to master the skills he needed. Commune with the Force, let it guide you."

-o-0-o-

'Skywalker…'

Ahsoka's brisk steps took her back to the guest cottages but halfway there she stopped, gasping in the middle of the path overcome with emotion.

Anakin…she looked up at the partially starlit sky but her eyes seemed to be swimming….

Her fingers came away wet from her face. By the mother…five years ago she heard about his death. She couldn't recall where she was when the news reached her but she vividly remembered the numbness that poured over her.

He's gone. He's dead.

No, they're wrong! He's not dead! Anakin…. my master is dead.

Anakin died a long time ago…Vader died, that's who.

My friend is dead. My brother is dead…

A familiar sound made her look up and Ahsoka raised her arm just in time. "Morai…hi." She smiled at the familiar flapping of wings as the avian settled on her arm. "I didn't know you were around. No…do not worry about me. I…I was just…sad." Ahsoka smiled as the owl let out a muffled 'hoo'. "What did you say?" Ahsoka whispered.

See…. When its voice echoed in her head the Convor compelled Ahsoka to return the owl's intense stare.

Sumal… Lang... Elsbeth….dark man….rows of glass cylinders….dark droids…. blood…. cruisers.… ships…evil…dark side…evil…hunger… dark planet…evil…

The images went on and on. Sometimes it repeats and sometimes it freezes a scenery it wants her to see.

Ahsoka was the one who wrenched herself from the mind meld. The blast of images were too violent, too savage. Mind whirling, the Jedi staggered hard, aghast. The owl let go and hovered as she sat heavily on a nearby bench. The images were so strong and it felt so real. Ahsoka bent over and retched quite a few times at the foul taste of corruption and abomination she smelled and even tasted. The convor perched on the back of the bench, patiently waiting for the Togruta.

See…

Ahsoka whirled towards Din's cottage. The whole house is glowing blue…

Go…. Go…. Go. The avian repeated in Ahsoka's head. It shook its feathers then with a bound took to the air and Ahsoka broke into a run.

-o-0-o-

With a sigh of resignation, the other Force ghost closed his blue eyes, brows lightly furrowed in concentration. When his face relaxed in understanding Master Windu stood back as the younger Force ghost stepped behind the unconscious Din Djarin and placed his glowing palm over the warrior's upturned forehead. "I bless you with my skills, Din Djarin. May the Force be with you."

-o-0-o-

Dagobah:

Dark droids…. blood…. cruisers.… ships…evil…dark side…evil…hunger… dark planet…evil…

Luke jerked awake with a gasp and was so confused at a droid peering down at him. "What are you doing?"

R2D2: Waiting for you to wake up. You fell and hit your head.

Luke had a fleeting moment of bewilderment at something warm and purring in the middle of his chest. The Jedi looked down where his padawan was curled peacefully asleep. The sight brought a small smile on his lips. Careful not to wake up the child he cradled the boy in his left arm and his mechanical right hand gave him the right purchase on a rock to heave himself and his small charge up from the yielding morass of mud. The rock crumbled into flakes and chips when he let go.

R2D2: Master Luke…

Dripping with swamp water the young Jedi gave a sigh of relief as he finally felt his feet standing on semi-stable ground. "Give me a moment, Artoo, okay?" The young man made sure Grogu is secure in the crook of his arm before he took a step towards dry ground.

R2D2: There is an urgent message…

"I know." He said as he used the Force to lift the droid on to a flattish surface. The man strode purposely at and around the swamp.

R2D2: How? The Force?

The droid rolled slowly on the uneven ground. The Jedi looked back with impatience and levitated the helpless robot like a floating balloon. "Quit dawdling, Artoo. We have to fly."

R2D2: Right now? Where?

-o-0-o-

Chapter 17: NEW LEAF

Summary:

A/N: I love the story of Din Djarin and Grogu. Also I am writing this because of the force/my inspiration Pedro Pascal and not for monetary gain. I have spoken. This is the way!

Note 1 : If you want to imagine what Yuno, Din's attendant would look like I might have gotten the idea from Season 2 Episode 15-The Believer. There was a kid on the side of the road.

Note 2: I created a file on Pinterest about Din Djarin's cute cottage in Calodan under the name Acer Wolfe. Just so if you're curious, look for it at Silver Moon Inuyoukai board.

Please leave a review and tell me what you think. Thank you!

CHAPTER 17

NEW LEAF

 

Ahsoka whirled towards Din's cottage. The whole house is glowing blue…

Go…. Go…. Go. The avian repeated the words in Ahsoka's head. It shook its feathers then with a bound took to the air and Ahsoka broke into a run.

-o-0-o-

Blood and bodies…bombs…droids…blood…screams…screams…crash!

"Grogu!" Din gasped from the nightmare; bolting up from the bed.

"S- so-sorry!" the boy, Yuno, stammered; a tray of broken things scattered at his feet.

Din sighed in relief as he safed the blaster, lowering it back on the bed. A brief spell of weakness made him lean back in the pillows. "How long was I out?" he almost groaned.

"Just more than a day," Both boy and man turned towards the door. "Yuno, do not skulk before a Mandalorian. They hate that." Ahsoka smiled at the teen.

"Yes, Mistress Tano." The boy began to clean the mess he made with the refreshments. "I will get you a fresh tray, master." The boy smiled in relief when Din nodded.

Din suddenly noticed the infusion pack on his arm. "What's this?" he fought the panic that wanted to crawl out of his chest. "Who… I hope you…"

"Do not worry. They have a droid doctor who took care of everything." Ahsoka shrugged, "that is, after they repaired the poor thing."

"Ugh! Droid…I hate droids." Din muttered but the reaction was not as fierce, not after IG-11. But still, his trust on those machines depends on each situation. "Don't let that thing near me again." He tossed the infusion pack on the bed.

"Fine." Ahsoka chuckled, "Lucky you they didn't totally destroy the only droid doctor they have. After the Fall of the Bell…"

"The what?"

"That's what they call the day we liberated them." Ahsoka shrugged, 'I sliced that infernal gong in half on top of that gate." " She pointed to the main city gate.

Impressed, Din could only say, "Wow." Taking a deep breath he slowly sat up in bed, "Say, what happened to Sumal and his men?" Why did he suddenly have the impulse to check if he's wearing a tunic or shirt? Of course he is. He had the impression that he must have not…but when?

The Togruta nodded to the direction of the city wall, "The whole town is busy cleaning them up." Ahsoka told Din how many people died and the extent of the damage to property.

"Remind me to give them some training. They shoot as well as storm troopers." Din regarded the Togruta closely. Noting the stance, the eyes, the tension in her jaws. "You are not okay."

"Yes. I'm okay." She assured him with a small smile but the joy didn't light up her eyes. "Thanks to you we got new weapons."

"Ahsoka, what's up?" There was something about Ahsoka's mien. Din slowly got back up.

"I know what you did there." She almost whispered.

"What did I do?" Clenching his fists he found he could feel his energy getting back.

"Din, did you use the Force to gradually lower yourself from that height?"

"Was that wrong?" Din licked his dry lips, desperately wanting to have some of that cold water Yuno left by the bed. "Did I pass, teacher?"

"Yes, and it was impressive that you recovered quickly." Ahsoka continued, standing. She doesn't seem to find the word 'teacher' funny right now. "Most people who used that kind of Force for that length of time would be out for days….or worse!"

"So that's why I feel like you beat me up again." He scooted back to the headboard.

Now the joy is back in her eyes when she laughed. "Here. Look at what they did for you." Ahsoka tugged at something beside the bed and a white curtain came down effectively screening him. "Now you can take off that helmet."

Not needing further prompting Din slipped off his headgear, shaking his hair free. He loved the feel of cool air on his bare face. "Tell them I'm really grateful." He said as he pours a glass of water. Din looked around at the privacy it gave him because he could hazily see people beyond the screen. Grabbing a fruit from the bowl Yuno left for him on the side table, he noted with approval that another smaller and lower table was placed beside the bed for his blaster and vibro knife. That kid will make a good apprentice in the fighting corps.

Ahsoka took a seat at one of the chairs near the door. "It's just one of the ways they want to thank you. This is the second time you saved them."

"Ahsoka, we did it." Din sat straighter when he felt the Togruta's aura changed again. "Hey, anything else I did wrong?" Din got worried when she started pacing.

"Before you woke up you were dreaming. Do you often get nightmares?"

Din chuckled softly; trust Ahsoka to get blunt. "I get a feeling that not a lot of secrets were kept with the Jedi, huh?"

"You're like a youngling who doesn't know how to use 'masking' to keep their thoughts and feelings to themselves."

"Ow! That hurts." They shared a quick chuckle as he busied himself in giving the helmet a good wiping.

"Din, forgive me if I seem to intrude," Ahsoka braced her hands on the back of the chair, becoming serious again. "Do you remember what you dream about?"

"It's usually the same." From behind the screen Din's dark outline seemed to pause. "Death."

"But lately your dreams have changed…"

Din sat up; tense. "Why do you ask this?"

"Someone has been talking to you in your dreams."

"I don't know what you are talking about." His heart started to pound and his hand began to shake for some reason as he quickly put on the helmet. He shoved the curtain aside but Ahsoka was blocking his way. "I don't remember."

"Din…"

"Let me pass." He ground out. Ahsoka stepped back as Din entered the bath and slammed the door.

Ahsoka looks back at the closed door. How much do I tell him? Ahsoka is also worried about Din's new abilities: is it permanent? What other abilities does he have? Who was talking to him? He was murmuring about Jedi and other things.

She slid a glance again at the area of the bath. What had happened to me the other night? Morai let her see those horrendous images that left her feeling sick then this blue glow wrapped around Din's cottage. The memory still lingers. It was hard for her to sleep. She keeps seeing the same images whenever she closes her eyes. Were they connected?

The Jedi walks to the window and looks out. A sigh escaped from her as she braces her hands on the sill. She knows why Din is hesitant to tell her because he thinks she is holding back what she has learned during the mind meld. If she would not open up to him then he wouldn't open up to her. Ahsoka's lekku swung as she shook her head. Din Djarin is right; he is no fool. He is clever and intensely astute. And now that he is developing his telepathic ability with the same frightening speed as his manipulation of the Force push and soon it would be more and more difficult to keep things from him….

-o-0-o-

Leaning on the credenza, Din Djarin looked up and stares at his own eyes in the mirror. What do they say? Do they look anxious? Scared? There were times he couldn't place what his expression wanted to tell him in the small mirror he had on the Razor Crest. Honestly, mirrors were not a big thing for Mandalorians. What's its purpose when you're covered from top to bottom? That's how it goes in his covert anyways. Mirrors were used for utilitarian reasons, not for vanity.

Din looks back at his own reflection at the full-length mirror in front of him. He was stunned at how he looked in his armor the first time he entered this room. He felt foolish that he thought there was another person and he almost blasted the damned thing to pieces.

And when you have a big ass mirror like that what would you do? Of course you strip down and see what you look like for the first time! Yep, he did that on his first day in the cottage.

Then, his elation fell on seeing his naked body. He saw the damage his bounty-hunting occupation had done to him. His lips pursed as he turned to look at a particularly large scar on his shoulder. That was a little near his neck. Din hissed as he gripped the shoulder. Scars are not just scars; they retain memories of how it felt like when the blade plunged into him. The scars he sports were from the unprotected areas of the beskar. He shook his head as he finished counting his scars on his back, arms and legs.

What about the invisible ones? Din stares at his face again. When will it heal? Does it go away and fade in time?

-o-0-o-

Din knew Ahsoka had long left the cottage when he emerged bathed and dressed from his room. After he had his meal he decided to check on the DX-9 if it had been in any way suffered any damage from the fight.

"Master Mandalorian!"

Din was surprised to see Gov. Wing sitting in one of the porch chairs. "Governor, were you waiting for me?"

"Do not worry yourself. I wasn't here long." The gracious man smiled. "I wanted to know how you are doing."

"I have recovered well. Thank you for your concern." Din bowed. "I was just about to check my ship."

"Wonderful! I would like to take a walk with you there." At Din's nod they took a leisurely stroll towards the city gate. "The citizens of Calodan would be relieved to know that one of our champions has recovered. We could never thank you enough for defending and saving us again."

"It is my pleasure to use my skills in defending your city, governor." Din had to stop as some young people of Yuno's age bowed to him and the governor.

The official beamed at Din, "Talking about your skills, Master Mandalorian…" the man stopped Din before they leave the gate of the guest cottages. "The Calodan council and I have been talking about securing your services."

"Secure my services?"

"Yes, for the first time the council has been unanimous with this decision. I was shocked!" The elder chuckled. "Master Mandalorian, we are offering you a permanent employment. You will be in charge of our security not only here but throughout the entire region. You will train our people on the proper way to defend ourselves. You have seen how our people are badly prepared and in need of someone of your impressive skill set to teach us."

"The offer is quite a surprise and very tempting, governor." Din's head is already churning with wonderful possibilities; he could make a life here and when Grogu is done with his Jedi training, this place would be the best place for the boy to grow up into.

"Master Mandalorian, we assure you that you will be well compensated for your services. You will not want for anything. You may even want to settle here..." The governor looked worried at the Mandalorian's silence. He hoped that the offer was not insulting to the warrior.

Corvus is just a small and insignificant backwater sector. Looking at the man's equipment and armor told him that the man is quite successful in his occupation as a bounty-hunter. The official heard that the hunter had received a sizable payment at the capture of Morgan Elsbeth and the death of the mercenary Lang as well as Sumal and his men.

"Governor," he nodded. "You may call me Din Djarin."

The official beamed with pleasure. "Thank you for giving me the honor of knowing your name, Master Djarin."

"You have honored me with your offer and I gladly accept it." The governor almost shouted in happiness and grabbed the Mandalorian's hand in a vigorous handshake.

-o-o-0-o-o-

Chapter 18: THE OFFER

Summary:

A/N: I love the story of Din Djarin and Grogu. Also I am writing this because of the force/my inspiration Pedro Pascal and not for monetary gain. I have spoken. This is the way!

Note 1 : Yuno, Din's attendant would look like kid on the side of the road from Season 2 Episode 15-The Believer.

Note 2: On Pinterest see Din Djarin's cute cottage in Calodan under the name Acer Wolfe at Silver Moon Inuyoukaiboard.

Please leave a review here and tell me what you think. Thank you!

~(o.o)~

CHAPTER 18

THE OFFER

 

"The Calodan council and I have been talking about securing your services."

"You want to secure my services?"

"Master Mandalorian, we assure you that you will be well compensated. You will not want for anything." The governor looks worried at the Mandalorian's silence. He hopes that the offer was not insulting to the warrior.

"You have honored me with your offer and I accept it."

The governor grabs the Mandalorian's hand in a vigorous handshake. "Marvelous!" he almost shouts in elation. "Master Djarin, could the Council of Elders meet you personally?"

"Yes, no pro….'

"Master! Master!" Both men turn as one at the arrival of Din's attendant. Yuno slides to a stop before them looking as if he would pass out. Clutching his chest, the boy staggers on his feet breathing like a rabid dog. "Ahh…!"

"What is it, boy?" Gov. Wing glares at Yuno at being interrupted.

"Hah…good afternoon, governor! Sorry….I am sorry! I have… a message for the master!" At the governor's impatient nod, "Master, there is a holo message for you at the coms bureau!" the boy hacked twice, back almost double.

The governor shook his head at Yuno's immature and careless antics. "Go ahead, master Djarin. It would give me time to rustle up the members. Meet us at the Main Hall, please? Ah, in about an hour, yes?"

"Yes. It sounds good." Din followed Yuno, who seemed to be recovering from his sprint, down the garden path and out of the gate of the guest cottages.

Out on the street, they passed by people who are busy cleaning the debris from the damaged houses after the battle with Sumal. Upon seeing Din they waved and nodded at him. Din returned the greetings with a nod.

Din liked the simple people of Calodan. They are a hospitable, hard-working and resilient society. They are proud of their skills in creating all kinds of medicine from the plants and trees around them. Before Sumal came and did all that ruckus a tree-planting drive was being planned to plant as many seedlings and tree saplings as they could to the surrounding forests. More trees and plants would also help clear up the air after Elsbeth torched down their source of livelihood.

When Morgan Elsbeth came a year before the people were unprepared for Calodan to be subjugated overnight and turn into a semi-industrial processing area soon after. Their inadequate security and lack of armaments made them easy-pickings from the likes of powerful people such as her. Someone really needs to step up and get these people up to par so they could at least have a better chance of defending themselves in the event another would be Elsbeth would come along and have the same idea.

This offer from the council feels good and the decision to stay with a well-compensated employment is sounding more and more appealing for him. Bounty hunting is an exciting but deadly profession. Although he is by no means past his prime the violence and the scars it brings (twenty-three on the last count) take its toll. Maybe once in a while he'd like to go back to hunt but…

"Uh, Master…?"

Din looked down at his attendant. "Yes?"

"Uh…I want to ask you…" the boy slid a couple of glances at him, looking uncertain about something.

"My name?" Din almost smirked when the boy opens and closes his mouth in shock. Hm, this is quite interesting. Some ability. But now that he's focused Yuno's thoughts came to him unbidden. Faces of his friends...the game they played...their coach... Oh boy, now how do I turn it off?

"Uh…yah…ahem…yes." The boy shrugged sheepishly.

Fascinating; I could even feel a little of his….fear? Embarrassment?  "Relax, kid. Call me Din."

Yuno makes a choking sound, "What?! No! I…I can't do that, master! It is…not polite for someone like me to…to…use your first name!" Yuno looks aghast.

"Okay," he smirks as he got an idea, "call me burc'ya."

The boy frowns at the word as he tries to say it. "Is that your language?" Din nods, "what does it mean?"

"It means 'friend' in Mando'a."

Yuno's almond-shape eyes almost popped out of its sockets. "I can't!" he blurted, "It's too…too…uh…" he clicked his tongue when he can't find the right word.

"Familiar?" the boy nods, grimacing. "Hm, 'ori'vod' is older brother…no?" he sighs as the boy shakes his head more strongly. "Dank Fe-…okay, how about 'uncle', would that word get you in trouble?"

The boy's face lit up, "No, that's okay! But…I can call you uncle only when it's just the two of us around." Yuno grins at Din's shrug. "Master, what is 'uncle' in your language?"

"Ba'vodu." Din almost heaved a soft sigh of relief when the thoughts stopped. How did I do that again? Shit, I forgot. Anyway…

"Master….er, ba'vodu Din," Din chuckles at the boy's enthusiasm. "Could you teach me more of your language?"

"Sure.'

"Uh…we're here.' He and the boy stopped at the door of the communications bureau. "Thank you for teaching me Man…do'a….Mando'a, ba'vodu." The Mandalorian smirks when the boy bowed to him Mandalorian style. With a big smile the boy ran off spouting the exciting foreign words he just learned.

-o-0-o-

"I have a message?"

The coms officer looks up…and up and stared. And same as everyone else who had seen him up close also got wide-eyed. This is usually followed by either a gulp, a gasp or awkward silence. Din wonders which he'll get from this one.

'Uh…uh…," the coms officer stammers and begin shuffling the pile of paper on his desk. "Hi! Yes…yes! You're here for the message! The message came in just a few…" The man points at the machine near the window.

Din nods. "I'd like to have some privacy please."

"Priva…oh!" The man smiles awkwardly. "Sure! I will be…be out there. Hehehe…just out there. Okay. I will go. Now." As an afterthought he came back and grabbed some papers from his desk. "Oops! Gotta get the papers…bye!"

Stupefied, Din stares at the closed door, "Dank Farrik! What the…." Shaking his head in bewilderment he sits in the wooden chair at the coms console.

The machine is on and looked like it had been in service for a long time but the Mandalorian was relieved it was not an Imperial model. He found the flagged communications log quickly and he wasn't at all surprised that the holo came from Cara Dune. So far he had ignored all the messages and calls she left at the DX-9 coms since he arrived to Calodan. The next time she sees me she might put me in a chokehold for ignoring her for a long time, he thought with a smirk. He snorted in amusement; of course, she used her security clearance to track him down. That piece of information slipped from his mind.

Dank Farrik! Something must have come up if she put all that effort in tracking him down. The lighthearted thoughts ended and he almost smashed the play button. While the holo powers up the tension got him moving to the edge of his seat.

'Hey Mando, I don't know where you are right now but I hope you're not in trouble, or dead. Things are back to normal here and our quarry had been iced and stored and under tight security. Like me, Greef is a little pissed at you so you need to make it up for him when you get back.

I know things got quite crazy when we returned. I was pissed at you for leaving me there by myself to answer all their questions. You have as much right as I am to be there but you don't like the limelight. I get you.

So, I've got good news and bad news. I'll go with the good news first. I got your bounty and I've sent it 'you know where.' Also, the Republic says it's going to replace your ship or refurbish the DX-9 if you're interested. But…as much as you like your new ride I think you need something less shocking, if you know what I mean.

They also said something about purging your records in return for Gideon's capture. Hey, these are pretty good returns, Mando. I hope this would get you out of hiding in the future.

When the Marshall took a deep breath Din clenched his fist hoping it's not…

'Okay….now for the bad news…you won't like it.

She called me, that mutual acquaintance of ours, the 'high born' who has the hots for you and she told me that someone was asking the whereabouts of the 'powerful one' a few days ago. You know what that means.

If you have the resources, try to find what you can. This doesn't sound good and I don't like it at all. Tell me if you need help.

Hey, i do understand why you left but this is ridiculous. Here's my call code. Get back to me ASAP, you di'kut!

Stay alive, stay safe. Dune out.'

-o-0-o-

It was a good thing that the coms officer did not wander far for Din to find. He thinks the man is strange and a little silly but he's the man he needs right now.

All conversation along the hallway stopped in his passage and before Din reached the coms officer his friend had nodded at the Mandalorian's direction and the officer turned awkwardly towards him.

"I need you to do something for me." Din headed off whatever inane blather the man would spout. "Could you find all transmissions coming from that machine since I came here?" Din told the man the beginning date.

"Uh, of course. That would not be hard." Though still wide-eyed, the man was blessedly rational this time. "Um, when do you need it?"

"As soon as you could find it. I also need the call sign and coordinates of the transmission."

"Sure…sure. That's not going to be hard at all. I'll get to it as soon as possible…" the man's slight jowls jiggle at his nod.

"Great. I will be at the Main Hall with Governor Wing in half an hour if you need me." Din strode off before he gets caught in unnecessary prattle.

The coms officer turned disbelieving eyes to his friend, "I better get to it immediately. You never know, I might bump into mistress Ahsoka up there!"

"Man, you become goofy head every time you hear her name." the officer snorted at him. "Oh no? You were the one who ran outside the wall shouting 'Mistress Ahsoka! We're here to protect you!'" The friend sniggered.

"Oh, shut up!" The flat panel of the coms office door closed with a bang on the laughing friend.

-o-0-o-

His footsteps took him to the former imperial ship while ice-like fingers crawl up his spine spreading down to his arms and head. He walked fast, wanting to get out of the city gate as soon as possible, thankful that the guards at the gate didn't stop him to exchange a few words of pleasantries as they often do. What Din was not aware of was that his tense bearing looked menacing prompting the guards to open the gate quickly. The guards only exchanged wide-eyed looks.

When he reached the DX-9 Din did not bother to check the ship as was his plan. As soon as the ramp closed and locked he removed his headgear revealing a man with wild looking eyes. The headgear plopped onto the seat of the pilot's chair.

If Din was not wearing any gloves he would be white knuckled from gripping the back of the pilot's seat tightly, jaws clenched tight. His buir, the man who adopted him into clan said that he had the temperament of a perfect warrior: stoic, clear headed, focused. What would my buir say right now?

Din clenched his hands closed from the pain of hitting his fist again and again on the pilot seat backrest. 'It never stops. They wouldn't stop until they get every drop of blood from the kid…until they kill him!'

"Yes, they won't."

Din turned his head so fast to a glowing man standing in the middle of the empty hold of the DX-9.

The glowing apparition folded his arms inside his wide sleeves. Another Jedi, Din noted the style of clothing and the single lightsaber handle on the side. And someone who is loath to give out his name as well, he sighed.

"The empire is still out there. Weak. Diminished but not gone. They will do anything even the most barbaric means to get back into power. The Force could feel the evil getting stronger each day. Do you feel it too, Din Djarin?"

Strangely it didn't feel odd to reply to the ghost. "How do I know if it is from the Force?"

"You have already made a decision, am I right?"

Din shook his head, "What decision?" The man, the Force ghost rather, Din corrected himself, looked like he died young. The young Jedi seemed familiar to him but he couldn't place where. The clue seemed to be frustratingly just at the edge of his thoughts. Maybe…

"You are faced with two decisions."

Din sighed with a single nod. "That is right." I just target the…

"The feeling you got when you decided was that feeling when it comes from the Force." The ghost smirked, shaking his head. "Mand'alor, you do not want to see what's behind my sadness. You will regret it if you probe my mind." It was not threatening but enough for the warrior to cease.

"I apologize." Din was a little ashamed of himself.

The apparition smiled knowingly, "Mind reading is a great ability, I know, but use it wisely and carefully like your weapons. Worry not, I am with you and will be there to guide you." The ghost suddenly chuckled as if there's something funny at what he said. It intrigued Din. 'Choose your decision conscientiously; they will control your next steps.'

Din leaned back at the DX-9 pilot's seat. "I do not know how to stop the empire from coming after my son. Will he always be in danger all his life? Is there a way to…"

"There is."

"There is?" In surprise Din pushed away from the back of the pilot's seat, "How?"

"Would you like to learn the name of your 'advisor' first?"

"That would be a good start." Din sighed crossing his arms.

The Force ghost formally bowed, "Al'Ori'Ramikade, I am…."

"Master! Ba'vodu! Are you there?"

-o-o-0-o-o-

A/N:

-Di'kut – idiot

- Al'Ori'Ramikade - translated as the 'Commander of Supercommandos'

Chapter 19: THE ADVISOR

Summary:

A/N: I love the story of Din Djarin and Grogu. Also I am writing this because of the force of my inspiration Pedro Pascal and not for monetary gain. I have spoken. This is the way!

Note 1 : Yuno, Din's attendant would look like kid on the side of the road from Season 2 Episode 15-The Believer.

Note 2: On Pinterest see Din Djarin's cute cottage in Calodan under the name Acer Wolfe at Silver Moon Inuyoukai board.

Kindly leave a review for it bolsters my confidence and muse and tell me what you think. Thank you!

~(o.o)~

CHAPTER 19

THE ADVISOR

"I do not know how to stop the Empire from coming after my son. Will he always be in danger all his life? Is there a way to…"

"There is."

"There is?" In surprise Din pushed away from the back of the pilot's seat, "How?"

"Would you like to learn the name of your 'advisor' first?"

"That would be a good start." Din sighed crossing his arms.

The Force ghost formally bowed, "Al'Ori'Ramikade, I am…."

-o-0-o-

Din jerked with a start in the pilot's seat. Who's that banging on the hull? Shaking his head, he felt a little groggy as he jolted up from the chair. It was a surprise to feel his face and scalp slick from sweat. Since he forgot to turn on the environmentals the mid-afternoon Calodan sun turned the inside the ship like a baker's oven.

"Master! Ba'vodu! Are you there?"

Cara was right, I'm an idiot,' he sighed as he wiped his face and head with his cloak. While at it he turned the wet part of the fabric away from his neck. That feels better. Blinking to clear up his eyes off of sleep he looked around expecting to see someone but there's no glowing apparition of a young Jedi behind him, nor mid-ship or near the ramp. Was that just a dream?

"Master? Masteeer!"

Breathing deep to bolster his energy, Din grabbed his helmet in passing at the navigation console and slowly lowered it. He had to make slight adjustments on placing it so the padded dome would sit level on his head. Sensing the raised ambient temperature, the helmet turned on its fan. Din sighed in blessed relief; what a good thing he changed the settings of his helmet after what happened way back on Gideon's ship.

"Master! Are you in here? The governor is looking for you! Mas…!" Yuno stepped back as the ramp lowered. The boy gave Din a big smile as he walks down. "Hi! Master, the governor is looking for you." Yuno craned his neck to look inside the ship but was disappointed to see there's nothing in it.

"Was I late?" Din clicked the chronometer from the side of his helmet. Shit, I fell asleep for more than thirty minutes?

"Uh, well...they were waiting at the hall but when you didn't show up…"

"Yes, let's go…" Din initiated the commands to close and lock the DX-9.

"He's already here, master." The boy hurried after Din.

"What?" he turned back to the boy.

"They're outside the gate."

"They?"

"Yes, master. All of them."

"All? Who's 'them'?"

-o-0-o-

Ahsoka pushed away her plate of barely eaten lunch. She tried but she stopped after a few bites. It's too bad she does not have much of an appetite even if it was her favorite dish on the menu today. Instead, she took her drink with her to her meditation garden behind the cottage. It was a small area under the eaves but with the addition of some plants, some candles and a cushion or two the nook became perfect for relaxing, reflection and for charging her aura. Although feeling kind of restless Ahsoka settles herself on the cushion. She yawned and she realized she barely got five hours of sleep but when she tried to take a nap after her disastrous talk with Din this morning her eyes just stayed open.

A day ago after Din's condition stabilized and she went back to her cottage all she did was pace the floor. She couldn't get what happened out of her mind. What in the world did I see in the mind meld? Who were those voices? Where did that aura come from? One of them said 'I chose you, don't let me down.' Who was it?

She stood up with a snarl of frustration. The meditation isn't working a damn thing to help her! The vision from Morai had added to her problems. It was frustrating; it might happen in the near future or tomorrow for all she knew.

Morai, where are you? She had been calling the avian through the Force but she couldn't connect to the convor. Ahsoka was hoping the bird would come back so she could give her more insight or a clue. But the avian has a mind of its own and if she doesn't have any business or has nothing to share she doesn't linger around. Ahsoka could sometimes see a glimpse of the Daughter here and there and if she likes it she would make her presence known through the Force. Still, Ahsoka tried one more time but after the Daughter had delivered the message her part is finished.

Ahsoka looked up at the cloudy sky which ironically is an apt mirror of what she feels right at this moment. Her troubled eyes reflect the deeper torment she has been weighing and struggling.

She feels the emptiness.

Each time she meditates she would attempt to reach out in the Force for any trace of her kind but all she finds is the vast wasteland out there. She couldn't help but cry at the void left by her Jedi brothers and sisters. The strongest ones were almost extinct and running for their lives while the weaker ones would no doubt try to hide their abilities and their location to avoid being hunted even after all this time.

The Togruta reaches for her lightsabers. As she closes her eyes the sound of her weapons coming alive in her hands formed a smile on her lips. She would always begin the first movement with slow and deliberate steps taking the time to feel her muscles. The unhurried and precise action flow into a more graceful move until the 'dance' evolved into the 'battle.'

Finally, she lost herself in the familiar flow of the exercise she favors above other fighting styles she has learned and used in combat.

Like Din, she herself was thankful for the succor Calodan had given her. It gave her the time to recuperate and plan carefully on her next steps. There is also a reason why the Force sent Din Djarin to her but the two of them need to establish trust. Right now it is good that they have camaraderie but the man is, as far as his deeper feelings and emotions are concerned, is closed tight.

Ahsoka almost wavered as she continued to practice. She herself, her trust, might also be 'closed off.' If she had been open and ready emotionally she should have accepted Grogu as her own padawan. The boy is in desperate need of help.

No, she told herself when she was observing the interaction of the Mandalorian and the child, they have bonded well and to sever that bond would begin another cycle of heartache and separation anxiety.

'Another cycle?'

Yes, another cycle, she reminded herself. She remembered someone who suffered this way.

'Why don't you say the name of the one who had suffered this way?'

No!

'Say his name.'

Anakin. His name is Anakin. Ahsoka closed her eyes tightly to stop the tears but they escaped. She felt a cold drop of it land on her arm as she swung for the fourth movement of the exercise.

'You are afraid Grogu would turn into another Anakin.'

Yes.

'Where is the child now?'

He's with a Jedi called Skywalker…With a gasp Ahsoka stopped the exercise and opened her eyes to the wide-eyed gaze of the convor perched in a tree in the garden. Breathing deeply Ahsoka turned off her weapons.

'Ahsoka, what do you think would Din Djarin do if he learns Grogu is under the care of the son of the Sith Lord and Supreme Commander of the Imperial Fleet?'

-o-0-o-

"Master Djarin!" From afar, the Elder waved to get his attention from where they stand by the cool shade of the wall. The Mandalorian observed that the official brought quite a large retinue of people with him.

As Din neared the wall he could, perhaps, see two groups of people there. There's Governor Wing's Council of Elders in their dark cloaks and the other, from their simple uniform were the security people he was supposed to train.

All eyes swiveled to his direction at the mention of his name. Din stopped about twenty meters away from the suddenly hushed crowd. They look at him and his armor with unabashed inquisitiveness. The security people were gawking at the Beskar spear on his back; they recognized it when it previously belonged to Morgan Elsbeth.

Governor Wing joined Din in front, "Citizens, this is Master Din Djarin, the Mandalorian. If you have not known who he is, he and mistress Ahsoka were responsible for our liberation."

Din acknowledged the introduction and applause with a simple nod.

"It was a harsh realization for all of us after we have been attacked for the second time a few days ago we cannot deny anymore that we need to improve our security so the events that happened with Morgan Elsbeth and Sumal would not be repeated. I myself have witnessed Master Din Djarin's skills and capability. He would help us learn how to properly defend our regions, cities and towns. I'm happy to tell everyone here that he has agreed to take the position of commander in chief of security." At the second applause the governor nodded to Din with a smile.

Din endured the handshakes exchanged between him and the ten members of the Council. It was a huge relief that all the security personnel needed is a smart salute. It reminded Din of when he was training at the fighting corps.

"Since all of you are here," he looked over at the security detail, "this would be the best time to begin your first day of training. You will begin by properly dividing yourself into squads. Go!"

Nothing happened.

The security personnel stared at each other. Some turned this way and that not knowing where they'd place themselves.

Din looked down. Unbelievable…they don't even know what a squad is! "There are fifty of you here. Divide yourself into groups of ten." There they go, Din shook his head.

Still, Din and the elders waited an embarrassing ten minutes before the personnel had properly assembled themselves into five groups. Governor Wing kept shaking his head in dismay and the elders sport various looks of shock, disbelief and chagrin. One council member tried to help out by coaching the personnel using hand gestures.

"Good." Din nodded in approval when the teams have been formed at last. "This group you are in is now your team. Later, we need to assign an officer who would lead you." And so, for the next thirty minutes Din instructed them on the proper stance in formation and basic commands they must remember during training. "Attention!" Din commanded and they stood with spine straight and hands behind their backs. Okay, that looked better. Din walked towards the Elders. "Governor Wing…Elders, in the next few days we will be doing drills and exercises. During that time we will also select a leader who will lead them."

"Master Djarin, what do they need to make their training successful?"

"First of all, they need weaponry handling. I will give you the specifics of the kind of armament and ammunition they need."

"Hm? What is it, officer?" Gov. Wing turned his attention to the man waiting patiently by the side.

"Sir, this is for Master Mandalorian."

Hand held out, Din quickly strode to the coms officer and turned away as he unrolled the paper. He scanned the names and numbers printed on the report.

"Master Djarin? Is everything alright?" the governor was taken aback when the Mandalorian swore sharply. "Hm? Another message? For whom?" Another man approached holding out another strip of paper to the governor this time.

"What is this?" the Elder gasped and showed the paper to Din. "Master Djarin! There are six starships in orbit?!"

Din turned to the first coms officer, "Classification?" Looking up, he clicked an instrument on his headgear to scan the sky. There's this bad feeling in his chest that tells him he already knows the answer.

The bearded man looked pale, "Two are battle-ship class, uh, one like a Dreadnought class, maybe…Oh! A cruiser! Right!" he excitedly pointed up. "And, and… three battalion transport ships…?" the officer cleared his throat. "They're…they…"

"They're Mandalorians." Din sighed.

"Mandalorians?!" The governor gasped and craned his head up at the sky, squinting at the clouds. "Your people? They are here?"

"Yes." Din groaned in dismay. The coms officer was right; the information was impressively accurate for someone who seemed to have his head in the clouds, rather, in his ledger, drawing Ahsoka.

The three smaller shadowy forms in the upper atmosphere were moving. Shit. I'm not ready. Not today. Fuck.

"Master Djarin, what do they want?" The governor stepped closer. Din heard the worry in the man's voice.

"Me."

-o-o-0-o-o-

Chapter 20: TE AL'ORI'RAMIKADE

Summary:

A/N: I love the story of Din Djarin and Grogu. Also I am writing this because of the force of my inspiration Pedro Pascal and not for monetary gain. I have spoken. This is the way!

1 : Yuno, Din's attendant would look like kid on the side of the road from Season 2 Episode 15-The Believer.

2: On Pinterest see Din Djarin's cute cottage in Calodan under the name Acer Wolfe at Silver Moon Inuyoukai board.

Kindly leave a review for it bolsters my confidence and muse and tell me what you think. Thank you!

~(o.o)~

CHAPTER 20

TE AL'ORI'RAMIKADE

Warriors aren't born, and they aren't made.

They create themselves through trial and

error and by their ability to conquer their

own frailties and faults.

Philip J. Messina

 

Another man approached the group holding out another strip of paper to the governor this time. "What is this?" the Elder gasped and showed the paper to Din. "There are six starships in orbit?!"

-o-0-o-

'What would Din Djarin do… if he learns his son… is under the care… of the son of… the Sith Lord and Supreme Commander…of the Imperial Fleet?'

"What?" Ahsoka stood there and stared the convor with shock as Morai's thoughts flowed and bounced in her head, echoing.

'He didn't know, Ahsoka…he didn't know…'

"Why in the mother didn't he ask for the Jedi's name?!"

'Grieving…he was…not himself…the boy…the boy has…to come back to his father…they are… stronger together…stronger…together…'

'The boy needs guidance…he needs a Jedi to teach him!'

'Your… padawan needs you…he needs you…'

'My padawan doesn't trust me…!' Ahsoka had to sigh because the only thing left to complete her petulance was to stick her lower lip out: which she wouldn't do. 'He thinks I'm keeping things from…'

'Not… the father….the son…the son…'

'Grogu?! I, teach Grogu?' Ahsoka lifted a brow in surprise. 'Morai, even if I wanted to teach Grogu I don't know where he is!'

'Fate is moving…fate… is mutable…changing…changing…'

'Here we go again…' Ahsoka rubbed her temple whispering with some annoyance. 'Did you forget I have a mission? It's dangerous to go traipsing in the galaxy with a small child! Grogu might as well stay with Din Djarn if that's the case! I can't…!'

'What is… fated cannot be… stopped…cannot be stopped…'

'Morai…! Mo…Ah!' Ahsoka almost cursed when the convor flew away. With a grimace of frustration at mystic and semi-divine creatures her head and shoulders drop as she replaced the sabers on their hooks by her hips. Does she mean I stop looking for Ezra and…did she also mean that Din doesn't need me anymore? Why? More mysteries…more baffling and cryptic messages! Those….

Frowning, Ahsoka ran her hand on her lekku as she picked up come minor vibration in the air. She glanced around looking where it comes from then she found it. Long before she saw it she heard a small buzzing sound that quickly became almost ear-shattering. I know those sounds! I flew them! Ahsoka looked up as a large transport vehicle hovered just below the lower atmosphere.

Ahsoka scratched an eyebrow, "This just keeps getting better and better."

-o-0-o-

The ships descended quickly, the roar of their engines deafening and soon all three breached the lower atmosphere. Then from behind, the ramps of the ships opened and about more than forty people flew out of it.

Because of the noise it drew out more curious people out of the gate. The Calodan villagers 'oohed' and 'aahed' at the spectacular sight of the flying people.

The ships banked over once their passengers were out and landed a little farther than where Din's DX-9 was parked. One landed to the right of the Mantis, ramp facing out. Din had half the mind to ask for the Mantis from the Calodan's and maybe they will just give it to him. We'll see when all these things are done and settled, Din thought.

The Mandalorians who flew out of the ships landed just outside the clearing but not one of them made a move to approach. Good, Din noted, they're not out for trouble.

"Governor, please stay here for the moment. Keep them all here."

"Yes, of course." Elder Wing nodded.

His cape flowing in the wind, their new commander in chief strode to the ensemble of armor clad people waiting just outside their ships and beyond the tree line. The ship that landed near the Mantis opened its ramp and even more people walked out.

"Wing, who are they?" a small balding man asked from way behind the group. He is one of the ten councilmen; a botanist by profession.

"Master Djarin said they are Mandalorians." Gov. Wing cleared his throat, a little overwhelmed. It feels quite intimidating and exciting at the same time to see so many of Din Djarin's people. "His people." The murmurs grew louder at the news.

"By the force…" Ahsoka muttered as she stopped to the left of the governor. "They found him."

"Mistress?" The governor looked over and found worry in the Togruta's eyes. "What do you mean they 'found' him?"

"'Found' him?!" another council member interjected, eyes wide. She was one of the best apothecaries in the region but the woman was a little excitable. "What do you mean? Is he a wanted man?!"

Ahsoka chuckled, "No elder." she gave her a smile, "The Mandalorian told me they want him to take on a difficult job. He…wanted to think about it first." It was a relief that the councilwoman sighed loudly, hand on her chest.

Gov. Wing's face dropped upon hearing it as he looked over the group of armored foreigners. "Oh dear…" he sighed.

"Governor?" Ahsoka laid a hand on the shoulder of the worried-looking elder.

"Maybe he's going to change his mind about our offer…." Ahsoka got puzzled when many members of the council looked dismayed and uncertain. The security people also looked downcast and confused.

"Hm? What offer?" Ahsoka couldn't believe that she seemed to be out of the loop after just a few days.

With a despondent sigh the elder pointed with his thumb at the group of men and young people behind him. "We asked Master Djarin to train and command our security force. He accepted the job and today is the first day of training." The elder crossed an arm over his chest cradling the other under his chin that he worries with restless fingers. "You have never seen a more excited group."

"But his people are here now…" The apothecary shrugged her shoulders, arms crossed in her robe.

"Well, he is a bounty hunter, right?" The coms officer reasoned. "Maybe after he finished his job for them he can continue…ah…" but he noticed Ahsoka left but before he could follow her two kids barred his way.

"Hey, can you tell us more about the ships you saw?" Yuno knew Mistress Ahsoka would be 'listening' so she mustn't be disturbed!

"Do you know how fast they can fly?" Jem joined in, he gave Ahsoka a furtive thumbs up.

Ahsoka winked at the kids and moved a few steps away as she aimed her attention at the Mandalorians to get a reading at their aura.

-o-0-o-

"Mand'alor."

Din clenched his jaw at the title but returned the polite greeting nevertheless. He could never forget the woman from the covert meeting in Nevarro; she was one of the council members that the armorer introduced to him on that unforgettable day. Where are the other two members with her before?

"The last time we spoke I was not able to give the proper introduction of myself to you. Permit me to do so. I am Aylith from the clan Hyru, council member of Mandalore."

"I am Din Djarin, from clan Vizsla of the covert in Nevarro."

"His buir was Kraigr Laguard." Din looks up at the welcome and familiar voice. "He was second in command of Juno Bair." The armorer came out from behind another person. She stopped beside the Mandalorian council member.

Aylith Hyru, the woman with the red gloves raised a hand as the babble of voices rose at hearing Din's clan name. "Your clan is a distinguished and noble house, al'verde Din Djarin."

"Let me be straight; why are you here?" Din knew how the Mandalorians feel at the direct question.

"We were concerned that you left quite hastily during our first meeting…."

"Why are you here?" The Mand'alor repeated.

They all tensed; that soft inquiry is anything but. As a creed of masked people reading facial expressions is out of the question and through the years the Mandalorians have developed a special way of deciphering and interpreting voices and body language.

The armorer turned to Aylith which, if Din would interpret, as a sort of caution, even as Hyru continued, "Mand'alor, we are here to offer assistance."

Din was taken by surprise. "Assistance?" This is not what I was expecting. "For what?"

"You mentioned that the armorer tasked you in bringing a foundling back to his people…"

Confused, Din turned to the armorer, "Yes, and my mission had been completed. I took the child to the place where he found the Jedi to protect and teach him. It was done."

"We were told that the foundling has exceptional powers…"

"What do you want from him?" It doesn't frigging stop, doesn't it?

"Din Djarin," the armorer stepped forward, seeing how Din's hand automatically hovered over the blaster, "the Council has heard from me about the difficulties you have endured in keeping the child safe." No one would be able to stop the Mand'alor if he wanted to execute one of his people unless they want to challenge him to a duel to death.

"Yes, but he is safe now with the Jedi." Din's stance is still tense but the others were relieved that his hand moved a few inches away from his weapon. Something is not right here, Din was a little confused at the atmosphere. There is something he could 'feel' as he looked at the people around him.

"But will one Jedi able to fully protect your son?"

"Yes, I saw how the Jedi fought. He is more than capable." As he focused on Aylith Din wasn't sure if the sensation and process of mind reading is the same for every force sensitive individuals like Ahsoka or Grogu. Din could roughly describe it like when his ship descends onto a planet completely surrounded by thick clouds. Once the ship pierces the layers of atmosphere the land would be bared before him.

Fear! That is what Aylith is hiding. Interesting.

He zeroed in.

"What happened in *Manda'yaim?" The husky question took the woman aback and her 'aura'? Yes, her aura changed. It felt like someone threw a pebble on a still pond. Oh, I am liking this ability more and more, Din smiled in satisfaction.

"Mand'alor?" She and the armorer exchanged looks. The whole company of Mandalorian's who heard him wondered at the sudden shift. There it goes, there's that change again.

"Be honest with me," With this knowledge to Din's advantage his stance relaxed. He crossed his arms, stood with legs wider as he leaned back on the balls of his feet. "State the real reason why you are here."

-o-0-o-

"What are they talking about?" the security squad jostle each other for position to see better and maybe catch a little of the conversation. But even with their burning curiosity none of them even want to step beyond the shade. The funny thing is, no one pointed out that the security squad's formation had long since broken-down. They'll be in big trouble that's for sure. But who cares? They'll do the one hundred one arm push-ups later. For all of them, this might be a once in a lifetime experience.

"There're so many of them…" Yuno whispered.

Every one thought that Mandalorian armor is plain and unpainted since their only example came from their commander in chief. In awe, they gape at the so many kinds of designs, color and styles of the helmets. But they are all in agreement that their commander's armor is a cut above the rest than the other Mandalorians here. Their armor doesn't seem to be as thick or as well made as their commander-in-chief's.

Their commander stopped at a distance as he was approached by another Mandalorian. They have never seen a Mandalorian before him but now there are more than the numbers in their squad not including the council members.

"Look! Even their women wear armor!" the oldest member of the squad gaped.

Jem looked up at Ahsoka. "What about the children?"

"Yes, they also wear the helmet." Ahsoka turned to the wide-eyed boy.

"Every one of them?" Yuno asked.

"Whoa!" Jem exclaimed when Ahsoka nodded. Then Jem longingly whispered. "I wish I could wear armor too."

"Only a Mandalorian can wear beskar." Ahsoka looked around, suddenly surprised at the eager ears flocking around her.

"Look at that one! She's wearing a gold helmet!"

"So…uh, their women also know how to fight?" the coms officer asked.

"They do." She glanced at her open-mouthed audience in amusement. "And sometimes the women fight better than the men." Ahsoka chuckled at the amazed gasps.

-o-0-o-

Aylith Hyru took deep angry breaths. As the First Chair of the Mandalorian council this mission should be easy, right? 'Talk to the Mand'alor,' said the Second Chair to her. 'Try to appeal to his weakness, the child.' She told them that was a weak argument but they insisted. And because of that I almost got blasted! They never listen to me!

The armorer laid a hand on Aylith's shoulder, "Vod, why don't I talk to Din Djarin instead?"

She nodded to the armorer. "Yes, please."

"Are you okay?"

The woman was surprised at Din's concern, "Yes, Mand'alor. Thank you!"

The armorer steered Din far away from the proximity of any Mandalorian listening device. "It is good to see you again, Din Djarin."

"I return the sentiment. How are our people in Nevarro?"

"They are faring well. Thank you for sharing with us part of the bounty from Moff Gideon."

"I am glad to be of service. This is the way." They nod.

"Please forgive our intrusion of your peace, Mand'alor. I will get to the point," The armorer stopped and faced Din. "The Mandalorians are clamoring for you to take the throne now."

"What does it matter if I do it now or later?" Din remembered that this was almost the very spot where he crash landed after his jetpack lost fuel. That seemed to be a long time ago but it was just barely three days.

"You must understand, our creed has not had a ruler for a long time, Din Djarin. They want the stability of having a leader who would rally and inspire them to take back the planet."

"I am aware." Din sighed deeply.

"Why did you choose this place?" The armorer looked around noting the mob of people standing outside the wall.

"There is a Jedi here that I met during my quest with the foundling."

"Is this the Jedi who is the foundling's teacher and protector?"

"No, he is with another Jedi. Another Mandalorian sent me to talk to this Jedi. She is helping me practice with the darksaber."

"That is good to know." The armorer nodded in approval. "Will you take the Oath of the Te Al'Ori'Ramikade, Mand'alor?"

"What does the ceremony involve?"

"Surprisingly, it is not complicated. Your ascension has to be witnessed by the clans gathered here now. There are ten delegates for each of the houses with us."

"Are they interested in challenging me as well?"

"No. Not after they have learned you took on and defeated a dark trooper and an Imperial officer." It was the first time Din Djarin heard amusement from the armorer. "We have heard the story from the Marshall."

"I will also tell you the story of how I slayed a Krayt dragon on Tattoine when we have time. The foundlings will like it."

"A Krayt dragon?" she nodded her surprise with a soft chuckle. "Mand'alor, no one will ever challenge you in a duel for the throne when they hear this. I will add that sigil to your armor as soon as possible." The Beskar spear behind Din did not escape the notice of the armorer. She must know its story when the time is right.

"Fine." Din said after looking at the patiently waiting clans. "Let's go and do the ceremony now."

-o-0-o-

When Din and the woman with the gold helmet returned to the waiting Mandalorian female things began to happen.

Ahsoka as well as the rest of the Calodans saw about ten people approach Din and the two Mandalorian women. Then the ten formed a half circle behind the two females. There was a buzzing sound and Ahsoka went wide eyed at the darksaber Din held high. "Is he going to…? Oh yes! He is taking the oath!"

"Oath?" Yuno looked up at the governor and then to Ahsoka in confusion. "Why? Is he a special person?"

"Yes, Yuno. Din Djarin is their 'Te Al'Ori'Ramikade.'"

"That sounds like an important title." Governor Wing turned to the Togruta. "What does that mean?"

"In Mando'a it means he is the 'Commander of Supercommandos,'" When he heard it the governor became subdued. Behind her the murmurs of the eavesdropping security squad and the rest of the townsfolk has become more excited and animated.

"Mistress Ahsoka," Jem piped up, "does it mean he has a big job there?"

"Yes, he has." Din's aura seemed to be calm and had acquiesced to his role. That is good.

"So, he is also their commander as well?" Yuno seemed to be fixated at the darksaber.

"Yes, something like that." Ahsoka couldn't help a smirk escape from her lips.

Then the Calodans suddenly cried out in surprise when the Mandalorians kneeled before Din Djarin.

"Heavens…what…!" Even the governor was startled at what happened. "Mistress Ahsoka, who is he to them?"

Well, there's no sense hiding it now. Ahsoka looked at the elder with a serious gaze. "Governor, Din Djarin is the king of the Mandalorians."

-o-o-0-o-o-

-Buir - father

- 'Te Al'Ori'Ramikade'- translated as the 'Commander of Supercommandos'

-Manda'yaim - the planet Mandalore

-Vod- sister or brother

Chapter 21: MAND'ALOR/JEDI

Summary:

A/N: I love the story of Din Djarin and Grogu. Also I am writing this because of the force of my inspiration Pedro Pascal and not for monetary gain. I have spoken. This is the way!

1 : Yuno, Din's attendant would look like kid on the side of the road from Season 2 Episode 15-The Believer.

2: On Pinterest see Din Djarin's cute cottage in Calodan under the name Acer Wolfe at Silver Moon Inuyoukai board.

Kindly leave a review for it bolsters my confidence and muse and tell me what you think. Thank you!

~(o.o)~

CHAPTER 21

MAND'ALOR/JEDI

 

From Chapter 20:

"So, he is also their commander as well?" Yuno seemed to be fixated at the darksaber.

"Yes, something like that." Ahsoka couldn't help a smirk escape.

"Heavens…what…!" Then the Calodans suddenly cried out in surprise when the Mandalorians kneeled before Din Djarin.

Even the governor was startled at what happened. "Mistress Ahsoka, who is he to them?"

Ahsoka turned to the elder with a serious gaze. "Governor, Din Djarin is the king of the Mandalorians."

-o-0-o-

"Governor?" Ahsoka reached over and gave the elder a gentle squeeze on the shoulder. She began to worry if the shock of discovery had been too much for poor Governor Wing. "Elder Wing? Are you okay?"

"He's…he's a king?" the apothecary elder gulped. "The kind of king…" the elder clarified, "with a throne?!"

"Yes. Yes, he is." Concerned, Ahsoka put a comforting arm around the shaken woman. "He is that kind of king. Throne and all."

"Goodness mercy…." The governor made a religious gesture as if he couldn't believe it. "You knew…?"

Ahsoka sighed, "Yes."

"Why didn't he tell us?"

"Elder…Din didn't think they'll find him before he was ready… "

"To become a king?" the coms officer asked. "Why?'"

"What do you mean 'why?'" the apothecary butted in, "it must be hard to lead warriors like them," She jerked her head towards the armored people. "Like him."

"Will he stay?" The governor took a deep breath looking much calmer, "Does it mean he'll go with them?" but, still a little worried, and for good reason.

"Only Din Djarin can answer that question, governor.' Ahsoka felt him approaching from behind. "Yes, Din…"

"Ahsoka…" He had a clear idea and purpose when he approached but he almost forgot what he came here for when he suddenly noticed what's happening around him. He looked around and cleared his throat, "Why are they like this?"

"Um…the bowing and all of that?" she shrugged, "they know already…"

Din passed a hand over what would be his temple, "This wasn't how…"

"Master…" Governor Wing nodded, "Uh…your majesty…"

"No!" Din held the man's arm firmly to stop him from bending the knee. "No. Stop, please…governor, I am still Din Djarin."

"As you wish, but is it allowed to call you Master Djarin?"

"I actually prefer you call me by my name…but I know it's not acceptable in your culture, so go ahead." With a relieved smile the elder gave Din a polite nod. "Ahsoka, can we talk?"

"Sure."

"I need to know, have you talked to Bo Katan?" He sensed her hesitation even through her stoic expression. He felt nervous. "Why?"

"I don't think this is the…."

"Just tell me."

Ahsoka sighed deeply. "Yes, I did call her."

"Why?"

"I had to talk to the Jedi who took Grogu. I had no one to talk to."

"When did you call her?"

"A few days ago; I didn't understand what was happening to you, to your aura…"

"My aura?"

"Yes, you almost died when your jetpack failed. You used up so much of the Force. I've never encountered anything like this before then when you were unconscious…"

"What happened?"

It was good that Din followed her as they walked away from the mob, "I shared some of my aura with you…"

"You did? Why?"

"You were dying, Din. My aura helped stabilize you until your own could recover."

Din reached out and lightly squeezed Ahsoka's upper arm, "Thank you."

"I was desperate to keep you alive but I have never had any experience with anything of this level." Ahsoka shook her head, "then something happened when I mind melded with you…there were other…" she frowned, picking the words, "beings? Auras?" Din felt her confusion. "They were…one said something to you like…I chose…'

"'I chose you, don't let me down'…"

"So you remember…!"

"Then…what happened?"

"And there was another one in there in your mind. It told me that we need each other…Din," Ahsoka raised a hand toward him, "I know I caused you to worry but…there's something I need to tell you about the Jedi who is…" she stopped and looked behind Din.

"Master Mandalorian!" Gov. Wing trots to them with a hand pointing something up.

Both he and Ahsoka looked up at the direction. At first he thought it another incoming Mandalorian ship but the shape became more distinct as the aircraft got nearer…it shows him a ship with a familiar shape.

"What?" Ahsoka heard him shout in his mind. "How…"

Suddenly one of the Mandalorian ships raised its cannon and fired a single shot. Everyone turned in surprise.

"No!" Din was already airborne going after the missile. His hand shot out to focus his thought to it.

"Heavens!" Gov. Wing gasped as the missile didn't hit it directly but it clipped one of the engines of the X-wing. The engine exploded then it trailed dark smoke in the sky as it lost control.

Din flew up above the ship and applied the force once more; he could feel it flowing to his arm more powerful than the first time. It still felt like his arm is going to be pulled from its socket but once he got the ship tethered to him he slowly stopped its uncontrolled spin after like it seemed forever. As soon as he got its flight stable enough he dragged it at the far northern area of the wall.

Now using both hands to guide the ship better, he sighed with relief when he got the spacecraft safely down the ground. He checked his vambrace; the jetpack fuel is still almost on full capacity. Better not let Ahsoka worry again.

"Mand'alor…" Aylith approached the ruler when he touched down but he took at a run at the smoking X-wing.

"Who fired at the X-wing?" Ahsoka angrily faced the Mandalorian female.

"Why? Who is in the ship?"

"His son!"

-o-0-o-

The deafening pounding in his chest and the cold press of fear compressed his focus on the crippled X-Wing.

A person in blue overalls dashed past him and doused the still sputtering engine with fire suppressant foam. Soon many people in blue, the security team…his security team, were behind him ready to lend assistance.

Din stepped out of the way as he felt someone use the force as part of the window cockpit blew out and went to the open window, smoke pouring out of it, "Grogu!"

"Mandalorian!" someone shouted from within the thick smoke then a pair of hands thrust a small bundle out of the window. The Jedi emerged halfway as soon as Din took the wrapped item from the man.

"Help him out!" he ordered the security people. Cradling the bundle, Din dashed away from the acrid smoke letting the security people help the Jedi out of the cockpit.

"Grogu…" Din moved the blanket and became scared when he felt no movement from it. "Grogu…!"

-o-o-0-o-o-

Chapter 22: THE SON OF THE JEDI

Summary:

A/N: I love the story of Din Djarin and Grogu. Also I am writing this because of the force of my inspiration Pedro Pascal and not for monetary gain. I have spoken. This is the way!

1 : Yuno, Din's attendant would look like kid on the side of the road from Season 2 Episode 15-The Believer.

2: On Pinterest see Din Djarin's cute cottage in Calodan under the name Acer Wolfe under Silver Moon Inuyoukai board.

Kindly leave a review for it bolsters my confidence and muse and tell me what you think. Thank you!

~(o.o)~

CHAPTER 22

THE SON OF THE JEDI

"Mandalorian!" someone shouted from within the thick smoke then a pair of hands thrust a small bundle out the window. The Jedi emerged halfway as soon as Din took the wrapped item from the man.

"Help him out!" he commanded the security people. Cradling the bundle, Din dashed away from the acrid smoke. The security people took over to help the Jedi out of the smoking cockpit.

"Grogu…" Din shakes the blanket. He panics when there were no movements from it. "Grogu…!"

-o-0-o-

"His son!" Ahsoka pointed at Din. "That's his son in there!"

"What?!" Aylith Hyru couldn't believe the words from the Togruta. "His…son?!" Did they just shoot the ship of their ruler's foundling?! The very foundling that they were supposed to lend assistance to? The councilwoman was shaken. "Who the hell shot it!" In anger she swung around to the frozen people standing behind her. "Find out who took that shot or I will kill you all myself! NOW!" Still not believing what happened, Aylith focused on what she could do. "Manda'lor…" Concerned, Aylith of clan Hyru came forward to lend assistance.

Ahsoka frowns at the events happening before her. Everything in chaos: the smoking X-Wing, the people running with equipment and fire-suppressant tanks, the Mandalorians who were shocked that they fired upon an unsuspecting aircraft. A few of them flew back to the very ship that fired at it. Governor Wing orders people to bring medical supplies. She noted the dark clothed man who jumped from the damaged spacecraft.

"Vod?" The armorer ran over to Aylith. "What is wrong?"

Ahsoka looks on at the two Mandalorian women. Wondering what ails the official. Then she felt it.

"No, Mandalorian!" The hooded man also rushes towards Din. He knows? He knows what a force choke is? Stunned, Ahsoka's montrals rippled in the realization. A Jedi?

"Don't come near my son!" Din snarled and slowly closes his fist.

Aylith could only gasp. "Manda…."

"Din! No! Stop!"

"What is happening?" The armorer got goosebumps.

"Mandalorian!"

Din turned to the voice as the bundle in his arms floats back to the other man. "Give him back!" Din held out the darksaber at the male Jedi.

The man in the cowl was surprised. He thought the distraction would successfully break the choke. But the female is still in distress. How is this possible?

"Din stop!" Ahsoka force repelled him to break his hold on the Mandalorian woman. Suddenly, someone came up behind her and wrapped an arm around her neck.

"A Jedi!" said a woman's voice.

"I'm Din's friend!" She was immediately let go. "He's doing it! Help me stop him!"

The armorer was surprised at the request but complied. She strode to Din Djarin. "Mand'alor, please! Cease!"

"They're here to hurt my son…" The armorer was relieved when the councilwoman was released. Aylith collapsed to the ground gasping for air.

"There's a misunderstanding…" The man in black approached the hunter cautiously.

"They shot at my son! Is that a misunderstanding?!"

"Mand'alor!" A group of Mandalorians almost drag someone in their midst. "We have apprehended the culprit!" The perpetrator had been stripped of all weapons and armor including the headgear. The hands were bound behind her.

Din gritted. How come he wasn't surprised? "Bo Katan! I will deal with you later." Din secured the saber on his belt and walks to the man in the dark cowl. "Hand him to me."

"Mandalorian, he wasn't harmed. He was exhausted. He helped me bring the craft down." The man gently opened the bundle and held it out to the bounty hunter. "But without your help we would have been dead."

Din took a deep shaky breath as he cradles Grogu in his arms, trembling hand pats the sleeping boy's face. "I thought…I thought…" A hand grips his shoulder. Din looks up to the Jedi's kind face.

"I am Luke Skywalker."

"I'm Din Djarin."

The Jedi stepped back and formally bowed in Mando'a custom. "I am honored to meet you, Al'Ori'Ramikade."

"Skywalker….you are a Skywalker!" Ahsoka Tano holds out her long saber at the stranger.

"Ahsoka, what's wrong?" When Luke pushed back his cowl Din frowned. Again, where had he seen that face before...?

"Who are you?"

Luke gapes at her at the quick image he glimpsed from her memory. "You knew my father…" He whispered.

"What? Really?" Din was shocked; he looks at Ahsoka's tormented eyes. And they're on him. "Ahsoka…?"

"Din…he's…" Ahsoka's chest heaves.

Quickly understanding, Luke held up a hand towards the Togruta. "Allow me."

"What the Dank Farrik is going on?"

"Mand'alor," Luke grasps his hands formally in front of him, "I am the son of Padme Amidala, former queen of Naboo. My father was Anakin Skywalker a former Jedi General in the Grand Army of the Republic…"

"Who became Darth Vader…" Ahsoka interjected.

Luke faced Ahsoka, face stoic. "Yes.'

"What?" Din stood frozen as a statue. "The Darth Vader who slaughtered millions. Destroyed planets. Subjugated worlds? That Darth Vader?" Behind him the Mandalorians aimed their various weapons at the male Jedi. The sound was ominous.

-o-o-0-o-o-

Chapter 23: HOW TO TRAIN A MAND'ALOR

Summary:

A/N: I love the story of Din Djarin and Grogu. Also I am writing this because of the force of my inspiration Pedro Pascal and not for monetary gain. I have spoken. This is the way!

1 : Yuno, Din's attendant would look like kid on the side of the road from Season 2 Episode 15-The Believer.

2: On Pinterest see Din Djarin's cute cottage in Calodan under the name Acer Wolfe at Silver Moon Inuyoukai board.

Kindly leave a review for it bolsters my confidence and muse and tell me what you think. Thank you!

~(o.o)~

CHAPTER 23

HOW TO TRAIN A MAND'ALOR

Wherever I go, he goes.

– Din Djarin

 

Gov. Wing shakes in his boots. This is not good! Suddenly nervous, the Elder anxiously waves at the security people gaping at the scene. "Get out of there! If these people start shooting…!" The old man also gestures at the curious townspeople to go back inside the fortress. "Get these people back in the fort!" He hisses to his council members. "Go!" he grabs Yuno and the other boy and almost drags them back into the gate. "Move!"

"My master!" Stumbling, Yuno looks back at the Mandalorian: his new Ba'vodu.

"Your master will be fine! His people will protect him! This is trouble! We need to move out of here!"

-o-0-o-

"Your father did all that." Ahsoka accused Luke.

"I was not aware that he was my father." Luke turned to Din Djarin. "I fought against the Empire. I almost lost my life fighting it."

At Din's raised hand the Mandalorians lowered their weapons. Din sighed. He trusts the man. There's a depth of pain in the Jedi's eyes that cannot be faked or fabricated.

"What happened? Why did the two of you come here?"

"The Force has compelled me to." Luke turns to Ahsoka. "You have felt it too, have you, Jedi?" No reply. Luke could feel the Togruta's distrust. Who wouldn't?

"The Force?" The armorer looked to Din.

"Yes, the Force is an energy that is around us. The Jedi and force-wielders use this energy." Din tries to explain as plainly as possible.

"And are you not a force-wielder as well, Mand'alor?" Aylith held her breath after she asked the question.

"Mand'alor, you seemed to have acquired a similar power like your son, is that not right?"

Din looked at the two Mandalorian women waiting for his reply. He reluctantly nodded after a few seconds. "Yes."

Luke was stunned. "It was you I felt when we left. But…" the male Jedi shook his head.

"What?" Din tensed. "What is it?"

"I do not know." The Jedi frowned, looking down, thinking. "There was something….ah!" he shakes his head. He looks a little frustrated. "I need to meditate about it."

Din looks down when he felt someone looking at him. Grogu stopped rubbing his eyes when he saw Din. "Hey, kid." Din was astonished at the immense joy Grogu projected upon seeing him. Excitedly, Grogu grabbed anything he could on Din's armor to get up from the cradle of Din's arm until they were face to face. Din held him as Grogu wraps his arms around his helmet until all he could see were the boy's eyes and ears blocking his view. "Grogu." Din breathed, teary-eyed again. I'm so glad you're okay, kid.

The boy looks straight at Din with such shock. "Mweh?!" he exclaimed as his ears lifted in astonishment.

Din could only shrug his answer, "That's right kid."

The boy squealed in delight and began waving his tiny arms towards his father.

"Master Djarin," Gov. Wing said behind them. The old man looked pale. "Is everything alright…now?" After he saw the last person enter through the gate the governor stayed around. The tension seemed to have gone down when Master Djarin ordered his people to lower their weapons. Goodness! The elder shook his head, his small part of the world is suddenly in the middle of an altercation!

"Yes, governor. We apologize for the worry we gave you." Din introduced the old man to his people and to Grogu's teacher. "Governor, may I ask if you have lodging for my son's teacher?" Din gestured to Luke. He would not let the man go and bunk with his people. Even he does not trust them at this time. Besides, he needs to talk to the man and get all the answer that he needs about his new abilities.

"That would not be a problem, Master Djarin." The elder looks at the Mandalorians, "How about your people?"

"They will stay at their ships." The armorer and Aylith nodded at their ruler's decision. "It is fully supplied."

"Mand'alor," Aylith, now fully recovered, came forward. "What would you have us do with Bo Katan?"

"Put her on trial. Follow due process. Summon me when it is ready." Din spared a glance at the helmetless Bo Katan. He shakes his head. "I want to be there."

"As you wish, Mand'alor." She bowed then stood still when the Mand'alor approached her, his foundling riding high on his shoulder.

"Councilwoman Hyru, I apologize to the violence I inflicted upon you."

Aylith was momentarily speechless then gave Din another bow, a little overwhelmed by the sincerity of the man. "You do not need to apologize, Mand'alor."

"Once I have settled my son and other matters I would like us to have a talk."

Aylith was surprised but pleased. "I would like that very much, Mand'alor…"

"I want you to call me Din."

"If that is your wish. Din."

"It is."

"Din…" Ahsoka nods to him. "May I talk to you?" Din nods to Aylith before stepping in tandem with Ahsoka away from the other's hearing. "What will happen now?"

"Good question. I don't have any idea yet." He looks up at Grogu. "He's always my priority. His needs come first. The others…"Din shrugs.

"Then it's best to bring him to the cottage so he could be comfortable. I also need to say something to you. Urgently."

"Talk to me now."

"I will train Grogu."

"Oh? I thought you don't want to…"

"That is a good idea."

They turned to Luke's voice. "You agree? It does not offend you?"

"Like you, Mand'alor, my padawan is my priority. He misses you and he likes her."

"He told you that?" For the first time Ahsoka responded directly to Luke.

"I can read his thoughts and….he has…." The tall Jedi sighed. "I can show you…"

A series of scenarios about Grogu pass in Din's mind: sometimes sad, sometimes just an ordinary happening in the day, sometimes poignant and then there are…..

"Dank Farrik!" After that, Din looked up the wide-eyed boy, shoulders shaking at the last scene he saw. "He is a handful."

Luke turned to Ahsoka again, "He was really hoping you'd teach him. He feels comfortable talking to you. You helped him remember his name."

"Din, who will teach you? I cannot train both…" She slid a glance at Grogu.

The male Jedi turned to Din, "It would be an honor if you would allow me to train you, Mand'alor."

"Skywalker, call me Din."

The man shook his head. "I will go as far as call you Master Din but I cannot at your name."

Din looks down with a sigh, shaking his head. I hate to do this. "That is an order."

Luke Skywalker smiled for the first time that day. "Then I will comply. Din."

-o-0-o-

Chapter 24: BUIR-ALIIT

Summary:

A/N: I love the story of Din Djarin and Grogu. Also I am writing this because of the force of my inspiration Pedro Pascal and not for monetary gain. I have spoken. This is the way!

1 : Yuno, Din's attendant would look like kid on the side of the road from Season 2 Episode 15-The Believer.

2: On Pinterest see Din Djarin's cute cottage in Calodan under the name Acer Wolfe at Silver Moon Inuyoukai board. You can also see the picture of the Mantis, Din's new vehicle.

Kindly leave a review to bolster my confidence and muse and tell me what you think. Thank you!

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CHAPTER 24

HOW TO TRAIN A MAND'ALOR

BUIR-ALIIT

"What the hell is a Sith?" That word got a reaction from the quiet Din Djarin.

From his spot near the window of his cottage Din could supervise Grogu seated at one of the low tables at the veranda. While they were all outside the fort Din had gotten the 'feeling'. That was a new sensation for him. After scanning the people nearby the 'feeling' got stronger when he looks at Grogu. In the helmet he mouthed a 'whoa' when the boy confirmed his question: he is hungry.

Okay. No doubt about it; Din blew out a breath. This is his true confirmation that, yes, he is, not perhaps, a force sensitive.

On the positive side of this development it was a relief to be able to have some form of understanding on what the boy wishes even if it's just to know how to decipher mundane needs on whether he's tired or hungry or thirsty…or that he wants to go. Like any other child Grogu doesn't care whether Din's in a shootout, tackling a bounty, piloting the ship or even sleeping. When he wants to go, he will go. Din got to appreciate the nappies Cara insisted he should never run out of. Those things save a lot of stinky clean ups, believe me.

At his request his young attendant ran ahead to prepare some food for Grogu. So now his foundling is being looked after by Yuno and another much younger boy who are both looking fascinated at the kid.

When he returned in the fort the townspeople were agog at the number of people following him and Gov. Wing towards the guest houses as Din directed everyone inside the walled city after the Mandalorians have secured Bo Katan. For now, Din doesn't want to see or talk to Bo Katan yet. He wanted to put some distance between him and that woman or he might do something he would regret. Her actions were hard to comprehend.

Councilwoman Hyru informed Din that an interrogation is being done right now. The Mandalorians move fast. They need to clear their house as suspects on the assassination attempt on the foundling of their Mand'alor. Also, a squad of Mandalorian is doing two shifts in guarding her in the hold of the Mantis.

There is a bright spot in this dark scenario; it was a relief that the Calodan council was not interested in keeping any of the aircrafts so Din appropriated the Mantis as his new transport. It thrilled Din to no end. How Cara Dune would react at his overpowered ride, well, that's another matter.

Din's cottage, which at first looked so spacious to him, seemed to shrink all of a sudden with the twenty people gathered at the living room. No one seemed to want to sit down except Gov. Wing.

"They're force users who turned to the dark side, my lord." From his side of the room people turned to Luke, a little surprised that he seemed to blend in.

"Uh, no. No. No. Not 'my lord'."

"Uh… my apologies." Luke stops, his posture reflecting worry that he made a faux pas in front of the Mand'alor. "How about 'master'?"

"No…" Din wearily shook his head. "I don't want to hear…."

"He hates titles." Ahsoka shrugs. "Din, better get used to it. It's inevitable."

"Damn it…." Din realized that even if he whispers Grogu's big ears is still going to catch it. Double damn it! "So. My question is, if I turn to the dark side will I become a sith as well?" Din could tell he stumped the two Jedi with his question but one of them reacted first.

"Not…exactly. " Ahsoka slid a meaningful glance at Luke.

"You need to be trained by a dark lord to become one."

"You might not become a sith but if you are an individual with strong force sensitive abilities," the Togruta inclined her head to Din. "you might use that power to harm not protect."

"Like if I lose everything and turn over my foundling to another to raise?"

"Pardon this question, Manda'lor," the female Mandalorian in gold Beskar stood. Ahsoka noted that even through the fabric of the woman's clothing she could see the definition of muscles when she crossed her arms. "May I know why you are so captivated in 'turning to the dark side'?"

"I am not." Din is itching to scratch his head under the armor, feeling tense all of a sudden. "But now that I'm a force wielder the pull of the dark side might become a problem when and if I'm psychologically pushed to the extreme."

The two Jedi exchanged knowing glances; their first true contact without any hint of distrust. Luke unconsciously straightened up, like he needed to brace himself for the surprising revelations about his new padawan. This is a student who will become a different mold for the other padawan he would have in the future. The Jedi couldn't wait to begin training his new apprentice. Or perhaps the student has many things to teach the teacher.

"Please excuse my question,' Aylith Hyru's bearing is of confusion "if we are faced with a sith how do we defeat and kill one?"

"It is not easy…" The two Jedi almost said in unison. Their answer stirred the gathered Mandalorians. Instantly the mood in the room was charged with excitement. Ahsoka wanted to smirk. They said the two magic words: Not Easy. Nothing energizes a race of warriors like the Mandalorians than pointing them to a challenge.

"If it is alive, it is killable." Retorts the woman in the red vambrace, Aylith, and the rest of the Mandalorians clan leaders agreed.

"What do we do to take down one?" There was a tight constriction in Din's chest as he asked the question.

"To kill a Sith, you will need a light saber, brute strength, rage, and a strong ability in the Force."

"Has it been done?" Aylith was surprised where as one Mand'alor and the Togruta turned to the black robed Jedi. "Has someone killed a sith?" she repeated.

"Yes. Someone has." Luke turned to Ahsoka, 'You are correct. Lightsabers, power, rage and….vast bottomless pits are the key…." Then he broke off, eyes going deep in his memory.

"But…?" the Mandalorians nodded to the armorer's question.

The blue-eyed Jedi skimmed over them until it landed on the Mand'alor, "To kill a Sith, you need nothing other than sacrificial love…."

-o-0-o-

Are you okay, kid? Din removed his spear before he took a seat beside Grogu. The Beskar weapon leans on the wall well within his reach.

It's good. Taste!

Din chuckled after closing his lips at the slice of fruit Grogu slipped under his helmet. Are you going to feed me instead?

Yes. Buir is hungry. Grogu's wide ears flap slowly up and down. Eat buir.

Din sucked in a breath, touched. H-how did you…?

I hear. Sifting in the bowl, Grogu discards the thick slices for thinner ones grunting loud when he couldn't find the right one.

The Mandalorians? Smiling, Din took a knife from his boot and sliced the fruits in the fineness Grogu wanted.

They talk. They think. Buir. Father. You. The boy hums in happiness, steadily feeding him slices of fruits under his helmet; his small hand easily slipping under the narrow space. Buir…

"Master?"

"Yes…" Din had almost forgotten about Yuno and the other boy.

"What are you…" Yuno gestures to the two of them.

"We were talking."

"Talking?"

"He talks to me. In my mind."

"He…he can do that?"

Din points at the boys. "Grogu, this is Yuno. He takes care of me. And what's your name?"

Surprised the Mandalorian speaks to him, Jem points to himself, "Me?"

"Uh-huh."

"I'm Jem, master."

"Would you like to play with my son when I'm not here?"

"Your son!?" The boys chorused; faces incredulous, eyes wide as saucers. It made Din laugh.

"Yes."

"How…?"

"Mandalorians take care of any youngling they find. They become our children."

"Ohh...!" The boys chorused again, nodding.

"Jem, can you take care of Grogu while I'm busy?"

"Yes! Yes, master!"

"Good." Din looks up when Ahsoka and Luke comes out of the house and stops several feet away. After a few seconds Din nods to Ahsoka.

Yuno and Jem look at each other when Din turned to the strange boy once more doing that wordless talking again. Does the master read thoughts too? Were the purrs the little boy's words? Can he talk? Yuno and Jem were startled when Grogu turned his big eyes on them.

The master began chuckling. "Behave. Don't scare them." Din laid his hand on Grogu's head.

What? Scare us? The boys shrug at each other.

"Jem…he likes eggs. Maybe you can get some for him? He doesn't like it cooked. Don't let him out of the house. If you see something floating, he's doing it. Just be cool. He likes to play." Din smiled when Jem mouthed 'floating.' At Jem's unsure but slow nod Din stood and slid the long spear behind him between the harness of his armor. The boys had wide smiles; they love the slightly scratchy high-pitched sound it makes when it rubs against the metal of the jet pack. "Yuno, can you find me a crib for my son or someone who knows who can make one? I will pay for the work."

"Yes, master."

"I will be at the Mantis. It's the big ship near the wall."

"I know it, master. Do not worry." Yuno got a short nod from the warrior.

"Let's go." The boys look on as the blond man and mistress Ahsoka follow their master out of the compound.

-o-0-o-

"Excuse me. Master Djarin." The governor and some Calodans hurried to catch up to the fast walking Mandalorian. "May we talk?"

"We may talk now, governor."

"I will be direct as I see you're busy. The council and I are concerned about…about…"

"About our agreement…"

"Yes….uh," The governor looks behind Din and seemed to shrink in his coat, eyes filed with trepidation.

Din followed his gaze and his lips pursed in irritation. Din motioned the Mandalorians to back away. "Once I finish with this interrogation I can give you an answer."

"In…interrogation?" The old man grabbed his coat, shaken at the words.

"Someone tried to hurt my foundling…"

"The creature you used to carry around?"

The Calodans and a few of the Mandalorians tensed. One Mandalorian even lifted a blaster halfway out its holster. Din quickly signaled them to stand down. "The 'creature' is my foundling. He is like my son."

The apothecary slapped the coms officer. "Hush! Nothing good comes from that mouth of yours!"

"We apologize." The governor angrily waved the people away from them. "We did not mean to insult you or your son. I am sorry that he was in danger…"

"It is not your fault, governor." Din sighed, a little exhausted after the things that happened today. All he wanted is to go back to the cottage and get some rest. He suspects he still needs some rest from almost draining his energy the other day. "We will talk after I am done with this task but I will not renege on my word."

The governor closed his eyes in relief. "Thank you. Take the time you need today. I can see that you have a lot on your plate, master Djarin. Just send word."

"Thank you, governor. I appreciate your understanding." Din waited until the Calodan left. "These are decent people. I helped liberate them from a tyrant. No one is to intimidate, scare or hurt the Calodans. We are guests here. Agree?" Din didn't turn around until he got a nod from the Mandalorians. "Good."

-o-0-o-

"Din, I will be right behind you. "Ahsoka stepped aside to the let the Mandalorians pass. Din gave her a parting nod after glancing at Luke.

"No nonsense." The young male Jedi kept his eyes on the Mand'alor followed by the ten leaders of the top strong houses of Mandalore.

"That's who he is."

"I like his style."

"You have a question."

"I have." They slowly resumed their steps to follow the Mandalorians at a distance. "Actually, I have lot of them."

"Yes. Of course." Ahsoka took a deep calming breath, "About your father, Anakin." That name did not come out easily from the Togruta.

"I would be in your debt if you could help me fill in the …."

"The gaps…"

"I almost killed him."

"What?"

"We had a confrontation. He was Vader." Luke held up his right hand, palm up, flexing it. "He gave me a souvenir."

"Did he…." Ahsoka inclined her head, hearing some gears moving. Shocked and in disbelief Ahsoka gasped. "He didn't…"

"He knew."

"Anakin…" Ahsoka looks up, tears flowing on her montrals. A dark feeling spread in her. She's angry at herself for hoping against hope. She swiped the tears away savagely.

"Do not grieve. In the end he got back his humanity."

"Did he?"

"He turned back to the Light Side. That is why I live."

Ahsoka closed her eyes in gratitude to the Force and murmured a Togrutan prayer for the soul of her former master and friend. Luke joined her in the short prayer thankful that his father had someone who really cared for him as a person.

"Mistress Ahsoka, I do not know how long a time we have or how intense I need to teach my student." The crumble of the Calodan soil sounds crisp and dry under their boots as they near the open rear hatch of the Mantis.

"All I can say is your new padawan is a quick study. He will surprise you, but you already can see that."

"Yes. He is what you say low key but his aura is…." Luke turned to Ahsoka to find the right word.

"Intense."

"Yes." Luke paused weighing his words carefully. "I understand if you distrust me…"

"No. I do not distrust you. You just bring back memories that…." Ahsoka schooled her features into calmness by taking deep breaths. "I can see much of him in you. But you are not as extreme as he is."

Luke turned to her, a curve of a smile on his lips. "Is that good or bad?"

"You are more even tempered than he is."

"I will take that as a compliment. I think." The young Jedi looked towards his crippled spacecraft. "I believe I took after my mother in temperament while my sister took after my father."

Ahsoka smiled. "You have a sister!"

"You must meet her and my mother. We do not know anything about his life before he became a…." the male Jedi shrugs. "Where can we train?"

"Here." Ahsoka tilts her head toward the valley. "Din won't go anywhere."

"Why?"

"The Calodan has contracted his services. He is their military commander."

"That is impressive."

Ahsoka snorted. "No. Not yet. These people have no idea about security, warfare or battle. This is important for him and he has a soft spot for them. He likes it here. You …" Ahsoka turned sharply around.

"Mistress…?" Then Skywalker looked worriedly at the Mantis as well.

-o-0-o-

"Din…!" The thick atmosphere flowing out of the Mantis slowed the rush of the two Jedi. It's almost next to overwhelming as soon as they step down in the brig of the ship. There were two doors at the end of the short narrow corridor and the door on the right is nearly packed with people. The mood is dark and cold.

Ahsoka and Luke followed Din's voice. They were barely able to squeeze into the aisle of wall to wall Mandalorians.

"Who did this?!" Din had one of the guards in a force choke.

The two Jedi froze, eyes on the floor. The Mandalorian guard slammed on the wall landing by the feet of a body sprawled on the cell floor.

Bo Katan Kryze is dead.

~(o.o)~

Chapter 25: THE GREEN KID

Summary:

A/N: I love the story of Din Djarin and Grogu. Also I am writing this because of the force of my inspiration Pedro Pascal and not for monetary gain. I have spoken. This is the way!

1 : Yuno, Din's attendant would look like kid on the side of the road from Season 2 Episode 15-The Believer.

2: On Pinterest see Din Djarin's cute cottage in Calodan under the name Acer Wolfe at Silver Moon Inuyoukai board. You can also see the picture of the Mantis, Din's new vehicle.

Kindly leave a review to bolster my confidence and muse and tell me what you think. Thank you!

~(o.o)~

CHAPTER 25

PADAWAN

THE GREEN KID

DIN'S COTTAGE~

"Did you get it?" Jem called out from the veranda.

It was already early evening and the air is much cooler now that the sun's down. The forest planet of Corvus has a slower orbit around its star than most so it gets more sunlight. It immensely helps in the growth of the flora but it also means a much hotter environment for the humans living on this world in the outer rim territories.

"No! Not yet!" Yuno walks around looking if there is a twig or a branch long enough to reach across the pond.

"Sorry, your ball is gone." Jem reported the loss to Grogu who is waiting at the table still not done with his dinner.

The three boys were waiting for Din to appear for an early supper but the man hasn't shown up before sundown came so Yuno went ahead to get their meal. Like before. Din's attendant would leave the covered food tray on the dining table near the fireplace. The three kids had their own meal at the porch where it's cooler.

Every now and then Grogu would pick up the shiny metal ball. Yuno and Jem exchanged worried glances; Grogu would sometimes purr or softly whine. For the two boys it sounded oddly sad. Playing some games distracted the little boy until the heavy ball rolled down the floorboard and straight into the pond.

"No, it's not gone! It's just in there!" The water in the ornamental pool is filled with fish and it's a little dark and Yuno couldn't see anything below. "Where did that ball go?" he murmurs all the while as he peers into its depth.

"Yuno, get in. It's not deep!"

"What?! The caretakers are gonna kill us!" Yuno shakes his head. "And uh…uh…I think these fish bite!"

"Huh? What is it?" Jem leaned to the tiny boy. Grogu points, serious now, very intently. "What do you want to say?" The green boy kept grunting and pointing.

There!

Jem tilts his head, a deep frown on his chubby face. "What? Was that you?" The green boy nodded. Jem got excited and when Jem gets excited he jumps up and down. He points to his shaved head. "Again! Say something again!"

Take! There!

"You wanna go there? The pond?" And with a happy chuckle Grogu jumps into the arms of the surprised Jem.

"Jem! Go back!" Yuno motioned at the two as soon as the pair stepped down from the veranda. "The master said not to let him out!"

"But…but he wants to go to the pond!"

"No!" The older boy held up a finger that he hopes makes him look authoritative; he has two responsibilities now. "I don't wanna get in trouble!"

"Yuno, there are two of us. We can…hey!" Suddenly Grogu jumped down from Jem's arms. "Grogu!" Jem was left open-mouthed, he didn't imagine the green kid could run this fast.

"Stop him!" Yuno yelled. Jem moves but he seemed to be on slow motion. Yuno held out his hands to grab the boy but suddenly he's toppling…falling…Yuno could almost feel and smell the dirt….could most feel the pain if he hits the pebbles…

But he didn't.

By the edge of the pond Grogu stopped. A raised hand kept the shocked boy floating a few meters off of the water. Giggling all the while, he moved and lowered the teenager to dry ground.

With shaking knees Yuno got up from the path, brushing dirt from his clothes. Eyes as wide as one of Corvus's five moons, he patted himself while a worried Jem rushed over to check on his friend. The two kids whipped around at Grogu's chuckle as the metal ball that they were looking for rose slowly from the depth of the pond. The dripping metallic ball lands in his tiny hand with a quick gesture from the strange green boy.

The stunned Calodan kids went to Grogu and sat before him. "That's really important to you, huh?" Yuno accepted the slightly heavy ball with a small smile.

"Why?" Jem inspected the sphere and clicked his fingers. "Ah! It's from Yuno's master, right? Right?"

"Really?" Yuno weighed the ball, forehead creased.

"Yes! Look! It had the same metal on his body, right Grogu?" Grogu nods. He quietly looks up at the two boys then walked up to them and placed his hands on their arms. "What?" Jem blinks after the last image faded. "You were in that place?"

"Thank you for not letting me fall in the pond." Yuno returned the ball to the boy. "You are not alone now, Grogu. You and the master can stay here as long as you both want." Yuno lifted the boy and sat him on his lap.

"I was a little scared of your master." Jem lisped.

"Yeah, me too." Yuno nodded. "But he's okay."

"Yeah! He was awesome!"

"That's why I don't want to serve any other."

"Oh! So he's now my master too, right?"

"Yeah."

"Cool!"

"When I see the master I will tell him that I want to be a Mandalorian too."

"Really?" Jem gushed. "Can you do that?"

"Yes," Yuno nodded. "The master said that Mandalorians take care of any youngling they find. I want to become one of them."

~(o.o)~

The Mantis~

"May I intrude, Mand'alor?"

Din felt the presence right before she enters the room. He turns around and for a moment got confused only to realize he is staring at Aylith Hyru without her helmet. "Yes. Yes, please."

"My lord," The woman bows her dark head. "I would like to ask permission to transfer Bo Katan's remains to my cruiser."

"Do you have a carbon freezing device there?"

"Carbon freezing? I'm afraid I don't." Councilwoman Hyru's smooth forehead creased into a frown. "I only have cold storage."

Din points up to one of the panels of the Mantis behind him. "This ship has."

Aylith stepped up close to look at the schematics, "Is it really effective?"

"Yeah, been using it for years."

"As a bounty hunter, yes." The woman nodded, "If you think that it would be the best….but…"

"You don't know how to use it."

It was fascinating for Din to see how quickly she hid her surprise, "Yes."

"I'll do it…"

"But…no, you're now…."

"The king? I am who I am." Din smirked behind the helmet, "How do you feel about having a ruler who is a paid hunter?"

Aylith shrugs but what he said did not get past her, "We all have to survive. You utilize your skills as a warrior to take care of your people."

"Bo Katan seemed to find what I do offensive…"

Aylith grunted disdainfully, "She should talk. She turned into a traitor and a terrorist." The woman's voice turned hard, "I have not formally met Bo Katan but I knew her sister. Bo helped overthrow the government and the duchess."

"By her actions a sith killed the former Mand'alor and took the dark saber and the throne." Din crosses his arms, resting his back against the command console of his new spacecraft.

"…which led to her sister's death." Aylith looks away, her armor encased chest rose and fell, a little overcome with emotion. She took a few deep breaths, head turned away. Out of respect Din turned to study the schematics of the Mantis. Anyway, he came here to the command center to familiarize himself with it and at the same time think what the hell is happening. When she faced him again she seemed more controlled. "Have you known her long?"

"No, not long." Din sighed. "The first time I met her I was forced to hijack a Gozanti freighter with her."

"Why?"

"I was on a quest for my foundling,"

"Yes, the Jedi," Aylith looks at Din intently.

"She knew I was desperate."

"Your son, Grogu… he's a Jedi?"

"Not yet, so we had to find a Jedi to train him with his powers."

"Are you now like him? I mean…"

"I have the abilities, yes."

"What are these abilities?" Maybe it's just her imagination but after she said it the temperature in the command center seemed to fall a few degrees.

"I'm not ready to discuss them."

Aylith Hyru released a breath, "I apologize." The councilwoman nodded; the man became quiet and seemed uncomfortable. "I failed to solve who tried to assassinate your son, my lord."

"I have tried to think of her motivation but I fail." Din sighed. "I never knew where I stand with Bo Katan. Ahsoka was right; Bo Katan was power hungry."

"I think she started off as someone who wanted to reclaim Mandalore but she changed."

"I've seen it before. Power can change people."

"Are you having second thoughts about being Mand'alor, my lord?"

Din had to chuckle, "Are you going to challenge me for the darksaber?"

"Tempting, but no." The raven-haired woman shook her head, a small smile on her lips. "Who wants that burden?"

"It's now mine." Din moved away from the console with a sigh, "Would you like me to show you how to operate the device?"

"That would be good to know, thank you, my lord."

"By the way, what happened to your helmet?"

"Apologies. The helmet fan seems to have malfunctioned."

"I do not mind." Indeed, he doesn't. He was quite pleasantly surprised that she is bareheaded but the feeling was like seeing someone partially undressed. Awkward. It was the same feeling he had when he met the Night Owls. "I will see what's wrong with it. I might have damaged it when …" Din gestured to her neck.

"Thank you. I will bring it after we are done with Bo Katan." Aylith almost declined the offer but decided to let him.

"Master! Ba'vodu! Master!"

At the call Din moved like lightning and was at the ramp in seconds. Aylith ran out after him taking the stairs realizing after the fact that the man jumped all the way down from a very tall height.

"Yuno!" Din hurries down the ramp. By the wall he sees Jem dash out with Grogu. "What's wrong?"

"Master!" Yuno waived his hand. "Grogu wants to see you!"

"Why? Is he sick?" Another thing that Din's been dreading is what every parent in every universe is afraid of: infant sickness. Grogu's species is not in any database that he looked into. If the kid gets sick he wouldn't know what kind of medical care he could give him.

"No, we were playing then his ball fell in the pond then…then he lifted it up and me then he got so scared, I think and…and…"

"Scared?" A whimpering Grogu clamped on to Din. "Why?" Din tries to read Grogu but he couldn't. The boy's thoughts were chaotic. He couldn't latch on to any coherent thought. "Yuno, tell me what happened."

"He told us a story…"

"A story?" So far the kid's temperature feels 'normal.' Heck, what is normal for Grogu's species?

"About his life…uh, before you met him? He was sad…but suddenly he started doing that and said he wants to go to you."

"Master…" Jem timidly came closer, still not used to being near the big Mandalorian. "Grogu keeps saying 'not her, not her.'

"What does it mean?" Two shrugs came from both boys. "Relax, kid. No one's going to hurt you." Din wrapped the distressed child in his cape; the temperature on Corvus drops very quickly once the sun lowers on the horizon. The tunic Grogu wears is much too light. "Grogu? Who is 'her'? Ahsoka?" The boy shook his head then pointed up, whimpering. "Yuno, where is mistress Ahsoka?" The boys gave him two shrugs again. "Find her and Master Luke." A pair of nods answered him and the boys almost chased after each other at his order.

"My lord?"

"Council…"

"Call me Aylith. Please." The highest official of Mandalore, second only to Din Djarin took a seat beside him on the ramp. Aylith peered into the cape and gave Grogu a surprised smile when the boy wrapped his tiny fingers around hers when she stroked the back of his hand. "Has he been like this before?"

An exhausted shake of the head is what he gave her. "I really don't know what's happening."

"Where was he before today?"

"I didn't want to know…to keep them both safe."

"That was wise." Aylith looks at Din glad that the man allowed her to sit with her. "It's getting late, my lord. Both of you need some rest."

"Right. Might as well." A deep weary sigh escaped from Din as he got up from the ramp. A pair of hands steadied him as he wavered on his feet. Din moved away from her as quickly as he could. "I'm sorry…"

"It's okay, my lord. Get some rest."

"Will I see you tomorrow? To show you the carbon freezing device..."

"Yes." She nodded. "Good night, Ma..."

"Din." He activated the ramp control when they cleared it. The Mantis began its lock down procedure.

"Ah yes…" Aylith gave Din a pleased smile; it was quite charming. "Goodnight…Din." The new ruler of Mand'alor gave her a parting nod as he flew up with his foundling. Aylith looked up one more time. Her head tilts as she recalls something before Din Djarin left…did he chuckle?

~(o.o)~

"We're almost there, buddy. I know you're tired too." Din patted Grogu and he felt happy when the boy clutched his arm a little tighter. Father and son landed right at Din's cottage where a group of people were waiting for them.

"Din."

Ahsoka has a look on her face that Din didn't like. "What is it?"

"We need Grogu." She held out her arms to the boy.

"Why? Hey..!" If Din did not grab Grogu the boy would have fallen as he struggled to get out of the cloak and leaped into Ahsoka's waiting arms. "Be careful, kid!"

"Something is happening."

"Tell me."

"It's the Force, my lord." Luke Skywalker removed and folded his cloak before he took a seat on the ground placing it beside him.

"We need to mind meld." With Grogu in her arms Ahsoka sits on the courtyard pavement beside Luke Skywalker.

"Now? Here?" All Din could do was sigh in helplessness.

"Yes, you included." The Togruta impatiently patted the space beside her.

"Why didn't I feel anything?" Din groaned in relief as he sits cross-legged to Ahsoka's left, "Shouldn't I know about this?"

"You are still recovering; your aura has not fully regenerated." Ahsoka sat Grogu on Luke's cloak, completing the circle. "For now I suggest you don't use your abilities, my lord?"

"Great." Grogu seemed relaxed, thought Din, so he totally settled down. "Anyway, I might not have any juice left."

"No need to exert anything." Ahsoka nodded at him. "Let us do the work."

Din followed what Ahsoka taught him about meditation; regulate the breath and clear his thoughts. His body and mind welcomed the rest hoping it could leach away…

But his thoughts went back to what he did at the brig; force choking the guard. It scared the other Mandalorians. Din could almost taste their fear and he never knew that that emotion has a sour taste to it somehow it helped him calm down. He found a little bit of clarity to release the sentry and after the others checked the winded man seemed okay. He sent everyone out but Luke Skywalker and Ahsoka while he was still reeling at the effort to tame the emotion.

The familiar presence of Ahsoka in his psyche comforted Din. He could feel two other presences that he assumed would be Luke and Grogu. Together the four of them were shown a place; it's a planet so dark and uninviting. He sensed there were people there. Their aura is full of malice and evil. Din suddenly wanted to leave the circle, take Grogu away and find a place in the galaxy where no one would locate the little boy.

Steady, Din. You can do this. Ahsoka's firm grip stopped him from bolting out.

The Force took them to the equatorial region of that dark planet, to one of the barren wastelands dotted with volcanic fissures. An entrance to one of the semi-active craters goes deep into a cavern…

Din frowns. What is that? Ahsoka, can you see it? Ahsoka? Din looks around. He stopped moving and he stands on a black igneous path. No one is with him in that cavern. He looks up and around; it is vast and seemed to go on forever going darker the farther it goes. Where is it? Din shook his head. Something is wrong with his ears. The sound seemed to be muted. One click and the helmet amplified the ambient sound. Din turned swiftly around at a scuffling movement, blaster ready.

Cautiously, he approached what seemed to be a lava tube branching to the right. The cavern is riddled with it. He could feel…a presence there… it's not far away. Din tensed at what seemed to be an amused chortle…it bounced around the jagged walls.

The Mandalorian rapidly replaced the blaster with the darksaber. The light from the weapon illuminated a gray surrounding…he turned the edge of the weapon towards…

They say when you gaze long into the abyss…

The abyss opened its red blazing eyes.

~(0.0)~

Chapter 26: THE WITCH

Summary:

A/N: I love the story of Din Djarin and Grogu. Also I am writing this because of the force of my inspiration Pedro Pascal and not for monetary gain. I have spoken. This is the way!

1 : Yuno, Din's attendant would look like kid on the side of the road from Season 2 Episode 15-The Believer.

2: On Pinterest see Din Djarin's cute cottage in Calodan under the name Acer Wolfe at Silver Moon Inuyoukai board. You can also see the picture of the Mantis, Din's new vehicle.

Kindly leave a review to bolster my confidence and muse and tell me what you think. Thank you!

~(o.o)~

CHAPTER 26

PADAWAN

THE WITCH

Din Djarin opened his eyes with a hoarse cry; gasping as if he had come up for air from being under water for so long. The abrupt sound surprised the other three in the circle.

"Din? Hey Din, calm down." Din flinched from Ahsoka's touch. "It's me. I didn't mean to surprise you." It startled Ahsoka when Din grabbed her arm.

"Where am I?"

"Here. You've been here, with us." Ahsoka looks back at Luke and Grogu.

"All this time?" The inside of his helmet feels very warm and his face drips with sweat.

"Yes!" Ahsoka looks at him closely, eyes moving all over him, reading him. "What's wrong?"

"I…I don't know." Din calmed down a little when Ahsoka returned the grip.

"Did something happen?" Ahsoka frowns, she's worried at Din's breathing.

"I don't know." He blinks but still Din is having difficulty seeing from the sweat that dripped in his eyes.

"Was it the mind meld?"

"I..I…don't…"

"Mistress Ahsoka, let me take the Mand'alor to his room."

"Okay." Ahsoka frowns, something is really not right but she allowed Skywalker to help Din stand.

"Grogu, stay with Ahsoka, okay?"

"He'll be safe with me, Din." Din gave her a nod of thanks while Grogu looks on, confused as his teacher helps his father in the cottage. "He'll be okay, Grogu." With a smile, Ahsoka held out her arms to the little boy. The boy grunts but she knows the boy doesn't buy it.

-o-0-o-

The Jedi grasps his padawan's arm to steady him. Luke Skywalker could feel the strength of the man even as he slightly stumbles.

He had known of Din Djarin. He had heard many things about the man.

As far as Mandalorians go this man is one of the strongest people he had met. He could feel the strength of this man's core. This man spent all of his life learning the deadly arts of killing and keeping himself alive. His expertise is the art of survival and his reputation precedes him as one of the extremely efficient bounty hunters Luke had ever known.

Din Djarin even has the bragging rights for battling a dark stormtrooper and an Imperial officer….no easy feats. And not only that, in the aftermath of his battle with said imperial officer he acquired an ancient sword that gave him the right to rule his people as their king.

Now the man seemed to have better recovered, he's walking straight. A gesture told Luke that he can let go but Luke continues to observe his anxious student. What was he trying to ward off when he broke away from the mind meld?

The Mandalorian swung around peering through the white curtains; he got there in time to see Ahsoka bring Grogu to her own cottage. "Wait here. I have to…." In a hurry, Din went behind a large folding screen by the dining area then something was placed on the table; something metallic and heavy…

The Jedi was stunned. Before that he heard the unmistakable hiss of pressurized air. He took it off? "Din…' Concerned, the Jedi tentatively stepped to the screen, 'Are you okay?" Luke didn't get any answer but felt the emotion pouring out from Din Djarin. "I want to help." Nothing. Luke felt something intense had happened to the man. The Jedi concentrated his thought to Din Djarin, hoping to assess how…

"Skywalker…" came the voice after a few minutes passed, "Come."

Luke was taken aback when he stepped around the screen and stopped. "Apologies, Mand'alor…!" The Jedi swiftly backed away, eyes averted.

"No! It's…fine. You've seen me before." Without the helmet Din Djarin's voice is clear and well modulated.

Luke shrugs. That makes sense but…."Are you certain?" Luke went back.

"Yeah." A single nod. The Mand'alor rests both arms on the back of the dining chair.

"You took it off. Why?"

"To remove a weakness." Din seems to ponder on the shiny helmet in front of him

"Ah."

"I…you might think I'm mad but something happened to me during the mind meld." Din straightened up and a pair of rich brown eyes looked directly at Luke Skywalker.

This is the second time has seen the man without his helmet. The first time was on the bridge of that imperial cruiser. It was a brief meeting and Luke's focus was more on bringing the boy to a safe place.

On that bridge, Grogu was asking something of the man. The boy keeps saying 'See you…want see you….' in broken standard, his tiny hand held out to the warrior.

To the helmet.

The Mandalorian tensed, only at first, but the man lifted that helmet up and off. It was then Luke realized a heart-wrenching truth: it's the first and the last time the boy would see the face of his father. It felt terrible taking the boy from his parent but the little ones life is in danger. There's no other option at that time.

The Jedi learned about the strange practice of Din Djarin's covert of not showing their faces not even to other Mandalorians. It was then he fully understood how significant that moment was for Grogu. Din Djarin grew up with that rule inculcated into every one in their covert. Luke had also heard and learned about other things that were unsettling to the Jedi. He wonders if the man before him knows things about his covert's history.

It's easy to tell how removing the helmet is still very much uncomfortable for the Mandalorian, frightening even, but Din Djarin is exerting a tremendous amount of control not to slam that bucket back onto his head.

Din is much older than Luke's 29 years; the ruler of Mandalore might be about in his early or mid-thirties. Women would likely define him as ruggedly handsome with a full head of wavy brown hair. The said hair which is right now kind of unruly from removing the headgear. Luke could only feel a stab of envy; his mop of straight blond hair would look ghastly if it got askew like that. Life is sometimes unfair.

A well groomed dark mustache and sparse beard frame Din Djarin's finely shaped lips which are now a little tense at Luke's scrutiny. "Pardon, my lord…."

"That's…' Din shook his head. "I need to…get used to this." Din gestures at his uncovered head. The man took a deep breath. "Sit. Please. I need to share what happened."

Luke took the opposite chair, his back to the door. The man noticed and nodded in approval as he pulled out his own chair across from the Jedi. His back straight, Luke waits for the man to compose his thoughts.

But before he sat down Din took off the jet pack, leaning it on the wall. Then he angled the chair so it faces the fire. "What do you know of witches?" He finally asked after he got comfy in his seat.

"Witches?" Luke raised his brows.

"Witches." Din raised the pitcher towards Luke, offering him some cold water but the Jedi shook his head.

"They're users of magic. Powerful. They come from…"

"Dathomir." Din finished before he took a drink from his cup.

"Yes." Luke nodded, surprised. "How…?"

"I was, for want of a better word, taken…"

The Jedi went wide-eyed at Din's words. "Taken?" The Mand'alor nodded. "Din, was that where you were during the mind-meld?"

The man settles back into the hard chair. "I was hoping you'd tell me…"

-o-0-o-

'Ahsoka! Where are you? Ahsoka! Do you hear me?' Din looks up. His several attempts to reach the Force and Ahsoka have failed. Do mind melds happen like this? Din is confused and a little alarmed. The first mind meld he had was like watching a holo; he knew it was from his memory. But how could he feel heat and smell the hint of sulfur if this is…'Where's Ahsoka?'

'I don't know any Ah-soh-kah.' The person drawls. The female pats the beast she's riding and it let her down to the ground. Another pat and the animal got up and lumbered a little ways to the back of the cavern. The ground trembled when the creature sat. Its crimson eyes watches Din's every move.

The female walks slowly toward him, long dark skirt shimmering in every step. 'But you just got here! Are you tired of my company already?'

'Who are you?' Din reached for his blaster…the animal, twice the size of a mudhorn, snarls, displaying its razor sharp teeth, claws splayed out on the dirt. Din readies the dark saber instead and takes on a fighting pose, lips curled.

"Stop growling, both of you!" The female swept down the deep cowl from her head where it uncovers platinum hair and parted the long heavy veil to the sides of her face. 'Don't make sudden moves so he,' she nods to the creature, 'doesn't chomp on you.' She continued to shorten the distance between them. The look she gives him makes him uneasy; for sure that behind the seductive grin hides some lethal skills.

'Where's Ahsoka?' Din blinks, feeling dazed. It feels like he's in a 'vapor den'; drug dens where the drug is pumped in mist form instead of ingesting or smoking. Din almost lost a very high value quarry in that den when he got accidentally intoxicated. The detoxification process took him one week. It was painful.

'There's no Ahsoka here. It's just you….and me.' Her clear voice said. She did something; sweeping her hand in front of her. 'Let me look at you.'

The Mandalorian tries to fight back the rising anxiety, 'What's this? What did you do to me?'

The female seemed to be assessing him seriously. She stands before him, playing with the long red sash around her hips; boldly eyeing him from head to foot. She moves with grace; taking her time to go around him…touching his armor, his body.

Din also studies her up close: on the ornate lines etched on her pale skin and silvery lines on her smooth face, enhancing the fine-boned shape of it. She is beautiful, Din hated to admit that. Is she one of those sith? He wonders.

'Don't insult me, Mandalorian. I would rather fling myself in molten lava than be mistaken for a sith.'

'So, what are you?'

'You'll know…'

'Give me your name.'

'Oh, so demanding.' The female snorted her disdain to his command, 'Fine. Call me Kalon of Dathomir.'

-o-0-o-

"My lord," Luke interrupted midway in the story, "my apologies…."

"Skywalker, stop being so formal," Din sits a little lower in the chair, sipping water. "Say what you want to say." Din gestures they are equals.

Luke nodded, "Dathomir, you say?"

"Yes, does it ring a bell?"

The Jedi shook his head slowly, a deep frown on his face. "Yes, it does. I think you have encountered one of the powerful ones."

"Why do you say that?"

"You said you were taken. Yes, these witches are powerful but to take someone from a mind meld…" the Jedi shook his head in awe. "Ahsoka and I didn't even notice!"

-o-0-o-

'What do you want from me?' The only answer he got from Kalon was a wink. Din tried again to loosen whatever fetter she puts him into. He tried flexing his muscles, expanding his chest. 'You're a bounty hunter…'

She laughed, 'You are no less warm than when you began.'

Din's jaws are getting tired from being clenched tight, her word games are wearying. 'Do you want to hire my services?'

'No.' Kalon clicks her fingers, 'but you gave me an idea. I'm curious.' She murmured slowly. 'Who is the man behind the mask?'

He caught his breath; he struggles to keep calm as she leans to him. 'No!'

'It's our secret.' The woman whispered, gave the opaque visor a kiss right where his mouth should be.

'Don't!' He snarled, angry at himself but she pulled him to her without any resistance from him.

'Too late.' From the inside of the helmet he could only look in horror as the beskar slowly lifts. Up it went…and he was exposed. Naked. His helmet cooled skin is assaulted by the warm air from the cavern. The air feels rough and tiny goosebumps had broken out from his face, his eyes begin to smart. 'Oh my…' she breathed, a big pleased smile on her face. 'Why are you hiding behind that cold bucket, ner mesh'la cyar'ika, hm?'

'Don't call me that.' Din jerked his face away from her touch.

'Why not? It fits.' It was useless; she grabs his face in both hands and made him face her.

'Let me go.' Din grated between clenched teeth, eyes hard as beskar.

'What you mustn't do is shave your beard.' She runs her fingers on the stubble. 'I like it."

'What do you want?'

'You know, you are lucky. Most travelers who come here would be consumed a long time ago…you're still here. You're not a Jedi, are you?'

'I'm no Jedi.' 'Consumed'? Fed to her pet? That hulking monster?

'Good. But….hmm,' she leans some more, her lips inches from him. Din quickly averts his face. 'You are something better.'

'What do you want?' Din's tone becomes even more strained every time she fails to reply to that question.

'How is Grogu?'

'Wh-what?' She cupped his face and gazed into his eyes. 'What do you want from him?' Shit. Another one.

And then Kalon of Dathomir gained access to his mind.

Din is taken aback, having never had this experience happen to him. She opened his psyche like opening and lowering the ramp of the Razor Crest and now she's strolling freely in its aisle; touching the walls, the equipment, opening the weapons locker, so to speak, scrutinizing every item. She went to his supply boxes opening containers in and around his head, sorting through his memory. The Mandalorian has no idea something like this could happen or that is happening to him right now. Kalon's glowing gray eyes locks him in place. 'Hm?' she sounded like she forgot his question, 'Oh, nothing really. I like him. Cute kid.'

'Then what are you looking for?'

'Shh. Just relax.' She whispers softly, in a way to calm him. 'It'll be over soon.'

'Over?' Din controls his breathing as he tries to free from whatever unseen bond she wraps him into. 'What will you do to me?'

Back in his psyche Kalon is now climbing up the cockpit ladder and into the command hub of his mind. The woman sat in his chair and began to pull up memories , information and even star charts.

'The question is, what do you want me to do to you?' Perfect rows of teeth flashed from behind luscious dark lips, 'I'm not gonna hurt you. Don't worry…ah, there it is.' Kalon held Din's head firmly as her gray eyes glowed further. The pupils suddenly dilated.

'What?' Din couldn't stop her when her lips caught his. What's happening? The Mandalorian was shocked that he responded to her. This is not me.

'Delightful…' she bit her lip again when she let go of Din's lips, 'I've never had a Mandalorian before…' she gushed in delight.

'Had? What do you mean? Killed? Tortured?' He gritted.

-o-0-o-

Luke stares at the Mand'alor who has now put his feet up and has slid a little low on his own chair. "Din…what did she want? Did she tell you?"

Din nodded slowly, eyes far away, "Yes."

Luke placed both arms on the table, clasping his hands tight. "What is it?"

-o-0-o-O-o-0-o-

ner mesh'la cyar'ika – my handsome darling.

ner – my

mesh'la — beautiful, handsome

cyar'ika - darling, beloved, sweetheart

Chapter 27: TAKEN

Summary:

A/N: I love the story of Din Djarin and Grogu. Also I am writing this because of the force of my inspiration Pedro Pascal and not for monetary gain. I have spoken. This is the way!

1 : Yuno, Din's attendant would look like kid on the side of the road from Season 2 Episode 15-The Believer.

2: On Pinterest see Din Djarin's cute cottage in Calodan under the name Acer Wolfe at Silver Moon Inuyoukai board. You can also see the picture of the Mantis, Din's new vehicle.

Kindly leave a review to bolster my confidence and muse and tell me what you think. Thank you!

~(o.o)~

CHAPTER 27

TAKEN

Earlier in the Mantis brig:

"Din?" Ahsoka stands between Din Djarin and the Mandalorians. Cobalt blue eyes scan the man before her as she take a step forward, a calming hand held out towards her soon to be former student. "It's okay." Ahsoka looked over, to the one who laid a hand on her shoulder.

"But he's…there's something around him…like a…a heat signature…a 'flame'?" Aylith checks her visor's display. "You all see it too?" The woman was shocked when all nodded that she's not alone.

"That is the Force." The Mandalorians look at each other, a few steps back. "I'll be fine." Ahsoka took another step until she's by his side. "Din?"

"Ahsoka, who did this?" Din whispers, voice downcast. Bo Katan lies on her side, feet together, hands loosely crossed over her chest, eyes half open.

"I'm also at a loss." Ahsoka gave Din a consoling squeeze on the shoulder when Din sighed in frustration. "I'm sorry, Din."

"Mand'alor…" Everyone tensed when Din swung around, the 'flame' surrounding him blazes out.

"It's okay…" Ahsoka called out to the others, a hand out to calm but placed her other hand on her saber.

"Everyone step out."

"But…." One of the clan leaders began to protest. "I will not leave!"

"Do as the Mand'alor says!" Aylith gestures to the exit.

"You will stay, councilwoman. You and mistress Ahsoka must do an ocular autopsy. Luke Skywalker will question the guards and others who have been here at the time of the death."

"Ocular autopsy?!" The same Mandalorian male spoke up again, getting agitated.

"They will strip her down and look for any noticeable signs of puncture, ligature or blunt force wounds on the body." Din pointed at Bo Katan. "They have to take the opportunity while not many people have trodden on evidence, when not many people have had access to touch and remove items of importance."

Aylith nodded. "I agree. Time is of the essence here. We should do it while her death is not long past."

"Let the councilwoman and mistress Tano do their job." Din told the reluctant Mandalorians slowly and firmly. The leaders back down when the Mand'alor's power flares higher.

"We apologize, Mand'alor."

"Wait. What's your name?"

"Alrich Wren." The man removed his helmet. "Bo Katan is my aliit."

"Your loss is Mandalore's loss." Din was joined by the others, bowing their heads in respect. "We will try to find the perpetrator."

"My lord, house Wren and Kryze apologizes for the incident that happened to your foundling and his teacher." The man solemnly bowed to his new king. "I, her father, was the one who apprehended and disarmed her."

"Then I would task you to discover what her motives were."

The man quickly masked his surprise, bowing respectfully. "You honor my house, Manda'lor."

"The last time Bo Katan and I saw each other I yielded the Dark Saber to her more than once so I do not understand why she would do this."

"Is that so?" Alrich Wren gasped. The man raised a surprised brow again then he had that lost look. The man is trying his hardest to control his grief. "But the Dark Saber could only belong to its rightful owner through combat. You. You have earned the sword and more. Nevertheless, I admire your magnanimity, my lord. But still, this is beyond comprehension."

"Come to me with whatever you find. And one more thing," The Mandalorians stopped filing out. "The Calodan are uneasy with us here. These people are peace-loving. They made me in-charge of their safety. Again, do not scare or intimidate them."

"We comply, Mand'alor." Before he settled the helmet back to his head the man sent his daughter a solemn look and walked out with a stiff back. The rest of the clan representatives followed him.

"And I will take to the task you have entrusted me."

"I hope I did not put you in a spot, Skywalker."

Luke stepped away from the corner and accepted Din's handshake, "Certainly not, my lord, this concerns my padawan therefore I am involved as well."

"I will be up at the bridge if you need me." With a deep sigh Din turned to the two women after Luke left.

The women took bracing deep breaths, nodded to each other after Din slid the door close. "Let's straighten her first…" Aylith whispered. "There are many layers…"

"Yes," Ahsoka nodded as she helps Aylith turn the body in its back. "I'm aware."

Aylith turned to the Togruta in surprise. "Oh? You have experience?"

"Oh yes, with Din."

Aylith's hands froze on lifting off Bo Katan's flack vest, the Togruta gave her a knowing smile, "Oh…I see…"

"Yeah, you know, when you're in a hurry..."

"Uh, in a…in a hurry…?" Inside the helmet Aylith went wide-eyed in shock.

"I didn't get to remove everything just the bottom part, but it did the trick."

"Oh! I…the…the bottom part…" It suddenly felt very warm under Aylith's collar. She pointed when Ahsoka was looking for something. "Uh…the-there's a hidden button at the overlap…"

Ahsoka reached under and found the clasp. "Got it! You okay?"

"Uh…yeah…I'm okay." Aylith lied, the helmet feels hot...or her face, maybe?

Once the flack vest had been detached the tight-fitting jump suit was easy to remove.

"Bo Katan is still warm." Ahsoka looks up in surprise at the Mandalorian female.

"So the crime happened not long ago."

"Yes. Any unusual markings on her?"

Aylith slowly panned her helmet along the body; head to toe, right to left. "Nothing."

"Let's turn her over, okay?" Ahsoka nodded to the body. The Mandalorian woman did the same scanning procedure.

"Easy now." Ahsoka laid a hand on the woman when she shook her head and looked a little unsteady.

"The fan's busted." Aylith frowned. She pulled off her helmet gasping when her head emerged from it. "There's nothing on her. I will go up and report our finding to the Mand'alor." They put Bo Katan in her flight suit again and lifted her up to the low shelf that serves as a bed in the brig. After Ahsoka said a short prayer for her friend she and Aylith parted ways.

-o-0-o-

Ahsoka's Cottage:

Ahsoka smoothed the edge of the blanket and placed two pillows on the made up bed by the fireplace. "Why thanks for helping, Grogu. That's great." She smiled at her new student who pulled the other end of the sheet sparing Ahsoka of fixing that area. "Come on, hop in." She patted one of the pillows. "Long day, huh?" Yawning, the boy let Ahsoka remove his tunic. There was a bittersweet smile on her lips as she folds the boy's clothes, she remembers the Jedi uniform she was issued but refused to wear at the academy. Grogu yawned and lay tummy down on the cushion.

"Hm? Wait." The Togruta raised a brow. "What did you say?" But the boy quickly drifted off to sleep and she couldn't read his thoughts anymore. 'Who, Grogu? Grogu?'What the boy said put a deep crease on Ahsoka's brow. What was that?

Ahsoka lay down beside Grogu, hands folded on her midriff and thought of the woman who used to rule Mandalore. How did she die? Who killed someone who is as skilled a fighter as Bo Katan? Ahsoka laid an arm across her forehead. Bo would have fought her attacker to the death.

With a tired sigh Ahsoka tried to do some meditation as she would always do before bed but her thoughts would come back to what happened in the afternoon. While Aylith climbed up to the bridge to deliver the report to Din and secure his permission to transport Bo Katan's remains to the primary ship, Ahsoka quickly met up with Luke but his talks with the Mandalorians didn't produce any positive results either. No one has seen anything and no one has been near or in that brig since the guards closed that cell door. They were willing to submit the recording from their visors. Besides, the interrogation has not yet begun according to one of the Mandalorians who were part of the investigation and trial panel.

Why did Bo attack the X-wing? Why help Din then betray him later on? It doesn't make sense. Nothing's matching up.

Something is not right. Ahsoka sighed and closed her eyes.

-o-0-o-

Din's Cottage:

Luke Skywalker has nothing to say except shake his head. "Isn't there any other option?"

Din Djarin meets his eyes and gave him a shrug. "You can find me somebody who battled someone like that and won."

"That is a good idea, my lord."

Din snorted softly. "Skywalker, it's not a dare and…" He grunted as he took his feet down from the chair. "Stop calling me that ridiculous title." The chair creaked as he stands. "Let's get some rest. I'm still not one hundred percent healed."

"Were you injured? From what?" Din told Luke an abbreviated version of the fight with Sumal and what he did to break his fall. Luke stands and looks on as the Mandalorian begins to shed his armor, arranging them neatly on the table. The Jedi notes that Din kept his blaster. "How long have you had your abilities, Din?"

"About more than one standard month."

"Wow." The Jedi could only blink. "You have come so far. That is quite impressive."

"Oh, Ahsoka doesn't think so. She just scolds me like a foundling." The two men exchanged a short chuckle.

"I will be here tomorrow in the morning, sir."

"Get some rest, Skywalker." The Mandalorian walks around the table, hand held out. "And thank you for bringing back my son."

-o-0-o-

Madalorian Cruiser:

When Din Djarin left with his son Aylith Hyru stayed for a moment by the Mantis deep in thought.

Mandalore has a new king.

The council woman took a deep breath out of relief. This, at least, is a piece of good news that she could take back and report to the anxious council. She's still upset at them at trying to use a weak excuse to make Din Djarin take the oath. What were they thinking? Aylith shook her head. Her plan was better but if the armorer had not intervened she'd have been a smoking carcass on this alien soil.

Aylith shivered and increased the temperature of her suit as her breath had fogged out. That reminds her; her helmet's malfunction. The Mand'alor said he'd try to fix it but her smile quickly faded. Better fix it yourself. The man seemed to have an ongoing relationship. Too bad, she liked the way his deep husky voice makes her feel inside, she sighed. Why were the strong ones always taken already?

Aylith stepped away from the Mantis to the clan leaders waiting for her outside her cruiser. "I am ready to leave. What is it?" The leaders look at each other.

-o-0-o-

The evening finally descended on half of the hemisphere of the planet Corvus. The temperature dropped five degrees lower to the regional city of Calodan so the guards manning the wall began their shift wearing their new uniform. The evening shift guards had on their new and warmer clothing for tactical and weather protection. And, the guards feel more confident patrolling the wall with their new weapons thanks to the extra supply brought by Sumal and his mercenaries.

The team leader is busy observing the new guests. The Mandalorians, the people of their commander in chief, as they were called seemed to be gathering by the other big ship. They all look serious now that they have taken off their helmets. The Calodan was expecting that they look alien but they all look like them. Human.

By the by they all trooped in the cruiser and the ship left the clearing and up into orbit. The team leader noted it all down. He would deliver the report tomorrow to their C-I-F.

"Lock the fort." The team leader of the first shift ordered his men.

-o-0-o-

Steaming blood slowly flow on the blackened ground as the herbivore ceased its struggle as it gave the last of its breath. Its heavy head fell on the ground with a small tremor. Blood from the tips of razor sharp teeth pattered on its dark hide. Its tongue swept clean the blood from its mouth.

"Don't eat it in one go, Muk." The creature halted from taking a big bite on the fallen plant-eater. "You don't want to overstay our welcome, you hear me?" The hulking creature grunted. Its sound didn't please the woman standing on a massive boulder. "I told you to hunt before we began our trip but you chose to sleep it off. Save some for later, understood?" Moonshine coming from biggest moon of whatever backward planet this is called turns her alabaster skin aglow, the curls and whorls of silvery ink tattooed on her arms stands out in the dark, gleaming. "We won't stay long. I'll just get what I came here for." The woman swept aside the veil on her face and turned her attention back in the distance; to the city sitting on a slight rise in the wide valley. From this height she could see some ships parked outside the city. As one of them takes off she follows it with her eyes until the craft was but a pinpoint in the sky. "Hm, interesting, Muk." The woman crossed her arms, pale hair flowing in the breeze. She closed her eyes, head tilted up. When she opened them a wry smile curved on her lips. "Oh, a mystery…." She drawled, almost crooning.

-o-0-o-

Chapter 28: NO TIME

Summary:

A/N: I love the story of Din Djarin and Grogu. Also I am writing this because of the force of my inspiration Pedro Pascal and not for monetary gain. I have spoken. This is the way!

1 : Yuno, Din's attendant would look like kid on the side of the road from Season 2 Episode 15-The Believer.

2: On Pinterest see Din Djarin's cute cottage in Calodan under the name Acer Wolfe at Silver Moon Inuyoukai board. You can also see the picture of the Mantis, Din's new vehicle.

Kindly leave a review to bolster my confidence and muse and tell me what you think. Thank you!

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PADAWAN

CHAPTER 28

NO TIME

"What the hell?!" Aylith Hyru wanted to scream in rage but all she could do is look at the three people in front of her and blurt out a controlled expletive. "Why didn't you tell me this sooner, Mand'alor?"

Din leans on the veranda sill. The man made a soft sound, like a smirk. "There was no need."

"NO need?!" Aylith slammed her fist on the table. "NO need?! Mand'alor, you could have been hurt!"

"That was not what she wanted."

"Not what she wanted? What?" The breath she took sounded as if she's about to explode. I can't believe this…!

Din shook his head, "All I can say is that she was in control."

"So," Her hands were shaking a little from an anger that's bubbling up. "Will she do it again?"

"I have no words to assure you." Din's answer to her was a shrug as he reached the other end of the veranda.

"She is that powerful to take you while under the mind meld…" Ahsoka frowns, gesturing. "But you were able to come back…"

"And I don't even know how I got out of it."

"Din, I forgot to tell you that these witches use the dark side of the force to use magic. It's called a mind-trick." Luke Skywalker took something from his robe and placed it on the table.

"Force! They're force users, too?" Aylith blurted. She turned her head away; it was hard not to feel a bite of jealousy when Din leaned on the wall beside the Togruta.

"They could be as well if they want to." Luke shrugged to Aylith's question.

"Well, she was pissed when I thought that she might be a sith."

"Yes, she would…"Luke clicks open a holo puck. "This information is the latest download from my mother's library during my visit about a year ago. The witches had a long and turbulent history. They're usually women…"

"In the coven?" Ahsoka turns for a moment as she busies herself by scanning it quickly.

"On the whole planet. Ruled by them." Luke sweeps his hand over the holographic globe. "There are men too but they're there for a different purpose."

"As slaves? Labor force?"

"Uh…donors, my lord."

Ahsoka frowns, "Huh? Donors?"

"Err…you wouldn't like it."

"For what?" Din's jaw is as hard as beskar when the Jedi from Tatooine felt awkward all of a sudden. It is possible to ransack Luke's thoughts to get a fast answer but he might not like what he'll find there.

"For reproduction." They almost leaned close to Luke. The man could barely say the last word.

"Shit."

"Uh, what?" Good ears or not Ahsoka was shocked. The page scrolled and she was shocked again to read what Luke said.

"This is fucking ridiculous." Din turned around, not caring whether Grogu heard him or not.

Aylith thanked the helmet again for hiding her burning face. "You were lucky you escaped, Mand'alor…"

"That is what she wants from him?" Aghast, Ahsoka straightens up with a deep frown.

"I don't have time for this." He grabs the spear from the wall. "I need to get out of here." Din mutters. His heavy footsteps crunch the pebbles on the path,

Din Djarin seethes in rage and disgust, he doesn't need this ridiculous situation heaped on him on top of other more pressing concerns he is attending to: the killer of Bo Katan has to be brought to justice, the Calodan security force needs training and from what the two Jedi told him a trouble is brewing in the Force. .

He didn't want this leadership. He didn't want the attention, the throne or the title.

He just wants to be here in Calodan, to help train these people, to go back to bounty hunting on the side now that he has a ship.

But most of all….

As the long Beskar spear slid in its holder on his back, the sound reminded him of something; his purpose. He looks at his son: they should be spending time together, doing things together. As his father he should be training him in the Mandalorian arts.

"Grogu!" Din went down on one knee, clapped to get the kid's attention and held his arms out. The boy stopped playing in the sand pit, his new project half way done. Amused, Din thinks it kinda look like the Razor Crest. Grogu slowly stood wondering, a question in his eyes. Din nodded at the quiet inquiry. "Let's go kid!" The boy gasped. Then shrieking in delight, the boy took off running and jumps into his father's arms.

-o-0-o-

"Did I hear it right?" Ahsoka finally turns to Luke, she still couldn't believe it. Din had left them in anger. "Why him of all people?"

"The woman doesn't seem to be an ordinary witch. She might or might not be targeting Din for that purpose."

"Oh? Why do you think so?" The Mandalorian woman sounded relieved.

"If she just wanted Din as a donor...uh...uh...consort then she could've taken him but he said she walked inside his head."

"Walked?" Aylith shook her head, feeling some stiffness at the back of her neck. Ah! Damn it! All of this is hard to take!

"She was looking for something. I think she stumbled upon us during the mind meld…." Luke replaced Din on pacing the veranda. His clothes today are from his home planet fit for this kind of weather better than his all black outfit.

"So she grabbed Din because he was 'weak' in the force that time, is that what you're thinking?"

"Plausible theory." Luke stopped pacing, "the question is-who is she looking for?"

"The two of you…Jedi!" Ahsoka and Luke turned to the bare-headed councilwoman. "Enough of this! The Mand'alor is my responsibility. He is not yours. If something happens to him I will hold both of you responsible. You will answer to all of us. Nothing must happen to him. Understand me?"

"Hm." Luke Skywalker turned to Ahsoka with raised brows. The Mandalorian woman left them n barely controlled anger.

"That escalated quickly since yesterday." The Togruta's narrowed eyes are still focused on where the Mandalorian official stood.

"Because they are in trouble."

-o-0-o-

Aylith Hyru has been feeling a little out of sorts health-wise: She had slept late.

Last night, as soon as she landed on the battleship she went straight to the coms center. The flight suit feels sticky on her skin and the refresher sounds so inviting but…haar'chak! She might be first chair in the council but she answers to the body to report what happened at Calodan. She was ordered, not told, not to delay this report for she was given only a few days to accomplish her mission.

Aylith had sat in many tense council and clan meetings listening and participating in debates and arguments for hours until she grew tired of the insults. Violence would regularly break out right in the council hall and in various coverts and clans. People have either died or injured and each clan would launch retaliation to each other.

Things were getting dangerously complicated at the home world. They need to desperately find and secure the leadership and the creed. The council had to act fast before events go out of hand.

Mandalore cannot fall again.

But how?

Then like a miracle someone came forth bearing unbelievable news.

They have a king.

-o-0-o-

The irritating meeting with the council took more than two hours thanks to one member who insists on getting every detail. Ah! It's exasperating! Had he tagged along then he wouldn't be in need of detail!

Aylith was almost dragging her feet when she finally got back to her own stateroom. For now each clan had agreed to a ceasefire but they need solid proof or else…

She forgot about the time difference between Mandalore and Corvus, she berated herself as she hands her armor and helmet for repair to a droid. After a quick shower she fell in bed from sheer exhaustion but she had a small smile on her lips as she dozed off.

She almost blasted the message console when it beeped. Eyes half-shut and puffy from sleep she surfaced from under her blanket and blinked at the words on the machine.

It's from Din Djarin!

She reads: Come quickly. Don't tell anyone. She looked at the words for a few more moments, her lips forming a slow smile. An uncharacteristic sound of half gasp and squeal came from her as she hurried and grabbed a new flight suit and under clothes. Using the illumination from various tiny pilot lights from the chamber she got suited up in the semi-dark.

She quickly took to the skies instead of firing up her personal craft thanking the gods that she didn't bump into anyone in the hallways. There's a small smile on her lips when she landed at the front of the Mand'alor's cottage. She was baffled and was very much confused to find Din wasn't alone. For the first time the woman in her felt a bite of jealousy when the Togruta came out of the cottage.

He's taken. He's taken, don't forget that. That's against Mandalorian moral precept.

-o-0-o-

Gritting her teeth, the councilwoman looked around and left the two jedi. She felt out of her depth in their discussion, anyway. Instead she followed Din Djarin's footsteps. It looks like he's on his way to the…there he is! Far off, Aylith spotted Din's helmet moving to the gate and she hurried to catch up. Ah! He's goddamn fast!

"Mand'alor…"

"Councilwoman."

"Where…where are you going?"

"Attention!"

When he saw the Mandalorian the governor has a big smile on his face. "Commander! Good morning! Look, the teams are ready for inspection. Bow! Bow!" The older man gestures. The security team joined the governor in the traditional Mando'an bow.

"Good that you're all here. Governor, there'll be some changes."

"Changes?" Gov. Wing looks at Din and the Mandalorian woman. "What do you mean, Commander?"

"This is sudden. I have assigned someone to teach you today." Din smirks as he points behind the group. Instantly the team got a little agitated, excited murmurs rose up when they saw who is coming.

"Are they all here?" The armorer stepped beside Din. "You should go, Mand'alor. Your ship is ready. I will take care of things for now."

"Go? Wait! Where do you go, Mand'alor?" Aylith removed her helmet. The effing helmet's on the blink again!

"To my ship." Din stops to look at Aylith. The woman's fear and anxiety is back stronger than before. Although they never told him the Mandalorians are one step away from an internecine war, again…and not even the council has the power to stop it. Why? Their own clans were involved in the hostilities as well. They never would have come after him with the ten clan leaders if not to impress and show a fake united front.

They are quite desperate.

Din smirked. Ah…it now makes sense why Bo Katan stolidly refused the saber. Din remembers the way she looked at the weapon, the way she was lusting to get her hands on it. Oh yes, she wanted it badly but she's smarter than that. She had learned her lesson. Bo Katan knew even she could stop the clan fighting. She lost the Dark Saber twice, her sister died, an outsider killed the previous Mand'alor and took the saber.

"B-but…."

"One moment councilwoman," Din turned to the security people. "I present to you our clan leader. She is also our armor and weapons forger. She is the best among us and our fiercest fighter."

"Master…master Djarin, will you be back?"

Din chuckled then nodded. "Of course governor, as I said yesterday I will not renege on my word but the needs of my son come first."

"The boy is clan." The armorer nodded to Grogu. "He is one of us."

"But he is Jedi."

The armorer turned to Aylith. "He began his life with the Jedi, yes, but he did not hesitate to save the life of Din Djarin. Therefore he is a Mandalorian."

"Governor, Councilwoman." Din bowed to the two leaders. "My son has come back. This is the first time we have seen each other in almost a month. My child deserves my attention. I have followed my clan leader to send him to the Jedi but the Force brought us back together. I would like to spend some time with him before I take on the burden of leadership on Calodan and Mandalore."

"What the Mand'alor said is true." Aylith took a deep breath. "Mandalorian children's needs supersede anything else."

The governor nods in understanding, his eyes on the tall woman in the golden helmet. "I'm happy to know that our cultures are the same. We also cherish and prioritize the needs of our children." He smiled at Din and nodded. "I'm pretty sure that we'll be in good hands. Thank you for finding us an excellent substitute."

"Thank you, governor. I am forever in your debt."

The leader beamed at Din. "You have saved us more than once. We are more than in debt to you, master Djarin."

"Mand'alor, where do you go?"

"My son and I will be going to…"

"Din Djarin…" the playful voice turned everyone's head. "why are you leaving without me?"

Din's blood turned cold.

-o-0-o-

Chapter 29: MAND'ALOR THE BEAST MASTER

Summary:

A/N: I love the story of Din Djarin and Grogu. Also I am writing this because of the force of my inspiration Pedro Pascal and not for monetary gain. I have spoken. This is the way!

1 : Yuno, Din's attendant would look like kid on the side of the road from Season 2 Episode 15-The Believer.

2: On Pinterest see Din Djarin's cute cottage in Calodan under the name Acer Wolfe at Silver Moon Inuyoukai board. You can also see the picture of the Mantis, Din's new vehicle.

Kindly leave a review to bolster my confidence and muse and tell me what you think. Thank you!

BTW, THIS SCENE AND STORY WAS WRITTEN WAY BEFORE THE BOOK OF BOBA FETT WAS AIRED. IT WAS ORIGINALLY POSTED AND UPDATED AT FANFICTION ON JANUARY 19, 2021 - https://www.fanfiction.net/s/13798696/29/PADAWAN

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PADAWAN

CHAPTER 29

MAND'ALOR THE BEAST MASTER

'Having the ability is meaningless if one doesn't possess the will.'

-Mandalorian Wisdom, True Mandalorians (FB)

The danger that comes from being a Mandalorian and bounty hunter is a normal part of life for Din Djarin. He had met all kinds of adversaries of various skills, some were paltry and some even with better skills than his yet none of them had gotten him this unsettled.

It shocked the battle-hardened man how a voice could bring this much dread.

There is a kind of fear that is so intense it makes the muscles vibrate like a stringed instrument. The sensation then travels deep inside the body and turn the internal organs into a knotted mess.

"Yuno…" As always the teen is just by his elbow; like his shadow, never far behind.

Yuno had to uncurl the boy's tiny fingers from the master's cloak. "Let go, Grogu!" Grogu starts to screech in protest; he didn't want to leave his father. "No, we have to go!" He and Jem ran to where Din pointed. As soon as they moved near the wall Yuno nodded to the Mandalorian.

Yuno took a deep breath when Din strode off. The teen copies Din's stance and squares his shoulders to look relaxed, confident. If I want to be a Mandalorian I have to do as he does. Be like him. This is the way!

-o-0-o-

"Last night? Din showed his face to you?" Ahsoka narrowed her eyes at her counterpart, strong arms crossed tight around her chest.

"Uh…." The Jedi pulled in an uncomfortable breath. He fully regrets that slip of the tongue. "Din….uh, I've already seen his face."

"When?"

"It was when I took Grogu." With a gulp the young Jedi looked away. "At…at Moff Gideon's ship…." Luke fiddled with the holo puck to avoid Ahsoka's accusing stare.

"Oh."

"Grogu wanted to see his face…. you must understand, lady Ahsoka his creed…"

Ahsoka presented the younger Jedi a glare as intense as an ignited light saber. "You don't need to remind me. I know about his creed and their laws."

Luke nodded respectfully then turned away. "I am sorry…huh? What's going on?" Luke went down the veranda and to the middle of the path. "What's happening?" There are people going past the guest cottage gate, shrieks of terror and panic in the air. "What's going on?"

Ahsoka gasps. "Din!"

-o-0-o-

"Din Djarin!" the playful voice turned everyone's head. "Why are you leaving without me?" The voice echoed around them….it bounced around the trees, it echoed at the wall of the fort and anywhere solid.

"Who-who said that?" Gov. Wing grabbed his tunic with shaking fingers. "Who is that?"

"Up here!"

A frightening looking creature landed with a big shake of the ground. Its size is bigger than the slow walking herbivore on Calodan. No one has seen this kind of animal on Calodan or on planet Corvus: it has grotesque limbs with terrifying looking claws for hands. It is hunched and its lumpy head sit between shoulders full of rippling muscle.

There was a collective pause. As soon as they found their wits the townsfolk scatter and run. The mothers turned around; they pick up their children and turned back into the fort as fast as their legs could run.

The security people readied themselves. The poor guys haven't had any formal training apart from their first day basic orientation from Din but they are going to defend their home from this threat ready or not.

The appearance of the beast was not the reason why the people got scared; well, the animal is scary as hell with its blood-red eyes but it was its rider that sent them in alarm: the woman rose up to the air and landed to the ground.

"Oh…by the goddess…" The elder shuffles towards Din, as scared as the people who are in a panic behind him.

"Goddess!" The pale woman raised her hands to the heavens in glee. "Ooh! I like that!"

"I'm not talking about you…." The elder hissed at the woman after making a religious gesture as if to ward her off. He almost grabbed Din's arm. "Wh-who is that, master Djarin?" The Mandalorian's arm shot out to the side holding him back.

"Just stay back, governor." Just like in the caverns when they first met Din stood still as Kalon of Dathomir stops in front of him. He is affected by her and not even a blaster held against him would make Din admit it. For some reason the thought angers him.

"Miss me?" She's amused as she taps the short whip on the side of her leg generously exposed in the high slit of her dress. The front is plunged low and Din had a momentary dirty thought of where else those silvery tattoos had been etched on that body.

The whip raised Din's chin up, "You can't talk to my leg, ner cyar'ika."

"What the hell did she say?"

"Oh, you didn't catch it?" Kalon raised a pale brow at Aylith. "I said…"

"Why are you here?" Din moved between the two women. "What do you want?"

"You," She gave him a throaty giggle, "Of course."

"What DO you want?"

"Where are we going?" The witch gave Din a charming pout, a slim finger traces the beskar chest plate.

"We?" The witch's pout lost its power; it failed to melt the man's icy core.

"I heard." Her mouth curved low even more because the Mandalorian plucked both her arms away from his waist as if they were disgusting and contaminated.

"Just me and Grogu."

"Oh? " she tried again using her pearly whites. "Can I invite myself?"

"No." Like moving away from an annoying insect Din immediately steps aside when her hands began to move up towards the helmet.

"Master…master Djarin….look!"

-o-0-o-

"Yuno…I'm scared." Jem whispers as they huddle in a corner of a support buttress near the gate.

"Yeah, I'm scared too but we have to stay calm." He looks down at his two charges. Grogu makes small squeaks of concern and would fitfully squeeze Yuno's thumb, his eyes never leaving his father. To calm himself, Yuno grips the hilt of the weapon Din gave him. The blade is almost as long as his forearm. The solid object makes him feel like a part of being a Mandalorian. It keeps him alert. "The master will not let us down." Yuno said with conviction.

"Kids….hey," The boys look up at Grogu's teacher, "are you okay?"

"Yes." Jem nods, holding the wooden spear the other boys made for him. Most of the other boys have been making a copy of their own wooden spears fashioned after Din's Beskar weapon. "Yuno is here to defend us."

Luke gave the older boy a curt nod. "Good to know." Then the man looks intently at Grogu. "I will, Grogu." The Calodan boys have grown used to these quiet interactions either with master Din, mistress Ahsoka or the blonde man. "Don't worry guys." Luke assured the other worried boys.

Yuno frowns at the woman; the one who talks quite familiarly to his master. "Master Luke, who is that?"

The Jedi's jaw hardened, "Trouble."

-o-0-o-

Din smirks as the sword flared to life-on its own. Are you excited to cut up a rancor, Darksaber? He'll be damned but did the blade shimmer? Was that some sort of a reply? Nah, I'm just tripping. Din sized up his opponent with tilted head. In broad daylight and outside of that volcanic cave the size of the animal looks different. Hell, the goddamn thing's twice the size of a mudhorn and totally much deadlier.

The animal has its nose on the ground; its breath blowing the soil out, dust curling around the arms. It slowly lifted its head looking for a scent in the air. It looked as if it was smiling. It opened its slobbering mouth wider and a rumbling sound came from deep its throat. It turned its ugly head: it has found its prey.

The huge paw tore up a huge gash on the soil; the sharp claws balled up a mound of soil and tossed it aside. The animal's mouth dripped thick drool between stake-like teeth. Like a terrible smile it opened wide with a growl; challenging him. Its great paws creating tremors in every step.

Man and beast face each other.

-o-0-o-

"Alert! All squads!" Her fingers shaking Aylith clicked all channels on the coms. "Acknowledge!"

The coms beeped. "Council…."

"All hands planet-side! NOW!" The woman looks up, stopping near the Mantis to get a better signal.

"What is happening, council woman?"

"Intruder alert!" She looks back. Her heart began pounding madly. In the distance the Mand'alor casually approaches the monster. Fuck! Oh shit! "Fuck!"

"Fuck! What the hell is that?"

"Bring reinforcements! Quickly!"

-o-0-o-

The rancor only has one thing in his sights. Anytime now…the quarry will turn around and begin running then the chase will begin. That is the good part. The other good part is catching it. It would struggle in its claws. It would fight back. Some would use their weapons to hurt him, to make him let them go. But, there's no letting go when he catches them. That is the end.

He tastes the air.

The animal tensed. Instead of running away as often the case its target begins to walk toward him. The beast took a step back, a little confused. It only stopped for a moment; assessing its opponent. A deep growl builds up in its chest as its quarry brandished that weapon at him. He remembers that weapon. He doesn't like it. It makes his eyes water. It has sounds that hurt his ears.

It is it.

It is back.

He doesn't like it.

The beast lunged…he's going to end that sound. The voices…voices! The claws slammed down at the prey with a force that could demolish a full grown tree and squash anything. Dust spewed out of the crater from where Din Djarin stands.

Finally. It's dead!

-o-0-o-

"NO!"Alarmed, Yuno and the boys removed themselves from the safety of the wall. "No!"

"Watch out!" Jem grabs his head in shock, eyes wide on the spot where his new master stands.

"Master!"

"Stop! You can't help him." The boys almost bumped against someone.

"But he's going to be…" The three kids went speechless when they looked up.

"Din is the best. He has this."

"But that thing is huge!" Yuno sweeps an arm toward the fight.

"The Mand'alor has battled a mudhorn and a Krayt dragon before."

"What's a Krayt dragon?"

"Something that is twenty times bigger than that." The armorer thumbs the rancor. "It's like a giant sand snake." She nods at the bigger boys when they gaped in wonder. "My husband…"

"It's riduur in Mando'a!" Yuno smiled when the woman nods, she seemed surprised.

"Yes. My riduur trained Din Djarin when he was a young boy."

"Oh! So you were like his aunt?" Jem smiled up at the tall woman with the gold helmet.

"Yes. Something like that." The woman sounds like she's smiling back. "I heard you want to be one of us." The woman told Yuno as she crouches down to the three boys.

"Yes, mistress." Yuno nodded smartly at his master's covert leader.

"Have you heard about the Precepts of Mandalore?" In unison the boys shook their heads. As she herds the three boys inside the fort the armorer looks back. "Gotal'ur bic a jate kyr'amur, ad."*

-o-0-o-

"I can't believe I'm hearing this!" Aylith's armored arm aims at the chest of Alrich Wren. "Get out of my way!"

"Hear me out, councilwoman." The man holds his hands up. "We talked about this last night, remember? The council wants proof of his capability, right?" Alrich Wren points towards the Mand'alor. "There it is."

"Let the Mand'alor fight alone? Are you insane?!"

"The clans need someone to look up to; someone strong, someone capable…" The head of Clan Wren speaks fast. "…someone powerful."

"He is! He has bested an Imperial officer…"

"Many can do that. But he's not just 'anyone', am I right?" Alrich points out with a raised brow.

"But if he dies…"

"Then he wasn't worthy." Almost as one the Mandalorians nod their agreement.

"I can't believe you're saying this!" In disbelief Aylith looks around and sees she's outnumbered. "This is treason!"

"No councilwoman, this is the way of the Mandalorian."

"I will hold you all responsible…." The ground shakes under their feet. They all turn as one.

The fight has begun.

-o-0-o-

It's dead. Dead! An off rhythmic sound rumbles deep in the rancor's chest. It is laughing. The annoyance is gone! The animal howls its victory. It lifts its claws to see what's left in the ground.

"Am I there?"

Shocked, the rancor quickly turned around looking for the bored-sounding voice.

"Hey, I'm here!"

It looked down and it was surprised at Din standing behind him. Whole. The rancor examined its claws to make sure but there's no blood or bits of mangled flesh anywhere on it. With a vicious snarl the long arm swipes to the left. There was a movement that caught its eyes going to the right. The rancor tried to follow the movement but it almost lost its footing at the pain that shot through its leg. In agony  it went on all fours favoring its right leg.

-o-0-o-

"Din! Don't!" Kalon had finally got over her shock when her beast howled in pain.

"Stay where you are, witch!" The end of a glowing weapon bars the way.

"Let me pass!" Kalon was surprised when her attack was deflected. "Jedi…!" the witch spat the words like she bit something bitter.

"Why are you here?"

"Certainly not for the two of you!" The witch's eyes and hands glow. "Get out of my way!" She opens her hands towards the two Jedi.

-o-0-o-

"Stay down!" Din stands back to assess the cuts he made; there's a straight gash on the fleshy part of the rancor's hind leg. The large wound has been cleanly cauterized so there's minimum blood loss. The injured limb shakes and the animal tried more than once to try to stand up. It would not be able to because he angled the blade a little deeper in the muscle to properly incapacitate the beast. "I said stay down!"

A snarl was the answer Din Djarin got from the beast.

"Dank Farrik!" Din sighs as three whistling birds slowed down the beast but only for a moment. Even on three limbs it still manages to move although not as fast as before.

Then what the beast did next gave Din goosebumps; it starts sniffing the air towards the fort. "You don't want to do that." The beast looks at him before it changed direction as if to say 'Try and stop me'.

-o-0-o-

At the fort the guards look at each other in terror. The monster turns and begins to head towards the fort. The alarm had been rung. Up at the ramparts the security men took position. Weapons pointed at the monster. Outside the gate the captain had ordered the metal gates shut as soon as the son of their commander in chief and his group were safely behind its walls. The captain and his remaining men will protect the gate in case…in case their military chief fails.

-o-0-o-

"Okay…I warned you." Din sighed as the rancor limps towards the fort. "You asked for it." Again, on its own, the darksaber receded in its hilt as if knowing Din's next move.

The rancor snarls in surprise when its limbs would not move. Then slowly it was pulled back. It tried to fight it by digging its heels in the soil.

The pull stopped.

It let on a short howl as it was yanked back. The animal went sliding and turning along the burnt ground and into the forest. It slammed against a thick tree stump but as soon as movement stopped it quickly tries to get back on its feet.

-o-0-o-

"The gods…" The leader of clan Wren could only gape. They stand at the fort for a better view and to lend assistance. In case. The rancor's snarls of anger turned to a shriek as it was lifted up high, turned on its back and slammed down back to the ground.

"Is that enough 'proof' for you, alor Wren?* Aylith still fumes even when it was obvious who is dominating the fight.

"How is he doing that? Lifting the beast hands-free? Moving that fast?"

"He wields the Force." Aylith simply states. "It gives him the speed and the strength."

"What do you make of that…?" Alrich Wren points then made a gesture.

"The 'flame'?"

"Yes."

"The Togruta Jedi told us it's the manifestation of the Force."

"Hm…intriguing." The man turns to the councilwoman. "Is that permanent, do you think?"

-o-0-o-

"Muk!" the woman gasped as the rancor trashes on the ground, gasping for breath. She looks aghast at the blackened cuts on her beast. She became distracted as the two Jedi have separated her from her steed. All she could hear were its howl of pain. "What have you done to him?!"

"Kalon!" She turned at the sound of her name.

"What's happening? Why …" the woman gagged, shaking fingers went up at her slim throat as if there were hands around it, tightening, choking out the air. Her eyes bugged out when she was lifted off the ground. She floated and was dragged towards Din until all she could see is the opaque slit of his visor. "What…what are you?" she gasps, shaking as she felt something from him. "Who are you?"

"Mark my words, Kalon, if that animal comes near anyone….or my boy, I will kill it! You understand me?"

"N-n-no D-di-din. He won't. I will not let him," Kalon got scared at the animal's condition; it had singe marks of all sizes all over its body and the right leg has a deeper wound. "Muk is just testing you."

"Testing?" The Mand'alor snarled at her, not even the helmet could hide the growl. It sounded animalistic.

"We didn't know." Her eyes turned desperate as the choke gradually tightened. "Wait! Let me explain."

"I didn't like what you did to me in that cave. I didn't like it that you followed me here! If you do something…." The helmet tilts to her pet, on its side on the ground, gasping for air. It is now surrounded by Mandalorians with some heavy artillery. "You both die."

"I won't…Din…" she tries to reach for him but she was roughly force pushed towards her beast. "Please…please!"

"Talk." Kalon couldn't see what Din did but Muk's struggle lessened. "Now."

"Muk wants to… give you a gift."

"What are you talking about?" Din gave her a 'shake'.

"Muk has cubs…"

"Cubs?"

"What the hell is she talking about?" Aylith came over, one of her vambrace pointed at Kalon.

"Offspring, you idiot!" She snapped.

"That beast is going to give its spawn to the Mand'alor?" Luke went to Din's right, he holds the light saber away from his side.

"Why?"

"That's what he wants."

"Who is this, Mand'alor?" Aylith nodded to the woman.

"Ah…Aylith Hyru. Watch out, cyar'ika." Kalon manages a smirk despite being choked. "She's the jealous type."

"What are you talking about!?" The Councilwoman sputtered.

"Why are you really here, Kalon?"

"I told you already!" Suddenly Muk started trashing again. "No! Stop! Stop Din!"

"State your purpose. Please."

"You know, I like it better when you're rude." She grimaced when the man remained quiet. "Fine. I won't do anything. Just release Muk, please?" she said the last word silently, pleadingly.

"I don't trust you."

The governor slowly stepped forward, "Who is this, Master Djarin?"

The Mandalorian growled, "Trouble."

"Old man," Kalon tilts her head, a wry smile on her face when the elder almost hid behind Din Djarin. She focused her pale eyes on him. "you're scared that I will take away your protector…"

The governor gasped. "A-are you? Why?"

"I need him."

"To do what?"

"Will you stop me?"

"Kalon!" Din had to grab the woman's arm. "I'm warning you."

"I can take you from here and none of them can do anything about it, Din Djarin!" Kalon swept the whip in front of the Mandalorians and the Calodans. "I can take you here. Now." The witch clicks her fingers.

-o-0-o-

Mando'a:

Alor- leader

Gotal'ur bic a jate kyr'amur, ad- Make it a good kill, son.

Chapter 30: RANCOR

Summary:

A/N: I love the story of Din Djarin and Grogu. Also I am writing this because of the force of my inspiration Pedro Pascal and not for monetary gain. I have spoken. This is the way!

1 : Yuno, Din's attendant would look like kid on the side of the road from Season 2 Episode 15-The Believer.

2: On Pinterest see Din Djarin's cute cottage in Calodan under the name Acer Wolfe at Silver Moon Inuyoukai board. You can also see the picture of the Mantis, Din's new vehicle.

Kindly leave a review to bolster my confidence and muse and tell me what you think. Thank you!

~(o.o)~

PADAWAN

CHAPTER 30

RANCOR

'A team's strength comes from its members, and the member's strength comes from the team.'

-Mandalorian Wisdom, True Mandalorians (FB)

"Ah, dammit!"

The barely suppressed growl made Luke Skywalker turn.

When Din was battling the rancor Luke stayed close by as per request by Grogu. Only by assuring the worried child that he will stay by the Mandalorian's side did the boy nod and agreed to stay with the two Calodan kids by the wall. Meanwhile Ahsoka keeps the witch occupied while the Mandalorian official followed the Calodan people to defend and protect them from inside the fort.

The Jedi has seen another side of Din Djarin. His mind is focused only on one thing. The injuries Din Djarin gave to the rancor were only to scare it. These animals are strong but kinda slow in the head. The injuries were really superficial and the rancor didn't know what was happening to him until Din was finished with it.

Even as a Jedi blessed by the Force Luke could only gape in shock: Din is hella fast! That impressed him but he also noted Din's lack of animosity towards the animal. He didn't like to hurt it but there's no other choice. It was only when the animal purposely turned toward Grogu  did the man change. Suddenly the anger came out…and then Din Djarin became ruthless.

The Jedi peeked around the Mandalorian's shoulder and he couldn't help smile.

"Dank Farrik! Do you see this?" Din shakes his head at Luke. "This is gross insubordination!" Arms akimbo, torn and totally exasperated, he spares a worried glance behind him.

"The Force holds. I'll stand guard." Skywalker assured Din with a nod. "Go to them, Din."

Head down, mumbling and grumbling every step of the way in Mand'oa, Din goes toward the 'delinquents'. "Boys! Go back!"

"Master!" Being the fastest runner among his peers Jem got to Din first. "It's Grogu. He wants to see the monster."

"No way! Wait! What?" Din's boots crunched to a stop on the rough Calodan soil. "How the heck do you know?"

"Uh..he…uh," Jem gestures to his head. "I hear him, master."

"You hear him?" Hands on hips, the man gapes at the boy's strong nod, Din smirks when the chubby cheeks jiggles. "I see. " Is Jem Force sensitive too?

That got Din into thinking, he looks up at Grogu. When he got the kid communication was frustrating. He didn't hear anything telepathically from the boy the whole time they were together. Sometimes the kid would utter 'words' but Din had no idea what the hell he's saying at all. In his desperation he resorted to holding up things like food, a cup of water, toys or nappies. Then it's up to the kid what he'd pick or if he's even get to pick one. Ah, the travails of fatherhood.

They were just getting the hang of that game when things went haywire on that ancient Jedi planet Tython. Grogu was snatched by Moff Gideon, he lost the Razor Crest and Din Djarin was changed in the aftermath.

If only to be able to talk to Grogu then he was thankful that he had that painful run in with the force field on Tython or whatever that thing that made him Force sensitive.

"We'll talk later. Go back! It's dangerous!" Din's wave of dismissal looks anything but casual. "Go. Go."

"Master wait!" Jem gulps down his unease, scratching his head in worry. When he steps in front of Din his tummy feels like there's an eel coiled in there.

Jem was surprised but happy when Master Djarin asked him to take care of Grogu. He never expected it. The Mandalorian's son is Jem's first assignment. Jem has never had a younger brother or sibling and having to take care of someone younger and smaller than him is an exciting task for the young Calodan kid. Also, it would be an additional reference for his skills as a young apprentice.

Everyone, and that means all the young apprentice including him were a little bit scared of the big man when they first met him but Yuno seems happy with his new master. Yuno told him more than once that the man is different; he's generous, not very demanding, he doesn't shout and indulgent even. Yuno claimed as far as masters go Master Djarin is okay.

Jem is divided at this moment. He agrees with the master; it is dangerous but Grogu has been insistent he talk to his father. Jem took a deep breath. "He wants you to listen to him. It's serious. Please." Jem added a bow.

Oh hell. Din could feel his resolve wavering at the wide-eyed request. "So he talks to you too?"

"Yes. He wants to say something important to you."

"Okay, fine." Din really wants to scratch his head in vexation. "Yuno, does Grogu talk to you too?"

"I saw what he showed us but," The teen pouted briefly as he looks down at the little boy he carries, "No, he doesn't, I mean, I don't hear him, master."

"Fine." Din's gloved hand gave Jem a gentle wiggle on his shaved head. It helped ease the boy's nervousness. "I'm not mad, okay? Don't worry." Then the father waved Yuno to bring Grogu over. "Okay, let's do this, buddy." A very impatient Grogu landed in his waiting hands. Din shakes his head in wonder. Since Grogu got back he seemed to be sprightlier. Many times now he'd observed the boy jumping and leaping.

Panting and puffing impatiently, Grogu scaled up to his helmet. As soon as he reached the top the boy plastered his face right in front of the visor, trying to peer inside the opaque opening. It's actually comical what with two huge eyes peering at him and fogging up the visor with Grogu's breath. But right now humor is not part of the day. "Yeah, I'm listening, kid. No, I told you, you can't. Whoa, buddy. Slow…slow down, will you? Say again? What?"

-o-0-o-

"Oh Muk…we shouldn't have come here." Confused, for once in her life she felt helpless. Angrily, she swipes away the tears that fell after seeing her steed. "I'm sorry I couldn't…"

"You! What do you want from the Mand'alor?" Aylith stood over the hunched woman and rakes contemptuous eyes at the stranger; at the barely-there clothes that no Mandalorian female would be caught dead in, the long pale hair, the grey eyes, the tattoos. "You were that witch…" her lips curl in derision.

"'That witch?'" Kalon spat, slowly straightening to her full height, glaring as well. She matches the armored woman's contempt with equal loathing. "This witch can…"

"Oh yeah? What'll you…" Aylith snorted at the other woman.

"What is your real purpose?" Luke turns around.

"Are you talking to me?" Kalon raises a brow at the male Jedi. "Muk wants to give the Mand'alor a rancor cub…."

"Is that right?" The Jedi smirks when he turned the light saber off.

"Excuse me?" Back stiff, the witch hisses her annoyance. "Are you calling me a liar, Jedi?"

"Are you?" Aylith moves swiftly to block Kalon's path.

"How dare you!" Enraged at the insult Kalon raised a hand…

…which Din caught. With a firm hand the Mandalorian swung the witch away. "Come here….tell me the truth."

"Hey!" She struggles against Din's hold. "About what?" When Din pulls her toward his beskar plated chest delight was not what she felt being near him.

"Why you are here. "

-o-0-o-

"I trust you are satisfied."

Alrich Wren tensed at the hard words from the slight man just to his left. "Excuse me?"

"What more do you want from him? Why does he have to be more than what he is already?" The governor, who is usually mild-mannered, stands stiff with hands balled into angry fists.

"I…"

"How could you do this?" Gov. Wing steps beside the Armorer. "I thought you're his team?"

"Yes." The clan leader was stunned at the animosity coming from the Calodans. The admiring looks the Mandalorians got from the Calodans were now dark and angry. The Calodans look at them as if they were the enemy.

"But you let master Djarin fight all alone!" The security detail was amazed at the governor's righteous anger but they agree with him.

"We came to lend assistance."

"Assistance? For what? No! I saw everything!" The elder raised a stiff finger on Wren. "You just watched him fight all by himself!"

"What do you care? You are not one of us. You don't know anything about us, old man." Alrich Wren sneers at the governor.

"Perhaps." The governor nods as he folds his arms. "Perhaps I do not fully know your culture as you also do not know anything about ours. What I understand is that you support that leader for who he is."

"We support a strong leader," said one of Wren's companions.

"So, is your Mand'alor strong enough for you?" It is now the governor's turn to sneer. "You don't deserve someone like him. Go back to your planet."

"Why you…" The clan leader could feel everyone's eyes on him. Hearing those words from an arueti…! "Get out of the way, vod!"

"You will not violate the precept of our creed!" The armorer stood her ground before the weapon of the Wren-Kryze clan leader.

-o-0-o-

Feeling like an odd wheel with Din's group of Jedi and force sensitive, Aylith moved away from the scene. Better let the two Jedi and the Mand'alor deal with the witch. I'd just be in the way. Then she remembered how the locals got spooked at the rancor. She was concerned for the poor Calodans but this is what she sees when she turned back. "Hey! What the hell is going on?"

"You all stood there while master Djarin took on that monster all by himself!"

"Yes, what kind of people are you?" one of the elders shook his fist the Mandalorians.

"Why didn't you help him with that?!" The apothecary jabbed a finger at the rancor.

"Alor Wren, will you shoot through me?" The armorer looks down at the barrel of the weapon a few inches in between her chest.

"Wren!" Aylith rushed to the tension-filled group. Aylith's vambrace went to the side of Wren's head. Din's covert have gathered at the fringes of the Calodan assembly clearly showing to whom they would give their protection to if things get hairy. . "What the hell are you doing? Lower your weapon!"

"That arueti dared tell me to go back to my planet…!"

"Well, he has the power to. He's the government here and you are the foreigner." The soft voice gave Wren the chills. Around them the rest of the Mandalorians were unsure of what to do. "I will not ask you again, Wren." Aylith whispers menacingly.

"Lower your weapon!" By now Din's covert and the rest of the security team have pointed their brand new weapons eagerly on Alrich.

"Leave this place!"

"Go!"

"Let me explain…." Wren gulps at a throat that went suddenly dry. The Mandalorians and the Calodans are suddenly enemies, pointing their weapons at each other, shouting, confused.

"Go!"

"Leave our city!"

"We don't want you here!"

"Wait…let me explain…" The weapons are all pointed to one target. Him.

"Drop your blaster, Wren." Aylith looks at the tense mob around them. The man let his sidearm fall. "Good." Aylith secured the weapon by dragging it towards her and placing the same booted foot on it.

The governor held up a hand. As if they rehearsed it both groups lifted their weapons at the same time.

"Governor,' the armorer faced the elder. "Accept my apologies on the attitude of one of our own."

Governor Wing sighed deeply, looking back at the woman with sad eyes. "Master Djarin is one of us now. He has asked protection from our walls," the elder glares when a few Mandalorians chuckled at his words. "Yes, he asked for our protection and I think I know why." The laugh stopped. "He was running away from you because that is all you see. He's just a symbol in your eyes. I know about you. I know what happened to your world. I am sorry about that. Ever since Master Djarin came here all he did was help us. He almost died." Elder Wing gave the armorer's sharp intake of breath a nod. "Yes, we are not good at fighting unlike you Mandalorians but we are willing to defend him. He is a good man and if you do not want him, Master Din and his son, has a home here, with us!" The Calodans affirmed the statement of the elder enthusiastically.

Aylith glares at Wren. "You will be tried and sentenced by the Mand'alor. But before that happens I want you to apologize to these people."

"I…I apologize on behalf of my clan." Wren gazes at the people looking angrily at him; only him, not to the Councilwoman, not the Armorer. His knees fell on the rough soil. "I want…" At the gesture of one of the Calodan security men he lifts his hands up. "I wanted to help him…" the booing stops when the elder shushed the people. They stopped and bowed! Respectfully! That was amazing for the man. "…but I also want them to see someone who is capable of leading them…"

"Unlike your daughter…" the elder shakes his head.

"…she thinks a mere saber would be enough to stop the division." Wren nods. "She wanted to get it back to stabilize the clans…"

"But it wouldn't…and now your people wants to have someone whose capability they wouldn't be able to question."

"They need to see for their own eyes. They want proof. I just want my people to stop killing each other!"

"Now that you have your 'proof'," Gov. Wing made a gesture of his distaste of the word 'proof.' "What will happen now?"

-o-0-o-

Kalon pouted. "Din, I told you Muk wants to give you a cub…."

"Enough!" Din gave her a slight shake. "I grow tired of your mind games. You waste my time. If you are done here, leave."

"I can't."

"Why?" Din sounds tired.

Grogu made a worried sound. The boy looks at the witch. The blaster would usually follow that head shake. Trouble, the boy thought. Jem nods.

Din holds up a hand in warning. "Please answer me straight because right now my patience wears thin."

Kalon took a deep breath as she looks at her pet. Fine. He's not that kind of guy. "I need information… about a Zabrak male."

Even behind the Beskar metal Din is obviously confused. "Zabrak?" He shakes his head. "Why? Is he a wanted criminal? Your bounty?"

She shook her head, "He's not. He is a donor. A donor is…."

"I know what…that is." Din held up a hand, roughly sweeping the word aside. He hates that word. "Is he for you?"

"For a sister." Kalon controlled a smile. "Help me?" she moves forward but he moves away. What's up with this guy?

"If I help you," Hands on hips the Mandalorian expressed a deep sigh, "you have to give me something."

Oh, at last. Maybe all is not lost. "Alright." The witch gave Din a slow smile. The perk is back in her voice. "What do you want?"

"Answers."

"Oh." The perk fell again. "What kind of answers do you want?"

"Let's start by explaining how that 'thing' knows my son?"

-o-0-o-

Chapter 31: THE FOUNDLINGS 'Vaii Bic Ru'nartimir' (Where it began)

Summary:

A/N: I love the story of Din Djarin and Grogu. Also I am writing this because of the force of my inspiration Pedro Pascal and not for monetary gain. I have spoken. This is the way!

1 : Yuno, Din's attendant would look like kid on the side of the road from Season 2 Episode 15-The Believer.

2: On Pinterest see Din Djarin's cute cottage in Calodan under the name Acer Wolfe at Silver Moon Inuyoukai board. You can also see the picture of the Mantis, Din's new vehicle.

Kindly leave a review to bolster my confidence and muse and tell me what you think. Thank you!

~(o.o)~

PADAWAN

CHAPTER 31

THE FOUNDLINGS

'Vaii Bic Ru'nartimir'

(Where it began)

The Boy

Where are they going?

The metal doors banged shut but left a slit of space that let the light in. In the dim light he could still see the image of the two people who lowered him in the grain bin. He waited for them to follow him. There's a lot of space for the three of us. We all can fit. He moves aside. They will be back. They just forgot something in the house.

A loud explosion startled the boy, his butt squeeze further in the corner but it disturbed the flour bags behind him, the powder floated around him like a fog. The cloud settles on him on and a very thin dust covers his face.

His heart beats fast like a bird and all of a sudden he had a bad feeling. The sound of  heavy steps approaching and mechanical whirring made him want to curl into a small ball in his tiny corner. He wished he could disappear until the danger has passed. The heavy treads stopped and he knew…it's there…its coming for him…

He sat there for, like, eternity waiting…barely breathing. Time seemed to stop and stretch at the same time.

Suddenly the metal doors were yanked violently open.

His leg jerked at the big sound and tore open a grain bag with his boot, the tiny pellets emptying on his brown boots. The sun blinds his eyes for a moment before something blocks the glare. A frisson of fear traveled from his head down to his back…he looks up…

A droid peers into his hiding place. The circle of its blaster points at him. He knew…he knew. That bad feeling….he closes his eyes.

The sun blinds him again but the machine is gone! There was another explosion on top of other explosions all around him. The grain bin is open. All he could see is a square patch of blue. A dark pillar of smoke rises up in the sky at the right lower corner of the opening,

He squeezes into the corner again as another thing blocks the light. Another droid?

His jaw dropped, he almost rubbed his eyes in disbelief.

He and the man in helmet look at each other.

The boy took the extended hand, and he was lifted up and out of that hole in the ground. The man held him to let him get his bearings as he gapes at the destruction around the village. He didn't recognize his own home. His friend's house from across the grain bin had almost been demolished. He knew the people who were broken, bleeding and dead on the ground.

The man firmly turned his face to his and he returned the nod. 'Take me out of here, please' was his silent plea.

The armor covered man carried him up into the air. When he looked down, the battle still goes on in his village. As he had never seen his village from this view it made him forget for just a few minutes the tragedy that happened to him, to his parents and to everyone he knew.

On the ship, he was put in one of the seats and strapped in carefully, but before the warrior jumped into the void he gave him a nod and a pat on the shoulder.

The band of warriors would fly back up to bring some wounded soldiers or replenish munitions. The boy strains against the harness hoping to see if the next soldier would bring someone from his village.

He glanced out the porthole; the sun has moved much higher. He waited.

But the longer he waited the short feeling of relief was replaced with apprehension. He remained all alone in that huge hold.

The sun has now cast shadows. Still, he waited.

Tired and overwhelmed, the boy didn't know how long he waited for the battle to be over.

He leaned back and fell asleep.

He woke with a start, the ship was moving. The empty seats along the hull were now occupied by the armored people. The warriors were cleaning their weapons, talking quietly to each other. A few were applying first aid to minor wounds. The warriors on the ship were mostly men. Oh, he was wrong. Three of the guards were women! It took him a moment to figure why a few of them were different. Their voices ebb and flow, the sound strangely soothing but absolutely foreign to his ears. The boy Din realized that the people who saved him talk in a language that he hasn't heard of before this day. He knows some standard but he doesn't know this one.

What is unnerving for the boy was that he couldn't see any of their faces. Eyes as big as the twin suns of Tattoine he observes that every one of them have dark slits on their metal helmets. Earlier he had mistaken the man as a droid. What he also noticed was that none of them removed their helmet even after they got on the ship. He wonders how they can breathe under that metal. There's another detail: every one of them is covered from head to foot.

Din jumped out of his skin at a pat on his knee; it was one of the men. The man pointed to himself and to him with a motion of going up and flying. It was the man who rescued and carried him up! He nods. He remembers there were two deep scratches on the man's helmet and he has a blue triangle on his left glove.

The man held up a thumb then made a motion of eating. He must have blurted something because the man chuckled then somebody handed him a pack of dried fruit and a canteen of water. Casually, the man nodded at the food and gestured to 'go ahead and eat.'

The droids were destroyed but…he feels the grip of anxiety as he looks around the ship; he wanted to ask them so many questions. How? The boy looks up, startled.

The dark visor is turned at him. It's as if the man is waiting for him to ask the question. He takes a deep breath. He slowly points at the closed ramp and up at the man again and to his chest.

The man looks down. The boy clenches his fist as the tears fell. Although the man knew the boy couldn't understand him he seemed to pick his words in a tone of voice that is deep but surprisingly gentle.

Din Djarin felt the meaning of the strange words. He knew.

He is now alone.

-o-0-o-

The Child

It hurts.

Whenever he wakes up after they put him on that table, everything hurts. A pounding headache is what he would wake up with in the same beat as his heart. He stretches his hands out in front of him, the tips of his fingers feel cold as they touch his palms and they feel frail when he makes a fist.

Suppose he should get up and have some water…if his arms would stay steady to get him up from his cot. He must not get to get up fast or it would hurt worse if he falls off the bed.

The door hisses open. One of 'them' enters with a tray. When the attendant lowered the small metal tray beside him he was relieved to see that the dispenser was medication for the headache. He recognizes the color and the smell by now. It was a relief when the pounding in his head went away after a few seconds. It's the weakness that would linger.

The man would usually come in quietly; he would hang around, stand by the wall a little longer after the attendant leaves. They would look at each other from across the room. Sometimes the man would come over and wave a device over him but his eyes would always be on him. Every time the man lingers it looks like he wants to say something but he would awkwardly adjust his spectacles, sigh, smooth down his lab coat then step out.

People would mostly leave him alone after these 'sessions' maybe for a few weeks sometimes longer to recover. But he knows they are observing him from somewhere. He doesn't care. In between that all he would do is sleep and eat.

On the days when he was left all alone to recuperate he would remember a place. A city? Yes, a city with high elegant buildings. Most has tall spires topped with gleaming metal. Up in the sky there's an endless parade of flying machines. On the ground the roads were lined with flowering trees.

Sometimes he thinks his memory plays tricks on him whenever he remembers this special place. It has high ceilings where birds love to fly in the open windows. He could hear their chirp echoing in the naves. He loves that. The wide halls were constantly busy with people from all kinds of places. Sometimes he would hang around so he could count the new additions.

Then he would go to his second favorite place: it's a large room on the second floor right at the back with wall to ceiling windows. He loves the trees that change color every season, the area near the pond where students would practice and study on the grass. He makes it a point to wake up early so he could enter the room before the rest of the noisy students come in. After a few minutes his teacher would follow and they would share an enjoyable quiet time looking out the garden.

That all happened a long time ago.

That day was the last day he would see that garden…and his teacher. His teacher found him that night in his room. He got sent there early as a punishment for not concentrating on the lesson, as always.

Something fascinating appeared in the garden; they appear to be glowing, their indigo wings were flitting on the flowers and he was mesmerized. He left his classmates and went to the glass. He was almost at the balcony when his teacher called his name.

He looks up with a jolt, slowly closing his eyes with a whimper. He hasn't heard his name spoken in a long time. People were ordered not to talk to the subjects. They would come into his room without asking permission and lay him on a carrier. His heart would be beating very fast as the carrier floats him toward the source of pain.

Previously, putting him on that table would be messy and troublesome. He had tried to escape many times. He forgot how many.

There was a certain kind of excitement in escaping, a different kind of pleasure while everyone is in a panic to look for him. He should be punished for escaping but he never had. They just grab him, put him in the pram, and close the lid. When it opens he's back in his room. No one is allowed to hurt him because he would hurt anyway after they subject him on that table again.

During one of his jaunts, he was able to go very far from the other areas he had been to. He never goes back to his previous escape route. But each time he escapes and gets caught he would try to remember and map the area.

He was wandering around, wide-eyed. He has escaped, of course, and to his delight he found a small niche to hide deep in the vents. He looks around, peeking up and down and to the left and to the right. It's much too narrow. Yes! No one's arm is long enough to reach and grab him here. His breath comes in fast puffs in excitement. He wants to further discover this new place.

Yes! It's a good place!

He gasped. He swayed, suddenly feeling lightheaded. A moan came when the floor and the walls started undulating like waves. Blinking to clear his eyes he hurriedly leaned on the nearest wall.

With a terrified yelp he fell forward. The wall was gone! He was rolling and sliding down a smooth surface. The tiny light from where he came from above quickly disappeared. He tried, clawing and reaching for something to grab, to latch on to but there's nothing there. The column seemed flawless, smooth, one long continuous duct it seems. It's wider than him, there's no sides within arm's reach. There's nothing to see but the feeling of cold air on his face.

He slides. It goes on…and on….

There was a bump, it lifted him up and down but it stopped his spin. It did the trick; he is not rolling either anymore just hurtling down. He was losing the element of fear when he went off rolling again! His stomach lurched when he went airborne.

Patuuu!

His breath ended in a gasp as he slammed into something, fell on his face and he turned on his side. Vertigo hit him hard. Mouth closed tightly because he might throw up. Closing his eyes didn't stop the dizziness from flowing in his skull. Between the wooziness in his head he was dimly aware of a movement to his right.

Growling.

Breathing.

Alive.

He's not sure if the animal has noticed him yet. The creature or whatever it is has his back against him. In the pitch dark he knew it is big; he could see 'it.' It must be ten times his size, the outline of its aura in sharp contrast in the dark. He lifts his foot off of the filthy floor and…his feet made a sticky sound…!

The creature stopped, turned its head around and sniffed the air. He almost gulped but stopped it just in time and played the 'part of the wall' game. The creature stopped when he went still. He closed his eyes and took in slow calming breaths. It will be okay…it will be okay…the force and I are one…we are one…we….

Someone's heart skipped a beat and the breathing exercise stopped or forgotten as he felt a presence.

Very, very near.

Must I open my eyes? Should I?

Unfortunately, what happened next took the choice out of his hands. ..

-o-0-o-

The Boy

The training circle is small for close quarter combat. All the trainees must go through the course. So far, he passed the third trial for the juvenile division. He was number four… among the twenty boys. But the trial is not yet over. There is one more circle.

They started as soon as the sun was up, right after the morning meal. It is now half past the afternoon. The food they were given for lunch has been burned out of his system. They have not paused for water either-it's part of the trial, they were told.

Din Djarin, aged 14, swipes whatever that trickled down, must be sweat. No. "Dank Farrik!" he hissed. A rag was pushed into is hand.

"Go on, before you bleed all over us, di'kut!"

"Huh. Scared of a little blood, di'kut vod?"

"I know you are.'

"You gave me the gash."

"Just wipe it off. You're as slow as a bantha!"

"Attention!" The clan leader steps into the circle as the torches were lit now that the sun was about to set

"Quickly!" the other boy hissed.

"All ears! You four have reached the final circle. Two rounds and there will be two boys in the end. Two minutes." The covert leader nodded to the attendants and they step behind the four with blindfolds.

Din steps in the circle led by one of the commanders. He's suddenly feeling uneasy; the mystery of which his opponent was put him on edge as he was positioned in the middle of the circle. They explained to him and the twenty other boys about the trials ahead of time so that nothing would be a surprise for anyone of them-so they could focus more on the combat. He and his opponent would stand back to back. Din sighs, he hates this part of the exercise where they were either shoved in a dark room or blindfolded. It helps to hone their other abilities they were told. Still, he hates it.

There's the crunch of gravel behind him.

"Go on."

Though blindfolded he closed his eyes. He has to grudgingly admit, it helps, he thought. Hold on. Turning sharply, he leaned back as someone tried to grab him. He heard the crunch on the ground and the light gust of breeze in passing. A pained grunt came from the owner of the arm as he twists it behind. But the other one manages to escape and it was his turn to grunt as his back hit the gravel painfully. He was flipped on his stomach and a weight slammed down on his back. He struggled mightily against the heaviness and the hands that were trying to grapple at his hands.

The impasse was broken by a fistful of gravel he threw forcefully behind him. He swiftly swiveled around on his back before his opponent could get up from the ground and he lashed out with a foot. He was gratified when it connected painfully. He repeated the action more than once and frantically scrambled up before the other one could take a breath as he reversed their positions…

"Thirty seconds…!" Announced the alor'ad.

Someone tugged the blinders off. Din gasped, looking at someone behind him. His throat is dry and his face itches from the dirt that got under the blindfold. He looks down at his opponent; the owner of the arm that he's gripping and the shoulder that he's pushing down that shocked him. "But…"

"Do it!"

Din looks down at the pained eyes and pinched face looking back at him.

"This is the way!" The chorus of voices around him feels like a push.

"This is the way." He whispers. His opponent stiffened in knowing. Din twisted.

-o-0-o-

The Child

He opened his eyes just in time to duck. The back draft from that arm sent him reeling as he staggered against the wall as if he's drunk, his feet sliding on the slippery floor. He doesn't want to fall but fall to his knees was exactly what happened. They gave in to either fear or the lingering weakness.

He shouldn't have wandered off too soon. It was just barely five days after the 'session' but he felt antsy and angry.

The child wanted to escape and be free of this wretched place. The more he remembers about his past the more he's determined to liberate himself. He had a life and he wanted to go back to that life. But to be honest he didn't care for that previous life. All he wanted was to see his friends and classmates. That's what interests him more and not the repetitive rote of learning history, meditation, channeling, and force focusing nonsense. He thought all that practice was a bore. Everything was boring.

He would trade all of that to be able to get out of this misery and imminent death. His body is taking longer to improve. The recuperation period is becoming longer. He feels that 'they' might one day decide that he's not useful anymore and chooses to dispose of him. He has seen what they do, he has seen how they discard the others that were broken or beyond repair or had failed to get well. They were taken to that table and they never got up again. That must not…must never happen to him but what he had feared is here now. But it would seem he'll meet death in a different way. He looks up as a massive hand full of sharp nails decimates a part of the wall. It would pulverize him, he'll just be a smear on the dirty floor, maybe not even. By the Force, that claw alone is twice larger than any creature or being he has ever seen!

He raises a hand to shield his face from the debris flying about and 'something' deflected the dangerous projectiles safely away from him. It looked like a barrier, it glowed when the pieces of concrete hit it. What was that? He looks at his hands. Did I do that? He gasped when the 'hand' or 'claw' landed a few meters away from him. The rest of the animal cannot be easily seen behind the shadows.

He felt the attack before the animal even moved a muscle.

He raised a hand.

-o-0-o-

alor'ad – captain

al'verde - commander

Chapter 32: THE FOUNDLINGS Part II

Summary:

A/N: I love the story of Din Djarin and Grogu. Also I am writing this because of the force of my inspiration Pedro Pascal and not for monetary gain. I have spoken. This is the way!

1 : Yuno, Din's attendant would look like kid on the side of the road from Season 2 Episode 15-The Believer.

2: On Pinterest see Din Djarin's cute cottage in Calodan under the name Acer Wolfe at Silver Moon Inuyoukai board. You can also see the picture of the Mantis, Din's new vehicle.

Kindly leave a review to bolster my confidence and muse and tell me what you think. Thank you!

NOTE:::: THIS CHAPTER WAS WRITTEN WAY BEFORE THE BOOK OF BOBA FETT FINAL EPISODE [7] AT 2/9/22

~(o.o)~

PADAWAN

CHAPTER 32

THE FOUNDLINGS

Part II

'Vaii Bic Ru'nartimir'

(Where it began)

The Boy

"Is the 'diikut' okay?"

"Dank…!" Kraigr Laguard froze then chuckles his shock away. Damn! All he could do is ruefully shake his head. The boy had one on him again. He lost count on the number of times he lost. He just couldn't sneak up on the kid! "If I didn't know better I'd think you have eyes behind that head of yours."

"Buir?" The boy lowers his chin on his bent knees. "How's he?"

The man sighs as he looks upon the miserable-looking figure sitting on the lip of a jutting rock. "I knew I'd find you here." Shit! He hates going up there.

The boy wound his arms tighter around his knees. "Nevermind. Just curious."

Kraigr relented. "He'll heal." All he got was a sniff. He sighs as he reaches up grabbing a handhold of the rock face his foot pushes against the boulder making sure he doesn't fall into the chasm yawning below him. He could tell why the boy likes it here; the sunset is magnificent from this height. The big man gingerly lowers himself at the remaining space the boy opens up for him. "You have brought pride to our house today, ad'ika. Well done."

"But he got…"

"A dislocated shoulder for your gash. You're even."

"But I have to do it again before..."

Laguard was amused at the boy's confidence. They were not bragging words either. He could do it. He would do it. The boy has skills. When Kraigr brought Din into the creed he had been worried if the boy could adapt into their culture. He learned later on that the village they defended tended grain for the most part. Peaceful non-violent people: perfect victims for the powerful and the cruel in the galaxy. So coming from that background he was caught by surprise and was quite amazed when the teen exhibited an amazing talent for fighting. "That's still far in the future. Training will help you get there."

"Yes, father."

"What are you thinking about?"

"Nothing."

"He understands that you had to do it…"

"But I don't because…."

"That is not why, ad."

"Yes, it is. I'm still arueti…"

"Who spoke of it to you?" He bristled. Everyone is an equal. That is the creed. But children are children. They are little animals that like to poke and prod until there's a reaction. The man sighed at the boy's silence so he waited. Din would answer in his own time. Unknowingly this child has given him a lesson on patience. "Tell me."

"I just know."

That too, the 'just know' phrase that used to bugger him a lot. He thought that the boy must be going through the rebellious stage of teens and that phrase is his go to weapon of choice for his long suffering parents… until he began to believe the boy. His riduur advised him to accept the boy for who he is.

'…because he was not born from us?'

'…because he is your son.'

'He doesn't wear the helmet full time.'

'He would not have a choice after he takes the oath.'

'The Alor asks why we let him…'

'Let me talk to my vod about that.'

'We shouldn't, that's why some kids alienate him.'

'Then Din would know who his real friends are.'

-o-0-o-

The Child

He's angry at himself; his knees were not following his commands. He wants to get a hold of a crack in the wall right up there. It's so near and he could stand himself up but his hands and arms don't belong to him anymore. His hands quiver; he couldn't even hold them up too long before he gets tired. Inside his head is an entire ocean under a storm with huge waves slamming here and there. Meanwhile the volcano that is his gut threatens to erupt anytime and he wonders if the Force could help him keep it down.

He guesses the Force wouldn't but that would….

From the shadows the entire wall seemed to ripple as something moved away from it. He was quite awestruck that he forgot that he is in mortal danger. He ignored the filth that clung to his body and clothes, the cold water pain slowing him down more. He must get up, or, if his feet couldn't manage to hold him up, he would crawl. So crawl he did, backwards, quite awkwardly, his diminutive hands and feet sink and slide in the thick muck. Whatever and however he does it the most important thing is that he needs to be quiet.

The shadow continues to move. Water swilled and splashed against the wall in its wake but did nothing to improve its grimy state.

The animal keeps sniffing the air turning its head right, middle and left. It could tell something is there with it in the cage, pen or enclosure or whatever ghastly instrument of confinement it is in. It just has to find it.

The child's big brown eyes enable him to see better at night or in total darkness but what was deemed an advantage is something that he wished he didn't have now as the creature has been revealed to him fully. Don't whimper.

Why is it when one wants silence and stealth that is not what they get? He was trying his mightiest to move away for his dear life but one wrong placement of his hand and he slipped and he made a small squishy splash and…

The animal zeroed in on him with a jerk; its head and the rest of its body whipped around. And he stilled with a jerk too as he and the creature laid eyes on each other for the first time.

-o-0-o-

The Man of the Creed

Din took a deep breath before sweeping the curtain aside. In the dim room he could easily make out the form in the narrow cot.

"Dikuut!"

"Bantha!"

Din gave a helping arm for his friend to grasp. "They should put a sling to your broken head too."

"Fuck you, bantha! You gave this to me! Again!" The older man grimaces as he lifts his injured arm.

"And you gave me this!" Din threatened to pull the buy'ce up.

"Ugh! That was years ago!" Paz made a funny sound in his throat. "I don't wanna see you, ugly!"

"Come on puke! You'll make my day."

"Asshole!" They smirk as they bump fists.

With a sigh Din plunked himself on the cot across Paz. "How's the arm?"

Paz grimaces as he lifts and slightly rotates his injury. "Just don't twist the same arm next time…"

"Shit." Din leans back in the wall. "As if I have the choice!"

"Here's what we'll do," Paz leans over, "I'll give you a tap so you'll know."

"What? You might not be my opponent next time!" Din spread his hands. "See? I told you. Your head needs a sling too!" Din smirks as Paz slaps his thigh in frustration.

"Well! You look good!" At the booming voice the young men hastily stand up. They bow to the one who enters the recovery room. Juno Bair, the covert leader, looks at the two with arms akimbo. His stance looks like he's amused and it made them a little uneasy.

"At ease, ade*!" Kraigr Laguard nods at the boys with a smile behind the helmet. The younger men's uneasy shuffle is the reaction he's looking for, that's his only form of amusement.

"Djarin, how're you doing, boy?" The covert leader nods to Din.

"I am well, alor!"

"Hm, good! You're fast on your feet. Good move there. Never hesitate. Never!"

"Thank you, sir." Din glances at Laguard. The man is looking at him, helmet at an angle: the 'proud' angle.

"Hand to hand combat is not easy. I think you have the potential to be one of the instructors at the fighting corps when you reach Oath day." Bair lays a large hand on Din's young shoulders.

Din feels like his chest is about to burst. "Thank you! I am honored that you think so, Alor! I will be better!"

"I see why your buir doesn't stop talking about you. You brought honor to your clan today. Again."

"And we must praise Paz for being stoic in the face of pain." Laguard turned his attention to the other boy.

"Thank you, commander!"

"I'm sure…"

"Alor! Alor!" A soldier stopped outside the entrance. The warrior, al'verde and the alor took two steps away talking in whispers. Laguard held up a hand to stop the two young men from following.

Din and Paz could feel the sudden tension in their stance and the boys were unaware that they drifted closer, as if taking strength from each other.

To an outsider Mandalorians all look the same. Same helmets, same armor only differentiated by color but sometimes that is also hard to distinguish. Only someone adopted and grown up in the creed would know who's who. They would also know the meaning of various subtle body languages.

"It looks serious." Din whispers.

"What's it about?" Paz whispers but again the men are back.

"We need to go." Juno Bair grasped the two boys shoulders.

"What's going on, sir?" Paz gulped as the alor steps back and continues to talk to the warrior who is one of the men in charge of communications.

"It's a distress signal." Was all Kraigr Laguard said. "We need to go. You two will be in-charge of your team. Practice while we're away."

"Yes father." Kraigr squeezes Din's shoulder exchanging nods in farewell. That said, the leaders left in haste with the warrior.

"Hey bantha, they'll come back!"

Din grimaced absentmindedly after the strong shoulder slap that staggered him. "Uh…I know…dikuut!" His chest got heavy. His hands balled into fists, his jaws clenched.

There's that feeling again.

-o-0-o-

The Child

'Tiny.'

'Eh?' That he was surprised was the understatement in a thousand years.

'Tiny. You.'

'So?' He's not out of danger yet but to talk to another being is like finding water on a desert.

'Bug.'

'Me?'

'Tiny. Will crush you…'

'Why?'

'Tiny. Not like me.'

'I'm strong.' What's that sound? 'What's that?'

'What?'

'The…' he mimics. 'sound.'

'Me.'

'What is it?'

'Laugh at you.'

'Wha-why?' His tiny back plasters on the same grimy wall. The huge lumpy and bumpy face came nearer and nearer. 'I'm not food.'

'Not good food.'

'Eh?'

'Smell…bad.'

'Bad?'

'Not eat bad food.'

'I do not…'

He gasped at a swell of icy water that swept over him. It came without warning. The smelly water almost drags him under. Bobbing back up, It lifted him about and floated him to a corner but the wave as quite strong and he slammed his head on the wall. It turned him out for a few seconds. When he came to, he sputtered and spit dirty water. In a panic he struggled to find some crack in the wall to keep him steady and upright…

Light blinked all of a sudden, startling him. Metal clanked and footsteps scrape on the rough flooring. Scared, he pulled himself up sliding along the wall hoping for somewhere to hide but a shadow loomed over him. He couldn't help but screech in fear when he was grabbed and lifted off the floor.

"Shh! Please be quiet or they might hear us!" He did not expect those words from this person. The human must have noticed his open-mouthed reaction. The man is the same person who stays behind after his session on the 'table'. The man puts a finger on his lips and made a sound. What does that mean? Hungry? Food? It might not be. Then the man pulls something out of his clothes and it glowed blue. Something glowed blue…it looked like a ring on the floor. The creature!

He heard the 'shh!' from the man again at making a shocked sound. The man looks around nervously as he uses a device to lift the animal from the water and onto a pallet outside the cage. The dripping creature couldn't fit on the pallet perfectly; its arms and legs hang over and down the rectangular carrier. The device in the man's hand changed color and the pallet began to move following the man.

The child could hear how nervous the man is; his heart is doing like 'boom-boom-boom' fast. He could hear and feel it. Every noise makes the beat go faster.

They reached a locked gate and the air here is different. The child's ears perked up. It's the outside! The man made the blinking red light on the gate lock into blue. The gate sprung open.

The child looks up at the man as he runs quickly and wonders what the man is up to now. Is he going to kill me and that animal? Cook us? He heard that humans would eat anything on four legs. Ehhh!

Suddenly he felt a strong presence and the man looks down at him. The man stopped walking. "Don't make a …what…?"

The child frowns, what's he doing? Why doesn't he move? The child looks at where the presence is coming from. 'Patuu…' He whispers and gapes at what steps out from the woods.

"P…please!" The child was surprised at the man's voice. "I…I did as you asked."

"Under duress, yes." The woman smirks. "This is not the time we agreed upon." The man cowered at her glower. Indeed, her eyes glowed. Pretty eyes…

"Something happened." The child wonders why the man is shaking. "This one escaped…I had to find it first."

"Let me guess, one of your test subjects as well?" The child tensed as the female turns intense gray eyes on him. The child calmed a little then got distracted at the silver tattoos on the slim hand that caressed his cheek.

"Ye—yes…"

"You people disgust me." The female sneered at the man. After a second she smirks again. "I will take him."

"What?! No!" The man couldn't do anything when the woman lifted the child from his arms. "He's…he's not a part of our agreement!"

"He is now. I will not leave this little one in your 'tender' care." The glowing shackle on the animal turned off and clicked open when she touched it. The child gapes as the shackle on his hands clicked open too. "You are now free, little one." She began walking back into the woods.

"Wait! Don't take him! They will kill me!"

"That would be your comeuppance." The woman stops and face the man again. The child gapes in shock as the human floats and with a dismissing wave of her hand he flew into the air and slammed against the wall across the woods. The man slid down against the wall. He remained motionless. The woman raises a pale brow at the child. "You worry about him? You shouldn't be, child. He doesn't deserve your pity."

-o-0-o-

The Bounty Hunter and the Asset

Sighing, he shifts his sore arm. It's the right one that fucking blurg chomped. Kuill left with them after he pointed the location of the bounty or where the bounty is hiding. The scope reveals more than two dozen Trandoshan guards/mercenaries around that complex. The hunter lifts his helmet from the scope.

There it is again. His eyes went to the heads up display in his helmet. There's a small date and time notification at the lower right corner of the headpiece. He had never found it interesting before unlike today.

He clenches his fists. He needs to focus.

He had almost forgotten this date. It suddenly sprung up in his head then he got lost in his memories, that's why that animal snuck up on him. Dank Farrik! There'll be bruises. The man made a small 'tsk' sound under his breath.

What does it matter anyway? What does this day matter?

Shit! What the hell?! What's that droid…? The heat detector showed more guards. Yes, a dozen more. He leaned back in the niche in the rock. There's more than what he could take on plus that droid.

The valley rang with blaster fire. He peeked; okay, the droid just gunned down the guards….he got an idea.

Cursing under his breath he got up and went down the side of the hill, his boots sliding on the terracotta soil. Before he left his viewing point he put all the helmet sensors settings up. He can't afford to make a fucking mistake. He wants that camtono full of beskar. Time to…. Shit. The man could hear he droid declaring its intention. The remaining guards closed all blast doors.

Great. Just great.

"IG unit stand down!" WTF, he got shot on the same sore arm! Stupid droid! What was he thinking talking to that suicidal tin can? The damn guards surrounded them and if not for his quick actions they would have been as dead as those mercenaries.

The tracking fob helped find the target and that weapon from the mercenaries demolished the blast doors real quick.

-o-0-o-

He doesn't know what's been happening outside but it sounded really bad. There was non-stop weapon's fire and then a much louder gun began firing.

The guards that kept him in this room had finished feeding him. He had been given a bath early in the morning so the meal and the warm bath made him kinda sleepy. He was about to take a nap when one of them rushed inside. The guard sounded scared. One of them closed his container and he was surprised when he heard the lock as well. He wanted to see what's happening but he felt his container being moved.

More weapons fired. It hurt his ears. He burrowed deeper in his bed under the blankets hoping it would lessen the racket from outside. He is also scared and diving under the bedding did tone down the sounds.

He had barely settled down when the container shakes a little at the sound at the door, like something fell down. Another shot. One of the guards fell. He felt him die. He also felt the others die…

Someone spoke! A human voice…and the second one is not.

He wasn't prepared to see two strangers looking down at him when they unlock his pod…they were talking about him…talking over him as if he wasn't there. As if he doesn't understand them. The two reminded him of those people when he was at the 'table.'

He flinched at the light and the deafening sound again.

What happened? He looks down at the other one. It has a smoking hole on its head. The other one stands there looking down at him. He doesn't understand.

Why?

The hunter holstered the blaster and faced his bounty. Right. Time to get out of here. He looks down at the smoking remains of the IG unit. As he does so his eyes fell on the date again. He looks back at the boy…well he looks like a child, inside the floating pod and back at the droid.

Dank Ferrik! Is this the galaxy's joke? He sighed as he extends a hand to the child feeling unexpectedly emotional all of a sudden.

His eyes went to the glowing numbers on the bottom of his visor…it reflects the date not only of the date today but the very date when Din Djarin was rescued by the Mandalorians.

-o-0-o-

The Mother

The compound is busy as all kinds of small flying and crawling creatures were already feasting on the corpses. The dead Trandoshan guards are starting to reek after three days of being left out in the sun.

She looks around looking shocked. The woman sweeps away the veil from her face revealing storm-filled gray eyes. Her footsteps hurried to the gaping open metal doors, heart thudding in dread.

But a screaming silence met her as she went deeper in the dark hold; her chest heaving, tears almost spilling in fear. Her voice full of melancholy, she calls out the child's name even when knowing deep in her heart he's gone.

On one of the crates she picked up a blanket. Her tears spatter on the soft woolen material. She made it herself.

"I will find you, child, and when I find you I will kill those who took you from me."

-o-0-o-

alor'ad – captain

al'verde – commander

ade - children

Chapter 33: CUSTODY

Summary:

A/N: I love the story of Din Djarin and Grogu. Also I am writing this because of the force of my inspiration Pedro Pascal and not for monetary gain. I have spoken. This is the way!

1: Yuno, Din's attendant would look like kid on the side of the road from Season 2 Episode 15-The Believer.

2: On Pinterest check out Din Djarin's cute cottage in Calodan under the name Acer Wolfe at Silver Moon Inuyoukai board. You can also see the picture of the Mantis, Din's new vehicle.

3: This chapter gave me writer's block.

~(o.o)~

PADAWAN

CHAPTER 33

CUSTODY

Previously on Chapter 30:

"If I help you," Hands on hips the Mandalorian expressed a deep sigh, "you have to give me something."

Oh, at last. Maybe all is not lost. "Alright." The witch gave Din a slow smile. The perk is back in her voice. "What do you want?"

"Answers."

"Oh." The perk fell again. "What kind of answers do you want?"

"Let's start by explaining how that 'thing' knows my son?"

-o-0-o-

The D5 Mantis bridge

"What a story." It was the Togruta who reacted first. Her words broke the oppressive fog of silence. A raised brow punctuated Ahsoka's words.

"It's all a lie."

"It's the truth." She looks at Din and Kalon imagines his expression right now. Will I see his face again? She stopped at where her thoughts were taking her, making her feel warm inside when the Togruta turned to her.

"More lies."

"No, Din."

"Since I met you you've been spinning lie after lie."

"I'm not lying."

"The zabrak? Was that true? You're looking for him?"

"Yes."

"As told by you."

"Din, I'm taking Grogu back."

"No."

"It's time to go back to his home."

"You can't."

"Can't?"

"I won't let you."

"I lost everything for him."

"And so have I and I would do it all over again!"

"Din, you cannot stop me." Damn it, she pursed her lips when the man tightened his hold on the boy.

"Witch, you will not be allowed to take the foundling." The Mandalorian woman is livid when all she got was a dismissing glance from the other woman. "The clans are behind our Mand'alor."

"Oh? Behind him?" Kalon gave a short laugh, her long hair sways as she shakes her head "Now that's a lie." It was a good thing that Aylith has learned how to control her reaction when Din and Ahsoka turned to her. "Not what I saw earlier." The witch smirks at her.

"What was that she said?" Ahsoka narrows her eyes at the councilwoman.

"They were all watching from the sides as your friend put his life in danger." She shrugs at Ahsoka, "and there was a situation because of that."

"Mand'alor, she's trying to drive a wedge…"

"What was the situation?"

Aylith glared at the witch before turning to Din. "Alrich Wren is under confinement."

"What did he do?"

"He had a confrontation with the Calodan."

"What kind of confrontation?"

"The Calodan were defending you while the Mandalorians were just standing by on the side while…."

Din clenches his fist. "Are the Calodan alright?"

"Yes, do not worry, my lord."

"Yuno," Din laid a hand on the boy's shoulder. "relay the message to Governor Wing that if he's available I'd like to talk to him later on." Din nodded to the teen. "You and Jem are dismissed for the day. Good job." He and the boys exchanged nods before the two kids ran out to go back in the walled city and get some rest.

"They saw you in action. Now that you survived they will follow you." Kalon smirks at the female warrior. 'They said."

"It's the way of the Mandalore." Aylith faces the Dathomirian defiantly.

"You people are unbelievable…." Kalon shakes her head, leisurely striding to the other side of the bridge.

Ahsoka steps beside Din, "I thought it was Din you're after." She gave Din a slight playful nudge with her shoulder.

"Well, him also…" Kalon shrugs. "because I…"

"…because you want him." The Togruta gave her friend an impish smile and a wink, thoroughly enjoying Din's discomfort.

Kalon gave the Togruta a lopsided smile. "But…" she shrugs in defeat. "He doesn't want me so I go back to my original plan-to get Grogu back."

"If he's your son…or if that's true, why doesn't he know you?" Aylith nods towards Grogu while looking intently at the pale haired woman.

The witch turns to the boy in Din's arm, she eyes the child with such longing. "I don't know, but I can find out."

"I will not let you near him!" Din backs away, the torch vambrace focused on Kalon.

"Din…hey, calm down." Ahsoka pats Din's shoulder. "Grogu's getting scared."

"Calm down?!" Din placed Grogu higher up in his arms. "What if she takes him away?"

"I'm his mother, Din,"

"And I'm his father."

"I will take him with or without you." Kalon sweeps the tears from her eyes.

"You have to kill me first."

"Hold on…" Ahsoka steps between the combatants. "No need to resort to violence. We can talk things out."

"Jedi, don't come between me and my child."

"And he's also my padawan…"

"He doesn't need you."

"He needs training."

"Train him in your Jedi code where the individual is stripped off of emotional connection? I think not. You should know by now that that had disastrous repercussions."

"'Disastrous repercussions'? What do you mean?"

"Ah, they didn't tell you? Blame the Jedi for creating Darth Vader."

Kalon smirks as Din face Ahsoka and Luke."What?!"

"Yes." The witch grins wide when the two Jedi trade looks. "Ask him." A slim finger points to...

Luke's deep sigh come from a heavy chest. "Anakin Skywalker, my father, was a gifted force sensitive child…" It seems that the burden of being the son of the mass murderer of the galaxy will follow him everywhere he goes, he muses, as he sits in one of the command chairs.

"Just like Grogu…" The boy in Din's arm cooed gently at hearing his name, his little hand reaches up Din's helmet.

"Yes. The Jedi council didn't want him in the school because he was too old."

"Too old?" Din shook his head.

"Nine is too old for training."

"I was the same age when the Mandalorians rescued and trained me. How old should a foundling…"

"Youngling, my lord." Luke corrected.

"…a youngling be to train? Five?" Din looks at the two Jedi again. "Younger than five?"

"Around four or five."

"Foundlings were trained around the same age too."

"But, like Anakin, you were also quite old when the Mandalorians trained you."

"True, but they didn't make a fuss about my age, only if I have fighting abilities."

"I want to point out that Jedi younglings were taken from their families." Kalon raised a brow on the two quiet Jedi.

"Why do they do that?"

"Jedi believe younglings would train better if they were not emotionally attached to their families." Ahsoka shrugs.

"That is wrong and cruel. My clan trained me. My buir taught me all that I know. It was because of the support and his belief in me that gave me determination to bring honor to my clan in the tournaments."

"I didn't know that you had tournaments." Ahsoka smiles at her former student.

"We do. It's divided by age division." People turned to the armorer when she acknowledged.

"And you always win?" There's pride in Luke's smile at his padawan.

"Yes."

"Din Djarin was supposed to take leadership when his buir and the Alor died…" Din and the armorer exchanged nods in respect.

"Let me guess, you turned it down." Ahsoka smirks when Din gave her a shrug.

"I became a bounty hunter so my creed could survive." Din whispers as he looks away.

"And he has done so very well." The armorer's voice couldn't hide the pride in her voice.

"I am proud of you. I hope your creed realizes that, cyar'ika, but let's not digress." Kalon caught their attention. "Why did Anakin Skywalker become a Sith?"

Luke sighed. "They distrust him…"

"His abilities?"

"No, his emotional state. They said he was far too emotionally attached to his mother. And…against the Jedi code he fell in love and married my mother."

"Anakin wears his heart to his sleeve, so to speak. You'll like him if you had met him." Ahsoka nods to her friend.

"I…I think I have…" Din whispers.

"What?" Ahsoka follows where Din is looking at.

"So do you still want Grogu to be taught in that stringent and strait-laced discipline?"

"The Jedi teaching is not perfect but there are a lot of merits…"

"Like what?"

"There is no ignorance; there is knowledge. There is no passion; there is serenity…"

"Oh? No passion is no life! Why pursue all of that without any form of passion burning inside of you?"

"It would be filled with serenity…"

"No, Jedi fear that any form of true passion and emotion would lead you all to the dark side."

"This is what the Jedi…"

"So where is the Jedi now, Skywalker?" Kalon walks slowly across the room, head held high, hands clasped behind her.

"Gone. Scattered…." Ahsoka's words, softly spoken, brought goosebumps to everyone.

"The Night Sisters use both magic and the Force." Kalon sought the Mandalorian. "I trained Grogu to harness the Force and how to avoid falling into the Dark side."

"Your Night Sisters enslave men, using them as reproductive donors. I will not let you and your sisters use my son that way in the future…"

"But he will not…I will not allow it to happen. Believe me, Din!" The woman looked hurt when Din stepped further away from her.

"My creed is not perfect but loyalty and solidarity is important to us. The creed is our family. Kalon, you seem to forget- your Night Sisters are extinct."

"And the Mandalorians are killing one another to extinction as well." Jedi, Mandalorian and the witch all went quiet with that retort.

The tension at the bridge of Din's newly acquired ship made people shift on their feet. Eyes all lowered to avoid the awkwardness; the truth reflected in another- the judgment and haunted memories. The tense mood blankets every inch of the spacious bridge making the air feel thick and heavy.

The mood turned awkward and marginally tense up at the command area of the bounty ship. Some people almost heaved a sigh of relief at the echo of hurried steps on the metal stairs.

"Ka'ara dala* Hyru? Are you here?" A helmet came into view.

"Yes soldier, what is it?"

The man stops and bows. "Permission to come aboard, Mand'alor!"

"Granted. What is the problem?"

"We have been trying to contact the councilwoman but she didn't reply."

"My apologies. My helmet is malfunctioning." She gestures to her head gear on a console.

"Go with him, councilwoman. There are also things I need to take care of here." Din returned their bow. The councilwoman and the other Mandalorian left immediately.

"Permission to leave as well, Mand'alor. The Calodan security needs training." She stops before Din. "May you find a prudent solution for this dilemma," With a bow the armorer exited quickly.

The witch looks on at their interaction with a sad mien. With a big sigh Kalon turned away from the rest of them and followed the wake of the three Mandalorians.

No one stops her.

-o-0-o-

"Lady Kalon."

With a frown the witch turns to see who's following her. She glared at the one. "What do you want, Jedi?"

"May I join you?"

"Why?"

"You look like you need someone to talk to." The man clasps his hands in front of him. "I also have some questions."

"Questions." The pale woman sniffs. "Is that a euphemism for 'interrogation' now?" She frowns at him.

Luke was surprised when the woman stops. He took it as permission and quickly fell in step with her. "I just want to keep you company as well." The young man glances at the Mandalorians surrounding the rancor; most of them are from different clans bearing heavy artillery.

The woman smirks at the Jedi, "You are uncomfortable at the way they look at me, as a woman."

"Perhaps you have something with…with…"

"With what?"

"More coverage."

"How quaint," She shrugs. "Is that what you want, Jedi?"

"It would lessen the tense situation."

"Ah…" she glances at the people around her and back at the uncomfortable-looking sorcerer. "This better?" She pulled the dark cloak to cover her fully.

"Thank you, Lady Kalon…"

"You should know, we go to battle almost naked."

"Wh-why?"

"It is less cumbersome." Kalon shrugs as she checks her animal. She looks around but couldn't find any kind of herb or plant in the burnt surroundings.

"I see. Are you on battle footing right now?"

The woman gave the Jedi a sideways glance. "If need be."

"May I be so blunt? How did you lose Grogu?" Luke observes the woman.

"I was betrayed."

"By whom?"

"By a sister," The woman turns angry eyes at him. "She wanted to use him so the empire would leave us alone. I killed her and took him away."

"So you are not living on Dathomir?"

"No. We have moved too often and too fast to avoid being followed, but the empire is always there."

"Lady Kalon," the Jedi took a deep breath, hands clasped. "Why haven't you taken Grogu?"

-o-0-o-

Din looks relieved when the witch left and the bridge is empty but for him, Ashoka and Grogu. "We need to talk."

"Okay." Ahsoka whispers back. "Lead the way." Din goes to the left to a door which hissed open. The proximity lights came on illuminating a path of a short flight of stairs which led further into the Mantis. As they navigate down the metal stairs their boots echo in the narrow space. Grogu peeks at her from Din's shoulder making soft cooing sounds. The adorable little boy playfully did a finger fight with Ahsoka, cooing and chortling at the game. After a few seconds Grogu lost interest and yawned. He found a soft area on Din's shoulder and before long soft snores came from the sleeping boy.

"Ever since I got the ship I couldn't get the time to explore much of it."

"Good of the Calodans to bequeath it to you."

"It's to sweeten the deal on my employment. I don't think they want to keep it as a reminder about Sumal or Lang."

As they reached the lower area Ahsoka peeks at some of the open cabins filled with lots of boxes. "Munitions and weapons?" she muses. "With this much space there has to be a living area somewhere."

"Yes, it has. I checked the specs."

"So do you plan to live here or the cottage?"

"I don't know yet. It depends on what the main cabin looks like." Din points. "This is it." The door slid open to a fairly large living area. "Hmm, looks okay. Yuno is amazing."

"Why?"

"He and the kids cleaned the whole ship."

"Oh, no wonder the blood's all gone here." Ahsoka shrugs when Din looks back as if in amusement. "What? I didn't use my sabers here. Too narrow. Say, did they clean while you were out cold?" Din puts Grogu down on a smaller bed beside the bigger one. He's scared, Ahsoka sighs. Ever since Kalon confessed she's Grogu's foster mother he'd almost never put the kid down.

"Yeah…" Din rushed back to the door, closing it, "about that day," Ahsoka's brow flicks up when he activated the lock as well. Were it another man she would have been on guard. She sits on the desk while he paces the width of the room.

"By the Force, your thought's all over the…"

"Anakin Skywalker's in my head."

-o-0-o-

"What do you mean?" Kalon turns to the Jedi.

"You are powerful. You could take Grogu and disappear where no one could find you. No one can stop you."

"Maybe I like it here."

The Jedi looks back at the Mantis, a ghost of a smile on his lips. "Is it because of…"

"Fine! Yes, him. I have never met anyone like Din Djarin. I want him."

"He also has the freedom of will."

"That is why I linger. I do not want to force him."

"He will not let you near the boy unless you talk to him."

"Jedi, I say things to him that I regret later on."

"Then perhaps the next time you do please think of Grogu. Din is not a selfish man but he dislikes dissembling."

"Why are you doing this?"

"Lady Kalon, I do believe that you are telling the truth about Grogu…."

"If you do then help me."

The Jedi look at the still sedated rancor, "I just want what is best for my padawan."

"What you want is your padawan to keep my child!"

"And do you want to wage a war for his custody?"

"He is mine!"

"He has no memory of you."

"I do not lie, Jedi."

"Then how do you explain his memory loss?"

"I can't! I don't know what happened to him before Din found him."

"How long has Grogu been missing?"

"Almost two years."

"And where were you during that time?"

"I was a fugitive, hiding from my sisters but I never stopped looking for Grogu." The young man went quiet after hearing that. "I finally found him but someone got there before me. I didn't know who that was."

"What will you do if you find that person?"

"I'm gonna kill him."

-o-0-o-

"What…?" Ahsoka whispers. They're not the combination of words she thought she would hear most especially from Din. No, he's not…

"I'm not kidding." Din Djarin stands tense; leather gloved hands curling and uncurling.

"When? How?"

"That night I fell from the sky." Din turned around and sat on his bed. "I think a Jedi came to me in a dream. He said he's Mace Windu."

"He was presumed dead during Order 66…" Ahsoka slowly moved down from the desk.

"He said something is happening in the Force."

"He said that?"

"Then on the day my people came another Jedi appeared in my dream."

"Anakin."

"I kept wondering why Luke seemed familiar. Now I get it! They have the same eyes!"

"What does he want from you?" Ahsoka looks at Din as if trying to see if anything has been changed with her friend.

"To be my mentor."

"Has he talked to you again?"

"No." Din looks on when Ahsoka herself begin pacing.

"Does Luke know?"

"No. I just realized it now. Ahsoka, am I to be worried?"

Her uncertainty showed in the shrug she gave him. "I don't know…"

"How well do you know Mace Windu?"

"He was one of the reasons why I left the Jedi."

"I see. Tell me more about Anakin."

"Well, if you were in dire straits you would want Anakin to be on your side. He'll fight and defend you to his last breath."

"Sounds like a great guy."

"He was. He and the Jedi council had not seen eye to eye on many things." The Jedi stopped in front of Din, arms crossed. "Din, if you're worried we can do a mind meld."

"Yeah, right," Din huffs, he dishes back the teasing he got earlier. "To see Anakin again."

"No. Okay, fine, yes." The Jedi averts her eyes with a smile, "But more than that I want to make sure what's going on in there." She laid her forefinger gently on Din's beskar covered chest, where his heart is.

Din looks at his friend and nods. "I understand."

"Well, you know the drill, padawan." Ahsoka sounds upbeat but Din could feel she's kinda shaken. She sat down in front of the table she just vacated.

"Can I be honest?" Din sighs loudly as he sits cross legged in front of Ahsoka. "I hate mind melds."

Ahsoka grins. "I know you do. Close your eyes."

-o-0-o-

Ahsoka opens her eyes and for a moment is surprised; she's standing on the same bridge, the one that looks like an imperial cruiser. At that time it was the one where many monitors were playing on her first mind meld with Din. The monitors were playing but the bridge is quiet. She looks out at the stars. She had almost forgotten how beautiful they were.

'This is where Din Djarin and Grogu parted ways.'

Ahsoka closes her eyes; she hasn't heard that voice for many years. The woman took her time to turn around. The Force ghost of Anakin Skywalker stands by a wrecked-looking blast door, arms folded in his robes. He looked the same as when he was alive except he is a glowing apparition now.

'What a sad day it was. Are you here because of your former padawan?'

'Let's just say I'm very protective.' Ahsoka places her hands on her hips.

'Same old Snips.'

The Force ghost grins and for a moment Ahsoka's eyes mists. 'No one's called me that in a long while.'

'I'm not gonna hurt your friend.' Serious now, Anakin left the door and stood in the middle of the bridge.

'Really?'

'Don't you trust me?'

The younger Ahsoka would have made a snappy retort but all is in the past. 'What's your involvement in this?'

'The man needs help.'

'Who says Din needs help?'

'Master Windu says there is a disturbance in the Force and being a Force sensitive Din Djarin must be prepared or it.'

'Was that how Master Windu convinced you?' Ahsoka looks on as Anakin looks down. 'I knew it.'

'The man might fall into the dark side.'

'No, he wouldn't.'

'You sound sure.'

'You tell me, you're in his head. What kind of 'help' are you supposed to give him?'

'How to use the Force.'

'Really?" She steps back crossing her arms "Why you?'

'He wanted the Mandalorian to…'

'Why not Master Windu?'

'He's not here anymore."

'Where is he?'

'He has given his life force to your friend.'

'What?'

'Din Djarin would have died had Master Windu not….'

'Why him and not you?'

'Because I don't want him to….'

'Do not use Din.' Ahsoka stopped in front of Anakin. 'I'm warning you.'

'Ahsoka…'

'Mace Windu never trusted the two of us, do you remember?'

'I remember."

"So why do you help him?"

"Master Windu is concerned for Grogu.'

'I don't trust him.'

'Ahsoka, Din will not come to harm.'

'This is not right. Anakin. Din will be okay. He doesn't need anyone in his head. The man is capable. What is it?' she stops when the man looks away with a sigh.

'I'm not the only one here.'

-o-0-o-

Note:

Ka'ra -council

dala -woman

Chapter 34: PROBLEMS

Summary:

A/N: I love the story of Din Djarin and Grogu. Also I am writing this because of the force of my inspiration Pedro Pascal and not for monetary gain. I have spoken. This is the way!

1 : Yuno, Din's attendant would look like kid on the side of the road from Season 2 Episode 15-The Believer.

2: On Pinterest see Din Djarin's cute cottage in Calodan under the name Acer Wolfe at Silver Moon Inuyoukai board. You can also see the picture of the Mantis, Din's new vehicle.

Kindly leave a review to bolster my confidence and muse and tell me what you think. Thank you!

Music: The MANDALORIAN / Danish National Symphony Orchestra (LIVE)

WARNING: ADULT EXPLICIT CONTENT

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PADAWAN

CHAPTER 34

PROBLEMS

The witch has many moods and as many faces as the moon. Most of all, she is misunderstood.

~Kristen J. Sollee

PREVIOUSLY AT CHAPTER 33:

'Ahsoka, Din will not come to harm.'

'This is not right. Anakin. Din doesn't need anyone in his head Jedi or otherwise. What is it?' she stops when the man looks away with a sigh.

'I'm not the only one here.'

-o-0-o-

IN DIN'S MIND MELD~

'What does that mean?' The Togruta is stunned. 'Who else is here?' she jabs the area where they're at.

'One of his kind.'

'Who?'

'Tarre Vizsla."

'Who the hell is that?'

"He was the first Mand'alor…and a Jedi.'

'Really? And why is he here?' Ahsoka felt tense all of a sudden. Her lekku feels taut whenever she's stressed. It was sometimes hard to avoid massaging it to loosen it up. 'Who brought him here, Anakin?'

'He was the one who…"

Ahsoka stops herself from blurting 'I knew it!' and she wasn't surprised. 'I see. He talked to you and Mace. What does he want?'

'Din needs him because of the dark saber.'

'Why? Is there something wrong with it?' Every question deepens the frown on the Togruta's forehead. 'Din has used the Darksaber without problem. Have you met Mand'alor Viszla?'

'Yes.'

'Where is he?' Ahsoka's lips pursed in irritation. 'This is what I'm talking about! You always get hooked on these stupid...'

Then for a moment there Ahsoka saw a glimpse of the old Anakin from the short flash of temper. 'He's not 'here' here in that sense…'

'Okay, so make it make sense, Anakin!'

'You see the First Mand'alor's force ghost is in the…'

-o-0-o-

"That is a camtono of bullshit!" Din finally spoke after staring at Ahsoka. "The Mand'alor's ghost is in the saber? Really? You buy that?" Din quickly stands up and Ahsoka follows next. The Jedi seems to be contemplating something.

"It does sound outrageous but not impossible. A force ghost has the ability to inhabit any object they want."

"I think…ah, fuck! I don't know what to think anymore!" Din grabs the rolling chair and pushed it violently against the wall.

"But I've never had Anakin lie to me when he was alive." Ahsoka hops back to the table unfazed at Din's temper. "And he has no reason to lie now he's dead."

"Ahsoka, he was Darth Vader! And he's in my fucking head!"

"Don't freak out, Din. Hey…stop doing that!" Of course Din never listens. Her former stubborn padawan continues to pace the floor then slams his hand on the opposite walls.

"Don't? What if he decides to come back as Darth Vader and use me? Stop that!"

"So annoying!" With a smirk Ahsoka released him from her force hold. "Anakin told me he blessed all his abilities to you."

"Say again?" he whispers. There's a strange feeling all the way down at his feet. It feels like his toes are on ice. "'Blessed?' It means what?"

"He lost the power to control you or otherwise." Ahsoka waits for any reaction from Din.The beskar helmet moves this way and that as if…Oh, he's shaking his head, Ahsoka realized.

"He showed himself to me before my people came."

"Really? Funny he failed to mention that." Din reacted with a shrug at her annoyed tone. "What did he say?"

"He wanted to guide me."

"Oh, is that so?" Ahsoka narrows her eyes at him but then she took a deep breath and gave a shrug. "Well, you won't find a better mentor than Anakin. But now you have a problem."

"Problem? What?"

"How do you tell his son his dad's up there?"

-o-0-o-

"Jedi, I can feel you in my head!" Kalon snaps at the one who keeps on following in her heels.

"Which is what you did to my padawan, you went and violated his mind. Aren't you ashamed of what you did, lady Kalon?"

"You Jedi are all the same. You go around like you want to save the entire galaxy!"

"We cannot turn away when someone is being treated unfairly. Like what you did to Din Djarin."

"What do you want me to do?"

"There are many things that you need to confess to him." Luke smirks at the shocked woman. "You are not the only one who could 'rummage' in someone's brain. Our only difference is I was discrete about it." Luke stops when the woman turns. He waits and stands beside a dead tree as Kalon shifts on her feet showing her unease.

"Skywalker, he would hate me. I can't."

"If you want access to Grogu then you need to."

-o-0-o-

The friends turn at the sound of the chime. Ahsoka checked the door security monitor. "It's Kalon." She looks at Din before she announced it with a nod.

"No!" The man turns away, a hand raised.

"You have to talk to her somehow. Din!" Ahsoka sighs.

"I don't!"

Ahsoka rolls her eyes. "You sound like a youngling…" they were surprised as the door hissed open.

"Dammit!" Kalon stands outside and for once the Dathormirian seems to have lost her haughtiness although she still has her resting bitch face on. "Get out!"

"Din, come on." Ahsoka went to her friend. "You need to talk to each other, alright? For Grogu's sake." She leaned closer placing a hand on Din's forearm. "If it makes you feel better I will take Grogu, okay?" She included Kalon in her plan and the other woman nodded. "We'll talk later."

Kalon seemed to be behaving although Din keeps a sharp eye on Kalon until Ahsoka passes by with Grogu in her arms. It was only then that Din calmed down. Why does she make him do unreasonable things and feel uncontrolled emotions?

Kalon stepped inside the room after Ahsoka climbed up the metal stairs to the mezzanine. The soft smile on her stayed long after Ahsoka and Grogu closed the bridge door.

"What do you want?"

"Can we talk?"

"About?"

"Grogu."

"You want us to fight over him, you mean."

"No fight, just talk."

"Really?"

"Din." Kalon stops a few feet before him, hands clasped. "Do you hate me?"

"I…don't."

"But you think I'm lying." Kalon leans back on the table showing off her assets hoping he likes what he sees. Fuck what that Skywalker says. She's on war footing. Winner takes all.

"Because I wonder if you even have the capacity to tell the truth."

Kalon took a deep breath as she looks away. She's struggling to overcome her emotions with herself and for the way she feels about the bounty hunter. "I'm…ashamed of what I did to you in the cavern." She admitted after squaring her shoulders.

"Which one?"

"All of it….except one."

"Which?" The woman slid him a sideways glance when he repeated the question.

"Kissing you." She bites her bottom lip as she crosses her legs, the skirt parts baring a length of pale shapely thighs. Of course she wouldn't see what his reaction is. Is he smirking under that helm? Is he raking his eyes on her? Is he getting turned on? Did she make him feel anything when they kissed? I want to know! Curse that bucket! That needs to go as soon as possible!

Din made himself busy inspecting the room, checking what's behind the cabinets. "I don't hate you Kalon. I'm just scared that I'll lose Grogu."

"Were you the one who took Grogu from Arvala Seven?"

"Why do you wanna know?"

"If you are honest with me I will be honest with you."

Kalon did that slow seductive walk where she knows his eyes would be drawn to. He couldn't help it. What's this? Is it his lurid and dirty imagination playing tricks on him or are her clothes becoming thinner and he can see through it or is that her doing? Fucking hell! "So you can kill me?"

"No, of course not…." The shapely hands reach out to run them on his cowl looking for a way to his skin.

Okay, he'll play her game so he lightly held her and she graced him with a contented smile. "You don't want to kill me?"

"I don't think I can or want to." She whispers as she looks up at him when she found what she's been after. The woman likes to bite her lips. Does she do that only to him? Damn. Din stretched his neck, a sign he's getting turned on and that woman knows it.

"Can't?" Din couldn't help make a scornful snort. "Why?" Din smiles when Kalon couldn't hide her disappointment.

"I think my abilities don't work on you now. I can't explain it."

"Really? Wanna test it?"

"How?" Her pale brows went way up high at his whispered suggestion. "You want me to do what?"

-o-0-o-

"Ah, mistress Ahsoka…and the little one." Gov. Wing put down his tea cup on the simple table. "What's his name again?" he reaches for the boy's hand with a smile.

"Gov. Wing, meet Grogu. Din Djarin's foundling."

"It is an honor to meet you Grogu. I'm Gov. Wing. Welcome to Calodan." The old man smiles when the boy seemed to be observing him closely. "I hope you and your father would stay with us. We would take care of both of you. Is Jem your attendant?" The old man grins in surprise when the little one nods. "That's good." The governor gave a cough which was followed by a few more.

"I don't like the sound of that, governor." The man waves Ahsoka's frown away.

"Do not worry..." He couldn't finish his words when Another bout of coughing shook his slight frame.

"How long have you been sick, governor?"

"A month after we were freed. I've not been feeling well before that time. I'm just getting old" the man waved it off.

"Getting old means getting joint pains not a coughing fit...yes, Grogu?" The governor remains the observer as the Togruta and Grogu quietly converse. He has heard of this interaction from Yuno and Jem and he is fascinated to say the least. How does it feel to be in such a conversation?

"He is worried for you because you are keeping a secret."

"Secret?" The official looks at Ahsoka and Grogu. "He knows?"

"He knows."

"What an amazing child."

"Din Djarin sacrificed a lot for him so he could be safe."

"From whom?"

"The Empire."

"The Empire is…"

"Not gone."

"Holy heavens." The official paled while making a religious gesture. "Why is he in danger?"

"The ability he has is important to the Empire. They want to exploit it. Use it to destroy people…us. They harvest his blood."

"Holy mother! They are diabolical!"

"They have done this to others of his kind, taking them and using what they have. Many have not survived."

"How can we help him?"

-o0o-

Aylith Hyru never liked the chairs at the communications center. It's lumpy and a little bit of the padding has burst from the cover. The councilwoman reached under her left leg and pulled out a piece of that stuffing that poked its way through her pant leg.

"We've seen the recording, councilwoman." The rest of the members from behind the divided screen nod to each other then they face Aylith. "It was quite impressive. Was that really the Mand'alor?"

"Yes, his name is Din Djarin of the clan in Nevarro."

"Did you see the Darksaber he uses?" asks one who has a gray painted helmet.

"Yes, you saw it at the recording."

"So it was true he acquired it after the battle with Moff Gideon?" asks the one who refused to come along but who is so anal about detail. He pestered her with questions after questions the first day they arrived at Corvus.

"That is correct."

"It was the weapon of the first Mand'alor Tarre VIszla."

"The one that was missing for a long time!"

"He was also a Jedi."

Aylith almost stand from the chair. "A Jedi Mand'alor?"

"We discovered the writing in the archives."

"How long has he been a force user?"

"How did he become one?"

"Has he been a force user all this time?"

Aylith blinks at the multiple questions. "As much as I would like to give you answers I do not have them, councilmen."

"Have you not talked to the Mand'alor?"

"I have but he wasn't forthcoming." The three members exchanged looks at her words. "The Mand'alor has been preoccupied with other things."

"What kind of things?"

"His son came back and he has a custody issue with the foster mother who is a witch from Dathormir. And…"

"And? What else?"

"He became the chief military commander of this planet."

"That might become a problem."

Aylith frowns at the words. "Problem?"

-o0o-

"That's right."

"Why do you want to…?"

"I'll make you a deal. If you prove to me that you can't freeze me I will remove it whenever we are alone."

"Do you promise?" She began nibbling her lip, breathing a little fast, excited.

"Just do it." Din stands relaxed. He shifts on his heels when nothing happened after a few seconds. "I'm waiting, Kalon."

"Give me a fucking second…stop laughing!" It's hard to ignore that deep sexy voice and that amused chuckle! Fucking hells of Dathormir! It's setting her afire! Close your eyes, then take a deep breath count up to five first then focus! The witch tells herself. For a moment her eyes glowed and she sweeps the flat of her hand in front of her. "Did it work?" She murmurs. She didn't feel as if her spell had taken effect. But this has never happened to her before. She looks at Din closely. The Mandalorian's chest moves with deep breaths but he wasn't struggling to escape unlike in the cavern. "Can you move?" No answer. The witch is getting anxious as a frown appears on her forehead. Has her spell been totally affected by Din that it doesn't work correctly? Let's find out. Kalon gave Din a wink before she held her hands out. "You can stop me if you want to." She whispers as she slowly lifts the helmet.

Kalon is thrilled down to her bones when she sees Din's face again. They look at each other. "Din? Say something." Since there's still no word for him she got bolder and kisses his lips, the pale arms goes up his shoulder. She loves the feel of his skin and the soft stubble on his chin. Before going to her next plan she moves back a little. His eyes calmly follow her and he didn't seem to look distressed so she moves aside the fabric of the cowl and gave soft kisses to Din's neck; loving the combined smell of the man, the musk scent from the soap he used and the sun-warmed fabric of his cowl. His skin tastes good. If that doesn't turn him on then she doesn't know what would.

A smile is on her lips as she moves back a space to check how she's doing so far with the seduction of Din Djarin.

Those liquid brown eyes fell on her; hooded, dark and sultry. She's heating up just gazing at them. Kalon rarely gets startled; the hunter's eyes changed as if he found a kill.

"You're right. It didn't work." Din whispers. His arms wraps around her so fast she gave out a short squeal. Din gave her a hard kiss and lifts Kalon on the table in one swift move.

"Fuck, I thought you're…what are you doing?" Yes, her mouth is gaping open in shock and amazement. Din quickly loosens the weapons from his arms leaving them on either side of her on the table.

Kalon nod at the hunter to manage the unfastening of her garment, he seemed to know his way on how to discard it from her. When he parts the long dress those big hands feel good as they linger on her skin. The man looks fascinated gliding his thick fingers on the path of her silver brands. He began on her shoulder, to the swell of her breast and the waiting nipple that hardened when he stops there for a moment. The man seemed to have nerves of steel; so controlled, not even a tremor as his hand hovers as if he wants to cup the waiting fullness of her breast. Kalon gave him a challenging stare.

He returns the glare with a smirk when she pouts in disappointment. His journey on her body continues as he tries to ignore how aroused she is getting. All in good time…all in good time…His exploration finally stops at her navel. "They're everywhere. What are they?"

"They're a symbol of my status." She shrugs at his unspoken question her voice has a touch of tremor. "It's high."

"They glow now."

"It means they like you."

"Or they're gonna fry me."

"You're still standing there, right?"

"Yeah…"

"You're the first man who did what you did without dying."

"Can you kill me?"

"Here's what I know: I want you to finish what you started."

"Or?"

"…you'll really meet your maker and I'll have Grogu all for myself." She wasn't shy to bring his lips to her breasts so he made her gasp and moan as his lips plays with them. The gasps got louder when he gives them a rough treatment; sucking the nipples firmly, rhythmically and giving it a lot of attention to make it up for all the wait she endured.

It was easy to snap the silken cord at the thin lacy thing she's wearing. Kalon grabbed it off and it joined his vambrace on the table. The woman roughly jerks him to her and she is impatient as hell tugging and pulling at everything on him until she liberated him from his pants.

Without a word he enters her; his hardness easily slipping in her wetness. She tightly wraps her arms around him as he plunges into her fast and rough. Kalon matches it by meeting his entry. Thank the gods Kalon's not as noisy during sex unlike other women but he likes the tight little gasps she makes as his hips hammers her. They held on in their wild and unrestrained union, bodies as one until he takes her to her first powerful climax. His own groans mixes with hers as he follows in his own release.

Still breathing hard both of them open their eyes after they were spent in their erotic dance. They remain entwined; they are not yet over. He lifts her off of that table and deposits the two of them on the larger bed with her on top.

The woman closes her eyes when he reaches up to tweak a nipple. Her hand joined his and caresses the strong hands. She likes the rough callouses on his palms cupping and stroking her full breasts. Kalon guides his hands showing him how hard she wants them to be handled.

Kalon squats over his hard on and lowers herself to engulf the whole length and width of him with a little bit of effort but it made her come when Din reaches between them and rubs her there where she was most sensitive. This time she couldn't keep quiet anymore as her cries and groans of pleasure fill the air. When she caught him watching her come she had this surge of heat all over her. She leans back on Din's bent legs while she opens hers fully for him to see. Yes, he likes it.

Kalon bent forward and offered her breast for Din to kiss hissing in pleasure as well as pain as he gave her breast a hard suck. With a sharp intake of breath he lifts his hips when her reaction made her tighten her walls around his shaft. The hips under his hands quiver as she rides him hard, slamming down on him. Din held his breath as Kalon would vary the pattern in a circular motion that drives him almost to a climax.

Din turns her over to her back to return the favor. "I'm coming." He groans, he braces his hands as Kalon wraps her legs tight around him. He didn't need her breathless urging because he gets even harder every time she ripples around him. She lifts her hips for him to plunder her much deeper. This time they lost all form of restraint as they came at the same time.

-o0o-

"Where are we going, governor?"

"To the library. Thank the goddess Elsbeth didn't burn it down when she was here. That woman loves to burn down things. She was horrible!"

"What do you want me to see in the library?"

"You mentioned before that you were searching for someone, why you were tracking Elsbeth, is that right?"

"And you think we will find it in the library?"

"It wouldn't hurt to try. Maybe we can also find a way to help this little one."

"The reach of the Empire is limitless and it's getting stronger each day."

"I don't want to worry but I feel that Master Djarin is not going to stay long with us."

"Din would not want you or your people to become entangled with the empire. He was forced to accept the crown of the Mand'alor for Grogu."

"Yes, having the force of his people behind him would help protect Grogu."

"At least."

"Yes, at least. Here we are. Yuno and the other apprentice worked hard to transfer the books and other ancient scrolls down here. Over here are some of our ancient relics."

"Is that…a holocron?"

-o0o-

"I didn't expect this." Kalon took a deep breath as she looks up to the ceiling of the Mantis's bedroom, Din's bedroom.

"That we'll have sex?"

"That it would be this good." Kalon smiles as she stretches in bed.

Din glances at the pale woman beside him, she refuses to cover up much to Din's amusement. "You've been showing off your wares since the first time we met."

"Why now?"

"Privacy." Din points to the ship with a nod. "The whole ship's on lockdown. No one can hear us."

The witch snorts. "I'm curious. All this time why haven't you taken a wife?"

"There's just no time for it."

"Or were you waiting for me?" Kalon turns to her side, she pillows her head on her hands. "You look worried." The man's profile is framed by a glowing glass window that she presumes to be the dressing area. She's trying to remember everything; the way Din looks lying here beside her, he looks relaxed, sated. She isn't yet but she's hoping they can have a repeat soon. She wants to run her finger on his profile. "Shit. You know what I'm…?" The man nods after he took her hand and laid it on his chin. "I…"

"…you were not lying."

Din smirks as Kalon blurts out. "Then why the fuck did you let me go through all that hell?"

"I'm still not used to this ability."

"So will you trust me with Grogu now?" The witch sighs when Din remained quiet. "Look, I'm not a total bitch to be blind. You love him and I love him too."

"You wanted to take him from me."

"I was hurt and jealous. He doesn't remember me."

"I know the pain too well..."

"If I promise that I will not take him away will you let me?"

"I can read your mind but our relationship has to be built on trust."

Kalon was speechless for a moment. Din said 'relationship' but it could mean anything but romantic. "I'm all for that. What do you want me to do?"

"I was the one who took Grogu from Arvala 7." Din turns to look at Kalon when she went quiet.

"So this is why you want me to prove my spells don't work on you!" The Mandalorian turns to his side and runs his hand along her thigh and hip and all her anger that was beginning to erupt was replaced with a hot flash of desire. "You play dirty." The man wasn't even scared even she warned him with a glare, the flashing of her eyes.

"Yes as so do you. I kept Grogu safe because I had a feeling that someone out there would be missing him. When I was saved by my clan there was no one who came looking for me."

"Din…." Kalon moves close and gave him a kiss. "How did you know?"

"I just know."

"What is it?" Kalon got up when Din sat up in bed. She follows to where he's looking at.

"I don't know how my clan will react to me taking off my helmet."

"Will they get angry?"

"They might. I have to inform my leader…"

"You're their king now."

"Yes but without my clan's support it would mean nothing for me."

"No one has to know." The witch turns the man's face to her.

"It's…it doesn't work that way, Kalon."

"What will happen if your clan turns their back on you?"

-o0o-

Chapter 35: CRYPTIC

Summary:

While helping Grogu find a Jedi, an accident on Tython turned Din Djarin to a Force sensitive. Caught at a crossroads, he went back to Calodan to become the padawan of Ahsoka Tano but…Din's other life has caught up with him.

A/N: I love the story of Din Djarin and Grogu. Also I am writing this because of the force of my inspiration Pedro Pascal and not for monetary gain. I have spoken. This is the way!

1: Yuno, Din's attendant would look like kid on the side of the road from Season 2 Episode 15-The Believer.

2: On Pinterest see Din Djarin's cute cottage in Calodan under the name Acer Wolfe at Silver Moon Inuyoukai board. You can also see the picture of the Mantis, Din's new vehicle.

Kindly leave a review to bolster my confidence and muse and tell me what you think. Thank you!

Music: The MANDALORIAN / Danish National Symphony Orchestra (LIVE)

WARNING: ADULT EXPLICIT CONTENT

PADAWAN

~(o.o)~

CHAPTER 35

CRYPTIC

Din gave the vambrace a final tug until the gloves rest snugly. The soft pitch whine and the glowing pilot lights signals the device's 'ready mode' as soon as the clamps closed around Din's forearms. One of the appliances would need calibrating but the tool for it got lost along with his weapons, ammunition, and assorted gear when Razor Crest was destroyed. Now, his new ship, the Mantis, came full of supplies but it's still a mystery, if he could only have one day without any situation or event to do an inventory in the hold.

Damn it, here it is again. Things are getting out of hand. People are forcing his hand again. He escaped it once but he was found again.

He looks down at the Beskar helmet; it's part of his armor that protects him as a warrior and as a bounty hunter. It was the reason he survived many dangerous battles. It sets him apart from other people out there.

But meeting other Mandalorians who remove their helmets like it's a normal everyday thing shook his well-held beliefs to the core. Everything he knew was wrong. His clan was called a cult. Bo Katan was snide about it. She called it The Children of the Watch. Din Djarin realized that there were many things that he had not been told when he was a foundling and even after when he was a pledged clan member. Did his clan purposely omit this fact? Does everyone in his clan know the history?

Ahsoka mentioned one time how she and Bo Katan met but the Togruta quickly changed the subject when Din wanted to know more but he hasn't quite mastered mind reading that well then. She quickly shut him off before he could clumsily probe her thoughts.

He must do something about the removal of his helmet. It has been weighing heavily on him and then there was another issue about his kingship especially the dark saber. Jaw muscles rippling he gave the relic a baleful look.

Lacking the knowledge about this relic, the Darksaber, got him a burden that he could do without.

There has to be a way. There's always a way and he just has to find it.

-o0o-

Ahsoka is stunned.

Absentmindedly, she must have put Grogu down on some pile of books or something. On a table. That's much she's sure. As long as her padawan doesn't eat paper, she hopes, the books and scrolls are safe. Ahsoka's throat is as dry as the vast dessert on her planet, her heart beats like the drums the priests would use during worship day. Here, of all places, on Calodan she holds an unbelievable object!

The governor had taken a step forward noting that the Jedi picked up the object reverently. "You know what it is, isn't it?"

"Yes." Ahsoka's fingers quiver as she returns the square silver box back on the shelf. "It's called a holocron.'

"What is it?"

"A holocron is a receptacle of knowledge."

"Knowledge…" The elder murmurs and nods, "About what?"

"It depends on what it carries inside it." A soft coo and chortle made Ahsoka turn behind her. She couldn't help smile whenever she sees the boy. Grogu found a way to entertain himself; he propped a book against a stack of books and he's looking at some pictures.

"It's been with us for a long time as far as I can remember! It's been passed down from many generations." The governor gave a two shoulder shrug. "It's just a box! An empty one at that." The elder became wide-eyed when the Jedi shook her head.

"It's not an ordinary box, believe me, governor."

"Does it open? Is there a latch or button to open it?" Gov. Wing took the cube and inspects it from all angles. He's handled this object all his life. The governor before him had used it as a paper weight on his table but an elder had left instructions that this object should be kept in the stewardship of another elder or the incumbent leader whoever he or she would be.

"It can only be opened by someone who is strong with the force."

"Can you open it?"

"Apparently not." Ahsoka sighs deeply, somewhat disappointed as she steps back from the shelf.

"Why? What's supposed to happen?"

-o0o-

The other person in the room finished strapping her boots on. Din didn't realize that he would sometimes pause while putting on his own undergarments, his pants, the shirt and finally his main armor. The only thing left for the final touch is the helmet beside him. She assisted him in attaching the back panel of his armor but Kalon looks pensive as he is. The pale witch sends him a glance now and again but all he could gather from her thoughts was she was very much satisfied and kind of surprised at what happened in this room.

Din has the welts on the back to prove how she enjoyed this tryst. In the shower pale rivulets of blood from the thin cuts on his back roll off in the water. The scratches made by Kalon's nails made Din hiss and groan low urging him to slam between her legs harder. She always wanted it hard; she braced her leg against the narrow wall of the refresher from the onslaught of thrust. Well, she was sorry for 'branding' him but, anyway, the thin stripes will heal.

"You look disturbed, Din." Kalon sweeps her long hair behind her after she gave a final brush to it.

Din sighs; it's easier to end an episode like this when it involves paid women. Kalon's not in any of the category so he isn't sure how to go and say about the next stage of this 'encounter' so to speak. "Yeah?" Din sighs once more. "I've just been thinking about what to do today."

"You're not the only one who mind reads, Din." The woman shrugs, a lock of pale hair tumbles from her shoulder. "But sure, let's talk about what you want to do today."

"We're gonna take the day out there…"He points up-to space.

"Oh, but I came and ruined it." Kalon was quiet for a moment, picking the words to say. Luke Skywalker's advice was hard to follow. So she must now treat a man as her equal. This is new. Preposterous, "I don't want to mind read you. I'd like you to share what you think…what you feel. Like ordinary people." Kalon frowns at Din's soft snort laden with some sarcasm in it.

"Ordinary people." Din has a smirk as he leans on the wall beside the bed. "You're not just an ordinary woman, Kalon, and almost a year ago I was just an ordinary man but now…."

"Now you are a king." The man just smirks at the title. "What do you want, Din?" She surprised him with that question.

"What I want…." Din gave a shake of head. "can I have what I want?"

"Yes."

Din hung his head as if he finds it heavy. "My old life."

"As a bounty hunter?" The man gave her a little nod.

"I've lost my freedom."

"What are you talking about? You're the king of the Mandalorians!" There's the smirk again.

"That's what people always say and think but this kingship is full of restrictions."

"Restrictions on what?"

Din feels some heat creep up his chest at a glimpse of a pale thigh when Kalon crossed her legs. It's just inches from his own. "On personal matters."

"Such as marriage?"

"So we are not being ordinary people anymore?" Din points to his head and hers and his eyes swivel away.

Kalon sighs, closing he eyes or maybe that's to hide another eye roll. This is hard. "I'm just trying to make our discussion easy!"

"Not used to talking to people below you?" Oh shit. Kalon narrowed those pale gray eyes at him and Din had a momentary thought that he'd gonna get a stinging zap or she'll turn him to ash at a flick of a finger.

"I don't 'talk' relationships with a man!"

"Relationships? Man? Why?"

"On Dathomir I don't talk to a man the way I talk to you." Kalon looks at Din squarely. "I command and they obey. No man living on the planet would ever speak against, talk back or defy any witch they belong to. That's it." She waited if Din would say something but the man beside her remained quiet.

"So does that mean you consider me as your property now?"

"No! I didn't buy you."

"But I'm part of your what, harem, now?"

"No!" Kalon avoids Din's eyes. "I don't have one."

"I find that hard to believe looking at you." He looks away quickly to avoid getting another 'great' idea in his head because that idea will soon be approved by his body.

"There are tons of things we don't know about each other."

"Why don't you have a harem?"

"I don't want one, I didn't need one. I just take in servants who would cook, clean and manage the house while I do my duty and training in the clan."

"I bet you can choose any prime candidate for your harem. No one's ever caught your eye?"

"They're all the same; subservient and in fear of their mistresses. They'd bore me after a month."

Kalon tilts her head at him and that heat begins to intensify. She knows how it affects him. She has that look in her eyes. Damn it. "So, what happens to the men on your planet?"

"The men were traded, sold and bartered either for slavery, for skilled work, or they're chosen be the consort for a Dathomir female or witch."

"Wow. Sex partner, you mean?"

"That's one way to put it. Yes."

"Do they stay forever a slave?"

"No. Of course men can be free if he has rendered his indenture and his mistress decides to resell him…"

"Resell?"

"Yes…because he has grown old for her or she could grant him his freedom out of the largesse of her heart."

"'The largesse of her heart…'" Din made that snarky smirk again. "'Does that happen often? Being set free?" he wiggles his fingers.

"It's happened before." Kalon knows she's making Din a little uneasy but the emotion that flashes on his face is very fascinating and she had to stop biting her lips.

"Can a woman marry on your planet?"

"Marriage? No…"

"No?"

"Because there's no concept of marriage there…" Kalon leans back on the mattress further exposing her leg, further exposing her cleavage and the man stares at her which makes her feel powerful. "…although a man is considered lucky if his owner calls him her partner." Din avoids her gaze but she's sure he's intently listening to her when he's not staring. That's good.

"And you? Where do you fit in all that?"

"I was being groomed for the Matriarch leadership."

"Nice. I guess that's all gone now?"

"Yes. I killed a clan sister so I was cast out."

"Why?"

"For Grogu." They look at each other meaningfully.

"So on the planet Dathormir witches were treated with equal portion of fear and adoration where women were the dominant authority, right?" Din gave her a smirk when Kalon withdrew her hand from his thigh.

"Correct. You know more than you let on."

Truth be told, he's liking that they're not spitting angry words at each other but that could quickly change. "Skywalker gave us a short lecture."

"You talked about me?" Kalon couldn't help smile at the thought but it didn't become a full-pledged one because the Mandalorian went quiet again after he shrugs. It's hard for Kalon to stop thinking about the two of them in this room. It's like Kalon could still feel him … She still couldn't get over that Din accepted her advances. He's been avoiding her, angry at her, keeping Grogu away from her. "Obviously what we did in here is part of what worries you." Kalon runs her hand on the rumpled bed behind her. "No mind reading necessary."

"I guess I'm thankful you didn't do that." Din averts his eyes at Kalon's eye roll.

"Why are you angry? Have you any regrets?" The pale witch faces him on the bed. "You have no obligation to me."

"That's not it!"

Kalon frowns again. "I have a feeling my feelings are going to get hurt…."

"No, they won't."

Kalon leans away from Din, a slight frown mars her smooth temple. "What does that mean?"

"The Mandalorian culture dictates people to convert when they choose a…."

"Choose a what, Din?" Kalon was surprised when Din picks up his helmet. She was sad he's hidden from her again.

Din suddenly stands up. "I must talk to Ahsoka."

-o0o-

Kalon couldn't pinpoint the state of Din Djarin's mind when the Mandalorian left the room.

He walked out of her!

He. Walked. Out!

Din did not even spare her a backward glance as if she's a paid harlot to be used and forgotten! No man has ever turned his back to her without a formal form of leave taking! Such disrespect would be punishable by getting shackled on the hot sands for two days. She's not some low level witch to be trifled with!

This is the very reason why she is picky to find a bedmate. She's heard many of her sisters talk about being unsatisfied with the men they chose because let's face it, men are men, slave or free. It's just like buying fruit. You never know if what you acquired is good or bad. Besides she didn't think she's ready at that time since there were a lot of things to do, many things to learn. She has to become stronger, more skilled and more powerful. It's to prepare her to lead her clan.

Those who are happy were about less than half of the clan sisters so that made her decide not to focus on taking a servant who would have the comfort of her household but might not give Kalon her money's worth in bed.

But Din is not those men.

This is why! This. Is. why!

Kalon slowly rose from the bed but her tattoos begin glowing dangerously bright reflecting the state of her own emotion.

The glow subsides after she took some deep breaths, she flexes her hands to will the power back inside her; to try and wrestle the rage down. She couldn't very well blow things up now, right? She'll find something to destroy later on but for now…

Kalon went back to the bed and bunched the sheet that smells strongly of their bodies and wraps her arms around it.

-o0o-

As Din approaches the locked door of the Mantis he slows down when he felt there were people a few meters outside the ship. He could sense they were Mandalorians and it came back to him that he could hear their thoughts. An eyebrow pops up at a name. What the hell? He quietly turns on a few appliances on his helmet so he could see and hear better. Yes, there were three of them, all men. And he was right; they're Mandalorians. He still has to learn how to trust his new 'instincts'.

"You saw the witch?"

"Yeah, oh man, she's fine." Deep meaningful chuckles came from the three. "What's her business here?"

"I heard she's been after the Mand'alor."

"Of course she is." The other voice sniggers. "Don't you know witches go after the strong and powerful men? They need them to keep their race goin'."

"Shit! That real? I thought that was just tavern talk."

"Guys, what do we do when she takes the Mand'alor?"

"Well, truth is the Mand'alor has taken her already."

"Whoa…seriously?"

"Man, you should've been here an hour ago!" The voice slightly lowers. On infrared the two lean forward. "This place was rockin' an' rollin'! Um Um! Um!"  the man added some suggestive hip movements. It got the other two snicker and snort in glee.

"What the fuck! Seriously? Sheeeet!"

"Fuckin'A!" The men bumps fists, armored shoulders shake in amusement.

"That's our Mand'alor! Yeeehaaa!"

"Keep it down, dikuut! You know what, I had my infra on…oh man. Did you know that the Mand'alor's pretty well hu…"The men laugh low then their voices fade as they move away.

Oh fuck.

-o0o-

Kalon wakes up with a jolt and for a few seconds the woman forgot where she was as one does after a nap. With a smile and gave the rolled up sheet a long sniff; she likes the smell of Din's essence.

If there's one thing right that happened today is the realization that the Mandalorian wants her just as she wants him. Maybe what they have in common is just physical but that could be a right step in whatever it is that they're trying to establish between the two of them. Kalon has no complaints about what they shared in this bed. The witch was surprised as she noticed the time on the panel by the wall. It got late. With some reluctance Kalon places the sheet back on the bed. If they will have a repeat on this bed then the covers should be fresh. Using her power she restored order in the room. Gracefully moving her hand one of the folded sheets floated from the cabinet, unfolded and placed it perfectly on the mattress. She reluctantly dropped the soiled sheets in the cleaner. Hoping Din would appreciate the help Kalon left the cabin.

She walks through a dark and quiet ship, the echo of her boots bounce at each step up the stairs. Din was nowhere to be found when Kalon stops for a moment by the mouth of the Mantis. Full lips purse at the Mandalorians walking the surrounding area. She takes the folds of her cape to cover her fully and for some reason she felt better covering herself up. What a terrible influence that prude Jedi Skywalker on her!

As she walks near the gate of the fort Kalon gave a big sigh of guilt because she had totally forgotten about Muk. The rancor needs his wounds attended to but she couldn't find any kind of herb anywhere to make some kind of poultice. Everything around is burned. There was only moss but it's unusable.

"Oh, Muk….you poor thing. Once I get you healed we'll go. I'm sorry I took you here. " Eyes closed Kalon places a hand on Muk's head and embraced her steed. Their psychic connection is still strong even when the animal is under sedation, thank the Matriarch. In some way she has the Mandalorians to thank for that so her mount is pain free at the moment. "I'll be back, Muk. Promise." she whispers. To her surprise someone put a large clay basin nearby the beast and filled it with water. Kalon looks around. It's the first form of 'welcome' she and Muk have experienced.

"The local folks left that there. Whoa!" One of the Mandalorians took a step back, hands out. Kalon quickly dials back her power to the relief of the big burly man in blue armor. "Didn't mean to scare you. Your beast is going to sleep long. I've been watching over him." He nods to the animal. "He'll be safe. Do you look for the Mand'alor?" The man with a deep voice points at Kalon's nod. "He's back in the fort."

Kalon turns back after a few steps, "Thank you." She gave the man the briefest of nod and for a short moment her stoic expression softens.

-o0o-

"Governor, I wonder, do you know how your people came to keep this box?'

"That's a mystery to all of us too. All we know is that one of the elders, about 500 years ago, instructed his successors to not let it leave Calodan."

"That's kind of cryptic." The female Jedi was perplexed. "There were no explanations?"

"None. He said to keep it here." The elder coughed again. "We thought the box was taken by Elsbeth when she conquered us. It turns out the children were sneaking items from our library down at the catacombs. Thank the mother Elsbeth never went there."

"Most of these devices have been lost from the Jedi library during Order 66."

"Order 66? What is that?"

"It's the purge of all Jedi."

"Dear mother…" The fit of intense and bone-wracking cough came back again. The holocron cube fell from the elder's hands but someone caught it. "Oh thank you…oh, master Djarin…"

"Governor, are you okay?" Din crouches before the elder giving the older man's shaking shoulder comforting rubs. "Could you get some water for the governor?" The ever present aide of the elder runs out but that was after he picked up his jaw up from the floor tiles. Many of Yuno's colleagues seemed to always be in hero-worship of the warrior. "That doesn't sound good."

"Ah, do not worry yourself, master Djarin. I'm an old man and this is normal…" the next coughing episode was so bad that the official was almost bent double. The aide quickly came back with a cup.

"Fetch a healer or a doctor!"

"No…I'm okay…no..." Gov. Wing weakly waves a hand when the aide did Din's bidding. The boy dashed out again. "It's not necessary."

"Your health is important, elder. I'll take you back to your house and we'll take it from there. Please."

"Have it your way, master Djarin." The elder conceded gracefully and gave the warrior's arm a pat. In reality Gov. Wing was very much touched by the care and concern of the Mandalorian.

"Ahsoka, could you come with us? I have something to ask you. Is that okay?"

"It's okay." Ahsoka took the holocron cube from Din and placed it back on the shelf. "How about Grogu?"

"Jem will look after him, right Jem?" Grogu seems happy reading or looking at the pictures and he trusts the Calodan that nothing will happen to the kid.

"No problem, master!" Jem goes near to Grogu as the other boy stops reading when the commotion happened. With the elder in his arms Din effortlessly carried the old man out closely followed by the aide and mistress Ahsoka.

'Where they go?'

"To the elder's house. The elder is sick." Jem took a seat from the opposite side of the table and opens a book. "He'll be okay."

Grogu remain looking at the door then he turned his attention back to the mouthwatering book of amphibians he took from the top pile. He would look at the door and back to his book. He mumbles to himself whenever he would see something familiar in the book. He would sit so still because something would flash, like a memory, but it was so fast that he got frustrated trying to remember whatever it was! The other page was all about the different kinds of amphibian eggs….It made the boy coo.

Buir scolded him a lot when he ate those huge frog eggs. 'Kid, that wasn't nice. We never eat our client's food, things or eggs. Understand? Are you listening to me? Kid? Kid!'

He just couldn't have one! There's that clear gooey liquid that burst in his mouth after his teeth breaks the filmy cover. That was so refreshing! And there's that chewy sticky middle…too bad that was the last time Frog lady would have them.

Jem looks up when Grogu sighed. His charge has been left alone again. His father has been very busy doing all sorts of things. Maybe when Yuno's free after the evening meal they can play in the garden or lay down the grass looking up the stars with Grogu between them until Grogu's father comes and brings him inside and he and Yuno sleepily shuffle to their barracks. Maybe….

The two boys were deep into reading until Jem suddenly stops. Grogu tilts his head wondering why Jem lay his head on his book. 'Eh?' he scoots towards his friend. Jem looks like he's….he looks at the door when he hears a sound.

"Hello, Grogu."

-o0o-

"Master Djarin…no need to worry…I'm…" Gov. Wing pulled at his robe to cover his face as the cough torments him again. The Calodan were open-mouthed as Elder Wing, Din, Ahsoka and the aide walk the street. The governor wave a hand to tell them it's alright. The people give them way and bow as the four of them walk past.

The rattling breath worries Din and he strides faster to reach the elder's cottage. "Governor, you need to rest. Has anyone called a healer?"

"Yes, master. One of the boys has been sent to the apothecary. She will be here." The aide walks ahead and stops at a cottage that is slightly similar to Din's. He quickly opens the door and led them into the bedroom. The aide turned the bed out and Din gently lay the still protesting official in it.

"Oh dear…master Djarin. This is nothing! You must not worry too much about…"

Din helped the old man sit up when another coughing fit happened. He took more pillows from the couch to prop the elder up so he could lean back comfortably. He nods his approval that the aide gave him warm water instead of cold. Din helps the elder sip after Gov. Wing got a little rest from all that heavy coughing.

"Master Din!"

Yuno's familiar patter made Din turn around. "She's not here, right?"

The boy grimaces an apology, Yuno's used to his master knowing things ahead of time by now. "Uh, that's right master. She's in another province…"

"Does the apothecary have some medicine we can give the governor?" Ahsoka spoke as she helps the aide light up the candles and lamps in the cottage.

"Oh no. Don't enter her hut. She doesn't want people touching her things." The elder said with an eye roll. "She gets angry."

"Besides we don't know what medicine she gives him." Din turns towards the door. "Yuno, where's the province?" Din nods after the boy mentions a name which is due to the east of Calodan. "Do you know where it is? Good. You're coming with me."

"Wait." Ahsoka steps around the bed. "You're going there now?"

"I'll fetch the apothecary and fly her back here. Could you stay with the elder, Ahsoka?"

"Sure, but you said we need to talk. Do you have a communicator?"

"Yeah. Here." Din takes a black earpiece from one of the pockets of his gun belt. "It's long range." The earpiece beeps after he adjusts the setting on his helmet.

"Good. I'll ask one of the kids to find Luke. Maybe he has some medicine on his ship. I haven't seen him for many hours now." Ahsoka shrugs.

"He must be fixing his ship. He took the X-wing farther up west of the fort."

"I didn't know it could still fly."

"He used his power, mistress Ahsoka! He lifted the ship with just one hand!" Yuno gushed. "I wish I could do that." He blushed when Din and Ahsoka chuckled at his enthusiasm.

Din kneels on one knee by the governor's bed. "I'll get Grogu and we'll be off to fetch the apothecary back here, governor."

"She's usually at the herb market. We had to trade to get herbs since Elsbeth burned our forest."

"We hope we won't be long. Just stay and rest."

"Perhaps we can do some breathing exercise to help you, governor?" Ahsoka takes a candle from a shelf to illuminate the room further as the long day on Corvus comes to an end.

"That sounds good." To Din, "Have a safe voyage, master Din."

-o0o-

"Hi Grogu." Kalon smiles as she takes a seat on the bench near Grogu. The boy stares at her and she was glad he turned to her from his seat on the table. "Don't worry about your friend. I just made him sleep. What is that? Oh, pictures of frogs." Kalon giggles when the boy chirps in response. "You love to eat tadpoles, remember? You wanted to eat it every day. You ate it too much you had a stomachache. Do you remember that?" Kalon chuckles softly as she slowly reaches for the boy's toes and softly run the back of her forefinger on it until Grogu coos. "Yes, remember this? You also liked that when I put you to sleep. You would drink your milk until you fall asleep…in my arms…" Kalon's throat feels so tight it got painful that it was so hard to speak. "I've missed you, son. Don't you remember me? I looked everywhere for you. Do you remember your playmate Muk? He wanted to see you. Do you remember the mud statue you made for me?" The boy crawled to her and wiped away her tears. She cannot continue, what he did broke her control and her sobs overtook her…"I missed you Grogu. I'm your mother. Do you remember me? Please say you remember me, my love…"

"Kalon!"

-o0o-

Chapter 36: GREEN EYED MONSTER

Summary:

While helping Grogu find a Jedi, an accident on Tython turned Din Djarin to a Force sensitive. Caught at a crossroads, he went back to Calodan to become the padawan of Ahsoka Tano but…Din’s other life has caught up with him.

~(o.o)~

A/N: I love the story of Din Djarin and Grogu. Also I am writing this because of the force of my inspiration Pedro Pascal and not for monetary gain. I have spoken. This is the way!

1 : Yuno, Din's attendant would look like kid on the side of the road from Season 2 Episode 15-The Believer.

2: On Pinterest see Din Djarin’s cute cottage in Calodan under the name Acer Wolfe at Silver Moon Inuyoukai board. You can also see the picture of the Mantis, Din’s new vehicle.

Kindly leave a review to bolster my confidence and muse and tell me what you think. Thank you!

Music: The MANDALORIAN // Danish National Symphony Orchestra (LIVE)

PADAWAN

CHAPTER 36

The scent of you that has me captivated

That keeps me hot & stirred

That lingers on my skin still long after you’re gone…

~The Sensual Musings of Jen

“Grogu….I looked everywhere for you.  Love, do you remember Muk? Remember how he would get too excited in your games and you had to control him? Well, he’s still like that. He just wanted to play with you earlier. Muk is outside but he got hurt. Oh, he wants you to see his babies. He has three of them. Do you want one? Do you remember the mud statue you made for me?”  The boy calmly crawls to her, a small hand wipes her tears away.  It was then that broke her control. Soft sobs overtook her. She wants to hold him so badly but she will wait for him to make the first move just like what happened before. ”I missed you Grogu.  Do you remember me? Please remember me, my love…”

“Kalon.”

The sound of her name rolling off from  that husky voice raises the fine hairs on her skin. Would she hear him say it again while they’re passionately sharing one another?  “Din…”

“What happened to Jem?” Looking worried, Din approaches the table and lays his hand on the boy’s neck. “You didn’t hurt him, did you?” Din sniggers quietly when Kalon sniffed scornfully and bristled at the charge.

“The boy’s already half asleep when I got here. I just helped him along.” The witch turns her gaze at Grogu affectionately. “He said Jem likes to sleep.”

“Did he now?”  With some concern, Din gave the Calodan boy another going-over to make sure that he’s unharmed as he runs his hand on Jem’s forehead.  Grogu toddles over, cooing, which reassures Din a lot.

“Why don’t you ask him?”

Then Kalon sits on the table with her other leg dangling down to the side and he feels hot under the cowl. She always has that seductive smile. “I never want these people hurt or affected in any way.”  

A  pale  infuriated brow went up;  she’s still annoyed at these reminders. “You’re preaching to the choir.” She glares at Din’s way then looks away.

Din’s just amused as hell as Kalon flips her hair to show how irked she is at him.  “Good. Glad we understand each other.”

“So cold.” She laughs softly. “Where was that man who ardently swept me up the table…”

Din sends Kalon an almost panicky telepathic warning.  “I don’t want Grogu to know these things!” 

She lowers her eyes with a small smile. “Aw…too late to be prude now, my love.” Kalon went up to Din until their bodies were almost touching. He wouldn’t budge from where he stands because, hey, his Mandalorian ego is as big as he is.  It’s so endearing as she wraps her arms around his waist. “He’s had his share of witnessing these things.”

“Not from you… you said…” Din waits but the woman just gives him a smile.

“No.”

This time Din carefully withdrew from her hands around him which has been going lower and lower to his back. His pants are getting tighter by the minute but he mustn’t let her distract him!  “Kalon, I have something I need to do. Grogu and I must go.” When her eyes light up he almost forgot his plans. Dank Ferrik!

“Where?”

“We have to fetch the apothecary.” Din turns to the little boy and held his arms out. “She’s in one of the provinces and…’

“Apothecary? Why?”  

Din sensed the twinge of jealousy from Kalon as Grogu leaps into his arms, eyes bright.  “Governor Wing is sick and she makes his medicine.”

“What kind of sickness?” Kalon steps in Din’s way, a hand on his breastplate.

“Heavy coughing and shortness of breath.”

“I can help.” Kalon says quickly. The dark veil shimmers at her nod.

“You know healing?”

A single shrug is what she gave Din. “What is a witch if she doesn’t know how to heal?”

“Are you sure?”

Kalon released Jem from her spell. Jem woke up with a jerk and look around in wonder.  The kid’s worry evaporated when Din rubs the boy’s shaven head.  With the heels of her boots echoing in the domed structure she steps out. “Take me to him.”

-o0o-

Out on the streets they attracted further attention as they head to the governor’s house. Since Din’s been here a while he got used to it by this time. The townspeople of Calodan were just naturally inquisitive as they do not get a lot of off planet visitors and travelers here. They’re not that technologically advanced and none from the planet have ever gone off planet ever. It shows their amazing resilience since after their suppression one would think that the Calodan would become xenophobic or distrustful of foreigners or aliens in general.

Din spares Kalon a glance; the woman walks quite relaxed despite the gawkers and the oglers they pass by along the street. The Calodans got a little startled when she grins at them but eventually they would return Kalon’s wave. When she gave a group of boys by the side of the road a wave and a ‘Hi’ they all hooted loudly at the attention.  

Unlike Kalon, Aylith Hyru was never comfortable to walk among the people. She was always on guard and on edge. The Mandalorian woman feels like as if she’s always on tenterhooks. Din doesn’t envy her position. When Aylith left the Mantis earlier Din could feel the tension from her. She knows who was summoning her and she didn’t like it. Din wonders why he suddenly thought of the councilwoman.

“Are you sure of this?” the witch smirked after he asked her for the third time.

“The first thing that witches learn is herbology.”

“Sounds easy enough.”

“Easy? So, would you trust your life and health to anyone who could kill you by mistake?”

“Good point.” Din shifts Grogu to his other arm.

“I can carry him for a spell.” Din weighs the idea for a moment with a big sigh. He just got Grogu back. Now that he’s here he thought that maybe this time they can have the time to train. There’s no way in Mandalore’s hell he wouldn’t train the kid in the Mandalorian ways. If Skywalker or Ahsoka has something to say about it they can suck it.

Din’s plan was to search for the boy when the Calodan council gave him the Mantis. But things began to converge and one thing led to another but nothing seems to be getting accomplished and that’s what exasperates and frustrates him. It was so different when he was living his life as a bounty hunter. Even when some things go awry he would always manage to turn things around. He hates losing control…

“I promise not to disappear with him. I wanna stay here with you, Din.”

Grogu looks up to his father and tries to reach up. After a moment the man nods his permission and the boy trills so sweetly.

Din immediately tensed.

Kalon reaches for Grogu.

He reaches for his blaster.

His heart starts racing.

What will he do if…

-o0o-

Finally, some fresh air. Aylith stands at the open hold gazing down at the town of Calodan. She slightly grimaces, that burned smell reaches all the way up here. From this height the aftermath of the forest fire could clearly be seen. The devastation was extensive. It covers hundreds, almost a thousand acres. What a waste, Aylith thought as she looks beyond the black terrain. She could see a green line over at the mountain range far beyond. It could take years before nature can recover from this kind of destruction.

Oh, for fucks sake! Aylith smacks the side of her helmet.  It’s still on the blink even after two repairs. She taps the side until the view clears up. There, she can now see a line of people coming back to Calodan. Some are on foot with baskets on their backs filled with some kind of plants, herbs or vegetables, maybe. Panniers on four-legged pack animals looks heavily laden with the same  greenery and many in the group have come back just in time hours before the sun sets.

She must notify the purchaser to buy some vegetables to stretch the food supply. The fresh produce would be good for the morale and health of the people they brought with them.

The herb gatherers were welcomed by the guards as the heavy gate rolls open.

The blue eyes of the councilwoman narrows as she sharpens the visor’s sight. Is that…? The smile came back as she follows the Mand’alor walk toward the walled city. He’s obviously held in high esteem here. The gatherers wave to him as they pass when Din Djarin stops at the gate. Then he follows them as the last gatherer enters the city.

“Ka'ara dala Hyru, we report from duty.” The three infantry soldiers bow after they land on the hold.

“Your service is honored. Enjoy your rest.” She looks back sharply as the three soldiers pass, whispering. “Halt! What is that?”

“Pardon, alor?”

“What are you watching? Talking about?” the infrared scan verifies the truth.

“Uh…ah, nothing, councilwoman.” The foot soldier turns to his friends then to Aylith.

“I demand you to turn it over.”

“It’s nothing, alor.”

“Would you risk demotion?” The man shakes his head. “Hand over your helm code.” The man’s shoulder drop knowing the trouble he’s in as he taps his vambrace. Aylith accessed the recent activity which is highlighted as active. “You may go”

“Alor, I’m…I apologize.” The man literally shakes in his boots. He seemed to have been abandoned by his friends.

‘You are dismissed.”  A functionary droid that Aylith summoned took the soldier away. They head to the control office where the soldier will be given a proper counsel and punishment for such misconduct.  Aylith sighs as she reads the file she downloaded. The original has been deleted as soon as the download was complete so no other copies could be made.  The head council of Mandalore shakes her head at the file named by the soldier.  “What the hell?” her whisper comes as shaky as her hand as it hovers on the control of her vambrace.

-o0o-

“A holocron? Here?” Luke steps down from the ladder. The X-wing’s parts are scattered on the ground being serviced by a few Calodan who are busy helping the Jedi. Apparently some of them have technical skills to repair mechanical problems. They came forward to offer help which the male Jedi was very much thankful.

“Yes, apparently it’s been here for a very long time.”

“Thousands of holocron have been destroyed during Order 66 and onwards.” Luke sits with the repairmen as they share some supper brought by Luke’s attendant. Ahsoka accepts a bowl of vegetable soup and Joins Luke and the two Calodan.

“This one has been here for 500 years.”

“What?” Luke tries to cover his shock.  “How can it be?”

“It’s different from other holocron.”

“Jedi holocron are usually cubical…”

“Correct. This one is also a cube but it doesn’t feel Jedi.”

“You opened it?”

“No. It didn’t respond to the Force.”

“What does it look like?” Luke couldn’t finish the third spoonful after hearing its description. “That is intriguing. What could it be?”

“It’s not Sith either.” Ahsoka put her bowl down as well.

“Where is it?”

“It’s at the library…”

“Lady Ahsoka, take me to it.

-o0o-

Kalon almost croons as Grogu melts in her arms. She cradles him, rubs her cheek on his fuzzy head, “Oh, my love, you’ve grown heavier!”

“He’s been gaining weight since he got here. Yuno, Jem and the other young attendants bring him snacks all the time.” Still on edge, his voice sounds shaky to him. Stay on alert, stay close, grab the kid if she even lifts a fucking finger….

“That’s good, right? He was so small and weak when I got him.”

“Where?” The kid seems to enjoy being bounced in Kalon’s arms but might not be a good idea with all the beskar on him.

“At an imperial testing facility. His appetite kicked in after he got some rest.”

“Whenever he uses his ability he would, I don’t know, lose consciousness? He’d sleep for hours, sometimes even days. Did he do that?”

“Yes. Oh, what do we have here?”  Kalon asks, surprised at the number of people smiling. “Grogu’s popular?”

“Yes. He has a lot of admirers.”  Right now Grogu is enjoying the attention from some of the Calodan. “Say ‘hi’ kid.”

“You’re a celebrity, my love!” Kalon chuckles at people’s reaction to Grogu as they  wave and call his name.

“Kalon,” They continued to walk after Grogu delighted the townspeople by just being his plain cute self. “I wanna know more about witches.”

“Really? All of us?” Kalon passes a hand over her chest and she is one hundred percent sure his eyes followed it there.

Din clears the tightness in his throat. “You most of all.”

“That’s better.” The flirty eye roll was only for Din’s benefit. “I trained in the use of the force but also in the various esoteric skills and knowledge as well as what others consider the ‘forbidden’ arts.”

“Intriguing.”

“No knowledge is taboo.  We even use of the dark side of the Force. Our clan believes that the lack of understanding of a certain knowledge and skill is more dangerous than refusing to explore it.”

“Like the Jedi. They’re afraid of the darkside.”  Din glances at Grogu who is slightly heavy-lidded and had rested his head on Kalon’s bosom.

“Yes.” Kalon runs her palm on the back of Grogu’s head. “They refuse to understand it believing that it would taint and overcome them.”

“Were you not affected? Subsumed? ” Kalon’s short and husky laugh did things to him; what happened to them at the Mantis came back; it gave him another slight surge of heat. Din neither like or dislike this feeling as long as he’s not losing his head over it.

“Do I look subsumed to you? The darkside is in all of us, Din. You don’t have to be a Jedi or a Force user to tap into it. It’s there at the surface.”

“But it would overcome someone just like what happened to the Sith.”

“You have to know what it is and why it’s there. If there’s no light and dark then there’s no balance. That made the Jedi and the Sith weak.”

“Can you tell me how Grogu was when you found him?”

“Grogu was in a terrible state and traumatized.  I took him home, back to my people. Thankfully the Matriarch accepted him despite the opposition of other sisters.”

“Why?”

“They fear the empire. I took not just one, but two of their test subjects, Din. I also killed one of their scientists.” Kalon snorts at the memory of the man slamming against the wall. “I think.”

“You killed a scientist?”

“I just beat him up. A small nervous man. Ugh!” Kalon’s whole body shudders. “He gives me the creeps with his thick glasses.”

“I met someone like that. He was there when I turned over….”

“When you brought Grogu to them.” Kalon raked him with a look full of anger.

“Yes. I make no excuses for what happened that time.”

“But you took him back?” The slight nod appeased the witch and diminished the glow from the silver markings from her hands. Din now understands how fast she could call it forth. It was terrifying. “You had a change of heart.”

“The scientist said something to me;” They pause by a flowering tree with blue flowers. “He said if it were not for him Grogu’d be dead.” The witch went quiet for a moment, a little shaken, deep into thinking.

“Din, does he have a narrow face, a beard and round glasses, about yea tall?”

“Fuck! It’s Dr. Pershing.” The hackles at the back of Din’s neck flares. “We’ve met.”

-o0o-

She decides to play the infrared recording after much reluctance; the suggestive file title made her nervous: ‘mand.hung.witch bang’. Maybe it was just nothing. Maybe the soldier just wants to make himself look cool or …. Fuck! Let’s just do it. She stabs the play interface on her vambrace before she loses her courage again.

Dank Ferrik! It’s a good thing the vast hold is almost empty or people would wonder why Aylith’s heartbeat is racing as fast as a charging Mythosaur and her temperature is much higher than normal. It’s wrong what she’s doing as wrong as what that soldier did but…but she couldn’t stop watching. It woke something strong in her…

Without the helmet Aylith wouldn’t be able to stand there at the hold while her face feels like it’s going to melt off of her face. Aylith’s hands are ice cold and her chest pounds hard. This is ridiculous, she thought as she wets her suddenly dry lips.

Aylith gapes as there’s movement at the Mantis. What the hell?  Kalon of Dathomir stops a few steps at the entrance of the Mantis. She steps down then turns to where her pet or steed is being held. She didn’t stay there for long then she enters the walled fort.

To find the Mand’alor.

To find Din Djarin.

-o0o-

“Ah…I failed then.” Kalon gave a snort again.

“He’s a clone engineer.”

“What?” Kalon instinctively pulls Grogu close, eyes angry. “He’s creating someone with Grogu’s powers?”

“Maybe. We don’t know. There was a lab on Nevarro that my friends and I shut down. Pershing was there too.”

“I would like to destroy each and every place that the empire is on.” With a deep sigh Kalon kisses the sleepy boy in her arms. 

“You and millions.”

“So…” Kalon sniffs and blinks away the tears that pooled in her eyes, “at my home in Rihkmahk…” Din noticed Grogu’s ears perked at the name. “Grogu was allowed to go anywhere in the house, he can do what he wants and I never demand anything from him. I gave him space to get used to me and his new home, my home.”

Din continues to observe Grogu’s reaction. “You have a house?”

“I had to leave it behind.”

“How did you and Grogu ‘talk’?”

“Just like the way he talks to you and me; telepathically. That’s how he communicates. I’m not sure if he could talk yet. Do you know how old he is?”

“He’s fifty years old.”

“Oh, really? But he’s still a child.”

“Ahsoka says his species is long lived. There was one like him at the Jedi academy and he was 900 years old when Ahsoka met him.”

“My son, you will outlive us all.” Kalon kisses the child’s hand. Grogu has put his hand on Kalon’s cheek just like when he and Din parted at Moff Gideon’s ship.

“That’s why he needs to improve his skills so he can fend for himself when…..”

“When we are no more.” They quietly look at the boy between them. “I thought you’d get angry at me for talking to him.” Said Kalon; a few steps after they resume their walk towards the governor’s house.

“Skywalker said Grogu likes to make mud ‘sculptures’ …”

“He made one of you too?” Kalon smiles when Din nods. “I had to leave that one behind.” But her smile is bittersweet, sadder than when she said she lost her home.

“That’s the governor’s house.” Din said. Kalon looks up at the small hut Din points at as he goes ahead of her.  “What is it?” Din stops at the door. Kalon is  eyeing something beside the house that made her concerned.

 “Din, have the governor transferred to a new residence as soon as possible.”

“What’s wrong?” Kalon took Din’s hand and leads him to the wall of the house-Din didn’t expect that.

“Look at this. It’s infested with mold. There’s moisture seeping into the walls. There must be a water source somewhere.”

“Is that what made him sick?” Kalon was right, Din admits. There’s a broad stain of mildew creeping along the white walls.

“It’s a very strong possibility.”

“Let me talk to him first so he doesn’t get scared.”

“Scared?”

“Don’t you remember you terrified the people with your grand entrance?” The woman just shrugged at him. “Better give Grogu to Jem. They can wait here outside.”

“Good idea. I don’t want them to breathe that in.” She gave Jem and Grogu a smile and strode inside the hut behind Din. 

“Oh, master Djarin! You are  back already?” The elder inclines his head behind Din when he notices someone else. “What’s going on?”

“Governor Wing,” Din moves aside and the governor’s almond eyes went wide.  “This is Kalon. I told her that you are sick and she offers to examine you.”

The governor doesn’t look scared but a little wary. “Isn’t she the witch….oh, pardon…” the elder places a hand on his chest in apology.

“I am indeed a witch, governor. I am Kalon of Dathomir. I was told you are ill.”

“You are the one with the beast outside?”

“That is right. I offer to heal you.”

“Will you allow it?” The governor look at Din as the elder mull about what Din said.

“You also know about the use of herbs?”

“I’ve studied it since I was a child acolyte. I can make you an infusion to counter the mold infection.”

“Mold infection?”

“Your house is infested with it, governor. It’s probably the reason why you’ve been sick.” The witch bows lightly.

“Where is it?” Asks the elder. Din patiently explains to the old man what Kalon told him earlier. “Really? I didn’t know.” The old man looks shocked after they discovered that the mold has broken into his house as well.

“If I can gather the herbs I can make you the medicine, you can have a good sleep tonight. In three days you will feel better.”

“Really? That fast?”

“I give you my word.”

“Then yes, please! I give you permission! I’ve been sick for a long time. I can’t perform my duties well. It is quite annoying.”

“One more thing: I need a favor, elder.”

“What kind of favor?”

“My animal has been hurt.” Kalon gave Din a sharp glare. “I cannot find any herbs in your forest to treat him.”

“Very well, take the ingredients you need.”

“That’s it?”

“Yes. Why?”

“There’s no condition for my request?”

“Should there be?”

“It is usually the way.”

“If you need the medicine for your steed then you may have it.” The woman gave him a bow, hands crossed over her chest.

“Then I thank you for your generosity.”

“You are welcome, mistress Kalon.”

-o0o-

“Fascinating.”

“Fifteen.” Ahsoka crosses her arms.

Luke turns, brows up, “Pardon?”

“You said ‘fascinating’ that many times.”

Luke shrugs, looking ‘fascinated’, “It’s because it is! You are right, lady Ahsoka, it is different.” Luke puts the object down on its stand after he inspected the holocron from all angles like what the governor had previously done. “It didn’t open for me too.” He said it with a tinge of irritation.

“Din also held it but nothing happened.” She and Luke almost sighed at the same time.

Luke steps back, hands on hips. “Is that so?” he ponders for a moment, frowning. “Grogu?”

“He was here but he never went near it.” The Togruta nods to the table.

“Where are they anyway? Din and Grogu?”

“They’ll fetch the apothecary so she can make Gov. Wing’s medicine.” Ahsoka was disappointed that Luke didn’t have any medicine on board. The man said after he got that disturbing dream, he and Grogu decided to leave Dagobah like a bat out of hell. “Din has been itching to fly the Mantis.”

“By the way, what is the news about lady Kalon?”

“Grogu and I left them at the Mantis to talk.” Ahsoka smiles when she saw the book Grogu was looking at. “They probably fought. Din wasn’t in a good frame of mind today.” Ahsoka sits on one of the stools around the table while Luke checks the books the Calodan has on the shelves.

“He is afraid. He and Grogu had bonded really well.” Despite the two Jedi’s misgivings they have agreed to try to see if this arrangement would work for their students.

“True…but we did a mind meld…”

“Why?”

“Din discovered something about someone.” Luke raises both brows at Ahsoka’s words. “Luke, please sit down. I have something to tell you.”

-o0o-

“Your friends are following us.” Kalon said.

Yuno looks back and rolls his eyes. “They have a ‘crush’ on you, mistress.” At the governor’s order Yuno reluctantly accepted the task to escort the witch, Kalon, to help her gather the herbs she needs to make medicine for Gov. Wing and her animal.  

Kalon barked a laugh. “A what?”

“It means someone who likes someone very much.” With a glare behind him, Yuno waves at his friends to ‘go away’.  The group of young attendants stops for a moment but they follow once Yuno and the woman begins walking again.

“You’re Din’s assistant, am I right?”

“Yes mistress.”

“Do you like helping him?”

“Yes I do.”

“He’s a good master?”

“Yes.”

Oh well. Kalon shrugs; the boy is not very chatty so she stops drawing Yuno into a conversation. The early evening is not that cold and the half-moon is out. She wonders if she could ask Din to take a walk with her after she made some medicine for the governor and Muk.

“Are you going to take the master and Grogu away?”

Kalon’s thoughts were interrupted. She turns, surprised at the question. “Excuse me?”

“That is why you are here, right?” He looks up at the tall woman, meeting her eyes defiantly. Kalon’s eyes are the palest eyes he’d ever seen. In his city most of them were dark eyed with the exception of a few local people with light brown eyes. Mistress Ahsoka has striking cobalt eyes and Master Luke has blue eyes but Mistress Kalon’s pale gray eyes make some people feel afraid. Yuno isn’t scared though he doesn’t know why.

“Yes,” The boy frowns at her. ”That was my first plan but now I think I want to stay.” The boy stares at her and thought of what she said.

“Are you going to be my master’s wife?” The woman lifts a surprised pale brow at his question.

“We never talked about that.” The woman closes her eyes as she sighs. She looked sad when she looks at him with the pale gray eyes and Yuno wonders why.

 “Why?”

“Din knows women in my planet do not marry.”

“Your planet only has women?”

“No, there are men too but women are the masters.”

“You don’t like men?” The witch suddenly chuckles.

“We do but our life is different.” She added a deep sigh.

“Are you happy with my master right now?”

“Yes.” The boy’s questions were so earnest and bold it made her laugh. “Yes, I am.”

“Then stay.” Yuno seriously looks up at the beautiful woman. “You can be happy with my master here.”

-o0o-

“Master Djarin, where do we go?”  The elder inquires once more. They are back in the streets of Calodan again. The Mandalorian insists on carrying the governor somewhere and once more the townspeople have looked on with curiosity and a little concern at the same time. Gov. Wing placates the people by waving that all is well. His aide has been left behind in his house and was given some instruction by the warrior.

“You cannot live in that house again, governor. The mold infestation is bad for your health.”

“I’ve lived there my entire life.” The elder looks up at the warrior. “I lost my wife early and we were childless.”

“I’m sorry to hear that, elder.” Din sighs. "Your house cannot be livable unless the mold infestation has been cleaned and treated.”

“Perhaps it would be better to have it torn down?”

“If it cannot be eradicated then, yes, that would be the final option.”

The official’s confusion is understandable when he saw where they were headed.  Din carefully turns so he and his cargo can pass through the narrow gate. “No…no.”

“Here we are.”

The governor looks up at Din as the warrior lowers him carefully to his feet at the veranda.  “This is…”

“Your new home.”

“Master Din, this is your house!”

“I have the Mantis and it has a living space.” Din politely gestures for the elder to take a seat in the porch chair.

“I’m very thankful, Master Din.” Gov. Wing was very touched by what the warrior did and the Mandalorian warrior is acting like a son to him.

“No need to be, governor.  Here are the boys and they will transfer your things here and send  my own to the Mantis.”

“Children, please have care with Master Djarin’s things, understand?” The elder nods after the young apprentices bows. “Yuno will be displeased; he takes care of Master Djarin’s equipment and personal belongings very well. Go on then.”

Like worker ants the apprentices gathered, folded and packed Din’s stuff. Things were doing well except when Din had to step in to give quick instructions on some of his sensitive equipment. Din didn’t have a lot of personal items since after the Razor Crest blew up into smithereens he came straight to Corvus from Nevarro. The new pieces of clothing he acquired were from Calodan. Yuno found a good tailor who made copies of his inner and outer fight suit. He was satisfied with the work so he asked the man to make clothes for Grogu as well.

“Mand’alor! I’m glad I found you here!” Aylith Hyru lands in front of the house to the amazement of the attendants.

“Councilwoman. I have been busy as of late.” Din frowns slightly, for a moment he focused on the erratic aura of the woman. She has this nervous energy about her. What’s up with her?

“What is going on?” She nods to the activity in the house. The Mandalorian woman has a slight catch on her voice. Aylith gulps.

“The governor’s home is unfit to live in so I will be using the Mantis as my home.”

“The Mantis….I see.“ Aylith seemed to be facing everywhere but Din directly.  “Governor, may I borrow the Mand’alor for a moment?”

“No problem, mistress. I will wait for mistress Kalon here.”

“’Mistress’ Kalon?” Aylith is shocked. “Why?”

“She’s making a formulation for my medicine. I heard Dathormir witches are experts in creating medicine from herbs.”

“We have some medicine with us….” This time Aylith finally turns to Din.

“It’s okay. Kalon is already making it. What do you need me for?”

“The council would like to have an audience with you.”

“About what?” Din takes a step but Aylith seemed to take back a half-step.

“They would like to meet you and get to know you, Mand’alor.”

“When?” Din stands hands on hips.

“As soon as you can… uhm... “ Aylith avoids lowering her eyes below Din’s  gun belt. “manage.”

“I’m concerned for the governor so I cannot go right now.”

“Master Djarin, the boys are here to assist me and I’m sure mistress Kalon wouldn’t be long.” The governor assures the worried man.

Din sighs. He would much rather remain with the governor but the request from the council wasn’t an unreasonable one. “Fine. Where do I meet them?”

“Up at the battle cruiser, my lord.”

“No. No, that might take a while. If they can wait I’ll join you as soon as I am made sure that the medicine has taken effect.”

“But I can have a baar'ur come down, do a quick medical checkup and prescribe medicine.”

“Hold on there. Are you trying to steal my patient, councilwoman?”

-o0o-

AN:

Baar'ur-battle medic of Mandalorians

Ka'ara dala- council woman

Chapter 37: OTHER SIDE

Summary:

While helping Grogu find a Jedi, an accident on Tython turned Din Djarin to a Force sensitive. Caught at a crossroads, he went back to Calodan to become the padawan of Ahsoka Tano but…Din’s other life has caught up with him.

~(o.o)~

A/N: I love the story of Din Djarin and Grogu. Also I am writing this because of the force of my inspiration Pedro Pascal and not for monetary gain. I have spoken. This is the way!

1 : Yuno, Din's attendant would look like kid on the side of the road from Season 2 Episode 15-The Believer.

2: On Pinterest see Din Djarin’s cute cottage in Calodan under the name Acer Wolfe at Silver Moon Inuyoukai board. You can also see the picture of the Mantis, Din’s new vehicle.

PADAWAN

CHAPTER 37

“Look what I found!” The apothecary wildly gestures. “I come back, I open my door…what do I see?” the elder threw up her hands. “What do I see? This girl…going through my herbs! She’s floating them all around!” she continues to wave her hands, face animated.

“Elder, you were in Hapa and I need my medicine!  I’ve been coughing very badly. Master Djarin and mistress Kalon were kind enough to offer help. I was coughing out my lungs, Ydela! Please don’t be angry!” Gov. Wing explains to calm the woman, face earnest.

“Araun, who says I’m angry? It was amazing! I’ve not seen anything like that in my life!” The old woman turns to Kalon. “She will teach me how to do that.”

“I told her only force wielders can do that…” Kalon glances at Din.

The elder snorts, “Bah! Force holders nonsense…”

“Wielders, elder.”

“Whatever.” The loose bun on Ydela’s gray head moves as she irritably waves off Kalon’s  correction, “It can be learned.”

“I hate to interrupt.” Everyone turns to the councilwoman after Aylith clears her throat loudly. She looks impatient. “Have you the medicine?”

“Why do you want to know?” The apothecary snaps back. 

“The Mand’alor waits for the medicine for the governor …”

“Eh? What’s your hurry?”

“Ydela! Please! Softer words!” Gov. Wing spreads his hands in a helpless gesture of apology to Din.

“The Mand’alor is needed by our people.” Aylith stands formally; feet together and hands clasped behind her in deference to the people before her.

“They have been here for days. They can wait some more.” Din didn’t see the face Aylith made. “I want to see how the governor does.”

“Din,” Kalon whispers. “I have the ingredients for the medicine except…”

“Except?”

“Eh, there’s one missing ingredient.” The female elder sticks a finger in her hair and scratches her head, her gray bun bobs up and down.

“What is missing?”  Din asks and marveled at his steady voice. Elder Ydela reminds him of Pelli of Tattoine. The helmet hides the many times he smirked whenever he’s at Hangar 3-5. The Mantis need the attention of Pelli for a real check and tune up. Here he goes again planning as if he can get the effing time to do it!

“It’s not far if you have a ship.” The apothecary nods towards the Mantis.

“No problem, elder. I just need the coordinates.” His hand hovers to tap the numbers on his vambrace.

Elder Ydela gapes at the request. “Uh, coordinates? Eh, I only know the direction.” she takes a step back when Kalon turns to  her. “Oh! What is it?”

“May I elder?” The witch slowly walks to the old woman.

“Oh?” The elder takes a wary step back. “What will you do?

“Read your mind.”  Kalon smiles at the old woman to belay her fear. Her eyes were hypnotic. ‘It won’t hurt.”

“Read my mind? Uhm,” Ydela had a short moment of indecision but she just shrugged.  “fine, go ahead. Oh!” The old woman froze as Kalon holds her head in her hands. The witch looks deep into her eyes then Kalon’s own glows white. It did not last long. When the shimmering stops Kalon releases the old woman gently at one of the porch chairs.

“Owh….” She gasps with a smile. “my goodness!” The elder presses the witches’ hand in hers for a moment. “Oh! It was fun!”

“I know where it is.” Kalon takes Din’s hand and leads him outside.

“Let’s go!” The bald headed boy returns Grogu to Din then and he and a taller boy run off.

Gov. Wing, elder Ydela, Aylith and the attendants stop what they’re doing to find where a hum came from. It’s deep and resonating. One of the older attendants found the source first and he points a shaking hand to it.

It’s Kalon.

The flowing tattoos on her hand and arm glows bright as she opens a glowing circle a few inches from her hand. The portal  is large enough for one or two people to pass through.

When she got over her surprise Aylith Hyru hurries to the low table for her helmet but there is a sound similar to a high pitch.  She grabs her chest with a gasp as the sound wave passes through her. She was a few seconds too late; Kalon took Din’s hand and she and his foundling is swallowed in it.  

“Fuck!” The dome of Aylith’s helmet slams hard on the top of her head, the heels of her boots pound on the wooden steps. She stops at the pathway. “Where did they go? Attention! The Mand’alor has been taken! Attention!”  She gives the helmet a couple of taps to activate it but it remained dead. Nothing. “Ahh! Damn it..!” Acknowledge!” The headgear is quiet. No radio signal. No static.

“What happened?” The governor shuffles to the pathway turning this way and that. He is not quite over his shock.

“Councilwoman…!” The apothecary waves her hands. “Mistress Aylith!”

Her heart pounding loudly in the helm. “No! I have to follow  the Mand’alor!”

“Where would you go?” Elder Ydela spreads her hands with an amused smile.

“Come here, mistress Aylith.” The governor holds out a hand to the woman. “Have tea with us. Boys! Boil water!” His attendant jolts in action. The rest of the boys continue what they were tasked to do at the governor’s motion. Three boys hurried out carrying square woven baskets filled with Din Djarin’s personal items.

“Elders, you don’t understand! He might be in danger!”

“Oh! He’s a big boy! He’ll be fine! Master Din took care of us twice.” Elder Ydela raises two fingers and shook them to make a point.

“We don’t know that!” No matter what she does nothing is happening to her helmet. She couldn’t hear clearly from the helm now that audio has been cut off so Aylith removes it in anger. “Please…Would you address him as Mand’alor!”

“We tried.  He’s not into formal things.” Elder Ydela’s thin shoulders shake in amusement.

“Mistress Aylith, come.” In a soothing voice the governor waves the councilwoman over to the porch. “Calm down.”

“Please! Please tell me where they went.” Aylith almost begged the old woman.

“They will be back soon. Do not worry. Mistress Kalon knows time is of the essence.” Elder Wing pats Aylith’s arm. He brought the reluctant councilwoman back up to the porch but she starts to walk to and fro. 

The teenage boys who are appointed to the governor feel as if they’ve hit the news jackpot. Things are way exciting these days; there are warrior men and women, three Jedi as well as a tall statuesque witch! And there’s even a monster right outside their wall!

Elder Ydela took a pouch from her apron and measured about one handful of dried leaves to a kettle with fresh hot water.“ In the meantime I have this tea that would calm your nerves. Sit. Sit!”

“That witch might harm him!” Aylith stops her pacing for a moment while she decides if she would jet back to the cruiser to get some people to help her to look for Din. She looks down at her incapacitated helmet; without it she couldn’t fly to the upper atmosphere where her cruiser is in orbit. No oxygen means she’d lose consciousness as soon as she gets there. Her jet pack would shut down and she’d fall back to the ground. That bitch of a witch did this!

“Oh…she wants to do something to him alright.” Elder Ydela starts to snort and giggle. A little bit of the tea spills from her unsteady hands as she pours the amber beverage in small bowls.

“Ydela!” The governor exclaims in disapproval, he sports a big frown at his associate.  

“Eh!” she waves Gov. Wing a dismissing hand.  “We have been young once, Araun. We’ve seen these young people with their problems of the heart.”

“No! It’s not that …” Aylith is taken to a chair by the medicine woman and she had no choice but to accept the cup.  The hot drink calmed her slightly after  few thirsty sips. She  realized that she’s getting worked up which is so uncharacteristic of her. “If the Mand’alor is compromised…”

“My dear, do not fear mistress Kalon. She is formidable but she’s not a bad person.” Gov. Wing nods into his tea then glanced at the apothecary.

“She wants to bring the Mand’…”

“Din Djarin.”

Aylith takes a deep breath but it was hard to compose herself. “She will take him to Dathomir…”

“Well, she could have done that before.” Elder Ydela points out as she takes her own drink to a couch. “But can we do anything about it? None.”

The governor leans forward after another coughing fit. “He will be back. Trust me.”

-o0o-

“That was fast!” Din clicks off the illumination on his helmet. When they stepped in he thought it’s a dark tunnel they were getting into but he was wrong. There was a moment of slight disorientation after they walked out of the portal but other than that he felt fine and Grogu looks none the worse as well. One minute they were standing at the stone walkway of the guest house and then they are on top of a flat area of a broad windswept cliff with jutting rocks. The sun bathes the cliff with a reddish hue. The air smells of the ocean and …“Sunset?”

“Sunrise.” Kalon turns to him her straight hair moves like a thick pale curtain as she explores which part of the field has the best blooms. Hitching up her skirt, she climbs towards the upper slope where the flowers were bigger and deeper in color.

“Where are we?” The topography is different and the environment is what would have been if Calodan hadn’t been set ablaze. “We have traveled far from Calodan, right?”

“Yes, to the other side.”

“Other side?  Of the hemisphere?”

“Yes.”

“Dank Ferrik!” Din was really blown away. He didn’t think her power could reach this far. Grogu jumps down from his arms to the field of green and yellow blossoms to follow the witch.  “Hey Grogu! Stay close!” Din shakes his head in worry as the boy find something interesting up at the slope and…as always the kid doesn’t look back. Kids.

“These are the flowers the apothecary needed. This is a good spot.” Kalon points at an area of dense vegetation. Simultaneously the stems snap off as she lifts a patch of it. “These seeds look ripe enough.”

“What does this do?” The blossom he picks up has tiny red seeds hanging from black thin stems in the center of the flower. 

“It removes the toxins from the body and aids in sleep.” Kalon notices Din’s curiosity as she separates the seeds from the flowers using the force. “You could practice your ability here. There’s nothing to harm but wildflowers and rocks.”

Din sighs. Ah yes. The ‘gift’ of the Seeing Rock of Tython. “Thank you for reminding me. Okay, I’ll try what you’re doing.”

“Take that patch over there. Pick the flowers that are a little wilted with red seeds not the brown ones.”

Nodding, Din holds out his hand to focus the Force to his target. It begins to pull out a spot of blooms a few feet away, “Got it. Ah, Dank Ferrik! Grogu!” And then, right at this moment  the kid practices his force jumping at a series of outcroppings that resembles the jagged spine of a massif.* Through experience Din had to always have an eye on Grogu wherever they are. He turned his back on the kid one time and Grogu managed to descend the wrath of a swarm of ice spiders and its mother on them. “Grogu! Hey! That’s far enough!”   

“I’ll get him.” Suddenly Grogu twists around with mouth open wide as soon as he hears a delightful sound. The child hurried down loudly trilling.  “So now that’ll keep him busy…and full.”  

“And without a fight. Amazing. That’s the most stubborn kid in the galaxy.”  All Din could do is shake his head as the boy grabs two reptiles in each hand; cooing and chortling. “I don’t think I can produce frogs on demand.”

“True,” Kalon said with a short giggle. When she shrugged it caught his eye on what she’s wearing. She looks breath-taking in a dark maroon outfit which shows off her smooth shoulders, “but if he’s far away you can force grab him.”

“No, I might crush the kid.” Din was relieved that Grogu now sits on a rock floating one of the frogs and the other has been devoured already.

“Like any skill practice makes perfect.”

“I’m impressed that Luke Skywalker taught him so much in that short time.”

“No…he already knows these things.  I told you, he created a figure of us in mud.”

Din has to agree on what she said. “Practice makes perfect.” He got three flowers to levitate for a few feet or two off the ground but the petals tremble in the air.

“Relax.” Kalon lightly massages Din’s arm.

“Dank Ferrik!” Din whispers after he tensed from her touch. Din slowly released a deep breath when  the flowers fell to the ground. The red seeds tumble and roll and finally disappeared in the tangle of undergrowth. It’s hard to focus when she’s near and when he keeps getting aroused at what happened in the Mantis. Din takes a breath as deep as Kalon’s. She is in his blood and for the first time he craved someone like he had never wanted before. “I didn’t mean to…”

“I know. Did you know the councilwoman is attracted to you?”

 Din noticed she looks amused. He forgot his apprehension when she smiles. “That is on her. Are you… jealous?”

“Should I be jealous?”

“How do witches get jealous?”

Kalon gave him a smirk and she didn’t seem to mind that he reacted to her touch. She knows why too. “Calamitous.”

As Din watches Kalon creates a container out of the stems of the flowers she harvested-all using the force. A small  bunch of stems float to Grogu and the boy begins to copy what she does.  “See? Grogu uses the force to create things. That’s how he learns how to channel all that power and rage.”

“Rage?” Din regards  the boy at the rock which looks so much like the domed Seeing Stone on Tython

“Oh yes he has but he has immense love too.”

“Is that dangerous for someone like him?”

“Why is love dangerous?”

“He hurts people he thinks were hurting me.”

“Nothing wrong with that.  You’d do the same for him, right?”

“Undoubtedly.”

Kalon nods at his answer and she returns the shrug. “That’s love.” At last she seals the small woven bag she made. “We have the last ingredient.” She said with a sigh at the package in her palm.

“Okay, let’s go.” Din points ahead for her to open the portal but when nothing happens he turns to Kalon. “Did you forget something?”

“Din, I have a request.”

“What is it?” As the self-assured former candidate for the High Matriarch of Dathomir takes a deep nervous breath Din had fixed on her thoughts.

“May I see you again?”

-o0o-

With a loud crash the heavy wooden stool fell to its side. Its occupant’s feet almost tripped as he steps back; out of shock. “Ahsoka.” A pale Luke Skywalker stares at his Jedi colleague. “That is preposterous.”

“Yes, it is but it’s true. I’ve been there.”

“That is not my father there.”

“I just want you to…”

“No.” Luke turns around and paced at a nearby bookshelf.

“You don’t even want to talk to him?”

“Why is he there? What’s his reason?”

“He wants to help him.”

“What’s his motive?”

“To help…”

“No. That can’t be it.”

“Din didn’t like that Anakin is in his head.”

“And he should be.”

“But Anakin said he has blessed all of his powers to Din.”

“And you believe that?” Luke took a deep breath as his jaw muscles ripple. “I’m worried for Din.”

“Din said the same thing. He freaked out.”

“And right he should!”

“What do we do?”

“Let me think.” Luke passes a cold hand on his face. “I’ve never had this problem before.”

“Talk to Anakin.”

“Ah…” Luke stops his pacing, hands on hips. “Yes, I think we need to do that.”

“Not we, but you. Just you.”

“Fine. Where is Din?”

-o0o-

“Are you two happy now?” Even through Din’s flight suit the fine hairs on his arm and chest were standing up. He’s still unused to the direct touch of another person’s skin on his face. The feel of warmth could jolt Din slightly and it is still hard not to flinch but that doesn’t matter to the two before him. They regard him with something short of adoration. Din had never seen anyone other than Grogu who takes delight on seeing his bared face.  

“Yes!” Kalon is rapturous. After she made the request seconds passed without any word from Din. Her shoulders drop and she begins to move away with a sad smile.

She turned her back on him looking disappointed so he gave in.  Din chuckles when Grogu joined them and he even ditched his beloved frog as soon as he hears that familiar hiss. He got up from his perch and took the distance in four leaps until he lands in Din’s open arms.

“I hate to break this up but we’re on the clock. Gov. Wing needs his medicine.”

“I agree.” Kalon smiles when Grogu took a deep sigh like her. “The air is so fresh here.  Can we come back?”

How can Din say no when Grogu gave him a ‘whimper’ that he was able to interprets as ‘please?’ “Of course. I also want to see this again. But now we must go.”

-o0o-

“What’s taking them so long?”

“They will not be long now. Have patience.“ Gov. Wing and Elder Ydela exchange a  smile at each other. They continue to calm the Mandalorian woman who hasn’t stopped pacing at the veranda.

“They have to be careful to pick the seeds. If the fruit is crushed then it’s thrown away.” Ydela said after a sip of tea.

“How much is needed, anyway?”

“As much as they can harvest.”

“It’s been half an hour now.” Aylith grumbles after she took another gulp of the drink. This is not the right way to enjoy good tea as if she was throwing back Ne'tra gal* from a cheap tavern but she was just worried and full of anxiety.

“Councilwoman, what does your government want to do now that the Mandalorians have a king?” Gov. Wing asks.

 “Uh…we would convene the council first and hear  what plans the Mand’alor has for the reunification….”

“Reunification?” Elder Ydela pours a different kind of tea for the governor. This one has been a combination of three kinds of herbs which made it dark green. It smells like medicine. Now that she’s done with her medical duties Elder Ydela takes a seat to enjoy some biscuits. Pale crumbs fell to the floorboards as she brushes them away.

“Our people are divided and always in conflict with each other.”

“How can one man unite all of you?”

“As he wields the darksaber…”

“What is that?”

“It’s a sword.”

“Is it a magic sword?”

“Magic?”

“Well, magical items usually do that says in the tales.”

“Perhaps you could say the sword is deemed magical by our  people. It was created by the first Mand’alor and Jedi.”

“That’s fascinating! So one can…”

“What’s that sound?” Gov. Wing puts down his half-finished cup on the low table.

“Sound? I don’t hear any…” The hum fills the air then  sounds of blaster fire sound faint but they don’t know where it comes from.

“Stay back elders!” Aylith goes down to the pathway as sounds of explosions came next but instead of faint it got louder. She readies her blaster…

Then something heavy slammed Aylith from behind and she was thrown back. When a body fell heavily a few feet from her she recognized the armor of Din Djarin.

Grogu holds out a hand towards an open gateway which looks like what the witch opened earlier and something small soar out of the glowing portal. The foundling floats the woven bag the to the veranda. It landed gently  on the table. One of the assailants released an energy attack but without missing a beat Grogu repulsed it back to where it came from.  

“Close the door!” Aylith shouts but the boy didn’t listen to her as white flashes of energy go off from the other side.

“Din!” The Togruta kneels down and checks on the state of her former student. She thanked the Force that Din was only winded. He looks around until his eyes landed on Grogu.

 “I’m going in!” When she peeks in the portal she sees Kalon trading shots with assailants. From her quick check there are three. There could be more. Kalon battles multiple opponents while trying to return to the portal. A  protective barrier would appear whenever an energy force would hit it.

Luke Skywalker and Ahsoka were on their way to talk to Din. The young attendants they met on the street points them to the guest house. It was Ahsoka who detected the faint blaster fire and they both run when the sound became loud enough to the  humans ears.

Luke peers into the portal quickly assessing the situation. The Jedi’s lightsaber hissed into power. “No! You can’t win with them. Lady Ahsoka, let’s go!”

“I’m coming with you! Kalon’s in trouble!” Din gets up with Ahsoka’s help while Grogu repels another attack.  It hit one attacker that is a female. “They’re Kalon’s sisters!

Grogu turns to Aylith and did something with his hand. Suddenly Aylith’s helmet came alive! Everything’s back to normal! She was wrong! It wasn’t Kalon’s doing it’s the boy…!

Aylith didn’t have time to process what happened. The force wielders steps into the gateway leaving Aylith with the elders and the rest of their attendants. “The Mand’alor is in danger! The fort is in danger!”

-o0o-

A/N:

Massiff - a reptilian species of dangerous hunters found on desert planets including Tatooine and Geonosis. Massiffs were domesticated for sentry and guard tasks, and were used by the Tusken Raiders of Tatooine.

Ne'tra gal - or black ale when translated from the Mando'a language into Galactic Basic Standard, was a traditional Mandalorian alcoholic beverage. Ne'tra gal earned its name from its dark, black coloration, and was a sticky ale with a sweet taste, unlike its bitter-tasting contemporary, kri'gee.

Chapter 38: YOU ARE MY HEART

While helping Grogu find a Jedi, an accident on Tython turned Din Djarin to a Force sensitive. Caught at a crossroads, he went back to Calodan to become the padawan of Ahsoka Tano but…Din’s other life has caught up with him.

~(o.o)~

A/N: I love the story of Din Djarin and Grogu. Also I am writing this because of the force of my inspiration Pedro Pascal and not for monetary gain. I have spoken. This is the way!

1 : Yuno, Din's attendant would look like kid on the side of the road from Season 2 Episode 15-The Believer.

2: On Pinterest see Din Djarin’s cute cottage in Calodan under the name Acer Wolfe at Silver Moon Inuyoukai board. You can also see the picture of the Mantis, Din’s new vehicle.

Kindly leave a review to bolster my confidence and muse and tell me what you think. Thank you!

Music: The MANDALORIAN // Danish National Symphony Orchestra (LIVE)

DISCLAIMER: I’ve been writing this even before S3 E24 (Din’s pledge)  I just got sidelined due to my new story The Talent which is Pedro-centric story about Dieter Bravo.

PADAWAN

CHAPTER 38

You are my heart

From Chapter 37:

“I’m coming with you! Kalon’s in trouble!” Din gets up with Ahsoka’s help while Grogu repels another attack.  It hit one attacker that is a female. “They’re Kalon’s sisters!

Grogu turns to Aylith and did something with his hand. Suddenly Aylith’s helmet came alive! Everything’s back to normal! She was wrong! It wasn’t Kalon’s doing it’s the boy…!

Aylith didn’t have time to process what happened. “The Mand’alor is in danger! The fort is in danger!”

The force wielders steps into the gateway….

-o0o-

“What should we do?”

“Elder, take your people to a safe place! Now!”

Gov. Wing turns to his attendants. “You heard the council woman! Call everyone!”

“Oh, merciful mother! They found the seeds!” Elder Ydela cups the precious packet and follows the attendants out of the guest house.

Aylith guards the open portal with her blasters. The Jedi were right; conventional weaponry do not work in a battle like this. What does she do if the fight spills into Calodan?

“Where are my reinforcements?” Aylith looks up as more than a dozen jetpacks come flying down like shooting stars in the night. Aylith feels such a relief.

“Orders alor?” A captain from her squadron landed by her side.

“Assist the governor! Gather and protect the citizens! Empty the city if you must!”

“It will be done!”

Aylith approves of the captain’s shouts of quick commands to the  troops. The captain came back quickly. He kept less than half of the fighters for reinforcement.

“Who are we fighting with, alor?”

 “Witches.”

The captain went quiet at the battle happening just beyond a magical opening.  “We must help the Mand’alor!” he urges Aylith.

Aylith shakes her head. “His order is to guard this door and that is what I will do!” They look up and around when something begins happening. “I don’t like that.” Aylith frowns.

-o0o-

Din is frustrated; to  stand just outside the portal but go no further. Din wants to go out there; Kalon is in danger. Half of the barrier covers the exit to the cliffs and  it sparks at a touch.

While Din, Grogu and Kalon were about to return to Calodan he and Grogu were enveloped in a ball of protective barrier. Din and Grogu were confused as the ball flew into the Calodan portal.

He can’t leave her there standing all alone waiting for…

Din turns sharply at the direction of a sound.  Dank Ferrik!

Another portal blinks into existence and beyond is a dark place. Din swears he’d seen it before but he couldn’t recall where! He could sense other people behind the portal. Shit! The mind meld! He cursed under his breath. I know where!  

“Kalon….” The witch drawls chuckling in evil glee; her jet black hair flow in the breeze.  “sister! You were hard to find.”

“How?”

“The very portal you opened, sister.”

 “What do you want, Ira?” Kalon glares back at the one who also flares her own power like her.

“You and that child.” Ira curls her lips in scorn.

“Touch that child and you die!” Kalon snaps and threatens the dark witch a stiff glowing finger.

“Ira!” A witch with red hair runs out of the opposite portal. “Let me speak to Kalon!”

“You will not! You failed your task so you will remain quiet!”

“What makes you think I’ll go with you?” Kalon snarls.

“Come back with us, Kalon. Please. This doesn’t have to be violent.” Suddenly the red-haired witch clutches her throat and struggles to breathe.

“I ordered you to be quiet, Sayir!” Ira snarls, eyes glowing. “You ought to be punished for letting her go!” Sayir came down hard on her knees, her face darkening in an unflattering contrast to her red hair.

“Sayir!” Kalon unleashed a blast towards Ira which staggered the dark witch. Released from the choke hold, Sayir fell down gasping after she was released. “You fight me, Ira!” Kalon scowls as three other witches came through the dark gateway. 

“Oh, I’d love to!” Ira and the three other witches begin drawing power between their hands.

“She will not fight alone!”

“How did you breach the barrier? Go back, Din! There are more coming!”

“What’s this?” Ira points at Din. “You caught this one? You finally decided to come down from your high horse, sister?”

Kalon moves in front of Din. “He’s not important! Focus on me!”

“Then he is important!” Ira snickers evilly. “A Mandalorian even! Sister, there’s one thing,” she held up a finger, “one thing I admire about you; you always do something different.”

“And you’ve always been a shady bitch!” Kalon flew away and repelled  Ira’s attack meant for Din.

“Din, defend the Calodan portal.” Luke and Ahsoka runs to Din who is being attacked by the three witches. He already countered one of the witches who stepped out of the dark portal.

“We’ll face the others.” Luke force repels one of the witches, with a cry she hit her back on one of the spiked rocks.

“I will take care of that witch instead. She seems to be Kalon’s ally.” Still, Din seemed to be the target of the attack.

“We’ll take care of those three.” Ahsoka said in parting. At once the two Jedi engage the two witches.  

Din endeavors to pull the weakened witch toward him while trying to deflect errant pot shots at him. Her size would be better suited for him to use the Force than Grogu’s tiny body. He’s sorry that he’ll have to use the witch as practice but Din could never test anything about the Force on Grogu. It’s working; he got to lift the witch a few inches off the ground. The force was able  to slide her over until she’s by his side.

“You…you are force sensitive?” the red-haired witch stammers her shock.

Din inclines his head, sweat beading on his forehead. Thank the ancestors  for the hard-working helmet fan. “That is a safe area behind me. Enter it.”

“No, I will not abandon Kalon.” The woman winces as she gets on her feet. She wavers a little but she quickly recovers.

“Dank…” Din swung the saber and repelled the two shots that came at them.

“Darksaber…” Sayir looks at the sword and back to Din. This time the redhead regards him with some respect. “Sayir of Dathomir. Sister of Kalon.”

His voice declares his surprise, “Not many people know what this is.”

“The blade absorbs power, my lord. Allow it to, understand?” Sayir spreads her hand and the barrier blinks out. She leaves him and together with Kalon the three sisters engage in a fierce battle in the air.

Din looks around a little worried then in a panic. He forgot…Grogu! Where is he?  Ah! Din sighed in relief. The boy is just inside the portal.  “Good, you’re there. Stay in there, kid. Protect the village.” Grogu squeaked  in warning; eyes open wide.  

A blinding bolt of energy comes rushing at Din, he turns back just in time as  the blade meets the attack. He let out a grunt of effort and wavered on his feet for a step and a half but he steadied his footing. He ball of energy collapsed and the sword absorbed the energy, just like what the red-haired witch says. The current flickers along the blade while the energy builds up.

“Dank Ferrik!” Din gasped in amazement.  In a sudden playful mood, Din dares touch the spark. It was then he realized too late he might get zapped as it leaps to his finger. “Hey! It tickles…” he chuckles as he continues playing with the energy bolt. It dances in between his fingers and down his arm. ”Look at this kid!” With a smile in his voice Din turns to Grogu knowing the kid would  like to see it.   “Ah…Dank Ferrik!” Aylith, the Mandalorian soldiers, Gov. Wing, Yuno, Jem, the attendants… They were frozen, kind of scared or in awe. Of him.

Except Grogu.

The kid was chortling just like Din knew he would.

Din swung the saber and returned the accumulated power back to his attacker. The witch who unleashed it was wide-eyed with terror. She tried to run away from it but the current followed and overcame her. Din was stunned when the force doubled as it hit the witch; she didn’t move where she fell. Now minus one enemy, Luke and Ahsoka doubled their efforts in tackling the two remaining adversaries.

Din looks up, someone sounded hurt. It was Ira, Kalon bound the dark-haired witch with an energy ‘rope’. With a shout Sayir also unleashed another lasso to secure Ira. Together, the two witches drag their defeated sister down to the ground.

 “You are a disgrace to our kind, Kalon!” Ira glares at Kalon exerting a lot of effort to escape the ‘ropes’.

“No, Risa defied the matriarch and brought the imperials to us!” Kalon stands before Ira and unleashed another rope.

“And you supported Risa!” Still breathing hard, Sayir glares at Ira angrily.

“It’s Kalon who brought down the wrath of the imperials upon us!” Ira yells.

“I would kill anyone who thinks of harming my child!”

“Your child? For that creature you call your ‘son’?! You’re insane!” Her high-pitched laugh made Kalon and Sayir frown.

“They abused and tortured him! How can I let them hurt him!”

“It’s not even your own species!” Ira spits at Kalon’s feet.  “You’re weak!” Ira shrieked in pain and then fell to the ground unconscious.

“Kalon! Are you hurt?”

“No.” Kalon was surprised at Din’s arm around her. ”Grogu! How’s Grogu?”

“He’s there. Safe.” Din shows Kalon where the boy is. “Look. Do you wanna see him?”

“I will guard Ira, sister.” Sayir is still a little astonished at the show of affection between Kalon and the Mandalorian. “Grogu needs you.”

“They are our allies, Sayir.” Kalon assured her redheaded sister. Sayir looks at the two sorcerers with suspicion.

The redhead lifts a brow but gave Kalon a curt assent. “Understood.”

“But first let me greet you my sister.” Kalon and Sayir joined hands, eyes closed. “This is Din Djarin, the Mand’alor of planet Mandalore.”

Sayir bows deep. “It is an honor, your grace. Thank you for protecting me.”

“We have met. Please call me Din.”

The witch raises a brow in surprise but nods back. ‘You must hurry, sister.” Sayir closed the portal behind them. “There might be more.”

“Din,’ Kalon stops halfway to the portal.

“I’m so relieved you are okay.” Din caresses the face of the woman he had come to love in such a short time.

“I… I have something to tell you.”

-o0o-

Now that the fight has been finished Aylith sent a cavalry of soldiers beyond the portal to assist and reinforce Luke Skywalker, Ahsoka Tano and the red-haired witch. When the men have been deployed Aylith came back to the cottage and found a group of people at the pathway.

“The cottage is occupied.” Elder Wing holds out a hand to halt the councilwoman but Aylith stepped up the veranda.

“By whom?” There are voices in the house; sounds of argument.

Din and Kalon.

-o0o-

“Do not go!”

“No! They’ll never stop now they found me!”

“We’ll fight them together!”

“No Din! You cannot come with me!”

“I will go with you!”

“NO! They’ll never allow you there! Your people need you. Take care of Grogu for me!”

“We’ll take care of him together!” Din places Kalon’s hands on his Beskar covered chest. He wanted to feel her hands on his skin again.

“Please! Din, don’t make this more difficult! I have to face my coven. I can do that now.”

“Why?”

“Because Grogu’s well-being is secured; he’s with you. You love and care for him.”

“You’ll never have to doubt it, Kalon.” Kalon gasps in surprise when Din took  his  helmet off.  “Will you come back…to me?”

They take a deep breath after their lips part after a very long kiss.  “Yes, I will come back to you. Din, but I need to go.”

“I want to pledge with you.”

“What?” Kalon whispers, eyes wide.

“A pledge is a declaration of….”

“Yes, I know what it is!”

“What do you say?”

“You’re just trying to secure me.” The sassy smile and lip bite is back.

“I want to give you another reason to come back. A family.”

“A family.” Kalon’ face is radiant and beautiful.  “Yes! I will take the pledge with you Din!”

Din takes Kalon’s hand and brings it to his heart as he puts his other hand to her heart. “Kalon of Dathomir, I, Din Djarin of Mandalore pledge myself to you…”

“Din Djarin of Mandalore, I, Kalon of Dathomir pledge myself to you…” With shaking voice Kalon repeats the solemn words with Din. “we are one when together, we are one when parted, we share all….”

“…we will raise warriors.” They gaze at each other after the last words have been spoken. Din wraps her in his arms. He closes his eyes as he feels an ache in his heart.

“You are my heart.” Kalon murmurs contentedly in the arms of the man she loves but in her heart she has a gnawing of worry.

-o0o-

“May I offer some medical care, my lady?” Luke approaches the red-haired witch cautiously.

“And you?” Sayir imperiously motions to the two Jedi.

“I am Luke Skywalker of Tattoine and my colleague is Lady Ahsoka Tano of Shili.” Luke points to himself and Ahsoka.

“I am Sayir of Dathomir. You fought well.”

For a witch the comment was a compliment. Luke bows while Ahsoka looks amused. “What happens after this, Lady Sayir?”

Sayir took a deep breath of the fresh sea air. She hates the air at Dathomir though it is her home. She likes this area on this planet. “Kalon and I will return to our coven and establish Kalon as the new matriarch.”

“I thought she is a fugitive?”

“She had been pardoned ….before our matriarch died.”

“May her spirit live among us.”

“Impressive! You know our ways, Jedi.”

“So, if Kalon has been pardoned why is she pursuing her?” Ahsoka nods to the bound dark-haired witch.

“Her name is Ira.” Sayir breathed deep as she regard  the gateway Kalon and the Mandalorian went to. There is a lush garden and pathway beyond it. One thing stood out for Sayir: Kalon is holding hands with the man! The image was so startling to the redhead. “Ira and Kalon has been rivals since they were acolytes. Even when Kalon left the matriarch did not move Ira up as a contender. The matriarch was hoping for Kalon to come back. Ira and Kalon have always been the top contenders. It was a hard choice.”

“What was the tipping point?” Ahsoka leans back on her rock as she does her favorite hobby; observing Din and Kalon, Aylith, Luke and now Sayir.

“Kalon has heart.”

-o0o-

“Grogu…come on. Open up.” Head down Din shakes his head. “Kalon wants to talk to you. Kid? Hey. Can you hear me, kid? Kid?” There’s nothing Din could do but heave a frustrated sigh. “What the hell!” he whispers.

“What seems to be the problem, Mand’alor?” The familiar golden helmet of the armorer approaches.

“He locked himself in.”

“The pod is self-contained and where he can be safe. It was my design. Why did he lock himself in?”

“He was upset. He didn’t like what’s happening.” It was quiet inside the pod.

“What is?”

“Kalon is leaving.”

“You have resolved your custody issue?”

“Yes.  I have made the pledge…”

“To the witch?” The armorer turns to an amazing view of a door to another location.

“Yes.”

“Why?”

“It is what I want.”

“This could raise some problems, Din Djarin.”

“I was not under duress when I did so.”

“You felt affection then.” The clan leader sighs. “We shall have a talk about many things, Mand’alor.”

Din nods back. “What do I do with him in the meantime?”

“Just like all children in general they need space.”

“Space?”

“Yes. He will emerge when he’s ready.”

Din looks back to the locked pram. “When will that be?”

“Until the next meal.” Din could swear the armorer is amused at Din’s predicament. Her shrug to him seems like a ‘welcome to the club’ gesture.

-o0o-

“He’s angry, isn’t he?” Kalon lifts her head up from Din’s chest. She came back after she made sure that Ira has not woken up and to assure herself that Sayir has recovered from her choking. “It’s still locked?”

“Yeah. I can’t open it.” They regard the floating egg-like pod at the veranda. “When will you come back?”

Kalon smiles at Din’s impatience. “As soon as I have cleared my name but…I don’t know what else would happen.”

“Will you be in danger?”

“Perhaps. Our coven is divided because of what I did. I do not know who are my allies or how many there were.”

“Whatever happens, come back to me. To us.” Kalon nods to him.

“He’s still sulking.” Kalon frowns;  she  goes to it and gave the metal shell a rub.

“Well, meet the most stubborn kid on the parsec.”

“Grogu,” Kalon kneels before the pram. “I guess I’ll be going now. I don’t want to bring more enemies here. I thought I had a lot of time…” she gave the pod an embrace. “I don’t want everyone here to be in danger, most especially you.” She sighs when the pod remained closed. “I must prepare Muk for the trip.” Hands clasped Din and Kalon walks down the veranda where Aylth Hyru stands guard. Kalon feels the woman’s sadness. She knows.

“Council woman, my riduur, Kalon of Dathomir.”

“Ibic cuyir te ara!” Aylith bows; balled fist placed on her chest. She quietly thanks the boy Grogu who fixed her helmet so that she wouldn’t have to show her face.

“Lady Aylith, I will leave the safety of my family to your hands until I come back.”

“You do not need fear, my lady.” with a nod Din and Kalon passes through the portal.

-o0o-

“It looks very secured.” Luke says. He observed when Kalon created a sarcophagus-like container for Ira and her cohorts.  

“It is.” Sayir glances at the male Jedi who seemed to be following everything she does. “We must go back to Dathomir.”

“What area do you live on the planet, lady Sayir?”

“My coven occupies the south eastern area.”

Ahsoka let Luke entertain the witch. She has a smile as she goes to meet Kalon and Din on Calodan soil. “You two look worried. What’s wrong?”

“Your padawan is on a tantrum mode.” Din sighs.

“What?” Ahsoka  snorts.

“He’s hiding.”  Kalon looks sadly behind her; to Calodan.

“Ah….so where is he?”

“In the pod.” Kalon sighs.

“Yeah, at my former cottage. It’s now Gov. Wing’s house.”

“Okay, I’ll deal with my padawan but Luke wants to talk to you.”

Din shakes his head with a sigh, “He’s ticket number 2.”

“Who holds ticket number 1?”

“My clan leader and I need to have a talk too.”

“Sounds portentous.”

Din shrugs, “I do really need to talk to her, on many things.”

“May you have a strong union.” Ahsoka chuckles softly at Kalon’s surprise.

“Ahsoka has good ears.” Ahsoka smirks after she gave a playful jab at Din’s shoulder.

“Teach Grogu how to grow his use of the force.”

“I will do my best. Safe travels.” The Togruta sighs as she watches her former padawan and his new partner walk out of the guest house compound.

-o0o-

Only a few Mandalorian guards were present outside  the cottage as Ahsoka took the steps. They gave her a polite nod knowing who she is.

“Hey Grogu.” Ahsoka talks softly to the closed  pod. “I don’t know how long you wanna stay there.  I heard they cooked your favorite dish today.” Ahsoka grins as she hears faint movement inside.  She affectionately pats the egg-like pod. “You remember they don’t cook it often. Shame if you miss it because you’re in there.” Ahsoka gave the metal cover a little tap. “Look, I understand you don’t like what’s happening. Why don’t you tell Din what you feel? He thinks you’re angry at him.” Ahsoka sighs. It was quiet once more. “You know he’ll listen to you but you can’t mope in there. Besides, I know you’ll get hungry soon.” She chuckles quietly. “Don’t miss the chance to see Kalon before she leaves, okay?”

-o0o-

“Paz, you can leave the rancor to her. He needs to wake up.”

The big man who watches over the rancor rose from the fire. Three other Mandalorians who share the fire with him took to their feet as well. “Is that safe?”

“Yes. There’s no danger.” After sensing them, the wise counsel of Luke Skywalker on her outfit didn’t escape her memory.  

“Is he able to travel?”

“He has to. Give him the antidote.” A chuckle surprised  everyone; they stop and found where it’s coming from.

“It’s Grogu!” Kalon gasps. Grogu sits at the back of the sleeping rancor. The boy looks as if he’s riding Muk.

“Hey, buddy. What the hell are you doing there? Whoa!” Din could only shake his head as Grogu hurled himself at him. The boy laughed hard as he landed in Din’s open arms. “So, you done moping?” The boy slightly nods, he’s in a changed mood. “Good.   Go on, kid.” Grogu seemed to calm down when he looks at the teary-eyed Kalon. He whimpers, hands reaching for her.

“Oh, Grogu I’m so glad…” At Din’s nod  Kalon took the boy.  

“Will the boy stay?” Paz nods to where the witch and the boy walk over to the rancor.

“Yes.”

“That’s good. This is the way.” The three other men chuckles.

Din frowns, something is off. “Kalon will come back after she ascends as matriarch in her coven.”

“That’s impressive. Will she stay too?”

“Yes. Hey…” Din glowers when Paz and the three other guys turn to each other. Something was exchanged and he didn’t like what he read about them. “What did you three talk about?”

“What?” Paz pretends to be confused but Din felt the bigger man tense.

“What did you say?” Din takes a step forward. “ You were thinking of something vulgar about Kalon. What is it?”

“I don’t understand.” Paz shrugs while the three turns to each other. Tense and wary then…scared. They know.

“Mand’alor, lady Kalon’s companion is looking for her…” Aylith stops and went on guard. “What is going on?” she gasps, shocked, “Mand’alor!” Din force pulls the big man and hoists him up.

“What the hell, man?” Paz is like a puppet on a string moving four feet in the air.

“You and these three were disrespecting her!”  Din froze the other men when they tried to leave. “Talking obscenely about her…!”

“What?! We didn’t…”

“Liar!”

“Din! What’s this?” With Grogu in her arms, a shocked Kalon rushed back to the campfire after she heard some loud words being exchanged. It interrupts her farewell talk with Grogu.

“They’re insulting you.”

“Man, you’re insane!” Paz shouts.

“Have some respect! That’s your Mand’alor!”

“We weren’t saying anything…shit!” Paz started gagging, a trembling hand clutch at his throat. He starts punching his chest as he begins to panic.

“You were gossiping about Kalon and I, about what someone saw in private!” The councilwoman steps back when Din suddenly caught her thoughts. ”You knew.” Din hisses as he lifts Paz higher in the air.

-o0o-

Chapter 39: TION'AD TE HARAN CUYIR KAYSH?

Summary:

While helping Grogu find a Jedi, an accident on Tython turned Din Djarin to a Force sensitive. Caught at a crossroads, he went back to Calodan to become the padawan of Ahsoka Tano but…Din’s other life has caught up with him.

~(o.o)~

A/N: I love the story of Din Djarin and Grogu. Also I am writing this because of the force of my inspiration Pedro Pascal and not for monetary gain. I have spoken. This is the way!

1 : Yuno, Din's attendant would look like kid on the side of the road from Season 2 Episode 15-The Believer.

2: On Pinterest see Din Djarin’s cute cottage in Calodan under the name Acer Wolfe at Silver Moon Inuyoukai board. You can also see the picture of the Mantis, Din’s new vehicle.

Music: The MANDALORIAN // Danish National Symphony Orchestra (LIVE)

Translation:

Suvarir - Understand

Ner kar'taylir darasuum – I love  you

Shi gar kar'taylir Ni jorhaa'ir mando’a - Just you know I speak Mando’a.

Tion'ad te haran cuyir kaysh? - Who the hell is he?

Buy'ce –helmet

PADAWAN

CHAPTER 39

TION'AD TE HARAN CUYIR KAYSH?

”You knew.” Din hisses.

“I do.” Aylith gulps. How? She wants to hold her ground but she wants to put some distance between them at the same time. Behind Din Paz rises higher in the air. It was terrifying to behold.

“Someone  else knew.” Din spoke again in that voice.

“Mand’alor, I wanted  to tell you but your attention was …you were tackling so many things…”  Blood starts to rush to her ears. Aylith  braces  for that tightening around her neck.

To the people who are listening, Din’s voice reminds them of the growl of an animal combined with a synth sound. “When?”

“A few hours ago, at the cruiser. I quickly took care of it. I confiscated the material and deleted it from his helmet!” The way she got angry placated Din somewhat. “And I thought it was the end.”

“Where is he?” He follows Aylith’s gesture. Up.

“Let me deal with this, councilwoman.” Kalon has to remove the scared woman out of Din’s sight. She took her aside.  “Go with the councilwoman, my love, okay?” Grogu caressed her cheek, cooing. They touch foreheads before putting Grogu in Aylith’s arms. “Take Grogu to the cottage.” Kalon gently pushes the official away. She sent Grogu a flying kiss as Aylith almost run to the guest house. “Din? Din, let him down.”

“He…they were trading gossip. Someone recorded us…”

“Yes, someone is talking, still talking.” Kalon sighs. “I read their thoughts too. It’s something you and I cannot control. Do I kill anyone who thinks lewd thoughts about me all the time? No.” Kalon shrugs and gave him that wink again.   “You did the same to me, remember?”

“You asshole…!” In the air Paz struggles from his invisible attacker, grunting in pain, stiff fingers clawing at his neck.

“Release him, Din.”  Kalon put both arms on his shoulders, “He’s your brother. They’re your clan.”

Din snarled in frustration but she was right. “Fine.” Paz went sprawling hard on the ground, wheezing for breath.  The other Mandalorians howl in surprise; they almost fell on their faces after they were released. “You owe your life to her.” He said to the men.

“Din’s the only one allowed to have lewd thoughts about me…” The three men take a step back as Kalon glares at them, eyes glowing. “Or you’ll all regret it, suvarir?”

“Yes…” Paz grumbles as the others help him up.

“I don’t only know some words, Paz, shi gar kar'taylir Ni jorhaa'ir mando’a*.” The men tensed and glance at each other. “Wake up Muk, please.”

“Yes, at once.” Paz clears his throat. From his pouch Paz takes out an instrument and slides a brown ampoule in the barrel.  He delivers the antidote with the dermal spray and takes a few steps back. After a few seconds the rancor begins to stir. Kalon murmurs soft words to the creature to calm it down. Muk hums from the soft touch.

“Paz, we’re not done.”

Kalon touches him on the arm. “No Din, it wasn’t him.”

Din sees the image of the man who did it, the man Aylith confronted. “Ah, is that him….”

“Wait Din, he’s one of you.”

“Not from my covert.”

“It doesn’t matter. He’s a Mandalorian.”

“A dishonorable one.” Din cups Kalon’s face; the slim arms that wrap around his waist calms him down. She knows he’s smiling at her from behind the buy’ce.  “I will deal with that person myself…”

“Just don’t do anything rash, please cyar’ika.” Kalon leans in Din’s hand, rubbing her cheek against it and wish it’s his bare hand she could feel.  

“That wretch owes his life to you.” Din regards the drowsy rancor after he touches forehead with Kalon. “Can you control him?” he gestures her to go to Muk.

“Yes, but why?” Muk rumbles softly at her embrace.

“To settle a debt.” Din goes to the flank where he cut the animal. The rancor twitches as his touch. “Relax. I was wrong, buddy. No hard feelings, okay?” Din grins when all he got was an irritated growl from the rancor. Kalon is wide-eyed in amazement. The animal’s hide begins to change. “He will be as good as new.”

“Ner kar'taylir darasuum!”* With a big smile Kalon kisses the front of Din’s helmet.  

-o0o-

Two of Corvus’s satellites are out. One is on full moon and the other is on quarter. They’re stunning. It’s beautiful out here. Din is in awe. Their moon shine reminds him of the same color as Kalon’s hair. Din just breached the first level of the atmosphere.  It’s a first for him to experience to fly this high. Adrenaline is kicking in and at this height he could detect the drop in the temperature. Thin drafts of cold air push though his flight suit. It feels refreshing but not on an extended period. He didn’t expect it to be so. Still on his way up, Din checks his vambrace, the one with the jet pack gauge. It reads 95% full. So far so good. He’s merely being cautious. He doesn’t want to test the limit of the Force. Not at this height.

He chuckles. It’s a bad thing to make Ahsoka worry. Again.

It took days for her just to simmer down and she never lets him forget the time he almost died whenever she gets the chance. It’s a good feeling to have someone with a genuine concern for his well-being.  He’s never had that even in the covert. He admires that about her. It’s good to have someone he’s comfortable working with, fighting with, learning with. Ahsoka slays him with her skills every session but things changed. Luke came back with Grogu. The young Jedi and Ahsoka warned him of a danger and the voice in I head also whisper forewarnings that scares him a little because it has something to do with Grogu. Out of necessity they switched teachers, again, so Grogu could be more comfortable n harnessing his ability.

Din would miss having daily darksaber training with Ahsoka. Maybe he could squeeze in between Grogu’s training if she has time.

The recording of Luke’s fight at the cruiser is still saved in the files of his buy’ce. He uses the young Jedi’s moves for practice and it never fails to impress Din when he defeated those dark troopers.

But that’s not all the reason why.

The recording was about the last time he saw Grogu. He replays the recording from the time he saw the boy in the brig up to the point where the elevator closed his view of the boy. Grogu is back with him and a part of Grogu’s mysterious past has been revealed and the woman who saved him is now a part of his life too. His clan.

But it took one wicked person to dirty his clan sigil.  Din felt naked, exposed. His life open to nasty gossip, his son to ridicule, his riduur subjected to racy and obscene talk. It makes him angrier. He has to rectify that. No one comes after his family.

Something blocked the moonshine from Corvus’ moons; the Mandalorian cruiser is a massive stark blot against the background of space. As Din flies directly to the glowing airlock on the side of the ship he quickly checks the jet pack gauge one more time; it’s down at 80%. He’ll have to refuel before he flies down to Calodan.

As Din passes through the airlock the sound of a whistle announces his arrival.  

The entire contingent has turned out for him. The Mandalorians group themselves by their clan, all ten of them.  They stand at attention in the cavernous flight deck. Their clan colors were quite impressive. It doesn’t matter…

“Mand’alor aboard!”

Din Djarin is here for one person only.  

-o0o-

 “Shh! Yes, I know you still want some water. Just calm down, Muk.” Kalon sighs, no matter how she tries to console the animal he keeps nudging her and grunting. The water the Calodan kindly left for Muk had been licked dry. “I’ll do what I can. Don’t go anywhere, understand?”  

“Uh…we can send down some water but it’ll take time.“ Paz shuffles on his feet. He’s uncomfortable before the woman. Gossiping about the lurid details or supposed pornographic detail of Din’s intimate encounter with other people is dishonorable. It wasn’t anyone’s business but Din and the witch’s. It should have stopped with Paz, at their clan but he didn’t do anything about it. He rubs his neck, he deserves that choke.

“No, I don’t have enough time.”  She got worried after she checks Muk one more time. Muk’s nose is dry and that’s not a good sign. “He’s dehydrated.”

“Uh, what are you doing?” Paz follows the witch. If something happens to her Din’s gonna be pissed at him.

“I’m trying to find water.” Kalon’s smooth forehead creases as she sweeps her hands over the ground.

“What? Where?” Paz gets fascinated at the tattoos that shimmer like flames on her hands and arms.

“I don’t have time, Paz. Give me some space. I need to work.”

He gave her a smart nod then Paz talks to the handful of people from their covert who lent extra support after Paz reported the rancor has woken up. They all went into attention when the witch suddenly stops walking.  She raised her head to the sky, hands stretched out before her. Paz cursed in surprise at the loud boom that fills the air.

The  tattoos shone even brighter.  Power surged and hit the ground.  He and the others jump back while the ground shakes and cracks before their stunned eyes, the brown soil darkens to black. They look at each other at the sound of gurgling water that came from the cracks. The surface moves as if the ground is breathing; inhaling and exhaling.

The Mando'ade shouts in unison as water jets up like a fountain.

“Muk! Get up! Get over here!”  Muk raises his head, stands up shakily and shambles over, sniffling at the water, snorting in excitement.

Paz turns sharply; there’s a rumble at the gate. It opens up and a mob of people spills out from the fort. The people of Calodan are fast approaching and Paz only hopes they can contain whatever it is that will happen. “Oh fuck! Form a blockade!” The Mando'ade quickly follows putting themselves between the villagers and the rancor.  

-o0o-

The Mando’ade straightened some more after the whistle announced the Mand’alor’s arrival. From space the Mand’alor had been cleared by the 2^nd in command. He jetted in, breached the airlock and landed a few meters from it.  

There he stands in his unpainted beskar armor and… tion'ad te haran cuyir kaysh?*

When the Mandalorians arrived at planet Corvus only ten representatives were asked to go planet-side.  The ten’s mission was to convince the new Mand’alor to agree to take the oath.

Imperial Cruiser’s Mess Hall--

‘I don’t fucking get it. Why? Why does he need to be convinced? What’s up?’ People look up and around at who asked the question. The man belongs to one of the dark blue armor of clan Kryze. ‘Is he having second thoughts? Maybe we can go for the Darksaber if he doesn’t want the job.’ The clans pound the table in complete agreement.  ‘Yeah? Yeah?’

‘No’, someone retorted, ‘unless you want to die!’  They found the speaker; he sits at the end table eating his supper with his clan in gray and orange painted armor of Clan Eldar.

‘Why?’  Another member in dark blue asked.

‘They said the guy took down troopers, a Moff and some androids right this place here.’ The Eldar man nods.

‘Hearsay only!’  Another man smirks, his clan nods in agreement. They wear maroon pauldron.

‘Not only that but he’s different.’  The clan members seated around the Eldar speaker turn around and face him.

‘Different? He’s a Rodian, is that it?’

The Eldar clan speaker shakes his head, irritated at the laughter that erupted around the commissary. ‘No, dikuut! He has powers!’ the speaker from clan Eldar clicks his fingers,  ‘He has abilities’.

‘Like a fucking magician?’ Smiling, he spreads his hands out and mimics sleight of hand like a performer.

‘Like a mother fucking Jedi.’ Said the man from clan Eldar.

‘That’s nuts man; I have news for you--the Jedi are extinct.’

‘Someone just snorted Spice’! More laughter bounced at the large mess hall.

‘He has two Jedi as friends.’

‘Yeah, right.’

‘One of the alor saw him use his powers to councilwoman Hyru.’

‘How?’

‘He choked her.’ The metal food tray the Eldar clan member tosses on the metal table made a clang. ‘Hands free.’

‘That’s hot.’ The laughter is rowdier and twice louder.

‘How about the...aherm, rumors that he’s well- endowed in the…’ Winking and gesturing to his own crotch while the company of soldiers laughed and hooted.

‘The council woman already caught the bastard who took the recording. Shame she got to him first…’

‘What recording?’

‘He and the witch getting it on!’

‘Stop that talk!” One of the clan captains shouts against the clamor and babble of excited voices. ‘You’ll get us in trouble!’

‘Right! Moving on!’ Another captain seconded the command.

‘The Mand’alor also fought a rancor using his abilities. Many Mando’ade witnessed it.’

‘That’s ridiculous!’ says others.

‘Tion'ad te haran cuyir kaysh?’*

‘Yeah, good question.” The Eldar man replies after he finished his beverage.  ‘Who the hell is he?’

Resol’nare code or not the Mandalorians are people who are like any other. They like hearing a juicy rumor that makes their buy’ce ring like that of a king who, believe it or not, who has powers. There were also other things   they heard but it sounds a little far fetched.

The blue airlock back light frames the Mand’alor. Through the viewer of their helmets a transparent power shimmers around him--in the shape of a flame. Just like what the others say. Damn!

“Welcome, Mand’alor…”

“I’m Din Djarin. I’m looking for someone.”

“Who would that be?” The commander can’t seem to stop staring at the undulating ‘energy’ or ‘entity’ around the Mand’alor, he doesn’t know for sure what to call it.  “What is this!?” The cruiser’s 2nd in command suddenly grabs his helmet.

“This way  is easier. I showed you who I’m looking for. Show me where he is.” The Mand’alor called Din Djarin commanded.

“Why…why do you look for him?” The 2nd in command takes deep breaths. The 2nd in command didn’t know that at this close proximity the ‘flame’ is even imposing.

“That man is dishonorable.  Do not try to hide it. I can hear your thoughts.”

The commander blinks at the last line. “What has he done?”

“He is spreading gossip about my riduur. Bring him to me.”

-o0o-

Grogu looks up to the woman once more but she continues to walk fast until she reached the cottage. She keeps patting his back as if Grogu’s the one scared but she’s the one who is very scared. The boy is concerned as he observes the woman. His ears could detect how fast her heart beats and she’s breathing very fast. He hopes the woman is okay.

Her feet were noisy at the wooden steps; they creak at every step.  “Here, you take this seat, child.”

Grogu curls his toes in the soft cushion and Aylith settles herself beside him. He wanted to say he didn’t mean to play a trick on her helmet. Buir doesn’t like it when he plays with buir’s helmet but it was fun. Grogu feels sad for her but he’s more troubled for his father. Buir doesn’t always get mad but he often gets angry with people these days. Maybe he has many things to do but Grogu didn’t like it. They never go anywhere anymore or do things anymore. He thought they were going to fly in buir’s new ship. He wants to see that funny lady at that dusty planet again.

When Aylith took off her helmet her face looks worried. Grogu thought that she would cry because he’s becoming sad himself. Maybe he could make her feel better…

Grogu was startled when she got startled. A sound startled the woman but it was only him when he stands up from the cushion.

“I’m okay now…don’t worry. I got scared of…uhm…oh, okay, here…” She takes him in her arms as he crawls on her lap. “I was so happy we finally have a king but now I’m not so sure.”  She gave the boy a slight smile. “Would he be good or bad for us? Your father is now our leader… and he’s very powerful.” Aylith takes a shaky breath, “I feel like I don’t want to be around him sometimes.” Aylith took deep breaths. “Mandalorians always fight each other on just about anything.” She glances at the boy. “I think it’s quite different with the Jedi, right?” Grogu made a sound and nods back at her. “That sounds nice. But we’re not peaceful like that, Grogu. Unfortunately, this is the people you are going to be a part of, your father’s people, my people.”

-o0o-

Ahsoka is pensive as she stands quietly from behind the portal. Her montrals were vibrating from each and every word.

“Lady Ahsoka…” Luke stops at her very quiet ‘shh’ and points at the veranda of Din’s cottage. He could hear the voice of Aylith Hyru. “That is one heart-broken woman.” He whispers as they walk out of the barrier.

“She’s suffering not only from her fear of what she thinks Din has become but she’s also hurt that he is now out of her reach.” Ahsoka points to her heart.

“Unrequited love is painful.” The young Jedi sighs as he turns to look back to the red-haired Sayir.

“Any experience in that?” Ahsoka grins.

“A few times.” The blonde Jedi shrugs. “Aylith  got jealous of you.”

A soft chuckle is what she gave him. “Really? I knew she likes Din but she’s not right for him.” She got serious.  “But one thing Aylith is right about is he has become violent lately.”

“Lady Ahsoka, you have known Din longer.. is he the violent kind?”

“No.”

“You said my father is in his psyche,” Luke forced the question out. “Could Anakin… be taking over?”

Ahsoka tries to say something but she changed her mind.  “Let’s find Din.”

Luke follows Ahsoka; he had the same bad feeling as hers. ‘Father…don’t do this. Please.’ Luke says like a prayer. ”Stop!”

“What?” Ahsoka returns to Luke standing in the middle of the street.  

An earthquake shakes the ground strong enough for the houses and anything in them to rock and rattle. The sound of breaking items could be heard from the houses.

Calodan gets earthquakes about once a year and they had one at the beginning of the year. A second earthquake in the year sounds serious.

Then when the temblor ends the warning bell at the wall rang loud in the night. It compels the people to come out of their huts and cottages. The ringing draws them to the gate; to which they have to gather outside the city after an earthquake no matter how big or small.

“I feel him.”

“Is he okay?” Ahsoka asks the young Skywalker after the shaking stops.

“Yes, but…” Luke frowns, eyes closed in intense concentration.

Around them the villagers were leaving their homes. They look scared. “Mistress!” A young woman approaches Ahsoka, “We must gather outside the gate. Follow us!”

“Yes, we’ll be right there! Go on ahead!” she nods to the woman.

Luke turns around, stops. He lifts his head up.  “He’s up there.” Luke seemed bewildered.

Ahsoka narrows her eyes as she follows his gaze. “Why?”

“I don’t know but we have to hurry.”

“Follow me.”

-o0o-

The old man slaps a hand over his mouth. “Holy mother! Water!” Gov. Wing walks over to the fountain. “Where did it come from?”

“Her.” Paz nods to his left.

“Lady Kalon! Did you do this?”

“Yes. Muk needs water. I had no choice.” Kalon stops. Kalon’s shoulders sags with regret. The villagers were looking at her. She acted without asking permission first. “Governor, I’m sorry…I apologize for…”  She’s not knowledgeable about the Calodans or their culture. Could she have committed the biggest trespass of all?

-o0o-

“I’m shocked an imperial ship’s parked here.” The Jedi from Tattoine laughs at the  state of  the empty ship as he takes a seat in the co-pilot’s chair. “Who owns this?’

Luke and Ahsoka took a different route to avoid the crowd flowing out the gate; jumping up the trees, running atop rooftops, vaulting from it until they reach the wall and from there they dropped down and run towards where the DX-9 has been parked since Din came to Calodan.

“Din stole it from Moff Gideon’s cruiser.”

“Why do we use this?” Luke observes Ahsoka’s pre-flight preparations as he straps himself in.

“That up there is the same cruiser so this ship is compatible. We can enter without trouble.”

“Perfect.” The ship lifts off the ground smoothly and in a short moment it climbed to where the Mandalorian cruiser is on a geo synchronous orbit above Calodan.

“Get a feel for what’s happening up there. Hold on to something.” Ahsoka banked to the left to avoid the incoming turbulence but it caught the DX-9. The ship’s tail wiggled until they passed the disturbance.

Luke nods and closes his eyes. The darkness clears his mind and opens a path to Din’s psyche.  “Ahsoka, something is happening up there!” Luke’s voice calls to her urgently.

-o0o-

“Where is he?”

“He is here.”

“Find him fast. I’m getting impatient.”

”What will you do to him, Mand’alor?”

“That would be between me and him.”

The 2^nd in command nods, “I do respect that, my lord, but it is my job to know what happens….” The commander wishes he didn’t have his helmet on so he wouldn’t see how the ‘flame’ around the Mand’alor’s aura seemed to flare strongly.

“I’ve been here for more than 5 minutes and nothing’s happening!”

“What’s happe…ah!” The 2^nd in command squealed in fright as his feet took off of the floor. “How is this possible…! Mand’alor! Mand’alor?”  Above the Mand’alor’s head, the 2^nd in command or 2^nd IC floats at more than 6 feet in the air. The man could still breathe but Din compromised his mobility.  “No! Wait! Don’t! Behind you!”

Din faces the Mando’ade as they take action almost in unison but something is very strange. Everyone is moving slow. Time has slowed. They were caught in some kind of anomaly that he has experienced before when Din fought the rancor.  

The Mando’ade who launched an attack remembers they were all firing their blasters at the Mand’alor. A course of action they shouldn’t have taken. They belatedly remembered how wrong that was.

The Mand’alor had the darksaber out in a second. As if he knows where the attack is going to happen the man deflected the blaster fire or returned the blaster fire back using the sword. He moves fast!  The Mand’alor seemed to see and anticipate the attacks from whatever direction it comes from. He’s even using some kind of…force from his own hand. Anyone who comes close is repelled with such strength even from as far away as six meters.

It’s embarrassing for such skilled fighters that they failed to even get a hit on him.

-o0o-

“Even worse, I can see it now.”   Weapons discharge ricochets off the walls and the airlock barrier.  It lights up the flight deck like fireworks on Boonta Eve. “That’s insane.” Ahsoka increased the speed. “There’s a fight going on. With whom?’

“Din.”

“Din against the Mandalorians? The airlock is jammed! I’m hacking it.” As Luke closes his eyes again Ahsoka quickly did some re-programming hoping to pierce the airlock controls. “Din is trapped….”

Luke shakes his head, “The other way around. They’re terrified.”

“It’s down! The airlock’s open! Shields up! I’m coming in” As Ahsoka breaches the barrier the Mandalorians starts firing at the DX-9.

“Under fire!” Luke unclips the seat belt webbing and runs to the side opening.

“Get ready!”

“I see him!” and he was gone before Ahsoka found a good place to land the ship.

“Intruder! Fire!”

Two Mandalorian clans separate to engage the single jumper from the Imperial ship.

“Oh shit!” The clan captain steps back as the man wearing only a simple tunic and pants lights up a glowing green stick.   

“What the hell is that?”

“That’s a fucking Jedi!” The clan captain gasps as the man whips it effortlessly deflecting blaster fire. The deep ‘whum’ intensifies the faster the Jedi swirls it using an intricate fighting style.

“Jedi!”

‘It’s a Jedi!’ The message quickly spread around.

The fight is now spread out throughout the floor.  The hum that comes from the Jedi weapon bounces off the deck and walls.

“Check the imperial ship!”

“Fuck! Look!”  

“There’s another one!”

“Oh hell! She’s got two of them!” The speaker starts shooting when the female Jedi runs to them.  She leaps over the blasts, running fast and low, jumping over obstacles and boxes even at walls, somersaulting over people.

“She’s fucking fast!” What do you do when your target is faster than your reflexes? You panic. “Just shoot!”

“She’s coming!”

The clan Kryze man and his friends went into shock as the two Jedi plus the Mand’alor were decimating the clans. People starts falling on the floor, slamming on the wall with a wave of a hand while above them those who used their blasters were lifted and kept immobile in the air with the 2nd IC.

“Cease fire! What are you doing you dented fuckers?’ The 2nd IC shouts. “Cease fire I say! Cease! NOW!”

The Mand’alor and the two Jedi with him merely waves a hand and their weapons were pulled and removed from their hands. They could only shout in horror as they were also lifted up in the air.  It’s embarrassing to be as stuck as the others while below them the Mand’alor walks around none the worse from their attack.

“Cease fire! Follow orders! Stop firing!” Many of the Mando’ade tried to stop the others from launching any more attack after they witnessed what happened to the others and the commander.

“Listen to me! I’m giving you the chance to do the honorable deed. If you do not turn him over to me I will hunt him down myself. I know this place.”

“Do what the Mand’alor says! Find him!” The 2^nd IC was surprised he was lowered until his feet touched the floor. “Mand’alor, I don’t know what happened…I beg for forgiveness!”

“If you hand him to me I will forget this attack ever happened. Once that man is before me I’ll let go of them.” Din walks around addressing the rest of the contingent who were frozen stiff.

“I will lead the hunt, sir!” The 2^nd IC faces Din.  visibly angry at what happened.

“No, you will stay with me, commander. Let them make amends for what the others did. ”

“Yes, sir.” The 2nd IC told the clans who to look for. “Find him! Now!”

-o0o-

Kalon gasps.  The villagers were rejoicing; clapping and laughing in jubilation around her.  

The old man is beside himself. “This is astounding! You found water!” Gov. Wing is almost dancing for joy.

“I’m surprised…” Kalon gasps. “I thought you’d be angry. I’m a witch and I did this…”

“What has it got to do with water?” Elder Ydela gestures to the fountain spurting outside their town.

“You might think I desecrated your land…”

“No! There’s no such thing!” The female elder takes the witches hands in her own. “You were scared.”

“Yes. Muk needs some water desperately. And as a witch you might think what I did was a curse or that I had poisoned you….”

Elder Ydela puts her arm around Kalon. “Calm down. You know we don’t feel that way.”

“No, I don’t always read people’s minds.”

“Well, do you see angry people around you?” Elder Ydela nods to the people.

“Water is hard to come by, lady Kalon. The ground…this ground we are standing on is hard to till and harder to dig without machinery. You…you found us water!”

“Thank you!” Elder Ydela took the bewildered Kalon in her arms.

“Do not thank me. It’s been here all this time.” Kalon smiles at Muk who is still taking his fill of the water. “We will be going soon. He just needs some for the trip.”

“Trip? You are leaving? Why?”

“To defend my name. One moment, please. Muk needs me.” Kalon walks her animal away from the people.  Muk is still shaking off the effects of the tranquilizer; he’s moving slow, lethargic and a little ornery so Kalon can’t push him. “Let’s go this way, Muk.” She moves him because he doesn’t like people much. Their voices and their thoughts irritate him. It’s like a noise in his head and he doesn’t know how to stop them. This was the result of their experiment. Muk is still young but smaller than the average rancor. It was the result of the imperial’s tests on him. It stunted his growth due to malnutrition during his abduction and he was kept in a small and confined space. Kalon was filled with rage to see how Muk got disfigured from all the experiments and abuse he went through. It’s not only Muk who suffered the atrocities it’s the same with Grogu or perhaps worse. The boy took some time to recover but Kalon didn’t give up on the two boys.

Another glowing circle of a ‘door’ opens like the petal of a flower and Sayir steps out of it. “We need to go, Kalon.” Sayir sighs. ”We are losing time!”  

“Yes.” Kalon looks around. “Just give me a second.”

Sayir nods in capitulation. Muk sits by her feet softly growling to be petted. “Make haste.”

“Governor, could you relay Din my message? Tell him do not follow me because …”

Sayir shouts beside the rancor. “Kalon! We must leave! I can sense them!”

The woman’s hand tightens around his. “What is it, lady Kalon?” A look of anger came upon the mysterious witch.

“I must go.”  

-o0o-

“Ahsoka. Luke. Glad to see you two.” Din acknowledges the two Jedi.

“Brings back memories, Din?” Luke nods to the cruiser as he turns off his light saber like Din.

“Yeah, good and bad.” Din tightly grasps the Jedi’s arm.

“Of what? Bounty hunting?” Ahsoka lifts her brows after Din bows to her.

“Oh yeah, this is where it happened, Ahsoka. Moff Gideon’s bound ass was over there.” Din casually points to an area on the floor. “Right there, Boba and Bo Katan were having a shouting match over…”

“Boba? Boba Fett?” Luke cuts in.

“Yeah, he helped me catch Gideon and I found Grogu here.”

“I see. He survived the pit.” The young Jedi nods.

“Where did you find Grogu?”

“In the brig. In shackles.” The three force-wielders went quiet.

“I’m sorry, Grogu is…? The 2nd IC forgot himself. He glances at the Mand’alor to see if he’s angry but the Mand’alor looks pensive.

“Din’s son. The imperial remnants were doing experiments on him.” Ahsoka said in a somber voice.

“That’s horrific! But why?”

“He’s a force-sensitive child.” That was all the female Jedi said.

“By the way Din, some of those moves were familiar.” Luke smirks at his padawan.

“You saw? I’ve been practicing. You demolished a whole platoon of dark troopers.”

“And you got them too.” Din and Luke did a solemn fist bump.

“Yep, just one, with this.” Din unslung the Beskar spear. Yuno and Jem loves that sound. “They had  fucking Beskar armor. Nearly killed me.”

“And you didn’t want to take it in the first place.” Ahsoka smirks.

Din shrugs. “I failed the mission.”

Ahsoka laughs, “Oh, shut up!” That has been their long running personal joke.

“Commander, meet my friends and instructors, Lady Ahsoka Tano and Master Luke Skywalker.”

“You are Jedi.” The 2nd IC regards the two people with half awe and half fear.

“Yes, we are Jedi.” Luke nods.

“Din, did they attack you?”

The Mand’alor nods to the question of the female Jedi. The 2nd IC observes the familiarity and how the Mand’alor sounds happy. He became relaxed ever since the Jedi arrived.

“They lifted their blasters against their king. That’s a capital crime.” Ahsoka said aloud.

“Some people were way too trigger happy for their own good!” The 2nd IC looks up at the people still held aloft.

“The Mand’alor hanged him!” One of the floating men shouted down.

“Cease talking, fool!” The 2^nd IC shouts back. “I was lifted! Shut it!”

“Din, can we talk?” Ahsoka puts away her sabers after she was sure the danger is over. “It’s urgent.”

“Will this take long? I’m looking for someone.”

“Uh, Mand’alor, sir…” The 2^nd IC still hasn’t gotten his fear over the ‘flame’. He took off his helmet to avoid getting spooked at it. “Let me find that sonafabitch, sir. I promise, my lord; I’ll bring him to you myself.”

Din regards the rest of the Mando’ade who did not participate in the attack. They regrouped themselves behind the commander helmets under their arms.  

“Very well. We’ll be right there.” Din nods to the ship’s bay. “Oh yeah, almost forgot…” chuckling, Din takes a few steps and lowers the men he floated up the air. 

“We’ll take care of them, Mand’alor.” The 2^nd IC commands the non-attackers to gather the men. “To the brig with them!”

“Hey Ahsoka,” Din waves her over and points to the deep area of the cruiser. “This is where I got that DX-9, did I tell you about that? Marshall Dune and I gutted it, slapped a hyper drive on it then tossed Gideon in it. He was drugged to hell and back….”

“Are you saying my ship’s a historical piece?” Ahsoka sniggers as Luke follows them behind.

“When I arrived this place was full of dead storm troopers….”

The 2^nd IC waited until the three were truly out of earshot. “So, had your fill? You all stopped being skeptics? Yeah? Yeah? Move on! Five of you come with me. Let’s find that asshole!”

-o0o-

 

Chapter 40: JATE'KARA, JETII

Summary:

While helping Grogu find a Jedi, an accident on Tython turned Din Djarin to a Force sensitive. Caught at a crossroads, he went back to Calodan to become the padawan of Ahsoka Tano but…Din’s other life has caught up with him.

~(o.o)~

I love the story of Din Djarin and Grogu. Also I am writing this because of the force of my inspiration Pedro Pascal and not for monetary gain. I have spoken. This is the way!

1 : Yuno, Din's attendant would look like kid on the side of the road from Season 2 Episode 15-The Believer.

2: On Pinterest see Din Djarin’s cute cottage in Calodan under the name Acer Wolfe at Silver Moon Inuyoukai board. You can also see the picture of the Mantis, Din’s new vehicle.

Translation:

Buir – parent (father/mother)

Jate'kara, Jetii - Good luck, Jedi

Jetii – Jedi

Al'verde - commander

AUTHOR'S NOTE: I had to change the title when realized my mistake. I will use the title VERBURYC for Chapter 41.

PADAWAN

CHAPTER 40

JATE'KARA, JETII

From his seat at the veranda Grogu is fascinated at the stars that moved and changed positions in the sky he enjoys how the night has deepened. It brought a spike of nostalgia for the time when buir still flies his old ship. He would lean back in the chair or in his pram and gaze at the passing stars from the wide windows until he falls asleep.

He wishes buir is still doing bounties. Buir loves working as a bounty hunter and buir is happy when he makes a lot of credits while Grogu likes the different places they go to.  He has never traveled that much in his life and he had no idea there were so many places to see!

Grogu even gets excited when the bounty tries to run away from buir and buir has to chase after the bounty and Grogu sometimes has to watch out for his father’s back. Sometimes he would use the Force to help catch the bounty. What he loves is buir’s always ready with his praises that makes him feel happy to do something good for their clan; to contribute his share. That’s what buir taught him.

What Grogu could read from his father these days is dad is in a bad mood most of the time. The anger is simmering out there because it has something to do with this situation of being king.

Grogu is a little unhappy too; he doesn’t like this one bit because he thought when he and buir got back together they’ll do what they used to do and return to Nevarro but now he barely sees his parent because buir’s always busy and that also makes buir mad because their plans are always interrupted.

Grogu’s memory returns in patches and sometimes in short phases. By chance he found a memory of his mother hidden in the dark nook of his mind. She was the one who freed him the first time he was caught by the Empire but he has no other memory of how he came to live at that dark planet. All he remembers were his mother’s soft touch and patience.

Grogu thinks it was after a few months on Dathomir when Grogu was feeling antsy about nothing to do except eat, sleep and go around the house. Eventually Grogu didn’t have to be persuaded to play or follow her around the house. He began exploring on his own.  While he waits for his mother from the temple he’s always with her servants. It was after lunch when he got bored roaming the different rooms in the house he skipped down the stairs and to the enclosed garden. Its much cooler there surrounded by thick stone walls, many kinds of plants and Grogu likes to sit by the small fountain playing with the water. He was going to have some frog’s eggs in the fountain when something caught his attention.  Eyes wide and in disbelief, Grogu jumped down from the fountain as if magnetized to the exposed soil. He coos louder as he picks up a handful of the brown stuff. It did not crumble as he starts rolling it in his hands…

After a few hours and mud with more on him than the ground, he warbles his satisfaction at his creation. He coos happily when he heard his mother return to the house until he felt nervous all of a sudden. He heard them talking, his name came up in the whispered exchange. He hastily toddles behind some tall potted plants feeling silly and shy.

“Grogu, I’m back.” She calls him, her voice soft. “Where is he?”

The manservant points at the pots at the herb garden. “I think he’s scared, my lady.”

Grogu sees Kalon moving from behind the leaves, her dark skirt swishing at every step, “Hi! Don’t I get a welcome hug?”  Kalon smiles when their eyes met through the leaves hand held out. He whines when he’s unsure or sad but he steps out little by little. “I see you were busy today. That’s good.” She gently rubs away the caked mud from his hands.  “Oh, you have a surprise for me? Tell me about it?” Grogu looks to his ‘project’ and back to her, still unsure. “I like it.” He gave her a look still not convinced. “Yes! You don’t believe me? It’s great.” After intently looking in her eyes he decided to trust her. Kalon carried him; they stop in front of the statue that stands at about three feet tall. “It’s beautiful!” She sits on the edge of the fountain with him on her lap. “It’s…oh, it’s me?” Kalon gasps after he ‘explains’ how he made this project. She got quiet when he came to the part why he made a likeness of her in mud. “This was so sweet…”With his short arms Grogu reaches up to wipe her eyes. “No one’s gave me such nice a gift before.” All his fears and reservation fell away she gave him a nice big hug.

Maybe someday his memory would completely come back. He’d like to know what else happened on that planet.

Now she’s going away and she didn’t tell him when she’ll be back. He doesn’t like it and he’s frustrated that he doesn’t have anyone to talk to.

The more he thought about it the more he’s getting upset. Grogu wants to lock himself back to his pod and stay there for a long, long time so he could brood long and hard about this quandary of his family.

-o0o-

No one can be totally prepared for an initial encounter with a Dathomir witch. It can be quite frightening for some people. They prefer to don their distinctive type of clothing made from unique types of fabric and material. Their fashion style is alluring and provocative plus the striking body tattoo down to the color of their hair and eyes. They have an intense disposition that people find most shocking but the most disconcerting of all is the power that emanates from them.

When Kalon of Dathomir dramatically entered the lives of the people of Calodan they were beyond terrified. They knew Kalon is a dangerous individual; she arrived with a display of power along with an animal she brought with her that poses a great threat to the safety of the whole village.

Grapevine was active about the pale witch; Kalon threatened to take one of the two people who was instrumental in their freedom and who is now responsible for leading their people to better protect themselves. The Mandalorian has twice risked his life for their sakes. Their elders had been holding nightly discussions about the Mandalorian and the witch. They have been worried since but what they thought about the witch was all wrong.

The compassionate elder could feel the witch unsettled.  “Are you in trouble, mistress?”

“Yes, and I must go. I don’t want them to find me here.”

The elder held her hand a little firmer when Kalon’s voice went down to a whisper. “Are these dangerous people?”

“Yes. Extremely. They were imperial remnants.” Kalon turns and nods to another woman who is waiting by another glowing portal. The deep breath she took is shaky and tearful. “Someone told them about me. I need to leave or you will all be in danger. Grogu and Din too.”

“Then you do what you must do but let me quickly give you my blessings before you go.” Governor Wing clasped Kalon’s hand, eyes closed. “May the Mother who is the generous giver of life be your protector.” The elder looks slightly emotional when he opens his eyes.  “I’m feeling much better because of the seeds you harvested.”

“I’m glad I was able to help. Elder, if something happens to me…”

“Lady Kalon, don’t say that…”

“Please, I’d like you to listen…”

“Very well.”

“If something happens to me promise me you’ll take care of my son and my husband. Please elder…”

Gov. Wing looks directly into Kalon’s eyes; he has lost his fear of their pale shade and they are trying to hide fear. “I promise upon the Mother. We promise. I’ll make sure of it.” The old man felt such empathy as she trembles in his arms. “Fight your battles and we will take care and protect your family. Go before you’re out of time.”

-o0o-

“Wow, what a beauty!” The coms officer blurts out, jaws almost hanging down the front of his uniform. “Oh! That hair!” the man, Musid, gushes.

“Hey, what happened to the ‘Lady Ahsoka, we’ll protect you!’” The friend of the coms officer, Adur, mimics his friend then starts sniggering as Sayir steps out of the portal.

“Can’t I admire beauty?” Musid and Adur watch as the two witches briefly talk. “They look serious.”

“Hey, what are you doing?” he hissed at his stupid friend. “Are you insane?”

“I’m just gonna look closer! Wait here!”

“You wanna get mauled?” Adur threw nervous glances to that animal. He doesn’t like what the animal looks a little agitated with all the people around it.

“I just wanna look…” Musid couldn’t stop staring at the redhead. “I…I’ve never seen anyone like her!”

“Same what you said about mistress Ahsoka!”

“Let me do this!” The coms officer gave his friend a shove.

“The monster is there, stupid! Come back!” The friend nervously runs his hand through his hair as the coms man slowly makes his way to the portal. When his friend looks back he tries to wave him back. “Musid! Stop! Musid! Musid!”

-o0o-

“Look at that!” Ahsoka gapes at a fast looking craft at one of the hangar bays. “I’d trade the DX-9 for one of them!”

“Whoa!” Din looks surprised, “I thought you want the ‘historical’ ship?” he squiggles his fingers as he shakes his head but he’s amused. Ahsoka just gave him a smirk. “Unbelievable.”

“Din, there are people behind us.” Luke says under his breath which got a big sigh from Din.

“Yeah, my ‘royal guards.’”

“Is that SOP?”

“It’s superfluous. Annoying as fuck.”  Din holds up a hand and the five men stopped like they hit a wall. They moved back some distance away. “So, what’s this about?”

“It’s what we talked about, Din.” Ahsoka said somberly.

“Din, is my father….”

“Yes.” Din replied tersely, arms akimbo. “I want him out.”

“Have you talked?” Luke took a deep breath at Din’s short nod. “Why is he there?”

“From our first and short exchange he offers to be my mentor.”

“What did you think of his proposal?”

“I would’ve said yes if I didn’t find out he was Darth Vader. What do we do?” Din focuses his visor to and fro his two Jedi friends.

“Two words…” Ahsoka is holding back her smirk but failed. She and Din faced each other for a few  seconds until…

“Dammit!” Din jerked his head and did a worried turn. “Will that remove him from my head?”

“I cannot guarantee anything.” Luke brushes a hand over the front of his robe. “I could talk to him and see what happens.”

“You’ve never met your father.”

“Yes, my twin sister and I were hidden right after we were born.”

“Why?”

“Anakin…my father lead Order 66.” Luke clears his throat a little awkwardly, “If you were not aware that was the summary execution of all Jedi.”

“Dank Ferrik! Grogu…” The disturbing image of his son terrified, alone, being hunted…

“Din…” Ahsoka soothed her friend rubbing his arm when he flinched. “You went there, didn’t you?”

Din clears his throat loudly, he tried to dial back his emotion, “I have been wondering how he survived before… before…”

“Unless Grogu gets his memory back we would never know the whole story.”

“I hate to ask this…what did Anakin do to the younglings?”

“There was a rumor that he…he executed them.”

“Let’s do it.” Din shocked Luke Skywalker when he lowers himself on the floor, legs crossed.

-o0o-

Far into the vast cruiser bay the five who were following Din awkwardly stand around. All five men were unsure of what to do. They avoid looking at each other in embarrassment. All of them flinched! With just one gesture…one gesture, they all cringed like a young one using a training blaster for the first time! 

“Commander.”

“You hear anything?” The 2^nd IC took a deep breath after he took off his helmet. It’s the only way to avoid seeing what he didn’t want to see about the Mand’alor. That ‘thing’ still scares the shit out of him.

The five Mando’ade’s visors swing this way and that glancing away at each other. The five breathed in relief for the intervention.

“Uh, nothing.” Says a man with two tone gray border on his beskar.

“Uh yeah, they’re too far.” Says a man with a green unbroken line on the border of his chest shield.

“What’re they talking about?” The 2^nd IC paces about as if he’s bracing for something.

“Beats me. Told us to stay here. He and the Jedi were secretive about it.” A man with black paint on one of his pauldron spoke out.

“I didn’t know there were still Jedi, commander.”

“Yeah. Hey, let me see that.” The 2nd IC inspects the speaker up and down and adjusts the man’s bandolier across his chest. He pats it a few times before he nods in approval. A Mandalorian should turn out neat and tidy. He or she must make sure their weapons were in good condition, ammunition well stocked, armor placed correctly ready for any fight or situation to defend their clan or houses. “So that’s how they look, huh?” the commander sighs, looking worried at the middle of the flight deck, arms akimbo.

“Man, those people can fight! I thought they’d be lousy.” Quips a man in red helmet.

“I hear the Mand’alor’s kid’s a Jedi too?” A man bearing yellow clan colors asks quietly.

“Yes. He has special powers they say.” The 2nd IC put his helmet back to better see what’s going on with the Mand’alor and the two Jedi but they were a little far and the listening device doesn’t pick anything up.

“Like the Mand’alor?” The man in black pauldron stammers.

“The boy looks different…green, big ears and eyes.” The others shrug at the Eldar man’s words.

“Never seen anyone like him, have you?” The other man shrugs.

“Al'verde, is it true the Mand’alor’s a bounty hunter?”

“Good?” the black shouldered man swaggers a little.  

The 2nd IC nods to the others. “Yeah, what I heard.  What’s he doing?” the 2nd in command stops. “Wait here.”

-o0o-

“I’ll just go window shopping over there.” Din and Luke nods in agreement when Ahsoka walks off behind them to the ship’s bay.

“Are you sure, Din?” Luke quickly sits cross-legged across from Din, rearranging his robes. His new padawan nods curtly.

“I don’t need anyone in my head; my mind’s full of them anyway.”

“I can help you with that, Din.”

“Maybe later.” Din waves Luke’s concern off, “Come on, let’s do it.”

“Mand’alor?”

“Yes?” Din grimaces in his helmet. He didn't mean to sound terse.

“Uhm…what’s going on?” The man looks edgy. After a few seconds of indecision the 2^nd in command took a knee.

“We’re gonna do what we call a mind meld. It’s to get into my head.”

 “Why?” the 2nd IC looks stricken, “Uh, I mean, may I ask what is the reason…sir?”

“It’s a long story. I want this done as soon as possible and none of you would want to be around when that goes on, you understand?’

“Will this be dangerous, Mand’alor?”

“All I can say is it’s more dangerous if this doesn’t happen, you get me? Just give us space.”

“So that’s Jedi stuff that you’re gonna do?” The 2^nd IC turns to the blond Jedi when the man nods. The commander frowns as to why only one of the Jedi’s hand is gloved.

“Yeah, I’ve done this before.” Din sighs. “Just stay over there. Don’t do anything.”

“Don’t interfere whatever it is that you hear or see.” Says the male Jedi.

“Understood.” The 2^nd IC nods. “I’ll tell the men.” The 2^nd IC didn’t know what to think as his footsteps take him  to the waiting men. He gave the Mand’alor and the Jedi a last eye and the two were talking intently, heads almost touching. The commander took a deep breath of relief to be far from the Mand’alor’s vicinity. Or the Jedi. They’re a scary bunch. He looks up at the five men waiting for him. “So uh, give them space like the Mand’alor says.” The 2^nd IC walks off in  quick strides out of the hangar bay. “Dank Farrik!”

-o0o-

Although Aylith has no idea what’s been happening in his head Grogu  pays attention to everything going on around him. His wide ears allow him to hear far especially the Calodan inhabitants living around him. They have all gone back into their village, some prepare their evening meal, and there are some who continue their work.

“Ever since I was a little girl the clans have been fighting each other. When I grew up I fought in many battles with them. Sadly, I’ve killed people and other Mandalorians too, Grogu. Do you understand?” Aylith closed her eyes. Grogu pats her hand until she gave him a rueful smile. “I’ve faced a few wars in my life but this clash with your father happened twice. I was  scared to death;  he could kill me and I cannot fight back. That is a warrior’s biggest fear.” The boy makes another sound. His eyes look wise and discerning.  “I apologize, child. You needn’t have known my problems but I feel better talking to you.” With a small sigh  Aylith smiles at Grogu.

Their  talk pauses as the sound of a jet pack broke the quiet of the compound. They stand up as a soldier lands by the flagstones. “Councilwoman!” the man holds up a hand in polite greeting.

“What is it?” Aylith addressed the 2^nd IC from the cruiser.

“I had to descend because you didn’t reply to my messages.”

“Messages? I took off my helmet and as you can see….”Aylith looks down at Grogu. “I’m minding the Mand’alor’s foundling.”

“There was a situation up there.”

Aylith made a big sigh of resignation, “What was the situation?”

The 2^nd IC seemed to hesitate. “It’s quite complicated. I’ll explain on the way, councilwoman.”

“Grogu, come with me, child.” Grogu went in her open arms and she places the boy in the pram. “Something happened. I need to go and take care of it and I can’t bring you with me to the cruiser. We’ll find someone to be with you, okay?” Aylith smiles at the boy’s nod as she positions the helmet to her head. “Commander, please find the boy Yuno, he’s the Mand’alor’s attendant. He might be on his way to deliver the Mand’alor’s supper at the Mantis. Grogu and I will walk out to the gate.” The soldier nods smartly, turns around and flew out.

“Grogu! Hey!” 

“Who are you?” A young boy comes running over as they step down and out of the guest compound; Aylith observes how Grogu coos at the bald boy, eyes bright. 

“I’m Jem, Grogu’s attendant, mistress.” The Mand’alor’s son chuckled when the boy took Grogu’s hand in his.

“Jem, can you stay with Grogu until the Mand’alor returns?”

“Yes, mistress.”

“By the way, have you had supper?” May it be battle or even war foundlings and young ones are looked after and provided food and water in a secured location; they are always a priority whatever has been happening in the Mandalorian world. Though Din’s attendants aren’t Mandalorians they are children and children are valuable to Mandalorians.

“Not yet mistress.”

“You and Grogu the same. Don’t worry, I will send down some food for the two of you. Where will you have it?” Aylith was confused when Jem became quiet and looks at Grogu, giving the boy in the pram a nod once or twice.

“Grogu says he wants us to eat at the Mantis, mistress.”

“What’s that?” Aylith regards Grogu and his attendant with brows lifted high. “He ‘told’ you?”

“Yes, that’s what he said.”

“How?”

“Using his mind.”

“I see. I didn’t know that.” Aylith clears her throat.

“It’s okay. Not everyone could hear him. Grogu and I will be okay, right Grogu?” Grogu and the boy Jem nod together.

“Very well, I’ll have it sent down as soon as possible but now I have to go.” Aylith talks to someone from her helmet for a moment. “The food will be sent at the Mantis.”

“Grogu asked me to say thank you, mistress.”

“You’re welcome.”  Aylith nods at Grogu’s chirp. “I bid you goodnight, children.”

“Where do we go?” Jem asks after they waved goodbye to the councilwoman. “Oh, okay, let’s borrow that book.” Jem chuckles as he and Grogu start walking after Aylith flew up to the night sky.

-o0o-

The friend of Musid, called Adur, got nervous when the rancor turned his attention to the enamored Musid. The coms’ officer friend trots quickly to Musid who is making his way to the redhead witch. The animal’s half the size of the Kuza, the long-legged plant eaters roaming around their village forest but this animal is muscle-bound and vicious looking. It looks like a meat eater or worse…a man-eater. Holy mother! Better steer that idiot  clear of that…but Adur got stupefied at the ‘apparition’ of a green and colorful vista. He felt a little emotional about the smell of the fresh breeze coming from the open ‘door’.

“Oh my…look at that.” He gasps from a different reason as he found himself floating then he hit something with a loud crash and then everyone seems to be much taller all of a sudden. His ears were ringing…

 “Adur, relax! Hold my hand! You’ll be okay!” Musid assured his friend. “I’m sorry!”

“Holy mother! That animal attacked him!”

“He wasn’t doing anything! He was just standing there!”

“Pain…my back…” Adur gasps, writhing on the gravelly ground.

“People! Move back! Give them space!” Paz quickly took control of the situation. He waves people away as two men from Din’s covert begin giving first aid. “Get off of him! Let them help your friend!” Paz holds the man away from the injured as their baar’ur lands nearby. The fully equipped medic made it easy to clear the people off the scene of the accident.

“Cause of injury?”

“Blunt force. Rancor.”

“Rancor?” The medic was evidently surprised as he pans his enhanced visor on the man, “This bloke’s lucky! Four broken ribs. Gonna be a big bruise on the back. He’ll live. Where’s the animal?”

“It’s gone.”

“Gone? What ‘gone’?”

“It magically disappeared.”

“What now? Magically?”

“What I said.”

“What a world we’ve living now; witches, force users…”

“Magical doors.” Musid added.

“Dank Ferrik!” The medic took something from one of the many pouches on his belt. “This is for pain…”

“No! Don’t! Please!” Musid held out a hand to stop the male healer. “Oh….no…we have medicine for that. Don’t give it to him!”

“The pain would be excruciating!” The baar’ur was surprised as someone grabs his hand.

“We cannot accept any kind of artificial or synthetic medicine. That is our belief! Who are you?” The old woman looks at the medic up and down.

“I’m the baar’ur. Their medic!” Paz and the baar’ur exchange a look then returns Paz’s nod. “Who are you?”

“Who am I? For your information, young man, I’m the healer of this village!”

“Why is it that every healer I know their bedside skills suck?” Paz says. “Mandalorians, Calodans…maybe even Jedi. Why?”

“What are you talking about?” the baar’ur and the old healer asks at the same time.

“Anyway this is what we use.” The old woman got some kind of paste which she put on a small leaf, folds it up and places it in the patient’s mouth.

“How soon would it take effect?”

“Not long.”

“Would you be willing to share the properties of that medicine?”

“I cannot say. Why do you want to know?”

“To help many of our people with new medicine. That is my passion.”

“With that we both agree.” Elder Ydela pauses, “It is not my decision alone. I will mention your interest to our elders.”

“My clan would be honored.”

“Do not get your hopes up, Mandalorian healer. Do not think they will make a decision fast. My people don’t adapt to change well.”

“In that we are alike, elder.” The baar’ur bows to the old woman.

-o0o-

“Ready?”

“As ready as I can be.”

It is obvious Din’s not excited at the thought of another mind meld but he would submit to one if necessary.  Luke’s admiration for his padawan raised some more. “Do you have a message for…my father?”

“Hm, that’s a good idea. Tell Anakin I would’ve liked him to be my mentor but, well, no hard feelings. I hope.”

“I’ll relay your message. Let’s begin.”

“Jate'kara, jetii.*”

“Thank you. I think.”

-o0o-

“Where’s the al’verde?” The four looks up as the man in yellow beskar hurries back.

“Why?”

“What’s up?”

“The commander! Where is he?”

“I think…”

“You think? Where’s he?”

“Hey pal, your dinner’s here. Dig in!”

“No time for that! I need the commander!”

“Eh, what’s the hurry?”

“Are they…” the black pauldron man casually points to the inner hangar bay, chewing his food. “the Mand’alor done?”

“That’s precisely why! The commander! Where is he?!” The yellow beskar man turns stiffly to the right, to the left, around.

“I think he went to the fort, for the councilwoman.” The green beskar man answered through a mouth full.

“Hold up. What got your beskar plated undies dented?” The man in black made the the others  snigger. 

“It’s…Dank Farrik!” The yellow man turns and waves the man in gray beskar to him. “Up! All of you! Follow me! Come on!”

“What’s up? Danger?” Now feeling something’s up they quickly put their food down on an upturned crate, got their helmets on and follows the man in yellow beskar.

Since they, meaning their clan, didn’t participate in the rebellion against the new Mand’alor the five of them were picked out to supposedly provide security and protection for the Mand’alor Din Djarin.

Protection. Hah! What a joke!

If they didn’t see it with their own eyes they would all be branded as liars. You cannot make this up.

“Hey, what’s happening now?” They look back behind them; it’s the black pauldron man.

“That!” The yellow helmet Mandalorian  jabbed at the middle of the hangar.

“What the hell?!”

-o0o-

 

 

Chapter 41: THE BOYS

Summary:

While helping Grogu find a Jedi, an accident on Tython turned Din Djarin to a Force sensitive. Caught at a crossroads, he went back to Calodan to become the padawan of Ahsoka Tano but…Din’s other life has caught up with him.

~(o.o)~

A/N: I love the story of Din Djarin and Grogu. Also I am writing this because of the force of my inspiration Pedro Pascal and not for monetary gain. I have spoken. This is the way!

1 : Yuno, Din's attendant would look like kid on the side of the road from Season 2 Episode 15-The Believer.

2: On Pinterest see Din Djarin’s cute cottage in Calodan under the name Acer Wolfe at Silver Moon Inuyoukai board. You can also see the picture of the Mantis, Din’s new vehicle.

PADAWAN

CHAPTER 41

Never violate a woman nor harm a child or steal.

These things are for lesser men.

Protect the weak against the evil strong and never allow thoughts of gain lead you into the pursuit of evil.

~David Gemmel

(c/o The Way of the Mandalore: The Mandalorian Religious Movement @ FB)

 

“Try to relax, Din.” Luke says softly. The young Jedi sat back and stops initiating the mind meld; Din Djarin’s fingers were gripping his knees tight. It’s the only indication the man is agitated.

“Hard to get used to anyone digging in my head.” He could feel eyes on him; his jaw hardens when Din looks to his left the Mando’ade were observing them from the side of the hangar bay.  Din doesn’t know what he’s going to do with them. He never cared for people tailing after him.

“It could be unsettling but you have been handling it better than anyone I know.” Luke sighs with his padawan. He follows where Din look and understands where his padawan is coming from.  “The best thing to do is take deep breaths.”

“Never mind me. I’ll be fine. Let’s do this. I wanna go back to Grogu. I’ve left him far too long already.”

“Yes, he must be missing you too.” Luke nods at Din. At least the man is not opposed to doing what needs to be done. “Very well let us begin.”

-o0o-

“Where’s the 2^nd IC?” The man with the yellow helmet looks back at the glowing light in dark interior of the hangar bay and speeded up his footsteps. “Where is he!”

“He…he went planet side...to…holy ancestors…what the hell?” The four Mando’ade stops gaping in shock and surprise.

“What the fuck is that?” They must all look pale under their helmets. All five were glued to the fantastic scene fifty meters away.

“Have you seen anything like this?” One of them finally gasped.  

“Would I be freaking out like this if I have?” the man in yellow beskar starts slightly hyperventilating. His blue eyes were wild-looking when he took off his helmet.

“Be quiet! We’re not in danger.” The man in the red helmet hissed.

The disturbed man in yellow points back. “You be quiet! Are we really safe?”

“The Mand’alor says if we keep our distance we’ll be okay.” The man in green unbroken line on his cuirass shrugs.

“You believe him?”

“Hey, shut up!” The man in black pauldron smirks. “You’re getting worked up for nothing.”

“What if that blows us up?”

“Would you get out of here?” The man in red helmet snarls and shakes his head. “He’s annoying.”

“Hey! Stop pushing me!”

“Then shut the fuck up unless you wanna join the others in the brig.” The man in red helmet pushed the younger Mando’ade again.

“For asking a question?” The Mando’ade in yellow is one of the youngest and so acting like a foundling is making the older ones poke fun at him.

“I counted more than one, pal.” The man in red helmet is losing his patience at the younger man.

“So you’re following a dictator now?” The man in yellow spat out.

“We are here and they are there. See? Safe.” The man in green with an unbroken line on his cuirass postures smugly.

“None of you think this is weird?”

“You’ve never heard of Jedi, boy?” The man in black pauldron smirks at the younger Mandalorian.

“Yeah? Of course I have!”

“He hasn’t. You’re such a wimp.” The man with red helmet sneers. “Wimp.”

“Call me wimp again I’ll…”

“What do we do?” The man in green unbroken line on his cuirass turns to another one of them. “You’re the oldest of us, vod.” As one the four men turn to the man with a gold highlight along the visor on his matte black helmet. “You decide.” The others step back.

“Very well.” The man from House Skirata squares his shoulders after he regards his brothers. “First. You! Stop this nonsense! Don’t be a disgrace to your house!” He points to the man in yellow beskar.

“But…”

“Or I’ll walk you to your quarters myself. Clear? Good.” The man turns back at the sight that unsettled his Mandalorian brothers and him. “I’ll be back. Don’t do anything stupid.” Helmet under his arm the man from House Skirata left the shadowy runway in a hurry.

-o0o-

MIND MELD-

The mind of Din Djarin could conjure amazing detail.  Luke wanted to whistle. He is quite impressed; this fabricated ship is quiet but for the hum of engines and machines that run its operation. All the lights were on but devoid of passengers except him.

The first time Luke Skywalker stepped off his X-Wing the floor was littered with dead imps, wrecked ships and a lambda shuttle blocking the runway halfway but he had no time to dawdle; Luke felt the call of the youngling. It was the one who guided him to its location. He could hear it very clearly but it’s physically weak. It made the mission more urgent when he confronted the first combatant: a dark droid.

The young Jedi looks around with some amusement as he starts walking using his memory of the layout of the cruiser.  His ‘objective’ would be at the place where it might hold the most memory or significance.

His objective--his father.

The Jedi turned sith lord who terminated the lives of millions of people including his own, the Jedi. The man who destroyed countless of planets after the empire plundered all its resources.

Luke walks past the quiet weapons cache area. He lost count of the droids he demolished that day on his way to the connecting bridge towards the elevator; he wanted to reach the youngling as quickly as possible. The young Jedi waits there for a few minutes but he senses nothing from around him. He stops rubbing his right hand; it’s an annoying habit of his when he gets a little anxious about something.

The objective is still a no show.

What should I say to Anakin? What would he look like? Would he look like the horrendous looking man I saw on that day? Luke rests his eyes closed, deep in thought as the lift ascends to the bridge. Without meaning to he goes back to rubbing his right hand.

Luke took a deep breath when the lift pings; he has reached his destination.

-o0o-

MANDALORIAN CRUISER -

Cursing softly, the man from House Skirata resists the temptation to look back at the end of the launch bay. He paused behind one of the transport ships to give what he witnessed some serious thought.

Cabur Skirata vaguely remembers an ancient journal that was safeguarded by their archivist. It was the possession of one of the first Mand’alor’s generals who was also his wife.  It was never taken out of its protective case except once every two years to check its condition and apply protective chemicals to preserve the parchment. According to the chronicle their first leader was an inducted Jedi. It was a rare occurrence the archivist said.

It makes Cabur wonder if their new Mand’alor is also a Jedi? Their first leader united the houses the journal said and it made the Mandalorians strong, almost unstoppable. It was during the time, like this one where the Mando’ade as a people were in turmoil and infighting has broken up amongst the clans.

With a faint hiss he took off his helmet again to avoid seeing that flame. The man frowns at  his hands that were shaking as he holds his helmet. For some reason it sparks fear from everyone who beholds at the unnatural sight. It looks alive; it reacts as if it feels something from the Mand’alor’s emotions. Is it the Mand’alor’s or the one they call the Force?

What the hell did he see? He could never unsee it in his entire lifetime.

He beheld the Jedi and the Mand’alor floating in a glowing orb.

-o0o-

THE MANTIS-

“Where have you been?”

Grogu and Jem stops dead in their tracks at the spot light that shines on them. Jem squints and raises his hand against the bright light that blinked on from the Mantis “Yuno?”

A shadow moved behind the intense light. “Where did you two go?”

“At the library.”

“Why?”

“Grogu wants to borrow a book.”

“What book?”

“Of eggs.” Jem held  the book up. “See?”

“I’ve been looking all over for the two of you! If the master asked me I’d have been in trouble!”

“Will you please stop yelling, Yuno!” Jem looks at his charge who starts whimpering. “You’re scaring Grogu.”

Yuno scratched his head looking frustrated. He closed his eyes  as he took a deep bracing breath, “I was worried for the two of you.”

“I wouldn’t let anything hurt Grogu and he wouldn’t let anything happen to me, right Grogu?” Grogu nods and coos his agreement. “We were okay. We were just at the library.”

Yuno once more sighed and scratched his head. “Did you two eat?” 

“No.” Jem and Grogu shook their heads. “We’re hungry.”

“Let’s go, I set up a table at the bridge.” The three boys turn and look up at the sound of a jet pack. “The master’s here!” Yuno exclaimed with a smile.

-o0o-

MIND MELD-

‘Hello Luke.’ The Force ghost of Anakin Skywalker waits at the entrance of the bridge. In Din Djarin’s mind it still bears the imprint of the dark trooper’s as they attempt to breach the blast door with the intent to kill everyone inside it.

 ‘Thank you for meeting me.’ Luke left out ‘father’ or ‘hello’ not sure how he feels about meeting his father for the second time in his life. The man standing before him is almost his age, so different from the one he battled behind the Darth Vader persona.  Luke stares at the man. He, like Luke, is wearing almost identical clothes. He takes a moment to absorb that the man is smiling. ‘I am here to speak on behalf of my padawan.’

Anakin Skywalker slightly inclines his head to  Luke. ‘I’m aware, son.’

Luke Skywalker steps out and the elevator hissed closed. ‘As his mentor his mental and physical safety is my responsibility.’ Luke frowns at Anakin’s smile.

‘I know the drill. I know Din is concerned he’ll become like me, when I was Vader.’

‘Will he?’

‘I don’t know.’

‘Is it possible to get you out of here?’

‘The only option has been closed.’

‘Which was?’

 ‘Look behind you.’ Anakin nods to something behind his son, Luke approaches it, studying it. The lift was replaced with the floating blue flame. ‘That is the life force of Mace Windu.’

‘Why?’

‘His soul keeps your padawan alive.’

At the widening of his eyes the words clicked for  Luke, ‘When Din almost died.’

‘Yes.’

‘Were you here then?’

‘From the beginning.’

‘What can be done?’

‘I have been thinking the same.’

‘Can you join master Windu?’ Luke sighs deeply when Anakin shakes his head, smiling. ‘I mean…’

“Vader will not return. That man ceased to exist.”  Anakin waves the words away. ‘That was my first option but I don’t know if that is possible.’

‘You talked to Din before his people came.’

‘I did and I was sent back here. It seems I cannot egress.’

Luke was quiet for a few heartbeats, frowning in deep thought. ‘Are you being held against your will?’

Anakin looks away with a troubled expression, his steps taking him to the entrance of the bridge, ‘You made short work of those dark droids. Impressive.’

‘Father…I mean…’

Anakin gazed his son with a look that startled the young Jedi. ‘I finally hear that word since your mother told me she was pregnant.’

‘Are you a captive?’ Luke became more worried when his father turns away, hiding his emotion.

‘I cannot say.’

‘Why is Din becoming violent? Short-tempered?’

‘It could be that there are so many things happening to him at the same time, Luke.’

Luke mentally agreed with Anakin; he already racked his head for options from the moment he learned about this dilemma. He sighs as he steps inside the bridge, passing Anakin by; the man’s eyes on him. Even in his mind it’s hard to address him as father but Din’s welfare is the priority not his.  ‘You told Ahsoka Tare Vizsla is also here.’

‘Yes, in the dark saber.’

‘Have you met him?’ Again, Anakin moved away and the gut feeling that’s weighing heavily on Luke sank even more. 

‘No, and I do not have the means to contact him. What are you thinking, Luke?’

‘He is a Jedi and the oldest among us and perhaps he has further insight so I will try to reach out to him.’ Luke follows Anakin’s eyes. The man looks pained as he stares at Luke’s right hand. ‘It’s now mechanical. I’ve adapted.’

‘No, what I did was unpardonable.’  Anakin says quietly, standing by the wide bridge window. ‘I told master Windu I don’t want your padawan to be my last victim but here we are…’  He looks crestfallen.

‘Din wanted me to tell you ‘no hard feelings’, his words.’ Luke was rewarded with a flash of smirk from Anakin.

‘None taken. I like Din Djarin. His heart is pure.’

‘I hope Din could focus on his training as soon as I find the solution...’

‘He’s a natural. He saved himself when his jet pack ran out of fuel, using Force push. No one taught him that.’

‘I believe you. Din is a quick study but you know as well as I do he’s going to be a danger to himself and others.’

‘I have a feeling only Grogu is safe from Din. No matter what happens.’

‘I have to go back now.’ Luke stares at Anakin, not knowing if this is the last time he’s going to see his father ever again. ‘Thank you again for meeting me.’

‘Luke, Din doesn’t want the kingship.’

‘I know, but he cannot relinquish it.’ Luke joins Anakin by the window, arms in their sleeves.

‘And no one can take it away from him.’

-o0o-

THE MANTIS-

“Hey! You know who Yuno is?” The Mandalorian in dark blue beskar suit calls out.

The three boys look at each other at the stranger who landed by the ship. “Who are you?”

“Just a delivery guy.”

Din’s attendant squares his shoulders as he faces the Mandalorian who landed a few meters away. “I am Yuno. Where is the master?’ The boy steps forward smartly.

“I don’t know.”

Yuno and Jem exchange a glance. “Isn’t he up the cruiser?’

“I said don’t know. Here boy,” The man hands a package to Yuno. “This is from councilwoman Hyru.”

Yuno frowns from the man’s tone and attitude. “What is it?”

“It’s food for us!” Jem smiles at Yuno. “Like what she promised!”

“Why?”

The bald boy shrugs. “She just wanted to. Isn’t that great?”

“Please tell the councilwoman thank you.” Yuno bows in the Mandalorian way. “Let’s go guys…”

“Hey! Is that the Mantis?”

“Yes, this is master Din’s ship.”

“It’s beautiful.”

“It is. It used to be…”

“Can I see inside?”

Yuno and Jem turn to each other. “The master isn’t here and no one but us is allowed inside.”

“I’m one of the royal guards. It’s okay.”

“Wait!” Yuno runs after the man as he steps up to the ramp, blocking the man’s way. “Do not enter!”

-o0o-

CRUISER—

When Luke and Din open their eyes at the same time and found Ahsoka standing a few feet from them.

“It’s about time you’re back. We need to return to Calodan. Now.”

“What is it?”

“Something’s happening at the fort.”

“Grogu?” Din and Luke both stand up in a hurry alerted to Ahsoka’s vibe but when Din looks at his new teacher Luke shakes his head.   

“Could be.” Din and Luke ran after Ahsoka their feet pounding the metal flooring.

“Ahsoka, tell me!” Din agrees with Luke; Ahsoka is the best at shielding her thoughts.

“We’ll find out once we’ve descended. The ship’s ready.”

“Mand’alor!”

 “Whoa! No!” The men suddenly stop when they face the glowing end of the dark saber.

“No, were with you!”

The four men caught up with the three of them as they were running to the DX9. “I don’t need guards. Go back.”

“No, we chose to be with you.” The men nod.

“Including you?” The person Din talks to the man in yellow armor; the man steps back and the others look shocked. “I don’t need you.”

“I…uhm…sir…” The man in yellow armor looks scared.

“I don’t have time for this.” The Mand’alor and the male Jedi resumed their run. The other Jedi, the Togruta, went on ahead and jumped inside the imperial ship and is now heading back to them.  

“We go where you go.” The man in gold highlight on matte black helmet said from behind the Mando’ade, the decision was unanimous.

“Try to catch up!” Din said as he jumps up the open side hatch.

-o0o-

THE MANTIS--

“Get out of my way kid!” the man steps around Yuno and stomps up to the stairs.  

Anxiously Yuno also goes around the man and steps in front of him again, arms out to his sides. “You can’t be in here!” He gave the man a slight push.

“I won’t be long! Your master isn’t here. Let me go, boy!” The man shoves the teen out of his way.

Yuno almost lost his footing but manages to grab the safety bar. “No! This is the master’s ship! Get out!” Yuno reaches out and grabs the side of the man’s vest. It’s the sturdy and slightly stiff piece of clothing that helps attach the armor plates.

The man roughly grabs Yuno’s wrist way from him,  “Tell you what, I’ll just take a peek and then skedaddle out just like that, yeah?” The man olds up a finger over Yuno’s face which is a  gesture of threat in Calodan culture.

Yuno rubs his wrist. “Aren’t you a Mandalorian? Shouldn’t you have honor?”

“The fuck you talking about? Get out of my way!” The man yells at the boy and roughly grabs Yuno’s tunic front.

-o0o-

“Ahsoka? What is it?” Din asks after Ahsoka snarled. He couldn’t ‘hear’ anyone; not Ahsoka, not Luke or the five Mando’ade who were sitting in the bucket seats in the DX9. Luke discretely mentions that he’s still recovering from the mind meld.

“Better fly down. Something’s happening at the Mantis.”

“It’s Grogu isn’t it?” Din turns behind him when the side hatch rolls open. The wind screams at them; ruffling and flapping at their clothes.

“Yes.” She nods curtly to him. “Go!”

Without a word or hesitation Din runs to the side and jumps. Ahsoka sees him jets by the DX9.

-o0o-

“Stay here Grogu!” Holding his small spear, Jem ran up to the ramp and into the Mantis. “Yuno!”

Grogu starts to worry as his other friend disappears into the ship where a loud argument is happening. Using the arrow keys on his new pod he moves forward then turns left.  The ship’s running lights blind Grogu; he stops as he floats up the ramp. That’s the disadvantage of having big eyes sometimes. He can see in the dark really well but bright lights hurt his eyes.

The stairs is the first thing he sees right in front of him when his vision clears up. The metal walls bounces the voices back and forth his ears. The man sounds very angry but Yuno is extremely determined to keep him out with Jem’s help.

What about me? Grogu gulps down the fear tickling in his chest. His friends didn’t have any special powers unlike him but they would bravely face danger. Grogu hates bullies as much as he hates Imps most of all. He must join his friends in facing that man and tell him….

Grogu almost jumps out of his pod as something landed in front of him. With ears raised high the boy grabs the sides of his pram. When he was freed from the imps it was difficult to hoist himself up so he could stand. He’s much stronger now and the new pod is more comfortable than his previous ones. What did Yuno drop?

The boy shrieks and jerks back in shock when he sees what it is.

-o0o-

“What are you waiting for?” Ahsoka raises her brow to the five men who were looking at the door and her. “Now!”

Cabur Skirata stands up and slams his helmet upon his head. “Follow the Mand’alor! Now! Go!” He mobilized the four one of them by grabbing the stunned men one by one and pushes them to the door. He was the last to jump after giving Ahsoka and Luke a salute.

-o0o-

Jem could hardly see as he hurries down from the stairs. Hands shaking, he lays them on cold skin as tears fall. Jem raises pained eyes when he bounces as the metal plates of the flooring shakes with the trod of heavy boots.

“Shit! It was an accident. I didn’t know he would slip and…fuck!” The man walks back and forth, hands flailing, breathing heavily.

“You hurt Yuno! Why did you hurt him?” Jem sobs huddling over the older boy. Yuno lays on the cold floor of the Mantis, unmoving. “Yuno!”

“It’s his fault!” The man points at the other boy.

“You have no honor!” Grogu’s whimper was almost drowned by Jem’s sobs.

“It was an accident! It’s his fault! Stop crying!”

“He’s so cold! Yuno, wake up! Wake up!” Jem yelps in fear when he was pulled roughly away from Yuno.

“If you say anything to anyone I will kill both of you, hear me?”

“Ow! Let me go! I’ll tell the master!”

“You die if you talk, understand me?” The Mandalorian snarls at Jem’s face. Grogu stares at the Mandalorian who is shaking Jem.

-o0o-

“Councilwoman, you have come back!” One of the men from her house came running over when Aylith landed at the launch bay.

“So where is the Mand’alor?”

“You didn’t see him at Calodan?”

“Would I ask if I have?” she bites back. Aylith removes her helmet with a sigh. “My apologies. Where did he go?”

“He and his friends returned to the fort in a hurry.”

“Wait…what friends?”

“The two Jedi, alor. They look serious. They helped the Mand’alor attack the Mando’ade.”

“The Mand’alor attacked the ship? What?”

“He came here and then lifted the 2^nd in command up the air!”

“Why?”

“I was just as confused as you are, councilwoman. And then there was a fight…”

Aylith stands in the middle of the vast launch bay her mind reeling as the man drones on about people in the air, the glowing  ship’s bay…”Is the second in command back?”

The man shrugs his lack of knowledge. “I don’t know but he must be around here. Last time I heard,” The man looks around, “I think he’s looking for someone.”

“Who?”

“The one who was spreading rumors about the Mand’alor.”

-o0o-

“Put me down!”

“Shut up and listen!” The man roughly grabs Jem’s chin. “If you say anything I will come back and kill you and that green monster over there, understand me?”

“You’re the monster! I will kill you!”

“Kill me? You little fucker!” The man raised his other arm as  if to smite the boy.

“The master will kill you!” Jem attempted some kick on the arms but the man kept his hold on him.

The man cursed and changed his hold on Jem; he put the boy in front of him with a hand clamped on Jem’s mouth and nose and dragged the struggling Jem with him outside.

-o0o-

From above Din didn’t have any problem locating the Mantis in the dark of the night; its contour highlighted from the running lights burning bright. Din relocated and parked the Mantis on the same area he landed almost a year ago. He and Grogu sometimes need the privacy just to be away from people. The guest house and it’s enclosed space though pretty and comfortable is still confining for the two of them who were used to traveling the vastness of space.

The dark forest has more open space and relatively quiet; the only things around were the Kuza, the docile herbivores roaming the woodland. He landed a few meters away, boots puffing up the dry soil.  

 “Looks empty.” Someone said behind him.

Din barely acknowledges the other Mando’ade as they arrive after him; landing  nearby. His focus is on finding the three children. “Yuno should be here,” he said, as he heads to the ramp. ”Yuno! Jem!”

“Who are you looking for, sir?” asked Cabur Skirata.

“My attendants. They usually greet me when I come back. My son isn’t here, too.” He stops as he puts a foot on the first step-Din’s frown deepens; there’s a dissipating heat signature on a spot on the metal deck. “Fuck!” The blood drained from him when he made out a faint outline.  

“What happened here?” the man in black and gold helmet gasps. The others turned their thermal enhancer like Din which gave out soft beeps. “What is it?”

“Drag marks.” Din points down to a glowing mark like a wide brush stroke on the ground which leads to the direction outside. 

The black pauldron man looks up, “It’s small. Possibly…”

“A young boy.” They all turn then took a step back-the flame is ‘roaring’ around the Mand’alor again.

“Y-your…your abilities are amazing, Mand’alor.” Stammers the youngest Mando’ade.

“That’s my attendant Yuno. What the fuck happened?” From the ground Din picks up a stick. “ Jem’s spear!” The boy always carries whenever he goes. Din slides the smaller copy of his own spear behind him. His worry now grows into fear.

“Sir, there are shoe prints!” Cabur points somewhere to the side of the ship Din sees the same at the same time as the older man.

“It’s a man. He drags Yuno deep in there.” Din grates, his voice deep.

“Mand’alor, there’s no one inside the ship.” The man in red beskar came down from the stairs.

“He knows.” Cabur waves the Mando’ade over.  

“Where are we going?”

“Where he’s going.” Cabur nods to the Mand’alor who is striding into the burned forest.

-o0o-

Jem has always seen his ward as kind, gentle, playful, sometimes naughty and stubborn. Jem doesn’t doubt what the master said that his ward is 50 years old but Grogu has the emotional maturity of a five year old human child. Grogu always turns a deaf ear when it comes to being told what to do like do not eat too much or practice his lessons.

Jem has also never seen Grogu lose his temper. Whenever mistress Ahsoka pushes him to use his skills sometimes again and again Grogu never got angry. He would get sad and a little depressed but never angry. Whenever he loses to a game the green kid would just sulk until Jem or Yuno brings him some food he likes and his mood would lift. He would eat anything except grains and yams.

He always seems to be calm even during a dangerous situation. When the witches came for Lady Kalon Grogu was using his abilities without any difficulty. Jem could even hear Grogu alerting his father, coordinating with him during the fight. They are a team. Grogu loves his father unconditionally and the master is equally so. And Grogu loves his friends. The boy had many friends once, many years ago, but he lost most of them in a horrible tragedy. Grogu saw them hunted and killed at a place called Coruscant.

Jem is seeing another side of his ward and friend; what he is doing is so shocking and uncharacteristic of his tiny ward. Jem wipes the tears from his eyes and sighs. It’s a sigh full of satisfaction. 

 

-o0o-

 

Chapter 42: THE CLAN OF TWO: BOUNTY HUNTERS

Summary:

While helping Grogu find a Jedi, an accident on Tython turned Din Djarin to a Force sensitive. Caught at a crossroads, he went back to Calodan to become the padawan of Ahsoka Tano but…Din’s other life has caught up with him.

A/N: I love the story of Din Djarin and Grogu. Also I am writing this because of the force of my inspiration Pedro Pascal and not for monetary gain. I have spoken. This is the way!

1 : Yuno, Din's attendant would look like kid on the side of the road from Season 2 Episode 15-The Believer.

2: On Pinterest see Din Djarin’s cute cottage in Calodan under the name Acer Wolfe at Silver Moon Inuyoukai board. You can also see the picture of the Mantis, Din’s new vehicle.

NOTE: Carlos Peña Romulo Sr. QSC GCS CLH NA GCrM GCrGH KGCR (January 14, 1898 – December 15, 1985) was a Filipino diplomat, statesman, soldier, journalist and author. He has been named as one of the Philippines's national artists in literature, and was the recipient of many other honors and honorary degrees. He was the president of the United Nations General Assembly. (I’m proud to be his countryman)

PADAWAN

CHAPTER 42

THE CLAN OF TWO: THE BOUNTY HUNTERS

Brotherhood is the very price and condition of man’s survival

~Carlos P. Romulo

 

CRUISER (KITCHEN) —

“Oi, I need a volunteer!” The chef yells to some of the people hanging around the cantina.

The large area is one of the few places where people like to congregate. Set aside the animosity and distrust to one another Mandalorians can be somewhat sociable but not too much. It was disappointing there’s no exercise room so the Mando’ade cleared a portion of the back of the launch bay and made their own equipment.

It was the Mandalorian council’s concern when they planned to gather people to meet the Mand’alor; few clans were at peace with each other and to bring them together in a confined space for the trip might be pushing it too far.  

And the nightmare came true.  A fight broke out. Three clans started fighting before they boarded. But even surprising was the rest rushed in and broke the fight. Solution: the three rival clans boarded in separate ships. Still, the bickering didn’t stop.

“For what?” one of the guys in a dark beskar paid attention.

“Deliver these food boxes for the Mand’alor’s kids!” The chef pats the small boxes from behind the counter.

“Uh, planet side?” 

“Yep.”

“Okay, I'll…” Someone claps a hand over the speaker’s shoulder and pushed him back down.

“No, I’ll take it. I’m the council woman’s aide.” Says the man who has the same color beskar as Aylith.

“Good. Bring it down while it’s still warm.”

“Don’t let anyone take it; I’ll need to rearrange the beskar real quick!” The aide winks.

“Blowtorch that vambrace before you come back!” The cook said in parting, returning the euphemism.  “I won’t have you making those kids sick!”

“Yeah, yeah!” The man whistles a marching tune while making his way to the public head.

A few minutes later and very much internally relieved Aylith’s aide strolls out of the public lavatory. He’s impressed how comfortable living on the Imperial cruiser could be. His quarters and clothes were automatically cleaned by service bots. The food is prepared by bots too. The aide stops with a grimace then turns around; he pauses by one of the sanitation devices and passes his hands under the glowing beams of ruby light. It was a big surprise to know the imps were obsessed with sanitation and cleanliness. That’s it; they need to capture more of these cruisers so they can travel comfortably…

“Oi!” The aide frowns at the table. The counter and his armor made some clatter as he leans over to see if the food boxes were at the lower counter. Nothing.  “Where the fuck’s the food?! Oi!” he slaps his hand on the metal counter.

“What do you want?” The irritated chef steps out of the galley sans buy’ce and upper body armor.

“So, where’s the food, man?”

The burly chef who is busy planning next week’s menu exchanges frowns with the aide. He looks around for the food boxes he prepared. As an extra treat to the kids he added some fresh and crisp bean sprouts that he grew himself he also added a few sweets for balance. Chef hopes the Mand’alor allows the kids to eat the dessert. “What the fuck? It’s not here! I thought you took it.”

“No! I didn’t!” Annoyed, the aide slams the helmet upon his head. “Are you saying we have a fucking thief on board?!”

-o0o-

The crunch of six pairs of heavy boots on the dry soil was loud in the forest. Even louder is the beat of Din Djarin’s heart. He has this sinking feeling deep down in his gut. He worries for the three boys that were in his care. I’ve dallied too long! Yuno  could be running out of time! The thermal residue was about half an hour ago.  Just let him be alive, Din’s jaw gnashed hard.

“The Mand’alor can see in the dark?” Red helmet man whispers.

“He’s using the Force.” The other man shrugs; not getting what Skirata says.

Their new leader is taking the rough terrain as if he knows it like the back of his hand. The Mando’ade begin running after the Mand’alor again to a dark area where their scanners couldn’t even penetrate. They’re glad of the Mand’alor’s flame now; without it  they don’t have a beacon to  follow and they would be as blind as a bat. They stop to gawk as Din Djarin took a tall rise in two bounds. The man in green cuirass holds up a fist, stopping at the base of the rise. The Mando’ade follows and stops, doing a standard formation a few feet away while Din looks around.

“Oh shit!” One of the men was taken by surprise; he hit his back against a tree as a huge shape moves in the pitch black night.

“Get out of its way!” Cabur pulls the man away from the feet of the herbivore. The animal walks past, generating microseism with its enormous hooves. They step aside as the animal goes straight to the tree; it’s wide mouth dripping slobber. It clamps on a thick  branch and rips it off like it was a mere twig.  

“I almost shot that thing!” the man in red beskar shook off wood chips raining down on him. Above, the tree-eater makes growling sounds of contented munching. Another loud crack made them duck and they cleared out of the tree to let the gentle but hungry animal eat in peace.

“Keep your shit together.” Cabur slaps a hand on the red helmeted man. “Turn the light on.”

“Yeah. Just got surprised.” The man breathes fast as he returns his gun to its holster then clicks the light on his helmet.

“Mother fucker, they’re massive…” the man in black pauldron whispers.

“This darkness is insane!” The man in green cuirass said as he looks around. Since they enter the burnt woods they suddenly felt they had to talk in whispers even through their listening devices. The silence and the darkness make for an eerie forest.

Up on the rise, Din never forgets the first lesson Ahsoka taught him; he closes his eyes to collect himself and calm down as he allows the Force to find Yuno. How far do I search? The burned woods have numerous hills and valleys good for hiding and ambush. The woods span hundreds of acres and he’s only one. Din turns swiftly when the footsteps stop behind him. Five men trail him but he does little to pay attention to their presence. Fine, I’m not really alone but how could I trust them?

Cabur and the rest swung around as the green beskar man runs after Din Djarin; they gawk at Din when he jumps down from that three meter rise. Dank Farrik!

“It’s the boy!” The green beskar man calls after Din disappears in the night.

“Keep up! The Mand’alor needs us!” Cabur waves the men over.  “This fucking darkness…” The veteran scans the virtually obsidian night careful not to trip on the uneven ground.

“He’s here!” The green beskar man shouts soon after. The Mando’ade stops to get oriented then found the light from the Mand’alor’s flame.

Din detected the faint life sign as he clears some trees and his heart got almost broken. He got angry as he looks up at his attendant. The teen had been bound on his wrists with a grappling line, the kind Mandalorians use and hung him up on a tall branch.

“Fuck! What kind of mother fucking animal does this to a kid?!” The man in gray beskar kept cursing, letting out his anger.

Din reaches out as the Force hums its power to float Yuno up to ease the ligature on the teen’s wrists then he shoots the rope off to free the boy. Din had no choice but use his ability again though it got some reaction from the men. Since the man in gray beskar is nearer he reaches out for the boy. It was strange to feel the ‘Force’ which was some kind of pressure. The feeling is like as if he immersed in water. It was not bad but he witnessed the fight earlier and knew that gentle power the Mand’alor is using for the boy could also be used with ferocity. The strange low humming sound stopped as soon as the boy was secured in his arms.

Din just about dove in after the man deposited the teenager on a flat rock full of soft moss. He tamps down the rage he likewise feels like the others. The man who puts Yuno on the rock stood back to give him space to check the boy while the Mando’ade light surrounds him so he could see clearly.  Din uses his helmet to scan Yuno’s vitals. From his utility belt Din takes out a small canister and quickly sprays the boy’s nostrils with it. The clear liquid is a godsend and really good with injuries. He realized the bacta’s advantage when IG-11 slathered that spray on him. He was on the verge of imminent death as he lies in the burning cantina where he had done many a bounty hunting negotiations. Din Djarin lamented that instead of closing his eyes on the sight of Grogu he would die accompanied by a droid.  The irony wasn’t lost to him.

He waits for death and maybe another strike from Moff Gideon’s men and to his disbelief he felt the strength return to him. Still surprised, he attempts to move his legs-they feel stronger too. Though his knees shook a bit he got to stand on his two feet plus his head injury stopped bleeding after an hour! He was beyond impressed! Since then bacta is a must have and he never goes without. Dank Farrik! It’s a little expensive but it’s worth every credit.

After a few minutes of tense waiting the boy starts to stir; Din lifts his fingers on the boy’s neck with a lot of relief.  Yuno’s breathing became shallow to a little rough but he’s alive!  Thank the ancestors! Finally the teen blinks and jerked in fear as soon as he opens his eyes.

“Master?”

Din took a deep breath of relief at the whisper. “Hey kid. It’s me. You’re safe now.” In a burst of emotion Din takes Yuno in his arms and the boy had a good cry then he wipes the boy’s face with his own cape. It’s one of the fresh and clean ones that the hardworking Yuno would have laundered every day. Din strokes the teen’s hair which helps calm him down. “I’m here, you’re safe now.” Dank Farrik! That was close!

“Master…!”  Yuno looks at him wide-eyed as the boy begins to shake. “What’s happening?”

“Don’t be afraid. It’s just shock. You’re okay.” Din hurriedly takes off his cape, wrapping it around the boy’s narrow shoulders. “Tell me what happened.” Din leans very close as he listens to Yuno’s shaky voice recounting his harrowing experience.

“My lord.” The man in two tone gray helmet holds  out a container. “For the boy. Water.” The man said quietly, helmet low.

“Thank you.” Din helps Yuno as the boy takes a sip of water. “You put yourself in danger…”

“I felt he wanted to do something bad on the ship.” Yuno opens his mouth at Din’s gesture in total trust as Din applied the bacta spray once more when the boy doubled over coughing. “It’s my job to…”

“Yuno, all you need to do is to report it to me. It’s not worth your life and safety, understand?” the kid nods back at his stare.

“I just want to be a good Mandalorian like you, master….” The kid accepts another sip of water.

“You are kid, but I learned the hard way that we don’t have to rush into a fight. Hey, what are you doing?”

“Jem and Grogu! What happened to them?” Yuno lies back when Din gently pushes him back down. The boy is still feeling shaky.

“I don’t know where they are but Grogu is with Jem. Now you need to go to elder Ydela and get yourself looked after.” Din gets up with a sigh. The deep breath he took didn’t help lower Din’s rage but it mounts up exponentially. The kids didn’t deserve what they went through! He looks up to the dark sky; the twin moons of Corvus had hidden themselves as if shocked at what happened to one of its sons. And Din wasn’t there when they needed him the most.

He’s now getting worried for Jem and Grogu and he cannot be in two places at the same time. So, should he use the services of the Mando’ade?

“I will take the boy, my lord.”

Din turns to the voice; it was the man who gave him the water bottle.  “Can you?”

“I want to help, my lord.”

“Master, I don’t want to go with them!” Yuno clutches Din’s arm with some kind of fear.

“Hey, you can trust us, kid.” The man in red helmet steps forward but Yuno looks at the man with suspicion. Din shakes his head at the man.

“Ah, the poor lad is scared.” The man in gray beskar sighs.

“The kid is scared shit! When I get my hands at that asshole…” The man in black pauldron points his rifle into the dark, pretending to shoot.

“Please master…” the boy sits up looking at Din and the others, shaking his head, pleading at him. “Please.”

“Yuno, I want  you to go with this man.” Din kneels back down, “The elder must see to your injuries; the bacta is just a first aid. Believe me, you have been hurt.”

“My lord, may I?” The man in gray bows politely to Din.

“What will you do?”

“Let me try. He might come with me.”

“Okay, give it a shot.” Din nods. The man removes his buy’ce as he kneels before Yuno and places his arm across his knee. It was good he wanted to put  a face behind the helmet.  “Let me take you to your healer, Yuno. I will protect you like my own.”

“What’s your name?”

“My name is Rud Kyr’bes. I am a clan of five and I have a daughter about younger than you.”

“Really? Is she a Mandalorian too?”

Kyr’bes nods, “Yes, she is. Tell you what, if you come with me I will get you to meet my daughter when you are better. How’s that?”

Din observes the man called Rud Kyr’bes as Yuno appears to be thinking about the offer really seriously. The man Kyr’bes has a quiet and earnest character. Just like Din and any Mandalorian he looks younger than his age due to the protection of the buy’ce but he is soft spoken which helped calm Yuno down.  

Din nods his approval and he and Kyr’bes was gratified the boy said yes. “Good. Rud Kyr’bes will fly you to elder Ydela’s house so you need to point the way, okay?” as he eyes the Mando’ade  like a hawk Din couldn’t express his big relief to see Yuno allow Kyr’bes to pick him up. “Thank you. Stay with him until I find Jem and Grogu.” Din  took a deep breath after Kyr’bes and Yuno flew away. Before he took his eyes off the sky he thanked the ancient ancestors he found his attendant just in time.

“My lord…” Cabur Skirata’s boots loudly scrunched to a stop.

“Don’t move.” Din murmurs, a hand points to the ground.  “Tracks.” He continues to point to another area on the right but the men couldn’t see anything even with their night scopes. Din followed the thermal image with a pounding heart much concerned for the three children. He pauses for a moment- reorienting, sensing. Yes, it’s coming back. Dank Ferrik! To the shock of the men their Mand’alor left them in the dust again. They shrug and follow Din until…

“Dank Farrik!” gushed one of the men when they got around a herd of Kuza.

“Holy ancestors!”

“We finally found you, you asshole!” growls the man in red helmet.  The one that they’ve been hunting has been hanging in the air. “What the hell?” The man with the red armor swiftly points his rifle but it flew out of his grip. The weapon floats high above the Mand’alor.

“You touch him, you die!”

“But Mand’alor…” The man in the red armor looks at his empty hands, after his gun was taken the Mand’alor also pulled his other weapons out of him.

“He’s the one I’ve been looking for.” Din nods to a  Mando’ade floating in a ball.

“Can we cut him down?” The man in black pauldron steps under the floating man.

“No, don’t…!” Din sighs loudly.

“Ah, shit!” The man in black pauldron cursed when he got a dose of the Force.

“Stand back. I’ll talk to my son.” Din says as he passes by the electrocuted man.

“Shit! That was gnarly!” The man in black pauldron shakes his arm.

“That was mild. He could really hurt you if he wanted to. He repelled a blowtorch trooper. Killed the man in an instant.” Din could imagine the man in black pauldron went wide-eyed behind his helmet.

“Fuck sheeeet! I was lucky then!” The man chuckled and kept nodding in combined disbelief and amazement, “I’ll live, my lord.”

“If you don’t stay where you are you’ll all end up like him.”

“We will stay where we are.” Cabur nods to the men.

“Yes.” The man in yellow beskar stutters as his eyes were nailed on that orb.

“We will stay.” The men in a green unbroken line on his cuirass remain the second calmest person in the group.

“Just here. We won’t move.” The man in the red armor backs away but Din had already turned his back on them.

“Grogu? Hey kid. I’m here.” The boy opens his eyes at Din’s call. He shakes his head in regret as he kneels down to Grogu’s level. The boy looks angry. Normally Grogu has these gentle and curious eyes that lights up whenever he sees Din. The boy follows it with delighted trills and lots of cooing. “You found him.”

‘He’s the bad man.’ Says Grogu in his soft but with  a touch of raspy telepathic voice.

Now that he and Grogu can talk to each other Din still couldn’t help but smile when he hears his son’s voice in his head. He also discovered Grogu could understand everything that’s being said around him. When they’re alone they talk this way to each other but not when there are others around like Yuno and Jem and now the Mando’ade. “How did you find him?”

‘He took Yuno then closed us inside the ship. Jem and I were slow because Jem cannot see in the dark.’ Grogu  whimpers for a moment, ‘I took him down when he flew in the air…’

“You took him down mid-air?”

‘I removed his weapons and armor.’

“Let him down.”

‘He hurt Yuno!’

“Yes.”

‘Did you find Yuno?’

“I did.”

‘Is he alive?’

“Yes. The bacta helped him.  Let him down now. I have to question him.” The boy looks at Din but didn’t follow. “Kid, did you hear me? Let him down. I know you’re angry but…”

‘He must pay.’

“How?” It shocks Din to hear the first ‘cruel’ words from his boy. “Do you wish to kill him?”

‘Yes, I want to.’

“Do you know how?” Only a whimper is what he got from his son. Din thanks the ancestors as he lays a comforting hand over the boy’s head, “Do you know where Jem is?”

‘Yes. I can show you. Buir?”

“Yes kid?”

‘He’s mine.’

Din points at the caught Mandalorian “Yours? Your bounty?”

‘Yes.’ Grogu nods.

“Of course, kid.” Din wanted to take off his helmet so he could show Grogu how proud he is at him at this very moment. “Good job!”

“Let me go!” Another scream broke out from Grogu’s catch but no one paid no mind to his cry. The captive is spread-eagled in the air, helpless; his weapons floats around him.

With Grogu trailing behind, Din came down from the small hill. They were met by Cabur Skirata and the men.

“My lord, the man…we’re just gonna leave him up there?”

“My son immobilized him.”

The man in red helmet stares at Grogu and Din. “Oh okay. Got it. ”

“But we can take him with us.”

“Oh really?” The man in green’s expression looks amused as he took off his helmet then started laughing when the caught Mandalorian starts moving high above Grogu’s head like balloon. “That’s cool, little one!” the man in green beskar decides to stay with Grogu after getting a nod of approval from Din.

“Where to, kid? Lead the way.” Grogu grunts in reply and moves forward. Din approves of how quick Grogu mastered the use of his new vehicle. Din had it commissioned from the armorer to add a retractable dome in clear polycarbonate to protect the boy when they’re out in the rain. Grogu had many cribs or pods before but they prove inadequate to shield the kid from inclement weather and in extreme situations, predators. Din noticed some raptors circling and flying by. “What happened to Jem?” Din kneels down to Grogu’s attendant who is sitting against a tree, eyes closed. He immediately checks the Calodan boy. If Jem is also hurt  Din might just execute that asshole for hurting and scaring his boys.

‘I made him sleep.’

It made Din turn around, stunned. “How did you know that?”

‘Mother taught me.’

Kalon. Din took a deep breath; he misses her and he wonders how his new wife is doing. He should have formally presented her to the Mando’ade after their pledge. “Hm, do you remember more?”

Grogu gave out a little squeak and his eyes got sad. ‘Sometimes. I remember a little.’

“So why did you make Jem sleep?”

‘I don’t want him to get scared….’ The boy gave out a short grunt.

Shit. “…because you want to kill this guy?” Din jerks his head to the terrified man. Grogu even removed the man’s buy’ce. “Hmp! He looks kinda battered. Was that you?” he only got a nod from the kid. “If you can help it don’t kill an enemy right away. Incapacitate him. He might have some information.’

‘Can I question him?’

“Sure, but first you need to release Jem. Can you do that?” He leans back on his haunches as Grogu closes his eyes and waves his hand.

“Jem?” he calls softly, he places his hand on the boy’s head. Din hunkers down in front of Jem, “Hey, it’s Din. Are you okay?”

“Master?” The child whispers. Finally, the boy seemed to be waking up. “Master? You’re back?” With tears falling on his cheeks the boy places his hands on Din’s shoulders, squeezing his pauldron, he touches Din’s helmet as if to make sure. “Is it you, really?”

“Yes, it’s master. It’s me.” Din is worried; the boy shakes like a leaf as he rubs his small back “I’m here.”

“You’re back! I’m so glad master…!” The boy’s face crumples as he sobs so hard.

Din’s heart practically broke at the boy’s distress. “Come here. You’re okay now. ” 

When he opens his eyes Jem goes to Din for a hug but he leans back to the tree grimacing and hissing in pain. “Ow…” Jem rubs his foot.

“What happened?” Din unlaced Jem’s soft boots and slid it off carefully.

“I stepped on something and twisted this ankle.” Jem braces his hands on the ground as he twitches from Din checking his ankle.

“Scan doesn’t show any break.” The boy’s face relaxed when the bacta spray cools and numbs the injured foot. “Jem, have elder Ydela look at your injuries.”

“But master…” Jem whines in protest.

“You will stay with her until she says you are better. Yuno is there, okay?” Din smirks watching until Jem  stops scratching his head the boy is not happy that he’s missing some exciting things. In the end the child nods. “What’s your name?”

The black pauldron Mando’ade nudged the one Din is talking to. “It’s you, wimp.”

“I’m…I’m Tebec from house Nari, my lord.” The man in yellow took off his helmet and took a bow. “It’s a small clan.”

“Alright, Tebec, Jem will tell you where the healer’s house is. Can you do it?”

“My lord, I will do it. Please trust me with the boy.”

“Make haste but with care. I don’t want that boy further traumatized. Understood?”

“Loud and clear, my lord.”

Din carefully lifts and places Jem in Tebec’s arms. “Jem will show you. Leave now.”

“Don’t fuck this up, wimp.” The man in black pauldron says in parting; mocking the youngest of them. The others also joined him but all stops when the Mand’alor turned around and pointed a finger on his face.

“You will cease that.”

“Mand’alor I thought you rejected him?” Cabur’s still looking up at the flame from Tebec’s  jet pack.

“It’s a test. This is his chance to remit himself.”

“My lord, are you okay?” Cabur Skirata whispers. He looks on with concern at the Mand’alor’s downcast shoulders.

“I almost lost my kids.”  

“But you found them in time that’s…”

“Because of me. This man is a spy.” Everyone looks up at the captive. “He wanted to get inside my ship badly.” The man is now quiet; Grogu incapacitated him to the relief of the Mando’ade.

“To plant a device? A bomb?”

“Sabotage.”

“What for?”

“To get at me and my kid.” Din stands straight. “The imperial remnants are after him. We’ve been trying to elude them for a long time.”

“Hm,” The man in green, inclines his head. “why?”

“They want his blood.”

“Blood?” The man gestures at his own arm. “They get his blood?! He’s so small!”

“Fucking vampires! So heinous!” The man in red buy'ce says. 

“The imps are still around?!” Growls black pauldron man.

“We need to leave.” Din is looking at Grogu when he said it.

‘No!’ Grogu made a combination of growling and humming sounds that is new to Din.

“We have to, kid. Someone sent him. He’s been here for days so might have sent a message to someone that we’re here.”

“We shall meet them and defeat them.” Cabur Skirata steps forward.

‘But if we leave and they come they might hurt the Calodans and Yuno and Jem!’ Grogu punctuated his words with audible low trills.

“Dank Farrik, you have a point, kid!”

“What did he say, my lord?” Grogu’s new bodyguard asked.

“Change of plans. The kid is worried for his friends and the Calodans. The remnant was here and enslaved the village. The Jedi Ahsoka Tano and I took out the leader and her men.” Din shakes his head when the Mando’ade bowed really low reserved for someone who is revered.

“Did you use your ability, my lord?” Skirata asks.

“No, that’s before I got my abilities. It’s a long story.”

“Even impressive!”

“Guys…” The men did the bow again.

“My lord, you deserve it. You are their champion.”

“Enough of that. I have to report to Gov. Wing now.”

“We will come with you. It’s our deepest honor to follow you.”

“Okay, your choice.”

-o0o-

 

 

Chapter 43: THE MANDO’ADE

Summary:

While helping Grogu find a Jedi, an accident on Tython turned Din Djarin to a Force sensitive. Caught at a crossroads, he went back to Calodan to become the padawan of Ahsoka Tano but…Din’s other life has caught up with him.

~(o.o)~

A/N: I love the story of Din Djarin and Grogu. Also I am writing this because of the force of my inspiration Pedro Pascal and not for monetary gain. I have spoken. This is the way!

1 : Yuno, Din's attendant would look like kid on the side of the road from Season 2 Episode 15-The Believer.

2: On Pinterest see Din Djarin’s cute cottage in Calodan under the name Acer Wolfe at Silver Moon Inuyoukai board. You can also see the picture of the Mantis, Din’s new vehicle.

 

PADAWAN

CHAPTER 43

THE MANDO’ADE

Greatness is not found in possessions, power position or prestige. It is discovered in goodness, humility, service and character.

~William Arthur Ward

CALODAN-

“Ah, thank you my son.  It’s late. You may leave me now.” Gov. Wing lowers his arms on the covers. He gave his attendant a nod of approval.

“Would you like a fresh jar of water?”

“No, I will be fine.” Gov. Wing nods.  

“Extra pillow?”

“No. No, I don’t need it. Thank you. Go on home. Sunrise is a few hours away. Get some rest yourself.”

“See you then, governor.” The senior attendant bows and goes to the door.

“Thank you for your care, son. Good night.”

Gov. Wing yawns when the front door clicks close. Looking up, he makes a gesture of thanks to master Djarin for swapping houses to avoid inhaling the dangerous spores from his old house. What a long and eventful day, the elder yawns once more, hands over his chest. So far he could feel his lungs clearing up, the hacking cough finally subsided enough so he could breathe much easier. It took effect the first few hours after he took the tea and tomorrow he is sure after he had taken the second cup he could take a  walk without a catch in his breath. He’s feeling like his old self before the infection sets in but his eyes were growing heavy from the herbal medication. Before sleep pulls him to its bosom Gov. Wing gave thanks and protection for Kalon of Dathomir…and with a contented sigh he slips into slumber.

-o0o-

Five Mandalorians, a captive and a pod descends in the middle of the street of Calodan. Tense, the remaining four Mandalorians sweep the area for danger but things are quiet. Except for the six of them, not including Grogu’s catch, the street is empty. However, they were joined by a lone   loth cat; it streaked past them chasing after a sewer beast to an alley. Din could have told them that on Calodan time it’s nearing midnight and people have already turned in if he wasn’t preoccupied at what to say to Gov. Wing.

“No. Keep your dome up, kid. The night hunters are out.” There was a sound as they enter the gate of the guest house compound.  Grogu reluctantly raised the clear dome again as the flock of dark birds circled around. “Leave your bounty with them. He’s not going anywhere, right?” The green child grunts and nods. The bounty stops following the boy as Grogu backs away.  “Good. Guys, get a load off in those benches there under those trees. I installed proximity sensors there, there and over here so this place is monitored.” The men nod after they see the green pilot lights.

“We’ll wait out here, my lord.” They bowed to the Mand’alor.

Din took a few steps, stops, and turn around again shaking his head. “About that.  ‘Sir’ sounds better than the ‘my lord’ nonsense.” The men went quiet for a moment then they chuckled in amusement.

“Fucking A, sir! Uh sorry…” the man in red helmet snort in embarrassment.

“We will comply…sir.” Chuckling, Skirata turns to the others and they all nod in unison.

“Good. Look, this talk might take long.” Din stares at the man in red helmet. Dank Farrik!

“Don’t worry about us. We’ll be here when you come back, sir.” Skirata nods.

“Ibic cuyir te’ara.” The Mando’ade chorused with a deep bow.

-o0o-

MANDALORIAN CRUISER-

“Ka'ara dala Hyru, I’m glad I found you!” The cook’s heavy tread could be heard all the way to the end of the hallway.

“Ka'ara dala Hyru, did you know we have a thief on board?” The Ka'ara dala’s aide walks beside the cook and they both look serious.

“Ka'ara dala Hyru, may I speak with you?” At the same time the 2^nd IC entered from another corner.

Aylith Hyru’s shoulders fell at the sight of the three men converging on her. “More bad news?”

“How did you know, ka'ara dala?” says the 2^nd IC.

“Oh, nothing. Trouble seems to be the springing left and right today.” Aylith holds up a hand when the men begin talking in chorus once more. “Whoa! I will listen to you all but one at a time!” They all nod at her. “Commander, you arrived first, what is it?” The three men follow her as she walks towards the other direction.

“Oh, you are heading to the canteen? Good! That is my concern.” The cook walks in step with the other man.

“Mine too.” The man who talked is the Ka'ara dala’s aide.

“I don’t believe it. You both have the same issue?”

“We have a thief, Ka'ara dala.” The aide and the cook both nod. As they enter the large room where there were a few people enjoying some hot drinks.  They gave the ka'ara dala and her entourage a nod.

“That’s a serious accusation.” Aylith put her helmet down on the metal table as the 2^nd IC and the cook sit across from her and her aide chose to stand by her left.

“Someone took the food of the Mand’alor’s kids!” The cook couldn’t stay quiet anymore.

“Who the hell would do that?!” Aylith’s fingers stop the soothing face rub she was giving herself.  

“I just went to the head, my lady and when I came back it was gone!” The aide shrugs.

Aylith looks at the cook. “Do we have any food left? I haven’t had supper…”

“We have reserved food, my lady!” The cook summoned one of the droids from his vambrace.

“So, the children lost their food? Did anyone go planet-side and ask?” Aylith nods to the Mando’ade who paused by the table and gave her a bow.

“We just found out, my lady.” the aide steps aside for the droid who brought the councilwoman's tray.

“Who the hell took it?” Aylith frowns as she takes a deep breath when the hot tea warms her up.  She wanted to just sit here and take her time to eat her food but like other Mandalorians she ate the bowl of stew and the bread fast.

“Ka'ara dala, pardon the interruption but we had a situation up here when you were at Calodan. It was the Mand’alor. When he came up here he…” As the 2^nd IC gave his report that sounded more and more fantastical the man hopes the councilwoman wouldn’t think he went off his dented beskar mind irreparably because she was looking at him in disbelief. 

“Where is the Mand’alor? Is he still here?” Shit. I don’t need to see him right now.

“He and the Jedi and five volunteer Mando’ade apparently left in a hurry after the Mand’alor’s  mind-meld with the Jedi was interrupted.” The 2nd IC glances at the two other men then to Aylith.

“Mind-meld? It’s okay, commander, we’ve all seen things today that were hard to understand. No one would think of you in a negative way. When I sent you to find Yuno did you see anyone at the Mantis?” she pushes her finished bowl and cup to the middle of the table  and immediately a droid rolled by and took the used dishes away.

“There was no one there my lady. I called and called but I got no answer so I came back here.” The 2nd IC frowns as a light on his helmet caught his eye. “One moment.” The man checks his vambrace. “My lady…the Mand’alor’s attendants and the Mand’alor’s son was attacked!”

All three who were seated sprang to their feet. “Attacked?! The imps?” Aylith was glad she got some warm food in her before this new ‘issue’ happened.

“No my lady.” The 2nd IC’s expression made the other Mando’ade worried.

“By who?”

“You won’t believe it….”

“Who attacked the kids?” She gapes in shock when the 2^nd IC showed her the message.

“It’s by…one of us!”

“Again?!” Aylith, the aide and the cook chorused.

-o0o-

“Governor? Sir…”

“Huh? What is it?” Gov. Wing jerks awake. When he opens his eyes his room is bright. His attendant helps him up. “Is it morning already? Oh my…” he grimaced as he gulps some water from the bedside table to relieve the dry throat; side effect of the medication. After the first gulp he takes smaller sips of water as he peers at the window.  “It doesn’t feel that way!” A long yawn was drawn from him, watered his eyes.

“No sir. I left you an hour ago.” Light further brightens the room from one of the nooks.  “Elder, there is a problem.”

“What is it?” The governor hisses in relief as he rubs his itchy and dry eyes a little vigorously until it became a little sore.

“Elder Ydela wants me to tell you Yuno is in her care.” The boy hands the old man a cloth.

“Yuno….” The elder pats the cool damp cloth to clean up his eyes and face and to help wake him up. “Yuno? Why?”

“It seems there was a situation.”

“What kind?” The elder waves the question away. “No. Never mind. Was Yuno hurt?”

“Yes. It seems so.”

The old man made a gesture with his hands, “Dear mother, how badly?”

“We don’t know yet, elder. The Mandalorian who took him to the healer said he’s been attacked.”

“Merciful mother!” The entire comforter slides off to the other side;  the elder almost bounded out of bed. Shuffling in his house slippers he takes his official robe from the peg on the wall. “Thank goodness master Djarin was there!”

“No sir, it was another Mandalorian.” The boy smooth back the bed sheet he picked up from the floor.

The elder trundles around, his official robe heavy in his hands, “So…where was master Djarin?”

“Yuno didn’t know.” The boy got concerned at the look on the elder’s face. “Are you alright, sir?”

Gov. Araun Wing takes a moment.  The medication is still strong in his system and it’s trying to pull him into sleep. “Yes…yes.”

“Elder, there were so many problems since the other Mandalorians arrived. I heard master Djarin is wanted by the imperials. We’re in danger if they know he’s here.”

“Where did you hear that?” the elder sleepily squints at the boy.

“It’s true, isn’t it?” The teen helps his senior change from his night shirt to his outer shirt crossing the fabric over each other and securing it with a belt.  The old man declines the pants; what he has on is much warmer for the colder temperature at this time of the night.

“Yes, it is true but he has done a lot of help for us. He trains our people.” Gov. Wing sits back I bed lifts one foot while the attendant kneels to put his socks and shoes on and lace them up.  When done, he clips his official robe on his way to the door.

“His leader does that not him.” The senior attendant goes around the room putting clothes up the pegs, wiping the side table. “Master Djarin isn’t doing anything important these days.”

“No! I would have died in my old house if he didn’t help me transfer here!”

“I was there; it was the witch who noticed it, elder, not master Djarin.”

The elder tensed and slowly turns around at his attendant’s words, eyes wide. 

-o0o-

“Hey, let’s stop for a second, kid.” Din lays his hand on the clear dome. Din Djarin’s day has gone to hell and it is still not over yet. As he and Grogu heads for Din’s old cottage he wanted to halt the spiral of events. He needs to take a break for a moment, to grab the controls again for him and his son too.  Din drops on the third step with a groan and the pressure on his back and legs shift immeasurably. He flexes his arms, shoulders and neck easing the tension, get the blood flowing better. He felt loose after that. ‘Are you okay? Tell me the truth.’

Grogu whines softly as he looks up at the sky, curved nails click on the flat screen of his control pad, ‘I was scared…’

‘Of him?’ Din remembers how he felt good when he caught his first bounty but his son is not showing any kind of elation whatsoever. Instead the boy looks miserable. And angry. When the boy stated his claim on the bounty he used that firm and decisive voice. It’s Grogu’s angry voice.

‘I didn’t know if I should use my powers.’ Grogu didn’t even look at his first bounty.

‘But you used it to defend your friends. You stopped him.’

‘I didn’t stop him when Yuno fell…’  

Din grits his teeth when the boy whines and his broad ears fell all the way down his shoulders. He glares at the bounty whose eyes met him with defiance; it made Din’s blood boil.  'You were shocked, kid.' Din puts his hand on the side of the dome. ‘Why didn’t you do anything?’

‘He’s a Mandalorian, father…’

Din snorts, ‘I doubt it but we’ll see. What is it?’  As Grogu lapses into a deeper state of sadness Din Djarin made a  promise to give pain to that captive in more ways than one, Mandalorian or not.

‘I lost many friends before.’ Grogu whispers in a dejected voice.

Shit. He rubs the dome as if he’s rubbing Grogu’s fragile head. ‘Where were you when it…happened?’

‘In my room.’

‘You weren’t in class?’

‘No, I was punished…I wasn’t listening.’

‘I see.’ Din lets out a deep breath. So this is Grogu’s thing since way before; he noticed that the kid seemed to be in another world of his own too.

Din Djarin didn’t want to be the typical Mandalorian parent but he turned into one.  He had to see Grogu’s lessons with Ahsoka - covertly. In training the kid would pay attention for a time then lapse into thoughtful contemplation so Ahsoka would call a snack break.  Din approves of Ahsoka’s lessons; she takes it easy on the kid if the exercise is hard. They take a snack break so Grogu could absorb the lesson. But, if she knows he could do it then she would extend the class a little longer.

From a compartment in his pod Grogu took out a small fabric bag.  Din recognizes it and nods, relieved to see his boy bouncing back from the blues, so to speak. But he’s still gonna use extreme prejudice to that son of a bitch nevertheless.

‘Hungry. We eat.’  The boy cracks the dome open before grabbing two handfuls of dried fruits for his father. This is what he loves about his buir; he has these yummy treats he likes to surprise him with. Buir gave it to him this morning when Grogu thought they were supposed to ride in the Mantis.  

‘Can I have some water first?’ Din taps the bottom corner of the dome; from the left panel the kid hands Din a sipper which he slips under his helmet. The sipper and straw are connected to a hose, attached all the way down to the bottom of the copper bottle which can be removed, cleaned and refilled from an access slot behind the pod. This brilliant idea was from Jem, Grogu told him. ‘Thanks kid.’ The cool water was so refreshing. He was parched. He couldn’t remember the last time he drank water or had some food.   Ah, that’s not true. He shared some instant meal with Kalon after they took a shower at the Mantis.

That was the first time he ate and drank with another person without his buy’ce. The other night he drank some cold water in front of Luke Skywalker.  It wasn’t as bad an experience as Din thought it would be. He had been trying to get himself comfortable without the helmet. So far the experience was not extreme nor shocking so unlike from what he imagined.

‘So, how did you get out of there?’ Din slips the small pieces of sweets under the helmet. The dried fruit resembles a kind of plum; it’s still a little soft and juicy and there’s a subtle aroma of fruit with flowery undertones that he liked. Din was grateful Grogu shared some of the dried fruit with him. This is what he loves about this boy.

‘My master took me from my room.’

‘Mace Windu?’

Grogu froze mid-bite, jaw to the floor. ‘Yes! How did you know? Buir, did you meet him?’

‘Well,’ Din clears his throat; he remembers how Kraigr Laguard, the man who rescued him, used his deep but somber voice to deliver the bad tidings to him. ‘not exactly. Umm, I got bad news kid. He passed away.’

‘How?’ Grogu whimpers and whines his grief. The boy starts to restlessly squeeze the uneaten fruit in his hand.

Din was sorry the boy lost interest in the food after the news about his Jedi master. “I don’t know but he told me I must develop my abilities to protect you. Don’t waste your food, kid.” Din nods in approval when the boy ate it. The boy didn’t forget what he taught him, at least.

That rule of not wasting food was made during the time they were being chased by some imperial remnants. The bloody imps were patrolling one hundred parsecs wide in all directions. Greef Karga must have alerted the remnants after he lit out of Nevarro with Grogu. 

They found a sufficient place but they cannot move from their hideout inside one of millions of planetoid-sized asteroids. As long as they’re in the rock the metal residue acts like a damper for the Razor Crest’s signature. 

Din and Grogu were on their way to one of the places where they can resupply; their food supply was running quite low in Din’s estimation. Now that he has a child in his care food and water are high priorities from now on. As soon as an imperial squadron passed by he did an EVA to explore the planetoid in case he could hunt some fresh meat to stretch their food supply.

If he was alone he’d get by with some instant food and snacks. If that runs out and if the supply area was still a distance away Din could hold out as long as there’s water. Water’s not a problem on Razor Crest but his new ward needs a good supply of food. Besides, they all get cranky when hungry and Din cannot risk the imps to pick up Grogu’s tantrum.

Unfortunately, after he explored every inch of their hiding place the planetoid is bereft of any source of food.

Din has another problem; Grogu didn’t like some of the food they have. He would leave it on the plate uneaten so Din had to be creative to find a way to slip in the veggies in Grogu’s food and hope for the best.

Meal time came and Din was holding his breath as Grogu have some soup. Will Grogu notice? Will he reject it? When Grogu paused after he took his first sip Din held his breath.  The boy seemed to like it! No. Not only did the boy like the soup but he even finished all of it! His plan worked! He ground up the freeze dried root vegetable and added it to the soup. Din gave himself a pat on the shoulders; that meant the food supply could hold out for at least five days but not more than that.

‘Buir, how did he tell you that?’

‘In my dream.’ Din finished the last two slices of fruit.  ‘He talked about how he cares for you.’

‘He said I’m always thinking.’ Said Grogu after the boy sips some water.

‘So, what do you think about?’ Din chuckles at Grogu’s loud burp; it sounds like he stomped on a frog.

‘Making statues in mud.’

‘Clay.’

‘Clay.’ Grogu repeats the word with a coo. ‘Buir?’

‘Yes?’ Din always has that huskiness in his voice whenever Grogu calls him father in standard or buir in Mando’a. At times he hears another word, Din assumes, in Grogu’s native language that he calls him before he talks to him. It makes him so freaking happy.

‘Yours was left behind.’

‘Too bad.’ Din whispers in awe. ‘Hey, I wanna see you make one.’

‘There’s no clay here.’ The boy made a sound of regret and then had that faraway look again. He’s thinking. Din has been caring for Grogu for a long time now and he’s gotten himself familiar with the boy’s personality. Grogu gasps when a light flickers inside the house. ‘Buir, he’s awake!’

-o0o-

GUEST HOUSE COMPOUND-

“What the fuck are you doing?” Sounding bored and churlish, the man in black pauldron lifts his head from his bed on the bench and back down again.

“I’m imagining.” The man in red helmet looks at his hand, “I turn the  palm out, thrusts the  hand out the way the Mand’alor did it …”

Man in black pauldron rolls his eyes. “Of what? Pushing people?” Too bad the others couldn’t see it.

“Yes! I wonder how that would feel?”

“Man, you don’t cut it.”

“Whaddya mean I don’t cut it?!”

“You look stupid doing that. Hell no!” Man in green winces at man in red helmet made some awful sound effects. “Man! Cut that out!”

“Uh, the power the Mand’alor use is called the Force, right?” Undeterred man in red helmet grins at the others.

“Yeah, I think that’s what’s it’s called.” Cabur Skirata nods, yawning. Every now and then he would glance at the cottage where the Mand’alor seemed to be talking to his son. Strange, the Mandalorian from clan Skirata clicks the volume control of his helmet, I couldn’t hear any voices. How are they talking? Shit. More abilities?

“Yeah, must be great to have that power. To be invincible!” The man sits up straight from his slouch on the bench.

“The Jedi do not use their abilities that way.” Skirata warily looks behind him when an owl hoots; it’s perched on a branch, ruffling its feathers.

“Shame. They could’ve conquered the galaxy and defeated the Imps.” Man in green said languidly.

“Yeah, that would’ve been great, right? They have all that power. Look at the Mand’alor; he took out, what, twenty-five people? And….! No one could even take him down!” Man in red is still hyper about what happened at the cruiser.

“I’ll stop you there. They’ll be court martialed that’s for sure.” Skirata shakes his head. “Let’s hope he’s not the ‘executing’ type.” He slashes his finger on his carotid.

“Yeah, it was insane! He was just waving them off like crumbs! I…I can’t wrap my head around it! If I had power like that all my enemies would be dead!” Man in red helmet shoves his hand in front again. “Zheeyng!!!!”

“Sheesh! Listen to you!” Man in black pauldron shakes his head and makes a sound of annoyance then murmured incomprehensible words directed to red helmet guy.

“Hm, Jedi have a name for people who are controlled by power. I forgot. Starts with the letter ‘S’ or something. Like I said, the Jedi are a peaceful lot.” Skirata looks back at the owl again suspiciously and it glares back at him. Creepy, the man shudders.

“Yeah, they worked as a team with the Mand’alor.” Man in green unbroken line on his cuirass nods his observation.

“It was an unfair fight so they helped him. I…” Skirata put his helmet back on again. He doesn’t trust birds; they might shit on his hair.

“What unfair fight? The Mand’alor was slaying it!” Man in red helmet resumes his sound effects.

“I think I’d like to be zapped right now.”  Man in black pauldron groans as if in pain…from the horrible sounds.

“I learned Jedi don’t like people being oppressed or abused.” The three men gape and nod at Cabur Skirata’s words.

“Do you think the Mand’alor like them more than us?” The man in red helmet leans forward.

“Hey! Put your helmet on! Something’s happening!” Man in black pauldron sits up suddenly, waving his hand at them.

“What?” asks the man in red helmet.

“Listen!”

-o0o-

“Zuni,” the elder turns to his surly senior attendant. “Thank you for pointing these out but I’m aware of what’s been happening. Do not worry yourself about these things!” The old man shrugs.

“But…”  The boy was about to say more but he was stopped with a raised hand from his elder.

“Master Djarin came back to Calodan to take a break from bounty hunting but when those mercenaries came back he put his life in danger for us again.  He almost died! Remember that? It was just a few days ago! He and mistress Ahsoka fought those mercenaries…two against fifty!” As he becomes more emotional, Gov. Wing shuffles around the living room gesturing empathically with his hands. “He almost lost his life! Defending us!” The elder hitched his shoulders up; a soft cough became two and more followed. Worried that the elder might get sick because of him, the attendant quickly takes a step but he was waved away. “The man is a king, do you remember? What does that mean? That is a kind of job that is many times more perilous and serious than my job or anyone’s job here! I cannot even fathom how complicated that is! Can you imagine leading and maintaining peace between the many clans of people with dangerous skills? More than that, his son is in danger from the imperials. If the imperials find them that means he and the boy might suddenly leave! Mistress Ahsoka too! What will we do when they go? I’m worried Zuni. Do you know why? Because we are vulnerable! We don’t know how to fight! We are not warriors like the Jedi and the Mandalorians! We are farmers and herbalists and cultivators and apothecaries…that’s who we are!” The elder punctuates his words with gestures of his hands; pointing, waving, slapping his hand over the other. “That’s why that woman Elsbeth enslaved us!” The elder took a deep breath as he finally stops at the door again. “My point is…master Djarin made sure that our people are being trained by the very best people in his tribe.” The elder took a deep breath. “Yes Zuni, it is not a perfect arrangement but we are thankful that the Mandalorian came when we needed him.” The old man waves his attendant over to the door. “Now we must hurry to Ydela’s house. Let’s go!” The governor pulled the door open a little strongly.

-o0o-

“Good evening, governor.” Standing beside Grogu’s pod below the veranda steps, Din feels like he was 16 years old before his buir waiting to be dressed down after he broke a rule or something.

“Master Din!” The governor seems to be glad to see Din which drops the stress element very low.

“Governor, Yuno and Jem have been taken to elder Ydela. They were involved in an attack along with my son almost an hour ago.”

“Yes, I was just told about it. Come up for a moment and tell me what happened.” The elder has a smile as father and son goes up to the porch Grogu opens up his dome. “Are you okay Grogu?” the elder took his hand, and smiles at the boy’s coo.

“Elder…” The attendant frowns.

Gov. Wing rolls his eyes at his attendant, “Go back to elder Ydela, Zuni. Whatever the boys need get it for them.”

“Grogu says they haven’t had supper, elder.” Din says after having a quick talk with Grogu.

“Heavens! Zuni, wake the kitchen master! Tell him to bring food for the boys!”

“Yes, elder.”

“Wait!” the elder stops his attendant. “Grogu, what do you want to eat?”

“Well,” Din shrugs after a quick talk with the kid, “he says raw eggs if you have them.”

“There! Bring out half a dozen from the kitchen! Go!” The elder gave the unhappy teen a warning look. With feet dragging the teen disappears inside the house. The elder winces as there are noisy clattering in the small kitchen, “He’s still sleepy.” The older man shrugs. When the churlish boy came back he placed two bowls on the low table between Din and the elder; one with 6 black eggs and a smaller bowl. The boy also hands him a cup of water too, “Thank you. Now take care of the two boys at Ydela. We’ll be fine here.”

“One moment.  Son, would you tell Yuno and Jem I will be there as soon as I finish my report to the governor?  Thank you.” Din wishes he could give the boy a smile to lessen the awkwardness.

The younger man seemed to have lost his surliness; he nods back then took quick steps down the veranda and out of the compound.

“So master Din, what happened?” the elder leans back in the chair.

-o0o-

“Hey, who the fuck is this asshole? Is he one of us?” The man in red helmet begins paying attention to Grogu’s bounty.

“Hell, maybe he’s an impostor.” Man in green drawls.  

“How do we find out? Draw on him?” Chuckling darkly, man in red helmet swaggers in front of the captive and starts twirling his blade threateningly at the captive’s face.

“Hands off!” Cabur Skirata points at red helmet man. “He’s not your bounty.”

“Man!” Man in red threw up his hands. “I wanna…”

“Nope! The bounty guild will penalize you or…the kid would fry you,” Cabur shrugs.  “or his dad. Choose carefully.”

“Believe me, man, it hurts but…yeah,” the man in green points to his shoulder. “go ahead and try!”

“Dank Farrik! Damn! Hey, spar with me!” Glad to have something to do, man in black pauldron also stands up, he was bored at the lack of action anyway. He took his vibro blade out and starts fencing with red helmet man, knives pinging and screeching.

“Why the fuck did he hurt those kids, man? That’s sick!” Man in red backs away before he touches the bounty. He almost forgot the warning.

“The kid muzzled him, I think.” Cabur Skirata stretches his arms behind the bench. The veteran leans back after he caught a glimpse of the Mand’alor and the old man in the veranda.

“What the…?” Man in red stands with mouth open, “How many skills does that kid have?”

“As far as I know if they have powers they don’t usually have one.” Skirata says. “Some you see, some you don’t.”

“You don’t see? What the fuck does that mean?” Black helmet man goes back to the bench. He wants to conserve his energy until there’s another action.

“Look at the Mand’alor. He’s talking to his son. Do you hear anything?” Cabur chuckles when the men click their audio devices on.

“What? I don’t hear…wait, he laughed.” Man in green cuirass peers intently at the father and son at the veranda. Even if he has no special abilities it’s obvious to see the Mand’alor seemed tired. That insight made him relate to the man more. He's still a man but with special skills.

“Are they talking?” Man in black pauldron move his helmet hoping to catch any sound.

“He’s nodding, pointing but….man!” Man in red helmet shrugs.

“Whoa!” Man in green cuirass faces Skirata. “They look like they’re talking but they’re…shit, you mean?” he points to his head.

“Yep. Mind talking.” Cabur he sees the Mand’alor rub the dome as if to comfort or console the little one. That’s good. At the woods he liked the way the Mand’alor talked and interacted with the child.

“Damn! So that goes for the Mand’alor too?”

“Yep.” Din Djarin. Skirata never heard of that name before though he has heard of an obscure and mysterious group called the Children of the Watch. Yes, he’s one of them. Unlike the rest of the Mando’ade who would take off their helmets to get some fresh air or to just look at people with their own eyes Din Djarin never took off his helmet since they saw him. And of course when Skirata went planet-side the first time he saw one of Din Djarin’s people; the one with the golden helmet. Shit! The veteran had a sudden disturbing thought. No way! No one’s gonna make ME wear my buy’ce permanently! No fucking way!

-o0o-

“Lady Ahsoka, it’s someone on a jetpack.” Luke steps away from the DX-9 ramp when he heard the familiar whine of the Rising Phoenix. Ahsoka and Luke saw someone on a jet pack fly out of the woods.  They thought Din would be around after they landed the DX-9 alongside the Mantis.

“No, that’s not Din.”

“I agree. Din is shiny.”

Ahsoka snorts at Luke’s words; she jerks her head towards the fort.  “That’s one way to put it.”

“Where are they?” Luke gawks and laughs in excitement at a herd of long-legged Kuza as they pass by. The Jedi has a big smile as he gazes up at the towering giants as their every stride shakes Luke where he stands. “Fascinating!” After satisfying his captivation with the animals Luke goes to where his other colleague is.

“Something happened here.” Ahsoka stands right outside the ramp, framed by the bright lights.

 “Yes, something terrible. Do you sense it, lady Ahsoka?”

As Luke stretches out a hand in the air like her Ahsoka agreed with a nod; she sensed darkness in the air. “Let’s look around. We need to hurry the aura is dissipating quickly.”

“Yes, this feels more serious than what it is.” Luke takes deep breaths. “Where do we start?”

“Let’s split up. Go where it takes you.”

-o0o-

“Goodness master Din, there’s no need to carry me around! I can walk!” The elder sighs as they once more traverse the streets of Calodan. It’s quiet, the air is cool, and the street is deserted. It’s very rare for Gov. Wing to step outside at this time of the night. The lamps were turned down low with less people around. The people who are awake would be the people patrolling the wall.

“The less time you’re exposed to cold air the better.”

“Master Din, I neglected to thank you and mistress Kalon for the seeds! My cough’s getting…what is that?” The sound of heavy feet and spurs sidelines his thoughts. He leans around Din Djarin’s shoulder to see and  jaw drops at the four soldiers following them. “Who are they?”

“Mandalorians, governor,” Din quickly interjects.  “I found Yuno and Jem with their help.”

“Really? Thank you!” The governor gave the men a smart nod. “Master Din…”

“Elder.” Here it goes.

“What really happened to the boys?” The elder waited patiently as the man finds the words. In another corner they’ll reach Ydela’s garden and hut.

“The man tried to force himself inside the Mantis. Yuno fought him off and fell from the stairs.” It’s impossible to deliver the ‘cleaned’ version of the story to spare the elder’s heart but the elder’s concern for the people in his community is genuine.

“Holy mother…” The governor clears his throat. The Mandalorian went quiet but Gov. Wing could see the subtle ‘tells’, “what else?”

-o0o-

Ahsoka’s smooth brow rose. ”Wow. Look at you, Din!” the Togruta murmured as she leaves the room. She still looks amused after the door hissed shut. Her aura sweep didn’t finish when she felt what lingering event happened inside the room then the Jedi starts chuckling. Well now!  How quickly things could change. Ahsoka was right; what Din needs someone who could challenge and keep him on his toes. She knew that there’s something up with those two. Ahsoka grins wide. She’s very happy for Din and for Grogu.

However Din and Kalon settled their problem as long as it’s mutual and peaceable and in this case, passionate, then it’s the only result Ahsoka wants for her padawan. Now all can focus on priorities; Grogu to her lessons, Din to his training with Luke Skywalker and though he hates it, to his Te al’ori’ramikade duties.

As Ahsoka climbs the stairs back to the bridge she sees the effort Yuno made. The attendant tried to make the ship a home. The D5-Mantis is a deep space patrol craft which is also a weapon where every inch of area is dedicated for a specific purpose and function.

The portal hissed open to the bridge and of Yuno’s small attempts to ‘soften’ the ship. The attendant placed some chairs and a small table a few feet behind the multi-dimensional navigation console. The dinner has been set. With a sad sigh Ahsoka touched one of the bowls. It’s now cold.

“What have you got?” Her brows rose once more as the Jedi from Tattoine is examining something closely-the disassembled parts of something small or whatever that is.

“Something I found hidden in one these food boxes. Well tucked in the vegetables.”

“Doesn’t look edible.” Ahsoka recognizes the typical Mandalorian food box on the table. Mandalorian kids get a better share of food, better meat slices, better quality of fruits and vegetables and they do get spoiled with some treats too.

“Concealed, time release,” The Jedi from Tattoine floats the only foreign object he pried apart with the Force. In the middle of the broken pieces is a tiny object smaller than a grain of rice, “and extremely toxic.” 

“Toxic…”

“Death would take about ten minutes.” Luke removes the fragments of its casing; they fell on the table.

“Det baka! Another assassination attempt.”

-o0o-

 

Chapter 44: A CLASH OF TWO WORLDS

Summary:

While helping Grogu find a Jedi, an accident on Tython turned Din Djarin to a Force sensitive. Caught at a crossroads, he went back to Calodan to become the padawan of Ahsoka Tano but…Din’s other life has caught up with him.
~(o.o)~
A/N: I love the story of Din Djarin and Grogu. Also I am writing this because of the force of my inspiration Pedro Pascal and not for monetary gain. I have spoken. This is the way!
1 : Yuno, Din's attendant would look like kid on the side of the road from Season 2 Episode 15-The Believer.
2: On Pinterest see Din Djarin’s cute cottage in Calodan under the name Acer Wolfe at Silver Moon Inuyoukai board. You can also see the picture of the Mantis, Din’s new vehicle.
3 : Pulse - A pulse is the edible seed from a legume plant. Pulses include beans, lentils, and peas.

PADAWAN

CHAPTER 44

A CLASH OF TWO WORLDS

Master the ability to command respect and you’ll never have to demand it.

MANDALORIAN CRUISER-

1st chair Aylith Hyru, councilwoman of Mandalore steps into the room. Outside, the 2nd IC, the aide and the cook look on as the doors hissed shut behind her. They agreed to wait until she finished her report to the council. This would not be a good one.

In the midst of the tense silence they contemplate if their presence on Calodan was a big mistake and what were the consequences of that decision. One by one they begin to pace along the corridor.

The councilwoman was there for about an hour in galactic standard time when they hear the hiss of the opening portal. The three men run back, eager to know the result. Upon seeing her emerge, the aide was concerned at the way his superior stands by the door.

“Ka'ara dala? What happened? What did they say?”

“Did they know who did it?” The  2^nd IC exchange glances with the former.

Aylith looks fatigued when she takes off her helmet. “They have no intel who did it.”

“How come?” Cook asks. “If they don’t who else would have it?”

“How do we find out?” the aide walks in short paces, a little worried.

“So what do we do?” The 2^nd IC trades looks at the cook and the aide at the councilwoman’s pensiveness.

“I have to talk to the Mand’alor and explain…” Aylith had to take deep breaths before she could speak. How did I have an abrupt change of feelings about this duty?  “Damn it.”

“Let me go with you, my lady.” The 2^nd IC offered politely-she looked worried and her face has a pinched look to it.

“No. Thank you but it’s my job.  I can do this.” Liar. She does not look forward to seeing Din Djarin again. She’s very disappointed she let her emotions get to her. Why he of all people? Was it the voice, the awesome armor, the softness he exudes when he’s with his foundling…?

“You look…pardon me…hesitant.” The 2^nd IC thinks Aylith’s words do not have the kind of certitude to it and she looks kind of pissed as well.

“Commander, there is no easy way to tell Din Djarin someone tried to kill his son-by one of us. Again!”  Aylith closes her eyes; she’s drained. She leans to the wall on her side to get a little rest but the  pauldron edge dig against the muscle of her upper arm. Even her own armor feels heavy and confining she sighs as she leaves the wall. “I have no answer as to the who and the why.”

“Ka'ara dala, how is he? I mean as a person?” The aide frowns as he finds it strange why Aylith’s hand goes up to her neck. She looks scared.

“As to be expected of someone who acquired the dark saber by accident.”

“He’s not into it?” The aide could tell his superior is stalling for some reason when the councilwoman suddenly found something interesting on her vambrace. 

 “He’s trying. Hard.”

“Well, he’s stuck with it.” The 2^nd IC quips. ”Besides, no one has any chance in hell of wrestling that dark saber away from him.”

“Oh, yeah!” The aide snapped his fingers. “It’s his abilities, right? I didn’t think about that!”

“So you mean, he could be Mand’alor forever?” the burly cook’s curly hair bobs in his excitement.

“Is he a Jedi?” The aide only got shrugs of uncertainty from the 2^nd IC and the cook.

“He’s not a Jedi-just someone who is force sensitive. A Jedi was trained and inducted by a Jedi Knight.”

“But will he become a Jedi in the future?” The cook crosses his beefy arms-he sounds impressed at the councilwoman’s information. “It would be awesome to have a Jedi-Mand’alor right?”

“The Jedi Order fell a long time ago, so, no.” The cook shrugs his disappointment at Aylith’s answer.

“Our mission has not gone well; pardon me for saying, ka'ara dala.” The 2nd IC shakes his head gloomily.

“Don’t beat yourself up, commander. I’ve not done anything much myself. I promised I’d solve the death of Bo Katan.” Aylith sighs when the men tensed at the name.

“Shit happens. Well, we sure made a great impression to the Mand’alor.” The aide grimaced.

When the 2nd IC took off his helmet they saw a man with worried blue eyes. He shows his own frustration as he scratches his buzz cut, “I haven’t found that man the Mand’alor is looking for either. That is now three failures on our part. Oh boy.”

“Man? What man?” The cook queries in surprise.

“The moron who recorded the Mand’alor and his lady friend…ehrm,” the 2^nd IC coughs in his hand, “…in a very passionate encounter.”

“Whoaaa…!” The cook and the aide couldn’t believe their ears.

“You didn’t know, huh? It’s gone around the gossip trail.” The 2^nd IC nods at his colleagues. “He was pissed, I tell you. Pissed enough to cause mayhem right up here.”

“Damn! I missed all the action!” The cook grins.

“So, who’s the lady? One of the locals?” Wiggling his bushy brows the aide leans on the wall.

“No way. They say it’s that witch who appeared.” The 2^nd IC raised his brow knowingly.

“Whoa! Really? The enchantress?” The cook gasps.

“Honestly, I didn’t think the Mand’alor and the witch would hook up.” The aide also scratches his longish head of hair. “On the planet I saw them confronting each other quite forcefully.”

“Oh! I heard about her! She’s hot they say! Is she really hot?” The aide grins at the cook’s rapid fire words.

“Oh, man!” The 2^nd IC closes his eyes, “Oh, she looks divine! Tall, willowy figure…” The cook and the aide hissed their appreciation of the 2^nd IC’s description. “Long pale hair, pale eyes, pale smooth skin with stunning tattoos all over her body. They look like silver flames…” The 2^nd IC runs his hands on his arms and face while the two other men groan in delight, their imagination running away from them.

“Oh yeah! Mand’alor has good taste!” the cook claps enthusiastically.

“And she’s fucking powerful too!”

“This is the way!” They exchange fist bumps.

“Stop it! Shut it!” Aylith’s snarl made the three men jump. “Stop talking about her!”

“Ka'ara dala!” The 2^nd IC almost followed their leader when she left in a huff but not before she threw sharp daggers at them, thankfully it’s figuratively, before she abruptly leaves back rigid, steps heavy.

The cook looks worried. “Hey! What did I say?”

“Dank Farrik! I knew it!”  The aide runs his hand over his short beard.

”You knew what?”

He winks at the cook and the 2^nd IC. “She got her beskar heart broken, boys.” The aide knocks on his own heart.  The chest plate made a hollow sound.

“You mean…? No way!” The 2^nd IC looks back but the councilwoman has already rounded up the corner. 

-o0o-

THE APOTHECARY’S HUT-

“Are you certain?” Baffled, elder Ydela takes Yuno’s hands and rubs her thumbs on the boy’s wrists.

“Yes elder.” Yuno looks at the elder with steady eyes.

“How? Rope burns don’t go away on their own…that fast…but…are my eyes bad?” Elder Ydela brings the boy’s wrists more closely to her one more time. “There’s no bruise even! How is this possible? what’s that smell?” her head reared back after she took a little sniff. The smell wasn’t bad but it’s not a scent she’s familiar with.

The confused healer goes to Jem next and inspected the younger boy.  “And you have a sprained ankle, right?” The boy gave her a nod.  “Does it hurt?” The boy shakes his head even when she pressed her fingers on the injured foot a little firmly. “No?” The finger she sticks in her hair to scratch her scalp bobs the untidy bun up and down at the elder’s total confusion. “I thought you two were hurt?” The elder only got shrugs from the two boys. The salt and pepper headed woman steps back with narrowed eyes at the two children. “Are you boys telling the truth?”

“Yes elder!” The boys chorused-their faces the image of innocence.

“Hmm…yes they say.” The old woman stands back and regards her two patients suspiciously. Something is not right; she murmurs under her breath as she pours her patients some drink, “Have some food. I will be back.” As soon as she puts the tray down on the table between them the boys grabs the food and stuff their faces with sandwiches filed with thin slices of sausage and vegetables.

Shaking her gray head the apothecary sweeps aside the curtain of her recovery room. It was actually her drying room. Every available space is filled with bunched twigs and cut plants hanging by strings from the ceiling in various stage of dehydration. Jars of every size and shape occupy the shelves filled with medicine and concoctions in different stages of process.  Good thing she was still up decanting more tea for Araun’s cough. He has to take the tea three days more. The steeped seeds only last three days and then it has to be thrown out. By that time the toxin should’ve been neutralized and Gov. Wing could drink the maintenance medicinal teas to further revive his health.

At the main room two men wait by the fireplace. Never has she entertained two strapping armor-clad warriors at the waiting area and at this time of the night too! Oh, to be young and beautiful again! “Where is the commander?” Ydela chose to direct her question to the tallest and oldest sounding man between the two. Handsome too!

“The commander?” Rud Kyr’bes, man in gray helmet exchange glances with man in yellow, Tebec Nari.

“Your king…your…uh…ah!” The elder scratches her head once more. “What do you call him again? Doesn’t matter. Master Djarin!”

“The Mand’alor?”

“Yes! Now I remember - the Mand’alor! Where is he?” Arms akimbo, the elder looks up at the tall warrior in gray armor.

“He must report to the governor first then he comes here.”

“When? What time? I have a lot of questions for your Mand’alor.”

“Healer, that is all I’m instructed to…” Rud Kyr’bes turns his attention to his younger colleague who whistles for his attention.

“Hey! Hey! Someone’s coming! More than one!” Tebec hissed as the younger warrior run to the portal. He quickly positioned himself by the door, aiming his crossbow out at a group of people marching on the street towards the elder’s house.  

-o0o-

“Get the fuck out!”

Something went shrieking out of the stateroom. The poor hapless and unfortunate mouse droid was just doing its rounds when it found itself at the receiving end of a steel toed boot. It went airborne that seems like forever (but it was just 3 seconds in real time).  It hit the opposite wall with a whimper. As soon as it fell with a clunk the droid engages its distress signal to others of its kind; its wheels whirring futilely at the smooth floor.

Breathing hard, Aylith leans against the door feeling bad for the droid struggling to put itself upright. The machine stops moving when the boots walks towards it; that’s all it sees from this level. Aylith kneels down to the droid with a sigh. She had a trying day today but there’s no excuse to be mean even if its just a droid. “There you go, buddy. I’m grumpy at this time so don’t come here late. Off you go.” As soon as its wheels are all on the floor the machine zoomed off like a bat out of hell. “Bye!”

Oh fucking hell! Her outburst outside the communication room was just…! She cringed as she rubs her cheeks off of the heat. To have a meltdown right in front of the troops! Those three idiots would put one and one together and come up with ten and if others had witnessed her outburst she would know by tomorrow.

The stateroom is a separate area reserved for heads of state or VIP’s so there aren’t people walking by or popping up unexpectedly. No one would see her eyes reddening as heat pools behind her eyes. No one would see the blush on her cheeks. A passerby wouldn’t wonder what’s wrong with her or why she’s acting that way so if she rushed back inside the stateroom and smashed that lock button so fast before the tears fell.

It’s not as if she has high hopes of having a chance with Din Djarin. Just a little hope perhaps because his number one focus is his son and to keep the two of them alive and far from the Imps. She loves that about him; strong, protective and skilled in the art of survival. Let’s not forget deadly. Aylith’s breath comes in shallow and fast as the memory of those infrared recording floods her mind. The heat came back on Aylith’s chest, cheeks and the back of her neck. The images made her knees weak. And…from the recording he’s physically blessed as well. It’s what she wanted in a man.

Din Djarin is perfect. Perfect for Aylith Hyru.

Things were doing well; she was getting close to Din and Grogu. He was not in a relationship with the Togruta and the armorer, Din’s leader and immediate family, informed her he isn’t in a committed relationship so that means she could approach him and properly declare her desire to have a relationship with him. What a relief!

Early this morning when Din Djarin asked her to come down to Calodan Aylith was planning to do that but then Kalon of Dathomir enters the scene. One doesn’t have to be a Force sensitive to see how those two were drawn to each other although Din was pretending to be unaffected by her. The whole day Aylith has been feeling as if her soul is being sliced into pieces.

The final nail on the coffin of her heart was when Din Djarin introduced Kalon of Dathomir as his newly minted riduur.

There. That tiny smidgen of chance she has got blown away by blaster fire.  

“I hate you. I hate you.”

-o0o-

“Is that the Mand’alor? It’s him! The Mand’alor’s back…hey! Lower your weapon!” Rud Kyr’bes grabs Tebec’s crossbow and lowers it quickly.

“Hey! Come back…!” Tebec grabs air at someone who streaked by him.

“Master! Grogu!” Laughing, Yuno and Jem run to Din with big smiles on their faces.

Walking crisp and smart, back rigid Rud Kyr’bes stops with a foot stomp before Din. “Mand’alor, we have brought the children as ordered. They have been checked by the elder.” The man in yellow armor follows closely behind.

“Well done and thank you.” Din turns to the reunited boys. Grogu sounds much happier after he sees Yuno and Jem who are in a huddle around Grogu’s pod. Like any children, they seemed to have forgotten their scrapes lost in the joy of seeing each other again.

“Put me down, master Djarin.” The governor pats the warrior, chuckling. “All that carrying is not good for your back.”

After Din lets the governor on his feet his back sighs in relief. No more carrying elderly governors from now on. “What are you all doing out here? Get back in the house, boys! It’s cold.” Though Din’s voice sounds gruff it hides his immense happiness to see the boys were okay as the two turn to him arms outstretched and gave him a tight hug. The Calodan boys chuckle when he gives their heads a vigorous rub.

“Master.” Yuno hurriedly waves for the Mandalorian to lean down, “Elder Ydela’s house stinks!” the warriors behind them snicker at the whisper.

“He’s right.” Gov. Wing joined in the laughter.  “It’s where she makes medicine.”

A scream pierced the air. The all turned as one-it was Jem.

The boy looks up,  notices the floating man, he came back running. “Master! It’s him!” Jem tugs Din’s hand while pointing at the captive. “That’s him! That’s him!”

“Master…!” Yuno also took Din’s other hand in his very tightly.  The teen starts to shake again as he sidles closer seeking comfort in the strength of Din Djarin. “That’s the intruder!”

“Stay strong, Yuno. He will not hurt you anymore.” Din pats the boy’s shoulder while he tries to control his anger. “I promise.” Grogu turns to his father and his nod is crisp and resolute.

“He pushed Yuno from the stairs!” Jem yells in anger.

“Out of the mouth of the innocent the felon is revealed.” The quote from red helmet man got surprised looks from everyone. “What? I do read too!”

“No Grogu! I will say it!” Jem empathically stomps his foot. Grogu is now making angry noises too.  “Master has to know!”

Yuno peeks out from his master’s back and left his side; eyes bright and curious. “Hey, what is it, guys?” 

“What are they doing, sir?” Kyr’bes quietly asks as Yuno walks closer to his two friends.

“Arguing.” Din jerks his head to the two youngest members of his small team. Din is glad of the Yuno’s quick recovery as he joins his friends, “I’ve seen this before-Jem and Grogu has a ‘debate’ and Jem relays the message to Yuno so he could understand what’s going on.”

“Mind talking?” Tebec tries to eavesdrop while Jem and Grogu are still having an argument.

“Does the Calodan boy have some ability, sir?” Kyr’bes went wide-eyed at Din’s nod.

“He hears what Grogu’s saying. A moment,” Din slowly walks to the children where Jem looks adamant, breathing hard. “Boys, what do you want to tell me?”

Jem steps forward as if making a report, “So Grogu didn’t want to tell you what happened to him…because you might get very angry…”

“With whom?”  Jem points to the bounty. Din grits his teeth. He knew something’s off with the kid: the avoidance to look at the man. “What did he do to Grogu?” 

Grogu whimpers when Din talks slow and deep. Buir has been controlling his emotion but  Grogu doesn’t know the extent of that limit. He was told by his master that if someone who is force sensitive falls into an extreme form of emotion such as rage it might lead them to the path of the dark side. His master liked his easy-going and contemplative nature. Grogu didn’t understand the whole meaning of until he read the translation: it means his mind is always somewhere else and he couldn’t be bothered by anything.

Din made a warning rumble at Grogu when the kid tries to warn Jem. Grogu looks away, whining. “Boys, I could just read your minds or you could just tell me. What will it be?” Jem pouts, Grogu whines and Yuno starts scratching his back.

“Did he say that he…?” Tebec Nari says in a very low voice.

“Read...” Man in green was stumped. “What?”

“I didn’t know the Mand’alor can fucking read minds?!” Black pauldron man’s jaw had fallen down to the path.

 “Sheeeet! Is he reading me now?” Red helmet man hissed, looking at Din guardedly.

Cabur Skirata ‘shushed’ the men. “When we’re alone we can discuss what we all learned tonight.”

Jem defiantly turns to Grogu, “The master must know! Grogu was trying to stop him because he was doing this to me…” Jem puts his own hand over his nose and mouth. “I couldn’t breathe! Grogu used his power, the man fell down, I fall down but the man kicks the pod really hard! The pod goes that far…” Jem points at a tree about 5 meters away. “Grogu fell inside his pod hard…” The boy’s voice starts to wobble as he tells his story, “Then he drags the pod inside the ship and pushed me in there too then he locked us in.” The tears that pooled in Jem’s eyes streamed down when Din gathered the boy to his side. “I was scared! Grogu wasn’t moving. I can’t open the door. I was so glad when Grogu woke up. He used his power, we got out but we don’t know where to look for Yuno…!” the boy sobs.

“You’ve been very brave, Jem!” The governor steps forward to put an arm around the boy and helps Jem wipe the tears away. Yuno and Grogu huddle together with Din and Jem too. “You, Yuno and Grogu were a team!

“By the way, I found what you lost;” Din pulls something from his back. “I found it by the Mantis.”

“My spear! I thought I lost it! Thank you master!” All tears immediately stop, “Grogu, my spear’s back!” Jem showed his weapon to the equally happy Grogu.

“You should’ve stuck him with it. Right here.” Din showed the boy an area on his left side. “Remember that. Come on, back inside, guys. You’re all cold.” Din notices Rud Kyr’bes’ breath puffs in thin clouds when it got colder as the night deepens.  Din’s retinue troops inside the garden. Apart from the kids, they have to walk in single file for the path is a little narrow.  With a stab of nostalgia Din still remembers the small garden his mother cultivated when he was young. Like his mother’s garden there were many plots of plants of various kinds and varieties. Some were crawling up in trellises and pillars.

The path ended to a largish house where elder Ydela waits outside. “Master Djarin. Araun.”

“Ydela, isn’t it great the children look alright? I thought they were in bad shape…” The elder places a hand on Yuno’s head.

“Yes, I have to talk to the two of you.” the apothecary turns around leaving Din and Gov. Wing confounded.

Din politely motions the governor to go ahead of him.  “Let me just dismiss the men, governor.”

“Follow us when you’re done, master Djarin.” Thank goodness the Calodan boys didn’t protest as the governor guide them back inside the warm house.

‘I am very happy they are okay…’ Grogu’s worried crease on his forehead smoothed as Yuno and Jem enter the hut.

“The Force found Yuno in time.” Din got down to Grogu’s level. “From now on let’s stay together, kid. Just like before; you go where I go, alright?”

‘Yes, buir.’ Grogu agrees as he moves his vehicle forward.

“And…no more secrets. Agreed?” The boy trills and nods at him. Din goes to the ‘acting leader’ of the volunteers being the eldest of them all. “What do they call you?”

“I’m called Cabur Skirata, my…sir.”

“You and the men are done today. I can take it from here.”

The seven Mando’ade were totally surprised judging by their body language. “Are you sure, sir?” Helmet under his arm, Rud Kyr’bes steps forward.

“I’m sure. The elders and I have unfinished business.”  

“Will you need us tomorrow, sir?” Skirata nods but it is clear he wants to stay like the rest of the men.

“I’m not sure yet but I need a favor.”

“Tell us, sir.”

“Who can give me the councilwoman’s comlink frequency? I must talk to her and she should be aware of what’s happening here.”

“I have her comlink. She should’ve shared it with you....”

“I had it but something happened to the comlink record.”

“You should have it now.” Cabur Skirata sees Din Djarin check his own gauntlet and nod. “I couldn’t help but admire your armor, sir.”

“This is the masterwork of our armorer. You may talk to her if you want some work done.”

“I will, sir.” Skirata and the others look behind him at the footsteps at the path. “Your friends have arrived.” Skirata and the six men made way for the two Jedi. “We will leave you in good hands.”

“Your service was valuable to me, my son and my attendants.” Din gave them a bow. “This is the way.”

“This is the way!” The warriors nod in farewell as they go. They troop out of the garden talking quietly.

“You two look serious.” Din is glad to see Luke and Ahsoka. “I don’t like the looks of that. Whatever the hell that is.”

“It’s the reason for the seriousness.” Ahsoka nods at the object floating in Luke Skywalker’s hand.

“What is it?” Din is surprised that Ahsoka is somewhat shaken. Din never glimpsed this emotion from the former Jedi.

“It was disguised as a pulse - a bean. It’s quite deadly.” Luke glanced behind Din and Din turns to the captive behind Grogu.

“Where did you find it?” On the infrared the captive’s heartbeat begin to race.

“…in children’s food boxes.”

“What?” Din almost missed what Luke was saying.

“We found the boxes outside the Mantis.” Ahsoka frowns at the captive floating above her student. “What’s his motivation?” she mused, murmuring as she walks around the captive. The man follows her with his eyes.

“Lady Ahsoka and I were looking for you but instead we found the aftermath of a struggle.” Luke agrees with his Togruta colleague; is this from the Imperials or from another Mandalorian faction?

“Yeah, I’ve also thought about that but unlike a puzzle nothing connects.” At times Din feels like having telepathic ability is akin to holding a double-edged sword.

“What did he do?” Ahsoka crosses her arms, looking intently at her padawan’s bounty.

“He hurt Jem, Grogu and Yuno and took my attendant deep in the woods.”

Luke’s head jerks up, “Is the boy alright?”

“He wasn’t when I found him but after I gave him a dose of bacta…” After a second Din slaps a hand on his side. “Dank Farrik!”

“What is it?”

“Nothing.” Din was glad Ahsoka prefers to ask instead of reading his mind even though she perfectly knows he’s picking her head. Ahsoka is more amused at her former student’s antics. “I hope it’s not going to be serious. Here.” From one the many leather pockets on his belt he pulls out a small glass tube. Luke turns his gloved hand and released the deadly pill in the container. Din made sure it is capped firmly with the rubber stopper before he drops it back to the same pocket behind him. “This would have been a tragedy.”

“I can help you question that one, Din.” Luke and the three wielders of the Force turn to Grogu’s bounty.

“Both of you have done so much already.” Din looks at Ahsoka when she lays her hand on his shoulder.

“Come on, you need all the energy to take on elder Ydela.” Ahsoka chuckles at Din’s anxiousness. “The apothecary is formidable but easy to charm.” Togruta nods at the hut, ”We got this.”

“Pardon me. You’re not interrogating him without us, sir.”

The Force wielders turn around, “I thought you’ve all gone back up.” Din walks over to the six Mando’ade.

“We want answers too!” Man in black pauldron took a step forward.

“That mother fucker smeared everyone’s clan!” Man in red punches a fist in the air.

“Harming children is against the creed!” Rud Kyr’bes says. “I have three of my own.”

“He must answer to us!” Cabur Skirata also jabs a finger at Grogu’s bounty. “I wanna find out what that bastard has to say.”

“We will question him but not right now. The night is late and I need to focus on this issue with the elders…”

“Mand’alor…” Man in yellow points behind Din.

“Master Djarin,” When everyone turns the governor and the healer look serious as they walk to Din. “May we talk to you? Alone?”

Din looks back at the people behind him, especially the Mando’ade who stepped closer sensing something wrong. Equally Din has a bad feeling about this.  “Governor, it is alright. You can say it in front of the men.” Elder Ydela waved Yuno and Jem back inside the house.

“Did you use any artificial medicine on the boys?” The apothecary put a hand to her chest at Din’s nod. The elder looks dismayed.

“It’s called bacta.” The two elders were careful not to get close when Din held up the cylinder he took from his belt.

“What can it do?” Gov. Wing took the silver flask which holds about one hundred milligrams.

“Basically, it heals.”

“It can heal wounds quickly?”

“Yes. I was once severely wounded and this solution healed me in an hour.”

The elders seemed to be amazed but they’re still very skeptical. “What is it made of?”

“It’s much too technical to explain but I can send our baar’rur to bring you a file.”

“Oh, I met your healer, master Djarin; he almost healed one of our people who was wounded…” The apothecary scowls.

“Who? From what?”

“One of the coms officers. The rancor took a swipe at him, broke four of his ribs.”

“Muk? How is the man?”

“Alive, but in recovery. He’ll be fine.”

The governor holds his hands towards Din. “Master Djarin, if you were not aware we do not allow the use of any kind of artificial medicine.”

“But you let us use the meddroid on Din,” Ahsoka frowns. “…when he was injured.”

The governor nods, “You also noticed the meddroid was broken and had to be repaired first.”

“The people took sticks to it. It was a good thing it was not broken beyond repair…” Ydela said.  

“That is your way and we honored master Djarin’s ways when we made the meddroid available since no one alive must see his face.” The governor tried to stay calm. His chest is getting a little heavy as he should be in bed to allow the medicine to work.

“You heard what the governor said to his attendant back at the guest house.” The men again looked bewildered at Din’s words, even the elder was astounded, but they all reluctantly nod after a moment.

“The meddroid was a help but it would be all for nothing if Din wasn’t strong in the Force.”

“Or that it was kept outside the fort.” Ydela nods to Din and the others. “We generally do now allow anything artificial inside the fort.

“What if someone was severely injured? What do you do? Let the person die?” Man in black pauldron exclaimed.

“We have our organic medicine and we would do everything we can to make the person comfortable.”

“Comfortable?” The others nod at Cabur Skirata’s question.

“To be free of pain until the person…”

“…dies?” Man in red curses when the elders nod.

“It is our way.” Gov. Wing nods.

“Our way is to use every means necessary to recover and stay alive!” Tebec Nari said fervently.

“Why do your people decline artificial medicine?” Luke likes to keep quiet and absorb the discussion going around him until he has something to say.

“Nature is abundant in medicine and if we cultivate and process the plants well we do not need to buy medicine all the time. We honor the mother when we use the gifts she blessed us with.” The apothecary said.

“Elders, it’s much better if I show you.” Din unclasped and pulls off his left vambrace. Of course Yuno found a reason to get out of the apothecary’s hut and carefully hold the glove for him. Din nods in answer to the question in the boy’s eyes as he takes the knife from his right boot. The teen winces in empathy when Din sliced the skin between his thumb and forefinger. Shit! That hurts!  It starts to bleed immediately to the immense shock of everyone.

‘Father!’

-o0o-

 

Chapter 45: DOUBLE TOIL AND TROUBLE

Summary:

While helping Grogu find a Jedi, an accident on Tython turned Din Djarin to a Force sensitive. Caught at a crossroads, he went back to Calodan to become the padawan of Ahsoka Tano but…Din’s other life caught up with him.

 

A/N: I love the story of Din Djarin and Grogu. Also I am writing this because of the force of my inspiration Pedro Pascal and not for monetary gain. I have spoken. This is the way!

1: Yuno, Din's attendant would look like kid on the side of the road from Season 2 Episode 15-The Believer.

2: On Pinterest see Din Djarin’s cute cottage in Calodan under the name Acer Wolfe at Silver Moon Inuyoukai board. You can also see the picture of the Mantis, Din’s new vehicle.

3: Ge'ver'alor – aide

4: LAAT- Low Altitude Assault Transport, or LAAT, was a line of gunship used by the Grand Army of the Republic.

PADAWAN

CHAPTER 45

Double Toil and Trouble

He who does not desire power is fit to hold it.

-Plato

From Chapter 44:

Before Morgan Elsbeth’s occupation of Corvus the people of Calodan would stay out until the late night to enjoy the cool evening to sort herbs, seeds, roots (including root vegetables), fruits, grains and everything that needed to be prepared for their trade the next day. The streets and houses were lit brightly and the sounds of people going about their business have a merry sound to it. Calodan might be a simple agrarian planet but things radically changed after Morgan and her mercenaries attacked and invaded Calodan. Able-bodied people were forced to work making weapons in the factory the imperials built almost overnight. 

But, according to the governor, after Calodan was freed it seemed majority of the people found it hard to go back to their old pursuits and recreations on the streets of Calodan.

The night is late and the temperature has fallen quite low since it has been more than six hours since the sun set. Grogu is tired and so is Din.

“Elders, if I may beg for your attention.” Din works at the clasps of his vambrace and takes it off in a swift single pull. “It’s much better if I show you.”

“I…I don’t know how that would be possible…” The governor shrugs but Ydela stares at her colleague with a frown.

-o0o-

Jem sets aside some jars to make way to set his cup of chocolate down on the low rough-hewn table. He was enjoying the comfort of elder Ydela’s warmth-filled main room but Yuno has been restless-he keeps on going on tiptoes, craning his neck, turning his head up and down left and right.  Yuno looks like someone who is standing outside the window looking in. Playfully, Jem twists his head out between the crook of Yuno’s arm. “What is it? What are they doing?”

“Hm, I feel like something’s going on out there. Everyone looks serious.”

The strange group of Calodans, Mandalorians and Jedi stand in a circle; they gather but in separate groups. Though they cannot see the master’s face the two boys knows he is tense from the way he stands.

“Are they talking about us? Yuno, are we in trouble?” Jem frowns-Yuno looks distracted so Jem had to give him a shake, “Yuno! Are we…?”

“The master will defend us…here,” Yuno pulls elder Ydela’s poncho by the door, wraps it around Jem. The baffled but suddenly excited Jem follows Yuno out into the cold evening. 

  -o0o-

“Uh…” Tebec, the man in yellow, fervently steps forward, hands out, “can I carry it Mand’alor?” The upstart young Mandalorian broke out in a sweat. “Uh, can I be your attendant?”

“What?”

How was it possible for him to feel the Mand’alor’s intense glare from behind the visor? How does one stand as motionless as a statue?  Tebec laughs nervously, the goosebumps flares back up. “Your…your boy…”

“Yuno is my attendant and apprentice, not my ‘boy’.”

The man’s voice is cold and low to the ears; serious. Gods! He must scare his bounties by his voice alone! “I’m sorry…my lord…sir. Oh! Wow! It’s heavy!” Tebec chuckles breathlessly and he almost drop the gauntlet thrown his direction. “Holy shit! Why is it very heavy…?”

“Don’t!” Yuno warns Tebec as he races back outside. “Careful!”

“Hey, relax kid. I got this!” Tebec holds the glove up, bounced it a few times.

“Stop!” Yuno is pale; if the young Mandalorian continues to hold the gauntlet carelessly....“You’ll set off the Whistling Birds!”

Din Djarin thanks Gov. Wing for choosing Yuno as his attendant-the boy stands straight-proudly grasping the blade Din gave to him with his master’s cloak wrapped a few times around his shoulders. The Calodan teen might have started as a shy neophyte but he is a keen observer and a fast learner. Yuno has been his shadow since he began his attendancy and he wanted to learn everything he could.

“Whistling…birds?” The Mando’ade snickers gleefully at Tebec's squeak. The Calodan teen’s warning made him nervous most of all when the glove came alive. Tebec could feel heat of shame on his cheeks as his knees gave in a little. “Wha…what’s that?”

“Beskar. Piercing. Bullets.” The infrared betrayed Tebec Nari; it displayed how the young man paled at Din's words.

“What?!” The man in yellow armor holds the keening glove out as if a large snake fell from a tree and about to squeeze the life out of him.

“Stop doing that!” Yuno points urgently at high pitched whine from the gauntlet. “Hand it over quickly!”

This is gonna be interesting.  Din wanted to see the battle of wills between the two young men.

“Uh,” Tebec looks at his brothers for support, but, like the Mand’alor, were watching him and the Calodan boy square it off. “Didn’t mean to…” the young Mandalorian tossed the gloves to the teen; the whine is now a disturbing beeping sound.  

Din steps between the Whistling Birds and the others behind him. There’s nothing stopping the beskar bullets. He would use the Force if Yuno fails…but…to the relief of everyone Yuno quickly powers down the weapon, “Good job, kid.”

“Thank you, master.” Yuno breathes deep in relief but his wide smile melts when Din pulls out the knife from his right boot. “Master?”

-o0o-

“Hi, ge'ver'alor Tal'din!” The 3^rd Councilman, Olar Vigg of Clan Eldar, sounded jolly as the tall man lowers himself carefully in the chair. “How are things out there?”

“Greetings, my lord. It is good to see you.” The aide meant it; he is really happy to see the 3^rd Councilman.

“Ah! These bloody imperial chairs are terribly small! Never mind me! How are things out there?” The 3rd chair grouses.

“We are maintaining orbit over Corvus, my lord.” The aide begins to fidget when a third person settles himself from the other viewer.

“Good.” There is a pleased smile from the man who was elected as 3^rd chair as he set his heavy helmet on the side. “Have you met the locals? Sampled the cuisine?”

“We have met some of the locals, yes, but I’m afraid Calodan does not have much to offer right now, my lord. They’ve been through an invasion about a year ago and the source of their livelihood had been turned to cinders.”

“Ah, that’s too bad. I met the Mand’alor at planet Nevarro, though it was short to say the least. I like him.” The 3^rd councilman from clan Eldar sweeps back his reddish hair, Chartreuse eyes bright. “By the way, is this the very same planet the Mand’alor liberated?”

“Correct my lord, but I believe he assisted the Jedi who had the fort under siege.” The aide gave the 3^rd chair a polite nod.

“I say,” The man leans back with a big smile, “I’d like to hear that story from the Mand’alor. I look forward to meet him again when…”

“Ge'ver'alor, where is the councilwoman? Isn’t this the time where she does her report?” The 2^nd Chair’s voice boomed over the airwaves. “Wasn’t she tasked to give us hourly updates on whatever is happening out there?  Why has she been neglectful of her duties? Has she gotten lost in the bowels of that imperial ship? Does she need a search and rescue?”

The aide rolls his eyes; it’s always like this every time he sees the 2^nd Chair, Iviin Haran. He’s boorish and disparaging and uses questions as a form of insult. Lady Aylith and half of the Mando’ade dislike this bastard, but the 2^nd Chair belongs to one of the large-ish clans that were barely surviving at the moment. That’s only it. The 2^nd councilor feels as if his clan was better than anyone even though Clan Hyru is incumbent at the moment. He is pissed when he was voted to second chair but he continues to act like he rules the show. Asshole! No wonder Lady Hyru detests meeting him and that goes for the aide too.

“I’m pretty sure lady Hyru has been working double time to prepare for her report. “ The 3^rd Chair says diplomatically.

“Uh...lady Hyru has been…”

“If I am not mistaken you are her aide-de-camp, correct?” The 2nd Chair’s helmet nods to him.

“That…that is correct, my lords…but…she must have been busy.” The aide could feel sweat popping out of his pores. Please be strong…the aide pleads of his helmet fan.

“Good. With the preparation, I hope?” The 2nd Chair says.

The aide’s lips quickly curl in derision; the 2nd Chair rubs his hands in anticipation of the bowing and the adulation for him when he arrives. Bastard. “Preparation? Pardon, my lord?” Oh fuck. Did lady Aylith forget something?

“For our arrival!” The 2^nd chair’s red helmet from Clan Saxon moves sharply as if everyone should’ve thought about it.

“Arrival? That’s…that’s fantastic, my lords! When, may I ask?”

“Tomorrow at the latest.” The 3^rd chair from Clan Eldar gave the aide a nod but his voice lost the lilt he had after the 2^nd Chair interrupted him.

“Uhm…” Thank the ancestors for the buy’ce; it covers his utter incredulity. Thank the coms chair for it hides his restless hands.

“Would there be a problem?” The 2nd chair leans forward, helmet tilted.

“Oh no, my lords! We will…” Please be strong, the aide tells himself, “prepare.”

“Expect us before lunch.” The 2nd chair leans back, full of himself.

“Mandalore time or….my lords?” Suddenly the screens flickers then went dark. The aide could only gape in disbelief.  “My lords?” He hit the top of the chair.  “Mother fucker….!”

-o0o-

Before anyone could do anything Din turns the tip of the sharp blade down slitting the skin between his thumb and forefinger - blood fills up from the point of laceration to the end of it.

‘Buir!’ 

Grogu’s shrill wail in Din’s head startled him slightly.  He forgot the boy is also an empath.

Man in red cried out, “What the fuck!” then starts patting himself twisting this way and that like he’s being bitten by rock ants. Before he blurts out laughing Din looks away.  

Cabur Skirata spit out some very crisp and colorful curses as he scrambles for the first aid kit he keeps behind his belt. 

Rud Kyr’bes was confused for a moment then when he got over his shock he fumbles for his own first aid while the rest seemed stunned.

“Master Djarin! Dear mother!” Being the healer of her village Elder Ydela is well-prepared for emergencies like these and quickly found a roll of bandage from one of the many pockets in her apron and places a thick wad of dressing and applies firm pressure on the cut.  “Why ever did you do that, child? Goodness this is deep! Araun, my medicine basket! On the shelf by the…”

“No…no need.” Motherfucker stings like hell! Din keeps his  jaw clenched tight.

“Why?” With her other hand Ydela begins digging around in one of the pockets of her apron. “Oh! Where did that stupid salve go?”

Grogu is getting more and more distressed from the pain he feels from Din’s wound. “Don’t! I’m okay, kid. Don’t feel my pain.” Reluctantly, Grogu takes back his hand. “That’s good. Stay away from my mind for now.” Din suddenly frowns and lifts the compress. 

“What is it Din?” The three force wielders leans close to Din’s hand.  Luke lifts his brow as he smiles at Ahsoka.

“Yes.” Ahsoka nods. “You have it too.”  The Mando’ade and the Calodans followed where Ahsoka looked.

“Look elders…” Quickly, Din sprayed the cut then holds his arm out. Everyone crowds in to see the bacta at work.

“Hmm! It’s like water...!” Gov. Wing grabs his associate’s arm and shakes it with much excitement, “Oh! Look Ydela! It’s happening! It’s happening!”

“That’s impossible!” The apothecary who’s also a veteran at treating all kinds of injuries claps a hand over her mouth as it is her first time to see an injury healing ten times faster. The healer looks closer and takes into account how the wound is a healthy pink around the edges. The solution must also kill any kind of bacteria which is the cause of common infection.   

“Shit! It’s working!” Tebec Nari’s eyes and jaw were wide open, his helmet hastily removed.

“That’s something you don’t see every day.” Man in green armor sounds impressed.

“It is effective;” Cabur Skirata affirms with nods and shrugs, “if you can afford it.”

“You mean this is expensive?!” Gov. Wing stays wide-eyed like the rest. “I’ve never seen anything heal this fast. “

“Yes, it is fascinating.” The female elder took a shaky breath before she continues, “I agree but that brings us back to our issue, master Djarin. The children have been given this bac…bac…” the elder waves a hand at the canister.

“Bacta.” Din turns back to elder Ydela as Yuno got a wet sponge from Jem. His attendant swiftly washed the blood off from his hand while Jem took over the job of holding the heavy glove in the meantime. Jem looks happy with himself as the boy help him put on his glove.

“Bacta. Yes…” The apothecary looks on as the Mandalorian flexes his left hand. While the boy was cleaning the Mandalorian Ydela attested with her own eyes there isn’t a trace of scar or nerve damage after the heavy gauntlet clamped shut.  “It is an impressive medicine but…”

“I did not mean to break any of your law, elders.”

“The Mand’alor isn’t guilty! That boy is alive if not for the bacta!” The young Mandalorian has a look of fear when Din raised a hand.

“Apologies.” Cabur Skirata beckons the youngest Mando’ade and marches Tebec Nari down the path for some firm words of discipline.  

“I will do it again if given the chance.” The elders could only nod-they believe the veracity of Din’s words. 

“Elders, may I ask a question? What will happen to the boys?”

It seems Luke startled the Calodans. The Jedi with striking blue eyes would always hang back, quietly observing and thinking. Din holds his breath for the verdict as Elder Ydela shrugs.

“The board of elders must be consulted.” She nods for Gov. Wing to take over from her.

“Please don’t punish them. I’ll take the reprimand whatever it is. Don’t make the children outcasts!”

“Oh! We are not like that, master Djarin!” Elder Ydela covers her mouth in shock.

“I’m touched about your protectiveness for the boys, master Djarin but I’m sure that wouldn’t happen!” The governor grasps Din’s arm. “Please, the children are not to be blamed for what happened. Nothing will happen to them.”

“I am relieved. It is late and you need your rest. I will return you to your house.”

The governor smiles as he pats Din on the arm. “Ah, no need master Djarin. Since I’m here already, Ydela will give me a check then I will borrow her horse to take me back to the house afterwards. I will be fine. The children will be here with Ydela.”

“Then Grogu and I should leave you tonight.”

“In that case and with your permission, Mand’alor we will leave now.” Cabur Skirata says. The young Mando’ade looks chastised at the back of the group.

“Thank you for your service.” Din almost returned the bows until he remembers his new state.

“We can stay, Din.” Luke returns his padawan’s handshake.

“It’s not necessary. I can’t thank you enough for today.” He got a wink and a warm pat on the shoulder from Ahsoka.  

-o0o-

“Commander! Hey commander!” Aylith Hyru’s aide was relieved to almost crash with the 2nd IC.  He had been roaming the cruiser and he  was kind of feeling desperate for the only place he didn’t go to was the stern of the cruiser and he was contemplating of doing that but fortune has been with him! “Wait up! Listen! We have a problem!”

“Problem? What kind? Someone got killed? Someone killed someone?” The 2nd IC who looks like a juggernaut is also in a hurry and passed him by giving him cursory attention.  “A stabbing? An attack?”

“It could be. It’s about the Chair 2 and 3.”

“Chair 2 and 3?”

“THE second chair! That asshole!” There! That finally got his attention!

The 2nd IC went to an immediate halt, buy’ce unmoving, staring at the aide. “Fuck!”

“He is coming. Well, the two of them.”

“Coming? Here? Shit! When?”

“Tomorrow.”

“No. No!” It’s not hard to imagine the 2^nd IC is open-mouthed at the shocking news.

“Yes.” Aylith’s aide was pulled by the 2nd IC to a hallway.  “What do we do?”

“Where’s lady Hyru anyway?”

“Just between us? I have no idea. I haven’t seen her since…” The aide made a particular gesture with his hand; like an explosion on his head with sound effects, “you know.”

“Shit! Don’t talk to anyone. Find the councilwoman ASAP!”

“And you? What do you do?”

“What else? Begin the preparations! I don’t want that bastard to find any fault from us. Go!”

-o0o-

By and by a small personnel transport vehicle descends beyond the gate of the fort. The LAAT hovers until six jet packs flew up and board the ramp.

“Did you enjoy meeting your brothers, master Djarin?” Gov. Wing and Din follows the ship’s ascent to the upper atmosphere. His bushy brows lift in wonder at the sigh from the Mandalorian.

“They were helpful. But I’d have to be cautious.”

“About?”

“There would be someone out there who’d always challenge me.”

Gov. Wing looks at the man in front of him.  How he often forgets Din Djarin is a king.  He doesn’t put on airs and he acts as he sees fit the situation.  Pragmatic. Practical. There were times the governor does not see the shiny armor and the helmet. Many people including the governor had been speculating about what Din Djarin looks like. Araun Wing hears from Yuno about bits and pieces of information about the man and all he did was put them together, like a puzzle.

“Ah! For the throne.”

“Yes, it has interfered with my duties as your commander in chief.”

“But you are needed by your people.” The Mandalorian chuckled at his words. “You were the one they were waiting for.”

“No, I was the unfortunate bastard…I didn’t mean to say…” Din was glad the governor was made of sterner stuff; Gov. Wing laughs away Din’s apology.

“I believe it is fate, master Djarin.” The young man looks up with a slight shake of his metal covered head. Araun Wing gave sympathetic pats to the man’s shoulder. “If it’s meant for you it would find you.”

“But it has put me in the center stage,” Din maneuvers the elder towards the warm hut; the drop in the temperature has fallen quite low. The helmet’s heat signature shows him where it is warmer, “which is what I’ve tried to avoid!”

“What would you do about the attempts on your son’s life?”

“I suppose I need their help to solve the two attempted…assassinations.” The governor pats his shoulder again.

“Would your people help?” The only reply Din gave the elder made Gov. Wing sigh.

“I’ll know when I talk to them. I can’t get over that my attendants have been involved in violence.”

“As well as your son, too.”

Gov. Wing sits on one of the logs outside Ydela’s hut followed by Din who took up the opposite log. Under the combat boots the ground is littered with plant cuttings.  Judging from the scent these were herbs. The familiar smells brought back another spell of nostalgia for Aq Vetina.

“Unlike Yuno and Jem I’m afraid violence will follow Grogu for as long as the imperials want him.”

The elder looks dismayed at his words. “Yes, lady Ahsoka explained things to me.’

“As such I’ve been grooming Grogu to learn how to fight and defend himself.”

“Oh dear,” The governor scratches his head. “That sounds like us; no idea about fighting. I feel your boy is not a fighter at heart.”

Din’s deep sigh was paired with his nod of agreement as Grogu accepts a piece of dried food from Ydela. The healer came out with tea for the three of them.

“The Jedi trained him well to be a peace keeper. Another problem is he would outlive my lifespan as well as ten generations of your people.”  The elder is in complete disbelief. All this time the warrior has been speaking softly almost to himself.

“And that worries you…”

“Ever since I got him.” Din could see and feel how the elder got concerned from what he learned about Grogu. There were just the five of them in elder Ydela’s garden; Yuno and Jem were capering in the small patch of trees and Grogu is looking at the two boys with envy. Ever having the soft spot for the boy Din jerks his head towards the trees and his generosity was rewarded with a happy chortle. Grogu passed by zipping after Yuno and Jem big eyes alight. It brought a chuckle from Din.  

“We all worry for our children. We get this unreasonable fear that all kinds of bad things are going to happen to them as soon as we take our eyes off of them.  Sometimes it happens and you are beset with such guilt that you didn’t do your job as a parent. But look at them…” Under the moonshine the children play tag among the trees, their laughter and happy sounds echoing in the small garden. “Children are resilient. They fall down, get back up, they learn, they grow and they survive. Like you. You were a survivor too.” The warrior didn’t do or say anything at Gov. Wing’s statement as if he became shy at that compliment. The governor smiles at Din. “By the way master Djarin, I had not congratulated you on your nuptials…”

“Thank you, governor, it is called a pledge. I haven’t presented Kalon to the Mando’ade so our pledge isn’t official yet.”

“I sense your discomfort, my son. Oh,” the elder chuckles, “I’m sorry…that just came out!” The elder waves his hand, slightly embarrassed at his slip.

“Don’t be, elder. I haven’t been called son for a long time. I honestly feel honored.”

“It’s just that…I regard you as one of mine already.” The elder took a deep breath to take control of his emotion.

They gripped arms firmly which was perfect for the moment.  “No apologies needed.”

“By the way,” Din paid attention when the elder sits straight and composed his face in a serious mien, “would you like to know mistress Kalon’s message for you?”

-o0o-

Cabur Skirata holds on to the strap as he and the Mando’ade lift off of the sleeping city of Calodan. The old LAAT made a circle back to the healer’s hut and for a moment the light from the transport shines down to the Mand’alor and the governor standing near the gate of the garden looking up at them. Skirata felt…silly. Why did he step back from that gaze? Idiot! Skirata almost slaps the side of his helmet. What’s stopping the Mand’alor from reading his mind even with his back turned...if he wanted to.

The healer’s hut shrunk as the ship came around and climbs the atmosphere. It became confusing to fly over the dark city of Calodan as there were few lights to orient them of their location. That was their problem just like when they were in that infernal forest but then when the LAAT turns a silvery brilliance flooded inside the ship. The two moons have come out again after doing their revolutions but their reflective lights doesn’t seem to brighten the town.

“The air there is shit!” Tebec Nari blurts then quickly slid a glance at Skirata after they landed in the parking bay.

“I agree. All that smoke must be so horrible for the people down there. I can smell it on my clothes. Hopefully once the trees have grown back the air might clear up.” Rud Kyr’bes grimaces after he takes off his buy’ce.

“How does the Mand’alor stand living there?” The man with green line on his cuirass gave a big sigh as he got off of his feet; a liquor flask in his hand.

“Our king has a soft heart.” Kyr’bes blew several puffs air in his helmet. The man looked disappointed that it did not take away the smell of smoke.

“Having a soft heart can get you killed.” Man in red quips as he juggles his helmet under his arm and a lit cigar in his hand.

“He looks very much alive to me.” Man in yellow snorts.

“Hey, you sound angry, small fry. Are you pissed that boy outwitted you?” Man in red helmet snorts.

“No.” Tebec glares at man in black pauldron who’s laughing to him silently. “Outwitted me? What am I, a buffoon?”

“Your words not mine.” Man in black pauldron raises his water canteen at the young Mandalorian in disdain.

“The kid saved your ass, boy.” Man in red helmet toasted his own canteen with man in black pauldron.

“No, he didn’t.”

‘”Yeah, wimp. You almost set off that gauntlet.” Man in red helmet look at his brothers and everyone agrees with him.

“I just wanna help!”

“Nah, you were eager as fuck to impress the big guy and you almost killed all of us.” Man in black pauldron twirls his finger at them all.

“What?! I didn’t know it’s dangerous!”

“Seriously? You think he has bubble gum in them brace?” Man in black pauldron sniggers more.

“Hey fuck you!” Tebec yells.

“Fuck you back, kid.” The young Mandalorian returned the middle finger back to the man in black pauldron.

“All the boss needs is that kid. He’s smart, he’s also brave…” Red helmet man says.

“Brave? He cried like a baby!”

“But the kid bounced back really fast. See that?”

“You jealous?” Man in black says. “By the way, I saw you out there. You got as pale as the moon!”

“I did not!”

“You did! He did!”

“Yep, I saw that too!” Red helmet man bumped fists with man in black pauldron, laughing loud.

“Fuck you! And fuck you!”

“Shut the fuck off! Dank Ferrik! Am I in foundling academy? Cabur Skirata raised his voice at the three and angrily motions to Tebec Nari. The man in yellow beskar slams his yellow headgear back on his head and walks away from his tormentors. “Wait one.” Skirata turns away.  The beeping in his helmet ceased at one touch. “Yes, commander. Yes, we are all here. We just touched down. Sure, we can go there.“ Skirata jerks his head towards the elevator. “You heard. Conference room 3…wherever the hell that is.”

-o0o-

“I’ll make some tea. Want some?” The guest cottage courtyard was eerily quiet when Ahsoka and Luke entered its gate. The path is lit with a few braziers but some have been snuffed out by the wind.

“Now that you mentioned it tea sounds very good.” Luke smiles as they enter Ahsoka’s hut and to the pocket kitchen. While Ahsoka fills a kettle with water Luke took care of the embers in the fireplace until they have a good fire. Ahsoka hooks the kettle over fire and they busy themselves assembling tea.

“It is fortunate the boys are okay.” Luke set the tea tray before the fireplace and they settle on the futons. “Pardon me for asking, I couldn’t help notice the absence of the councilwoman.”

“You know why.” The Jedi from Tattoine got the message after Ahsoka taps her own heart.

“Yes, but has she been informed at what happened? It’s serious.” Luke leans over to check on the kettle when it starts to steam.

“I have the same thoughts.” Ahsoka smiles to herself at the ingenuousness of Luke Skywalker. On the other hand, Din has more worldly experience but not in a crass or coarse way. The good thing is she feels very comfortable with the two of them.

“From what I gather she’s the leader of this mission. Should we do anything about it?” Luke lowers his voice more as he pours hot water in their cups.

“No, we’d better let your padawan sort that out.”

The young Jedi agrees with a nod but looks at her closely but he notices something after they enjoyed their first sip of tea. “Is everything alright, lady Tano?”

Ahsoka sighs as she pulls the cape down to her arms, covering them-the Calodan cold has not left her, “I’ve had visions lately.”

“What about?” The young Jedi stops himself from doing that annoying thing he keeps from doing by cupping his hands around his tea cup.

“Thrawn.”

“I’ve never heard of him. He’s imperial?”

“Yes.”

“How do you get your visions? Not from the Force…”

At this time the Force is quiet no matter how often Luke communes with it. There is a huge void in the ether. Luke had wondered why it seemed to be empty. What he didn’t know was that it used to be filled with the aura of countless Jedi; the brothers and sisters in the Force that he had not met who were struck down by the Empire. Luke has been in touch with the Force to know what is going on within it but the Force is not a crystal ball where anyone can just pull information upon demand.

“From the daughter.”

“The…daughter?”

“Not mine.” Ahsoka grins at Luke’s utter confusion. “It’s a long story.  I…might have to leave Calodan soon.”

“Does Din know?”

“Din knows why I’m here-to hunt down Thrawn’s location but he doesn’t know when.”

“Why do you want to hunt him down?” Luke gathers his cloak around him following Ahsoka’s example.  He grew up in a planet with binary suns and it’s always hot all year round. Freezing temperatures and cold weather are not his favorites.

“He is one of Palpatine’s grand admirals and not to bore you with details; he was banished to some unknown region in the galaxy.”

“Wouldn’t it be better to let him stay banished?”

“Yes, but I want to bring back my friend; he was the one who banished Thrawn.” Ahsoka could see how it impressed the young Jedi.

“He must be a very powerful Jedi.”

“He is powerful but he isn’t a Jedi…”

“What would happen to Grogu’s training?” Luke puts his cup down when she became quiet again, looking at the distance. He senses Ahsoka’s feelings-her indecision.

“Morai…the Daughter, said the boy needs me more. The fact that you came here after she gave me that message makes me want to rethink that plan.”

Luke Skywalker of planet Tattoine contemplates the amber liquid in the glazed cup. “My uncle’s favorite thing to say is ‘let it go, son’ whenever things fall apart or gets lost. It is a good counsel to follow at times.”

“Sounds like a good advice. I would need to think about this before Din and Grogu comes back from their trip.” Ahsoka gave the young Jedi a sly glance as she takes a sip of her tea.

“What trip?”

-o0o-

Chapter 46: A BREATHING SPACE

Summary:

While helping Grogu find a Jedi, an accident on Tython turned Din Djarin to a Force sensitive. Caught at a crossroads, he went back to Calodan to become the padawan of Ahsoka Tano but…Din’s other life has caught up with him.

A/N: I love the story of Din Djarin and Grogu. Also I am writing this because of the force of my inspiration Pedro Pascal and not for monetary gain. I have spoken. This is the way!

1 : Yuno, Din's attendant would look like kid on the side of the road from Season 2 Episode 15-The Believer.
2: On Pinterest see Din Djarin’s cute cottage in Calodan under the name Acer Wolfe at Silver Moon Inuyoukai board. You can also see the picture of the Mantis, Din’s new vehicle.
3: Dejarik - holochess
4: Kyramud – assassin
5: Nanowave machine – microwave machine
6: Sonic dishwasher - dishwasher
7: Yes, they drink coffee in the galaxy far, far away.

PADAWAN

CHAPTER 46

 A BREATHING SPACE

Just before dawn I have the world all to myself….

CALODAN:

The night was truly late for only one moon was left present to guide the way of two people.  After they said their goodnights to Gov. Wing and elder Ydela Grogu opens his dome and raised his arms begging to be picked up. They’ve been separated long enough and the feeling of yearning and loneliness for Din flows strongly from Grogu. How could he be heartless to refuse the boy?

‘Where are we going, buir?’  Sleepily, Grogu cracks a lid open.

‘Don’t worry, there’s no more talking with people.’

‘I like talking to people.’

 ‘I know you like people.’

‘They like you too, buir.’ Grogu likes to worry the loose thread on the bandolier around Din’s chest.The boy pouts after Din gently takes his fingers off of the bandolier; he sighs and burrows deeper into Din’s side.

Those words surprised Din, ‘You mean they’re scared of me.’

‘No, I feel, I hear, I see.’

‘Really?’ Din grins at the nod from the boy. ‘Okay,’ Din gave a few pats on the boy’s back, ‘if you say so.’

As the mist reveals the view of the shadowy shape of the Mantis Din got excited and his steps got quicker…

But there was a loud bleating-like a warning. Din halts to assess their surroundings for danger as he reaches for his blaster. Then he sees it-beyond the ship and from behind the thick cover of the blackened trees a herd of Kuza had gathered for the night.  Led by the matriarch she was followed by a few of her descendant heifers, and their calves. The animals appear to be asleep, long legs tucked under them while a few of the older males or bulls keep sentry for the herd.

He chose the same spot where he parked the Razor Crest then when he realized the Kuza were wont to wander around this area and his ship might get stomped and damaged but his concern was unfounded; the long-legged animals have steered clear of the Mantis.

‘Hey, kid.’  The child appears to be a little down and pensive and when he’s in this state even Din couldn’t fathom what’s going on in his mind and the only way he could help and console him is to keep him close. Din gently bounces the boy who curled himself into a tiny ball in the haven of his arm. ‘Look, just a few more steps. Home’s just over there.’

‘I don’t want to sleep here…’ Grogu slid the large ship a disinterested eye.

‘You don’t like our new ship?’ He was given a slight acknowledgement by the boy.

‘No, I don’t like the smell here.’

‘Ah, you mean you just want me to fly the ship, yeah?’ He barely got a melancholy and downcast nod from Grogu. Din expressed a sigh that didn’t lighten his chest.  It looked as if the kid was over his tribulation after playing with Yuno and Jem at the garden-he was laughing and enjoying himself but away from his friends the boy became moody once more. The Mandalorian realizes the boy might want to avoid any reminder of the unpleasantness a few hours ago. That horrible business transpired here. ‘Hm...I guess we need something new.’ At that a pointed ear went up, expectantly twitching. Din snaps his fingers. ‘I know just the thing.’

-o0o-

Chaos has broken on the bridge of the Mantis-the alarm begins whooping at an ear-splitting level and a warning light bathes the room in flashing red.

‘Buir!’ Grogu shrieks. ‘Buir! Help!’

It’s horrible to be amused at Grogu’s distress but Din couldn’t stop chuckling at his new but excitable navigator. ‘It’s okay…don’t be scared.’

It’s Grogu’s first formal training as co-pilot so Din gave the boy a responsibility at the navigator’s seat to his left. Grogu’s job is to help keep the ship in the blue center line and to learn how to use the left and right maneuvering thrusters at the same time. The Mantis is represented as a yellow circle on Din’s and his co-pilot’s console.

A horrible beeping flooded the bridge, it made the boy jump. When the circle changed color and the ship veered away from the course the boy began to panic because the room also turned crimson.

‘Buir! Bad ship!’ Grogu screeched one more time. Ire and frustration on his face as if he wanted to demolish the console with the Force.  ‘Bad ship!’

‘It’s not.’ He cracked up at the ‘bad ship’, slapping his hand on his thigh. The startling alarm and the red warning lights stops scaring Grogu after Din flicks some buttons and switches off, still having a big belly laugh. ‘Just calm down. Drag the pointer to the line. Slowly…’  The boy copies how Din showed him.  ‘Steady. Just a little to the right…that’s good. Just a little bit more to the right.’ The child’s fear was replaced by a growing confidence; encouraged by his father’s soft instructions. ‘There!’

‘We back!’ The boy whips his head around. ‘I’m flying the ship?’

‘Yeah! You’re flying it, kid.’ 

‘I’m flying the ship!’ Grogu bounces from his stack of seat cushions. ‘I’m flying!’

‘Okay. Settle down. Mind your board!’  The bridge’s ambient light lent a golden glow on the cold Beskar armor. Din runs a gloved hand on the command console, like a caress. ‘Dank Farrik! It feels like I’m back on the Razor Crest!’

‘Crest is small.’

‘I miss it but it’s great to fly a proper ship again.’ There is a series of soft beeps on Din’s console; captain and co-pilot turn to their boards. ‘We’re almost there.  Help me land the ship, okay?’ Too bad he didn’t have the chance to use the hyper drive and they didn’t have to rise up to space. The coordinates only took the Mantis half way around the world. With the Mantis’ speed it only took a short time to arrive at their destination.

Grogu is still in high spirits after he helped Din land then power down the ship. The boy almost bounded from the co-pilot’s seat as soon as he unbuckled Grogu-looking over joyed. The plan worked!

How would Din know that using the Force could be made a game? Instead of just putting his armor and weapons away after they arrived at the captain’s quarters Grogu floats the armor over their heads where he places it neatly on the table. The boy arranges it the same way Yuno would do it back in the cottage. 

What surprised Din was that the boy did not argue when it’s time for a warm bath and fresh nappies. Yuno or Jem must have changed and fed Grogu. He was bracing for an unpleasant sight but what a relief there’s no huge pile of smelly poo when he removed the nappy. Din was unhappy at himself; his attendants did their job while he, Grogu’s parent, was off like a fool chasing another fool to defend his bruised ego when the only thing he should focus on is his son.  It was unfair to the boy.

As Din changes Grogu in sleep clothes his eyes and ears went all droopy. There’s no ‘I want water’ or ‘Go poo-poo’ or Grogu’s favorite ‘I’m not sleepy’ as he carried the child to the smaller bed.

At last! The long awaited massive yawn comes! Thank the ancestors!

But if Din thought he could escape easily he was wrong; the small fist clutching his undershirt is as difficult to get out of as if he’d been caught by the Force.

As soon as they’ve gotten in bed Grogu proceeded to wiggle his tiny back until it’s nestled against Din’s ribs and the top of the his fuzzy head is under Din’s armpit. To complete his capture tiny hands and feet wrap around Din’s arm and, as soon as he’s satisfied with his ‘nest’ Grogu stuck a thumb in his mouth and closed his eyes.

“You’re getting terribly good at this bounty hunting thing, kid.” Din states with quiet laughter.

-o0o-

THE CLIFFS

“Fuck! I don’t like the sound of that…” The Mantis’ new captain scowls as the entry ramp pulls away from its frame.

The warrior spit another curse under his breath when there was a loud bang. Din stood very still after he hastily punched the stop button halfway. Then he stood there still…listening. If it wakes Grogu up there goes the peace.  At this time the kid is snoring, on his belly when Din got up this morning.

In reality Din barely slept at all but he didn’t mind the few hours of sleep.  He had a lot in his mind. Din is more an action kind of person; he is stealthy, he thinks on his feet and he is fast on the draw. He only needs to do some thinking if and when it affects his job. The silence and peace are good for contemplation.

Deep in the Mantis things were quiet so Din relaxed when he didn’t hear any yowling from their room. When the ramp completed its descent, it settled with a light thud on the semi-soft dirt.

Din cursed under his breath-the upper left corner of the ramp doesn’t sit flush on the ground which means when the ramp closes there would be a gap on that side. A laser was used to fuse the lip of the ramp to its frame. If it’s possible he would have to isolate the damaged area to keep internal pressure for the rest of the ship once they go in space. 

He’d not even had the chance to fly the Mantis and it had been scratched already! 

Well…not that it’s immaculate from stem to stern when he got it and it wasn’t new either but he has a vehicle of his own.

The D5 Mantis Patrol craft is a Battle cruiser class with three forward cannons, two pairs of retractable weapons foils, high power thrusters and ample real estate more than thrice the size of the Razor Crest. It’s a force to be reckoned with and Din likes overpowered ships he could rely on in a sticky situation. Thus, compared to the Mantis the vehicle he got from the cruiser, the DX-9 is a simple vehicle.

Din run his glove on the edge…Grogu pried open the welded door so he and Jem could escape. There is a ragged tear at the top most corner and it was the reason for the loud sound. That must have taken a lot of power to do that.

“Goddamn impressive, kid.” He murmured in awe.

At the changing light behind him, Din picks up the metal cup he placed by the side of the entrance. As the sun broke from the horizon he takes a seat on the top of the ramp with his freshly brewed coffee. When he was young he used to wake up early to meet the dawn at his favorite spot on Concordia.   Once the sun melts the fog with its golden rays the sky would be clear as far as the eyes can see.

Eyes closed he takes a deep breath of the salty ocean breeze as it caresses his face; it cleanses the lungs of the smoke and smog of Calodan. The masters of the wind were hawking and screeching but these sounds were music to Din’s ears.  These craggy stone cliffs with the red and brown flowers and the rock outcropping is full of memories about Kalon of Dathomir whom he misses.  He should have acted straightway and formalized their pledge instead of running around the cruiser. Had he done so things might not have spiraled beyond his effort to control.

This circus is happening again-being moved here and there like a pawn in a game of Dejarik which he hates to his very bone. He had to fall back to his tried and tested strategy: Take flight.

But Cara Dune was right; it was unfair to just pack up and go without any explanation to the people who care about him. Her advice was wise and he followed it: he didn’t leave people hanging in the air this time. Before he left Din made sure he calmed Gov. Wing down with a promise that he would return- the kind governor deserves his assurances. He was asking a lot from the Calodan council and its people.  They have been very generous in their understanding and acceptance.  If it were up to him Din he would rather be the Calodan military commander where he calls all the shots and it is more satisfying because he’s making a difference in people’s lives and for planet Corvus.

-o0o-

Grogu feels much happier when he woke up this morning. It was like when they still have the Razor Crest; he would wake up in his hammock to the sounds and smell of food and the Mandalorian fully armored up and ready for a day of bounty hunting.

After his father tossed his breakfast in the nanowave machine to heat it the Mandalorian would prepare his soup next. Grogu would always have soup; it’s hot and savory and he missed it a lot during those months he was with Master Luke. The Jedi likes to grill his food most of the time. The food was not bad but the soup wasn’t as good as the Mandalorian makes it.

Today was different. Grogu was surprised when his father had breakfast with him—without the helmet. ‘Your food is getting cold, kid.’ Grinning, Din dabs the soup off of Grogu’s chin. He keeps chuckling because Grogu keeps staring at him.

‘I wish...’ The boy stops what he was about to ask his father.

‘What is it?’ The boy didn’t say anything else right away. ‘What’s on your mind?’

‘Uh, can’t you remove your helmet, father?’

‘It’s not allowed.’

‘Why?’

‘Our house has a rule that we don’t remove our helmet or buy’ce.’

‘Why?’

‘The only people who could see our face is our family.’

‘We are family now?’

‘Yes, we are.’

‘Why?’

‘You are now my son.’

‘I was not your son before?’

Din lowers his eyes as he cleans up the table of scraps, a small smile ghosting on his lips. ’Yes.’

‘Why?’

Such a simple question but that demands a complicated answer--answers that might not be easily grasped by Grogu’s young mind. 

‘I wanted you to be my son.’ Din holds his breath; Grogu didn’t say anything for a long time. It was so quiet in the galley. ‘You are in my house now.’

‘House?’

‘It’s the group where I belong…’

‘Me too?’

‘Yes, you belong there too.’  The boy returns to his food-Din glances at the quiet boy from time to time.

‘I ate breakfast!’ Grogu tilts the empty food box for Din to approve of.  

‘Good! Let’s clean you up.’

‘Wait. My soup!’ Grogu picked up his cup and finished what’s left in it. ‘Ahsoka will teach me?’ 

The boy stays somewhat still while Din passes a damp cloth over his cheeks and chin. ‘Not today.’

‘Is today play day?’

‘Not exactly. If we have time, yes. I have to fix the ship.’

‘Why?’

‘The ramp has a problem.’  Din was glad his recipe for the soup is still popular as ever.

‘Oh, I broke it?’

‘Yes, you did.’  He grinned more at the boy’s admittance.

‘I will help you, father.’ The cups and dishes flew out and up from Din’s hands and to the sonic dishwasher. Grogu made cleaning up the galley faster all Din did was to push the ‘on’ button.

Of course, Grogu is still as playful and sometimes a little bit mischievous and he wouldn’t do anything if he didn’t want to but Din thinks it is good that the boy has been growing up and maturing in his ways.

-o0o-

‘What are you looking for, father?’ Grogu and his pod enter in the stockroom and gaped at the boxes and crates.

‘Tools. I need a hammer, a mechanical anvil and a soldering laser.’  As far as the organization is concerned the former captain of the Mantis the mercenary Sumal did not keep a proper inventory of the hold, or cleanliness for that matter. Din motions for Grogu to back out of the room. Yuno couldn’t clean this area since Din suspects many of the crates might contain not just weapons or ammunition but illegal items. If his suspicion is proven true he would need to dispose whatever it is as he ponders the crates and the list in his hand.

‘Let me lift it!’

‘No, put it down Grogu. I don’t see any of them in this list. It could be somewhere in the ship.  If these items aren’t available he would have to think of another option.’

‘Is it bad?’

‘Yeah. We can’t go to space in that condition.’

‘What will you do?’

‘The breach isn’t wide and if the right tools are on the ship then I’ll try to fix it.’

‘Can’t the funny lady fix it?’

‘You mean Pelli from Tattoine?’

‘Her droids were funny.’

‘She’s too far, kid.’

‘But…’

‘We cannot leave the Calodans while the others are here.’

‘Why?’

‘We protect the Calodan.’

‘Father…’ Grogu drops his gaze then looks out at the door. ‘What do we do with the bad man?’

The crate creaked slightly when Din put his weight on it. He kept quiet as he takes off his helmet and balances it on his thigh with an armored arm. ‘We have to get information from him.’

‘Okay. I’m not scared of him now.’

‘That’s good because… I need you there.’

‘I will talk to him too?’

‘No. So you could control me.’ Grogu didn’t understand what he meant. ‘I might …’ He raked his light mustache down to his beard.

‘Kill him?’ He felt the same when he protected Jem and Yuno almost lost his life because he wavered.

‘Do you know what I need you to do?’

Grogu nods in understanding this time. Now that he could see his father’s face those brown eyes are worried, ‘I have to stop you?’

‘Yes.’ Father and son both sigh not looking forward to the plan.

The boy whimpered, ‘I don’t want to hurt you, father.’

This boy could certainly tug at his heartstrings. ‘I trust you.’

Laughing, Din had to put his helmet down in haste to catch an ecstatic Grogu who leaped out of his pod to give him a face hug.

-o0o-

‘Is he still there?’ Grogu looks up as Din slides the brig’s viewing window open.

‘Yeah, your spell kept him fast.’

They were both exhausted last night but before they could take off Grogu’s bounty had to be secured first. The assassin is now in the brig as an added precaution. If Din had a carbon thawing machine on board it would have been better to put the assassin in carbonite.

‘There, he’s still out.’ Din steps a little to the side as Grogu rose up to the height of the rectangular window to eye his bounty for himself.

Following Grogu’s advice Din agreed to use a sleeping spell on the bounty-the same spell Grogu used on Jem which is the same spell the boy learned from his mother, Kalon. Father and son only felt they’ve done their best in securing the bounty after Din collected the armor then deactivated the gauntlets and the helmet of the bounty. The man’s effects have been stored in another room. There’s no way he and Grogu are going to allow this kyramud or assassin to make an escape. Din is determined to squeeze the truth from this bastard whoever he is.

‘See? He’s not going anywhere. While it’s still early come and help me fix the ramp.’  

Grogu seemed to have accepted his father’s assurance. The boy backed away from the window and lowered the pod to waist level. After Din gave the room one last inspection he closed the window and Grogu followed him with eyes that were less dim than last night.

‘Then we can have playtime?’

‘And training.’

‘Jedi training?’

‘Mandalorian.’

They pause at the mouth of the Mantis to admire the view. The sun is higher up and the sky has some puffy clouds and the sea birds are still about. It’s not the same temperature as in Tattoine and the sea air is invigorating.

‘Can we stay here every day, father?’

‘I like that idea. Let me think about it.’

‘The air is so clean.’

‘True.’ Din has been taking deep breaths to clear his system.

‘I don’t like the air there.’

‘It’s too bad the Calodan has to breathe that foul air for a long time. If only…’

‘Can we help them?’

‘We can find or build a machine.’

‘To clean the air?’

‘Yes. Now, if we fix the ship early you can have your play time.’

-o0o-

‘Hold on. Don’t swing the hammer too wide.’

‘Like this?’ Grogu shows Din how he taught him. The man leans closer.

‘Yes, tap the metal lightly.’ Din lets the boy practice on the spare metal he found in the ship. ‘Make the hit the same as the one before. Yes, like that.’  He tests the metal by running his finger to it. ‘I can still feel some grooves here.’

Grogu has no idea what his father is talking about. Din points to the ramp and the frame, ‘If the ramp doesn’t fit close to the frame it’s dangerous to go to space. I did the same thing on the Razor Crest-I pressurized the command center so we could reach Trask, do you remember?’

‘When I ate the eggs of the Frog lady?’

‘I knew it!’ Din laughed out loud at Grogu’s shocked face. Wild times, that one.

The boy frowns at the ramp; he enjoyed practicing and Ahsoka says the more he uses his ability the less tired he would be but he likes using his abilities on fun things like making statues of clay but as a future Jedi he also needs to learn how to fight the dangers that are out there.

‘Hey it’s not your fault, kid. Don’t worry about it. One second…’ With a small grunt Din gets up from kneeling. ‘Dank Farrik! We’re gonna have visitors.’

‘Is it Ahsoka or master Luke?’

‘The councilwoman.’

‘Why?’

‘It must be about what happened last night.’

‘But it’s our play day.’

‘Don’t worry, I’ll send her away quickly.’

‘When will they leave, buir?’

‘That is it; they leave when we go with them.’

‘Where?’

‘To planet Mandalore.’

‘Your planet?’

‘Our planet.’

‘Why? You said we protect Calodan.’

‘I did say that. I want to stay here but I’m also the new…king of Mandalore.’

‘Tell another person to be king.’

‘That is not that simple.’

‘Why?’

‘Someone has to take it from me. This.’ Din wonders why Grogu growls a little when he shows the sword to the boy. ‘has to be taken from a fight with me.’

‘I don’t like it.’

‘Why?’

‘People died from it.’

‘Yes, that’s true.’

‘Father, there is a man in it.’

The first time Din broke into goosebumps was on top of the Seeing Stone on Tython. It was bizarre and terrifying to behold. Those words gave him the same shivers.

‘How…how did you know about that?’

-o0o-

 

Chapter 47: THE TRIAL OF AXE WOVES

Summary:

While helping Grogu find a Jedi, an accident on Tython turned Din Djarin to a Force sensitive. Caught at a crossroads, he went back to Calodan to become the padawan of Ahsoka Tano but…Din’s other life has caught up with him.

 

A/N: I love the story of Din Djarin and Grogu. Also I am writing this because of the force of my inspiration Pedro Pascal and not for monetary gain. I have spoken. This is the way!

1 : Yuno, Din's attendant would look like kid on the side of the road from Season 2 Episode 15-The Believer.

2: On Pinterest see Din Djarin’s cute cottage in Calodan under the name Acer Wolfe at Silver Moon Inuyoukai board. You can also see the picture of the Mantis, Din’s new vehicle and the cliffs where Din and Grogu went to.

3: Grogu Djarin – This sounds better than Din Grogu which was awkward to hear.

4: The Indomitable – Moff Gideon’s light cruiser renamed and repainted by the Mandalorians.

5: N'usulu? – Excuse me?

6: Ka'ra’jag – Councilman

7: Ka’ra’dala- Councilwoman

8: Solus - One

9: T’ad – Two

10: Ehn – Three

PADAWAN

CHAPTER 47

THE TRIAL OF AXE WOVES

Through the barrel of a blaster truth speaks louder than words; a Mandalorian’s actions echo across the cosmos and in the quiet resolve of deeds respect is earned not claimed.

(True Mandalorians Group c/o Jarrett Limpach)

 

“Mand’alor, may I present the 2^nd chair, Iviin Haran of clan Saxon.”

“I hear you’ve been very busy lately, Mand’alor?”

“You can say that.”

Aylith rolls her eyes-no greeting and no bow. Haran puts a wrong foot forward by asking an accusatory question to top it off! An idiot, as always!  Obviously, Din Djarin didn’t like the intrusive questions. “And Mand’alor…our 3^rd chair, Olar Vigg of clan Eldar.”

The Eldar man’s steps were brisk unlike the 2^nd chair who wavered to hold out his hand in welcome. “It’s a pleasure to see you again, Mand’alor! I hope you remember me from our last meeting?”

“Yes, why wouldn’t I? Your words were encouraging.”  Din liked the genuine attitude of the Eldar man.

“I speak as a parent to another my lord.”

The prolonged handshake speaks volumes to all of them. The scene pleased clan Eldar but the closeness the Mand’alor displayed to an opposing clan vexed clan Saxon.

“Did I hear you recently been pledged, my lord?” The man from Clan Saxon tried one more time.

“Correct.”

Aylith hadn’t heard that flat and bored voice from Din Djarin so that meant... It’s going south. The meeting isn’t working well for the 2^nd chair but Aylith knows Haran isn’t finished at making an ass of himself. For ancestors’ sake! May this hearing end quickly so that blasted Haran could leave early! “Gentlemen…”

“Is your riduur present?”

“She’s been away on an important matter.”

“Is that so? What about?”  Haran frowns-he didn’t like not getting proper answers and given an attitude from this nobody.

“She’s the new matriarch of Dathomir.”

“Congratulations to your honorable riduur, my lord.” The 3^rd chair bows politely.  “She has to be very powerful. It’s as sticky as being a Mand’alor.”

“It seems you know their culture?”

“I had some side…dealings with them.” The 3rd chair gave him a sheepish one shoulder shrug.

“Like what?”

“I uh…supplied the witches with…. with…”

“Men.”

The 3^rd chair’s black and orange helmet jerked in shock; the Mand’alor sounds amused. “That’s right!” the 3^rd chair got a shrug back from Din.

“I am married to the Matriarch after all.” It felt great to share some camaraderie with a fellow of the same age as he is and talk to someone with children other than his tribe or Boba Fett.

“Gentlemen,” Aylith cleared her throat; it’s time to get things going.  Aylith sneered at the lonely looking 2nd chair but it’s time to break the silence. “may I have your attention? Let’s proceed to the hangar bay for the hearing.”

“Very well,” Din sighs deeply, straightening from his superficially relaxed pose, “We will bring the prisoner out from the brig.”

“Do you, uhm… need help, my lord?”

Din smirks and stops at the question; Haran is trying to think fast. He wanted to make up for losing his attention. “No. My son will assist me.”

“Are you sure? What if he escapes?”

Din shakes his head and in Haran’s ‘Did I say something wrong again? That second sigh isn’t good? I think?’ thoughts and the man’s fidgeting. “He won’t.” The 2^nd chair jerked to a stop at his upright hand.

“I say. Your ship looks amazing, my lord.”

Aylith gratefully nods to Olar Vigg at the 3^rd chair’s save. Haran’s clan doesn’t look pleased at what’s been happening. Blame it on that idiot.

“I got it from the mercenaries when they attacked this town.” The 3^rd chair follows Din at his wave to follow him. The 2^nd chair looks abandoned as Din, Grogu and Olar Vigg have a chat on the way to the ramp of the Mantis.

“I heard about the fantastic story of how you freed the Calodan, my lord.” Vigg turns to the guards who tail them. He nods to his brother; he’s proud that Tion is one of them and he didn’t participate in shooting the Mand’alor. What a bloody stupid business!

“It’s a great story for the foundlings, yes, but I just helped to free them.”  Din pauses at the man’s polite gesture to parlay further.

“My lord, has anyone apologized to you for what happened at the shoot out?” Olar’s worry turns to amusement at the other man’s low chuckle.

“I used my ability in anger.”

“And rightfully so. Your honor was besmirched and your privacy was violated…!”

“How did you find out?”

“The 2^nd in command updated us.”

“I acted harshly. I should apologize to them…”

“Why do you need to, my lord?” The 2^nd IC nod in approval at Olar Viig’s words. “To turn their weapons at the Mand’alor! That is high treason!”

“It’s was my fault; I was overcome with anger…”

“But you could’ve used real violence but none of that happened, my lord. They were lucky none lost life nor limb. All they lost were their dignity, nothing more.” Olar Vigg’s words slowly melts the tension between the Mand’alor’s shoulders. “I will make sure to find that perpetrator.”

“I appreciate it.”

“May I invite you and your foundling to our clan station? It would be an honor for Clan Eldar to meet you and your son.”

“It would be an honor for me and my son.”

“No,” the 3^rd chair places a hand on his breastplate. “the honor would be ours!” he said earnestly.

“Then we accept.” It was Din who holds up a hand this time around. “Better stay here, Ka'ra’jag* Ehn.* It’s cramped in the brig.”

“Very well, my lord.”

“Let’s go, Grogu.”

-o0o-

“Are you feeling alright, my lady?” Zhan Tal’din, the aide-de-camp, whispers as he leans closer to the 1st chair. He finally found his chance to talk to her since this morning.

“What do you mean by that?” 

“Uh, about this morning. I hope you…uh, you’re okay.” Tal’din whispers as they were not alone on the floor and there might be ears listening in.

“Stop worrying!” Aylith hissed at him like a snake.

“My lady, if you need anything…”

“I said I’m okay!”

“I can get some brew for your hangover…”

“Enough! Will you fuck off, Zhan?” Aylith’s hand froze halfway to her head. Shit not in front of them! To bare my neck to these wolves is unwise. Tal’din is right-her hangover is making her irritable. She barely touched the thing most of her life but last night she couldn’t believe she finished off three bottles of netra’gal!

Aylith was upset, yes, but at her own stupidity. She made herself a source of gossip last night and she hopes those three keep their mouths shut.

To add to her pain she flew to the source of her anguish; to fetch the Mand’alor. It still hurts to remember how his voice sounds so proud and happy with that witch hanging off of his arm; she’s so pleased at her new status but she’s sure he married that Kalon out of a sense of duty for the woman who took care of his foundling. He banged that woman and there was a confrontation with the Mando’ade. All I’ve been doing is running ragged after him all day yesterday, minding his son, trying to defend him against people, and cleaning up after his mess. The pressure in her head keeps getting tighter and tighter. Shit! Stupid of her not to take any medicine at the cruiser. The Mand’alor wasn’t interested in anything but his son and this stupid planet! What do I do to change his fucking mind?!

-o0o-

The Brig

‘I think I know who he is.’ Din clicks his fingers as he gives the prisoner an intent stare. Grogu really did a number on the man so he takes out the silver can of Bacta and sprays its face. The bacta works fast on minor injuries and small cuts. While the solution works Din paces in the cubicle-like room.

The liquid sloshing in the can tells Din it’s now half full. He has to be careful how he uses it, he thought, after he returns it in the holster. He didn’t foresee anything like this is going to happen. Boba Fett insisted on giving him another can on Tattoine as payment for a minor job he did for the older bounty hunter but he opted for another offer instead. 

‘Kid, remember the people who helped us on Trask?’

How could Grogu forget that day that he was almost eaten by a horrible beast? ‘The people who removed their helmets?’

‘Yeah, I’m sure he’s one of them.’ Din stands a step or two away, hands on hips, ‘What’s his reason? I don’t get it. I helped him and Bo on their last mission. Why did he attack you and the other boys?’ He blew out a big puff of air, arms still akimbo. ‘Anyway, come on. Bring him out, kid.’

As the three of them walk to the hangar bay, his former ship, the DX-9 enters the barrier, turns around and touches down.

‘Yeah, Jem and Yuno are there, kid.’

Grogu’s excitement is contagious; he’s almost bouncing in his pram. After a few minutes of waiting the ramp rumbled open and settled on the steel floor. A giggling and gurgling Grogu made straight for his attendant looking as if the two had not seen each other for years.

“How are you doing, Yuno?” Din waves the boy over who looks overwhelmed at everything with a big smile at the warriors walking around the hangar bay.

“I feel well, master.”

“No nightmares?”

“No, master. I slept well too.”

“Splendid.” Din’s once over check of his attendant satisfies him; no averted eyes or twitching hands and lips.  

“Commander Djarin!” The good governor looks like a boy at a candy shop; if there were such things on Calodan.

“Gov. Wing, elders. Welcome.”  No matter what people are thinking Din bows to the governor.

“Thank you, commander! My! What a massive ship!” Gov. Wing gushes; turning around, wide-eyed.  

“This is actually called a ‘light’ cruiser. There are far larger ships that these.”

“Oh my!”  The governor and the rest of his group feel like country bumpkins who ‘ooh’d and aah’d’ at the size of the cruiser as the small ship gets closer and closer. As lady Ahsoka made a pass at its underbelly the Calodans sees the symbol of the Mandalorians-the skull of the Mythosaur.

“Ahsoka, Luke.” Din took the time to shake the hands of his Jedi friends. “Thank you for bringing the governor and the elders safely.”

“You know I love flying and,” Ahsoka reaches for Din’s handshake. “I think they enjoyed their scenic tour.”

“How’s your prisoner?” Luke frowns as he faces the Mantis.

“Grogu put him under for easy transport.”

“Has he talked?”

“No.  We’ll do the interrogation in front of the Mando’ade.”

“Should they be here, Mand’alor?” Iviin Haran took a few steps away when the Mand’alor’s back stiffens.

When Din Djarin turns to Haran everyone went quiet. “N'usulu?*”

“Is the Jedi a part of this hearing?” Haran forces his voice to stay steady when he heard that cold voice.

“The Mand’alor has the freedom to choose anyone to this gathering.” Olar Vigg steps forward. “Everyone is invited.” Olar Vigg bows to the two Jedi. “The friends of our Mand’alor are welcome.”

“Gov. Wing, if you and your entourage would follow me?” Aylith steps in as the mood turned unbearably awkward plus she also had to put some distance between her and Din Djarin.  On the way to fetch the Mand’alor this morning she was shaken at what she accidentally saw at the island. That is another image that would play on a loop in her head. Shit! I don’t need another scene to distract me like that recording of him and that witch!

“Din, I’ll tag along, the Calodan would like to see a familiar face.” She waves goodbye at Din and Luke.

“Good Idea, Ahsoka! Thanks.”

‘What is it, father?’ Grogu look on at the councilwoman who is being trailed by the group of Calodans and Ahsoka when his father made a sound.

‘Nothing. I hope.’

‘Did she see anything?’

‘Not sure.’

‘I was fast. I gave your helmet to you quickly.’

‘Grogu, it was not your fault.’

‘Are we in trouble, father?’

‘No, kid. I’m the only one in trouble.’

‘No, father. WE are in trouble.’

‘Fine. We’ll be in trouble.’ He and Grogu sighed as one. They’ve been doing that a lot these days. ‘You seemed angry.’

‘Why do they always arrive when we are having fun?’

‘They?’ Din follows were the boy turns his attention to. ‘Ah! The Mandalorians.’

‘We were having fun and now it’s gone.’

‘I agree. I would try to do something about that.’

“Mand’alor…”

“Don’t. They’re talking.”

The 2nd chair looks surprised as the 3rd chair blocks him.  The older man looks at the younger up and down. “What do you mean…talking?”

“Master Vigg is right.”

The Mandalorian councilmen swung to the speaker; the Jedi.  He’s like a fly on the wall; unassuming and quiet but a soon as you notice the Jedi has this presence that you couldn’t ignore-a quiet dignity and strength.  

Jedi and Mandalorians had a violent past and in one the conflicts it even resulted in the destruction of Mandalore.  Both saw each other as a threat. It began as a misunderstanding between the two vastly different people. There were few Mando’ade alive who remembered the wars and battles between the Mandos and Jedi-it was costly and bloody for both sides. Some feel a deep-seated hate and animosity for the Jedi and vice versa up to this time.

But majority of the ones who are present have not been inculcated with the negative feelings towards the mysterious beings called the Jedi and they were very curious to meet one of them. Here they have two whom their king calls ‘friends.’

“They both have abilities.”

The 2nd chair turn to the Mand’alor and his foundling. The two face each other heads moving, hands gesturing, grunting and nodding.  “You call that talking? Who are you anyway?”

“Luke Skywalker.” The Jedi bows politely. “I’m the Mand’alor’s instructor.”

“Instructor? Why does he need one?”

“Anyone with Force abilities have to learn how to use and control them.”

“Really?” The 2^nd chair goes to Luke, “Controlled by whom?”

“By him.  He has powerful abilities and it has to be harnessed carefully.”

“And how many abilities does he have?”

“It is not my place to impart on the Mand’alor’s abilities.” When the Jedi slid his arms in his sleeves the talk stopped.

“What’s the topic?”

Three men turn to Din with different reactions. There was fear, surprise and a stoical expression. Luke nods as his padawan’s voice had none of that coldness of before. The child is a good balance for Din’s personality.

“Your ‘teacher’ is telling us you need to be trained.” The 2nd chair jerks his helmed head rudely to Luke as the Mand’alor stands beside the Jedi.  There was a time when these people were their enemies. Iviin Haran gave the two a disapproving look.

“Yeah, I look forward to our training tomorrow.”

“I’m glad. You need to continue your practice.”

“How long do Jedi train?”

“About twenty years.”

“Twenty years?!” The 2^nd IC blurts.

“Of hard and difficult tutelage from apprentice to Knight.”

“Blimey!” The 2^nd IC looks shocked. “How long did you train…uh…” The 2^nd IC hesitated as he turns to the jedi.

“May I proudly introduce Luke Skywalker…”

“We know who he is…” the 2^nd chair waved at Din to stop the introduction.

“…the prince of Naboo. Son of Queen Amidala. Son of Anakin Skywalker a former Jedi General in the Grand Army of the Republic and Jedi Knight.”

“That’s a long introduction, Din.” Luke shakes his head in amusement.

“Welcome to the Indomitable, His Royal Highness!” The 3^rd chair politely bowed to the dignified Jedi.

“No! Call me Luke. It’s much simpler, commander.”

“I heard the Mand’alor is the same. He is not for formality.” The 3^rd chair chuckles lightly.

“But the Mand’alor is mastering his abilities by leaps and bounds that even Lady Ahsoka Tano is impressed.”

“My lord, there’s an arena on this ship. Why not do the training right here?” The 2^nd IC offers gladly.

“Wait! Train here?!” the 2^nd chair almost bleated.

“That’s not a problem. We’ll re-arrange the schedule for the Mand’alor and his master tomorrow.” The 2^nd IC is excited and hoping to see what kind of Jedi training is like.  Last night’s account of the Mando’ade guards about how the Mand’alor’s rescue of the three children whets the commander’s imagination of how instinct, strength, speed and agility have been enhanced by what the Jedi call the ‘Force.’

“It’s time.” The 3^rd chair bows to Din when the shrill sound of a whistle reverberated in the hangar bay.

“Grogu, you go by my left.”

The 2^nd IC stands in front of Din, “And I will be your lead. This way, my lord.”

The Mando’ade turns smartly to the middle at the sharp announcement from the 2^nd IC. “The Mand’alor Din Djarin and his foundling Grogu Djarin!”

“Hail the Mand’alor and his foundling!”

Din and Grogu follow the 2^nd IC to the middle passing by the Mando’ade from different clans and houses. Din was satisfied to see his covert was given the honor to stand at the front row. Up at the stage Grogu beckons his prisoner to the middle then he stops beside Din. Gov. Wing, elder Ydela and the council sit on chairs on the other side of the stage. Din greets the Calodan with a nod.

“What is wrong with the accused?” The 2^nd chair’s voice booms.

“My son put him under a spell.”

“Un-spell him!” Haran got a shock at something that flares around the Mand’alor. “I mean, can you wake him up?” The 2^nd chair takes a step back; the Mand’alor and his son stare at him. The two look at each other for a few seconds then the father nods to the child. 

All eyes are on the most unusual foundling as he moves forward in that strange pod. With a wave of his hand the prisoner jerked awake after a few seconds.  The captive looks wary and then surprised while Grogu returns to Din’s side.

“What’s your name?” The 2^nd chair beat Aylith into speaking first again. She and the 3^rd chair exchange a look. There was supposed to be an introduction but the 2^nd chair butted in and threw the proceeding away.

“I’m…” the man swallowed before he could speak again. “What’s happening?” The accused is surprised to see people in front and around him. He focuses on the one he knew the most. “Din! What is this?”

“You will address the Mand’alor properly!” Haran’s voice booms in the space of the hangar bay.

“’Mand’alor?’” The intensity of everyone’s scrutiny even unsettled the Nite Owl. “But why am I here?”

“Is that all you can say?” The 2^nd chair yells in the face of Grogu’s prisoner but the man seemed bewildered. When the accused remained quiet the 2^nd chair got offended

“Stop!” Cabur Skirata spoke out loud when the 2^nd chair swung his hand. “He’s the foundling’s bounty! Don’t touch him!”  Din’s guards went on alert when Din moved away from his foundling.

“Let me talk to him.” Din motions the 2^nd chair to move aside. “Tell us your name.”

“Axe Woves.” The man answered in a jerky nod still looking confused. “What’s happening?”

“You were involved in violence between my son and my two attendants.”

The man blinks as if to clear his head of fog. “Me? Damn it! Why can’t I move? Did you do this to me?”

Din points at Axe, “Grogu restrained you using the Force.”

“The what? I don’t know what you’re talking about Din!”

“You assaulted the Mand’alor’s son! You don’t remember that?” The 2^nd chair steps forward to reclaim his place in the hearing.

“No! Why would I do that? Din helped the Nite Owls in our mission…”

“The Mand’alor!” The 2^nd chair shouts in Axe’s face.

“Let him speak!” The 2^nd chair staggers when Din pushes him off of Axe. Din grits his teeth every time the 2nd chair speaks. He wanted to punch the man for being such a fool and an asshole.

“Din, remember Trask?” Axe keeps glancing at the 2^nd chair in case the man attacks him again.

“That’s what I don’t understand I helped you with your mission, Axe.”

“Did I hurt your foundling?” Axe looks down at Grogu, distressed. “Did I?”

“He has recovered. Tell me what you remember.”

“Bo, Koska and I were on our way here after a Jedi talked to her about you.”

“You want to come here? Why?”

“After you left with Marshall Dune Bo was restless and angry. She hates the idea that you didn’t even want to set yourself as the new ruler of Mandalore. Bo wanted the Dark Saber badly, obsessively. She’s convinced she’s a better ruler for Mandalore. We tried to find you but you were not in Nevarro until...”

“Until Ahsoka called Bo Katan.”

“It was easy to track the transmission but…” the man hisses in frustration, “But I don’t remember what happened after that.”

“He could be lying.” The 2^nd chair sniffs.

“He’s telling the truth.” Din firmly states.

“By just talking to him?”

“By reading his thoughts,” Din turns away and ignores the stammering 2nd chair; even Axe appeared confused at what he heard. “Why does Bo Katan want to come here, Axe?”

“What else, do you think? To challenge you for the Dark Saber.”

“Bo Katan is dead.”

Axe jolts in astonishment, “Did you defeat her?” Axe glimpsed the Dark Saber partially hidden in Din’s cape. “Did Bo Katan die from the saber…?”

“No, she tried to kill Grogu and someone killed her in the brig. Her death is still unresolved.”

“Bo tried to kill your son?! But why?”

“I have the answer to your question…”

Far behind the phalanx of the lined Mando’ade a figure stands who look like a Mandalorian. The sea of warriors part in the middle to see who arrived. Immediately sounds of all kinds of weapons were raised toward the newcomer. The stranger’s shoulders shake with amusement as the helmet turn at the people aiming their weapons at her.

“Be careful fellas or you’ll all hurt yourself. Let me take all of that. Up!” Like she said they were relieved of all their weapons. The Mando’ade were stunned for they lost their blasters and all weapons holders were emptied and floated high up their heads including their jet packs.

“HALT! Who are you? Why are you wearing that armor?” Boomed the voice of the 2^nd chair from the stage.

“By pledge it became my right to wear it.” The stranger in beskar put a fist on its hip.

“And whom did you pledge with?”

“The Mand’alor, who else?”

“Let Kalon of Dathomir pass… my riduur!” Din could only smirk as he and Grogu exchange a glance. ‘Your mother surely knows how to make a grand entrance!’ Din quickly steps down the stage and meet Kalon halfway.

She wears a buy’ce like his and dressed in a tight flight suit and armor plates almost identical in design as Din’s but with the addition of flame-like etchings in glowing silver. A cape of dark rich velvet slung over her shoulders sways at every step of her thigh high armored leather boots.

“You have no idea how glad am I to see you.” Din whispers as he places Kalon to his right arm-her rightful place as his riduur.

“Really?” Kalon made the helmet disappear with a gesture. Her pale hair freed from the helmet tumbles down to her back. “That’s quite a different sentiment from yesterday.”

“I was a fool yesterday.” Din touches foreheads with her; the Mandalorian equivalent of a kiss but Kalon added a real kiss on the visor itself. It stirred the Mando’ade at their public display of affection.

“We are honored to have you with us on the Indomitable, Lady Kalon.” The 1^st chair honored their guest with a formal Mandalorian bow. Aylith had to grudgingly agree the witch looks more formidable than yesterday. 

“Thank you, kara-d’ala Hyru. It is good to be reunited with my family again.”

The accused went still with fear as her pale eyes fell on him. “How did you know me?” Axe gasps.

“What? What did she do?” The 2^nd chair looks at Axe and Kalon suspiciously.

“She spoke my name…in my head!”

“She read your mind?” The 2^nd chair’s gauntleted finger accuses the witch.

“Oh, don’t be so dramatic! I’ve been here since you all did your march!” Kalon giggles that she shocked the 2^nd chair. She disliked him immediately; such a coarse man. “He doesn’t remember anything.”

“That’s what we’re trying to find out.” The 3^rd chair gestures to Axe.

“No.” Kalon states with certainty. “He doesn’t know because he has been under a spell…from a witch.”

“A witch, eh?” The 2^nd chair points the gauntlet again at Kalon. He disliked her at first sight. “Was it you?”

“Listen to you! Accusing our Manda’alor’s riduur?”  Green eyes flashing in anger the 3^rd chair even removed his buy’ce to fully show his own indignation. “Apologize!”

“She’s a witch, isn’t she?” The 2nd chair stands his ground he was perplexed as the witch holds back her riduur. Would the Mand’alor let the witch kill him instead?

“You are accusing my wife of a crime, 2^nd chair.” Din scares Haran when he begins to take a few steps to him.

“I’m just establishing facts.” The 2^nd chair’s blood turned to ice.  “Uh…my lord.”

“Iviin Haran, be prudent of your words or I would kill you.”

“Mand’alor, I just…” Haran recoiled at the cold words.

“These were my son’s words which he wants me to tell you.” Din balls his fists. “We feel the same.”

“Mand’alor…” As Haran looks at the child the man trembles at the ‘flame’ that blazes larger and higher around the Mand’alor.

“Don’t be fooled by his size.” Din points at the man, “My son made you mute. 1st chair Hyru, oversee the hearing from now on.”

“Thank you, Mand’alor.” Aylith, the 3^rd chair and Din nod to each other and look at the 2^nd chair in amusement.

“Some of them are angry.” Din whispers to Kalon as Clan Saxon puts their heads together. Din reaches out to sense their feelings.

 “At us?” Kalon leans to Din, “I don’t want to read their thoughts…you know.”

“Unfortunately, I’m reading theirs.” Din turns to Kalon and squeezes her hand, “Mother fuckers!” Din snarls.

Kalon looks away so no one can see her laughter, “Some are shocked at Haran’s words.”

‘Grogu! What are you doing?’

‘He’s hungry and thirsty, father.’

‘Dank Farrik!’ Din looks on concerned when the boy starts taking food from his pod. ‘Don’t open your dome too low! Don’t go too close.’

“What’s the child doing?” The 3^rd chair takes a step in case the child might need help or protection. He suddenly wants to protect the little one. 

“He wants to give food and water to his prisoner.”

“But isn’t he angry at him?” Aylith asks in disbelief.

“No. This won’t take long.” They stand like guard dogs while Grogu feeds the man from his own stash.

“If the man has been bewitched as lady Kalon said, how do we remove it?”

“I’ll locate and erase it as soon as my son finished feeding his bounty.” Kalon helps Grogu prepare more food by cutting it into bite size pieces. The rest of the people made sounds of amazement at the display of the supernatural ability of the Mand’alor’s family.

“How will you do it?” Aylith schools her thoughts in the presence of many mind readers around her. If Din…the Mand’alor read her thoughts she would be horribly embarrassed.

“I shall probe his mind to see what kind of spell my sister used.” Kalon winks at Alith as the other woman tensed.

“Probe his mind?” Aylith steps in front of Kalon, concerned. “Is that dangerous?”

“No, I did the same to Din and he’s okay, weren’t you, my love?” Kalon sweetly leans to Din.

“Uncomfortable but survivable.”

“No more please. child. If I may have some water?”

A few small spheres of water came out and floats from the pod; it was enough to quench his thirst.  “Thank you, child. I don’t remember any of the things they said I did to you or your friends.”

“Cyar’ika, the man tells the truth.” 

Din wanted to snort in amusement. Kalon is being her sassy self again - flirty, coquettish. It’s all for him. ‘Cyar’ika, later. Not now.’  And what did that saucy witch do? She winked and gave him another flying kiss.  Din rolls his eyes and sighs. “You may speak, 2^nd chair.” Kalon pouts at him when he gave her a nod and a shrug.

“Uh…uh, thank you, my lord. Innocent or not he was still responsible for sowing fear to these children.”

“I hate to admit it but I agree with you.” Aylith and the 3^rd chair nod in agreement to her statement.

“We cannot make the accused pay for a crime he has no memory of. He is as much of a victim as my boys.”

“Not pay?” That got a negative reaction from the Calodan delegates. “Commander, what do you mean?” Gov. Wing shuffles.

“Please do not worry, Governor. We will not let you leave without any closure. I promise that.”

“Din, I’m ready now. Let’s do it. I’m more scared of what’s inside my head than anything else.” The Nite Owl looks determined.  

“I know what you mean.” Luke and Din exchange a nod. “Kalon…”

“I do not need to touch you but you must relax. I can’t enter your mind if you fight me.”

“It’s a little uncomfortable but you’ll survive it.” Din says but Axe’s smile vanished as Kalon steps in front of him.

“Do what you must, my lady.” Axe took a deep breath.

“Let’s begin.”

-o0o-

 

 

 

 

 

 

Chapter 48: GAR TALDIN NI JAON'YC; GAR SA BUIR ORI'WADAASLA

Summary:

While helping Grogu find a Jedi, an accident on Tython turned Din Djarin to a Force sensitive. Caught at a crossroads, he went back to Calodan to become the padawan of Ahsoka Tano but…Din’s other life has caught up with him.

A/N: I love the story of Din Djarin and Grogu. Also I am writing this because of the force of my inspiration Pedro Pascal and not for monetary gain. I have spoken. This is the way!

1 : Yuno, Din's attendant would look like kid on the side of the road from Season 2 Episode 15-The Believer.

2: On Pinterest see Din Djarin’s cute cottage in Calodan under the name Acer Wolfe at Silver Moon Inuyoukai board. You can also see the picture of the Mantis, Din’s new vehicle and the cliffs where Din and Grogu went to.

3: Ka'ra’jag – Councilman

4: Ka’ra’dala- Councilwoman

5: Keldabe kiss - a Mandalorian term for a headbutt. It shared its name with Keldabe, former capital city of the planet Mandalore.

PADAWAN

CHAPTER 48

Gar taldin ni jaon'yc; gar sa buir, ori'wadaasla.

*Nobody cares who your parent was, only the parent you'll be.*

FROM CHAPTER 47:

“I do not need to touch you but you must relax. I can’t enter your mind if you fight me.” Kalon says as she stands before the captive.

“It’s a little uncomfortable but it’s survivable.” Din jokes to make things light.  

Axe’s smile faded away as he made his decision. “Do what you must.” Axe gulps in fear of what’s going to transpire and took a deep breath to calm himself.

“Let’s begin.” Kalon and Din solemnly nod to each other.

-o0o-

It was ironic that both races had almost been devastated by the Empire. Both Mandalorians and Jedi are still being hunted.  What’s left were second-hand stories of the time their Mandalorian ancestors went to battle the mystical Jedi with their glowing light sabers and preternatural physical abilities. The new and the remnant of their Mandalorian generation have never set eyes on a Jedi nor do they know anything about the mysterious witches of planet Dathomir. The Mando’ade were a-buzz and the air is thick with expectation and excitement at the impending mystical event that for many of them is a rare thing to observe.

“Wait!”

“Oh hell no! What is it now, 2^nd chair?”  Too late the 1^st Chair forgot her manners in her hungover state; Aylith’s sigh was full of irritation. Her feeling was echoed by the Mando’ade who hooted in disapproval.

“I…I just want the lady…Kalon…to tell us what she’s doing to the captive! What’s wrong with that?!” The Mando’ade grumbled in response.

“Din,” Kalon lays a soothing hand on Din’s chest. “relax.” An equal sound of displeasure arose when Kalon intercepted Din. It’s obvious for everyone to see the tension between the 1^st and 3^rd Chair and the Mand’alor against the 2^nd Chair and the Mand’alor needs to control the 2^nd chair.  “It’s fine, cyar’ika.”

“Let me just put him in his place.” Din growls low. He’d had enough; he doesn’t mind the discourtesy to himself but not the disrespect to his wife.

“No, Din!” But Din’s gone, striding to the argument of the three Mandalorian council people.

“Second chair, this is too much!” Aylith protests as she and Olar Vigg gang up against the boor Haran.

“What else do you want to demand next?” Olar shakes his head in infuriation. “If you could only try to speak discreetly.” Vigg says in voice meant only for Haran to hear.

“Why would I need to speak discreetly to that upstart…?”

A low roar of amazement fills the launch bay. The Mando’ade starts putting their heads together, murmuring when Din takes slow steps, hoping to see the Mand’alor dispense some form of castigation.

“Calm down everyone.” Din says to the gathering.  “2^nd chair, we welcome your presence but you are no help.”

“I’m…I’m just doing my duty, my lord….ah…ah…” The older man looks up at the ‘flame’ that billows behind the man. “Mighty ancestors!” Yes, it is unsettling as they say.

“Your duty is to keep the peace not disrupt it!” Someone shouted from the crowd. Soon people were nodding their heads.

“I am the second chair…”

“And I’m the 1^st chair who is telling you to stand down.”

“Just give us a wide space.” Kalon says to distract the people from getting worked up. She made her gloves invisible to Grogu’s delight and the air buzz as the Mando’ade talk about Kalon’s powers.

“Why?” Haran once more forgot his precarious position to the disappointment of the congregation.

Kalon raises her brows at the annoying official. “So you won’t get affected.”

“Affected?” It brought fear into the older Saxon male at the glowing eyes the witch turns to him.

“I said this before-anyone near a mind-meld would turn psychotic.” Ahsoka’s statement was seconded by nods from Luke and Din.  

“Let my riduur continue.” Din got a united nod of agreement from the congregation while he waits until Iviin Haran goes back to his place with the 1st and 3rd chair. “You may proceed, cyar’ika.”

“Then I need to change into my official vestments.” The witch did something again with a simple gesture; the armor and cape changed into the full matriarch regalia-with a headdress made of gold and obsidian gems, and the dark gown she wears were done with elaborate stitches and embroidered with more of the same precious metal and gems. “As requested,” With a deep breath Kalon put her hands together and a glowing ball float and enlarge when she opens them. “So you will see what I see.”

Axe Woves closed his eyes as Kalon brings her hand on his head again.

All eyes were drawn on that sphere as the first images take shape; fuzzy and hazy at first…then some figures appear and the audience realized with wonder they’re watching a scene from Axe Woves’ eyes.

In the sphere Axe was talking to the unhelmed Bo Katan and Koska Reeves, they were looking intently at some maps, discussing something but their talk became edgy as it devolved into an aggressive argument. Though the audience couldn’t hear any sound their faces were incensed, eyes livid with anger, hands thrown up in furious gestures. As the shouting match went on Koska looks tense as she tried to break up the argument but she was unsuccessful.

Ahsoka nods to Din when the memory got to that part where Ahsoka called Bo Katan; the leader of the Nite Owls looked quite smug after the call. Axe and Koska shared a dubious glance at each other at what Bo said.  Then the Nite Owls became busy preparing the ship for a flight. Midway in the preparation something made them freeze and turn around sharply. The audience were surprised at the bright light and the next thing one is on the floor with a hole on the chest. Axe was turning his head quickly, looking or where the shot came from and it made Din dizzy looking at the sphere.

The silent figure stands at the door of the cockpit, darkening the entry.  Axe and the other one who were momentarily stunned drew their blasters at a person in a deep hood, face unseen. Axe must be talking; the blaster move with his words as well as the other person.  Then the view moved like it’s being shaken and then the view changed. Din sucked in a breath as the Mando’ade react when they understood what was happening.  

“What’s happening there?” The 2^nd chair took a step back at the groan of annoyance roared across the floor and all helm turn to Haran.

“His helmet had been lifted from him.” Din said.

“What? How?” When Haran took off his helm the man’s face is kind of red under it.

“The force.” Din frowns concerned at what he felt about the old man.

“Force? What force?”

“We will explain later, 2^nd chair!” Aylith sounds so irritated and she looked as if she‘s about to totally lose her temper.

“Avoid interrupting! May we proceed?” The 3^rd chair pointed to Kalon who paused the probe.

“Uh yes, of course!” Haran waved a hand to let it continue. “My…my…apologies, my…lady.”

“So, may we continue then?” Kalon rises a brow. The Matriarch of Dathomir smirks at the 1^st chair.

“Yes, lady Kalon. Do continue.”

And like a holo that could be paused and played the figures continued and it moved again to the scene when the dark robed figure reached out towards Axe.  A hand with long red nails like a talon grabs Axe’s head, holding it steady.  The eyes begin to glow deep in the dark hood.  Axe seemed to be struggling judging from the side-to-side movement of his head. Axe seemed to be in pain, hands tense. He was trying to get the person’s hand away from him but the struggling ceased at the flash from the unknown person’s eyes.

Din stares at Kalon thinking  how different the two witches’ styles are.  When Kalon did a mind meld with him Din only felt confusion and a feeling of shock that his secrets are being uncovered so easily, so to speak, but Din wasn’t hurt.

Din was shaken out of his musings at the people’s voices and looks up at the sphere as Kalon lowers her hand. The people were saying, ‘Her face! I see her face!’

Din sucked in a gasp as he goes to Kalon’s side, Grogu floating along in his pod. In the sphere the figure looked up and as she did so the hood feel down her shoulders…

“It was Ira.”

-o0o-

“Does this mean the witches are at war with us?”

“No! Why would they be at war with us?” Olar Vigg threw up his hands in the air.

“That…what is the name of that witch?”

“Her name is Ira. She’s my sister….”

“See? Her sister! They are in cahoots!”

The 1^st and 3^rd chair turn their head sharply and the 2^nd chair look at them, at all of them, in confusion.

“2^nd chair, in Dathomir all of the women there are called sisters just like we Mandalorians call every one ‘vod’ but that doesn’t mean they are blood relatives.” Olar Vigg explains.

“Ah, you know many things about those witches, don’t you?”

“Yes, I have personally traveled to Dathomir and had some business dealings there therefore I have gotten to know things about the witches.”

“Ka'ra’jag Haran,” The councilman turns to face Kalon. “I understand your concern but as the matriarch of Dathomir I assure you we’re not at war with the Mandalorians.”

“Ka'ra’jag Tad, I’m her riduur and our aliit is a Mandalorian; why would she wage war with us?” Din’s reasoning was agreed upon by many nodding helms. The 2^nd chair had no answer to the question.

“The witch is named Ira. She and I have been rivals since we were children. She hated the idea that I adopted a child who wasn’t human because as a male he wouldn’t be useful as a donor in our society.”

“Donor for what?” Olar Vigg said something to Haran and he looked more shocked. 

“To make babies, 2^nd chair. That is the only use for males in my society.”

“That’s…”

“Disgusting?”

“Did you marry the Mand’alor for that purpose?”

“You like asking outrageous questions.  No, I did not.”

“If you are not in cahoots with this woman why did she do this?”

“I killed her lover. She wanted to return my son to the empire…”

“The Empire is gone.”

“No, it is not.” Din intones. “Calodan was under an imperial rule…’

“It was a remnant!”

“Nevertheless, Calodan was enslaved and turned into an industrial center to create weapons for the empire. Their technology is still on the planet and the further proof is this cruiser we are standing on; this belonged to Moff Gideon.”

“Yes, Moff Gideon is the head of that laboratory where I found Grogu, cyar’ika.”

“And Dr. Pershing.” Din’s gloves creaked when he balled his hands.

“Who is that?”

“The man in charge of undertaking appalling experiments.”

“Experiments?”

“Cloning.”

“What kind of…”

“One moment, 2^nd chair. We digress. Lady Kalon, so Ira’s motivation for trying to assassinate your son is…”

“What else? Vengeance.” Kalon sighs deeply as she turns to look at the male Nite Owl.

“What is it, Kalon?”

“My mind probe isn’t finished; I have to do it now while…”

“While…?”

“While he’s still alive.”

“What? Alive?”

“There’s a kill switch planted in his head. I can’t explain at length but I cannot stop right now.” Without a further word Kalon returns to her ‘patient’ saying an incantation that sounded as if she’s summoning forth something.

“A kill switch.” Luke shakes his head. “That’s cruel.”

“What is it? Sounds like a bomb.” Olar Vigg looks at the Jedi.

“It’s used by the Sith and anyone using the dark arts but it’s been banned by the Jedi.”  Ahsoka shrugs. “I’ve dealt with this before.”

“I got it!” Din and the others rush to Kalon who is using the Force to pull out a tentacled creature from Axe’s head; the silver tattoos on her arms and hands shine bright fighting the ghostly and translucent thing. In one hand she keeps the creature afloat and in another she forms another ball of light where Kalon traps it.

“Din…everyone, stand back!” Ahsoka takes one of her sabers and Luke did the same. Ahsoka points the hissing saber towards the creature inside the globe. “Don’t come near it!”

“Why? What will happen?” The 3^rd chair sounds tense as he aims his blaster at the creature.

“It would try to find a host so stay back!”

“That wouldn’t work Din.” Kalon said after Din closed Grogu’s clear dome. “This is dark magic.” A barrier popped around Grogu’s pod. ‘Now he’s safe.’

“What can I do?” Din grits his teeth at feeling useless, the dark saber in his hand flares seeming to echo his sentiment.

“You, Grogu and Luke protect the Mando’ade and the Calodan. Kalon and I will protect everyone here.” Ahsoka took control of the situation. “Ka’ra’dala Hyru and Ka'ra’jag Haran and Ka’ra’jag Vigg take everyone below the stage.”

“You’ll face that thing between the two of you?”

“No, of course not, my love! I will call for back up. Go!”

“Ni kar'tayli gar darasuum.” He and Kalon both intoned as they touch heads together.

“Grogu, come with me.” Din looks behind him as he steps down the stage. He was glad to be doing something because Kalon is still busy taking care of Axe at the moment and she needs all the concentration to keep that thing under control. Din has a bad feeling about everything as he looks back at his wife with a worried frown. “Don’t be alarmed everyone, my riduur is bringing some reinforcements.”

“What reinforcements?” Here goes the 2^nd chair again, that’s the meaning of the people’s groan. “More witches?! What the hell?” The 2^nd chair sputters at the Mand’alor’s nod.

“2^nd chair, come away! There’s danger being near it!” Aylith firmly took Haran by the arm and marched him down the left stairs.

Kalon extends a hand and a portal blink into existence and from its darkness four women steps out; one of them is someone Din had met before-the red-headed Sayir. The four sisters gather around the smaller sphere after Kalon explained the situation and what is to be done. Sayir took her place opposite Kalon but not before giving Din a respectful bow. Din wonders how he earned some respect from the red-haired witch. The witches immediately form a circle, hands toward the smaller orb and together started a flow of incantation in a language no one had never heard of before. It sounds like a song with the cadence coming like a wave. Then for some strange reason a gust of wind began to swirl at that launch bay where none should be that billows their capes, stirs their clothing and made the hair of the six witches flutter then undulate in the breeze. When the wind begins to gather strength and blow harder people took some steps back murmuring, worried and confused.

“Move Grogu further Din. Din?” Luke says but jaw-drops when he looks to his side.

-o0o-

“Hey, little buddy.” Din looks up at Grogu who leans over from his spot at Din’s shoulder. The boy whimpers, big brown eyes reflecting worry. “What’s going on?” he was surprised that he is in the Mantis’ bedroom. 

“Thank the Mothers you didn’t get hurt.” Kalon lowers the glowing hand that hovers over Din’s chest.

“What just happened?” Din realized there were other people there.  Luke, Ahsoka and Kalon were looking down on him and it made the room suddenly cramped.

“We were halfway on banishing the entity but it swiftly fought back and then….” Kalon took his hand and wrapped hers around it.

“And…?” Din grunts as he tries to sit and Kalon pulls him up.

“You used the Dark Saber!” Now that she’s sure Din’s okay Ahsoka turned the swivel chair around and straddles it, sighing her relief and continues in her animated story. “You were thrown back when you defeated the creature.”

“I remember nothing. So did I kill it?”

“You must have. The creature gave out this huge shriek, there was a bright light and then the thing vanished!” Ahsoka is wide-eyed in excitement.

“Vanished?” Din sits up as he makes sure his helm sits evenly on his head.  “Where did it go?”

“Gone. Dead, I suppose.” Ahsoka’s statement was confirmed by Luke and Kalon.

“So, what are you not telling me?”

Luke, Ahsoka and Kalon trade glances as if asking each other who’s going to break the news to Din.  Luke nods to Kalon and Ahsoka as if on a non-verbal agreement.  “I accept the responsibility. So if the ladies would give us some privacy?”

Ahsoka bumped fists with Din and Kalon left with Ahsoka after a Keldabe kiss, the two women talk quietly as they left the room. Grogu didn’t join his mother but asked permission to stay with his father. Luke goes to the other bed and took a seat, folding his arms inside his sleeves while the Mandalorian took a deep breath after he removed his helm.

“Kill me with suspense, Luke.” Din got the serious looking Jedi to grin and snort a chuckle.

“I…am trying to piece the detail. Things happened very quickly and even I was a little confused.”

“Anyone injured?”

“Not to worry, everyone’s fine.”

“Is Axe Woves alive?” Din sighed with relief at the nod.

“He’s a lucky fellow; he’s been released from Grogu’s spell and taken to the infirmary.”

“How about the Calodan delegation? How are they?”

“They’re all fine although a little shaken by what they saw.” Luke said a little hurriedly. “Actually, everyone was in shock today.” The Jedi made himself more comfortable by sitting a little straight on the edge of the bed. “If you remember, you and I were with the Mandalorian clans…” Din nods in confirmation as he and Grogu face Luke. ”Kalon summoned her sisters and they commenced to do an incantation to send the creature or kill the creature, in my understanding.  It had an effect on the thing and it began to writhe, attacking the barrier, trying to escape…the witches looked alarmed.” Luke frowns. ‘I didn’t notice you left my side but there you were on that stage with a pulsing Dark Saber and you held it out towards the creature and…”

“What?”

“It disappeared.”

“Was there something more?”

‘You were glowing, buir!’

“What?” Both Grogu and Luke shake their head in the affirmative. “That’s…”

“Ridiculous? There were many witnesses, Din.”

“But everyone’s okay?”

“Yes, thanks to your actions.”

“I don’t remember any of it. I really don’t.”

“I believe …” The Jedi looks on worriedly as his padawan stands up from the bed with a soft groan. “Where are you going?”  

“There are still many things to do and settle between the Calodan and clan Kryze.” Din makes sure the jet pack clicks on the harness. “What the hell?” Din jerks his hand back from the Dark Saber on the side table by the bed and cursed under his breath.

“Din? What is it?” The Jedi from Tattoine has a deep frown; his padawan stands frozen.

“Uh, for a moment there…I saw something. Might be nothing.”

“What did you see?”

His teacher looks so serious. “A man…no, a Mandalorian. He wears an old armor design.  I haven’t seen him before.”

“What does he looks like?”

“Thin faced, looks serious but his eyes were wise and old. I uh…can’t remember anything else.”

“Are you sure?” All he got from his padawan is a deep sigh.

“I’m fine, Luke, just a little off but I can manage.” Din wears the helm after he made sure Grogu is clean in his nappies, he settles  the boy back in the pod, then replenishes the child’s water and food from the basket.

Luke was thinking how lucky Grogu was as Din goes about making sure his child is not wanting anything while his father goes about his duties and responsibilities. He follows the two back out of the Mantis but his head is churning with the cryptic words of his student. As Din, Luke and Grogu come down at the Mantis ramp they came upon some people huddled at the bottom of the ramp.

“My lord,” the 2^nd in command and the 3^rd chair stands up from their haunches. “why didn’t you tell us your ship needs repairs?”

“The damage wasn’t that extensive. When we had time my son and I were going to repair it ourselves but…” Din shakes his head as he and Grogu shrug, “we had to postpone it. And Grogu says we don’t have the right tools.”

“This is a minor repair, wouldn’t take an hour. Our ships are also our weapons so it has to be in fighting condition. If I may?”

“Why not? Thank…”

“No need to thank us, my lord. I think the Calodan are waiting for you.” They all turn to the small delegate who is being entertained by Ahsoka.

-o0o-

“What have I missed?”

“Oh! Master Din!” The governor of Calodan approach Din with a voice full of concern. “Are you alright?” The old man holds Din away from him checking him out from head to toe and back.

“I’m fine, governor but…”

“You saved us…again!” Elder Ydela, looking more put together, claps her hands to express her amazement then to Din’s surprise, impulsively reached out and gave Din a hug.  

“I’m afraid I don’t remember what happened, elder Ydela.” The elder pats Din on the hand, careful not to touch any of the weapons all over the Mandalorian’s arm.

“Well, it certainly was a sight to behold,” The apothecary gave Din another hug, “but all of us were just relieved you are unscathed, my son!”

“As long as you’re all unharmed, that’s all I’m concerned about.  Elder Ydela, thank you for the food basket.  Grogu said he liked it.” The elder waves his thanks away with a smile. That food basket was a blessing. He didn’t trust anything that was edible in the Mantis.

“Oh, it’s nothing.  We wouldn’t want the little one to get hungry, wouldn’t we?” The old woman gave Grogu a light pinch on the cheek.

“People like our Mand’alor.” Olar Vigg says to Luke with a tinge of admiration.

“He’s a good man. I’m proud he’s my padawan. He was willing to put his life in danger. Not anyone would do that.”

“Believe me when I say that not even some Mandalorians would do what he did.” Olar Vigg took a deep breath after he took off his helm. He focuses on the man before him to rest his eyes from viewing the ‘flame’.

“Din hates the empire. He lost his parents and his home to it.” Luke glances at his student as he follows the Mandalorian official.  The 3^rd Chair is right; it’s hard to fake genuine affection.

“Governor, elders,” The 3^rd chair bows to the Calodans, “we must talk about the children who were involved so let’s do it in the conference room, we can also have some tea.” He received smiles and bows from everyone at the mention of refreshments.

Zhan Tal’din steps forward with a bow. “I’m the aide of lady Aylith and if you follow me...”

Before they followed the aide-de camp the governor and the elders bowed to Din but it was Gov. Wing and elder Ydela who gave their commander in chief extra hugs in parting.

Din and the 3^rd chair trail the Calodan delegates leisurely as the aide de camp match the pace of his elderly charges. The Calodans are much in awe of the ship and the aide made sure to keep them amused by pointing areas of interest along the way.

“Ka'ra’jag Vigg, where’s the 1^st and 2^nd chair?”

“Regrettably, the 2^nd chair has been taken ill.”

“Ill? Why?”

“Haran is not a young man as you know, and, to see a disturbing supernatural event up close….” The 3^rd chair let the sentence hang with a shrug. 

“Is he in a bad shape?” Din rephrased his question when he realized he used a slang from another language. “I mean, is he alright?”

“The baar’rur is with him. I presume the 1^st chair would give us an update.” Olar Vigg assures Din.

“Master Din, this place is huge!”

Din and Olar Vigg look into the room where the Calodan elders sit on the ledge that serves as a seat and a bed.

“We’re taking a short rest, sirs.” The aide joined his charges on the remaining space as the Calodan Council of Elders chuckle at their slow progress.

“I’m afraid our bones weren’t as spry as it used to.” Elder Ydela giggles behind her hand.

“What is this place?” Gov. Wing looks up at the bright light on the ceiling.

“This is the brig. They put their prisoners here. This is where Grogu was kept after his abduction.”

“Is that so?” The 3^rd chair Even Olar Vigg look around the 20 x 20 square feet space.

“He was in shackles.”

“That must have shocked you, to see your son in dire straits, master Djarin.” Gov. Wing’s words were agreed by the other elders who gasped in surprise when they heard the word ‘shackle’.

“It filled me with rage to see first-hand how the empire had abused my boy…”

“Is this where you fought Moff Gideon, my lord?”

“Yes. Here…” Din walks outside the brig where there’s a long, ragged tear on the wall.

“It looks melted!” Yuno dashed out of the brig and  looks up at the ragged gash. Beside him Jem joins Yuno in closely examining the wall, both boys were open-mouthed in wonder.

“Oh my….” Gov. Wing gasps as he runs his fingers on the melted metal.  “what can do damage like that?”

“My sword.” At that the elders gather around the area to see it more clearly. What happened on this would stay with him forever.

“Mand’alor.” Everyone turns to a Mandalorian, the Armorer of Din’s covert in her horned gold helm. Kalon is directly behind her and she took to Din’s side, twining her fingers around his.

“Alor.” Din bows to his leader but as he did so he read something; outwardly the Armorer is composed as he had always seen her but with his abilities, he realized it wasn’t so. Din felt this uncomfortable discovery when he met the other members of his tribe and the rest of the Mando’ade.  

“A word, if I may?”

-o0o-

“What do you want to talk about, alor?” Din waits until everyone’s inside before he punches the lock of the sliding doors. Kalon picks Grogu up from his pram and they both have a moment cuddling and hugging each other.

The Armorer makes a complete round of the entire conference room before she gave her full attention to Din. “I have a question, Mand’alor.”

“Yes, alor?”

"Din Djarin, have you ever removed your helmet?"

“Mother…” Din hung his head.

“Mother?!” Kalon gasps. Even Grogu got shocked that his eyes went wide open.

“I will ask again; have you ever removed your helmet?"

"Yes, I have." Din reached up and lifts the helm despite the tensing of his mother’s shoulders.

“Why did you remove it?”  Her tone sounds as a parent would whose child has let them down despite their dutiful teaching and guidance.  

That tone; that’s the one he’s familiar with since he was a boy. It wasn’t forceful nor intimidating but it commands an answer; an honest one.  That’s why she’s an effective leader and a good mother. “It happened on this ship at the bridge when I saved Grogu-he asked to see my face…” Din also felt how his words affected the Armorer, it hurt her to hear his admission.

“It was in front of other people?” The armorer sighs after Din nods.  "Then Din Djarin, you know what will happen."

“Mother, forgive me.” Overcome, Din immediately fell on one knee in front of his parent and leader.

Her hand made as if she wants to lay it on Din’s bowed head but she changed her mind and turned away, “As your mother I could forgive you but as your alor…”

“Isn’t it about time we change, mother?”

The armorer feels a pinch in her heart as she looks down at Din’s upturned face.  What she sees isn’t the grown man on his knees but the scared young boy of eight who clung to her husband’s hand when he presented him to her.  “Change? Explain.”

“By removing our helmets in public it would cease the division between the clans and houses.” Din got up on his feet at the armorer’s bidding.

“Shouldn’t we be the model of upholding tradition, ad? Is this what you want your child to learn from you?”

“Factions were the reasons why it was easy for the Empire to subdue and destroy us. If we continue this path we’d be continuing that division again.”

“The others…”

“The others would follow your lead.” Din steps forward to the woman who raised him as her own.

With a sad sigh, she reaches out and cradles Din’s face in both hands. “It’s been a long time since I’ve seen your face, son.”

“I would abide by your decision, mother.”

“You would choose to lose our covert?”

“No, it is my hope for us to rejoin the Mando’ade and begin anew.” Din reaches up for his mother’s hand. “I would like to see you there, mother, beside us.” The armorer and Din turn to look at Kalon and Grogu. The little boy whimpers as he tries to reach out to the woman. The armorer took the boy’s hand in hers.

“I will convene the covert.” She said slowly. She walks out the door as the buy’ce covers Din’s face again.

-o0o-

 

Chapter 49: WARY

Summary:

While helping Grogu find a Jedi, an accident on Tython turned Din Djarin to a Force sensitive. Caught at a crossroads, he went back to Calodan to become the padawan of Ahsoka Tano but…Din’s other life has caught up with him.

A/N: I love the story of Din Djarin and Grogu. Also I am writing this because of the force of my inspiration Pedro Pascal and not for monetary gain. I have spoken. This is the way!

1 : Yuno, Din's attendant would look like kid on the side of the road from Season 2 Episode 15-The Believer.

2: On Pinterest see Din Djarin’s cute cottage in Calodan under the name Acer Wolfe at Silver Moon Inuyoukai board. You can also see the picture of the Mantis, Din’s new vehicle and the cliffs where Din and Grogu went to.

3: Alor-leader

PADAWAN

CHAPTER 49

WARY

"The Moff has a light cruiser. It could be helpful in your effort to regain Mandalore."

―Din Djarin, to Bo-Katan Kryze

The Indomitable

“Something wrong, Din?”  Luke sees his padawan slow down and stop. This did not happen just once but at almost every junction. The Jedi thought Din might be sensing something he couldn’t.

“Just feeling weird, it feels like I’d accidentally bump into an imp at every corner.”  Din shakes his head as two Mandalorians stop and bow to them, ‘but I see them instead.’

“I do remember this place very well.” Luke understands the time when Din was on this Imperial Class 546 Arquitens command Cruiser and his son had been kept here as a prisoner and subjected to whatever atrocity on his person. “This place is full of your people now, Din,” But what Luke said landed on deaf ears. ‘By the way, I’m sorry about your covert.’

‘It’s out of my hands.’ 

‘Do they know?’ Luke asks after the hall had been almost deserted. 

‘Doesn’t matter. They already think my covert is strange so…’ the unfinished sentence was capped off with a shrug.

Luke and Din returned the nod of a group of Mando’ade who made way for them. “And how were the talks going?”

“Not as good as many expected it to be.”

“Have they come to blows?”  The idea of the elderly Calodans brawling with the Mandalorians at the conference room made them chuckle.

“Not when I was there. For the most part I was an observer at the back.” Din’s conversation with Luke and with Ahsoka is more open and freer unlike with Greef Karga. The latter was always tinged with conditions and postulations and bravado as well. He’s Din’s employer while Luke and Ahsoka are akin to his friend and he likes the two Jedi. “I would’ve preferred you or Ahsoka to be his champions but you were both his teachers. “

‘And the Mandalorians?'

‘Only Olar Vigg volunteered but the Calodan beat him to it.’

‘I’m surprised.’ Luke understands Din’s strategy of shifting their conversation from verbal to non-verbal and it worries the Jedi; Din doesn’t trust his own people. It is a concept that is disparate with the Jedi.

“Gov. Wing said that Grogu’s welfare is also in their interest. They promised to speak for him. I couldn’t be Grogu’s spokesperson because I have undue influence.”

“And rank.”

“Yeah. It was also pointed out.”

“Have they made any progress?”

“They bilaterally agreed on a few minor items after two days. The argument lasted hours and now emotions were shot because nothing is moving along.”

“Yes, a recess would help both parties.”

“Meetings are not my thing. It was animated, though.” Their amused chuckle got some attention from the Mando’ade.

“I’m surprised that it took that long.” Luke nods curtly to some Mandalorians. He didn’t have to see their faces to know they were glaring at them.

They continue their walk towards the training arena despite people stopping them; those who wanted to introduce themselves and have a quick word or two, those who were genuinely interested in knowing Din and those who were trying to curry a favor or two. With the kinds of people he meets these days he’s going to have rely more on his abilities to help sort things out. “My people learned a valuable lesson-they thought it would be easy to intimidate the elderly Calodans.” Din said on account of the comment of one of the people who talked to them on the hallway. The Mando’ade were closely following the talks so they have something to entertain them by.

“That’s humbling. By the way, I saw Grogu on my way up;” Luke tries to hold a chuckle but the young man failed, he cups a hand over his mouth, “he doesn’t look happy.”

Din joined the young Jedi in the light laugh, “I sent him back to Ahsoka but he gives me the ‘you-betrayed-me’ looks.” The Mandalorian’s pauldron shake in amusement. Din is happy whenever he’s with either the two Jedi; he is thankful to have two Force users that he could trust.

“He already knows what I’ve been teaching him.” The young Jedi admits.  

“Ahsoka said many Jedi taught Grogu for many years,” Din sighs just as a father would at a brilliant but disinterested child. “I saw him use a powerful ability before, I wouldn’t be alive if he...” The warrior’s voice got gruff.  Din was spared some embarrassment as the doors hissed open; he swiftly walks inside to check the arena set up.

“What did you bring?” Luke places his carefully folded overcoat on the bench by the door as he adjusts his all-black outfit.

Like his padawan, Luke doesn’t really like being in places where the empire used to exist like this cruiser. Although the Mandalorians tried to transform the ship by painting their national sigil the skull of the Mythosaur but its outline has been known as the symbol of oppression and death. The Jedi has to set aside his uneasiness and trust the Mandalorians that any Imperial remnant has been removed or terminated on the ship.

Din observes his teacher; every time his teacher would put on or take off his overcoat, he would give it a vigorous shake first.  Luke said it’s an old Tattoine habit to make sure no sand nor insect crawl in their clothing.  “All of it.” Din answers while doing some arm stretching. He steps further into the room to inspect the arena; some obstacles were placed and stacked all over the arena for a more stimulating exercise. “So far not bad, more room to move.”

“Alright, what workout do you want to do first?” With one move Luke unclips and ignites his lightsaber after his student pulls out the weapon from behind him, “Ah, you’ve been practicing that with Ahsoka, I take it.”

“Well, Ahsoka kills me every time.” Din chuckles as his teacher watches him execute his drill with the Beskar spear.  

“How about that?”  Impressed at the power and control Din wields the weapon, he makes it look as if the spear is made of wood. As he joins his student in the pre-lesson warm up the Jedi caught the Darksaber on Din’s belt. “Any issue from the last time?”

Din let go of a puff of breath as he breaks his exercise, the spear stops with a ‘whupping’ sound, its sharp end points to the steel floor.  “Not since then.”

“Good, I suppose.” The Jedi nods, the harsh lights from the arena shines down his hair. The Jedi goes back to doing exercises with his saber; it resounds with that familiar deep ‘whum’ on the walls of the vast room. “You’re not going to remove your jet pack?”

Din stops mid-twirl above his head, “No, we fight in full gear.” Din has a trace of smile in his voice, “Hey, I remember that; you used it with your fight with the dark troopers.”

“Your memory serves you right!” The Jedi went on with his warm up, the hum amplified as the sound bounce in the great chamber.

“I kept the recording.” The Mandalorian taps his helmet.

“Is that so?” the Jedi gave Din a bright smile, liking what he heard.

“It’s for practice and...” Din thumps the butt of the spear on the metal deck harder than he intended; it echoes on the walls like a bell, “to remember that day.” The Jedi returns Din’s gaze with complete understanding.

“This is the Djem So style.” Luke said a few seconds after he felt his student has recovered.

“How many fighting styles are there?” Din sets the spear down at a crate and unclipped the Darksaber.

“Seven.” Luke was amazed at how Din could repeat the steps almost precisely. “Here.” Luke demonstrated the drill for his pupil. “Step this way, turn…and swing. Good. Lower your arm a little…there!” The Jedi steps back as his student impresses him as Din repeats the steps a couple more times, perfecting it at every move.

“So which style should I choose?”

“You have to learn all of the seven first…but from what I see I’m certain you’ll quickly learn all of it. And…ah,” Luke good-humoredly points the saber at his student, “you have something else in mind, I see.”

“Yep, are you up to it?” Din swings the black saber and faces its point back to his teacher.

“Yes, why not? It’s been long since I’ve done one.” The young Jedi finds himself smiling genuinely. Suddenly Luke raises his eyes to the dark windows on the level above them. “We’re not alone.”

-o0o-

Petyr Neral of clan Ordo, the current caretaker of the ‘Indomitable’ is well known to the roughly six hundred people from various clans and houses garrisoned to the former Imperial warship. As the 2nd in command and its custodian, Petyr enjoys the process of organizing and to utilize what his clan and friends call his obsessive-compulsive quirk into good use. It’s something that he enjoys immensely which keeps his time occupied and he’s off to fulfill his duty and responsibilities as soon as the last part of his armor has been attached to his flight suit.

2^nd In Command Petyr Neral would usually head to the commissary where an area has been partitioned for officers so he could take his breakfast in peace. As soon as he puts down his tea cup his aide would appear and hand him an appointment tablet with a list of the tasks that needs attending at the moment and whatever tasks or requests that had been postponed or set aside. His steps were brisk as the 2^nd IC taps the tablet in his hand.  The caretaker grimaced at the first name that appeared on the list. Wait, I thought this was resolved!  He reads item 1 - The head of that clan is complaining about the same thing: more space! They’ve been given more than enough space! I’ve been accused by others of favoritism! Here’s item 2…what’s this? There’s complaint on noise coming from the level above them. Neral stops to open the logistics of the cruiser on the tablet, one arm akimbo. What’s above them? The bridge? Shaking his head, Neral made an addendum for one of his people to check it out-again.  Ah! These people are so entitled just because their houses are bigger than other houses…yada-yada-yada! Moving on! Next is complaint number three… ”What in the bloody Beskar?” Neral looks up distracted by the march of feet, mystified as another group passed by.  The brightly lit intersection is busy with a steady file of people passing by. Is there a fight? Should I call for reinforcement? The 2^nd IC takes a second to check where the people are going before he follows them.  What the hell are they excited about? The 2^nd IC wonders as he ended up at the wide-open doors of the Arena observation deck at Level 3.  

Neral squeezed through the pile-deep obstacle of people standing along the aisle pauldron to pauldron.  It’s hard to believe the whole deck is packed to the gills.  All the seats have been taken and those without seats were left to rubber neck what is happening down at the arena. The training ground located at Level 2 is a circular training area used by the Imperials for training troopers for battle.

“Coming though! Let me pass!” The were protests but they promptly murmur his title as a form of greeting and make way for him after they recognize his familiar helm.  

Curious, the 2nd IC look down from the viewing deck to the arena and wonders what’s gotten these people engrossed in.

-o0o-

Calodan

“Clear your mind Grogu!” Ahsoka walks around the sand pit, glancing at her own pupil. “Raise it higher! Steady…steady…”  Ahsoka grins, shaking her head. “No, you’re not hungry. Come on! A little higher. Right up here.” The longest saber points up.

“Uh, pardon Lady Ahsoka…” Zhan Tal’din kept a respectful distance; he didn’t want to come closer than necessary.  He vividly recalls her double sabers and the skill and speed when she fought with the Mand’alor.  Anyone who could fight like that earns a massive deference from the aide. If they met Ahsoka Tano on the battlefield, they would be hard pressed to stop her. He could imagine the Togruta going through them without any effort at all leaving bodies in her wake.

“Anything I can help you with?” Ahsoka raises a brow in question.  Ahsoka has a big grin at the people behind the 1st Chair’s aide. 

Seeing a good excuse to avoid his lesson Grogu let go of the boulder he’s levitating. They all felt the loud thump of the rock on the sand which is ten times the size of the boy.  The aide’s delegation takes a step back as the boy floats closer to their group.

“Good morning, lady Tano.”

“As you can see, we are in the middle of a lesson today.”

The man responded in the polite Mandalorian bow as all the others with him. “We have been sent by the council to deliver these gifts to the prince.”

“The…prince? Ah, you mean…” Ahsoka took a moment to understand what the man is talking about.

 “Yes. It is customary for the heirs of the Mand’alor to receive some token of honor from the houses.”

The delegates wonder as Ahsoka and Grogu turn to each other and both become quiet.  Helmets turn to Zhan when the two seemed to have forgotten about them. Zhan shakes his head in the negative as someone leans to him.

“I think,” The men and women stand taller as Ahsoka lifts her striking cobalt eyes to them, “my padawan is curious to see what you brought him.” The Jedi points to a row of benches nearby the sand pit. Ahsoka crosses her arms as Grogu excitedly jumps to the bench as the first bundle was placed before him. “Din didn’t say anything about this today.”

“Yes,” Zhan Tal’din clears his throat and crosses his hands behind him. “It’s because the houses had to change…”

“What?”

“Uhm…we didn’t know the Mand’alor’s foundling isn’t…” Tal’din stares at the close friend of the Mand’alor.

“Isn’t human?” Ahsoka grins at the aide’s loss for words.

“Ah yes, my lady.”

“I’m curious…your name?” she inclined her head to the man.

“Please address me as Tal’din, my lady.” Zhan removed his helmet before he bowed respectfully.

“Tal’din, what do you think of being among people with extraordinary abilities like the Mand’alor?”

Aylith Hyru’s aide might not have an iota of the Force in him but as a warrior he could sense the Togruta’s strength.  “Well, it was unheard for us to associate…I mean, to be friends with people who are different from us.”

“’Us’ means the Jedi and the witches?”

“Yes! We just found out the 3^rd Chair knew the witches-that was surprising!”

“What do the others think of the Mand’alor having created an unusual and powerful clan?” Ahsoka refrains from showing any emotion in case those helmets were reading her in the infrared.

“Though we are warriors most of our weaponry are…solid, man-made and usually backed by technology…I mean, that we can explain…but to see things and people being moved and shifted by an unseen and unknown force is something that make some of us….”

“Afraid?” Ahsoka’s brow tattoos both lift high at the change in the man’s heartbeat, at the man’s pause.

“You can say that.” Tal’din took a shaky breath; he expressed himself more than he wanted to but the Jedi seemed to ponder what he said.  

“The Mandalorians and the Jedi were at war before. Were you aware of that?”

“Y-yes, Lady….”

“Call me Ahsoka.” She gave him a smirk. “I don’t like titles.”

“Like the Mand’alor.” Before he released an answer Tal’din switches his helm to his other arm. “We have been told about the conflict we had with the Jedi. It’s one-sided, of course. The old blood has grudges but…”

“And the new blood?”

“Are more open-minded, most, that is.”

“Good, but which group are you with?”

“The neutral group.”

“You didn’t mention there was a third group.”

“Our group isn’t widespread and the old and new think we are unsure of our stand.”

“So, what does it mean to be in your shoes?” Ahsoka asks. She smiled at what the boy holds up for her to see. “Grogu, don’t eat too much, you’ll spoil dinner.”

Tal’din observes the Jedi and teacher of the Mand’alor’s son pays attention to what the excited boy shows to her, her voice is soft and tender when she talks to him.  “We give people a chance to change our impression about them.”  

“Then I guess I can also say that I am a neutral like you.” What she said surprised the Mandalorian.

“Ahsoka, I want to know, how did your first meeting with the Mand’alor go?” His question generated a snort from her.

“I met a man who asked me to train the boy in the Jedi arts. If you were me, what would you do?”

“I’d help him, of course!”

“I turned him down.” The aide was obviously taken aback at her shrug.

“Why?”

“For as long as Grogu has powers the Empire will target him. I told Din the Force gets weaker the less it is used but he wanted the boy to embrace his abilities and heritage."

"He is right. However, as a Mandalorian he would still be trained in fighting."

"And if he stayed with his mother, he would be trained to be a Nightbrother.” The aide nods but he doesn’t fully understand it. “If the empire appears at your doorstep, what would you all do? Would the creed defend Grogu?" Ahsoka faces the speechless aide.

-o0o-

Observation Deck

“What the hell are you all doing here?” The 2^nd IC’s voice got lost in the roar around him; surrounded by people hollering, clapping, jumping and whistling.

“Look at that, chief!” A Mandalorian Neral remembers as Kyr from the group of young trainees pull him in front. “Look!”

“None of you should be…” Neral stops before he hyperventilates and he forgot where he tells people stop calling him ‘chief’. “Dank Farrik!” Another roar swells. Neral got bumped left and right by people jumping up and down around him.

“Isn’t this great?” says Kyr beside him, blue eyes bright, a huge smile splits his face.

“This is awesome! Whoo!” The other man on Neral’s left jumps, pumping his hands in the air like the others around them.

“They’re running up the wall! Look!” The woman in the same group of Kyr’s shouts against the noise. “Up the wall! Isn’t that insane?!”

Something passed by so quickly with a bright green afterglow. Everyone on Neral’s side shouted in surprise when the Mand’alor come running by.

“There they go!” says the woman again, pointing to the right. “Oh shit!”

As they feel a rumbling they step away from the windows as the Mand’alor splays a hand towards it and the glass panes start to quake…

“He’s not using the jetpack…” The other man on Neral’s left murmurs in awe as Din launched himself in the air trailing crackling white and black electric current in his wake. The other one did the same from the opposite wall meeting his opponent with a bright display of light and power of their swords.

“Whoa! No Mandalorian could do that.” The man beside Petyr kept looking back at him as the two combatants continue to awe and amaze the audience with astounding exhibition of their fighting skill.

“It’s good of you to notice.” Neral felt a crick in his neck when he turned his head so fast as the Jedi zoomed past in a blur. The spectators were riveted and they almost fell on each other over the windows to see the fight better.

“Chief...” the same man leans close to Neral. “Hey chief! Listen! People are talking that the Mand’alor isn’t human.”

The combatants are now on the main floor of the arena but they’re not slowing down. And today Neral learned something new. Something scary. Now they hurl their sabers at each other, they clash and cross in the air…. hands-free! And the sound! It was sometimes ear-shattering whenever the sabers come in contact with each other. Neral had no idea the Darksaber could make a sound like that; deep and kind of menacing. It looks alive. That’s fucking hair-raising, Neral gapes as they fly in the air and were using that thing called the Force to soar and repulse each other. The fight looks slightly chaotic as the Jedi and the Mand’alor lift, float and hurl objects to each other.

“What?” Neral made a mental note to report what he’s seen to the council if they don’t already know about it. The 2^nd IC had to pull his attention back to the young man talking to him. “Who’s been saying that stupid idea?”

“The people. Chief, is that true?” The man whispers the question to Neral’s ear.

The 2^nd IC points to the arena, “You just go and watch, okay?”

“Chief! Hey!” The young warrior seems confused as Neral pushed his way out of the observation deck.

-o0o-

“Lady…,” Axe Woves sounded like he has sand in his throat. He tried once again after the Nite Owl coughs a couple of times. “Lady Kalon….pardon me.” He croaked.

“Hey, nice to have you back.” Kalon grins at the patient in the sickbay bed. “Thirsty?”

“Yes, but I can get it….ah! Fuck!” Axe barely moved but he felt the room roll.

If Kalon didn’t use her power Axe would’ve fallen out of bed. She returned the Nite Owl in his sick bed. “That’s out of the question for now.”

“Thank you. What happened?”

“Hmm.” Kalon frowns. “Could be you’re suffering from the procedure.”

“What? How long ago was it?”

“It’s been almost a week now. That thing was tenacious, I tell you!”

“This is a side-effect?”

“I have to be honest that I don’t know. Why? Because no one’s been found alive.”

“What?!”

“Yeah. You’re lucky.”

Axe leans back to the pillow and up the ceiling. “Now that you mentioned it I have this pounding headache. My lady, where’s the 1^st Chair?”

“She’s minding the 2^nd chair after he fell ill, it was right after I took the creature out of you.” Kalon gracefully sweeps  a hand at what a droid left on the side board.

“How is he? Has he recovered?” Axe gives a wary eye at the jar of water floating and tipping its content to a cup.

“Don’t worry. The baar’rur is positive that with some rest he’ll be alright. Drink up. I’ll also tell the baar’rur to give you another physical check."

“Ah…thank you, my lady.” Axe’s hand trembles as he takes the floating metal cup. “Shit!” He passes a hand over his face after he had taken a good drink of the water with the dreadful tasting white pill. “I thought I was dreaming it all up.”

“You have no idea how it happened?” With her hand guiding it the jar of water floats across the room and fills Axe’s cup again then it settles on the table beside the Nite Owl’s bed.

“I do.  What I meant was about my mind…” Axe casually points at his head.

“What do you feel?” The man looked away as she walks around the sickbay bed.  

“It’s the first time my mind’s been clear.”

“Do you think it’s what’s in Bo Katan too?” Kalon sighs as she could feel the grief and sadness of the man.

“Yes.” The man swallowed again with eyes tightly shut as if he wanted to erase the memory. “That witch…she forced the creature in us. I could still feel how it entered me.”

“It’s out of your head so never fear.”

Kalon wanted to sit down but the blasted stiff hoops that make the skirt flare at the hem makes it harder to do anything else other than walk. That Skywalker is right; at least in this restricting outfit one look at her in the dark ornate gown with its even more eerie looking head gear those red-blooded men go pale and forget any amorous thoughts. Kalon wouldn’t need to put some idiot or two in suspension every time one of them does something stupid. Kalon yearns to go back to her home planet. On Dathomir she and her sisters have the freedom to wear anything but, that’s the rub; she’s here on an official capacity for Dathomir and as the riduur of the Mand’alor so appearances are crucial.

“I never thought I’d face dread of that kind. I fear falling to sleep.” The man’s fear shows in his eyes. “Lady Kalon, can we keep this among ourselves?”

“You have my word.”

Kalon’s voice though soft has an opposite effect on the man in the bed; his hands curl tight on the white sheet. “Is she gonna go after me?”

“Ira?” Kalon found a likely seat, one of the low cabinets to keep her off her feet. “Relax. I caught her and she’s under ice.”

“That makes me feel better, I suppose.” Then the remaining survivor of the Nite Owls became morose. “Koska was the first casualty. Why didn’t the witch use her too? Why kill her?” the man says, looking at the small round porthole on the wall with eyes that convey their immense loss. “Lady Kalon… I have a request.” The last surviving member of the Nite Owls whispers in a voice so low.

-o0o-

‘Din?’

‘What do you think?’ The Mandalorian slid a glance to his teacher then up the observation deck. He could sense there were people who were lingering around up there gazing down at him.

‘They enjoyed it.’

‘They were scared too.’ The Jedi nods his agreement.

‘Was that your plan?’

‘It could be. Not that I wanna be challenged but I wanna give them second thoughts.’

Luke squints up at the still packed observation deck and smirks, ‘Some of them are actually excited to challenge your skills.’

“Dank Farrik!” Din growls under his breath as he lets the cooling air dry up his cowl. The epithet was the only loud sound he made since he and Luke were done with their exercise. He’s still leery of any planted listening devices from the ship and from the Mandalorians but what Din doesn’t know after the council of Mandalore was satisfied that there were no booby traps or Imperial listening devices or recorders the area was made accessible but everyone had to agree with the restrictions and conditions. If a clan or house fail to adhere their right of use would be rescinded. When he still had the Razor Crest he’d conduct a regular bug sweep whenever he does a landing, but not here. ‘Well, I’m not gonna stop them.’

‘By the way, how is it going for the Calodan security?’ Luke also stands under the air blower to cool down after their intense workout.

‘I took over their training after my covert returned to Nevarro. They’re getting there.’

‘Will everything be alright?  

‘It all depends on them,’ Din gave a nod at the upper deck. ‘I didn’t see my alor after Axe Woves’ hearing.’ 

‘What if they found out about what happened to your covert?’

Din nods in approval of Luke’s covert ways. They have the same thoughts, ‘What would I do? It’s out of my hands whatever they decide about my future with them. I’m Grogu’s father, husband of Kalon and commander in chief of Calodan. I’m fine with that.’

‘Based on my experience these things don’t usually happen the way we want to. But as we say in Tattoine ‘May things work in your favor Din.’

-o0o-

Kyr, the leader of the young warrior trainees leans on the sill of the observation deck. Five other people stand around and behind him. “That’s so weird. No words.” He dials up the volume in his helmet to the max.

“I know right? What’s going on?”

“I get the feeling they’re talking but I don’t know how.” One of them, Osh, a teen with curly dark hair has been intently observing the two men. He is considered a nerd by the group; someone who is a bookworm first, a warrior second. “I think it is true they communicate non-verbally.”

“I don’t care how they talk.” The boys turn to the only girl in their group, Jiila. “That blond Jedi is hot.” The rest of the boys groan loudly and the ones without helm rolled their eyes. “What? It’s true!”

“Alor Kyr, I noticed the Mand’alor’s covert left on the day of the trial. Do you know what that means?”

“What are you saying, Osh?”

“What he’s saying is that his own covert turned their backs on him.”

“Who are you?” Kyr and his group turn as one to a Mando’ade behind them.

“I’m Tebec.” The man in yellow armor holds out a hand. “House Nari.”

“Kyr Troan, leader of the foundling trainees.”

“The house or clan of the reigning Mand’alor has to be behind him, right? Supporting him during this time but they left without a formal ceremony and during the trial we heard the Mand’alor has been pledged but since then nothing has been done to prepare for a formal introduction.”

“You mean the Mand’alor has been abandoned by his covert?” Kyr’s dark brows went up the ceiling.

Tebec shrugs, “It’s not good but that’s what it looks like.”

“Can someone explain it to me?” Jiila asks. “What does that mean?” her own brows also flew way up high at Kyr’s words.

“It means his covert deemed the Mand’alor unfit as a ruler.”

-o0o-

“Slow down, lass! We’ll escort you to where you’re going.” The man seemed to belong to one of the clan Awaud though the markings on his armor is kind of muddled; meaning he’s associated with more than one group same goes with the two other fellows with him.

“Thanks boys, I can find my way.” Kalon was glad she kept the helmet on but for the life of her she doesn’t understand how Din could bear to wear this dreadfully confining thing day in and day out.

“This place is huge…”

“Yeah, you might lose your way.”

“We’ve never seen you before.”

“Same here.  Did you go to the hearing a few days ago?” Kalon could feel Din and Luke further over as she turns right at a corner.

“No, we didn’t. We were on patrol duty.”

“Oh, too bad you didn’t meet the Mand’alor’s riduur there.”

“Interesting sigil. I’ve never seen that before.” The female didn’t stop to give them an answer as her heels echo in that staccato beat.

“Oh yeah, it’s a new clan.”

“Oh? What’s it called?”

“Clan Mudhorn.”

“I haven’t heard of a clan like that.”

“Follow me and I’ll introduce you to my clan.”

“Where are you going?”

“To the arena.”

“Ah no, the arena’s busy now…”

“I know.”

“The Mand’alor is using it.”

“I know.”

“You can’t go in there!” The three Mando’ade were losing the fight to catch up with her but the female walks way faster than the three of them.

“I can.” The double doors of the training arena part open with a hiss.  “Oh, cyar’ika! Did you miss me?” They heard the woman’s voice as she disappears inside.

“Hey! What are you three doing here?”

The voice of the 2^nd IC startled the three Mando’ade. “We told her she can’t be here.”

“Who?” Finally, the 2nd IC makes his appearance at the door. “Oh, my lord…”

“You have impeccable timing, my lady.” With his cape in his arm Luke bows smartly with an amused smirk. “We’ve just about finished our training.”

“Oh, I’m glad! I’ve something to talk to you, my love.” Kalon steps out of Din’s embrace and her helmet vanishes, her platinum silver hair tumbles all the way down past her hips. In the same motion of a flick of the wrist she transformed her Mandalorian armor to a less confining outfit. “That feels much better!”

“I like this one.” Din says with smile in his voice while admiring the maroon off-the-shoulder dress.

“Really?” Totally delighted, Kalon twirled in front of Din, the white soft underskirt flaring out. “Why?”

“You wore it on the day of our pledge.” Din caresses the velvet on Kalon’s arm and the pendant of their clan sigil nestled between her breasts.

“Mand’alor, please spare our life…!”

“We made a mistake.” The bigger man looks at his two brothers as he jabs a finger to the floor. He looks back up when the three of them were on their knees. “We thought….we…we…” the man almost lost his voice, he stops before it shakes.

“The three of you have some apologies to make.”

“Let them go, constable. They were just…” Kalon rolls her eyes at the arm that blocks her way.

“What did they do?” As Din steps forward the three look like they shrunk in their armor, heads bobbing in deferential respect.

“Tell him. Ah!” Neral holds up a caustic finger to the three. “Tell the truth!”

“We didn’t know she’s your riduur, my lord.”

“We were just trying to help…”

“Eh? How?” Peytr Neral pushes one of the men by the shoulder.

“Cyar'ika,” Kalon steps from behind Din and wraps her arms around his waist. “I’m fine.” She whispers after kissing his pauldron-the one with the sigil of Clan Mudhorn.

“Were you uncomfortable?” The cold Beskar helm carefully touches Kalon’s left temple.

Kalon sighs, eyes lowered, “Well…”

“That’s a yes.” The slate gray unpainted helmet swivels to the three men.

“We didn’t know…” The taller man wanted to cover his eyes from that scary whatever it is flaring from behind the man. “Mand’alor, we are sorry.”

“You apologize not to me but to my riduur,” Din moves aside, “Kalon of Clan Mudhorn and Matriarch of Dathomir.”

What they saw made the grown-up men gasp.  Kalon gazes at them with luminous eyes. The three men trade glances, quaking in their boots. “My lady, please forgive us.”

“We’re sorry…” The shorter man hated himself for letting out a whimper. “It won’t happen again.”

“Believe me, it won’t. Get up,” Kalon stands before them as they slowly get up. The men jerk in shock when they notice the small reptile in the palm of her hand. “…before I turn you three into frogs.”

Neral hurried after the three men out in the hallway.  “Hold! Before you three idiots go I have informed your clan leader what happened and you will receive the suitable reprimand. Go now.”

“Who the hell was that?” The taller Mandalorian gasps, his helmet clearly trembling.

“Someone you shouldn’t have pissed. Move or you’ll be turned to frogs.” The 2^nd IC’s snigger turns to a barked laugh at the three men.

“If I remember you and lady Kalon have not formally declared your pledge.” Luke takes a few steps by the open door and peeks at what’s transpiring outside.

“Yeah, it’s been hectic.” Din turns to Kalon exchanging a private message that only the two of them understand which means on the more pleasurable side, their desire for each other hadn’t diminished and they made the best of that time enjoying each other as often as possible.

“And I also take his time.” Kalon purrs like a Loth cat from Din’s side, their arms wrapped around each other.  

Luke schooled his reaction; he’s aware, and pleased, that Din and Kalon renewed their interrupted nuptial celebration. The couple fly to the cliffs each evening to avoid being in close scrutiny after what happened last time.  “You have to do it with utmost haste else this would reoccur, would you agree, constable?”

“Prince Luke is correct.” The 2^nd IC nods to the Jedi as he rushed back inside the arena sliding the electronic planner in the holder by his side, “I can arrange it by this evening….”

“Very well then!” Kalon pauses at the 2^nd IC’s polite ‘halt’ gesture.

“…if the council approves.”

“Oh.” Kalon’s smile dims. “So we better talk to the council then.”

“I’ll do it.” Din shrugs.  “Yeah, I need to talk to them anyway.”

“Okay.”

Luke slides a glance at Kalon; sensing a change in her tone. Whenever his sister uses that tone to him or his brother-in-law things go bad for them. Luke was unsettled when his mother told him all women were the same in every corner of the galaxy. ‘Okay’ is not okay, according to her. Better warn Din.

“By the way, what brings you here?”

“Hm, I forgot. Well, if you’re going to be busy I think I’ll go check on Grogu.” Kalon materialized a moongate portal and without any further words, steps beyond it.

“Ah Din…” The meaningful look the young Jedi gave to his padawan was lost on the warrior.

“Uh…what did I miss?” Din, Luke and Peytr Neral look awkwardly at each other.

“That, my padawan, is trouble.”

“Uh, I cannot give you any words of advice as I am unmarried, my lord, but Prince Luke is correct.”

“About what?”

Smirking, Luke waves at his student, “Come on, I’ll explain on the way out.”

“Explain what?”

-o0o-

 

 

Chapter 50: CODES AND GESTURES

Summary:

While helping Grogu find a Jedi, an accident on Tython turned Din Djarin to a Force sensitive. Caught at a crossroads, he went back to Calodan to become the padawan of Ahsoka Tano but…Din’s other life has caught up with him.
A/N: I love the story of Din Djarin and Grogu. Also I am writing this because of the force of my inspiration Pedro Pascal and not for monetary gain. I have spoken. This is the way!
1 : Yuno, Din's attendant would look like kid on the side of the road from Season 2 Episode 15-The Believer.
2: On Pinterest see Din Djarin’s cute cottage in Calodan under the name Acer Wolfe at Silver Moon Inuyoukai board. You can also see the picture of the Mantis, Din’s new vehicle and the cliffs where Din and Grogu went to.
3: Alor-leader
4 I have given the Armorer a name! Took me a while to find the right and appropriate one for her. I think it suits her.

PADAWAN

CHAPTER 50

CODES AND GESTURES

THE INDOMITABLE

As the 2nd IC walk in step with Din and Luke out of the training arena they beheld a gathering of Mando’ade waiting for the Mand’alor by the hallway. These people came down from the observation deck to show their admiration and reverence for the new leader. As their praise felt genuine it was easy to accept it. However, the Mando’ade seemed reluctant to leave and instead followed them at a respectable distance on their return to the hangar bay.

“You’re worried.” Luke whispers, looking ahead.

“Something wasn’t right.”

“About lady Kalon?” The Jedi could feel his student’s vexation at what happened inside the arena.

“I don’t get it.”

“Din, what did Kalon say? Uh, before she walked out.” He could tell by his padawan’s buy’ce tilt that the man had zero idea what he said.

“Uhh…she said ’Okay’.” Din’s irritation returned after he remembered those words.

“Yes. You see, that word ‘Okay’ is not okay.”

“Really?” Din couldn’t believe what he heard.  “So why didn’t she just say ‘I don’t like it’?” Din shakes his head in annoyance at his teacher’s shrug. “I hate double talk.”

“Pardon me. What do you talk about, my lords?”

“My teacher is helping me a decode what women say. Especially my riduur.”

“Codes? What is this?”

“It’s the convoluted meanings behind what females say and what not to do If men get caught in its trap.”

What Luke said was utterly perplexing to his ears the 2^nd IC had to remove his buy’ce to reveal his wide-eyed incredulity. "Huh?"

“What the hell? Is this for real?” Din cursed some more under his breath and wished he could remove his helmet like the 2nd IC for a breath of fresh air.

“That’s how it is. Here’s another-the phrase ‘I’m fine’ means she’s angry at you but she’s not going to say it because you have to figure it out.”

“Dank Farrik!” Din halts to a stop out of surprise which made the people trailing behind them halt as well. “How?” From the similar nods from the men they were united in their similar plight.

“I agree, my lord. It’s like traversing a minefield!” The 2^nd IC ‘s words garnered nods of agreement as they all converge near the intersection. 

“That’s the thing. You need to tread carefully. One wrong move.” The Jedi run a finger across his neck and his audience threw up their hands in helplessness.

“Are there more ‘minefields’ you wanna share, Lord Skywalker?” Din sighs, bracing for the worst.

“Yes, and I think these two are the most dangerous of all.” Luke gave his audience a nod when they leaned forward for his bomb. “’Fine, just do what you want.’”

“Let me guess, there is a cost to be paid if I continue to do what I want to do, am I right?”

“You’re learning fast, Din.” This kind of praise was lost on his padawan as Din’s shoulders slumps further down. Din’s not alone in his dilemma; the growing number of listeners, mostly men, shares the same discontent.  

“So, what’s the other one?” Din sighs.

“It’s ‘Sorry, what?’” It’s quite amusing how everyone’s buy’ce moved the same after Luke delivered the phrase.

“What the hell does that even mean?” Din grits out. He’s not going to admit he stepped on that minefield more than once.

“It means she didn’t understand, no?” Peytr Neral hedged a guess hoping he was right.

The Jedi shakes his head negatively. “I’m afraid not.”

“Haar'chak!” Din’s head shake is stronger and his expletive echoes among the Mando’ade. “So what the fuck does that mean?”

“It’s to give you a chance to change what you said.” Murmurs and comments of disbelief buzz in the hallway.

“Well, what if she didn’t like what I said? What then? Oh! Uh, apologies, my lord.” One of the audience bows at Din for his boldness to butt in the talk.

“Same problem, huh?” The man nods at Din in a way that conveys reverence to his king.

“It depends on the lady, I guess, if she’s going to let it pass or not.”

Din and the 2nd IC exchange looks. “From what I’m hearing it sounds as if there’s no escape from the snare at all!” The 2^nd IC even gestures the hopelessness of it. “Okay boys. That’s enough. Move on.”

After the Mando’ade left bowing and murmuring their thanks Din pulls off his cape as they continue walking. The woolen material feels hot and sticky under the armor, sweat rolls down his back. He and Luke has to fly down first before he could get a shower.  Too bad he doesn’t have a bathtub anymore. It’s a long hot soak that’s what he's yearning for. “I’ve never had this issue with Cara Dune or Ahsoka…”

“Pardon. Cara Dune? The name sounds familiar.” The 2^nd IC asks.

“The Marshall of Nevarro.”

“Din, they’re not like my sister nor Kalon.” The Jedi shakes his blonde head, “But wait…sometimes Lady Ahsoka does that too…um, may I ask you not to mention that to her?”

“Sure.” Din huffs his amusement.

“My lips are sealed, your highness.”  Peytr Neral nods smartly.

“Just call him master Luke.” Din says as casual as he could be.

They have reached the launch bay and the person in charge of the team that refuels his ship ran up to him with an accomplishment form for him to affix his approval. They were also in charge of fixing, cleaning and replenishing the ship as promised by the 3^rd Chair.

“As you wish, Mand’alor. Uh, back to our discourse if I may. Why the word games?” The 2^nd IC asks in total confusion. “Wouldn’t it be better to say what they mean?”

“Kalon’s good with word games.” Din grumbles.

“That’s…that’s what I don’t comprehend as well.” The Jedi shakes his head with a frown. “My sister does that to her husband too.”

“And how is your brother-in law?”

“What do you think?” Luke rolls his eyes. “My mother advises to go the opposite path.”

“Sounds easy enough.”

Luke grimaces with a slight hiss. “No Din, it’s not.”

-o0o-

THE MANTIS, CALODAN

While the jets of warm water massages and washes away the sweat from the intense workout earlier Din mulls on the best way to open his talk with Aylith. Before he and Luke boards the Mantis the 2^nd IC promised to relay his request and Din was slightly surprised to get a confirmation during mid-flight. Luke quietly nods in agreement at his meeting with Aylith Hyru. As of this moment he’s having second thoughts what he would disclose to the council. The result of the talks about Grogu, Yuno and Jem weighs on his mind and the fate of Axe Woves also hang in the balance. Since the Nite Owl has been proven innocent of his actions Din hopes he could be pardoned since he was much of a victim. 

Overall, the biggest problem he carries is how to find out how to appease Kalon when she comes back…

Din’s pulse skipped. The thought of Kalon never coming back… Din set that troubling thought aside as he towels off.  Din doesn’t know where she disappeared to. Kalon got upset; about what, Din had no idea but that abrupt march into the moon gate was troubling to him. She had never done this before. Kalon is a powerful woman and she was raised in a very different society. Din knows she’s doing her best not to fall back into her Dathomiri upbringing out of her love for him but her questions about how men and women behave in a relationship is a deeper dive on how limited her exposure is.

When he called Ahsoka from the communicator she reported Kalon didn’t show up at the guest house. Where is she? Luke’s words are now becoming more and more ominous. Kalon comes and goes and Din hasn’t the ability to follow wherever she is.  Furthermore, she specifically told him not to follow her to Dathomir as it’s not the kind of place a man like him would want to be in. He didn’t like it but gave her his word.

He starts getting dressed after cleaning his armor and helm, then it’s up to the bridge to calibrate the sensors. Din needs the ship’s long-range capabilities to keep an eye on Grogu to which Ahsoka sniffed in amusement calling it his ‘daddy woes’ at his extreme preparations.

Din could still be caught off guard when he saw his reflection on one of the dark consoles-it reflects the outline of his head, most of all his hair. It’s still slightly damp to the touch as Din ruffles it, letting the brown tresses dry naturally. Kalon loves to run her fingers in them at every chance she gets but mostly before, during and after coitus. When she returns, he has to find out what made her angry and give her all the attention she wanted. The way she wanted it. In bed. He has never met a woman as insatiable as her but he’s not complaining, Din groans as he flexes his muscles. No, maybe just a little bit.

The various status screens scroll the Mantis’s updates over Din Djarin’s main screen as the ship’s computer update transfer on his buy’ce, he focused on his impending talk with Mandalore’s 1^st Chair, Aylith of House Hyru.

Today shows a relatively clear sky; it looked serene. On Aylith’s flight down she would see two kinds of forest side by side; the verdant and the charred. It’s the same view he saw when he and Luke flew back down to the planet after their practice. A glance at the chronometer on the panel near the command screen shows it’s almost time for the meeting with the 1^st Chair. Any moment now she’s going to dive and pierce the highest atmosphere which is not far from the Indomitable. As her presence heralds her arrival Din takes a deep breath as he makes final adjustments on the Mantis’ sensors setting it on maximum.

By the time Din finished his calibration his guest soared down and landed several meters away from the Mantis. Din gave his reflection a final close study, resolutely straightens his back and settles the heavy buy’ce on his head.

Time’s up. Let’s do this.  May things work in my favor.

-o0o-

He found her standing where she landed. She only turned around after hearing his boots crunch the dry, pebbly Calodan soil. “Councilwoman Hyru.” Din acknowledged her with a nod. “Thank you for sparing your time for me.”

“How do I serve you….Mand’alor?”

Din was alerted at the catch in her voice. “You’re anxious.” Din continues to walk down until he stands a few meters away from her.

“Anxious? Why would I be?”

“You fear me.”

“My duty is to you, Mand’alor…I…”

Din walks to the left side of the ship and beckons her to make her feel calmer. “The Kuza didn’t like these logs so we made seats.”

“Kuza? What’s that?” Din points to the dark animals roaming in the mist. Every once in a while, they would give out this mournful call. “I didn’t know they’re called that.”

“The Kuza likes the trees but sometimes they miss some tidbits.” Din looks back. The 1^st chair looks at the five stumps of wood placed around a circle of rocks. “Have a seat.”

“Mand’alor…”

“Aylith,” The 1^st Chair looks astonished when Din called her name.  He sighs deeply. “let’s be at ease today, okay?”

“If that is your wish…Din.”  Aylith paces slowly, looking at the Kuza as they gather by the water.

That’s a good beginning. Din stops a few feet away from the woman observing the animals. “Kalon made water come out of the ground and it created a stream. The Kuza doesn’t have to travel far to get to water.” The 1^st chair just nods at the information, “How’s the 2nd chair, by the way? He was out of it when I dropped by.”

“The baar’rur put him in an induced coma. Recovery is hard for his age.” Aylith whispers.

“May he recover.” Din bows with Aylith. “I have a message from the Calodan. They extend their help.”

“Help?” Aylith finally faces him. She made a rude sound that Din didn’t like. “In what way?”

“They have experts in all kinds of healing practices.”

“Please thank them but I think their medical technology…” There was a tinge of laughter in her voice; sarcastic and mocking.

“Is inferior than ours?” The woman tensed and her pulse jumped at his words. “No abilities, just me. Relax.”

“I’m not…I didn’t…” Finally, as if she had her fill of observing the long-legged tree eaters she moved away and unhurriedly goes to one of the logs around the firepit.  “Very well, I’ll relay the message to the others.”

“Thank you.” It was hard not to take a peep, even just a little, at what’s going on in Aylith Hyru. By the way she sat as if she was tired, head down with a deep sigh. Just like anyone in their creed she would never open whatever burden she’s holding because she mustn’t appear weak, vulnerable. As he prods her mind the emotion he feels from her are cautious, miserable, weary… Dank Farrik!

“I heard people were thrilled about your practice with the Jedi today.”

Aylith’s words seemed hesitant, as if she thought of the question carefully, as if she formed many kinds of questions and she tossed the others aside for this one. “Oh, that. I’m still getting used to it.”

“Your ability scared me, my lord…Din.”

“I didn’t want that to happen.”

The woman went still then sighs. “Yes, I believe you. I do.”

“It’s not easy, this ability. Luke said people grow into this as they age. I woke up after a painful ordeal to find out I could make things move by will.” Din pauses, shaking his head while Aylith sits still, listening. “I can’t begin to understand Grogu’s abilities let alone figure out mine.”

“Din, the council has concerns about…”

“Me. Talk to Master Skywalker. My teacher can give you a better evaluation about my progress.”

“I think that’s a good idea, Din. We’ll follow your proposal.” She lifts her hand, palm up with a small motion; the gesture of asking permission to pose a question.

“Ask away. I won’t lose it. I promise.” The woman in front of him became less anxious after they started using the familiar signals and body language commonly used by the Mandalorians. 

“I was…curious about where your covert went.” She added a tilt of her helm to soften the delivery of the question.

And finally,  the question. Din made a gesture to show that he wasn’t offended. “They are gone. Back to Nevarro. I broke my covert’s rule and for that I’m currently an apostate. My alor would convene the people and deliberate about my status.”

“Din, this has no bearing with your standing as Mand’alor.  We don’t ascribe to that…” Aylith hesitated.

“Say it.” He made a gesture to encourage her to share what she really feels. The flow of the gestures became smooth and natural as they converse.

“Fine! Nonsense.”

“My covert is a part of me.” His words generated another deep sigh from her as if she’s saying ‘this is stupid’.

“You are one of us now. You are our leader, Din.”

Din leans slowly forward. “May I be honest, Aylith? I never wanted the kingship.” What she heard rendered Aylith in shock way so bad she rocked from where she sat. The eyes that look at him were wide-eyed after she pulled up her helm. “My purpose is to keep Grogu safe, healthy and happy. That’s all.”

“But Din, it can’t be only that! Mandalore needs you….”

“No!” Din noticed the woman placed her hand on her chest when she said ‘Mandalore’.  “Mandalore needs the Mandalorians not me, Aylith.”

“You’re serious!”

“Yes. I’ve been searching for a way to…”

“No.” Aylith’s sapphire blue eyes reflects her dismay at his gesture.  “You don’t mean?”

“I want to relinquish it. I want out.”

“Din, it’s not done!”

“Not everyone is cut out for this. I know I’m not.”

“But you’re the commander in chief of the Calodan security! From what I see you’ve done a great job of leading them.”

“It’s not the same. Our people are too willful and obstinate in their ways. I doubt if being the Mand’alor would change that.”

“You’ve convinced them of your fighting skills…”

“Convinced? When I took on that rancor they were watching like they were in a combat arena. Was that to see if I win or lose?” Aylith couldn’t look him in the eyes because he’s right.  Din points to his head. “I know. That’s what they want to prove, right?”

“How can you do this to our people, Din? You came upon the Darksaber. It’s your destiny. How many people can have this chance to …”

“Aylith, I’m just being honest...”

“No. I don’t believe I’m hearing this!”

This time Aylith’s fear stems from a deeper reason. The fear that came ‘bleeding’ out from her made it easy for Din to ‘see’ what she’s been keeping hidden. “It’s the truth. I want us to take Mandalore back but…”

“You’ve turned your back on your people. Din.”

“No, I haven’t. I’m not cut out…I will not lead it as its king.”

“That is…no…”

“Treason? Then treason it is.”

“Stop saying that. Do you know the punishment for treason?”

“Death?”

“Not that dramatic..” Like Din she leans forward with hands clasped. “Denouncement.”

“I see.” Din nods his head. “Can I still wear my armor? My helmet?”

Aylith shrugs. “It’s not the armor that’s in question but your integrity to the Resol’nare.”

“Yes, but it is my integrity I defend. I feel bogus.”

“Bo Katan was the bogus Mand’alor. That’s your reference.” Aylith took the second seat near Din. “What is it that you dislike about being Mand’alor?” Hope flares in the woman when Din’s head jerks up.

“Why do you ask?”

“We might come into an agreement about what you want to do as Mand’alor.”

“Really? Is that possible?”

“I think your reluctance is because you’re concerned it would take you away from your duties from the Calodan, am I right?”

“I have a big debt to these people. They gave me a place to recover so I could practice with Ahsoka.”

“And we interrupted that.” Aylith thinks fast. She’s on the right path. “Once the 2^nd chair has woken up, I would do my best to convince him…just don’t step down, Din. Let me give it a try.”

The 1^st chair worriedly looks on as Din quietly leans back, considering her proposal. She was relieved when Din eventually nodded. “Fine. I’ll let you talk to them.”

“Thank you.” Aylith takes Din’s hand; she trembles slightly.  “Din….”

“I’m sorry, Aylith.”  Din sighs deeply after the woman reacted at the motion of apology.

Aylith gulps. “I didn’t mean to…” she looks tearful.

In shame Din lowers his head, “I apologize if you think I lead you on, Aylith.”

“Oh Din…no.” Aylith gasps. His words pierced her heart. On her knees she takes him in her arms. “I’m happy…”

“This is saccharinely revolting.” Both Mandalorians turn to the voice. “Happy about what?”

-o0o-

TRANSPORT SHIP TO NEVARRO

Their voyage is going smoothly than they expected but their pilot didn’t want to take chances that is why they are taking the longer but lesser-known route to Nevarro. They are currently halfway on their return home though this is not what everyone wanted but on the other hand it actually feels good to be away from the rest of the Mando’ade.

“Valin, are you upset at Din?”

Valin Bair, known to many as the Armorer, turns to her second in command, Tilda. The woman faces forward head down as if she’s sleeping. “I was at first but I guess I shouldn’t be surprised. He liked everything about our covert except the rule of the buy’ce.” She faces the other side of the transport preferring to keep to her company but she knew Tilda would soon be asking the question.  

“Better let them be,” Tilda nods at the ongoing exchange of the two people with them. There is tension between those two which wasn’t there before.

“I am aware of their disagreement.” The armorer clicked the audio level back at normal level so the two have nothing to worry about but the curiosity of the clan leader of the Tribe was peaked.  The armorer glances at the Mandalorians grouped at the back; they’re quiet but there’s tension in the air.

“As you know the covert was bewildered when you asked us to return to Nevarro. Valin, why did we leave him back there?”

“Din’s heart is set on that planet.”

“But why?”

“Aq Vetina.”

“What’s that?”

“His home planet. That’s where Kraigr found Din. He was eight years old.”

“Ah…that explains it.” Tilda looks around first, “what I don’t understand is why we have to leave him behind….and among those people!”

“The Jedi are with him.”

“That is what I mean!”

“The Jedi are not our enemy, Tilda.”

“As you say, Valin, our history says otherwise.” Tilda clasps her hands together.

“I am aware.”

Tilda let out a breath as she checks her gloves.” What happens on our return?”

“I convene the covert.”

She was surprised but Tilda slowly turns to her friend to avoid alerting others “What for?”

“To decide the fate of Din Djarin.”

-o0o-

“So, this is the reason why you wanted to talk.”

“Kalon!” Din said her name in relief.  “Where have you been?” A single raised finger kept Din where he stands.

“No. Stay there.”

“Why?” Din was a little tiffed she used that gesture on him, “Are you mad at me?”

“Why do you think I’m mad at you?”

Din hit a figurative wall leaving him open-jawed. Luke warned him about this snare but he’s clueless what to do next. Anything could set her off. What do I fucking do?

“Whoa! Do we talk about our dirty laundry in front of her?” The 1^st chair tensed at the dark blue nail Kalon points her way.

“Lady Kalon, I will leave the two of you alone. With your permission, Mand’alor. My lady.” Nervous but trying to stay calm, Aylith bows to both Din and Kalon.

“Thank you for your time today. Ka'ara dala Hyru.” Din turns to Kalon whose eyes are yet to lose their glow. "Let me fly her to the cruiser..."

“No, you don’t have to, my lord; my transport is here. My aide and some of the houses have gifts to present to Grogu. Let me just tell him to…” Aylith clicks her helmet to transmit a call but the witch imperiously raises that slim finger again. She loathed herself for freezing.

"No. This is faster." Kalon spreads a glowing hand to her right.  The witch barks a laugh when the woman looks at Din and the moongate, hesitating. "Don’t worry councilwoman I won’t send you to a black hole or something. Look." The opaque portal clears up showing the brightly lit interior of the Indomitable. A couple of Mandalorians from that side have stopped what they're doing and were looking at the moongate with some wonderment. "Off you go, ka'ara dala!" The 1^st Chair gasped as she is lifted on her feet. With a giggle Kalon drifts the councilwoman to the moon gate. Her entry was a little fast. "And it’s just us."

"What the hell, Kalon?” Din almost yells after the moongate closes with a deep sound mingling with Aylith’s fearful yelp. “Is she safe?"

 “Call her, why don’t you?” Eyebrows raised Kalon gave Din a smirk, folding her arms inside the wide satin sleeves.  

“Ka'ara dala Hyru. Do you read me?” Din looks up as he clicks a device on his gauntlet. He waited for a few seconds, “You made it. That’s good.”

“I told you she’s okay. Didn’t I tell you that?” Kalon smirks, arms akimbo.

“Where were you? You told me you’ll see Grogu but Ahsoka said…”

“I was there but I told Ahsoka not to tell you.”

“Why?”

“Nothing. I don’t feel like it.”

“Kalon, what’s really the matter?”

“Nothi…”

“Don’t play that game with me!”

“Game? Tell me this, when are you going to present me to your people, Din?”

“The 2^nd IC told us he’ll talk with the council.”

“Oh yes! The council! Of course, the council!” she threw up her hands in the air.

“Why are you upset?” Din maintains a calm voice all this time. A witch’s jealousy is catastrophic.

“Perhaps you forget that I can read your mind better than you can read mine.” Narrow-eyed, Kalon stares at her pledged.  “I know the reason why you wanted to talk to that woman- just the two of you.”

“There’s nothing more I wanted but to talk.” To his relief the dangerous glow from her eyes dimmed and faded away, replaced by a grin on her lips.

“And you couldn’t tell that’s not all she wanted?”

“I’m aware and she knows I’m loyal to you. Why didn’t you just ask me? Or do you want to treat me like the men on your planet?”

"Oh! You’re gonna go there! I keep wondering when that would pop up again!"

"Yes! You’re acting like I’m one of your...." His lips and fists curl in annoyance. His jaw grits in frustration.

"Slaves. That’s what you’re going to say."

"If you’re superior than I at reading minds then you don’t have to be jealous."  His ire rose a little more, exasperated at Kalon’s snort.

"Big of you to assume I’m jealous about that woman?"

"Aren’t you?"

"She's no one."

"You just didn’t say that."

"Now see? You jumped in her defense just like that." She snaps her fingers. "you’re about to break a Mandalorian law."

"I have no intention of doing so. You’re my riduur and I’ll stay loyal to you forever."

“Is that so? Then why does that woman keep on popping in your mind lately?”

“I want you to stop this Kalon.”

“No! YOU stop thinking of that woman!”

“Or what? You’re going to punish me?” Shit. The glowing eyes are back again. “Then why can’t you see that you have been in my mind since you left today? Why is that?” He hates the rigid stance, the cold stare and the haughty tilt of her head. “You are my ri…”

“You know what? I’m out of here!”

“Face me, Kalon! Kalon!” Shit! Shit! Shit! It’s heading south! Din holds back his panic when Kalon swung furiously at him-the eyes and tattoos glowing dangerously bright.

“You don’t command me, Din Djarin! Go to your 1^st Chair and fuck her for all I care!”

With barely a flicker in the air she’s gone.

“Fuck!”

-o0o-

“I’d like to invite you to a weapons practice at the Indomitable, Lady Ahsoka. Many have seen your prowess and they have been…” Tal’din was caught aback at the lack of the attention from the Jedi.

“What is it, Grogu?” The Jedi went down on a knee to her student who seemed to be in distress. The boy is whimpering and making various sounds that Tal’din couldn’t interpret. As the aide looks on the boy and the Jedi did a mind talk which didn’t last long. The Jedi stood up and placed the boy in his pod.

“My lady, is there something wrong?” Tal’din asks, also worried as the clear half dome drops slowly after the child settles in his seat. “What’s happening?”

“Din needs us.”

“Din…the Mand’alor?” Tal’din is suddenly on alert, his brain already moving ahead in whatever scenario would happen. “Why? What happened?” Tal’din waves to the ten Mandalorians as he takes to the streets behind the Jedi and the child. “The Mand’alor has a meeting with the 1^st Chair. Are they in trouble?”

"Maybe. Better keep up!”

Tal’din squints against the sunshine when the pod floats above the people so he could fly faster and unencumbered. He and the Mando’ade stop and stare in amazement when the Togruta took to the roof in a single jump then run in a speed that no human could possibly do.

“Let’s go! The Mand’alor needs us!” Tal’din rallied the ten Mandalorians with him.

-o0o-

GUEST COTTAGES, CALODAN

Luke Skywalker’s hut is similar in design and size as Ahsoka Tano and Din Djarin’s guest house. They all have a small enclosed space beyond the dining area to let the breeze in.  Ahsoka turned her space as a niche for her meditation area and Luke copied her idea.  Luke prefers to hold his meditation session at night to think about all that happened that day and to calm himself before going to bed.

But today after he had taken a bath he was compelled to do one even if it’s the middle of the day. It stems from the aftermath of his practice with Din Djarin. He was disturbed by the thoughts of the people at the arena. As there were plenty of minds to sift and analyze Luke uses meditation to focus on one individual thought until he’s finished with all of them. It wouldn’t be a lengthy meditation, perhaps an hour or two since the mainstream of people’s thoughts were about amazement, wonder and disbelief. All he needs to sift are the thoughts errant to the ones in the audience.

The Jedi dragged one of the large flat pillows from the fireplace and placed it by the wide-open doors of the enclosed backyard. The weather is a little erratic on Calodan these days; changing on a whim so he’d better not meditate outside for now. Luke got himself settled, crossing his legs, his feet bare. Unlike others Luke prefers to wear his native clothes from Tattoine; the inner wear of soft hand-spun fiber to protect the skin from the rougher outer wear. It’s comfortable and it’s his connection from home.

With his eyes closed Luke begins to do the process of breathing deep to bring himself into a state of relaxation. The ambient sound of birds, the hum of voices in the distance as part of the organic, of nature, part of the Force. As his mind becomes quieter Luke goes deeper into a tranquil state of mind.

But something is happening; the Jedi frowns at a sound that suddenly fills the cottage. Eyes closed his head jerks slightly where the movement come from.

A swish of cloth.

Tinkling of tiny bells.

A sob.

Luke swiftly got to his feet and faced the origin of the sound. “Why are you here?”

-o0o-

 

Chapter 51: WERO

Summary:

While helping Grogu find a Jedi, an accident on Tython turned Din Djarin to a Force sensitive. Caught at a crossroads, he went back to Calodan to become the padawan of Ahsoka Tano but…Din’s other life has caught up with him.
A/N: I love the story of Din Djarin and Grogu. Also I am writing this because of the force of my inspiration Pedro Pascal and not for monetary gain. I have spoken. This is the way!
1 : Yuno, Din's attendant would look like kid on the side of the road from Season 2 Episode 15-The Believer.
2: On Pinterest see Din Djarin’s cute cottage in Calodan under the name Acer Wolfe at Silver Moon Inuyoukai board. You can also see the picture of the Mantis, Din’s new vehicle and the cliffs where Din and Grogu went to.
3: Alor-leader
4 Known turtles included the giant sea turtle of Dorumaa and the puffer turtle of Clak'dor VIII. Aquatic turtles also lived in the Great Sea of Artorias.
5 Meiloorun fruit- a fruit with an orange and yellow rind.
6 Tove /toh-veh/
7 Wero [Mando’a] -Problem

PADAWAN

CHAPTER 51

WERO

On this former Imperial bridge, Anakin Skywalker sedately paces its length as he contemplates the vastness of space; he has three wide angles to choose from. Each side features a breath-taking view of a different slice of space where he’d stand or sit depending on his mood.  The Force Ghost would turn his attention at one exact area to see if he could recognize the constellations.

Regrettably, he didn’t find Naboo among the clusters of stars and galaxies and he racked his head on what neighboring galaxy it is near from but it was futile. Still, it’s a fascinating way to kill time.

This needs meditation, with a lift in his steps and swish of his robes the Jedi turns around passing by the empty consoles and chairs in the control chamber. He avoids passing through the consoles and other solid objects. He could but it’s not as interesting nor as stimulating as the former one.

Anakin had walked this floor when he was Darth Vader and whenever that happens, he could feel the current of fear and anxiety snap and crackle on the bridge.

He was relieved that it was from another life but after he became a Force Ghost there were instances when he would have painful recollections of the things he had done when he was the Supreme Commander of the Imperial Fleet but he could rely on the Force to get him through it.

As Anakin arrived at his favored place, he lowers himself to the carpet and created a comfortable area by the blast door. This meditation could last in an hour or twelve. Who knows? Force Ghosts hasn’t any concept of time as their body do not weaken from lack of sleep, hunger and thirst. They are the Force. No matter how many hours, days, weeks or even years they indulge in meditation it has no bearing on their noncorporeal bodies.

In his estimation it was barely an hour in his meditation when Anakin came out of his Zen-like state. There was a tinge of puzzlement on his face for knowing something is wrong.

‘What are you doing here?’ He looks at a part of the bridge with incredulity.

‘Anakin.’  Din raised a finger in greeting to the Jedi. In a blink of an eye the Force ghost is right in his face. ‘Hey, you’re tall.’  Din looks at the Jedi up and down.

‘Why are you here?’  The disbelief has not left his face. This isn’t happening.

‘I dunno.’ The bridge is the same as Din remembers it but it’s been cleared of the scattered bodies and weapons of the imperial staff. He couldn’t see outside the blast doors but he’s certain all what’s left of the broken dark troopers were gone. ‘Is this the same bridge?’

‘Din, are you alright?’

‘Yeah. I guess.’ Din and the Jedi share the same befuddled looks.

‘What happened?’ Anakin pauses before he follows the Mandalorian king deeper on the bridge.

‘Kalon walked out on me.’ Din starts to pace the bridge. Bam! One of the consoles got the brunt of Din’s anger.

‘Reason?’  Anakin purses his lips at the sound.

‘Aylith.’ Din passes by another console. Bam!

‘Explain.’

‘Why didn’t she just read my mind?’ Bam!

‘They’re notoriously possessive.’ Arms akimbo, Anakin took a deep breath- that noise is beginning to get on his nerves, ghost or not. Bam!

‘I gather that.’ Bam!

The Force and I are one. The Force and I are one. ‘Did you talk with the councilwoman?’

When Din completed the U-turn, he stopped at one of the consoles near the blast door and touched the chair. The Mandalorian looked pensive and suddenly sad. ‘Yeah, I did.’

‘Good.’  Yes, thank the Force the Mandalorian stopped that noisy banging on the consoles. The Jedi nodded in approval, arms akimbo.  ‘But it doesn’t answer the question why you’re here.’

‘Is this weird?’

‘Uh...unprecedented.’ Anakin smirks when the Mandalorian’s hand passed through Anakin all the way through up to the gauntlet.

‘Weird. Hey, I was meaning to ask-how are you?’ Din noticed Anakin seems to have copied Luke’s style; the beige linen robe-like tunic, loose pants and that ever present light saber hanging by their side.

‘Well, I’m a spectre.’ The ghost spread out his arms wide.

‘Yeah, that you are. This is in my head?’

‘It is.’

‘Do Jedi normally...usually…’

‘No. You are the first, I believe to enter your own consciousness. You have no idea what you’ve done, have you Din?’ Anakin was astonished that Din wasn’t going crazy. He would.

‘You sound like Ahsoka.’

‘And I’ll take that as a compliment.’

‘You have no idea too, huh?’

‘I know things but not everything. Why don’t we take time to analyze what happened. Uh, Din?’ Anakin realized he only has the ‘air’ as his audience. He’s talking to himself.  Din Djarin wandered off like an attention deficit child. ‘Din?’

‘Why is this still wrecked?’ His fingers run on the bumps and divot on the blast door in wonder. It took him back on that day, that feeling of hopelessness.

‘Why do you think?’

‘Okay, I get it. Payback.’ Din thumbs the consoles, snorting at the Jedi’s raised brows. ’It must mean I’m still hooked on this event, is that it?’

‘Maybe.’ The Force Ghost didn’t know he has an expression of disbelief. ‘You tell me.’

‘It’s the first time I was scared shit, not for my own life. I didn’t want to lose Grogu to the empire again. Everything I’ve done is going to end in this room. I would die and my son would be taken by Gideon, do to him anything he wants until he exhausted everything from him and Grogu loses his life. It would all be for nothing.’

‘What happened in your life were not light. I was trained not to let feelings rule me, I thought I could control my emotions using the Force.’

‘But you couldn’t, right?’ Anakin turns away with a pained grimace.

‘We’ve relied too much on the Force that we neglect to learn how to fully trust our own instinct. W hen I thought Padme died…’

‘Luke’s mom.’

‘I believed every lie fed to me. I never questioned anything because I believed the wrong people.’

‘And what about Ahsoka?’

Anakin cracked a sad grin. ‘You’re sneaky. Yes, it was another of my mistakes.’

‘What are you telling me?’

‘This is more than just about Kalon. This is about why you reject your kingship. You hate that tittle but you hate the rules even more. So, make your own rules.’

‘You and Aylith said the same thing.’

‘See? Great minds think alike. By the way, it’s great to finally meet you, Mand’alor, but you freak me out being here.’

-o0o-

The Mantis, Calodan

“Something’s wrong.”

“Why are we stopping, lady Tano?”

“This is as far as you go.”

The Mando’ade didn’t have to be told to stop-the rock Ahsoka floats and drops on the ground was enough.  The ten delegates follow the fist-sized rock as it traces a sharp line on the ground.

“Stay outside this line.” Ahsoka says after the stone created a wide perfect circle.

“Yes. Yes, my lady.” Zhan Tal’din and the ten stare at the smoldering rock where it lay.  

“Grogu, follow me.” With those parting words the Jedi left the eleven Mandalorians.

“Hey Zhan, are we just going to stay here?” Asks a female voice.

“Yeah.” Tal’din turns his attention to the ten for the first time. “What she said.”

“Why?” The woman with yellow beskar looks at the Jedi suspiciously.

“Jedi shit. Relax, Tove. She’s the Mand’alor’s friend. I trust her.”

-o0o-

Ahsoka lays a hand on her student’s pod. “Grogu, go wake up Din.” While the boy quickly moved his pod forward Ahsoka goes around the firepit.  

Concerned, Grogu peered at his father who remain seated at one of the logs. The boy’s worry rose when his father doesn’t even stir; Buir always opens his arms whenever he sees him but now he sits there, unmoving, like one of his statues. ‘Buir! Wake up!’  The boy leans over and taps Din’s knee several times. No reaction-. I’m not strong enough, Artoo said.  Grogu bumps Din’s knees a few times with the pod moving back and observing some more. When that didn’t work he did it a little harder on his fourth and fifth try but nothing changed.

Grogu didn’t like this quiet buir. He couldn’t even read his thoughts. It is something new for the boy; his father’s mind is always active, full of plans, frustrations of not implementing his plans, the feelings he has for his mother and him. Buir is worried for him all the time and now Grogu is worried about the man he now calls father.

Grogu intently looks at the unmoving man before him unsure what else to do.  He wanted to ask for ideas from Ahsoka but she’s still busy ‘reading’ the air. She told him this is their next lesson for next week and she keeps trying to get him excited for that but he’s not looking forward to it at all.

Back to buir, he has to do something drastic. The boy frowns; he studies his hands for a moment then lifts them up, palms forward. Grogu took a deep breath and squeezes his eyes shut before he let loose a joint shot of Force Push. The impact floated his pod backwards. Grogu’s eyes snapped open. Did I hurt him? The child’s shoulders slump in utter frustration.

At his call Ahsoka stops the ‘reading’ and hurriedly came over. “Din. Din!” Even she got no answer. No movement, no sound. Ahsoka pats his shoulder after Grogu explained what he did. “I see. Come with me, Grogu. Tal’din…”

“What happened to the Mand’alor?”

“He’s in a state of fugue.”

“What’s that?

“It means he went inside his mind.”

“Wh-what?”

“Isn’t he just sleeping?” The leader of Clan Saxon regard the motionless Din with worry. 

“No, he’s not. Tal’din, you need to take care of Grogu.”

“Of course! We will guard him with our lives…”

“If you have to, but you need to calm him down, distract him. Can you do that?”

“You can count on us but what will you do?

“I follow Din.”

“Follow? Where?” The aide was speechless when the Jedi pointed to her head.

“No time to explain. Don’t interfere, suvarir?”  

“Suvarir!”

-o0o-

The Indomitable

Aylith Hyru, 1^st Chair of the Council of Mandalore survived the destruction of her planet, then hunger when she and other Mandalorian survivors were bouncing from one parsec to another with their dwindling food supply and fuel each passing day, a coup, an explosion during a rebel attack and even failed assassination attempt by her own people but this one terrified Aylith Hyru.

There was a reason why all Jedi in general and the lesser-known Force-sensitive people were regarded with wariness, anger and even fear.

Aylith first experienced that terrifying ability when Din Djarin choked her and his very presence with that flame swirling around him was unsettling. Like what she told Grogu… (Oh yes, the child who messed up her buy’ce!) as a warrior the feeling of helplessness is what she’s not accustomed to. And she was back in that same feeling of powerlessness as she was lifted off of her feet and flung toward the maw of that portal.

The last thing Aylith Hyru saw before her entry to that portal was Din Djarin; he moved as if to grab her but everything became dark and she was floating in it until she was tossed violently back to the cruiser.

“Mother fu-fucker!” Aylith feel such shame; she’s rolling like an upturned Dorumaa turtle.  She took down with her two flight deck managers who were standing right outside the portal as she flew out of it. “Fuck her!” She rages. “Fuck that b-bitch!”

“Kara’jag Vigg, Constable Neral, emergency on flight deck C!” Coincidentally, Din Djarin’s flight deck manager got up first and gave Aylith a hand.

“What happened, kara’dala?” One of the two men who attempted to catch her look shocked as well. “Did you come from there?”

“Was that the Mand’alor I saw?” Din Djarin’s flight deck manager asks.

“Ne…never mind.” Aylith thanks the men. The flight deck echoes with the intruder alarm. “Just sh-shut that noise!”

“What the fuck’s happening? What the hell’s that?” He sees a gang of people gathering around a circular glowing thing on the flight deck when Olar Vigg arrives. The dark interior sparkles as if there were nebula inside but for him it looks menacing.  “No! Step away from it!”

“That fucking w-witch sent me through a wuh-wormhole!” Aylith hissed, as Vigg pulls her away from the six-meter-high portal.

“Lady Kalon?” Vigg exclaimed in disbelief.

“Yes! She appeared a-a-out of the blue and tossed mim-me inside that!” Suddenly, a sound in her helmet made her jump. It’s the beep for an incoming call. “Fuck!” her hands tremble as she clicks the respond button. “Ye-yes! Mand’alor! Yes…” Aylith’s jaw tremble to control her stutter. “I’m back. I…I was just startled. I’m fine. Yes, we’ll talk…talk soon.”

“Ka'ara dala, are you alright? Constable!” Vigg is alarmed as Aylith sways on her feet.  He grabs her arm before she crashes over to the floor. “Call a medic. The councilwoman has taken ill.” Vigg and the constable support her upright, taking an arm each. The two men looks on worriedly as they feel her body trembling.

“Lady Hyru, hang on, the baar’rur is on his way. Is she sick?” Neral tightened his hold on Aylith as her knees start buckling.

“Yeah, Lady Kalon chucked her over from that infernal thing!”

“What?!” The constable turned just in time the portal winked out of existence. Peytr Neral thought he heard Vigg mutter something dark under his breath. “Lady Kalon? Why?”

“I don’t know. Must be a woman thing.  Here! Over here!” Olar Vigg wave at the white clothed baar’rur accompanied by an assistant. “She passed out.” 

“Lady Aylith, can you hear me?” Immediately, the baar’rur wave a device over his patient, the red glow scans her vitals. “She’s not responding.”

“Take her.” Vigg and Neral hurriedly lay the limp councilwoman on the carrier. “Go!” Vigg orders the medics.

“What happened? She has a meeting with the Mand’alor thirty minutes ago.” The stayed until the medics turn the corner to the lift. At the 3^rd chair’s command Neral follows Vigg. The 3^rd chair looks pissed before he returns his buy’ce on his head. “What happened to that?”

“That’s what we got to find out.”

-o0o-

The Mantis, Calodan

From behind Ahsoka’s line Zhan Tal’din watches with apprehension. The Mand’alor’s foundling did everything which Tal’din empathized and admired the child’s dogged devotion to Din Djarin.

“Will you all quiet down!” The aide hissed. He had had enough. Like their irritating buzz the ten were murmuring like Bahl flies.

“Tal’din, why are we behind this line, huh?” The speaker is from one of the oldest houses.

“Yeah, we let the Jedi tell us what to do now?” says another leader, a younger one. The former clan leader died after an altercation with another he was catapulted to the post since he was next in line.

“Do you all see that? Do you have the ability to undo whatever that is?” Tal’din nods when the ten had nothing to say. ‘Yeah, I don’t think so.”

“Zhan, just sayin’ the Mand’alor kinda prefer them Jedi and those Calodan instead of us. You know what I’m sayin’? Aren’t you a bit put off about it?” says the former speaker, he stands above the rest not only for his height but also his built.

“Tal’din, are you pro-Jedi too?” A female warrior jerks her helmet toward Ahsoka but the gesture was on the side of discourteous.

“What the fuck are you talking about?”

“You’re buddy-buddy with her.” The woman who speaks comes from Aylith Hyru’s clan; Tove Shukur, one from her maternal side.

“It’s my job. Your opinion is not my problem.”

“Tal’din I get it, but lately the Mand’alor has been surrounded by these people.” The man named Fenn Aranov from Clan Saxon, stands a little aggressively.

“First of all,” Tal’din bristles particularly as soon as the man sweeps his hands to the Jedi, the Calodan fort with contempt including Grogu.  “these people gave a helping hand to Din Djarin and his son, and you tell me this, what were we occupied at?” Tal’din eyeballs the ten but only a few could return his glare. “We’re all trying to end each other!”

“We’re here, aren’t we? You sound like you don’t trust us.”

“Are we really as one, Aranov?” The man stares at Tal’din but Zhan beat him with a retort. “Yeah, the distrust is mutual. Surprised?”

“Tal’din, our goal is to take back Mandalore with the new leader but he’s just not in the game!” The man sounds frustrated and starts pointing his blaster to the circle of fire.

“He and his kid were on the run from the Empire!”

“The empire? Ah! Not this shit again!”

“Are you all stupid?!” Tal’din lowers his voice and hissed his words “We’re riding on Moff Gideon’s cruiser! Who cleaned up the dead and the droids up there? Us! You know what else? That cruiser is where Din Djarin defeated Moff Gideon. I think it’s time you all see the holo.”

“What holo?”

“There was a holo?”

“Why didn’t we know about this?”

“Let me see, because Bo Katan didn’t want people to know how she was a loser?”

“What do you want us to do?” The man from clan Awaud and the others were obviously at a loss. All they did were turn their buy’ce at each other.

Tal’din nods in satisfaction as the Togruta comes back with the foundling. “What do you think we should do?”

-o0o-

‘Uh-oh!’ Anakin nods behind the Mandalorian. The former Jedi takes a few steps and ‘leans’ to the wall. ‘Someone’s looking for you.’ Anakin has this ‘you’re in trouble’ smirk.

‘Fancy meeting you here, padawan.’

‘Fuck!’  Din hissed while Anakin looks amused expecting a colorful reprimand from his colleague.

‘Hey! Don’t you dare put that bucket back.’ The Togruta orders; it froze her former student with eyes as big as Grogu’s.

‘Ahsoka.’ Din keeps sweeping his eyes away.

‘Why were you shy to show me your face, padawan?’ Ahsoka tries to stay serious but Din’s face as red as a Meiloorun fruit made her lose it.  

‘You don’t say.’ Anakin frowns at Din.

‘I have a beef with you about that.’ The Togruta taps Din’s chest plate.

‘Uhm, there’s no chance…’ Dins shoulders sag at Ahsoka’s glare. ‘I…I have no explanation.’

‘Okay, ‘Mr.-I-have-no-explanation’, what are you doing here?’

‘He’s creeping me out, actually.’ Anakin grins from his place at the wall.

‘Oh really?’

Ahsoka folds her arms like Anakin and something was communicated between the two Jedi. It was subtle but Din is used to this kind of faint tells as a Mandalorian. Din wonders what made Anakin’s grin waver and it took the Force Ghost a few seconds before he snaps out of it.

‘Snips…’

‘Snips?’ A bark of a laugh came from Din but he quickly pulled it back at her glower.

‘Ahsoka used to have snarky comebacks when she was shorter…’

‘Shorter?!’  Ahsoka bristled at the word. Anakin only smirks at Ahsoka’s reaction even when she reaches for one of her sabers.

‘I mean younger.’ The boyish grin is back but still a little forced. ‘Did I say shorter? Nah.’

‘Find a new word, or else.’ Ahsoka ignores Anakin’s snort and faced her former student. ‘Din, come back. Grogu…’

‘Shit! I…is the kid okay?’ How could he be so stupid? ‘I was just here and don’t know how I did it.’

‘That’s why we need to go now. I left Grogu with Aylith’s aide but I don’t trust the others with him. Let’s go.” Ahsoka is amazed at the emotion that she’s seeing the first time on Din Djarin. ‘Don’t do this to him. He’s scared of losing you, remember that.’

‘Things will be fine, Din.’ Anakin stands behind Ahsoka. ‘Ignore the distractions, trust your instincts, follow what your heart tells you. What?’ Anakin shrugs at another one of Ahsoka’s meaningful side eye.

‘Yeah, listen to him.’ Ahsoka rolls her eyes before taking Din’s arm.

‘Hey! Come on, Snips!’

‘See you, SkyGuy.’

-o0o-

A tense Luke Skywalker sits opposite Kalon on the round table. He found the Dathomir witch standing in the middle of his cottage muttering under her breath, tightly pacing the floor, tense.

The witch recoiled as if she was touched by a live brand at his slight touch, trembling. “Lady Kalon, why are you here?” Luke led the shaken and dazed Kalon to the table. “Here, sit down.”

“I…I did something so wrong.” Beringed hands covers her face. “How could I have done that…dear matriarch!”

“Tell me what you did, Lady Kalon.” Luke got more concerned because his question made her break into sobs.

“Din…hates me now.”  Finally, her face was revealed to Luke eyes rimmed pink. Kalon looks up, face full of regret. “I let my jealousy…”

“For Lady Aylith?”

Kalon slams a hand on the table. “Jedi, stop snooping in my head!”

“It’s plain to see.” The witch scowls at Luke’s shrug. “Tell me what you have done.”

“I threw her inside a moongate.” Kalon’s face fell at the look of shock from the Jedi.

“But that’s not all, is it?” This question sparked another sobbing from the pale witch.

“No.” Tears streaming, the witch looks away, a trembling hand over her mouth. “I…kept her there in limbo.”

The Jedi tensed in his seat, concerned. “For how long?” She gave him a shake of the head instead.

The witch had fresh burst of tears at how Luke reacted. “I’m sorry.”

“Extended? What do you mean? How long?” Kalon shakes her head, eyes streaming. “For how long, Lady Kalon?”

-o0o-

In the tiny kitchen of the cottage, Luke Skywalker places the lid on the blue tea pot and it in the middle of the wooden tray along with honey and slices of red citrus. At the last moment he added some sweet biscuits when his stomach reminded him it’s time for mid-morning tea. The tea might calm down the Dathomiri after pouring her guts out to him, so to speak. “This might help…” Luke found his guest up and pacing the floor once more, head turning and lifting as if seeking a signal. Her arms glows and pulsates. “Lady Kalon? What is it?”

“Do you feel it?”

Luke leaves the tray on the round table then quickly reaches out to the Force. Luke sometimes wonders how Ahsoka could access the Force faster than him. “Yes!”

“Come with me.” With a flick of a wrist Kalon summoned the same door; the same one that led to the grassy hills on the other side of the globe. “Go!” the witch points to the circle imperiously.

“Where does that lead?”

“It’s safe.”

The witch didn’t like his hesitation to step into the portal. “It’s not the answer to my question, Lady Kalon.”

“Trust me.”

But after what the witch confessed on what she did to the 1st Chair of Mandalore, Luke Skywalker isn’t that enthusiastic. “Should I?”

“Jedi, let’s go! My family is in danger!”

“Wait! Let me get my shoes on!” Luke took a step to his shoes by the door but his foot didn’t touch the cold hard floor.

“Done!” Waiting by the moon gate, the impatient witch waves to surprised Jedi over. “No time to waste, Jedi!”

-o0o-

Calodan, The Mantis

“What’s been happening over there?” The big man, Nam Loras who is as stocky as Paz Vizsla, looks at the black line on the ground.

“She’s trying to get him out of the fugue.” Tal’din added some hand gestures for explanation.

“Fugue? What the hell is that?”

“She said he’s gone in his head.”

“What the fuck?!” The man from clan Awaud threw up his hands. “What drivel did she feed you with?”

“Alor Loras, if you were not aware of what the Jedi does. They have an ability to enter someone’s mind…”

“Is that what she’s doing right now?”

“You mustn’t! This is the most dangerous part of the mind…alor Loras!” Zhan Tal’din warned the man from Clan Awaud. “Stop him!”  Suddenly, two Mandalorians block his way. “What the hell? Get out of my way!”

Alor Loras strode past the other leaders who let him pass and steps the delineated line Ahsoka marked on the ground.

“Loras! It’s dangerous! Don’t do it!”

“Ge'ver'alor Zhan, you’re one of them Jedi-friendly ones. Why  do you like ‘em better than us?” Tove sneers in Tal’din’s face.

She’s so close to his face Zhan could see the scratches on her buy’ce. “They don’t jab blasters up my neck, that’s why.”

“Tove, this is rash! Even for you.” One of the ten called Gaar Dos from clan Skirata cautioned the woman. “Let him go!”

“This is treason, Tove.” Another leader spoke up. “What do you aim to achieve by killing or harming them?”

“Harm…the Jedi?” While addressing Zhan, Gaar Dos aims his blaster at Tove and the two other people tackling Zhan.

“Yes! Stop him! This is wrong!” It was worth the painful extra jab on Zhan’s throat to gain two allies in return.

-o0o-

It feels like a hundred Nexu is rampaging across the valley; their lethal paws tearing the ground in their run. And that is how fast Grogu’s heart is beating at this moment. The situation abruptly became tense. Their voices became angry and high then Grogu was surprised when he sees Tal’din struggling with three Mandalorians.

Ahsoka and father are still doing a mind meld.

Tal’din is in danger.

He’s alone among strangers. What should I do?

Cautiously, the boy floats towards the line on the ground. At this distance it’s possible to feel something of their emotion and it gets worse as he got nearer.  

“Protect the foundling!” Zhan Tal’din pleads to the others sounding desperate.

“Come child. It’s safe here.” It startled and stopped the woman for a second or two after Grogu rapidly swung the pod away. She didn’t know what to do as the boy went inside the line.

“I’ll get him. This ridiculous ‘mind whatever’ has to stop now.”

Grogu stops floating and swung around to see the man in red armor step over the dark border. It’s a protection line, they have to know that. He’ll be…The woman and the others, even Grogu flinched in shock at the shout of pain. The big man shakes and howls in agony. Then the man collapsed to the ground.

“Loras? Loras!” The woman calls out. “Get up!”

Grogu looks at the man writhing on the ground then at the Mandalorians who were bewildered. Grogu knows the man is hurt and might need some help but he was astounded when Loras pushed himself up.

“Yes, come on! Get up!”

When Loras unsteadily got up to his feet Grogu did not waste time, he swiftly turns around and he kept his finger pressed on the forward cursor. It is now a race between him and the man. The boy focused on where he’s going as soon as Loras takes the first step.

-o0o-

‘Ahsoka…’

‘Hey, I get it. You have your reasons.’

‘Yes, let me say something.’

‘Alright, my montrals are yours.’

‘I just…I’m looking for the right time.’

‘Like a ceremony or something?’ Ahsoka smirks and takes a step back after getting a reaction from her former padawan. Did he give me an eye roll? The Togruta softly chuckles. ‘Fine, I’ll listen.’

“You’re a good friend.’

‘I see. You’re lucky I don’t like you or I’ll be hurt.’  After a moment of seeing the varied emotion coming and going her student’s face the Togruta laughed out loud.

‘Ahsoka, I’m serious!’ That too made her laugh louder.

‘I’m just joking.’ She was rewarded by the melting of Din’s tension around the shoulders. ‘If I’d known how expressive this face is I’d have pulled that buy’ce off sooner.’  Din’s look of alarm almost made her laugh again.  Ahsoka playfully pushed Din forward, grinning all the time. ‘Just pulling your leg, padawan.’

-o0o-

“Get out of my way, ad’ika.” Loras limps badly.  With a rough cry the burly Mandalorian falls down as he takes a few steps when his leg gave way.  He went down shaking, struggling on the ground. “Shit! Shit!”

“Loras! Are you okay?”

“Get up, man!”

“Get up!”

“Don’t follow him! Its booby trapped!”

Grogu prepares himself but he is scared because his task is to defend buir and Ahsoka. Where is master Luke? And mom? Grogu begins to concentrate to reach out to the Force; he takes a deep breath and closes his eyes…. No, I can’t. He opens his eyes again and frowns what to do with the Mandalorian.  

As if preparing for a fight the boy punches the button that lowers the clear dome. With a hiss it seals him inside while he’s frantically thinking of another plan to slow down Loras.

He must stop moving…

I must stop him.

-o0o-

 

Chapter 52: PROTECTOR

Summary:

While helping Grogu find a Jedi, an accident on Tython turned Din Djarin to a Force sensitive. Caught at a crossroads, he went back to Calodan to become the padawan of Ahsoka Tano but…Din’s other life has caught up with him.

A/N: I love the story of Din Djarin and Grogu. Also I am writing this because of the force of my inspiration Pedro Pascal and not for monetary gain. I have spoken. This is the way!

1 : Yuno, Din's attendant would look like kid on the side of the road from Season 2 Episode 15-The Believer.

2: On Pinterest see Din Djarin’s cute cottage in Calodan under the name Acer Wolfe at Silver Moon Inuyoukai board. You can also see the picture of the Mantis, Din’s new vehicle and the cliffs where Din and Grogu went to.

3: The xantha was a difficult musical instrument created on Goroth Prime that involved plucking strings and covering holes with one's fingers.

4: Beskar'gam- the Mandalorian language of Mando'a—a name which meant "iron skin" in Basic

5 Paksona (my own invention)- a dessert on Dathomir using various nuts but the process is complicated.

6 Nikiseh (my own invention)-a small furry mammal as big as a cat from Shili.

PADAWAN

CHAPTER 52

PROTECTOR

I know what I’m capable of;

I am a soldier now,

A warrior.

I am someone to fear,

Not hunt.

-Pittacus Lore

Calodan, Mantis

He must stop moving…

Grogu hates violence most of all and to use his ability for that purpose, but at this moment, everything he has been taught since he was the age of twenty is being tested to the max. The prospect of hurting or giving pain sickens him; he’d feel their anguish as if it’s his own, but he must if he had to.

Thinking furiously, the boy’s large brown eyes darted around; left and right, right and left. There is always a way, his father says. The Mandalorian’s way is at times direct and harsh since it is a matter of  between the bounty hunter’s life and another, and violence is and was needed. Grogu had witnessed that rule whenever his father goes on a hunting spree, but, according to the Mandalorian now and then violence is necessary to defend and protect.

So be it.

As if preparing for a fight the boy lowers the clear dome with a flick of a switch. As the polycarbonate barrier quickly seals him inside, he thinks of a strategy to stall Loras. Suddenly Grogu froze, and with a deep breath did something that even he was surprised by his choice.

This is the way.

-o0o-

The Mind Meld

‘How did you ever come up with these images, padawan? I was almost confused; it was so realistic. It’s almost as if some imps would come crawling out and start shooting.’  Ahsoka spins on her heels, paying attention to the Tie fighters up at the ceiling. Walking side by side, Ahsoka continues to smirk at Din from waffling whether to put the helmet back on or not. ‘Keep it off. It won’t kill you if you do.’

‘I broke the rule and they renounced me.’  

‘It’s a shame. Do you regret it?’ Ahsoka walks back to where he stands in the middle of the launch bay. It was a coincidence it was almost the exact area where Aylith was tossed out from the moon gate.

‘No, I don’t. To tell you the truth, I felt liberated.’

‘Then you have followed your heart.’ The former Jedi takes Din’s arm to console her padawan.

‘Strange thing to hear from you.’ Without meaning to his brows surged up, surprised.

‘Well, certain events have lent to this,’ The Jedi added with a wiggling of her fingers. ‘shall we call, ‘flexibility’’.

‘I hope that’s a good beginning.’ Din says as he looks down to the Jedi. Ahsoka faces forward and although Din couldn’t read her thoughts in the mind meld, he could only rely on what registers on her seemingly stoic expression.

‘It’s a painful way to realize we die once we stop evolving.’ The former Jedi said gently.

‘Anakin kinda looks unsettled.’  Din gave his friend and former teacher a sly glance.

‘Oh, for the mercy of the ancients. Fine!’ Heaving a big sigh while Din grinned because his words got the right push he wanted. 'You know,’ says Ahsoka, waving a finger at him, eyes narrowed, ‘you remind me of the ‘nikiseh’ from Shili.’

‘What’s that?’

‘Small tenacious animals who never let go when they latch on to something. Kinda like someone I know.’ Ahsoka sent a half-serious pointed glare at her former student.

‘Are they cute?’ His grin got wider at her eye roll.

‘Annoying.’ The Jedi snorts at his words but as she looks away all jollity slowly faded from her lips. ‘Anakin let me down when I needed him the most.’ She said after a long pause. For a second her grip on his arm tightened as Ahsoka stares at a point in front of them but she is looking beyond that; of the past that still evoke pain from the Jedi.

‘Shit. Ahsoka, I didn’t mean to….’ Din rubs his neck, feeling guilty for poking his nose in. The pat on the arm for his lapse didn’t lessen his mortification.

‘All is good. Old habits die hard, hm?’

She’s right. The old routine of grilling someone for answers, leaning in to add pressure until the person gives in, to elicit fear but there are some exceptions to that old habit. ‘So, you still mad at him?’

‘What do you think?’ She spares him a glance then swings her attention back to the ‘ship’.

‘I think the Jedi have surprising ways to control emotions.’

‘Do we?’ Ahsoka responds with a brighter smile this time.

‘Yeah, we would be trading shots at one bad move. You saw that with your own eyes, right?’

‘If you only knew. Enough of that. Hey, I…’ With a grin, the Jedi hooks her arm a little snug around Din’s as they continue to walk out, ‘have a favor to ask.’

‘On?’ Din smiles because knows what’s up; every time Ahsoka uses that tone means she wants something.

‘Help me change Grogu’s mind about…’

-o0o-

Calodan, The Mantis

Behind the borderline, a handful of Mando’ade leaders continue to shout words of encouragement to Loras to make him move and stand on his feet but as the man gets up unsteadily something staggered the big man and down he went to his knees once more. The Mandalorians froze in complete disbelief as the man was hit once more by an unseen force. They followed where the ‘shots’ came from just as the prince unleashed another shot on Loras until the man succumbed and fell on his face. The Mando’ade looked at each other then as one, point their weapons to the little boy.

Zhan Tal’din must have fallen in the pit of a nightmare where all manner of logic fled from all and sundry around him. “No! Lower your weapons! No!” They’re making a mistake again! Fools! Idiots! Tal’din took the chance of his captor’s surprise to elbow one of them. Once he’s halfway free he snatches Tove’s blaster, punched her under her chin and shot another man.

“Get in there! Help Loras!”

“What? You go! I’m not going to be a part of it.” The leader of Clan Nari, Dola Ven, pushed the one who volunteered him.

“Stop!” Zhan would have impressed the Jedi at how fast he moved. He elbowed, punched and slammed people left and right in a mad dash to make his way to the front. While the others were still managing to get their wits about the young aide activated all the appliances in his arsenal once he got to the front. He made sure the rest of the ten realize that he’s dead serious. “How dare you?! He’s our prince!”

“He attacked Loras!” The interim leader of this insanity, the female leader from clan Eldar named Yamika Koor shouts back.

“He’s scared! He protects his father and his teacher!” Some people managed to avoid the blaster shots Zhan Tal’din let go right in the way of the Ten. It stopped them from advancing especially to one of them who was trying to raise his gauntlet. “One more move and you die!” Zhan breathes a little easier; one of the ten who seemed to be an ally nod to him. It is Riye Rau, the great grandson of Fenn Rau aims his gauntlet towards the group. Tal’din’s apprehension is at resent a little more manageable now that he’s not alone.

“The fuck, Tal’din! Really?”

“He’s just a boy!” Zhan is incensed and he’s on the verge of firing at these traitors. “Stand down!”

“No! Damn…!” Yamika Koor, took a step back as a blaster goes for her neck.

It belongs to Osik Taakur, the new leader of clan Wren, who also joined Tal’din’s side. He and his clan sought to make up for Bo Katan’s mistakes to clan Mudhorn. Many of their people are in agreement that Bo Katan shouldn’t have positioned herself as the Mand’alor without acquiring the Darksaber thru combat. She put the entire creed and their planet under a curse for pretending who she isn’t.

“Have you all forgotten who he is?!” Tal’din cursed again. He is gaining confidence that a few more people are joining to protect the foundling. “The council will hear of this!” The aide’s glower fades off at an unanticipated and chilling event begin to happen.

-o0o-

Focus…

Do not be afraid.

Unlike his father who was trained as a Mandalorian in every sense of the word he, on the other hand, had been training with the Jedi for thirty years. Grogu had heard about the Jedi code over and over again at the academy. It’s the code about balance, respect for all life forms, empathy towards others, self-control over emotions and passions. As a Jedi alumni he must defend, protect, and never to attack others.  Meanwhile, the Mandalorians believe in strength, honor, loyalty, and of the death warrior culture centered on armor, weapons, and war.

Then there’s his first rescuer who restored his body and soul, Kalon the matriarch of Dathomir who treated him as a person not a thing or a pet.

He had a few good years of quiet life living on Dathomir, even with a little rocky start and even rockier departure.

Now with the Dathomiri, the witches have their own rule, their own code, which is not clearly defined except to enlarge their territory and become the most powerful witch on the whole planet.

From Kalon he discovered that the dark side of the Force is not to be feared but to be understood and used. For a witch, that would mean she could command a sovereign control that is more powerful than life itself.

Grogu began to remember snatches of his memory after Kalon reappeared. It was like his mother brought some of the keys to unlock the compartments of his mind. One of them had been cracked open back at the Calodan library.

All he has to do is remember.

The Force and I are one. My will follows my mind…

This is the way.

-o0o-

‘Din. We have to go now.’ Ahsoka’s voice gets louder and echoes around the mind meld as she comes closer and he’s getting more and more agitated.

‘Yeah. Yeah, I know. Wait one.’ Eyes closed, Din mumbles the steps he took to make sure he goes back the same way he did before he exits; he has to go through the solid white wall that separates his own subconscious and the outside world. ‘How? HOW? Focus!’

The patter of Ahsoka’s boots stop right beside Din. ‘What’s wrong?’

‘I can’t. It’s not happening.’ Din said behind gritted teeth glad he put on his buy’ce to hide behind in.

‘Try again…’

‘It’s not working! I’m trying. Shit!’  

‘Right. Look at me…look at me.’ Ahsoka took Din’s arms firmly. ‘Remember the way you came here.’

‘I know how, but it’s not working. Fuck!’

‘Take a deep breath.’ Ahsoka waves her hands to encourage Din to follow. ‘Breathe in…’

‘What if I can’t…what about Grogu?’

‘Hey, take your time. Breathe.’

‘Ahsoka.’ Ahsoka tensed when he grabs her arms. Something is off but she has enormous trust in Din even though she couldn’t hear his thoughts in here.

‘Good. Breathe in…go on.’

‘No.’ Din shakes her arms Mandalorian way to get her attention. ‘There!’

‘Focus, Din!’

‘No.’  Ahsoka resisted a little when Din turns her around to where he seemed to be captivated. ‘Look…’

-o0o-

“Lady Kalon, where are we?”

Luke Skywalker stands tense, grasping his gloved hand. He was stunned at where the moongate took them. It has zero similarity to terra firma, and he has a grim feeling about it all. Luke wished he had viewed this scene from behind the porthole of a spaceship or his X-Wing where he would be captivated by the wonder and the beauty of the creation of a star and its birthplace.

But not this way.

Lady Kalon, the Grand Matriarch of Dathomir brought the two of them into the middle of a nebula.

“Shouldn’t we be at the…wherever it is we’re going?”

“Let’s talk first.”

Luke gingerly reaches out to test the cloud, which probably contains fifty million nascent stars, but thinks better of it. “Uh, certainly.”

“Answer me with all honesty; what does my pledged feel for the councilwoman?”

“This question is more important than your family emergency?”

“I just tricked you.” The witch’s platinum hair moves in waves in the negative shake of her head, punctuated by the tapping of a long silver fingernail. “Jedi, answer my question.”

“Lady Kalon, what is your purpose?”

“You must give me answers, Jedi.”

“Why do you doubt Din’s loyalty to you?”

“You tell me.”

“All you have to do is read his mind.”

The way the witch is getting worked up is disturbing to Luke. She’s strung so tightly like the strings of a Xantha instrument. Her movements were stiff and tense; hands that used to move gracefully were now curled like claws. It made Luke feel concerned for the woman’s well-being.

“Tell me straight, does he like Aylith?”

“Surely you can…”

“I can’t.”

“You can’t read his mind?”

“Not these days. I think he’s gotten better in his ability.”

“We, I mean, Grogu and I don’t have that issue with him.”

“It’s only me?”

“When did this happen?”

“Let me think.” After the witch did a few wide rounds in a circle, she stops like a podracer screeching to a halt in front of Luke. “After the trial.”

“Are you certain?” Luke folds his arms around him and puts his head down.

“Talk!” Kalon clicks her fingers on the Jedi’s face. “What are you thinking?”

“The day of the trial.”

“Alright.” Kalon did a tight pace in front of Luke. “What do you remember?”

“The creature vanished.”

“Yes, because Din killed it with the Dark Saber, right? Right?”

“I am not certain.”

“Of what?”

“That it’s dead.” His words made the witch walk back two paces backwards, her gray eyes like twin moons.

“Jedi, you’re scaring the fuck out of me right now. This isn’t funny!”

“It wasn’t meant to be. That wasn’t…”

“If I read between the lines, you’re saying it’s…”

“In you.”

Kalon was so shocked she almost shrieked. “Fuck!”

Luke inelegantly danced on his toes before deciding to put an awkward arm around the blaster stunned witch. The Jedi was concerned at how the witch is at the cusp of a mental breakdown. “Lady Kalon, do not panic. Please.”

“NOT panic?! You just said it’s inside me! How can’t I not be frightened, Jedi!”

“We will figure it out, lady Kalon.”

“How?! Do you have a matriarch tucked away right there in your tunic?”

“No, but there’s lady Sayir whom I assume is your close friend…”

“No. No. She doesn’t know what I know, so…no!” Kalon slashed the air as an ending.

“Lady Kalon, I hope I’m wrong but if you don’t release us, we might not have time.”

-o0o-

The Mind Meld

The man standing before Din and Ahsoka is from another time. There is no question he is a Mandalorian but his beskar'gam design is so outdated that if Mandalore had a museum that armor would be the prime exhibit at Sundari.

‘Who are you?’ Ahsoka is poised to snatch her sabers from her side. 

‘The first time you and your friend and former master talked, he told you about me.’

‘It’s you. You were the first Mand’alor.’ The same man Din Djarin had a quick glimpse when he touched the Darksaber is solidly standing right in front of him and Ahsoka.

‘That’s right.’ The strange Mandalorian gave them the slightest of nods. ‘I am named Tarre Viszla.’

‘What do you want?’

‘Your friend called for me.’ The man who introduced himself as Tarre Viszla points back up to the bridge; but the bridge is now gone, erased, just a blank wall now that Din left it.

‘Anakin?’ Ahsoka turned to where the man nodded. ‘Anakin called you? What for?’

‘Experience.’

‘Really? Do you have the ability to get the Mand’alor out of here?’ Din realized why Ahsoka got the moniker ‘Snips’; the jaunty fists on her hips is proof. ‘Can you?’

‘Jedi…’

‘I’m no Jedi.’

Din exchanges a meaningful eye with the Togruta. Those brows were not coming down soon he surmises.

‘We,’ Ahsoka points to the two of them, ‘we’re about to attempt such feat. Care to help?’

-o0o-

Calodan, The Mantis

The clear quarter sphere built as an added feature on his pod is a big advantage to help Grogu see a clear view of the outside. He has always hated not knowing what’s been happening outside of his pod especially when he discovered he enjoyed helping out his father hunting. Now he wouldn’t have to wonder anymore and he could be an active participant instead of a mere helpless spectator.

The pod is equipped with air filters of the same design as that of a buy’ce so when the dome is down, he is also protected from the ashy and hazy air of Calodan. In this new pod Grogu would also be safe from the nocturnal predatorial birds native to Calodan his father warned him about. The old pods he had were sorely lacking in any form of creature comfort and now he could even bring food and water. As per instruction of his father the Armorer also designed a better and more comfortable chair since he spends most of his time in the pod, it’s his second home. It’s cozy and roomier than the old ones.

The best part of all is when rain falls on the dome, when it splatters on the clear bubble and runs down the sides. Grogu pictures the pod is his ship and the raindrops as stars streaking by in hyperspace just like when they still have the Razor Crest.

Grogu tries to imagine rain is falling on the dome right now to help calm him. The sounds of people arguing, shouting and blasters going off almost made him lose his concentration chanting the ancient spell.

I must focus….

-o0o-

Mind Meld

‘Do you trust him?’ Turning away Ahsoka rolls her eyes when her voice echoes in the cavern of the ‘ship’.

‘I’ve seen him in the Darksaber.’ Din whispers back.

‘So? What if he’s an enemy?’ Ahsoka frowns at the voice behind her.

‘Your friend up the bridge and I are the same.’ Visla levels Ahsoka with a stare.

‘Really? We’ll see.’ Ahsoka ignored the warning look she got from Din. ‘What do you want?’

‘To get to know the celebrated Te Al'Ori'Ramikade.’

‘I hate that title.’

‘I’ve been with you since day one, Mand’alor. I’m aware.’

‘So, what do you want with me?’

‘To get…’

‘…to know me. Yes, I heard. That’s not it, isn’t it? Let me cut to the chase. Will you show us the way out?’ Din surprised the ancient Mandalorian at his directness.

‘I will.’

‘Good. What’s the catch?’

‘Just a bit of your time…Mand’alor.’

-o0o-

Calodan, The Mantis

“What the hell is he doing now?” Tove Shukur spoke out then she was pushed back to her place by a blaster nozzle. “That’s unnecessary, Taldin!”

Shukur and the rest of her cohorts were given the title the Errant Five, had been rounded up by Zhan Tal’din and the Loyal Five leaders. The names sound ridiculous but he needs to call them something to separate the one from the other.

“Hey, what’s he saying?” Phaak Garriss asks as his buy’ce zooms in to better see what’s happening in the barrier.

“Jedi shit?” Yamika Koor answers back with a sneer in her voice.

“Be quiet Yamika.” Zhan warns the leader. To be honest the mind meld seems to be taking much too long and he’s getting worried.

“This is freaky. Look at that. The Mand’alor hasn’t moved after all that. You don’t call that creepy?” Phaak Garriss is the leader of the newly formed Hunsa clan. Tal’din dislikes his garrulousness.

“Shit! Loras is down again!” Yamika Koor exclaimed.  Riye Rau pushed her back in line when she steps forward.

“It’s the kid….whoa!” Fenn Aranov swayed on his feet then slumped on the ground like a sack of Meiloorun fruit.

“What the….” Yamika fell on her knees before slumping over as well. Lastly, Phaak Garriss toppled over like a fallen tree to the stunned eyes of the others.

When the Errant Five began dropping like Bahl flies the metallic sound of their beskar'gam hitting the pebbly ground. Tal’din and the Five Loyals were scared out of their wits. They step back looking at each other wondering which one of them would go next.

“What is it?” Zhan turns to one of the Loyals waving his gauntlet to scan the air. “Airborne infection? Toxic gas?”

“No. Nothing. The air is…well, just like before.” Gaar Dos shrugs, nodding at the still smog laden air of Calodan.

“What could it be?”

From the corner of his eye, Gaar Dos saw a movement. “Look.” He points to his left.

“What’s he doing?”

It’s the foundling.

From his side of the barrier Zhan Tal’din cautiously approach the boy; he wants to avoid further distressing the child. He doesn’t want the boy to think he’s one of the enemy. Tal’din stops walking when the boy stops, observing as the child hovers over Loras, going around him as if looking for something. Gone was the fear and wariness in the boy’s eyes.

After a few seconds, satisfied at what he saw the boy turns and moves his pod forward.

To the barrier.

-o0o-

Mind Meld

Din senses Ahsoka’s tension and he couldn’t help but feel tense as well. Tarre Vizsla on the other hand, is casual and composed. He moves as if he’s taking a leisurely stroll along the serene streets of Coruscant. When he talks the tall Mandalorian is amiable and somewhat mysterious but the two of them couldn’t seem to get any straight answers from the man.

‘Are you trying to delay us?’ Ahsoka nods to Din. She was about to ask the same question but Din beat her to it.

‘Do you believe that everything happens by chance?’

‘Happenstance?’ Ahsoka frowns. The two friends exchange a look, the man seemed to dislike answering any question since they met him.  

‘Like what?’ Din is becoming suspicious of this character; the man professes to help them but he hasn’t done anything of the sort.

‘There are things that happen in this world and we think it’s all a coincidence. We come across situations, events and people. But they’re not. The Force is still a mystery to many, even for the Jedi, even to those who have existed as long as the universe itself.’

‘‘Existed as long as the universe itself.’’ Ahsoka murmurs.

‘Like an immortal?’ Din turns to his former teacher wondering what made her say those words in that way but his previous teacher didn’t return the attention. ‘So, what are you saying?’ Din pressed on since she’s as confused as he is.

‘What are the odds of two people from vastly different races meeting each other?’

‘Are you…is he,’ Din swung in confusion towards Ahsoka. ‘talking about Grogu…?’ The friends tensed at the 1st Mand’alor’s chuckle.

‘Your time’s up, Mand’alor.’

-o0o-

The Indomitable

“Radiation poisoning? What?” Olar Vigg and Peytr Neral were stumped at the medic’s report. The two men turn to Aylith Hyru who lay in one of the beds in the infirmary connected to tubes and life support system along with various machines behind the bed monitoring her condition.

“It’s from exposure to extreme…”

“Yeah! I know the fuck what it is!” Vigg isn’t the shouting and short-tempered kind of man but the situation he’s dealing with right now is just perplexing as fuck. Iviin Haran is in a coma and the 1^st Chair is fighting for her life after being tossed inside a moongate, who the hell knows what was inside of it. “From where’d she get it?”

“Lady Aylith was struck with radiation most probably from inside the….the…shit!” He didn’t want to do it because it seems childish but the two men were looking at him intently, waiting. Surrendering to the embarrassment, the medic made a large circle and points outside the infirmary. “What the fuck’s it?”

“Uh, moongate.” Neral answers for the 3^rd Chair after Olar Vigg became quiet when one of the nurses lifts the sheet further exposing patches of red skin, a few were broken and leaking blood. “What’s the prognosis?”

“The scan reports Lady Aylith was exposed to, wherever it was, for a few minutes only. The only place where radiation occurs is near a star or a nebula.” As the medic talks, he and the nurses continue to attend to their patient. First, they remove the old bandage, they clean and apply medicine to her wounds. “We have to do this every few hours.”

“Is she in a coma too?” Vigg and Neral sighed at the same time as soon as the medic nod in affirmation.

“Yes, like Alor Haran.  Her pain level was way up the charts.” The baar’rur goes to one of the machines taking note of the readings.

“What is it?” Neral asks, feeling a sense of darkness at the medic’s stance.

“She’s dying.”

-o0o-

For a few minutes Luke allowed the distraught woman to vent and wail and rant about Aylith Hyru and Din Djarin. Kalon refuses to listen and he stopped insisting in case he irks the Dathomiri matriarch and in her annoyance turn him into a ball of gas or fling him into one of those globular star clusters nestled in one the clouds behind them.

Luke Skywalker sits cross-legged on the ‘floor’ of the nebula, meditating, to fight the impulse to let fear take over him.

Truly, when he confronted Darth Vader and the emperor, at that time, he was convinced that that was the most colossal fight he would ever have in his life. He feared he would lose his life and the young Jedi did lose a part of himself, Luke thought, as he studies the dark glove that hides his mechanical hand.

But this.

Luke Skywalker thought that the strongest Force user he ever met was his father but this, this is beyond Jedi.

They should be dead, he should be dead, but for the sheer magnitude of Kalon’s power. That is the only reason keeping the immense force of the nebula from destroying them but Luke surmised that as the state of Kalon’s emotion overcomes her the nebula floor become less solid under their feet, or for Luke’s perspective under his butt.

“Lady Kalon,” Luke hurries after the witch, interrupting her mid-rant, “I suggest we change locations before our lives become imperil.” The witch grabs his shoulders with a big laugh.

“Are you scared Jedi?” Kalon sniggers.

“My lady, it would defeat the purpose if you lose your life when you succumb to your anger.”

“Where do you want us to go, Lord Skywalker?”

Luke ignores the sarcastic tone and the raised brows, “Preferably somewhere with solid footing.” The nebula cooperated and ‘demonstrated’ with the softening of the floor. The feeling was like walking on shifting sand. Both instantly grab each other’s hands for balance.

“Fuck! I hate being interrupted but I also see your reasoning. Fine. One moongate for Lord Skywalker coming right up!”

“Lady Kalon, you are doing well.” Luke Skywalker holds Kalon’s hand tightly; if the floor gives way only the witch could stop hm from falling into the toxic cloud of the nebula. Luke has to nudge her to keep going. “You can do it. Just concen….”

“Ohh!” The witch growls at Luke and he almost let go of her. ” What the fuck do you think I’m doing, Jedi?! Cooking ‘paksona?’”

“Pask….pak…what’s that?”

“It’s a dessert on my planet. I’ve…I was trying to make one for Grogu. Unsuccessful.” Kalon grits her teeth and took a deep breath.  “Look. I can do it.”

“Hang in there,” Luke says in gentle tones, “I know you hate to be rushed but if you don’t get us out of here the chances of seeing your son would be zero. Would you like to see Grogu again?” The Jedi looks down at the roiling gasses right under his feet.

“Fuck yes.” Kalon gave the Jedi’s hand a firm squeeze. “More than anything else.”

“We need that moongate. I fear we’d be trapped and perish in here which is a horrifying realization. This nebula is becoming unstable.”

“It’s my fucking temper.” Kalon’s hands begin to glow but it’s weak unlike before.

“Either control it or say goodbye to your son forever.”

“Shit!” Kalon forgot her panic attack at the mention of Grogu’s name. “you’re scary, Jedi!”

“Still angry?” This is good news-Luke wanted to sigh in relief at her nod.

“Manageable.”

“Splendid! Now, if it pleases the Matriarch?” Luke points to the colorful but untenable surroundings, “I’d rather battle my father all over again than die here.”

“And Sayir would kill me.” Kalon closes her eyes to tamp down her anger, panic and fear while the stumped Jedi could only stutter a ‘pardon?’.  A genuine smile ultimately appears on Kalon of Dathomir.

-o0o-

“Shit! Stop him!”

“How?” Protests one of the Loyals standing nearest to Ahsoka’s line.

“Shit!” Tal’din and the Loyals were too slow to act while the pod cruises closer and closer toward the line, toward hurt and possibly death.  They’ve seen what happened to Loras. The extreme pain and agony he suffered from just touching the invisible barricade.

It’s their fault. Ahsoka Tano delegated the safety of the child to Zhan Tal’din and he was negligible.

It’s his fault.

Zhan Tal’din is not going to let it happen. The Mandalorian in him would defend and protect the child no matter the cost.

-o0o-

 

Chapter 53: ECHOY’LA

PADAWAN

CHAPTER 5 3

ECHOY’LA

(Mando’a)-searching, mourning, lost

The choices we make today are the lessons, or messes, we leave as ancestors.

-True Mandalorians-

 

What is a Mandalorian?

In the annals of the galactic records, it defines the Mandalorians as "Children of Mandalore" were known as a nomadic group of clan-based people consisting of members from multiple species, all bound by a common culture.

That’s what you’ll read in any holo records but it’s the tip of the iceberg on Hoth. If there’s an iceberg on that ice-covered ball it’s just the tip and nothing else.

Unless someone had been born, grew up and trained as a Mandalorian no one has ever known the Mandalorians and who they truly are. At the height of their power their existence is shrouded in mystery as the Beskar helm that hide their faces. Alas, no one had the chance to discover since none could approach their territory. After many had tried to breach, wander or pretend to be ‘lost’ most but few were met with extreme prejudice. The ones who limp away from Mandalorian space are reminded why they were lucky to be alive as they pass by the sorry remains of destroyed ships of every kind, make and size. Even gruesome is the floating graveyard of dead crew bouncing and bobbing here and there, faces frozen in terror in their last breath as if they’re saying ‘Stay Away’. It was a sufficient message to spread to the whole galaxy: planet Mandalore and the Mandalorian home world and its outlying territories should be evaded.

Thus, during the height of their power, violence and the threat of violence and demise kept the mystery of the "Children of Mandalore" intact, but that was until the Galactic Empire focused its eyes on their homeworld and scattered Mandalore’s children to the winds.

-o0o-

Din Djarin’s Mind meld

Though they were uncertain they had no choice but to follow Tarre Vizsla to wherever exit he promised to lead them to but before they followed the man, Din Djarin and Ahsoka gave it another try for themselves but the former Mand’alor observe at their failed effort with amusement.

‘Din,’ Ahsoka grips his arm, just above the elbow, well above the deadly gauntlets, ‘wherever he’s taking us is not where he’s leading us.’ She said with conviction.

Din agrees with Ahsoka; ‘I’m with you there. I just didn’t want to scare you.’ He whispers low, looking at his former teacher with concern. ‘How are you doing?’

‘How do you think?’ Ahsoka shakes her head. ‘The tables have turned.’

Both were uneasy when they discovered their abilities don’t work in the mind meld. The temporary loss of his abilities made Din realize he missed its advantage but for Ahsoka she said it was as if she misplaced a part of herself.

It made Din Djarin pause, most intrigued, at their differing perspectives. As he’s a Mandalorian, not born nor bred but adopted and trained in the arts, he views his abilities like a new set of weapons, and, like any newly acquired weapon he must train with it the way he trains how to utilize the Force.

However, compared to Ahsoka, he wasn’t as affected when he couldn’t read minds or use the Force in the mind meld as he had he never had these abilities in the first place.  

And Ahsoka Tano was right; the tables have turned. She’s striving to adjust the loss of her abilities and she’s leaning heavily on her Jedi training to control her emotion.  While he, on the other hand, struggled to control his emotions when he got his abilities until he appreciated the advantages it brought him. Still, it was hard to adjust to the fact that he has a weapon of his own and if his Mandalorian weapons fails him he still has another form of defense he could count on. For Din Djarn that’s a win-win scenario as a bounty hunter.

Ahsoka sighed out loud, it stopped Din’s thoughts. She looks pissed. They have lost count how many minutes they have been walking through endless halls on the ‘ship’. Din bars Ahsoka’s steps with an arm held out to his side. ‘Vizsla! What are you doing?’

‘Why, I am bringing you to your destination, Mand’alor.’ Tarre Vizsla turns to them with an amused smirk. ‘Let us continue.’

‘Where is that destination?’ Din has had a sinking feeling he had lost control of this ‘reality’. The ‘ship’ changed background once more from the launch bay, the commissary, the arena, the weapons room, the bridge, another hallway, the conference room, the stockroom, another hallway again, the brig…

The 1^st Mand’alor nods to where Ahsoka and Din places their hands. ‘Alas, no weapons work here.’

‘What?’ Not trusting Vizsla’s words, Ahsoka curtly nods Din to check their weapons, most of all their lightsabers.

‘How do we defend ourselves then?’ Asks Din, annoyed at Tarre Vizsla’s smirk.

‘Defend from what? Enemies?’ Tarre Vizsla looks on amused as the two return their useless weaponry in their hooks and holsters. ‘What enemies would enter your own subconscious, Mand’alor? You are your own enemy therefore I advise you to guard your own thoughts.’

‘So where are you taking us?’  I wonder what would happen if I strike a former Mand’alor? Din thought the unseemly idea to himself.

‘’Taking’ you? My lord, you are not under duress.’  The man sounded shocked. ’I’m to lead you.’

‘So, where is this place you’re ‘leading’ us?’ With his patience wearing thin, Din nods at Ahsoka in agreement; they were at the mercy of this inconnu*. Grogu’s been left planet-side with the visiting ten alor. Din’s more relaxed if the kid is with the Calodan instead.

‘Where you are required.’

‘You’re being obtuse, Vizsla!’ Ahsoka has a frown as deep as a canyon.

‘I’ve had enough of your cryptic words, Vizsla! If my foundling…’

‘We have arrived.’

-o0o-

The Nebula

“Should it take this long?” Luke takes a deep breath from a chest that feels a tad heavy. The Jedi touches the slight sweat on the side of his head.

“Oh, you sound just like Grogu! I remember when I took him home from that dreadful place of a laboratory, I had to take a ship. Me, take a ship? Can you imagine me flying one? What a ridiculous thought! But my sisters would track me if I use my power or else. So, as I was saying, Grogu kept asking me ‘Are we there yet?’, it went on and on and on so I put him and Muk under a sleep spell!  Oh, finally! Peace and quiet throughout the trip.…” Kalon stops surprised at Luke’s interruption.

“Pardon me, my lady, but this looks anomalous.”

“Anomalous?’ Kalon roams her surprised gray eyes around them, the nebula with its multicolor baby galaxies at the outer area and the white inner part of the nebula. “Why?”

“I’ve entered your moon gate and it’s like stepping into another room…”

“You’ve been in many moon gates, Lord Skywalker?” Kalon’s suggestive smirk made the young Jedi blush after Luke realized what she meant which amused the witch even more. “Oh, are you for real? You’re untouched!” she giggles, hiding her smile with a shapely hand.

“I’m a Jedi…”

“So, you all practice chastity?” She couldn’t believe his nod. “So boring.”

“My lady, we need to reach your son as soon as possible.” Luke says urgently. The Jedi from Tatooine wonders why his tongue feels thick in his mouth like someone who’s drunk.

“You sound like a worried old witch!” Kalon giggles again and pats the nervous young man on the arm. “Ahsoka will not let anything happen to my boy.”

“But they are in….” Luke’s vision swam.  The Jedi leans back and closes his eyes as if weary.

Kalon curses out loud in Dathomiri when the Jedi paled and staggers slightly. “Hang in there, Jedi.” When Kalon props the man against her she was shocked to see something on the skin of the Jedi. “What the fuck?” Kalon tearfully touches the blister-like pustules forming on Luke’s face and neck.

Chest heaving, Kalon quickly checked her arms and skin if she’s being affected as well, and gasped.

Her tattoos are fading!  Where is it going? Kalon runs her hand on her silvery brands. Part of them have completely disappeared! No! These markings on her body are not just fancy body art; they’re a part of her.  She earned each and veery one of them whenever she surpassed a test during her training.

The witch dreads what the young Jedi told her; her power is being quelled by that creature. It could be true. The Jedi might be right; her control is being blocked by that thing.

Does that mean…? The Matriarch of Dathomir looks at her hands.

-o0o-

The Indomitable

“Alor Vigg, where are we going?” Peytr Neral didn’t need to wear his helmet to know how agitated and angry Olar Vigg is. His steps were heavy and fast on the launch bay.

“To find the witch and…”

Peytr Neral, interrupts the 3^rd Chair, blocking his path. “Let’s not forget who she is.”

“Yes, she’s powerful. I haven’t forgotten that but she’s not immune.”

“No alor, she’s pledged to our Mand’alor.”

“She hasn’t been announced.” Alor Vigg points out.

“Yes, she has. The Mand’alor announced it in front of Ka’ra’dala Hyru. There have been witnesses, including myself.”

“When did this happen?”

“Before you and the second chair arrived. They pledged after there was a situation between Lady Kalon and her sisters. Therefore, she has immunity by pledge.”

“Fuck!” Olar Vigg cursed in a crisp voice. “Then only the Mand’alor could decide whether to allow her to be subjected for questioning.”

“Alor, our Mand’alor and lady Kalon are gifted individuals so we must proceed cautiously.” Constable Neral glances at the 3^rd chair politely as the man paces and grumbles in frustration in front of him.

“I know Neral, and that gives me worry.” Olar Vigg shakes his head at the 2^nd IC’s frown. Looking around carefully, the councilman beckons the constable to a quiet area of the launch bay where few people meander. They stop at the mouth of the rows of grounded ships where Din Djarin and Cara Dune hijacked the DX9 a long time ago. “She saved one of our own and honor demands that we give her honor as well.”

“The Mand’alor is a logical man, well, except when it comes to his family but,” 2^nd IC Neral used his most persuasive voice, “you might convince him.”

“Aye, I’ve met the man before, on Nevarro.  He is not irrational and the rest of the Mando’ade need not be present when we talk to lady Kalon.”

“That’s a better plan, alor.” Now Neral is the one who frowns next, “You’re still apprehensive, councilman?”

“Yes constable,” The councilman hooks a thumb at the ship. “I can’t tell what the people would do if the 1^st Chair dies.”

-o0o-

Calodan/The Mantis

It worked! I stopped the man!

Grogu breathed a long coo of pleasure of a job well done and he wished his father were here to see it. He would be so proud of him.

Grogu moves the pod, pressing the forward cursor until he stops before the motionless Loras. He circled the large man to make sure he’s been incapacitated. It was a relief to hear the man’s pulse and breathing. He is in a very deep sleep. He was glad he applied the right force and spell just like his mother taught him.

How about the others?  I must see them next. He urged his vehicle towards the five sleeping Mandalorians. Again, he didn’t want to put them to sleep but they were trying to hurt the one who helps the Lady Aylith. It’s the first time he tried his ability with many people but a memory suddenly clicked. He used this spell to a bigger ‘opponent’- Muk!

After he and Muk were rescued by his mother there were times Muk would ‘act’ up. The rancor would be alright one moment then, for some reason, the beast would unexpectedly have a fit wailing and slamming himself on the wall of his den the next. Grogu is terrified whenever Muk goes into this phase and not even the servants wanted to enter the den to feed the animal so Kalon would put a sleeping spell to stop Muk from hurting himself further. Grogu was amazed and enthralled when Muk starts to quiet down and after a few seconds yawn and crawl to his roost to slumber.

Grogu was a little surprised at the memory but it was gone quickly. What was I going to do? Oh, I have to check the sleeping people. His finger slipped slightly at the cursor but he managed to turn his new pod to the barrier. The boy sighs, blinking and fighting the tiredness. His father woke him up early today and after a quick wash and breakfast they met Ahsoka and master Luke. Grogu was not overly upset since his father was also going to have a lesson with master Luke but Ahsoka was never happy until Grogu gets things right. She made him lift that huge rock for a long, long time today! He was glad they had guests today but....

The little boy stifles a yawn; he has to make sure everyone’s alright then he’s going to go back and maybe father and Ahsoka are finished with their mind meld. Where is mother? When are they going to come back? Why are they taking so long?

It’s getting harder to focus. His fingers keep slipping off the cursor, the pod weaves left and right, his eyes are getting so heavy…

***

Outside the Barrier

“Tal’din! Don’t!”

“You crazy?!”

“Don’t cross!”

“You’ll die!”

Zhan Tal’din couldn’t hear the others warning from the noise of his own heartbeat. When he ditched his gauntlets, he moved faster than before. Zhan set aside his own safety by shedding more of his armor as fast as possible. The pod is moving towards the line while he feels like he’s wading through netra’gal…

He can’t let the boy beat him to the line. Move faster!

-o0o-

The Indomitable/Conference Room

“Sit straight, boys.” Gov. Araun Wing hisses to Yuno and Jem who both look glum in their seats. They keep twitching in their seats after a few minutes of sitting down.

“I’m bored, elder.” Jem looks over at the others around them at the long table.

“When will we have a break?” Yuno asks with a downturned mouth.

“Shh!” Elder Ydela leans to her left. “We’ll take a break in an hour.” The apothecary rummages in her reticule looking for something. “Here.” She handed the boys some sweets, “eat and keep quiet you two!”

Around the conference table the elders of Calodan and the representatives of clan Kryze are still in the middle of a lengthy discussion. Currently, one of the Calodan elders, Sephos, who used to be an orator and philosopher was voted as their speaker, is now having a heated debate with Alrich Wren. The Calodan were raking in points but the Mandalorians are being persistent on the finer arguments of the issue.

Gov. Wing and Elder Ydela exchanged a glance at the absence of Aylith Hyru and Olar Vigg in the meeting today. Without their presence no one moderates between them and the members of House Kryze.

“Elder Ydela, where is master Din?” Yuno whispers back.

“He will be here after his lesson with master Luke.” Elder Ydela throws a glance at the entire table while she hands a few strings of dried meat to the boys. Commander Djarin attended these proceedings in the past few days, he’d sit quietly in the back, never on the table, until they all forget he was even there at all. His presence kept the others in line even when the two sides were debating.

“A king has no free time.” Gov. Wing says softly then settles back into his seat with a sigh. “You should remember that, children.”

Over a cup of tea Gov. Wing and Elder Ydela would often talk about Din Djarin after the deliberations were finished for the day. They miss the interactions they had with the warrior and the way the man cared for and protected them but his time is divided in many places; his family, the Calodan security training, his own training and the various matters that needed his attention.

“We’re not getting anywhere, Araun.” Elder Ydela says. Her voice concerned, “We’re just going round and round.”  

“It’s sad but true. Let us give them one more day and then we should talk with the commander.” Gov. Wing murmurs, looking dubiously at their counterparts. Within a few days of talk it was obvious Clan Kryze cannot defray any kind of compensation they’re demanding though it was minor at best. They don’t have enough credit to their name and they were trying to delay the talk until they can find a way to secure more funds.

“I’ll send Yuno to find the Commander after this. We must find out the proper way to delay the talk without insulting them.” Elder Ydela slides her eyes to the proud Mandalorians across them.

All of a sudden, the Mandalorians stood all at once, tense while the Calodan jolts in surprise. A wailing sound filled the room and a red light blinked alive. One of the warriors hurriedly goes to the communication panel by the door, clicked at one of the lights and talks to it. Everyone stays quiet even after the wailing noise blessedly ceased and the blinking light stopped.

“What is it?” Asks Alrich Wren as the warrior whispers to him. The conversation was a short one.

“Are we in danger?” Gov. Wing asks.

-o0o-

Nebula

A weeping Kalon lowers Luke Skywalker on the floor of the nebula cradled by one of the numerous ‘star nurseries’ below the pillar cluster. It has a more solid feel to it than the rest but not too solid that it could potentially ignite into a star. As she looks down with worry at the unconscious Jedi, the former teacher of her son, Kalon has an enormous longing to have Grogu in her arms again. Her son. Grogu. He will always be first in her heart even if she had children of her own.

As a shapely hand brushes lightly on her flat belly; she remembers the nights she and Din spent pleasuring each other until they were spent from their climax. A particularly erotic episode had her clenching her eyes and hands close and she felt a quickening where her hand had been. As Din moved in her he would look in her eyes, his own dark with passion, her legs clutch him close to her. She couldn’t get enough of loving the feel of him inside her. He knows his strength and knows how hard she wants it. Breathless at his hands and lips on her skin, Kalon would then lift her hips and Din goes deeper in her, his gasps and deep throated groans and him getting bigger in her as he nears climax arouses her even more.

Panting at the sensual and arousing thoughts running in her mind Kalon closes her eyes, almost overcome with the intoxicating vision of her and Din Djarin together. She had solemnly wished to the Mother to bless her his child. Kalon wanted their child to be as handsome as their sire.

Kalon blames herself for succumbing to her jealousy; she even dragged poor Skywalker in here and now…Kalon, groans not out of desire but of fear. Her power is slowly dwindling…a few marks on her arms are fading…her chest pounds in dread. It is true, the creature is diminishing her power. If it all disappears, the both of them would perish in the nebula.

-o0o-

Mind Meld

‘What’s amusing now?’ Din stops walking. He refuses to take another step. He doesn’t want Ahsoka to take another step and follow this stranger anymore.

‘How are you managing your duties, Mand’alor?’ Tarre Vizsla leans against the wall, smoothing and wrapping his cape around him.

‘Barely.’ Din says. Right now, his patience is fraying. The man is leading them in a wild goose chase and he doesn’t know his intention.

What is the reason for his sudden appearance? What does he want? What’s his motive? Is he the reason why he and Ahsoka are ‘trapped’ here? Din glances at his friend and as if she senses his thoughts looks up at him. They couldn’t even talk about their predicament: their voices carry and Vizsla could hear their every word. Even if they have their abilities they could never hide their thoughts from Vizsla as he is also Force sensitive. He’ll hear their very thoughts. If they could still rely on their instinct they were thinking of one thing.

Vizsla is stalling.

‘I want you to tell me the truth why we are still here.’ Din confronts the former Mand’alor but the man returns his look with silence.

Ahsoka looks at Tarre Vizsla with a frown, ‘Look, our situation might be a source of amusement to you but Grogu, his son, needs Din. Let us out of here!’ Ahsoka moves as if to rush at Vizsla.

‘Lady Tano, no need for violence.’ The man says, folding his arms on his Beskar covered chest. ‘Where do you want to go?’

-o0o-

The Indomitable/Infirmary

“My lord, I cannot allow visitors. We are busy with my patient…”

“I understand. He is Gov. Wing and the elders of the Calodan council. They’d like to help…”

“But I said…” the healer sighs at being hassled at his job.

“Lend them your ear, baar’rur.” Says Alrich Wren. The governor and Elder Ydela exchanged a surprised glance at the austere Mandalorian. The bearded man seemed to be ill-disposed and obdurate in stature in their impression.

“We are experts in various medicinal practices. That is also our main livelihood.” Elder Ydela addresses the healer and his two associates.

“We have medicine.” Gov. Wing says with a pleading voice.

“But whatever these medicines are unknown and untested!” The baar’rur protested. 

“Our medicine has properties to leach out toxin or radiation from the body.” Elder Ydela says. “It is organic and has little side-effect.”

“We were also exposed to radiation by the empire and our medicine kept us alive!” Gov. Wing places his hand on his chest. “We must move fast or she would be lost to us.”

Yuno and Jem rushed to Aylith’s side, Yuno takes the woman’s hand in his very carefully. “We must help her. She’s very kind to us.” Yuno says, shocked at the blisters on the 1^st Chair’s skin..

Jem starts crying as soon as he sees the wounds on the councilwoman, “Yes, don’t let her die!.”

“I don’t have the authority to allow this experiment…” The medic turns to his nurses who are as undecided as he.

“Listen to me, lord healer.” Everyone was surprised at the words from the father of Bo Katan Kryze, “I am the only senior official present here. The Mand’alor, the newly appointed alor of my house, the 2^nd and the 3^rd chairs aren’t here and to make matters worse the council woman is dying.”

“Healer, I know the hard decisions you had to make.  I understand your circumstance.” Elder Ydela walks closer to the healer.  “But we cannot let her die when another option is open for us to take!”

“We don’t have time, healer.” Gov. Wing reminds them. “Look at it.”

The elder is right; the baar’rur also looks at what the governor points at.  The readings were easy to understand even for a layman and it looks grim. The medic hung his head in defeat; no matter what they do the councilwoman’s condition keeps deteriorating. “Very well. I concede, my lord.”   

Elder Ydela consoles the Mandalorian, “You made a hard choice, healer.” The Mandalorian baar’rur gently nods to his Calodan counterpart.

The remaining senior of clan Kryze took a deep breath. “Let it be recorded, I, Alrich Wren, made the decision in their absence, baar’rur.”

“Good,” Gov. Wing also takes a breath of relief at overcoming that hurdle. The governor realized how similar their two cultures were, “we need to move fast, gentlemen.”

The baar’rur lifts his head, accepting what happened, his stance less tense. Resigned. “Elders, what do you want us to do?”

-o0o-

Nebula

As the perceived minutes and seconds pass by Kalon of Dathomir has been walking in a circle around Luke Skywalker; her hair a mess, gray eyes formerly clear and bright now clouded with worry and reddish from gallons of tears that poured out of it. The Matriarch is practically going out of her head looking for solutions how she could summon a portal. Anything!

Kalon’s shoulders dropped way low. First try. No moongate appeared. How effortless it was to make one appear in the air. Before. Now it’s taking a lot out of her and she’s getting deeply worried.

Kalon prepares herself to do a meditation to focus her mind and to calm itself. To begin, she needs to purge all negative thoughts by taking deep and slow breaths. When that’s done, she is now ready to recite the lengthy prayer to imbue her with its essence. Despite the time, she forced herself to say the prayer with deference and almost in worship.

After she finished the prayer, she felt confident a moongate would appear as she stood up from sitting on the chair-like formation of cosmic dust.

Kalon lifts her chin high, takes a deep breath and focuses on the mission before her…

Then…

Dejected, Kalon lowers her hand slowly.

No moongate appeared.

Don’t be emotional. Set it aside. Grogu and Din wait for you.

Her next option is to use a series of incantations. They’re the same spells she used to bind her power to her. Sometimes witches need to reinforce their brand when it fades. That’s why during the branding it is also a part of a witch’s training how to keep calm and completely focus to fully ‘adhere’ the brand in her skin. There was a witch who botched it during her first try but the witch didn’t want to take another year of training until she’s permitted to attempt another branding. To the shock of her clan the witch committed suicide instead of facing the embarrassment of her failure.

Every single one of Kalon’s brandings was the result of her total commitment to her training. It was one of the reasons why she ascended to her position so quickly. She had done it before she could do it again. With confidence Kalon recited the words she memorized by heart.  This time she’ll make it work and she and Skywalker would step out of the nebula like noting happened.

A scream was torn from Kalon. Her knees weakened. The brunt of the fall was absorbed by the cloud of the nebula. It didn’t hurt her but it didn’t matter to Kalon she couldn’t see from the tears of failure and frustration.

She failed again. She couldn’t conjure a moongate.

Kalon closes her eyes…

Din…my love. Cyar’ika!

Ret'urcye mhi.

-o0o-

Calodan, The Mantis

“Fuck!” Riye Rau stands frozen among the fallen. Rau was sure Tal’din would be killed by crossing the barrier. Rau and the four have tried to stop him from insanely rushing to stop the kid but he must have been deaf to their call. Tal’din’s Mandalorian calling has kicked in and he will complete his duty till death. What an idiot! Rau thought. Didn’t he see what happened to Loras? The man was hit with such force the same as electricity it was a wonder the dolt is still alive! The question is, maybe Lora’s brain got turned into the consistency Colo claw fish eggs. Ugh!

Riye Rau’s jaw dropped all the way down to his dark boots as he looks down at who fell on his feet and who put him there.

-o0o-

Chapter 54: VAII

Summary:

1 : Yuno, Din's attendant would look like kid on the side of the road from Season 2 Episode 15-The Believer.
2: On Pinterest see Din Djarin’s cute cottage in Calodan under the name Acer Wolfe at AO3 Archive of Our Own board. You can also see the picture of the Mantis, Din’s new vehicle and the cliffs where Din and Grogu went to.
3: Symptoms of radiation sickness may include: Weakness, fatigue, fainting, confusion. Bleeding from the nose, mouth, gums, and rectum. Bruising, skin burns, open sores on the skin, sloughing of skin. (Sorry if you’re eating or sensitive)
4 Cuirass-noun-historical-a piece of armor consisting of breastplate and backplate fastened together.
5 Mando’a words:
Vaii /vaay/-where
Di’kut-idiot
Beskar’gam- Beskar, ‘iron skin’
Ba'buir-grandmother
Beroya – bounty hunter
Al'Ori'Ramikade-commander of supercommandos
Rugam-ball

PADAWAN

CHAPTER 54

VAII

The measure of a man is what he does with power.

-Plato

Calodan, The Mantis

Riye Rau is certain he is witnessing the horrifying demise of Zhan Tal’din at this very moment but he is turned to stone at where he stands.

Everyone seemed to move so slow, like thick sap trickling from a tree. But maybe they were just scared; no one wants to experience bolts of energy to painfully course through their bodies. What could they do? Was the question they all had but none of them made any move to…

Riye Rau suddenly thought of his energy boomerang but once launched there’s no control for it. What about the ‘rugam’? It can tangle his legs without hurting Zhan….as Rau reaches for the throwing weapon he hears the others shout; Zhan Tal’din made contact with a cry.

There was this deep sound, akin to a low growl and a wave of energy passed right through Rau’s body and through the Beskar. From the corner of his eyes, a movement.

Out of the blue, the Mand’alor appeared just as Tal’din got close to the barrier.

“Fuck!” Riye Rau stands rooted among the fallen where his jaw dropped all the way as he looks down at his feet. The aide was pushed, lifted up and landed right at Riye Rau’s dark boots.

“Check if he’s okay,” The Mand’alor commands, straightening from his pose.  

“Yes, my lord.” Rau nods. Then the Mand’alor turns his back from them.

Dola Ven taps Riye Rau’s arm nodding towards the barrier. Out of curiosity, Rau leans to the side to see the Mand’alor holding back the child’s pod; the boy is slumped forward over the controls. The two hard-nosed warriors turn to one another after they witnessed a tender scene--

The Mand’alor slides open the pod’s clear dome, lifts the tiny child and places him in the cradle of his arm. The way the Mand’alor smoothed down the fuzzy hair of the boy was just touching even for men like them. Once the small bucket seat was lowered the Mand’alor carefully lays the slumbering child in it. From a compartment in the pod, the former bounty hunter takes out a small blanket, unfolds it in one hand, gave it a sharp shake, and covers the founding with it.

The ruthless beroya turned Al'Ori'Ramikade takes a moment of calm and quiet; smoothing the boy’s blanket, gently tucking the little hand under the cover then gaze down at his foundling.

After he was satisfied of his son’s comfort the Mand’alor closes the dome once more and fiddles with his gauntlet. When he walks over to the firepit the pod follows right behind him. On his knee, the Mand’alor checks the female Jedi who is slowly coming to after their ‘mind meld’, her hand in his, speaking in hushed tones.  Rau and Venn try to avoid overhearing their conversation out of respect as their king and the Jedi exchange words.

Dola Ven wave at Rau to get his attention; the two clan alor grab the aide upright and sit Tal’din up. Rau and Ven cautiously steps back but soon as they let him go the man begins to list to the side as if he had drowned five gallons of Netra’gal from a cheap tavern. They rush to grab the man before he tips over and prop the poor bloke against a tree. The two alor bumps fists at their teamwork when the aide didn’t topple over.  

“Is he alive?” The Mand’alor quips with a curious smile in his voice as he walks back.  “Let me check him.” 

“No! My lord! Stop!” The four yell in chorus, stepping up. 

The Mand’alor exits the barrier but instead of crackling and zapping their new king it flickers as the ‘flame’ touches it allowing Din Djarin to pass through unscathed as if there’s nothing between him and the barrier.

“Uh, you’re okay.” Dola Ven rakes Din up and down as Din leisurely walks to them.

“Are you alright, my lord?” Riye Rau nods to him, measuring him, looking for weakness.

“Yeah? What is it?” Din asks, turning to see what they’re looking at.

“Uh, the barrier is electrified.” Rau couldn’t help stammer his words. He was rattled that unlike Loras who writhed in agony the Mand’alor swaggered out unscathed.

“It gave Loras a frightful shock when he entered it.” Dola Ven says while Din Djarin looks at the line on the ground and back at him.

“Tal’din was trying to stop the prince from crossing it.” Rau says again.

“Did he?” Din Djarin stops and shakes his head. “Thank you for looking after my son.” Din says to the surprised Riye Rau and Dola Venn.  

“My lord, is the prince alright?” Riye Rau leans a little closer to the pod but the Mand’alor blocks his way.

Din looks to the side to quickly check on Grogu. “Yes. He’s just tired.” How much energy did he expend this time? How long will he sleep? It’s been a long time since the boy had to take his exhausted sleep. Din lays a hand on the pod wishing he could talk to Grogu. 

“Zhan,” Din taps the aide’s helm, “I’ll give you some bacta and I’m gonna take off your buy’ce so don’t punch me, suvarir?” Din says with a chuckle.  The leaders were sure the Mand’alor shakes the silver canister a little cheerfully.

Rau and the other four look at each other and back at the Mand’alor unsure whether to laugh or not at the jest until Zhan nodded weakly. Next thing they know the aide’s helmet is floating off of Tal’din’s head; it hovers above them while the Mand’alor cups the aide’s chin and sprays Tal’din’s upturned face a dose of the colorless liquid.

About less than minute the aide took a deep breath and he was strong enough to lift his head. “Thank you, my lord. I’m sorry I…I’m…”

“What the hell were you thinking?” Din Djarin sounds angry as he caps the canister and replaced it in one of the holders in his belt. “Do you have a death wish?”

“No…no my lord. I thought the boy would be hurt so…”

“It’s to protect what’s inside, not what’s outside.” They all turn to Ahsoka who gave them all a wry smile. They notice the Jedi looks wan and walks slower than normal. “Didn’t I tell you that before I did the mind meld?”

“What the fuck happened to them?” The Mand’alor nods to the five people slumped all over the ground.

“They were supposed to look after Grogu,” Ahsoka says in a curt tone, and not only that, she also swept them all a glare as she walks around the five people in their unconscious state. “Well, six of them were.” She added an annoyed sigh to the shake of her head.

“My lady, we have tried to uphold our end,” Rau sweeps his arm to the six of them, “but, uh, we failed you.” Rau is sweating under the hood as the Jedi folds her arms in a familiar motion to all Mando’ade. He is nervous at failing one simple thing she asked them-take care of a foundling. “Where do I start?”

“So, the ten of us were offering our gifts to the prince then lady Ahsoka told everyone you need us and….” Ven gestures to the Mantis parking area.

“Go on.” Din nods him to continue.

“They,” Zhan Tal’din says after taking a deep breath to continue with the story. He was able to get up on his feet with the help of one of the alor, “got impatient and they accused lady Tano did something to you.”

“The fugue.” Ahsoka says. The Jedi walks around the five sleeping Mandalorians. “The Mand’alor had to go away to talk to a ‘consultant’.” Knows they had no idea what she was talking about but her explanation seemed to have made the alors question why their king had to talk to a higher power.

“And what is my son’s involvement in this mess?” The Mand’alor acts composed; arms crossed in front of him, feet apart.

“Grogu did everything to wake you up from the…fugue.” They all turn the one who spoke- Joura Venku from clan Ordo. “I have never seen such display of devotion, Mand’alor. He defended us too.” 

“What do you mean?” Din frowns as the six men exchange glances and their gaze land on the incapacitated counterparts.

“A division happened among us;” Dola Ven’s shoulders rose and fell. “And we…well…we turned against each other.”Dola Ven removed his helm and bowed to his new king.

“It happened again like it always does. Why do we do this each time we encounter each other? We’re so belligerent with each other. Aren’t we from the same creed? Don’t we believe in the same principles?” Din reads the man’s mind for the name…ah. The man is Osik Taakur who is the new alor of clan Wren. “What have we fallen down to? How could we turn our very own weapons at a foundling? A child! I am beyond disbelief!” The disturbed alor shakes his head in disappointment at the five on the ground.

“But you didn’t join them. That made the difference.” The alor lowers his head as Din grasps his arm in gratitude. Din also made the same rounds with the other men.  

“My lord, are they dead?” Gaar Dos of clan Skirata nods to the five other people.

“Just in deep sleep.” Came the husky response from the Mand’alor.

“How long will they be like this?” Zhan asks after grabbing his helmet from the air and places it back on his head. 

“Until Grogu lifts the spell.” Dins words got a mix of wonder and shock from the men.

“Could Jedi do that?” The others nod at Osik Taakur’s question.

“Some could,” Ahsoka says, standing beside Din. The alors wait for more confirmation but she didn’t follow through on her short reply.  

“What happens now, my lord?” Zhan Tal’din asks.

“Bring them up to the ship and let the council deliberate on them.”

“Uh…sir? We have to go now.” Zhan Tal’din says after the aide clicked the coms button off of his helmet.

“Tell me.” Din and everyone else went on alert at the urgency of Zhan’s words.

“Mand’alor…”

“Say it.” Din taps his head. “I’ll know anyway.” The men’s stress level went soaring up when they were reminded of their king’s Jedi-like abilities.

“The 1^st chair is in a coma.” Zhan says in a tense voice.

“Why?” Din tensed at what he read in Tal’din’s head.

“The…she…” The aide turns to the others hedging, hesitating. “She came out of a gate on the ship…”

“Yeah, then?”

“Uh, they said she collapsed and…and…” Zhan grits his teeth after he felt he’s losing control of his emotions.

“We move now!” Din made the abrupt decision and nods to Ahsoka who waves a hand at the line and there was a sound like falling dry leaves when the spell broke.

“Let’s carry them….” Zhan turns to the five alor.

“Look. It’s done. Let’s go.” Riye Rau taps the aide’s arm.

The Mand’alor and the Jedi divvied up the five and they’re all floating on their way inside the Mand’alor’s ship.

“You have a ride?” Din Djarin calls out from the top of the ramp, Loras floating beside the child’s pod.

“Yes sir! It’s by the west side of the fort.” Zhan bows in reply.

“Aight! Meet you up there.”

Before they walk to their transport the six Mando’ade watch as the sleeping Nam Loras disappears deep in the Mantis.

***

The five alor and the 1^st Chair’s aide hurry to where they left the LAAT approximately near where the Mantis used to be parked. On their way back the six men skirts the fountain just outside the gate of Calodan. The jet of water has created a rushing stream running towards the forest and then it snakes along the lower paths and to the canyon. There were Calodan workers and citizens who were digging up the soil  going towards the city, setting the soil aside in preparation for something perhaps in yoking the water or for some other purpose.  Many are also around the fountain gathering water and children running around it soaked from head to foot enjoying the refreshing cold water.

“What the hell was that now, Zhan?” Riye Rau exchanges a look with Dola Ven when the aide remained quiet from the time the Mantis lifted off and rose quickly in the gray sky of Calodan.

“Tal’din! Tell us!” Gaar Dos stands directly in front of the aide.

“You heard. The baar’rur said the 1^st Chair is comatose.”

“What the fuck! Lady Aylith’s in a coma?” Osik Taakur grabs Zhan and turns the aide roughly around. “How?”

“I don’t have the details, alor, only what I told the Mand’alor.” Tal’din points to the Mantis which is now on its way up the Indomitable.

“What the fuck is happening?” Dola Ven shakes his head in frustration.

“Are you telling us the truth, aide?” Riye Rau grabs the edge of Zhan’s cuirass.

“Get your hands off of me, alor Rau.” The younger man slaps away the hand that pulls him forward. “If you’re all done with your posturing then the sooner we can get the answers!” Zhan Tal’din turns his back again from the five alor. 

-o0o-

The Mantis

Din Djarin glances at the occupant of the copilot seat. Ahsoka has been quiet since they boarded and apart from some words here and there when they were securing the Errant Five in the two brigs she hasn’t spoken much. Since the two of them roused from the mind meld things had been hectic and every moment of their time had been taken by Grogu and the five that Grogu put a spell to. Din wanted to have an in depth talk with Ahsoka but maybe she’s also trying to process the same things as he is.

Right at this moment, Din is happy his ability came back like before. When he opened his eyes, he couldn’t tell if he came back the same or not. He was momentarily anxious if the mind meld changed him…but then he saw the aide and read the man’s intention. The ability to move fast is there and he used the Force push to save Tal’din from the barrier. Most of all Din feels a big swell of relief and joy that he could continue to have the ability to talk to Grogu; he disliked the chasm of silence between them before the Force made a way. By his right Din leans back and lays his hand on the dome of the pod thinking about Kalon and wondering where she has gone to. No matter how busy she is she would at least come by two or three times a day and sleep over. She never fails.

“Din?” He looks back at Ahsoka’s voice.

“Yeah?” Din quickly scans the board before him.

“What’s the deal with Aylith? What happened?”

“Kalon chucked her in a moongate.”

“Why?” Ahsoka gave Din a shocked look.

“Aylith.”

Now Ahsoka’s brow tattoos rose high up to the roof at how Din utters the name. “Is she okay?”

“I don’t know. She’s in a coma. She was fine the last time I talked to her.”

“Before the fugue?”

“Yeah.” Din takes a deep breath, “Ahsoka, are you okay? You said you are but you must tell me…”

“Like you, I came back as before but I’d like us to talk about it tomorrow, if you have time.” A small smile appears and stays as Ahsoka glances at Din before she turns her attention to the board.

“Let’s do that. To be honest, I don’t know what to make of what happened.”

“We’re almost there.” Ahsoka says after there were a series of beeps from her console.

“Copy.” He began to make adjustments to his board and the Mantis starts to bank towards the large aircraft airlock by the side of the Indomitable. “Initiating approach.”

“Mand’alor. Permission to come aboard.” The Jedi and the Mandalorian swung around almost at the same time at a voice behind them.

In the middle of the bridge, a person has appeared.

-o0o-

The Indomitable

“I don’t get it. Are we going to use all of them? What do I do with it?” The baar’rur puts down his instruments on a table before looking at a list the Calodans wrote down.

“Nothing, let us worry about the weighing and the mixing. It’s to let you know what’s going in the treatment. This is your copy.” Elder Ydela hands the parchment to her overwhelmed counterpart.

“This is an awful lot of…of uh, compo…ingredients?” The baar’rur almost exclaimed while reading the list. The warrior/healer looks unsure after poring over the list elder Ydela handed him. 

“It’s true. It is quite a long list of herbs and root items, healer, but we will explain everything step by step when we make the treatment.” Elder Ydela looks up at the man.  Though none of them could see the baar’rur’s face it was easy to imagine his expression behind the metal bucket. 

Governor Wing pats the paper list, “Very well, if you have any questions about the uses of these herbs our apothecary, elder Ydela is the best person to give you answers.”

“Yes, I suppose so.” The baar’rur nods to the official.

“Good! Very well, I’ll return to the deliberation.” Gov. Wing said after exchanging a glance at each other.  With a nod the governor briskly turns the other way, back at conference room 3 escorted by a warrior from clan Wren.

“Now, now. No need to panic. We mostly have the herbs and if lady Kalon could help us…” Elder Ydela gave the warrior/healer a smile.

“Lady Kalon? What do you mean?” The baar’rur was relieved and a little touched at the calming pat from the old woman. She reminds him a little of his own ba'buir who was his clan’s alor for almost three decades.  She ruled the clan with a Beskar fist but she was like the pies she likes to bake which is crusty outside but soft and gooey inside.

“I mean, the lady would open a portal so we could gather herbs and crops from faraway lands. It truly cut our travel tremendously.”

“Interesting.”

“I’m just going to look for lady Kalon and ask her help. So, if someone could just fly us down, I could tell my apprentices to prepare for…oh, my word!” Elder Ydela grabs the baar’rur’s arm in shock as the warning alert rang once more and bathed the hall with red light. “What’s happening now?”

“You must stay here, elder…” the baar’rur sidesteps around his elderly Calodan counterpart.

“Oh no, my dear! Take me with you! I will keep up!” Elder Ydela beckons the baar’rur to lead the way.

-o0o-

The Mantis-In Transit

“Lady Sayir?” Din Djarin swivels around at the voice, as surprised as Ahsoka.

“It is I.” The witch gave him a nod. “Forgive my intrusion, my lord.”

He was dismayed, for a moment he thought he would see Kalon along with her second in command. “Is the Matriarch with you?”

“She isn’t. I haven’t seen her since this morning, my lord.”

“I thought she was with you.” Din shoulders reflect his disappointment at the news.

“And I thought she was with you as well. She hasn’t been at the temple; people were asking for her.” The usually serious witch leans to the console and a smile broke her serious mien as soon as she sees Grogu sleeping in his pod.  “Poor baby. He had a busy day today. What?” the witch gasps in shock.

“Din, go talk to her. I’ll park.” Ahsoka quickly followed the procedure to transfer all of the flight control to her console.

“Right.” Din unbuckles his seat as the Mantis begins to clear the airlock. “Lady Sa…hey,” Din straightens and, “…where the hell’d she go?”

-o0o-

The Indomitable, Launch Bay

It is less hectic now after the new crew on the former ship of Moff Gideon finished prepping the flight deck; the fuel tanks were filled up, the deck was swept debris-free after the LAAT, which carried the ten alor and the aide and then the Mantis, flew down planet-side.

But the flight deck is still busy; people were still talking about it in big and small groups and in pairs and it was also a little hard to call people in attention and break them up to attend to their respective duties but there’s one thing on their lips: the Mand’alor’s match.

“That was a cracking great show!” the junior deck hand quips as he run the vacuum on the deck to prepare for the arrival of the Mand’alor. The vacuum prevents dangerous pieces of metal from doing damage to the ship’s engine if it ever gets sucked in.

“Di’kut! The Mand’alor was just training!” The manager waves a dismissing hand.

“Well, that’s just it! Did you see it?”

“Yes, the latter part. It was good.” The deck manager vigorously wipes the last tool he’s cleaning then returns it to its case before the deck becomes busy again. A few seconds ago, there’s a notification on his board that the Mantis is flying back. It was odd but the Mand’alor goes whenever he wishes and as deck manager, his job is make sure the Mand’alor’s  ship is prepped and ready whether for travel or battle.

“Just good?” The deckhand couldn’t believe what he’s hearing; the man threw up his hands. “Just good? Are you blind? It was magnificent! Those fighting moves were something else!”

“Hey, I’m not saying it wasn’t but…” Irritated, the flight deck manager tosses the rag he’s using to wipe up the tools back in the rack.

“But…what’s your point?”

“The point is…” Din Djarin’s deck manager took a deep breath which made the other man pay attention. “don’t you see? Those moves the Jedi is teaching the Mand’alor was meant to kill us!”

The deck hand suddenly points in the middle of the deck.  “Hey, boss! Look over there!”

“What the fuck?” The manager angrily slammed the tool box close, charging to the middle of the flight deck. 

“Who’s that?” the junior deckhand hurried after the manager towards an anomaly among people wearing ‘iron skin’ or commonly known as Beskar.

It’s a woman, that much the two men are fully sure. No man can mistake that narrow waist, the slim hips and obviously long legs in a dark long dress with hair as scarlet as the warning light that lit up the deck.  The intruder has already caught the attention of other deck hands who are closing in on her location but the deck manager suddenly had a sneaking suspicion. Before the others came close, the manager motioned a few brief hand signals to everyone to stay where they are.  

“Hello there, are you looking for…whoa!” Warrior he might be, the eyes that looked back at him were glowing with eldritch power. It terrified him.  

“Where is the Matriarch?” asks the beautiful woman.

She sounds authoritative and arrogant and walks past without sparing him a look. “The Matriarch? Lady Kalon?” He rapidly remembers that’s the official tittle of the Mand’alor’s riduur, which means the woman who bears the same silvery tattoos as Lady Kalon, is a witch.

The Dathomiri.  

Damn.

This one is the opposite of Lady Kalon’s sylphlike pale beauty, the deck manager reflects, but she’s as beautiful nevertheless.

The woman strides to the middle area of the deck with an arm raised. As she moves her glowing hand, he could also see something similar to a holo but from behind a cloudy ‘viewer’. At first the deck manager doesn’t comprehend what his eyes are seeing then after a short time he was surprised to recognize what he’s watching is everything that transpired on the deck of the Indomitable.

The deck manager tore his attention from the ‘view’ of the pulchritudinous woman; there was a beeping sound broadcasting the entrance of an aircraft. “Don’t go anywhere.”

The man sniffed; whether she heard him or not the snobbish witch didn’t deign give him an answer but instead continued whatever she was doing as if he didn’t speak. The deck manager gave a series of instructions to the spectators and the curious via his buy’ce while he attends to the Mand’alor’s ship.

“Will you look at that.” Whistles the deckhand in appreciation.  The manager frowns thinking the man is still distracted by the beautiful witch but he wasn’t--the man is focused on another beauty--the Mantis, as it stately drifts forward to its designated parking space. It stops for a moment before it slowly turns around to face the airlock. The manager couldn’t help feel admiration as well; there were a few D5 Mantis left and the deck manager was enthralled to see one for the first time. It was built to look menacing particularly when its weapons foils were in full deployment.

But as the deck manager looks on, even before the ship had properly parked, the side hissed open and the Mand’alor appeared at the door and jumps!  

From the height of seven meters the Mand’alor lands solidly on both feet on the steel deck.  Any person who came down from that height can sustain injuries that range from survivable to fatal. The two men were left dumbfounded as the Mand’alor speed them by.  After what he saw earlier at the arena that stunt didn’t seem to matter as the Mand’alor immediately runs straight to the witch as if he didn’t do anything incredible.

“Lady Sayir, what are you doing?” When the witch turned, Din had a moment of surprise at seeing Kalon in her Mandalorian armor in the veil-like viewer the witch conjured.

“The Matriarch was here.” Sayir declares seriously and gazes back at the scene she generated.

“That was earlier.” Din let out a deep breath. “Kalon visited me after my training with Luke.” Din pays more attention to what the witch is doing, Sayir hasn’t finished her ‘viewing’. 

“Lord Skywalker was here?” The witch coyly glances away, a hint of rose tints her cheeks. He’d always seen Sayir act flustered every time Luke’s name is mentioned.

“That’s right.” Din smirks at the question. He suspects those two had something going on.

“Is he…at Calodan?”

“Most probably. He went straight to the fort for a bath and meditation.” In Sayir’s magic viewer he saw himself and Luke enter the Mantis and then the ship left the Indomitable after a less than a minute.

“I see.” The witch took a deep breath, “My lord, would it be proper to visit Lord Skywalker later on?”

“Yeah, no problem,” Din says, a little intrigued and distracted at the viewer; it shows what transpired on the deck after he and Luke left but on a faster rate.  “I’m sure Luke would like to see you.”

“Will he?” Again, a flow of blush appeared on Sayir’s cheeks. Then the witch’s eyes glowed bright soon after she spied something, “You had a fight.” With eyes closed Sayir’s words sound eerie.

“Dank Farrik! That’s not…” Din turns away from the scene on Calodan; her statement is undisputable; as an adept telepath there’s no point being secretive when it’s all there to see.

The witch returns Din’s resigned sigh with a frown, “I’ve known her a long time. What’s hers is hers, my lord.” Sayir says with a gentler tone.

“Likewise,” Din said earnestly.

“She has waited a long time for you.” The witch said those words with such conviction that Din became unexpectedly moved.

“But her accusation has no bearing.” Din grits his jaw, remembering their row this morning.  

“I don’t grasp what you say, my lord.” This time Sayir gave him an inquiring slight tilt of her head.

“I don’t know why she couldn’t seem to read my mind.” Din shakes his head.  

“How odd.” The redhead frowns at the memory from the Mand’alor down at Calodan; the Matriarch’s words and her eyes accuse the Mand’alor, looking at him with sharp eyes, the harsh words she hurled at him. Sayir became a little concerned as her eyes cast about. “She’s not herself.”

“What do you mean?” Din trails after the statuesque Sayir; intrigued at her words.  Sayir’s disturbing thoughts made Din concerned. Something has happened which could have been prevented but Tarre Vizsla held them up in the mind meld or whatever the hell the blasted ancient Mandalorian took them to.

With the heels of her boots ringing in the vast expanse of the flight deck Sayir moves purposely like someone who is searching for something in the air until she stops abruptly.

“What is it?” Din became as tense as the witch. Sayir is looking at something on the deck that only she could see; her head goes up and down following a shape.

Din motioned the deck operators to give them room; though they were told not to come closer the men are being curious, less ill-at ease because the female is not the Mand’alor’s riduur. 

As the witch raises both hands, she murmurs an incantation and the men who have been trailing like moth to a flame step back, exclaiming and gasping as a glowing moon gate pops into existence.

When the witch faces him, she has a sense of satisfaction and relief on her face.

“Come with me, my lord.” Sayir beckons to Din to the glowing gateway.

“Hold on.” Din walks around the ring, “Where does this go?”

-o0o-

 

Chapter 55: SCHISM

Summary:

While helping Grogu find a Jedi, an accident on Tython turned Din Djarin to a Force sensitive. Caught at a crossroads, he went back to Calodan to become the padawan of Ahsoka Tano but…Din’s other life has caught up with him.
A/N: I love the story of Din Djarin and Grogu. Also I am writing this because of the force of my inspiration Pedro Pascal and not for monetary gain. I have spoken. This is the way!
1: Yuno, Din's attendant would look like kid on the side of the road from Season 2 Episode 15-The Believer.
2: On Pinterest see Din Djarin’s cute cottage in Calodan under the name Acer Wolfe at Silver Moon Inuyoukai board. You can also see the picture of the Mantis, Din’s new vehicle and the cliffs where Din and Grogu went to.
3: Elder Ydela or Yde (the kid’s affectionate nickname for her)-pronunciation/EE-deh/

PADAWAN

CHAPTER 55

He held my face in his hands and I swear it felt like we were the only two people on the face of the earth who discovered the truest meaning of the word passion…

 

The Indomitable: Flight Deck

“What is it, lady Sayir?” Din turns to where the witch whose attention is focused in the nebula.

“The Matriarch is there…” the red-head’s captivating voice made the other men take a deep breath in response but Din’s deep sigh came from a different reason.

“Dank Ferrick!” Din breathes out in relief. “Good.”

“And…” The witch nods to the void. “Master Luke Skywalker.” Another comely blush spreads on the witch’s finely sculptured cheeks.

“Luke! Why the hell Luke’s here? Why are they…the fuck.” Din scans the moongate. He has so many questions but he stopped himself as he and Sayir face the moongate with some trepidation. “It can wait. Let’s go.”

“Mand’alor! Wait!” Calls the deck manager who came running with another man. “Stop!”

“No time!” Din waves them back, “Hold the fort!”

“No! Look!” Shouts rang and fingers point to something behind them. Din got confused at what’s happening. He scans the fight deck. Then he saw it: an object moving at full speed. “What the fuck!”

“Intercept it!” The deck manager faces it to block the object but if he thought it would slow down, he got uneasy when it never even paused or wavered in its path. “Stop! Stop!” was all he could say before it crashed into him. The other man, the junior deck hand got the same fate as his senior. He rolled a few times before he stopped.

The men were lucky to be wearing Beskar or that impact could have injured them gravely. The pod passed by the two men on the deck without ever stopping to check the condition of the people it run over.  

“Grogu! Stop!” Din swore as Grogu’s pod zips by him. The Mandalorian stiffly holds out his hand and it latched on to the pod. That did the trick. Din pulls the silver container back to him. “What the…?”  Din Djarin didn’t know what to think when the pod opens up and Grogu is wide awake; the boy looks directly at him behind the clear dome. Dank Ferrick! What’s that boy doing?

The pod resisted and tugged back. Seething in frustration, Din doubles the strength of the Force but the blasted child spins the pram. It took Din with it and he was spun around in a dizzying speed until he couldn’t hold on the hover pod any longer.  He was flung out quite powerfully narrowly missing a ceiling strut. Din reached out slamming a hand on the support bar. The metal rang like a bell throughout the cavernous deck.

‘Grogu, stop!’ Din doesn’t understand why the boy is acting up. As he soars down the floor, his anger lowers a notch for the carrier didn’t move an inch. The boy looks up at him with eyes wide open; in shock. It’s the very first time Din ever raised his voice at the child.

‘Let me go, buir.’

‘Out of the question.’ He was gratified the boy seemed to realize his mistake. ‘Why are you doing this?’

‘I can save her!’

‘It’s dangerous out there. Lady Sayir and I will handle it!’ He is running dry on how to make the boy. Foundlings were taught at a young age obedience and loyalty to the Creed. He is digging deep from his mother’s patience and his father’s wisdom but the kid is testing his patience to the max.

‘Grogu, you were reckless. Look at them,’ ‘Ahsoka points to the two men Grogu run over. ‘you hurt and put people in danger.’ Ahsoka had to step in seeing Din’s unspoken request for help. ‘’He slipped out after I parked the Mantis.’’ She blew out a deep breath of annoyance.

‘’Yeah, he does that a lot.’’

“Mand’alor,” the urgent voice of Lady Sayir rang through the deck, “we have no time to waste!  We must go!” Her chartreuse green eyes usually set with a bored and stern expression are now apprehensive.

‘I will go too.’ The boy made another plea.  

“Grogu, we will bring back your mother and teacher but you must wait here!” Hoping the boy understood, the witch  strides to the moon gate impatiently.

“It’s dangerous in there!” Olar Vigg was going to stop but changed his mind at the sight of the flame. “Mand’alor!”

“Stand back! That’s an order!”  Din scowls under the helm at the 3^rd Chair. The scowl deepens with the sight of the 2^nd IC closely following the official. “Let’s go, Lady Sayir,” Din looks around, mystified at the glow around him. “Hey, what’s this for?”

“For the radiation. Stay still!” Sayir glares at him when he was about to touch the shimmering protection. The witch took a deep breath and nods when it’s done.  “Let’s go!”

-o0o-

The Indomitable: Hallway

“Is that the commander?” Elder Ydela shuffles after the baar’rur and the two of them just turned the corner to see the commander and a red-haired woman… “Lady Sayir! She’s here too! Where are they going?” The old lady slaps both hands over her mouth; it muffles her gasp of horror after getting a peek at what’s in the middle of the flight deck.

As the baar’rur was faster he arrived at the moongate ahead of the apothecary. Ydela is taking it all in; the air thick with tension, the warriors move into formation flanking each other, the Mandalorian warriors were gathered at the mouth of the portal poised and prepared to deal with whatever comes out of it.

The apothecary hung back by the entrance of the main corridor scared of moving further noting how tense everyone is. When she got over her shock Elder Ydela forced herself to move. She has to go back to the meeting. They have to know.

“Dear mother, we have an emergency again.”

-o0o-

The Indomitable: Moongate on the fight deck

“Where are they? Can you see them?” Din Djarin asks Sayir of Dathomir. The two of them are poised to enter the portal.

“I can feel them.” Sayir nods, finishing her own protective barrier. “Time is our enemy.” Kalon’s second in command is chafing at the bit to save her queen and Luke.

“No one follows us, understand?” Din commands the people behind him especially the 3^rd Chair and 2^nd IC. “Ahsoka…” Din spares Grogu a passing glance. “I leave Grogu to you. If something happens you are his new guardian.” Ahsoka gave him a disbelieving raise of her pale brows.

“Stop it. You will come back and you have nothing to worry about Din.  Grogu will continue our training at the guest compound…”

“Mand’alor! The foundling!”

Din, Ahsoka and Sayir looks on with various expressions on their faces-Grogu enters the moongate.

“Dank Farrik!”  Din’s infuriation came back at the boy’s rebelliousness. “Sayir!” As he follows the witch closely inside the moongate Din became confused at the failure of the thermal scope to seek out any warm bodies. “Can you see him? I fucking lost the pod!” Din thinks lightning fast. ‘Could you find him, tow Grogu back? Is the pod near enough to use the Force? The witch looks back and shakes her head in answer to his thoughts. For fucking sake! That kid!  

“How incredible!”

Din nods in mute agreement to Sayir’s words. It’s one of the most beautiful panoramas Din and Sayir had ever seen in space; but it is a place that is inimical to any organic being.

“Grogu? Where is he?” He didn’t mean to but his voice sounded harsh mixed with worry and a tinge of anger for the wayward boy. Din was enthralled by the view until he reluctantly tears his attention away from the astonishing but deadly scenery.

“I feel him! There!” The direction she pointed him to is the very center of the galactic nursery.

It was hard to focus on a scenery such as this; the vastness of  space is overwhelming, terrifying and in constant movement.  It is in constant evolution, ever annihilating and creating. The electromagnetic radiation is screwing up the Beskar helmet’s HUD and is giving him a false report until Sayir gasps and runs to his left. The helm shows him a grim report of two dark figures slumped…

Seemingly lifeless….

…losing heat and life.

“Kalon!” Din breathed her name in relief; he identified her from one of the figures on the ground by the pale river of her platinum hair.

“My lord, we must leave quickly!” The witch takes Luke by floating the Jedi in a gleaming cocoon.  

“Kid…” Whatever Din was about to say to his son was cut off by the cry of the boy.  The sound of keening is a sound he has not ever heard from the child. It felt sorrowful as if….

“What is it, Mand’alor?” Sayir turns around at the Mandalorian’s expletive. “Is the Matriarch alright?”

“Nothing.” Din tore off his cape and quickly wraps it around Kalon’s limp body. Din moves fast; he doesn’t want to linger far longer than necessary to endanger all of them. “Take Luke out. I’m right behind you.” Before he lifts Kalon he made sure she is fully covered. “Grogu, lead the way!”

Without a word nor a mental acknowledgement the child swung his pod around and Din follows the silver pod out of the colorful nebula.  As they near the mouth of the moongate Din feels assured to find the Mandalorians waiting for them. They all made way as they emerge from the nebula.

“Baar’rur!” The 3^rd Chair called out and the medic whose all in white flight suit and armor briskly mobilizes his nurses.

Din places Kalon on a gurney that the medical assistants slid under his arms. With a sinking heart he monitors Kalon’s vitals until the nurses rolled her and Luke away.

“Lady Sayir.” The witch came to the second time he called her name but her eyes were blank. Sayir stares at the hallway where the medics took Luke Skywalker.

“Yes?” her reply sound curt.

“The moongate is dangerous. Close the portal. Please.” Although the red-head looked at him Din wonders if she heard him at all. It took Sayir a few seconds before she raised a hand and the glowing door shrunk in size and vanished as if smoke.

“Luke.” Sayir whispers.

He is also equally worried for Luke but all he could muster is a somber, “Let’s follow them.”

-o0o-

Conference Room

“Governor, where is elder Ydela?” Yuno ducks his head at the ‘shush’ from one of the elders.

“She is with their medic to help him heal mistress Aylith.”

“Can we help her?” Jem leans closely. He almost got shushed by the same elder.

“You’ll both be in the way!” Hissed the strict elder to both children. He’s the head priest for their small congregation who is not popular with the children because of his strict regulations of their conduct.

“No, we won’t! We helped gather and dry herbs for her before.” Jem said. Yuno nods in agreement.

“Yes, we know aunt Yde’s medicines. Please governor. There’s nothing to do here.” The boy held his breath.

“Yuno, it’s a large ship, you boys might get lost!” The governor shakes his head.

“No! I have a map!” Yuno quickly fished the parchment from one of his pockets.

While Yuno searches for the map the elder notice both boys wear belt pouches not unlike what master Djarin has, where he puts his ammo and other dangerous stuff. Also, they sport the same patch on the right arm. It took the governor a second to connect the same stylized figure of an animal with a long horn on master Djarin’s armor, not to mention the wooden spears the two boys always carry on their backs. Even the other boys have been making those spears too.  Gov. Wing doesn’t know what to feel about these changes but he is an open-minded man and he understands the children’s hero worship for the Mandalorian for good reason.

“Map? What do you need a map for?” The strict head priest hisses.

“The master wants us to know the interesting places on the ship.” The teen shows the elders a schematic of the battle cruiser.

“Governor, let them go so we could focus on the meeting.” Says the Coins Master of the council. She motioned them to be quiet then went back to listen to the discussion.  

“Yes, he’s right. There’s nowhere to go and they won’t ever sit still in these long boring talks.” Agrees the council member who heads the education section of Calodan.

Gov. Wing sighs, he’s uneasy but he agrees with his council members on the other hand. “Very well, but you must not venture in other areas of the ship. Promise me.”

Yuno crosses his fingers. “We promise, elder.”

-o0o-

The Indomitable: Infirmary

“Go in.”  Din holds the door open but the red-haired witch stands stiffly at the hallway. The Mandalorian turns away after he saw the look of what he would call unease from the strong-wiled woman. No matter how good she at concealing her emotion hiding behind the stern and bored countenance but Din have squared off with people who were better than hers.  He spares the woman her dignity by stepping ahead. “Where’s the medic?” he calls out in the quiet infirmary. It’s not totally quiet-the beeps and hiss of life-sustaining machines is a tad eerie. One of the curtains in the far end of the aisle moved and swept aside and out steps the Baar’rur.

“Wait,” The man walks briskly hand out. “The foundling must not come in any further, Mand’alor.”

“Why? What is it?”

“For his safety it’s best for the foundling to stay outside or with another adult, my lord.”

“I understand. Hold on.” Din nods after he reads the medic’s mind. ‘Children aren’t permitted to enter, Grogu. Go to Ahsoka at the Mantis. Your training isn’t finished.’

‘No, I don’t want.’  The boy added some hard grunts and short vocalizations. 

‘It’s not up for discussion, kid.’ This is becoming tedious. The kid is hyped up to argue every single time all of a sudden and he now could say the word ‘no’ and Din isn’t happy with that.

‘No, I stay.’

‘You heard the medic; this place isn’t for children.’

‘I stay.’

‘Kid, you’re already in a heap of Banta trouble. Do not test...’

‘I want to see mother!’

“He says he doesn’t want to.” Din says for the benefit of the medic.

“I can tell, my lord, but rules are rules. No children allowed.”

“Grogu, you are not acting like a true Mandalorian. This is unbecoming behavior.” Din berates the boy. ‘’Foundlings listen and obey their elders and seniors!’’

‘I want to see mother!’

Sayir gave Din a side eye.  Dank Ferrick! That’s all he needs- a witch to see him fail his job in discipline. ‘‘Go with Ahsoka, Grogu. Last chance.’’

‘No!’

“This is not getting us anywhere.” Sayir muttered in her accent. The woman sighed deeply which got the Baar’rur riveted on her abundant chest.

Kalon said Sayir came from the northern clans which that answered Din’s burning question. As Din and the rest of the known universe have little or no information about Dathomir and this is a small crack in getting to know the mysterious witches of Dathomir. And he also couldn’t forget how Kalon shimmied down his chest and belly, all naked, then his cries of pleasure and ecstasy scared off some sea birds at the beach.

“Any ideas? I’m fresh out.”

“Fresh out. I like that idiom.”

“Show me your idea, legate Sayir.” The witch seems to be ‘defrosting’ around him. She has given him a slight smirk. Perhaps he is doing something right.

“Grogu, my sweet child, sleep.” The witch sings a high-pitched melody, beautiful and haunting. The boy coos and giggles at the song then his eyes got heavy. Din was just stumped before the last tune fades the child leans back on the bucket seat, closed his eyes and went limp.

“What did she do?” The Baar’rur and Din exchange a look when Grogu snores.

Din was stumped; mouth hangs open. “What the hell was that?”

“That’s the Dathomir lullaby.” Sayir gestures to the child with a sardonic smirk.

“Did you just challenge me?” Din jabs at the floor as the witch took a step toward him; a smirk on her red lips as she also added some of her strong opinion about his fatherhood style.  “You think?” He steps forward at the woman’s psychic message, aghast at the audacity of the witch, “It’s my duty to discipline him as his father.”

‘’I did my duty as his godmother and you were unproductive, my lord.” Sayir made another audacious step forward. 

“Unproductive? Foundlings are taught the way of the Mandalore.”

“Ah…the boring way of Mandalore.” Sayir pouts and busies herself in delicately twiddling her vivid auburn hair.

 “Where foundlings are not forced into submission.”

“The boy was brought up by the Jedi first.”

“That is true but…” A sound behind them; the loud clearing of a throat interrupts the verbal tug of war between him and the witch. “What?”

“Excuse me,” The Baar’rur stands between them,” do you want to argue or see the patients?”

-o0o-

The Indomitable: Hallway

Alone, Elder Ydela makes her way back to the meeting room, her mind full of the scenes at the flight deck. She wanted her council members to know what she saw but it is taking her time and she was attracting unwanted attention. Countless helmets give her a second look after seeing her go through the hall in her slow shuffle. The elder couldn’t see some of their faces but they all looked concerned. They’re all young, healthy and fit and, in their eyes, her slow shuffling makes her feeble and weak. Elder Ydela was ashamed at the number of people who paused to ask if she needs help. She politely declined their offer, of course, but instead of going on their way some had hung back and follow a few steps behind.

‘In case I have an accident,’ Ydela closes her eyes.  Merciful mother. Ydela is a little humiliated; she had never felt her age before but in the midst of Mandalorian warriors, she and the rest of the Calodan council look ancient. Ydela had only seen few older Mandalorians and yet, they’re in fighting form too.  “Children, please. No need to waste your time. I can find the conference room.” The youngsters bowed and to her reprieve one by one obeyed-except one. “Wait there, I know you. You…uh, brought one of the boys back to my cottage. Yes, that’s right.” Ydela smiles.

“Your memory is sharp, elder. I was one of them.” The helmet nods.

Ydela relaxed at seeing a familiar ‘face’, so to speak. “I’m on my way to the meeting hall. It seems so far away than I remember,” Ydela looks around the brightly lit hallway, chuckling quietly to hide her shame.

“Well, if you permit me, I’ll help you find the way.” The young man stands smartly and bows.

Ydela beams in gratefulness as she hooks hers at the proffered arm. “Oh, I’m much thankful. I was foolish to decline the shuttle.”

“The conference room is just this way.”

“Oh?” Uncertain, Ydela looks at the direction the young Mandalorian is pointing to. “Are you sure?”

“I’m certain.”

“Uh, I…I remember it was this way…” Doubtful, Ydela frowns at the hallway.

“It is here. I know the way. Shall we, elder?”

“Alright.” The Calodan elder politely gestures the young warrior to lead. The two of them turn around and take the first corner to the right. “By the way, I’m Ydela, apothecary of Calodan. How do they call you?” The elder asks of the man in yellow armor.

“I’m Tebec Nari.”

-o0o-

The Indomitable: Hallway

“Yuno, look at the map again.” Jem whines and sighs when the older boy made a sound of annoyance.

‘I know where we’re going!”

“No. I think we’re lost.”

“I have a good memory.”

“I remember the infirmary is just two…” Jem points at the two junctions.

The wise looking eye roll Yuno gave the younger attendant was annoying to Jem . “But that’s if we come from the flight deck. We have to go back the same way.  I remember we have to walk by the melted wall…”

“I remember! Its where the master fought that evil…uh, what’s the name? Ge….ga…Gadeon?” Jem shrugs.

“I see it! The melted wall!” Yuno jabs the air.

The boys have wide smiles ‘ooh-ing and ahh-ing’ and running their fingers on the wall.  “The master’s sword did this…wow! How hot was it?”

“Hey!” Yuno felt himself dragged behind a support pillar. It was Jem. The teenager was surprised at how strong the younger kid is. “What is it…?”

Jem shushed Yuno, “Look there!”

-o0o-

The Indomitable: Infirmary

A Mandalorian Baar’rur is one of the hardest working members of a clan or clans. Mandalorians always get into some light and heavy scuffle and because of that some clans have more than one medic. The Indomitable has about three Baar’rur working on three shifts to service the Mando’ade who need medical assistance plus nurses.  

Today is a day of firsts. He is a newly trained medic; the first in his clan, it’s his first day on the job and he’s anxious as hell because to his dismay his clan is once more in the limelight and the creed is divided again. And that’s what he was thinking of when their new leader pulled open that door and stepped into the infirmary.

The Baar’rur stands to the side by the curtain as the witch and the Mand’alor have a riveting argument. Honestly, he was paying more attention to the witch and he was shocked to witness how the red-head contained the foundling’s tantrum. 

The well chiseled jaw of the baar’rur has been left hanging wide open when he slowly remembers from whispers what not to do if you’re near the Mand’alor. The medic balls his hand tight as he recites the Oath of the Baar’rur ‘These hands skilled in inflicting violence to my enemy will be used to heal and mend my brothers and sisters…’ so it loosely goes. He repeats the litany until it sounds like he's reciting a prayer.

“The patients are ready to see you both, if you are ready.”

“Dank Ferric! Yes, you’re right, medic. We apologize.” Din looks exasperated as he turns away from the witch and the medic. “Yeah, no worries. The kid’s gonna stay here. Will someone sit with my son…”

“Whoa!” Din and the Baar’rur chorused at the hissing doors.  and in roll a droid making noise a million parsecs per minute.

“Where did this thing come from?” The Baar’rur side steps around Din and shouts outside the Infirmary door, “Hey, security! In here!” Before half a minute was up heavy footsteps come thumping on the deck. Two men with Mythosaur in blood red sigils on their right chest plate fills the double doors.

“Whose droid is this? How did it get here?” the largest of the security men asks. The circle around the Mythosaur sigil means he’s the senior of the two.

The droid parked itself in front of Din flashing its lights and repeating a litany of beeps and clicks as the two hulking security men zeroes in at the droid.  The junior man cocks his vambrace at the three feet tall machine; a metal prong on its end crackles with current. The small robot rolls back then ports and slots whir open with a threatening sound.

“No! No, it’s okay. Stand down!” Din raises his hands.  “I know this droid!”

Worried about a menacing droid; the baar’rur placed himself between the machine and the security men because the droid is becoming more and more agitated in his eyes. In response, the security men tense, their vambrace going to their blasters.

“Are you sure, Mand’alor?”

“Yeah. Hey! Stand down, I said! Quiet!”  Even the droid stopped whistling and whirring. Din’s yell was like a minor sonic boom and enough to shut them up. It’s a shock to feel it pass through them. Glad of the silence, Din stops to listen to what the droid has to say. It was a lot. “Whoa! Slow down buddy.”  

“What’s it sayin’?” Security man number 1 asks while his junior partner is standing there looking at the Mand’alor.

“What the hell?” Din’s breath tickles his cheek with the deep sigh he made. “You gotta be kidding me.”

“Mand’alor? What did the droid say?” The security man jerked back when the droid squeaked loudly and rushed at him with whirring gears. “The hell?”

“He wants to see Luke Skywalker. It’s his droid. He’s okay. Stay here with my son, droid, okay?’ The white and blue dome of the droid move this way and that but he got an affirmative click. “Good. Glad we understand each other.”

“How did it get up here?” the security man nearest the droid poked it with the butt of his rifle but the feisty droid also brandished it’s taser array. The man chuckled.

“It must have snuck in one of the ships. I’ll tell the constable.” The other security staff taps his vambrace to send a message.

“That’s not important. I wanna see my riduur.” At his words the security men stand on attention like they were touched by a sonic prod.

“She’s….she’s…in there, my lord.” The Baar’rur steps smartly and swept aside the thick curtain as he recites the oath again in his head.

“What the fuck is ‘…will be used to heal and mend my brothers and sisters…?’” Din stops as he passes by, the Mandalorian frowns at the way the medic visibly tenses at his words. It even made the medic speechless. “Uh, forget it, man.” 

Din’s wave unfroze the poor man but he moved jerkily to sweep the heavy linen curtain aside. “Mand’alor.” The medic’s helmet bobbed low; trembling.

Din’s steps slow down after a few steps in the ward. A terrible feeling pounds in his chest. In his mind’s eye he replays the scene in the nebula. How he never wants to enter that part of space. When the nurses wheeled Kalon and Luke away he managed to take a peek back into the void. The nebula is the shape of a heart.

‘Cyar’ika….’

-o0o-

 

Chapter 56: PARTING OF THE WAYS

Summary:

While helping Grogu find a Jedi, an accident on Tython turned Din Djarin to a Force sensitive. Caught at a crossroads, he went back to Calodan to become the padawan of Ahsoka Tano but…Din’s other life has caught up with him.

A/N: I love the story of Din Djarin and Grogu. Also I am writing this because of the force of my inspiration Pedro Pascal and not for monetary gain. I have spoken. This is the way!

1: Yuno, Din's attendant would look like kid on the side of the road from Season 2 Episode 15-The Believer.
2: On Pinterest see Din Djarin’s cute cottage in Calodan under the name Acer Wolfe at Silver Moon Inuyoukai board. You can also see the picture of the Mantis, Din’s new vehicle and the cliffs where Din and Grogu went to.
3: Elder Ydela or Yde (the kid’s affectionate nickname for her)-pronunciation/EE-deh/
4: The Republic Marshal's Office in Star Wars is formally known as the Judicial Forces, which served as the law enforcement and peacekeeping branch of the Galactic Republic. 

PADAWAN

CHAPTER 56

PARTING OF THE WAYS

‘Only those who do not seek power are qualified to hold it.’

~Plato

The Indomitable: Flight Deck-The Jedi

The Togruta doesn’t know what to do with herself after Din and Sayir went in the Infirmary, but it was actually a good thing.

Her friend’s parting nod didn’t make her feel better, and her steps were getting heavier as she makes her way back to the Mantis to think.

Like any Jedi, meditation is their desired way to mull and deliberate and to calm down because Ahsoka is fuming.

Six things happened on this day; Din’s entry into his own consciousness, Kalon’s bizarre actions, the five alor’s attack on Grogu, Grogu’s new power and rebellious streak, the question of why Kalon and Luke were in the nebula and lastly, Tarre Vizsla.

The person she and Din met in the mind meld is an enigma and no matter what that character or person said, if he’s even real, it shouldn’t be believed. That’s her strong conclusion.

Lo and behold! The Mandalorians are still against one another, no surprise about that, but they have crossed a line today that unsettled Ahsoka.

For the first time she didn’t feel safe among Din’s people. There was a flash of a puckered brow from the former Jedi; Din is carrying a deep sadness that he wanted to hide from her. It has got to be something about his covert and his family. Although they formed a bond, they still haven’t been that quite open to one another yet. Din Djarin is one of the few Mandalorians that Ahsoka liked. Truly liked and trusted one hundred percent.

Although she knew Bo Katan prior to Din, on the other hand, she admits, she could rate her trust in the woman about 75 percent, because Bo Katan would turn all the way around if it’s in her best interest.

Take this for example-she joined Din Djarin’s mission to rescue Grogu. Not because she primarily wanted to save the boy but because she had her eye to battle Moff Gideon for the Darksaber.

Her friendship with Din made her forget she, meaning the Jedi, and the Mandalorians had a contentious history. Their people went to war and she was part of that atrocious war. In that battle she killed many Mandalorians when she was herself a padawan. In the aftermath, when her life became complicated, she left the Jedi Order. Was it a right decision on her part?

A voice jerked her out from her deep musings.

Two Mandalorians now flank her.

Ahsoka called forth her Jedi training to loosen the tautness from her body but slowly, furtively, from the depth of her robe Ahsoka relaxed her fingers from around the hilts of her lightsabers.

“Yes?” Ahsoka says as soon as she recognized one of them.

“Are you alright, lady Tano?” 2nd IC Peytr Neral is wary, from the HUD of his helm he could see heat variations from the female Jedi.

“Certainly not. I have a problem.” Ahsoka paced in front of the Mantis ramp, scratching a pale brow. “There are five alor on the Mantis.”

“What do you mean?” The 3rd chair, Olar Vigg asks after a beat.

“They went after my padawan.” Ahsoka notes Vigg got tense at her declaration.

“They went after your…?” The 2nd IC steps back, thinking. “Padawan!” the man exclaimed after a second. “The prince! What the hell?”

“Is the boy…is he okay?” Olar Vigg looked shaken, confused.

“Yes, he is fine. You saw him.” Ahsoka casually points at the Infirmary.

“Dank Ferrick! What a dilemma we have! The 1st Chair is incapacitated, and now the Mand’alor’s riduur and teacher has been hurt as well!” The 2nd IC’s throwing of hands has become familiar to the Mando’ade. As well as the…. “My word!”

“I do concur, constable. What I don’t understand is why were they in the nebula, anyway?” Vigg includes Ahsoka in his question but the Togruta Jedi is closemouthed when it comes to her own opinion and in protecting her friend. Vigg felt a grudging envy for the Mand’alor; his friends are loyal to a fault. The 3rd Chair would give up his position to have people he could trust with his back turned.

“Uh…the foundling seems angry.” Peytr Neral cleared his throat to banish the awkward pause.

“Something happened during the gifting.”

“What the hell did they do?” Vigg sighs. He braces himself for another slew of bad news. He saw the Jedi studying him and it is a somewhat disquieting feeling to have the power to read your enemies.

“Long story short, he had to neutralize the five alor.” The two Mandalorian turn to each other shaking their heads.

“Good. They’re dead.” Olar Vigg nods with grim finality and resignation, like a true Mandalorian. “Their clans would have to vote for a new alor.”

“No. They’re asleep.” Ahsoka’s cocky smirk made the two wary.

“The prince rendered them asleep?” Blurts the 2nd IC.

“That is…incredibly accurate.” Ahsoka folded her arms beneath her cloak.

“You say they’re alive?” Olar Vigg couldn’t believe it. The two Mandalorians looked surprised. “Why are they alive?”

“That’s my padawan’s decision.”

“Well, the Mand’alor should execute them all! This is absurd!” The constable looks at the 3rd Chair but the man was beyond hearing.

“How could a simple bloody gifting mission turn violent?! What the hell got into their minds?” The 3rd Chair took off his helmet, face patchy in anger. “Lady Tano, where are they?” Olar Vigg took a sharp breath.

“If you follow me.”

-o0o-

THE INDOMITABLE-Corridor

“This is much too far, isn’t it?”

“No elder. I believe you have turned yourself around a few too many times and got confused.” Tebec Nari pats the old woman’s hand in a somewhat patronizing gesture.

“Have I?” Ydela murmured, scanning the hallway for any distinctive marks, names, or numbers.

“It’s a big ship. For people who are not used to a place like this…”

“You mean technologically less advanced people like us?” Elder Ydela chuckles as the young man coughed nervously.

“Elder,” Tebec chuckled shortly. “Your words, not mine.”

“Aye, we haven’t machines such as this but we navigate using the stars alone.”

“I don’t know how to do that.”

“My point exactly. We travel without any fancy technology —just the stars to guide us.” The apothecary smiles at the young Mandalorian walking beside her. They have been walking the halls for quite aways and her knees told her this is not the way. “I’m getting tired now. Can we sit?”

-o0o-

Infirmary

“My lord, she’s waiting.”

Din stops. Legs frozen as ice. Sayir’s words sounds like…shit. He jerked back at someone’s touch.

Sayir.

To others her eyes bears the same blank look but Din has gotten to know the aloof witch a little better and there are subtleties in the expression of her eyes and that look now bores a pitying countenance. It hurts Din for some reason.

Kalon’s voice pleads from beyond the sterile drapes.

He could finally take a step to the curtain with a heart that is beating much too fast for his liking. Din could feel her, hear her. He could sense her pain. With that he’s beside her bed before she said, “Din, come to me.”

He looks down at their entwined fingers. Something isn’t right. Something doesn’t feel right.

“What are you doing?” Kalon’s smooth brow puckers. Din steps back as he works on his vambrace. One was quickly taken off and it was set on the tray beside the bed. “I remember when you did that. You were a magnificent lover and you took my breath away many times that day.” Kalon smiles as the second gauntlet joins its partner on the metal tray. “Oh, there you are, ner mesh'la cyar'ika.” She says with a weak smile when Din places the helmet beside the gauntlets.

“I remember the first time you said those words.” As soon as their hands touch the both breathe in relief.

Kalon gave him a ghost of a smile. “You intrigued me in the mind meld.”

“Why?”

“I asked myself, why in the Matriarch is a Mandalorian with Grogu? I finally found my son after so long. I have lost hope but as I searched one last time, there you were, your aura shines as I’ve never seen anyone shine before.” Kalon took a deep breath and swallowed thickly.

“Here, take a sip of water.” Din guides the glass straw to Kalon’s pale lips. His own throat tightens at the patches of medicated bandages on her shoulder, her arm and wrists. “Does it hurt?”

“A little. How is Luke?”

“I don’t know. Kalon…”

“Din. They are coming for me.” Kalon takes a deep shaky breath.

“Coming for you? Your coven?”

“Yes, listen to me.” A tear fell. “I have the creature in me…”

“What the…”

“My coven will take it out.” Kalon says but her voice lacks certainty.

“And then?”

“It depends.” Kalon lifts her arm from under the sheet.

The silver tattoos on her skin are glowing weak and he couldn’t understand how some of them were almost gone, erased from her skin. He kissed those brands before, running his tongue on her skin, running his hands and fingers on the pale softness of her skin.

“What a pair we are.” Din kisses Kalon’s cold hands. It smells of the antiseptic solution applied by the medics. It is worrying that Kalon’s powers could not heal her instantly.

“We are perfect.”

“Yes. We are.” Din glances away in the attempt to control his emotions. “Grogu is outside….”

“No,” Kalon shakes her head firmly. “He stays with you, Din.”

“He wants his family. He wants you.”

“You must be firm with him. He is in his 51st year and…” Kalon stops, eyes looking inward. The grip on his hand tightens. “They’re coming.”

Din leans in Kalon’s hand; the beat of his heart doubles. “When? Now?”

-o0o-

The Mantis Brig

“Bunch of lunatics.” With his boot Peytr Neral kicked the leg of one of the alor on the floor. “They’re the cancer of our society, the ones who create division and disunity. We’ll never get back Mandalore this way. Shits!”

“Lady Tano, on behalf of the Mandalore council thank you for protecting our prince…” Olar Vigg said more formally, bowing low

“He did the protecting.”

“Wah! He’s a true Mandalorian…!”

“Or a true Jedi.” Ahsoka said coolly. It should’ve deterred the constable.

“The prince displays the innate protective character of a Mandalorian.” Peytr Neral continues even as the Jedi levels him a serious stare.

“He was taught those virtues at the Jedi Temple,” Ahsoka cut in, “when he was twenty.”

“But the prince…”

“Constable,” Olar interjected, voice firmer, “Lady Tano has a point. The prince grew up under the Jedi teachers and we are thankful he was taught self-restraint.”

“Aye. The 3rd Chair speaks with wisdom. Lady Tano, please accept my apology.” The 2nd IC got a let down when he got nothing from the Jedi.

“By the way, how soon can we wake up these turncoats?” Olar Vigg curls his lips in disdain for the five alor slumped in the brig.

“As soon as my padawan wakes up.”

“When would that be?”

-o0o-

THE INDOMITABLE-INFIRMARY

Sayir hadn’t moved a muscle since the Mand’alor entered the cubicle. She gave the baar’rur a sharp eye stopping the man on his first step. The man raised his hands diffusing the threatening glow in her eyes until he walks backwards and went inside one of the doors. Sayir could catch snatches of the Mand’alor and the Matriarch’s conversation from the cubicle.

Earlier, Sayir saw the Togruta Jedi take the pod with her.

Grogu is quiet, sleeping soundly. Good. It’s normal for his size to get tired easily after using up his power with the sleep spell. From a small animal to five people. She’s proud of the boy. His power is increasing, getting stronger.

The witch closes her eyes blocking the blinking pilot lights on the instruments. She could feel that her sisters are about to arrive.

But there is another who calls for her….

-o0o-

THE INDOMITABLE-BRIG

“Oh, this is such a nice place to sit.” With a small smile the elder pats the hard ledge.

“It’s the brig, elder.”

“It is? It doesn’t look like it. Clean and spacious.” Ydela says, glancing around the brightly lit incarceration room.

“Not many people could say that.” Tebec Nari replies, walking back to the door.

“I wonder how many people it’s held?”

“We don’t know. Someone purged its record, they said.”

“It’s an impressive flying machine.”

“I heard it has the ability to destroy a planet.”

“Oh, what a shame. Why do people always turn something magnificent into something destructive?”

“Moff Gideon was after power.”

“What about you, young warrior?”

“What about me?” Tebec says, distracted as he works at the door panel.

“You plan to leave me in here?”

“Elder…”

“Many people need me, young Nari.”

“Never fear, elder. I have no intention of hurting you.”

“What’s your intention, then?”

“To delay you. Nothing more.”

“Your people need help, young man. And if I escape from here, they will know what you’ve done.”

“You had me fooled, elder.”

The old woman nods. “May the mother be with you, Tebec, house of Nari.”

“You will be safe here. The door will open after an hour.” Tebec gave the elder an awkward bow. It’s hard to meet the old woman’s gaze.

-o0o-

THE INDOMITABLE-INFIRMARY

“How long will they treat you?” Din sat rigidly beside the biobed, hand clenched on his knee. Kalon’s condition was worsening. He could see it—feel it—in the tremble beneath her skin, the shallow breaths, the bluish tinge on her lips. The med droid’s screen scrolled a blur of unfamiliar symbols. If Kalon were a machine, he could take her apart, pinpoint the damage. But flesh and blood? That fragility unsettled him. He hated being helpless.

“Time will tell, my love.” Kalon’s voice was barely above a whisper. “This hasn’t been done before... but my sisters will find a way. If there’s one thing we’re known for—it’s our determination.”

“Will you be alright?”

“I can’t promise you that, Din.”

Their conversation fell quiet as the sterile curtain rustled. Ahsoka stepped in.

Kalon managed a weak smile and reached for her. The Jedi took her hand, and together they bowed their heads, eyes closed in quiet communion. Two women bound not just by power, but by something gentler.

“Ahsoka,” Din said, sitting straighter. “What did they say?”

“I spoke with Peytr and Vigg. They’re shaken.”

“Good.” His voice came out low, hard. “They should be.”

Kalon frowned faintly. “What happened?”

Din relayed the events on Calodan in clipped sentences. Kalon’s face tensed with guilt. “It’s my fault. If I—”

“You weren’t yourself,” Ahsoka said gently. “They’ll deal with the alor.”

“They’d better. If they don’t—”

“You’ll make sure they do?” she finished for him.

A beat.

“I think it’s time to flex some power,” Ahsoka added. “That’s what they’re expecting.”

Din didn’t answer right away. The hum of the med droid filled the silence. His Beskar armor caught the low light—unyielding, like the weight pressing on his shoulders.

“I’ll do it,” he finally said, voice quieter now. “But on my own terms.”

Kalon gave him the smallest of smiles.

“Din... it’s time. You’ve earned their fear. Now earn their respect.” Ahsoka said in a firm voice.

“My sisters have arrived.” Kalon’s voice trembled, but her grip was firm as she reached for Din’s hand. Her fingers tightened around his, anchoring herself to him. “Din…” she whispered, pulling him closer, her breath brushing his ear. The words that followed were low and urgent—meant only for him. Whatever she said made Din still.

Ahsoka stepped out of the infirmary, her chest rising with deep, steadying breaths. Despite all her knowledge, despite the power she held as a Jedi... Kalon’s fate was beyond her reach. That truth weighed heavily. She hated feeling this helpless.

A flutter of wings broke the silence. A soft hoot, and the brush of feathers.

“Morai?” Ahsoka looked up as the spectral owl landed gently on her arm.

She smiled, small but full of wonder. The presence of the creature—so often tied to moments of destiny—was a comfort... or perhaps a warning.

“A message? From?”

“What is a bird doing up here?” Olar Vigg said wide-eyed. “Is it yours, lady Tano?”

“This is Morai.”

Olar Vigg stepped back, startled as the owl hooted. “Where did it come from?”

“She must be roosting in the Mantis.” Ahsoka looks up fondly at the owl. “I must warn you about some new arrivals…” as if on cue a sound like the tinkling of bells could be heard at the launching pad.

“Ah, more guests.” Vigg and Ahsoka face the ones that emerged from the Dathomiri portal. The crowd gave them space.

“This is a security breach!” the 2^nd IC exclaimed, the constable regard the new arrival with distrust.

“It can’t be…” Sayir interrupted her own quiet conversation with one of her sisters. The witch, rarely fazed, found herself at a loss for words.

“Hold on.”  Ahsoka takes a step back, “What are you doing?”

“I have no idea you were the-”

“I am not.”

Sayir follows Ahsoka’s glance, quickly grasping the situation.

Ahsoka hissed near the witches’ ear.  “Get up.”

“Yes. Yes, my lady.”

“Mention it not to anyone.”  

“I apologize for putting you in an awkward situation.” Sayir nodding. Her gaze shifted behind Ahsoka.

“Din.” the Jedi gave her friend a small smile.

“Ahsoka--Kalon’s sisters…”

“Yes.” Ahsoka gently touched her friend’s arm. “Is Kalon ready?”

“Yes.”

The best friends turn at the sound of the doors. The first two witches emerged.

“Why is she in there?”

Kalon emerged from the infirmary floating--encased in a crystal sarcophagus.

Sayir held Din back from rushing forward. “My lord, it’s to help The Matriarch survive the voyage.”

“To Dathomir?”

“No.” Sayir shook her head. “It’s a place no mortal can follow.”

“Is Kalon going to die then?” Din clenches both fists, afraid.

“No. It is a place of healing. Fear not, she will return.” Sayir looks at the portal her sisters made. This one is different; its shape unfamiliar, its colors like nothing any of them had seen before.

“We must go. I bid you farewell.”

“Take care of my riduur, Lady Sayir.”

And then---

They were gone.

***

“My lord—” the white armored baar’rur bowed the moment Din noticed him. “Lord Skywalker is awake. He asks for you.”

“Wait a moment, Lord Healer.”

Another voice spoke up, calm but firm.

“Mand’alor,” said the Third Chair, stepping forward. “I speak for the council, and I want you to know—we are behind you. You have our full support in whatever decision you make.”

He paused.

“I’m also sorry… for what happened to the prince and your riduur today.”

The Third Chair held his ground, waiting for the Mand’alor’s response. Din turned toward him, silent. His stance was unreadable beneath the Beskar.

But all the Third Chair got was—

“Thank you.”

Without another word, the bounty hunter turned and followed the baar’rur toward the infirmary, boots echoing down the flight deck.

-o0o-

THE INDOMITABLE-FLIGHT DECK

“Oh boy. What a day,” Peytr Neral muttered, holding his buy’ce under one arm. “What do you think he’s gonna do, Councilman?”

“I—” Vigg hesitated, glancing around. The Jedi was gone.

He hadn’t even seen her leave.

She had a way of disappearing—of showing up exactly when you least expected it.

“Hell if I know.” Vigg sighs.

“You think he’ll execute the five alor?”

“I would. I’d be livid myself if my kid was attacked.”

“Councilman, will the Mando’ade ever be united? We have been trying but—”

“We need to try. That’s all—”

Both men fell silent as the docking bay lights began to pulse—a signal that a ship was about to enter the hangar via the side access port.

Without a word, both Vigg and Neral returned their helmets to their heads almost in sync.

“Who the hell is it?” Vigg muttered, glancing down at the tablet Neral handed him. “What? A republic starfighter ship?”

“To be specific—an ARC-170.” 

“Yes! I know what it is, constable! Why is it docking without triggering the alarms?”

“There we go.” Neral tilted his head toward the blaring klaxons as red lights began to spin overhead. “Now it’s triggered.”

“Just shut it off. It’s useless anyway.”

The familiar shape of the fighter glided slowly into the hangar, following the indicator lights along the deck. Its wings folded as it rotated, aligning itself to face the exit.

“Councilman,” Neral said, eyes narrowing. “Look at the side of the ship.”

Vigg squinted, then froze.

His voice dropped. “...What the fuck?”

A long pause.

Then—

“What is a Marshal doing here?”

The ARC-170’s side hatch hissed open.

 

-o0o-

THE INDOMITABLE-INFIRMARY

The curtain that once separated Kalon’s bed from the rest of the clinic had been pushed aside.

The room felt colder without her presence.

Monitors that once pulsed with her vitals now showed static lines. Things were efficiently returned as before, not even a hint of what happened.

Din stood at the foot of the bed, helmet in hand. His eyes didn’t move from the space where she’d once lain.

“She’s really gone?” came a quiet voice behind him.

“She’s not dead,” Din replied quietly.

“I know. I felt it too. But… wherever she is, it’s far.”

Din nodded once. He didn’t trust his voice.

Luke Skywalker leaned against the wall, pale but upright, his expression unreadable.

“Sayir healed me.” Luke said, watching the flicker of shock cross Din’s face.

“Sorry you got pulled in this mess.”

“Wouldn’t be the first time.” Luke offered a faint smile. “Sayir filled me in…. What would you do?”

Din looks at his teacher with a slight smirk—

 Luke and Sayir.

Interesting. He’d always suspected they were stuck in one of those slow-burn romances.

“Ahsoka advised a show of force. Kalon concurred. What do you advise?”

“Kill a few of them, they’ll get the idea.”

Both Din and Luke blinked—then turned to each other, confused. Neither had spoken.

Then Din turned toward the voice.

He narrowed his eyes. “What the hell are you doing here?”

 

-o0o-

THE INDOMITABLE-BRIG

“Is it always like this?” Elder Ydela asked, glancing up at the red blinking lights. “One emergency after another?”

“No.” Tebec Nari muttered, sliding the helmet back onto his head, “Only when the Mand’alor came.”

“You don’t like him much?”

“It’s just that ever since we came here to ‘fetch’ him everyone’s been going crazy.” The young man shifted a little farther from the old woman.

“And that’s master Djarin’s fault?”

“Well…who else?”

“What do you think?”

Tebec watched as Elder Ydela opened a small pouch and began selecting dried leaves of various colors. She rolled them together with practiced fingers.

“What?”

“What’s your opinion? Do you think it’s master Djarin’s fault?” The Calodan elder asked softly.

“Why do you call him Master? He’s not your master.”

“You wouldn’t understand, young warrior.”

Tebec frowned as she reached into her capacious apron, pulled out a tiny firestarter, and lit the short cigar she’d made.

“You all idolize him.”

“Idolize? No, young warrior. We admire him. He saved us—more than once. We owe our freedom from him…and to mistress Ahsoka.”

“He’s a bounty hunter. Of course he would. He gets paid for the service.” Tebec snorted, arms crossed over his yellow Beskar.

“That wasn’t the case.”

A beat of silence passed.

“That smells nice.”

Elder Ydela smiled.

 

-o0o-

THE INDOMITABLE-INFIRMARY

Din stared at the person standing just inside the doors, thinking for a moment he’s imagining things.

“Wow. You’re hot.”  

Marshal Cara Dune chuckled, arms crossed, eyes sweeping over her old friend with an easy grin.

A sound behind her made her glance back—just in time to see the stunned expressions on the two Mandalorians who’d escorted her in.

Suddenly, the curtain slid closed with a sharp whoosh, sealing Din off from the rest of the infirmary.

Din slams the buy’ce back onto his head, face flaming.

***

“You must be Marshal Dune. I’m Luke Skywalker.” the Jedi said, stepping in front of the curtain. He gave a polite bow to one of his student’s oldest friends.

“I remember you.” Cara Dune blinked in surprise. “You single handedly destroyed those droids. That was impressive.”

“Thank you.” Luke bowed again, more modestly. “We didn’t really get a chance to talk.”

“Yeah, it was a hectic day.” she said, glancing around. “Is the little guy here?”

“He must be with mistress Ahsoka.”

“Mistress Ahsoka?” Cara Dune narrowed her eyes.

“Her name’s Ahsoka Tano,” Luke explained gently. “She is Grogu’s teacher.”

“Ahsoka Tano…” Cara tilted her head, trying to place the name. “Where did I hear that—?”

The curtain behind Luke slid open with a quiet swish. Din Djarin stood there, composed now, buy’ce firmly back in place.

“Ooh!” Cara smirked, a touch disappointed. “The helmet’s back on.”

“What are you doing here?”

“This is not a social call, I’m afraid.”

His stance shifted just slightly. “What happened?”

Cara’s expression sobered. The humor drained from her face.

She glanced at Luke, then back at Din.

“You might want to sit down.”

-o0o-

THE INDOMITABLE-FLIGHT DECK

Third Chair Olar Vigg and Second-in-Command Peytr Neral stepped out of the infirmary, both wearing different shades of disbelief on their faces.

“Dank Farrik!” Neral muttered first, shaking his head as he tried to process what he’d just witnessed. He was quicker to voice what they were both thinking.

Olar Vigg, ever the more prudent of the two, said nothing at first—but the tight set of his jaw and the crease between his brows gave him away.

“Did that really just happen?” Neral finally asked, glancing sideways.

Vigg exhaled through his nose. “Apparently.”

“He knows a lot of people in high places.”

“Who aren’t hunting or arresting him.”

“That’s something.” Neral gave a short laugh. Then... “Can we please do something so people don’t just pop in and out of the cruiser?!” Peytr Neral burst out, boots striking the deck with every agitated step. “Isn’t there a protocol? A lockdown? Something?!”

“Constable,” Vigg said dryly, “she’s a Marshal. She can go anywhere she wants.”

Neral muttered something under his breath and kicked a stray bolt across the hangar floor.

-o0o-

THE INDOMITABLE-BRIG

Elder Ydela stood over Tebec Nari, now slumped against the wall, snoring softly.

She smiled to herself. “Yes… one of my finest blends,” she murmured, pinching out the last ember with her fingers. She tucked the spent cigar back into her apron with a satisfied sigh.

 

Down the corridor, just out of sight, Yuno and Jem crouched behind a support beam.

“We wait until the camera is away from us,” Yuno whispered, eyes locked on the brig’s control panel. “Then I destroy the socket.”

“With what?”

“Our spears.”

Jem frowned. “What if there’s a security alarm?”

“We have to risk it.”

“But what if she’s already—”

Hiss.

The brig door slid open.

The boys froze.

Elder Ydela stepped out casually, smoothing her apron like she’d just finished shopping at the market.

She didn’t even glance at the panel.

She didn’t need to.

“Auntie Yde.” Yuno’s jaw dropped. “Whoa—how did—?”

Jem blinked rapidly. “We were gonna rescue you!”

Ydela paused in front of them, hands resting on her hips.

“Oh? That’s very sweet. But next time,” she said kindly, “have better timing.” She patted Jem on the head, then looked over her shoulder. “Now come along, children, back to the meeting.”

The two stared after her in stunned silence.

“…all that planning,” Jem muttered.

Yuno sighed. “I know.”

And then they followed.

-o0o-

THE INDOMITABLE-INFIRMARY

“When?”

“Two weeks ago.” Cara raised her hand when Din tensed, “I didn’t know where to find you. You stopped responding to my messages.”

“Things were crazy up here.”

“Well, I can say the same at the Republic. Everyone’s in shock.”

“What was the latest news?”

“They have no new news. That’s the problem.”

“What can be done?”

“We don’t know.”

“Cara, what about recon, the sleepers? Have they used them?”

Cara shook her head. “Dead.”

Luke, who had been silent until now, stepped forward. “Who’s dead?”

“The sources,” Cara said grimly. “All of them.”

Luke’s brow furrowed. “Moff Gideon?”

She shook her head again, slower this time. “No. Someone else.”

-o0o-

THE INDOMITABLE-THE MANTIS

“I’m not surprised.” Ahsoka said, leaning back against a table after hearing the news. “Morgan Elsbeth.”

“Two Jedi helped her escape.”

“They’re not Jedi.” Ahsoka replied, handing the tablet back to the Marshal. “They have been disavowed by the Jedi council a long time ago.”

“How do you know Elsbeth?”

“Long story short, I’m hunting her master—Grand Admiral Thrawn.”

Cara’s eyes widened, “Him! The republic is hunting for him too.”

“What is it you’re not telling me, Ahsoka?” Din asked, tense as he pushed off the wall.

“You remember why I was in Calodan, right?”

“Yes,” Din said, a trace of unease in his voice. “What do you want to say?”

“You’re not gonna rummage in my head?” Ahsoka asked, one brow raised.

Luke exchanged a knowing smirk with Cara Dune as her gaze flicked between Din and Ahsoka, clearly confused.

“Ahsoka…”

There was a flicker in her eye before she relented. “Din—it’s time.”

“Do you need assistance?” Din asked, expectant.

“As grateful as I am of your support you are more needed where you are. Your son needs you. Your people need you.”

“But…”

“There’s a lot happening here and Mand’alore needs a good leader right now.”

“I’m not sure I’m the right one.” Din said, crossing his arms and lowering his head.

“Don’t waste the time I taught you, padawan. Use it.”

“When will you go?”

“Soon.”

“If Lady Ahsoka’s in, I’ll bring my office in to help track Elsbeth,” said Marshal Dune, meeting her gaze.

“It’s fully accepted.”

“I’ll let you talk.”

“Cara…”

“Din, I’ll need to send the communication to the Judicial Forces as soon as possible,” she said gently. “I’ll stay for as long as I can.” Cara assured her old friend. “Don’t worry.  You have a lot of explaining to do.” she winked at him.

And with that playful threat, Marshal Dune stepped off the bridge of the Mantis.

-o0o-

THE INDOMITABLE

“Oh! What is it now?”

Second-in-Command Peytr Neral exclaimed as the klaxon shrieked through the ship again.

“Are we under attack this time?” Third Chair Olar Vigg asked, glancing at the Constable’s tablet.

“Not from where I’m standing.”

“So, what is it?”

“Third chair!”

Both Vigg and Neral turned at the shout. The two men exchanged a glance as a coterie of people came into view—walking behind Alrich Wren.

“Another crime has been committed.”

By now, Vigg and Neral were no longer surprised by the constant stream of breaking news. One crisis after another.

“Come forth, my lord. What is your complaint?” Vigg asked, careful.

Alrich stepped forward, his voice measured and firm. “Someone has committed an atrocity against an elder,” he said, letting the word atrocity linger just long enough. “I demand justice.”

-o0o-